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tojjist · 9 months

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𝗷𝗮𝗻𝗶𝘁𝗼𝗿 𝗿𝗼𝗼𝗺 - 𝗕. 𝗦𝗵𝗼𝗲𝗶

barou shoei x fem! reader

tags: vaginal sex, ooc, worship, dub-con (kinda), semi-public sex, barou w a boner, mentions of masturbation, breeding, unprotected sex, one mention of the pill, praise, encouragement, creampie

minors, ageless, and blank blogs dni

i just know barou is packin’.

he’s a big boy, in more ways than one.

it’s bothersome sometimes, really. the way his shorts would perk a little more upward than he likes when you’re running around the field in that pretty little skirt of yours, talking and laughing to the other boys.

or when you hand him the water bottle, fingers brushing against his fingers. it’s as if your perfume hasn’t already taken a toll on him, making him a little lightheaded as he tries so hard to keep his composure. there is no way it isn’t intentional, especially the way your eyes look at his so innocently, waiting for him to give you the right reaction.

barou gets especially hard when you wear nails that match with your outfit. he can’t stop himself from thinking just how far can these nails dig into his back? how easy is it to rip off the clothes?

yeah, and everyone knows. everyone noticed the way his breath catches, the way his body tenses, and the way his shorts lift a little upwards; signaling at some feelings growing inside him.

except you, you were the only one who didn’t know. you were so innocent and so sweet and so, so fucking tempting.

or maybe you knew. because there is no way you just happen to drop whatever is in your hand more than most times he walks behind you, bending over just enough to give him a painfully short view of your pretty panties.

and oh those pretty panties, clinging onto all the parts he wants uncovered, fabric dipping softly at the folds. he could almost trace them with his eyes if you jus-

then you abruptly stand up. he almost groans in protest, taking a step back to stop himself from pushing you back down. god— the adrenaline courses through his veins excitedly at just the thought

he’d tell himself to not look, but he looks anyway. he stares, as you stand up gracefully and his cock is twitching in his briefs, begging for some attention. he’d tell himself to pull it together.

but he doesn’t anyway.

it doesn’t take too long, almost too fast to process.

“B-Barou-ku-“

he tastes like mint and… lust.

he doesn’t ask. none of his senses were functioning as they should be now. everything was solely focused on you. you were now in a janitor room, the door cracked open just a little, barely enough to get a line of light through. you could be out in the hallway for all he cares. barou wasn't one to think of these trivial details, especially when you're there for him to handle.

barou is the king. and a woman like you deserves to be no where but at his side, a queen for him to worship and cherish and claim.

he pulls away, and without a second thought begins to unbutton your shirt. he was rough, and a few buttons fall to the ground. you try to call him but once again his mouth finds yours.

one of his hands was still undoing the stupid shirt, this time a little softer, while the other was curled in your hair, pulling you closer.

your shirt is off, and soon your hands find the back of his neck. closer.

you pull away, face adorned with a blush he didn't realize he needed to see so much. a glistering string or salvia connects you two, and barou's insides grumble with need. he wants more of this connection. closer.

he kneels before you, pulling the skirt you wore down delicately. he could deal with losing the shirt, but he can't rip your skirt off too.

his lips find the plush of your thighs, trailing soft kisses down the skin and worshipping every inch he could. he relished the way your legs shake just a little. he knows what you want, even if you won't say it.

"barou- b-barou- nhngh- suh-slow d-down-!"

but he can't slow down, not when you're taking him all in so good like that. god- this pussy was made for him. his hips thrust fast, the stimulation almost causing your legs to buckle underneath you. but he holds you firm; rough, calloused fingers glued to your stomach to keep you standing for him.

barou didn't talk all too much on a regular bases, and sex most definitely wasn't an exception. but the way he grunts into your ear, breath battered, speaks enough of how good your making him feel.

"quiet down," it's more of a grumble. "don't wan' everyone else hearing yer' pretty moans."

he bullied himself inside your tight cunt. despite your protests, saying it's too big and you're not on the pill, he continued his assault on your perfect insides, molding it into shape so you'll always remember just how good it felt.

"barou- ah-" you moan, fingers clutching into what must be a shelf as you feel sanity begin to slip out of your view little by little as you felt the knot forming in your stomach. barou felt so fucking good. much better than your toys. he's exceeded your imagination, fingers tracing all the places you didn't even know were right.

"feels good, hmm, pretty girl?" he whispers, teeth grazing your earlobe. "like how i stretch you out? come on me, yeah? let me feel you come undone"

his hips picked up their pace, making even more lewd noises. the sound of skin slapping against skin was a melody to both of you. it was his skin against yours, almost too good to bear. barou knew this was always meant to be. you were always the perfect girl for him.

your cunt begins to tighten around him, causing a louder groan to escape his hoarse throat. you mewled that your close, calling his name like it's the only word you know.

as if to prove his points, your release came almost in sync with his, walls clamping onto him for dear life. it was a rhythm he's so willing to get used to. a pleasure he's never known before. the way you tremble and beg beneath him as he cums, milking his cock like you needed it.

his girth almost hurt, but it hurt so fucking good. he rode out your orgasm, panting as his sticky webs paint your insides white.

panting, he helps you stand up, pulling out. the movement made him wince just a little, exposing his length to the cold air of the room.

your hands remain clung onto the shelf, standing upright as you catch your breath. barou took his jacket off the floor, putting it over your shoulders. it was almost funny. this doesn't cover anything. if it covered the skin of yours, it definitely won't cover for the obviousness of the situation. everyone will know.

and barou didn't exactly mind that all to much

#syd.nsf #syd.writes #barou shouei #barou x reader #barou smut #barou shoei x reader #barou shoei smut #blue lock #blue lock x reader #blue lock smut #bllk #bllk x reader #bllk smut #bllk barou #shoei barou x reader

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mintmatcha · 1 year

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i feel like it's the beginning of izuku having some kind of breakdown. he can't function and he hadn't seen his mom in so long and how could he just pretend it didn't happen for a tv interview and he doesn't want to be a hero anymore and--

that realization is like a punch to the skull and has him full-blown hyperventilating and trying to figure out where it went wrong, how he let everything get out of hand but who can replace him but he doesn't care but he has to care

the thoughts are racing and for the first time in a long time he's frozen in fear, and the tears start to come and it burns and hurts in a way he hasn't felt in a long, long time

(im not great at angst but djdjdjdjd ur izuku is making me lose it)

continued from this (cw for parental loss)

Swallowed by a pile of unfolded sheets and mostly dry blankets, Izuku can barely manage to look up at you. The suit you had pressed for his television appearance is crumpled behind him, tucked up and under his elbows, uncomfortably trapping his arms close to his sides, but he doesn't move. He lays there, watching the stationary ceiling fan as if it has the answers he’s looking for.

Every other time Izuku has been in your bed, it's been for sex, but now there's no sheen of sweat on his skin, no tickle of a genuine smile; his skin is pale with grief, stricken physically sick from anguish, a misery clinging so tightly to him that you feel it yourself, gripping your heart tighter with every beat.

He had disappeared immediately after his interview, gone before you could even think what to do. It took hours to track him down, calls to friends who hadn’t heard the news and visits to his usual haunts.

Any other day, you might tease him for breaking in with your spare key, tease him for not even folding your laundry, but today you offer the little peace you contain.

"Are you okay?" you ask as you approach, even though you know the answer. Deku calls you his 'fixer', the person who keeps things running smoothly from behind the scenes, but this is something you can't repair.

"My mom died," he repeats, voice brittle with disbelief.

"I know." You sit on the edge of the bed and hesitate for a long while, contemplating exactly what to do. You can't fix this. You can't make this better. "I’m sorry."

"I know." The stillness of it all, how his chest barely rising with every breath, how the street outside in silent, how you can’t bring yourself to move, haunts you. If you don’t do anything, maybe it’ll be like this forever, suspended in a moment neither of you wants to remember.

So, you inch closer to him.

“Sit up for me.” You tug him up by the shoulders, guiding him up into a sitting position. Izuku is still oddly like a rag doll, letting you move his arms where they need to be as you guide his suit jacket off his body, dropping it into the pile below you. Once it’s gone, you begin with his cuffs. Yucking your thumbs under the linen and caressing the soft skin there, you feel the scars from his youth. raised yet dormant, phantom pains sometimes still rumbling under the surface with rain is on the way.

When you drop the cuff links into the floor and begin on the front placket, Izuku seems to gather himself. His hands settling on your thighs, no playful squeeze or tender stroke. Just a simple touch to feel you there.

His voice reverberates in your hands as you undo the collar’s button. It’s a shiny, opalescent white, a stark contrast against the black of his shirt. Real mother-of-pearl, the salesman had told you, made from oyster shells. "Am I a good person?"

That question haunts you, doesn’t it?

You undo the next unbutton. His white undershirt is practically threadbare and it reeks of cigarette ash, something different from his usual brand. There might be a tinge of alcohol on his breath, but you can't quite tell.

You’re good to a fault, good to the point it’s bad for everyone around you.

Another button and you can see the dark curve of a scar across his sternum, still hyperpigmented because it hasn’t had time to fade. In the right light, you can even make out the remains of stitches under the surface, yet to dissolve.

You’re so good it’s almost killed you.

Another button. It’s as smooth and cold as it was before it was cut, nestled in some poor mollusc that didn’t know any better.

“Sometimes I wish you were less good,” you murmur.

I think you’d be happier then.

"I haven't visited her in months," Izuku lets his head roll to the side as if it takes too much will to keep it up. His curls are held in place by too much hairspray, practically defying gravity as he talks, mumbling under his breath the same way he does when he’s analyzing data: even and scarily calm. "Ahe texts me every day, but I'm busy, I’m so busy, I’m-"

The hitch in his voice surprises both of you.

“There’s not enough time.” He helps you shrug off his dress shirt and his hands return to your sides, clutching your much tighter this time. “I don’t have enough time, there isn’t enough time to do it all, I'm only one person.”

His voice stays even and distant, but his hands are trembling as they close tighter, thumbs digging into the soft inside your hipbones. The pressure aches, then hurts, growing with every word.

“How am I supposed to do everything?” he mumbles, “I can’t be a hero and a person, I can’t be a hero and a partner, a hero and a son-”

"Izuku-" You think he might crush you without even realizing what’s happening. His palms are squeezing, fingers digging, all of it so tight you can’t wiggle away even when you try.

"I don't want this anymore, I don't want to live this life,” Izuku’s voice cracks again, “I don’t want- I don’t-

His eyes seem so verdant against their red rims. "I chose television over my mom."

“Izuku.” Your hands find his face, cupping his cheeks and pleading for his attention. “You’re hurting me.”

The pain unfurls when he lets go, blood rushing back to damaged skin. It’s going to bruise and you’re going to feel the hurt with every step.

"I'm sorry, I didn’t-" he watches his palms as if they can offer him any explanation. The skin under your touch smudges and you realize his screen make up is still on; you drag your touch down, exposing new seas of freckles, dark and bountiful. When your hand trail to the curve of his jaw, his throat bobs with a slow swallow, once then twice.

“I know you didn’t.” And with that, you crumble into each other. Izuku buries his head into the soft below your collar bone, dragging you less than gently into his lap. You wrap yourself around him as tight as you can muster and yet it doesn't feel like enough.

"You have to let go," Izuku sighs after a long while, "I'm afraid you're gonna see me cry."

You slink off of the bed toward the door and he tenses with every step, muscles bunching with worry and self restraint. You give him once last glance before you turn off the light. You've seen him nude before but never so bare.

You can find him in the dark, arms extended, open and demanding like he needs you, even if he doesn't want you. Pressed up against you, you can feel what you can't see: the wobble of his lip, the wet against his cheek.

"I thought it was so annoying to have her text me every day," he whispers, voice barely pieced together through its cracks and gives, "And now I want is one more. One more text."

His body hiccups with a sob, silent before he lets go completely. It's ugly. It's snot and anguish, nonsense pleads to someone and no one, anger, grief, and emotions you aren't sure have names.

You hold him. That's the only thing you can do. This isn't a cross you can bare for him.

#content.cold #sad deku au

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setsugekka · 1 year

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『paradise lost』 ; 02

❝ passion ❞

↳ navigating the transition in your friendship with hongjoong seems to come with an absolutely blissful ease when ‘next time’ finally comes around.

⎯ ୨previous୧ ⎯ ○ ⎯ ୨series mlist୧ ⎯ ○ ⎯ ୨next୧ ⎯

『 pairing 』 : kim hongjoong x fem!reader

『 genre 』 : friends to lovers, romance, explicit sexual content.

『 rating 』 : mature

『 word count 』 : 3.6k

『 warnings 』 : sexually explicit content: oral sex (f+m rec), light cum play+facial+swallowing. they’re kind of just enamored with each other.

Your favorite time spent with Hongjoong was while he was working.

Whatever “working” happened to entail at the time; a man that would partake in many crafts, shoes and jackets and hats strewn about his apartment — the occasional canvas, but even with them on hand, half of the time he would simply take to the concrete walls of his living space and mark them with whatever it was that his mind had conjured up. Hongjoong, who would seemingly never be at peace without the artistic outlet of emotional and mental freedom — you would akin it to the way a fish needs water, the way humans need oxygen.

And maybe a bit further down the list of needs, social connection. It's not the same, but it's where your mind naturally goes lately with the way things have been.

Lying on his massive plush couch, a dark, burgundy red that looks like it has been ripped straight out of the VIP section of a club only to be used as his own personal piece, you watch Hongjoong —now adorning brown hair — sitting with legs crossed in the middle of the living room as some foreign film you don't even recall the title of plays on the large screen even further out from where he is from you. Nimble fingers working at the buttons of a sleeve but not to undo them; to remove them altogether, no doubt to be replaced by something else that the man has in mind. His vision. A world seen in magnificent color in a way that you suspect only he can. You're happy to bask in the presence.

This happiness, however, doesn't change the fact of the matter. That ever since that night watching the deft movement of his hands has changed for you. That sometimes you catch yourself watching the way his lips move a bit more carefully than perhaps you would have before.

While it's true that having sex with him sated the burning curiosity you previously had, a side effect of it was the the looming, withheld, quieted desire for more. It wasn't a need as it had felt before the first time — a desire so violent and distracting that you could barely function around him — but a dulled interest of what else there was that had now been piqued.

It has been weeks since then, and the two of you have spent plenty of time alone together since; at your apartment, at his. Nothing from him — not so much as a playful joke about the night in question.

Maybe he thought you were done after that. Maybe you were supposed to be.

But he did say “next time.”

The thoughts are interrupted by Hongjoong's sudden movement, standing and brushing debris from himself before disappearing into the bathroom to wash his hands, then lazily sauntering towards you and flippantly tossing himself onto the couch next to you. You'd have thought he had just ran a mile with the dramatic display.

Positioning himself lengthwise along the couch, the sheer size of it allowing plenty of room for him to do such without disturbing your placement at all — but you sort of want to be disturbed.

“Tired. Think I'm done working for the night, should we order food?”

You hadn't considered it, but looking at the time only for it to read 2:11am, you figure the both of you are sort of out of options.

“Are you staying over?”

You also had not considered it. Not consciously, at least.

“Probably should, it's late.”

“Yeah that's fine. What do you want to eat? Not much to choose from about now.”

“Oh! How about that burger place on the corner, it's actually really good.”

Hongjoong shrugs, picking up his phone and beginning to plug away at it to order without objection. You can't help but watch him — taking in the sight — the brown hair suits him, albeit, causes him to lose a tad bit of the alternative, rockstar boy edge he once had, but looks good all the same. Granted, with a face like that...

When the thought comes to you, you don't bother giving yourself time to be talked out of it. Sometimes you just have to take the plunge and see where it gets you.

You scoot along the couch edge towards Hongjoong as he taps at his phone, and going unnoticed thus far, climb further on and up the length towards him and wasting no time nestling your torso between his legs, head resting gently on his stomach.

Just before your head makes contact, Hongjoong stops to look down at you — you can see a bit of surprise on his face, but not enough to turn back and run with your tail between your legs. It's a visage of surprise that says “oh?” but not “stop.”

Side of your head pressed against him and turned to watch the film, you feel the way he remains stilled beneath you for just a second — only to go back to being on his phone moments later.

“Do you want to talk about it?”

The question comes out of no where to you, though as you think through it at lightning speed, you come to terms with all of the ways it sort of doesn't. This is weird, and the two of you don't do this. You had always been close, but not sex close, not cuddle close.

And now you're doing both. So, what to do?

The truth of it was that you didn't know how to talk about it. Things felt different since then, yes, but not bad, and not awkward. Hongjoong has carried on treating you the same in all of the ways he had prior, and you the same towards him. He called you the next day, you hung out the next day — everything continued on exactly the same.

Is it simply an inevitability that sex changes things? However minute it may be.

“We can, but—“

“Are you catching feelings?”

“What!?”

The forwardness of the question sends you through a loop, even though it shouldn't because this is right on brand for him. You pull up off of his stomach and look at him — catching him in a shit-eating grin, and you suppose then that he was joking about it, much to your relief.

“It's okay if you are, happens all the time.“ he says, giggling through the rest of the statement in a way that tells you that not even he can take himself seriously, and you lightly slap him on the thigh in retaliation.

“If anyone's going to be catching feelings, it's you.”

Hongjoong hums, nearly inaudible, but you feel the vibration through his chest. Comforting, in a way. “Maybe.”

Maybe?

You assume it's more playful flirtation, slapping him on the thigh again, and he jolts a bit under the impact. “You better quit it, what if I like that?”

“Like what? Hot women hitting you?”

“Hot women touching me, typically.”

You reach your hand up to his thigh again, this time gripping him hard through his fitting jeans instead of hitting him and you look up to gauge his expression. He looks down at you, playfully annoyed and feigning pain — but the corner of your eye also catches the fact that his hand disappears out of sight, along with the gentle clattering of his phone hitting the hard flooring beneath.

Hongjoong reaches a hand towards your chin, lightly clasping fingers around in an attempt to guide your face up and to his but in fact, you had already been on it — climbing up him lengthwise and a little too roughly pressing your mouth into his own. He giggles into it, surprised at your haste, but meets your enthusiasm all the same as his tongue and teeth lightly press into your bottom lip. The mix of ongoing newness with a hint of familiarity already has your stomach twisting into knots at the thought of this. Doing this again.

But you have a plan of action this time. An agenda, if you will.

You pull off of Hongjoong's mouth in a way that appears to be too soon for his liking, based on the groan of displeasure that escapes him, but it urges you along your mission just that much more — because you want to hear more.

“I want to taste you,” you whisper against his mouth, and the shiver that the words send through his body is nearly visible, much to your pleasure. As you pull yourself back down to where you had come, he watches your every movement with intent eyes, as if taking in the sights. “Suppose I did say next time.”

“You did,” you answer, fingers already pulling at the button of his jeans. You make quick work of the fabric, Hongjoong lifting his hips enough to let you remove them and allowing them to drop to the side of the couch without another thought of them. “Gotta keep your promises.”

Palming him through the thin fabric of his boxer briefs, eyes intent on your hand and the way it ever so lightly moves against him, you hear him suck air through his teeth before responding. “I made two.”

“We'll get there.”

Pulling down the fabric only enough to expose him, you're not much for waiting — taking him into your hand and gently stroking before pressing the flat of your tongue to the tip, slowly encompassing him in the wet warmth of your mouth. With intent to watch you, Hongjoong finds difficulty — fingers pressing into his brown hair as if trying to find some type of purchase onto something, before the obvious idea of your hair strikes him. You feel him meet the side of your head as you take him deeper, collecting loose strands of hair from around your busy mouth and keeping them up and out of the way in his own grip. Nothing tight, nor rough. It's not an attempt at control or domination — it's intimacy.

Settling into a comfortable pace on him, your focus sits on how audible he is. Sighs and groans and happy to tell you what feels good, that you feel good. A particular swirl of the tongue on him, and you actually feel the grip on your hair tighten just for a second, as if involuntary completely, followed by a breathy “fuck” dropped from red, bitten up lips, and you think that this might actually be better than all of the other shit the two of you have done thus far — having him like this beneath you, showering you with praise and adoration — not that he wasn't that kind of lover in general, but this most certainly different, and you think for a second that maybe this is why he doesn't “allow” people to have him in this way the first time.

And how there's often only ever first times.

A relinquishing of power. You want to taste him so bad it hurts, now.

Arousal pooling between your legs at the absolute state of the man before you, you're not sure you'll be able to make good on your promise for next time, anyways. Having him like this is doing it for you in ways that sucking a man off never has before — you consider if this is just an extension of silly idea of The Kim Hongjoong Experience. How powerful is this man, really?

The swirls of your tongue becoming more frequent, along with the bob of your head along his length — you hear the most desperate whimper fall from him, before his grip tightens into your hair and you think this is it, but the words you're met with instead are “wait, wait—“ and instead, the harsh motion of him pulling your mouth off of him. You look up at him with lips plump from use and evident confusion lacing your features as he tells you he was close, and you know that, so what gives?

“Don't want to come yet—“ he huffs, catching his breath and obviously trying to re-center himself as he shifts his body off of the couch.

“But—“

Unfortunately for you, the assertion you had intended to make is cut short by Hongjoong pressing forward and into you — your back falling against the sofa and already before you have a chance to really gather what's happening, brown hair disappears out of your line of vision as he strips your legs of your pants — underwear and all — bending your knees and pulling your legs apart for him to nestle between. It's so quick, skillful hands indeed at work, as Hongjoong brings himself up on his knees between your legs, running his length between your folds as if with intent to fuck you.

You know he's not, and that he's just trying to get a rise out of you. It's working more than you would have liked.

Watching his face, his eyes glue to the place where he could just as swiftly bury himself within you, before slowly pulling his gaze up and looking you in the eye with a devilish curl of the lip. “Could just come in you again,” he says, biting back a moan as he allows the tip of himself to slip into you. You're humiliated by the fact that you press back against him without a second thought with how badly you want it.

You know he's only teasing you. You don't even care enough not to try to have it anyways.

Hongjoong chuckles under his breath at the way you try to press more of yourself down onto him before pulling back completely and admitting “but i'm not going to.” as he lies himself down on his stomach, face first between your thighs, and slowly drags a finger down the length of your slit.

And you cannot help but wonder what it's like to have this kind of power. The power of self control. To be so disciplined and as a result, wreak absolute havoc on those around you. That somehow what had started as you torturing him has resulted in him once again with all of the power. Such a bizarre dance of dynamics that it just about doesn't feel as if it is, at all.

When his finger reaches down lower, Hongjoong slowly pushes a finger in — gentle and lithe and with intent, he settles it so you can adjust to the intrusion, but wastes no time pressing his mouth firm against you, tongue working strong circles into you and it's almost immediate that you realize you're not going to make it for as long as you suspect he wants you to.

You have to take your mind off of it.

“Th-this was supposed to be you—“ you somehow manage to get the words out between the way he's so diligently working your body, but he pulls up long enough to indulge you with a response — but not without adding another finger into you as he does.

“We can revisit that later.”

What a generous guy.

And it's back to his tongue hard into you, fingers pushing and pulling at just the right pace, curled in just the way you like that you know he can feel your thighs tensing beneath the hand that holds one open. Eyes clamped shut, you allow yourself just a bit of a peek — glancing down at him, and it's as if he knows, his eyes opening and rolling up to meet your own as he labors at his task. Lewd sounds of wet suction bouncing off of the black and white concrete walls — only being drowned out by your own whimpers and moans — you're not sure what sort of marathon session of pussy eating Hongjoong had in mind when he enticed you with the idea of a “next time,” the only thing you know, is that you're not going to make it to the finish line tonight.

Not in the way he intends, at least.

Muscles tensing in your abdomen as he relentlessly works into you, you wonder if he's actually trying to make you come as fast as possible. If he is, it's working, and you whisper out his name and something along the lines of “close,” but he only carries on, never relenting in spite of the cusses and fingers curling into his hair to alert him of your orgasmic inevitability — he brings you over the edge in record time, faster than you've ever come from oral. Through a symphony of “fuck, fuck, Hongjoong—“ he continues his motions as you cum, almost unable to control the way in which you press yourself down and against his face as you do, but to his satisfaction all the same.

Hongjoong slows as you ride out your orgasm, gently pulling his fingers from you as to not overstimulate and climbs to his knees again, settling there and pressing the head of himself against you once more, hand wet with you and lightly stroking himself against you. He watches the way your chest rises and falls in the afterglow of orgasm and grins, hand picking up along himself at the sight of a job well done, he leans down and kisses you — quick, gentle pecks along your mouth and jaw before pulling up again — taking you with him and sitting you up as he stands at the couch.

You barely have the brain function to follow his process, but thankfully, you have enough.

Placing hands on his thighs and leaning forward, Hongjoong presses the blunt tip of his length against your lips, urging you to part them for him as he strokes himself in front of you. An unholy sight, even after having already come; watching the way he handles himself for your viewing pleasure, bottom lip pulled up between teeth and eyes met with your own. You press forward even more, allowing for him to push past your lips and into your mouth as he pulls his hand away quickly to allow you to work him again. His hands once again moving to gently corral your hair, but now it's especially short, the time span at which he can hold out — pulling himself from between your lips in a rush and hurriedly stroking himself again.

Hand not on himself still buried in your hair, he angles your face up just a bit to look at him better, the eye contact ripping a strangled groan from his throat as he reaches his peak just the same and with your mouth held open, Hongjoong strokes himself to completion, ropes of cum mostly pooled at your tongue, and with the stray bit warm and wet against your cheek and chin.

Moments later and coming down from his high, the grip on your hair loosens, his hand pulling forward to inspect the mess of you he's made on your face, pressing his thumb into the wetness and smearing it clean away from around your lips, guiding the digit into your mouth to be sucked clean thereafter.

A heavy sigh, and Hongjoong moves to stand beside you, only to then plop himself tiredly on the couch again, just as he had before the two of you had decided to do this. You chuckle at him, face down with sweat-matted brown hair pressed into his forehead.

The both of you still with your shirts on, even. A sort of hilarious display, and probably not the sexiest to the average person.

“Is it going to be like this every time?” Hongjoong finally says, words laden within a hearty exhale, and truth be told, you're not even sure what he's referring to.

You pause, thinking through the question, and he obviously senses the hesitation.

“Are you gonna come in like, two minutes, every time I go down on you?”

Insufferable. He's lucky he's sexy, and a pretty damn good friend on top of it.

“Brave words coming from the guy that didn't last through a blow job for much longer than that.”

“I don't receive that often, hardly my fault.”

You roll your eyes, well aware of the fact that this is an unwinnable “argument.”

Lazily, you watch Hongjoong scoot himself up the length of the couch and back towards where he had dropped his phone, illuminating the screen. “Perfect timing, food is here in five, see? All according to plan.”

“To plan.” you respond, as if having heard the most asinine thing.

Not necessarily untrue, either. “I came onto you.”

“Yeah, I guess so.”

“Actually—“ you begin, the thought only dawning on you just then in that moment. “I'm the one that has made the move both times. Do you always make the other person do all the work?”

It's a playful question, but laced with genuine curiosity all the same.

Hongjoong rolls over and onto his back, only now pulling his boxer briefs back up and tucking himself into the confines of them as the afterglow of sex finally dissipates. “No, coincidence, I guess.”

You hum in response. It's not much of a difference to you either way, now that you know that this is, for all intents and purposes, a thing.

But Hongjoong pipes up again, if only to add one more thing to the end of the conversation.

“Guess we'll see, next time.”

♡ send me your thoughts and feelings in my ask.

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acasualcrossfade · 1 year

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Whumpril Day 1: Panic Attack

Unraveled

White Collar: Peter Burke and Neal Caffrey

For Day 1 of @whumpril

TW: panic attacks

1.5k, includes spoilers for Season 1

“Nice work, Diana. Couldn’t have done it without you,” Peter said, shaking Diana’s hand.

Diana smiled back easily. “Always a pleasure, boss.” She nodded towards Neal’s departing form. “Looks like he’s got somewhere to be.”

Peter chuckled. “Looks like it.” He pointed towards the back of the building. “We parked out back so I’ll see you back at the office.”

Diana nodded a farewell in return and Peter jogged a few steps to catch up to his CI. Neal seemed to be walking fast; maybe Diana was right and he had somewhere to be?

“Forget something?” Peter called when he was in earshot of Neal, holding up his anklet. Neal had a knack for remembering birthdays and anniversaries, but he always seemed to conveniently forget about his anklet after solving a case.

As Peter neared the car, he immediately knew something was wrong. Neal was pacing back and forth, and running his hand through his hair. Peter checked the time; was he late for something?

Peter had barely gotten a few steps closer when Neal began shrugging out of his suit jacket, allowing it to fall to the ground in a heap. Neal huffed a breath before leaning heavily on the car, almost like he was going to be sick.

“Neal? Neal?” Peter’s voice had gotten lower and more serious; he’d never seen Neal like this. In the years Peter chased Neal and caught him, twice, he’d never seen Neal look this…unraveled.

Peter knew it’d been hard for Neal after Kate and the plane, so it was to his utter surprise that Neal had come in after one day off, ready to take on a new case. It seemed like working cases like usual helped, and after Mozzie assured Peter he’d be doing the same to keep Neal on track…it seemed that Neal was functioning.

But more than once, Peter caught Neal staring off into space and when Neal would turn back, his eyes would look shinier than usual.

Work kept his CI busy enough, but even with a full schedule and a pile of cases, it was clear that keeping busy could only do so much.

“Neal?” His voice came out softer. He glanced at his outstretched hand, caught between wanting to offer comfort and unsure if it’d be welcomed.

Up close, Neal looked sick; his face had paled to a significant white. One hand white-knuckled the metal of the car as he panted out short, shallow breaths. Neal’s eyes were a terrified blue as his other hand clawed at his collar. His fingers struggled at his neck, trying and failing to get a grip on his tie to loosen it.

The tie slid slack and Neal moved on his collar. His hands shook as he grasped uselessly against the small buttons as he tried and failed to undo the buttons at his collar. He moved to his shirt next, and he yanked it from where he’d carefully tucked it in that morning.

Neal whimpered between uneven pants, his breaths a syncopated staccato.

“Neal?” Peter knew what his training had taught him, but he pushed it aside, trying to focus. This wasn’t some criminal; this was Neal.

Neal finally managed to undo the buttons, gasping in breaths as he pulled his shirt loose and away from his neck. His grip on the car seemed to be the only thing keeping him upright.

Neal snapped back to the nightmarish memory of the explosion; the air stung his nostrils and the heat made it hard to breathe.

Neal could feel the scorching heat against his back, the stinging impact of his palms against the concrete from being pushed over, and worst of all, the sick realization seeping through him that Kate, his Kate, had been on that plane…

The very plane he was about to board…

He tightened his grip on the car. “I-I’m alright, just-just need…” Neal breathlessly explained. Words tangled and caught in his throat as his vision dotted.

“Whoa, whoa,” Peter started, catching Neal just as the man’s legs buckled. In his arms, Neal shook terribly and his wild blue eyes were wide and unfocused as he gripped Peter’s forearm. “Head between your knees, head between your knees,” Peter coached, helping Neal lower down and sit on the ground of the parking lot.

Neal obeyed with no fight or crude argument, and its absence made Peter’s heart tighten with worry. Peter placed a hand on Neal’s back. “Now deep breaths,” Peter went on. “Like this.”

Peter took a slow, exaggerated breath and let it slowly, loud enough for Neal to hear.

Neal trembled and his breath stuttered out of him, but Peter could hear Neal’s wheezy breaths as tried to imitate Peter’s.

Peter continued and slowly, slowly, Neal’s breathing evened and with his hand still against Neal’s back, Peter could tell that his shakes had weakened to shivers. His shirt was damp with sweat.

The knot of worry that had taken up residence in his chest loosened as Neal’s breathing slowed. Peter let his hand move to Neal’s shoulder. He expected the man to pull back, but to his surprise, Neal leaned into it slightly.

Slowly, Neal lifted his head. Peter could see the pronounced dark circles around Neal’s eyes, and the way his cheekbones seemed to be sharper. His eyes were an electric blue and they darted around with uncertainty.

“S-sorry,” Neal apologized. “I-I didn’t mean…they start…I don’t…”

Peter had never heard Neal stutter, let alone trip over his words, but he gave Neal’s shoulder a comforting squeeze. “It’s okay,” Peter assured. “You’re okay.”

Neal’s body shivered and he wiped the back of his hand against his eyes quickly.

Peter was quiet for a moment, giving Neal the time to process and breathe. “You wanna talk about it?”

Neal silently shook his head. “N-not now,” he managed. His voice came out in a broken choke.

Peter rubbed Neal’s shoulder. He kept his voice quiet and even. “How about we head back to my place, then? Elizabeth would love the excuse to make some tea.”

It took a long moment, but Neal nodded slowly.

“You think you can stand?”

Again, a slow nod.

Peter knelt, guiding Neal’s arm around his shoulder. “You good? Here, up on three,” Peter explained, and when Neal’s grip tightened on him, Peter paused to give Neal a minute.

“S-sorry,” Neal breathed. “J-just need a minute.” He took another breath and adjusted his grip on Peter. His eyes refused to meet Peter’s.

“Hey, it’s okay,” Peter nearly whispered. There was something about seeing Neal like this that made him want to treat him ever so gently. Slowly, Peter carefully sat on the ground, letting Neal lean against him. “We’re in no rush.”

Neal seemed to relax minutely at that and took another breath before nodding.

A pang of guilt washed over Peter; he shouldn’t have pushed Neal. He knew Neal well enough to know that even as the best con could only hide so much. This was the proof.

By the time Peter got Neal in the car, the man was quiet and looked more worn than ever, as if dealing with any emotion had sapped him of any of his remaining energy. Neal pinched the bridge of his nose, using his thumb and forefinger to rub at his eyes.

Peter sat in the driver’s seat and nodded towards the glove compartment. “There’s some water in there. And a few granola bars, if you need.”

Neal raised his eyebrows at the sight, and leaned over to reach into the glove compartment. His eyes glinted in surprise as he pulled out a granola bar, giving Peter a peek at Neal’s usual self.

“There’s never snacks,” he piqued. He stifled a stubborn yawn against his sleeve.

Peter shrugged and chose to ignore the way Neal’s ears turned red. “They help on busy cases,” he said casually. “And it’s handy for stakeouts if Elizabeth doesn’t have time to make deviled ham.”

He looked over to see Neal unscrewing the cap on the water bottle before taking a small sip. And then, another. To his relief, Neal seemed to have stopped shaking.

The New York City traffic looked dense. Cars moved slowly, and it took Peter three tries to pull into traffic. He kept his head on a swivel, trying to find room to merge.

And by the time Peter wanted to ask Neal about the whole ordeal, he found Neal leaned against the window, his eyes closed. The sight made Peter’s heart squeeze; he also felt a shiver of worry. Peter had seen the man grumpy and hangry, but never asleep, let alone asleep in his car.

Neal had at least eaten some of the granola bar and drank some of the water. The remnants of both sat in the cup holder between them.

Peter considered that a win and made a mental note to set up another meeting with Mozzie.

Still, he was glad the man was in one piece. Neal slept on, and Peter was still at a loss of what to do, if letting him sleep would be best, or waking him when they arrived? But, behind his worry was a strong sense of gratefulness and luck.

It could have easily been Neal on that plane, too.

And although Neal wouldn’t or couldn’t talk about it with him now, Peter knew that like everything else, they’d get through it together.

And for now, that was enough for Detective Peter Burke.

#whumpril #whumpril2023 #ive got a few started for this challenge #so im excitedly hopeful #even tho im already behind on posting lol #white collar fic #white collar #peter burke #neal caffrey #acasualcrossfade writes #thunderously halo writes #thunderously halo

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advisinghat56 · 1 year

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okay i spent about 30 hours on this motherfucker i am going to tell you about him now.

This is Christophe.

Everything on him is completely removable (except for his hair/face)(I didn't take off his clothes because then I would have to put them back on).

Any little black button that you see is a completely functional snap. I didn't want to give myself parkinson's doing and undoing tens of tiny buttons, not to mention the fact that i don't even own any buttons small enough for this project.

He’s even got the little details on his face, although they aren’t as noticeable as I thought they were. I made a little dogtag necklace for him to wear, because it's a really strong personal headcannon of mine and you can pry it from my cold dead hands. You can only see it if his shirt is unbuttoned though. He also has a dog toy squeaker. (Yes my dog has already tried to eat him.)

In all, I am very happy with him, even though I need to finish and fix some things, (notably the shirt, with its missing pockets and unfinished edges. (Side note- Christophe’s shirt doesn't actually have any buttons or even an opening along the front, but i decided that it would function better if I added those.)) I'll add the pockets later. I think the fleece is thin enough that I can get away with it.

If you look hard enough, you might be able to tell that one arm is a slightly different shade of tan because I didn't realize that the fleece that I had and the fleece that I bought was TWO SLIGHTLY DIFFERENT COLORS.

I actually had a really hard time with the sash because I couldn't find a good reference. I admit I didn't look very hard (but i DID look at an unhealthy amount of fanart), but I still couldn't find much. The fandom page only had front views, and searching google images didn't help much either. The front was fine, but the back was barely shown. I noted ONE scene (where at the very end) it was on screen for maybe half a second, so I had a vague idea of what it looked like.

I could’ve just left it there. I didn't need to double check. Nobody sees the back anyways. It doesn't matter. There is no point.

But i am nothing if not stubborn.

I don't actually have HBO max. So I went for the second best thing- Ze mole all scenes compilations on youtube. However, the only one I found was from 12 years ago. It's mirrored. The quality is shit. There's a fade transition between every scene. But I got it. I got the back shot I'd wanted. Here it is, in all its pixely glory.

I'd gotten it.

And I had absolutely no clue what I was looking at. (still don't)

But I didn’t want to wait anymore, I was almost done.

So I made a guess.

And all went well.

Until I saw a post.

No. It can't be.

The truth is right in front of me, all i have to do is slow it down.

goddamnit.

#also christophe holds one shoulder higher than the other awwww #he has so much detail for a man that appears twice #HAHAHAHAHAHAHA i was laughing so hard writing that last part holy shit #most of this is just the sash chronicles tbh.#it turned from me talking about making him to me dramatically retelling the story of the most miniscule part of his outfit.#and his boots arent even right because i thought his canon ones were ugly #also i was totally right in giving him a slight mullet #south park bigger longer and uncut #south park #sp christophe #ze mole #christophe delorne

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violettduchess · 1 year

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A/N: Here it is....one final leaf left on the Fall Fluff tree. Unexpected cancellation of a class gifted me the time to finish it.

Thank you for everyone who participated in our event! Chev was my first fic for it and fittingly, he is my last!

Chevalier Michel x reader

Word Count: 657

It happens because of cinnamon and an innocent idea that just won’t leave you alone, one that keeps scratching at the surface of your mind until you decide to give in, buckle down and learn everything. After all, you have to be ready to make your case to the King of Rhodolite.

After several hours, you are ready for him.

He comes to bed, shedding the day's weight with every article of clothing that he removes. You watch him undress, needing only one hand to undo clasps and buttons and hooks where mere mortals would need two. It is here, in the intimacy of your shared bed, that he finally releases the tension in his body, that cold line of strength and diligence that vaults him from human to mythos. His spine curves as it settles back against the satin pillows, the tight lines of his shoulders relax.

Those morning glory eyes are sharp with curiosity as he notes the book in your hands. Why is a simpleton reading something as tedious as a treatise on foreign agriculture? That question is the opening you need. You sit up straighter, laying the open book down between you as you begin to explain your idea for a greenhouse in the far corner of the royal gardens, an isolated area without much in it aside from a bare stretch of grass and a few, unenthusiastic hedges. He says nothing so you press on, explaining why cinnamon would be a perfect choice for said greenhouse. You regale him with information about light and soil conditions and temperature. You catapult facts about cinnamon types and harvesting and propagation. You shower him in the medicinal uses for cinnamon, ticking things like ‘anti-inflammatory’, ‘antioxidant’ and ‘good for your blood pressure’ off with your fingers. You make your case using every bit of knowledge you have gleaned over the past few hours and end with the admission that yes, you know it's one of your favorite spices but really, this whole idea benefits everyone.

And even then he says nothing, that gaze trained on you as you speak, not looking away once. Unbeknownst to you, he has been memorizing the play of expressions across your face, that face he holds in such esteem. He follows the way your lips move and your eyes gleam as you explain everything you have learned. The lift of your brow, the tilt of your head, even the untamed fall of your hair over your shoulder please him beyond measure.

Words run out and you stop talking, waiting. He shifts, reaching down to move the book away from where you laid it between the two of you. You watch the deliberate movement, the slow grace of it, and wonder why such a small gesture has sent your heart into such a sudden tailspin.

And then grace dissipates as he reaches for you, his grasp a bit rough, lacking in finesse. The gleam in his eyes explains why, the frostfire that burns in them, the heat of wanting something. He has you in his arms and covers your mouth with his. The king may be ice but the man is fire, his hands sliding over your bare arms, sparks to your kindling. Your fingers slide around and under his arms, grasping his shoulders as he bends his long body over you, his lips moving over yours roughly, turbulent and almost messy with hunger.

You gasp as he drags his mouth away from yours, leaving a trail of careless, fiery kisses down your jaw and the side of your neck. Somehow the part of your brain that controls speech is still functioning, albeit on very shaky legs.

“All this because I researched cinnamon?” Your voice is breathless, a whispered sigh in the night.

His husky laughter against your skin fans the sparks already marching through you, heat now spilling from your veins and flooding your whole body.

“I admire dedication,” he murmurs into the hollow of your throat, his arms caging you in. “Allow me to demonstrate.”

Tagging: @aquagirl1978 @atelieredux @alixennial @alexxavicry @queengiuliettafirstlady @rhodolitesrose @somekidnamedkai @ikemen-prince-writers-posts @bellerose-arcana @thewitchofbooks @ikehoe @redheadkittys @themysticalbeing @dear-mrs-otome @firestar-otomeobsessed @curious-skybunny @leotoru @ariamichel @kpop-and-otome @queen-dahlia @moonstruck-writing @scorchieart

#ikemen series #ikemen prince #ikepri #ikepri chevalier #chevalier michel #chevalier x reader #fall fluff autumn angst ccc #ikemen fanfic #ikemen fanfiction #violettwrites

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runetallem · 6 months

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-Full Procreate Dreams review-

firstly, i am by no means an animator, i’ve done a few short animations but nothing big or frequent, so if you don’t think i have the authority to judge an animation based app, then that’s totally fine

(also i’m sorry it’s super long, i added a TLDR as compensation)

outline:

🔺Overview of Procreate Dreams

i will judge it on:

🔺Bare minimum (does it do the bare minimum as an animation app)

🔺Features (are the features it has good, are there enough, does it need any more, etc.)

🔺User-friendliness (can it be easily understood without using tutorials)

🔺Functionality (do the features function, in its current state are there any frequent glitches or errors)

🔺Money worth (is it worth the $20 USD spent on it)

🔺Final conclusion

🔺TLDR

review under cut:

-Overview of Procreate Dreams-

The UI is similar to Procreate but not exactly the same

once you click + to make a canvas you get this screen showing various presets of canvas sizes (if you press the … you can choose frame rate, a note to add is that you can’t choose the exact number, only from presets, and the lowest is 12 fps)

this is the main workspace UI with the animation timeline down at bottom and drawing on top

the drawing part works roughly the same as procreate (if you haven’t used procreate, well uh L i don’t have time to do an overview of that too) but some notable absences are no brush editing, no transform tool, no select tool, no flip canvas tool, and no liquify tool

the app is based primarily in gesture controls, so much so that there isn’t even an undo or redo button, to undo you have to click with 2 fingers and redo is click with 3 fingers

it also has 2 main forms of animation, one in which it favors

frame by frame, or as procreate dreams calls it “flipbook” and animation mainly by editing parts of existing art (such as tweening, blurring, warping, etc.)

this is what the flipbook looks like, you cannot x out of the flipbook without it going back to the split timeline/drawing screen (previous screenshot) you can move the flipbook around the screen but cannot enlarge or shrink it

in the alternative animation style you can set key frames and click and hold to open easing options, the default is ease in & out

along with key frames for move and scale, there’s also distort, warp, opacity, gaussian blur, noise, sharpen, and HSB (adjustment of hue, value, and saturation)

general notes:

procreate dreams has a “perform” button, which basically means that if you click it and press play, you can move a part of a drawing (or multiple parts if you select multiple or put them in a group on the timeline) and it will record how you move it and automatically add the keyframes which you can adjust afterward

you can adjust the canvas size by typing the exact pixel size, but unlike procreate it does not allow for as large of a size (it couldn’t reach 2000x2000)

-Bare minimum-

can you actually use it to animate??

i would say absolute bare minimum for frame by frame is have onion skins, able to choose fps, have it flip through the frames so it’s you know like an actual animation, have functioning, and preferably have layers

and bare minimum for the other style is have basic scaling options, have functioning export, and tweening with optional easing

procreate dreams passes bare minimum ✅ (wow what an accomplishment /s)

-Features-

it has the basic features such as onion skins, keyframes, etc.

it does allow for import of video, audio, photo, and text

the “perform” feature (explained in overview) is unique to procreate dreams from what i know

oddly enough the foreground and background feature that was in procreate animation was not added to procreate dreams

clipping mask, layer mask, and blending modes are there

BUT there is an extreme lacking of certain vital features

in frame by frame animation you can use many layers, but cannot re order them, and re ordering the actual frames is possible but rather difficult and i’m not actually sure how to do it intentionally and deleting frames is also a nuisance in the same way

you can also not re arrange the gallery images, i’m guessing this is because unlike procreate which stores art in the app, procreate dreams stores it in the files

there is no select tool and transform can only be done in the timeline which is just inconvenient, but to do any rotation you have to manually type a number of degrees it should rotate, you CANNOT rotate it normally

there is no physical undo/redo button, only the gesture for it, there is no brush editing, there is no physical import button for brushes (you can still import brushes but it is less convenient)

original procreate had a feature to hold down the pen after drawing a shape, and it would automatically make the shape but perfect and you could adjust points of it, procreate dreams does not have this

(there are of course more features but these are the major things i thought should be mentioned)

in features, procreate dreams is lacking, it has many good features but really important ones are missing ❌

-User-Friendliness-

i am a bit biased in this category because the UI and way it functions is many times very similar to procreate which i have been using for 4 years so take what i say here with a grain of salt

most everything in the app i figured out on my own without tutorials, and i did it rather quickly

i find it to be very easy to understand even for someone who has never seen the app ✅

-Functionality-

most of the features do function, but there are a few issues i should mention

occasionally on the gallery screen it just froze, but closing and opening the app again fixed it, and that didnt happen much

the brushes also look a bit more pixelated and not as smooth as procreate’s(??)

the import video and audio feature issues however, did happen much

i don’t know if this would be an issue for a newer ipad but any time i tried importing a video (even as short as 2 seconds) it said “this video exceeds your device’s capabilities” or if i tried importing too long a video it just crashed

purely audio files are a similar issue, except it COULD import a 2 second audio, but crashed at a 30 second one

in its current state, functionality is mostly passing, but audio is oftentimes such an important part of animation that i cannot truthfully give this a pass, but i won’t give it a fail either ❓

-Money worth-

in terms of money,

No.

$20 is an outrageous amount for an app that fails to import longer than a 2 second audio, having no select tool, an annoying transform tool, and many other missing features that even FLIPACLIP can do without even paying ❌

-Final conclusion-

i have full faith in the procreate team, i truly believe they can make this an absolutely amazing app, but right now, i would highly advise against buying it

i was really excited for it because i’ve been a loyal procreate fan for 4 years and go on about how amazing procreate is, but this is just disappointing

i will update you all on if it receives any major updates that fixes or adds features, until then, my conclusion is that procreate dreams is not currently worth your money ❌

-TLDR-

Procreate Dreams is missing a lot of really important features like a select tool, rotation, and the transform tool which it has but is inconvenient to use, and the audio import barely even works

i have full hope that the procreate dreams devs can and will fix it and make it a great app, but as it is now, you’d have better luck using flipaclip for free

it is actually painful for me to say that you shouldn’t get procreate dreams cause i love procreate so much, but i know that this is just BAD

go buy procreate instead, i have literally no complaints about that one it’s the best and i love it

also i’ve got art going up tomorrow!! so you get that at least

-updates-

-clipping mask added

-custom frame rates added

-drag and drop layer organization added

#runes rambles #procreate dreams

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its-rat-time-babey · 1 year

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An idea for the Artificer:

[this is basically a part 2 of this post]

I was thinking more about the Artificer and now I have an idea that goes along with these headcanons.

What if the Artificer had their own version of the Saint’s powers, but opposite. The Saint can ascend creatures with their high Karma, while the Artificer can essentially descend creatures or lock them further into the cycle using her extremely low Karma.

The Artificer attempts to ascend after killing the Chieftain Scavenger, can’t because she’s permanently bound to the cycle, almost becomes an echo but just barely avoids it and returns from the void with powers stemming from that permanent binding and new understanding of the universe from being dipped in hyper-acid.

Death Cycles are alternate timelines. When a creature dies, it’s consciousness creates a new timeline starting at the beginning of the current (time) Cycle. I already made a whole post for my headcanons on how the cycle works, but it can be easily explained by this graph:

The Artificer can’t undo ascension, as ascension involves the creature in question completely and utterly ceasing to exist, but she can take a creature that has died during the current cycle and using her own extreme, unbreakable connection to the cycle, basically drag or copy its consciousness back to the timeline it died in, bringing the creature back to life from everyone else’s perspective.

I’d also imagine that, if used against a living creature, it would probably strip away any karma the creature has and drop them down to low Karma, possibly even locking the creature at low Karma for several cycles.

I can see this power being used in two ways in an actual game:

1. On yourself

After death in a cycle (even after hearing the two dings that signifies a real death), you can choose to revive yourself. When respawning like this, you glow red and an echo effect appears around you for a second, a bit like how the Saint comes back from ascending glowing gold with an echo effect around them. Respawning like this would also temporarily knock out nearby creatures like being near an echo, just so you don’t instantly die again or come back to life inside a Lizard’s mouth.

If you are off-screen in a lizard den or fell down a bottomless pit or were eaten by a DLL or Worm Grass (no body left behind) you’ll appear on the nearest safe surface on the screen in a burst of that same red and echo ripples.

Once you use your power this way, it takes a full cycle to recharge, so you can use it once every two cycles. You can’t revive if you die from the rain because you will just die again instantly.

2. On Others

You can summon a symbol identical to the Saint’s, but red and with the Karma One symbol in the middle instead of Karma Ten. When you aim this symbol on the corpse of a tamed lizard, slugpup or other player if you’re playing Co-Op, you can bring them back to life. Other players will lose one karma when brought back to life like this.

You can use your power this way once per creature, per cycle. So you can bring a slugpup back to life once, but then need to wait for the next cycle to do it again.

You can also probably bring back other creatures like vultures too but I don’t know why you’d want to do that. Some limits would be that you can’t bring back a creature that’s been fully eaten by a carnivorous slugcat, just like the Wolf Spider’s revival powers, and you obviously need a body to revive, so no revival if they fall down a bottomless pit or get eaten by a pole plant or anything like that.

Also, this power would still almost perfectly contrast the Saint.

The Saint basically has a kill button that instantly removes creatures from the cycle.

The Artificer has a revival function that drags a creature back to the Artificer’s current cycle.

The Saint is a pacifist that can’t harm creatures, but they have the power to instantly kill any creature.

The Artificer is a being of extreme violence who causes death everywhere they go, but they have the power to revive people.

The Saint can ascend others, but not themselves, no matter how much they want to.

The Artificer can revive others, but by the time she got her powers, she has no one to use them on but herself. Her pups are already long dead beyond her ability to revive things, and that’s assuming she can find their bodies after countless cycles of brutal rainfall.

#rain world #rain world downpour #the artificer #rain world spoilers #headcanons #ideas

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tarisilmarwen · 2 years

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The epic conclusion to Sad Jedi Man Hours!

I have no idea how I’m supposed to function at work today, this show has destroyed me so many times.

Okay okay okay.

Let’s go.

Oooh looks like we’re back on Tatooine, oh good, can we see baby Luke?

Baby Luke pretty please?

FRICK, REVA IS ALREADY THERE. NO NO NO NO NOOOOOO.

(How the heck did she get there so fast?)

(No really, have Obi-Wan and the Path Rebels just been fleeing through realspace this whole damn time?)

Ahhhhh so they’ve been fixing the hyperdrive offscreen and running away from the Star Destroyer in realspace.

Or not.

Okay, now, see, this is basically the TLJ chase plot. They’re going to either lose shields and have to surrender or the Star Destroyer is going to run them out of fuel.

Probably the shields first, if Roken’s grim assessment is any indicator.

Nnf, Reva moving at the speed of plot is going to bug me, sorry.

Awwwww Leia is entertaining another kid with Lola!

BABY LUKE BABY LUKE BABY LUKE SKAJFKJFH.

HE’S SO PRECIOUS.

LOOK AT HIM.

MY SON.

Ahhh the rando is gonna warn Owen, good good. Nice to see people looking out for each other.

Obi-Wan stepping up to protect the people aaaaaah!

Hi Beru!

Oh ho ho badass Beru with the rifle!

Hugs!

Awww.

Obi-Wan talking to Qui-Gon again. :(

Anakin, honey, your obsession is gonna be your undoing.

EVERY TIME WE CUT BACK TO TATOOINE MY ANXIETY SKYROCKETS.

FRICK HIS LITTLE FACE.

Grand looks so annoyed with Vader lol.

This a new planet or is it Jabiim again?

It’s probably Jabiim again.

Awww Leia left Lola with him.

(For an excuse to see him again I’m sure lol.)

REVA DON’T YOU DARE.

Ooof she sounds exhausted and barely holding together.

SORESU.

THE SORESU STANCE.

AAAAAAAH!

I am loving all the callbacks.

Ohhhhhh frick, Reva be hitting all the buttons on my primal Home Invader fears. hhhhnghhgnghgh

GO OWEN! GO BERU!

Vader be a beast in this ha ha.

Oh poor Owen looks terrified. I can’t blame him.

Giving a good fight tho.

RUN RUN RUN BABY LUKE RUN!

DON’T YOU DARE REVA.

LEAVE HIM ALOOOONE!

C’mon Obi-Wan get out of that rock pile, baby Luke needs you.

HE FLASHBACKS TO THE TWINS.

FAKSJFAHKFH

GO OBI-WAN GO!

HOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!

YEEEEEEEAAAAAAH!

Oh jeez, going for the chest machinery, smart choice.

Someone has watched Rebels and is going for pretty much all the parallels, lolol.

I EXPECT ALL THE GIFSETS PEOPLE.

GET ON IT.

FRIIIIIIIIIIIIICK MY HEART.

THE PARALLELS.

“IT’S LIKE POETRY IT RHYMES.”

“Then my friend is truly dead.”

“THEN MY FATHER IS TRULY DEAD.”

I’M DEAD YOU KIDDING?!

FRIIIIIIIIIIIIIIICCK.

DAMMIT.

I WILL NOT CRY OVER THIS.

I WON’T.

Oh no, now we gotta cut back to the drama on Tatooine hhmmhmmhmfffff *muffled screams*

NO.

REVA DON’T YOU DARE.

DON’T YOU DARE TOUCH UNCONSCIOUS BABY LUKE.

SHE CAN’T DO IT.

SHE CAN’T DO IT ALL SHE SEES IS HERSELF.

YESSSSSSSS.

And she brought him back.

*SOBS FOREVER*

SHE COULDN’T DO IT, SHE COULDN’T KILL HIM.

OKAY NOW I’M GONNA CRY.

Poor Reva. :(

Frick this scene.

Ah ha more call forwards.

Lemme just... roll in this hope and lightness and beauty for a moment.

Welp, time to stop living in the cave lol.

Hi baby Luke.

“You want to meet him?”

FFFFFFFFFFFFFFFF--

NOPE I AM DECEASED.

CANNOT EVEN.

FAHKSFDJAHKSFHA

AND QUI-GON FAHKSFJAHSKF

*SOBBING*

Right, so now that my emotions are completely destroyed yet again, I’m going to try to function.

Wish me luck.

#reva sevander #kenobi #obi-wan #leia organa #Luke Skywalker #owen lars #liveblog #spoilers #star wars

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11-eyed-rook · 1 year

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Project Gamma Sigma will be moving... again. A "small" announcement.

I know not that many people know of my project, Project Gamma Sigma, to begin with, but for those that do have some interest in it, it'll be moving from Blogspot/Blogger (whatever the damn thing is called). How soon, I'm not sure. Where? That's almost a secret for now. Shh.

To elaborate...

THE "WHERE DO WE BEGIN" OF IT ALL...

This project had originally started, technically, on Facebook as part of some short stories I'd write in the notes (a feature that doesn't even exist anymore). For a very short time, bits of Gamma Sigma existed on a separate Tumblr blog. That didn't seem to offer me enough flexibility with text formatting (which is an important aspect of how I write the story, due to how I can emphasize certain things, and it's just my style so shh), so I moved everything (pretty much re-making it entirely) on Blogger/Blogspot (I'll just call it Blogspot). So Gamma Sigma has had many locations, but none that are, at this particular moment, a proper "home".

THE "I THOUGHT IT'S GOOD ENOUGH" PART...

For a while, I'd believed Blogspot to be a decent-enough home for the project, and a few years had passed without much to worry about. Blogspot seemed easy enough to deal with, even with its flaws that I desperately tried to find workarounds for... whenever I could. And for a while, those workarounds sorta worked. I was even surprised that they worked for as long as they did, thinking about it now...

However...

OOPS! ALL BROKEN!

(AKA, THE BORING "I'M ANGRY" PART).

Yesterday, I found out that some of my modifications to the theme's code refused to function in any capacity (as in, the less-convenient default options force-replaced whatever was in the code previously, for what reason I don't know). Even the button that would allow me to undo any "recent changes" to the code, only showed the preview having the intended features, but the saved version wouldn't reflect any of the changes (I even checked on different browsers and that includes my phone's web browsers - the intended feature wasn't there, it just got disintegrated along with my patience for this shit).

At that point I'd come to a conclusion... I've had enough. I feel like I lack control over the very shell of what holds YEARS worth of my creative work, and I'm not putting up with it anymore. My project deserves a better home.

I'd already considered moving the project elsewhere, many times, but this brought my frustration to a boil. Numbered page navigation was no longer an option, as massively convenient as it had been during the time when it worked. Now it's just a "MORE POSTS" button. Click it, it takes you to the next page, at the top of the page, scroll down, click it, and the cycle repeats a few more times; if I find it frustrating, I can't imagine that many people would want to go looking for my oldest posts that way either (and the best part, obviously, is the part where Blogspot doesn't offer an option to change that in any way by default, which is why I had to modify the code itself to begin with; if I can't modify the code to my liking, why even give me the option to do so?!).

To make it even more annoying: The pre-existing "Archive" function barely helps the convenience of this, and, frankly, I'm tired of trying to negotiate my way around the lack of options for something like this.

A VAGABOND PROJECT; VISION, STRUGGLES, GOALS AND OTHER STUFF...

I know very little about building things right in the code (especially with very little or even nothing to start with), but if I can figure out the basics and make a skeleton of something work to my advantage, I'll make it work sooner than I'll realize. I've surprised myself in the past, and I'm sure I can create something that'll serve as a home to my project, permanently.

Moving Gamma Sigma would allow me to add features that, I'm sure, wouldn't work (or would quickly break) on Blogspot. One feature would allow me to make some of my entries more "immersive" - being able to play a specific audio track when opening specific entries, for example. Other things would, of course, include improved page navigation, secret pages, and potentially other fun little (maybe interactive) things, that would be relevant to the Gamma Sigma story in some way.

I know it sounds ambitious, especially for somebody who's never done something of this scope before, but I won't know if I don't try, and I'm passionate enough about my project to put in the effort to give it a home it'll thrive in.

A LITTLE OFF-TOPIC, BUT IT KIND OF HAS A REASON TO BE HERE...

On top of the frustrations regarding Blogger, I'd wanted to move away from using Google products/services/etc. for a while, and Blogspot, as it is, being owned by Google, would have to be one of the things I'd have to deal with at some point, inevitably. So that, too, helped me make my decision to move the project - the option to keep the project alive long-term.

I've also been planning to move away from using Google stuff in general, due to how unreliable their product lifespans can be... But that, alone, isn't my only goal; I don't exactly trust Google... And on that matter...

I plan on moving away from using Microsoft's products as well, and that eventually will include the operating system, Windows, itself. I've already been experimenting with using Linux, and the only reason I hadn't moved entirely, is because I still need to work out some issues regarding some windows-only programs and whether they'll work properly in Linux, through whatever means are available to me. If I can make them work, then it's bye-bye Microsoft.

I just value privacy and having a choice in how the system behaves. I value having control over what I do on my own computer. When using an OS is a matter of "letting 3rd parties have some of my personal data", on a PAID operating system no less, I'd think it's too fucking far.

But back to what's at hand...

CONCLUSION OR WHATEVER. OH YEAH ALSO A GAMMA SIGMA HIATUS, THAT TOO...

This was a long "announcement" (with some extra yelling), but I'll update it if something comes up (like, if I finish the migration process or if I decide on something else to add, Idk). I have no clue as to how long it'll take, but this basically forces me to put off posting any newer entries until further notice. Or unless I feel like it, I guess? Still, a hiatus is a hiatus, and I know it already took like a year for me to write the newest entry, but don't worry about that, shhHh,,,

OH AND ONE MORE THING...

It's possible I'll be changing the name of the project itself. As to what it'll be, I'm still not sure, but again, I'll make an update about it once I figure it out I guess.

Thanks for reading.

Sorry for stealing your time for this.

#Project Gamma Sigma #11er.writes #11er.writing #11er.announcement #11er.GammaSigma

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fivegaze · 1 year

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3.31

mm heres what i did today- i added the combo system (where you have to follow the key sequence on screen to add damage to your attack), fixed what was wrong with it (i kept trying to access the scene variables not realizing that with an additive scene there would be two science variables objects and it was trying to pull from the wrong one.) when that stopped being broken (aka i just plopped the whole thing into the same scene which felt like an anticlimactic solution but hey) i finally fit it into the state machine. it's not fully functional yet, but when i sat down they weren't even connected at all

there she is! my incredibly janky combo system. please ignore the way everything just stacks on top of each other that's not. staying there i am going to animate it. none of these ui graphics aside from the menu buttons and text choices are final btw i am not leaving those govt street sign ass arrows in there.

this is what the state machine looks like for the combo system :] i called it combo crusher <3 i always worry that my state machines look really janky and cluttered but i guess that doesn't matter as much as if it's working lol. ummm one day i'll learn C# (and html because god lmao) but for now it's just me and my little visual scripting machines against Da World.

the second pic here is how i'm currently detecting input which feels silly to me but there's no event block for "any key down" just this one so that's what i'm doing for now. my blatant abuse of on update is what got me into such a Freaking pickle with something's on the station. fun fact that game is Not built with fungus like space case and the VN scenes for soul squad. i wanted to do it myself and i spent so long building a prototype for UI that i didn't even end up using at all that by the time it was time to plug in the dialogue i didnt really have a lot of time to work the system out. so it's just the world's worst dialogue system. do you wanna see it it's SO bad

i can't even fit it into one screenshot. every time you click the "advance dialogue" button it checks to see if you're on the last line and if not it's like okay what line ARE you on then. at which point it pulls from a list of every voice line (unlabeled and barely organized btw) and corresponding dialogue line which is, like, fine, okay, whatever, and ALSO,

IT'S CHECKING WHAT LINE YOU'RE ON EVERY FRAME and just going through a giant if/else chain to make sure the right characters are active. also on every frame it's updating the text color, just in case. also sometimes more than one character is active and it just completely breaks the color coded character text. like okay this could definitely be worse but it sure could be better. i'm being overly self-critical bc i'm an annoying perfectionist (to the incredible detriment of my wellbeing and productivity, obviously) so the fact that it was all completed during a semester gives me SO much room to self-crit. i'm still really proud of it even though i ran out of time to bugfix and i didn't have time to level any of the audio or clean up any of the voice lines. (seriously though this is me being proud of something i make i just don't know how to not like pick my work apart. /neutral.)

anyway this is supposed to be a soul squad update so let's move on from that

this is the turn system btw! combo crusher is brand new. i already have a (time consuming) move selection set up which is irritating bc i'm gonna have to go in and undo everything so i can add a new movelist but i'm moving that out of the priority spotlight(tm) because um my (writing) scripts are NOT done and i need them to be done. cheers and light and love this is gonna be such a meaty github upload im pumped. i love writing myself little devlogs for me and me only. like a little treat

anyway that's all i did today besides go to an extremely short job interview which was cool. i really hope i get the job because i would like to be able to afford rent :D

#soul squad #dev diary #im not going to make a sots tag bc i dont really intend to talk about it very much. maybe if i go back and clean it but probably not

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Old World Using the Map Editor

Welcome to our Old World Using the Map Editor guide. This guide will take you through the steps of using the Map Editor for Old World. At the end of this guide you will be able to generate your own maps for Old World.

Old World Using the Map Editor

#OldWorld This guide will walk you through using the Map Editor of Old World to create new maps to play on. At the end of this guide you should be able to use the tools within the Map Editor to create a new map, edit a map, and set up the map to be playable within Old World. Accessing the Map Editor 1. From the main menu, click the Extras button.

2. From the Extras menu, click the Map Editor button.

3. This will take you to the Map Editor.

Parts of the Map Editor

1. Menu Bar The menu bar allows access to general functions and tools within the Map Editor. 2. Tile Palette Depending on the active tool, the tile palette will display the various items able to be painted on specific tiles. The default view shows the main tile palette that allows you to assign the different terrain types. 3. Tools The tools provide the various tile palettes so that you can create your map. The different palettes include terrain type, heights, resources, vegetation, improvement, city sites and landmarks. 4. Map Size Helper The map size helper defines the map's origin, and map width and height values. 5. Map Generator Helpers There are three map generator helpers which may assist you in creating your maps. 6. Map Editor Helpers The Map Editor helpers provide different ways to make map making easier. 7. Tile Information Various tile information for the tile under the cursor is displayed here. The bare minimum is the tile's "X:Y (tile ID)" Menu Bar Items Menu button The menu button simply brings up the Map Editor menu. You may start a new blank map, save, load or return to the Old World main menu.

Helpers button The helpers button toggles the display of the various helpers on the right side of screen. Redo / Undo The redo and undo buttons do exactly what they say. Decrease / Increase cursor size The minus "-" button allows you to decrease the size of the cursor when using brush tools. The plus "+" button allows you to increase the size of the cursor when using brush tools.

Brush / Fill-can / Eraser These three tools work similar to how these tools work in paint applications. Brush to paint the selected item from the tile palette to a tile, fill to bulk paint, and the eraser will remove the selected item from the tile palette from a tile. Rivers The wavy line button is the rivers tool. This tool allows you to add rivers allow tile edges. Rivers may only follow tile edges, and have a flow direction. To create a river allow a tile edge, click and hold the mouse button and the start point, and drag to the end point following the tile edges. This will create a river in the direction you dragged.

Roads The road button allows you to add roads to specific tiles. You do not need to drag roads to create them, the Map Editor will automatically connect roads the are adjacent to each other.

Boundary In Old World, as well as the map width-height limitation, there are boundary tiles. Boundary tiles are tiles that are on the map, but are classed as part of the boundary. This means in game they will not be accessible, and display as part of the permanent storm clouds. There may be different reasons for using boundary tiles, and if you've played the Learn to Play tutorials you would have seen ways to use boundary tiles to keep areas of the map closed until the right time. Note: to do that you will also need code support in a mod dll file to reassign the boundary property of those tiles. By default, all tiles within 2 of the map's physical border will be boundary tiles. You will not be able to change them. However, you may make any tile within this limitation a boundary tile. When creating a map, keep in mind that the player will not have access to the 2 tiles along the edge of the map. See below, how by default the tiles within 2 of the physical map edge are boundary tiles (dark shading on them).

By using the boundary tool I can make tiles on the map boundary tiles. In game, these tiles will not be accessible and show as permanent storm clouds like the edge of the map.

Then by clicking the eraser tool so both the boundary and eraser tool are selected, I can remove the boundary setting from tiles.

Tools The Map Editor includes a number of tools to work with. Each tool provides a tile palette with things to be painted on the map. TIP: After using each tool, it is a good idea to save and then load the map. This refreshes the UI rendering of the map and ensures it looks the same as it will in game. Otherwise, you will have graphical anomalies present on the map until you do reload the map. Terrain Type The terrain type is the tile's basic setting of what is on the tile. By selecting different terrain types you can add the various terrains to your map.

Height The second most important tile setting is the height of the tile. By default when you paint a terrain type, land tile's height will be flat, and water tile's height will be coast. With water type tiles you can define them as ocean, coast or lake. Land tiles can be defined as flat, hill, mountain or volcano. TIP: Don't forget you can change the size of the cursor to assist with quick painting of larger areas.

Resources The resources tool is simply to add resources to your map. Select a resource, and click the tile you wish to add the resource to. You are able to override the resources valid terrain types and heights using the Map Editor to place a resource anywhere (ie: adding Ore to a flat tundra tile). TIP: You may also use the Random Resources map helper to generate resources for your map. Vegetation Like the resources tool, the vegetation tool is to add trees/shrub to your map. They can be added in either the full or chopped versions of each. Improvements Like the vegetation tool, the improvements tool is to add tile improvements to your map. Note that since you cannot add cities in the Map Editor, improvements start as NEUTRAL owned.

Player / Tribe / Nation This tool allows you to set the starting city sites for each player, tribe or nation. This is covered in a later section of this guide. Tile Text / Landmarks The last two tools have been combined, since they are for essentially the same function. They both allow the addition of landmarks, or map text to your map. The Landmarks tool allows you to filter the landmark names list by nation and map element type. For instance, you can display the names for Assyrian Plains. Just select the name, then click the tile/s on the map to give that tile the name.

TIP: You may also use the Random Element Names map helper to generate landmark names for your map. The tile text tool allows you to type in any custom text you wish to display on your map. Enter your custom text in the text box, then click the tile to add it to.

City Sites There are a few different states that a city site can be in, and it is important to know the difference between each state when map making. - Active City Site - the city site is the start city for any nation. - Active Nation City Site - the city site is the start city for that nation. - Tribe City Site - the city site is for this tribe. - Nation City Site - the city site is for this nation (this is different to Active Nation City Site as this will be one of the developed city sites under the AI Development game setup option). - Empty City Site - the city site has no defined purpose in the map file, and the game will determine it's purpose on game start. It may end up as an AI city under AI Development rules, a free reserved city site next to a player, or even a tribal or barbarian encampment. City Site Improvement The first step to defining city sites on the map, is to actually add the city site improvement where you want them on the map. Select the Improvements tool, and then select the city site from the tile palette. Click the tiles on the map that you want to add city sites to. TIP: If you place a city site tile with no adjacent urban tiles, the game will automatically add some random urban tiles when the game starts. This is a good way to add a little randomness to urban areas on custom maps.

Active City Site An active city site, is the starting city for each player. You may add many, or no player starts to your map. When setting up a new game, if there are not enough player start city sites on the map, then the game creates new ones. However, any player start city sites will be claimed first, before new ones are added. To make an active city site, select Player Start item from the city site status tool, and then click on the city sites you wish to be player starts.

Active Nation City Site After you have defined a city site as an active city site, you may also define what nation starts on that active city site. As an example where this would be useful, on a historical world map, you may want specific nations to start in a specific location. This is when you would use an active nation city site rather than just active city sites.

Tribe City Site A tribal city site is reserved for a specific tribe. If no other game option is contravened (such as No Tribes, or Free City Sites), then this city site will have a tribal encampment of the defined tribe.

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dreamescapeswriting · 3 years

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The View ~ LMH [M] [Request]

WORD COUNT:3.5K

PAIRING: Minho x Fem!Reader

GENRE: SMUT, fluffy with smut, blow job in a car, teasing, against the window fuck, creampie, begging to cum, unprotected sex, loving Minho, spanking,

A/N: Since you wanted this to be smut I went with a Charity Gala setting 🥰💕 Hope that you enjoy this sweetie

Giant crystal chandeliers dangling from the ceilings of the huge property you were walking through. A live pianist playing in the corner of the room that you were standing in. The whole thing gave you "Mafia Ball" vibes as you stood with your boyfriend. Tonight was supposed to be a huge charity benefit where people would auction off items for charity. Everything felt and looked as though it was expensive, as though you could never afford anything happening inside of the room.

"You look breathtaking tonight." Chan, one of the leading benefactors said as he took your hand in his and placed a soft kiss on the top. Minho's grasp on your arm tightening just a little as he felt someone else next to you. He wasn't exactly the jealous type but tonight you looked exceptionally good and he would be dammed if anyone but himself told you that.

"Minho," Chan smirked knowing just what he was doing, getting under Minho's skin like a splinter made of Iron.

"Easy," You whispered when you felt Minho's hands on your arm tight ever so slightly.

"I'm all yours, remember." You smirked placing a soft kiss on Minho's cheek, leaving a faint mark of your lipstick across his skin. Minho did not want to be here under any circumstances. The moment he had seen you he wanted to stay home and never go anywhere else with you.

It was the dress you were wearing, something he hadn't seen until tonight. A long black gown with a slit up the left leg. The velvet fabric clung to your body perfect and helped show each and every part Minho loved most about you.

Including the lace bodice that seemed to be driving Minho wild at the sight of it. You knew he wouldn't be able to resist you in it but it wasn't for him. Tonight you were being auctioned off, only to dance with of course.

Most of the females at the benefit were doing it in order to help raise money. It was a dance or they would be doing a carwash. You figured dancing would be far more beneficial to everyone and time savingly.

"Can we go yet?" Minho's voice was muffled as he put his head in your neck. Arms wrapping around your waist as he clung onto you, wanting nothing more than to go home and take the dress off you. It wasn't completely one-sided of course. The suit he was wearing was making your heart flutter and your legs shake just a little.

All black suit with a waistcoat and tie, it was something simple and yet on Minho, it looked gorgeous. Though to you Minho always looked gorgeous but tonight was something different. There was always something about a man wearing a suit that drove your mind wild.

"We can't go yet, you know I have to be bid on soon." You laughed, running your hand through his brown hair and ruffling it just a little. A low growl escaped his lips at the mention of the auction, it wasn't as though it was something he was best pleased about. The mere thought of you dancing with somebody else was going to drive him into a jealously spin and he didn't know if he would control himself.

"You promised to be good," You smirked as he pulled you tighter, holding you from behind as he looked around at everyone in the room. There were so many other men in the room that would be willing to dance with you, barely taking their eyes off you from the moment you joined.

"I am. I will." He muttered looking at you and sighing a little. It wasn't as though he was possessive just protective over you.

"Ladies if you would like to come up onto the stage," A voice called out through a microphone. You smiled trying to leave Minho's arms but he locked them tightly around you.

"Don't." He whined before you finally freed yourself. Kissing his cheek before heading up to the stage to join the rest of the girls up there. All of them dressed to impress.

"Finally we have Miss Y/l/n, shall we start the bidding at

₩160000?" The female running the auction asked as she looked out at the crowd. A hand began raising toward the front and you smiled seeing Chan standing there. A lift was somehow lifted from you knowing that someone other than Minho would be willing to bid on you.

"Do I hear, 170?" The woman answered, laughing as Minho's hand at the back shot right into the air. A smirk plastered across Chan's face as he winked up at you, raising the offer higher and higher each time the woman asked. Always trying to outbid Minho. Until finally,

"1,000,000 going once...Twice...Congratulations Minho you won a dance with your own girlfriend," The announcer chuckled as you headed down from the stage, smirking at Chan as you passed him.

"Well played Christopher," You whispered as he kissed your hand softly.

"Anything for the charity, tell Minho we'll take it in cash or cheque," Shaking your head at him you began to walk toward Minho who looked jealous. It was clear to you what Chan had been doing from the start, just a little game in order to raise enough money but not to Minho.

To Minho it was a sign of Chan making a move for you, trying to take the person that Minho cared most about in this world.

"We can't leave, you have to dance first." You whispered to Minho, taking your arm in your hand and squeezing just a little. Giving him a look to let him know that there was nothing going on between Chan and you.

"You've got me," You whispered to him, wrapping your arms around the back of his neck and smiling.

Swaying together on the dance floor all Minho could focus on was the way you moved your hips. Watching your every movement as you danced together with him. Normally he would be an avid dance partner but not tonight, tonight he was worried about what everyone else was doing. If they were watching you and he wanted to show who you were, that you were his and his alone.

"Y/n," He breathed out as you turned your back on him, his arms linked around your waist as you rolled your hips back to meet his crotch.

"What?" A smirk hit your lips as you began to feel him grow from one small touch. Barely even a full touch from you and he was already needy and ready to take you home. Not even home, there was one thing Minho hadn't told you about tonight and that was that he had organised something.

Nothing large but an overnight stay in a fancy hotel for the two of you. Something to get you out of the house and experience this luxury a little while longer.

"We're going," He ordered in your ear as he took your arm into his grasp and headed toward the exit.

"Minho, we haven't even paid yet." You laughed a little as he continued to pull you out. Ignoring the looks he was gaining from other people at the function.

"Hmm my boy is so needy," You breathed out as you sat in the front passenger seat of his car. Hands resting on his thigh rubbing softly as his whole body seemed to tense up. Mind trying to focus on driving while you inched your hand higher and higher up his thigh until it was at his crotch. Palming him gently through the fabric of his smart pants.

"Fuck," He whined out rolling his hips a little at a red light, glancing to you as he felt himself growing harder beneath your touch. Almost getting to the point where it was unbearable to feel you so close and yet so far away from him at the same time. The light changed and he drove again, your hand palming him a little harder as your other hand worked on undoing his buttons.

"You missed our turning," You laughed as you saw Minho staring straight ahead. Eyes darkened as he shook his head at you, the feeling of taking you to a nice hotel for a romantic evening gone. Now all he wanted to do was get you there and fuck you so hard you would regret touching him in the car.

"Speak to me Minho," You whined as you took him out of his pants, pumping him in your hand as he let out a groan. Still not uttering a word in your direction so you continued to pump him, running your thumb along the slit of his cock and smirking. If he wasn't going to talk to you, you would have other ways of making him.

"Hmm, I guess you don't want to..." You whispered leaning down a little to spit onto his cock, kitten licking the head of his penis before smirking to yourself. There was one thing Minho hated most in the world and that was you teasing him. Glaring up at him you took him to the back of your throat, wasting no time in bobbing your head up and down. Swallowing around the head of his cock to make it tighter for him and enjoying the noises he let out.

The whimpers and moans of your name as he continued to drive, in the completely wrong direction of your home together.

"S-Shit!" He grunted parking in the parking lot as you continued to take him in your mouth. Playing with his balls until he let go into your mouth, slamming his hands onto the wheel and moaning out.

"Shit! Y/n, fuck." He watched you as you raised from his crotch and wiped the corner of your lips. Slowly parting your mouth to show him all of his cum inside of your mouth.

"You swallow it right now," He ordered as he took your face in his hands, tilting it back so that you couldn't drop any. Smirking at him you stared him in the eyes, not moving or swallowing anything.

"I suggest you swallow it or you will spend the night clenching your thighs together at the thought of my cock being stuffed inside of you." The moment he threatened you with that you swallowed, parting your lips to show him that every last drop was gone and he smirked. A smug look plastered across his face as he got out of the car and pulled you out with him.

"What are we doing here?" You questioned as you began to walk in the direction of the hotel. Minho simply smiled, tilting your head up to the fourth floor and showing you the large floor to ceiling windows.

"You're going to get stuffed up against that window," He whispered right before wandering off on his own to go and check into the room. Leaving your legs rubbing together at the thought of him doing that with you. Something you had both wanted to do for the longest time.

"Whoa!" You breathed out rushing over to the window and staring out at the city. Everything looked beautiful, you weren't that high up and yet you could still see everything.

"The city lights look like stars," You whispered gazing out at everything as Minho dropped his bag onto the bed. Some spare clothes for the two of you to go home in tomorrow, that was if you could still walk by the time he was done with you.

You opened your mouth about to say something else when your hands were pinned to the window above your head. Minho took in a deep breath and smirked at you,

"We should make this the best night of your life," He whispered as he bit down on your ear lobe, grinding his already hard cock against your ass with a smirk.

"T-The bed," You whispered but Minho shook his head, running one hand down the side of your dress to find the zip.

"The bed looks, great baby...I would just throw you down, put you on your stomach and make you beg for my cock but..." He smirked taking in a deep breath and looking at the way you rubbed your thighs together at his words. How could you not? The thought of Minho doing anything to you sent a pool to your panties and made your stomach do flips.

"Against the window?" You questioned as you turned around to face him, holding your dress by the bodice since Minho had already unzipped your gown.

"Take it off baby...Nice and slow." He whispered watching as you slowly let the dress fall to the ground. Exposing the black lace underwear set you had worn that night.

"Now your bra," He smirked licking his lips as he watched you yet again. Unclasping your bra and watching him as you threw it to the side,

"So hot," He moaned out as you began to rub your breasts in your hands.

"Shit princess, look at you...Squeeze and pinch your nipples like a good girl." He praised as you followed his orders, letting out a soft whimper. Nothing would feel as when he would do this to you, but you knew this was punishment for making him cum in your mouth in the car.

"Now your panties," He stood back a little, stripping himself down to nothing but his shirt and pants, watching as you kicked off your panties. Licking your lips as his eyes went straight to your core.

"Tease your little pussy for me," He whispered watching as you began to slowly rub yourself with your fingers. Eyes fluttering shut as you imagined his fingers on you instead of your own.

"Yes, just like that...Good girl." He praised once more watching as you continued to slowly and gently rub your clit. Letting out small whines when you couldn't touch yourself quite how he could.

"Look at that, all dripping wet and ready to be fucked." He whispered in satisfaction, rubbing himself through his pants as he moved closer to you.

"Turn around and bent down in front of the window baby." He smirked slapping and grabbing your ass as you turned away from him.

"Right against the glass baby, like a beautiful piece of art for people to see," He stood behind you, cock brushing between your folds as he made you look out at the city.

"You think anyone can see? Maybe they can see the way your tits press up against the glass." He sniggered rubbing your clit with the head of his cock making you whine.

"Minho please, fuck me." You begged him, turning your head to look at him over your shoulder but he looked at you.

"I'll take my time with you, baby," He placed a soft kiss on your neck making your eyes flutter shut. You always loved feeling his lips on your neck, they made you feel so safe around him.

Rubbing himself at your entrance he made you face forward, cock ready to push into you as you whined.

"F-Fuck, I'm just going to push into you baby," He smirked sliding into you and moaning out as you clenched around him,

"Mhmm, always so tight around my cock." He grunted as you moaned out. Hands stretched on the window as you looked out at the city,

"Look at that, you're already starting to fog up the window baby." He chuckled as he began to slowly ease out of you only to slam right back into you and moan out.

"Up against the glass, good girl." He moaned out as you pushed yourself against the glass, ignoring how cold it was against your tits and enjoying the way it felt to have him inside of you. Every inch of his cock stretching you out as he eased in and out of you.

"Fuck, you're so much tighter...You like this huh?" He smirked slapping your ass and rubbing it softly in his hands,

"You like being fucked up against a window when anybody could see you?" You knew this was either going to make or break tonight so you smirked,

"Anyone? Like Chan?" Minho's hips froze as he held himself deep inside of your cunt. Hand gripping onto your ass as he asked you to repeat it.

"What was that angel?" The roughness in his voice made you clench around him and he chuckled.

"C-Chan could be watching," You repeated as you moaned out, rolling your hips back but he pushed you against the glass.

"You want that? You want Chan to see the way I fuck this pussy?" He began to roughly fuck in and out of you. Moaning out as you continued to try and grip onto the window.

"Fuck! Just like that!" You screamed as he continued to get rougher with you, biting down on your skin.

"You want Chan to see who makes you scream? Who you cum for ?" He smirked at you.

"Acting like the little slut you are for me?" You could barely form words as you whimpered and nodded at him.

"Getting fucked from behind in front of the window, you're fucking mine." He grunted his thrusts getting harsher with each word that he spoke. Hands gripping onto your hips as you cried out nothing but his name. Getting lost in the feeling of his cock hitting that one spot over and over again.

"You're fucking mine, say it." He ordered as he froze inside of you, holding himself at that one spot that made your toes curl into the carpeted floor.

"No one can fuck you like that, can they?" He growled at you, hand slapping against your ass,

"No! No one can!" You screamed as he began to thrust once again, tits hitting the window as you cried out his name.

"Take my dick baby, like the good little girl you are," He moaned out as you clenched around him, feeling your high fast approaching as you nodded

"F-Fuck me Minho, fuck." You cried out as he continued to pound in and out of you harder against the glass. Moaning out your name as he kissed down your neck.

"I like the view right now," He smirked as he continued to fuck into, rolling your hips against his as you cried out his name. Head getting lost at the feeling of him inside of you.

"You feel so good Minho," You moaned out as you looked over at him, moaning out as he slapped your ass again.

"Hmm, if Chab could see you like this right now, bent over for me getting fucked right against the window." He slapped your ass again and you moaned out, feeling your stomach tightening. The orgasm building up inside of you as your eyes began to shut,

"Minho!" You cried out as your legs began to shake a little, hands reaching into the window to grip onto anything you could.

"You want to cum?" You nodded desperately and he smirked, grabbing your shoulders as he began to pound into our harder,

"Pound into that tight fucking pussy harder," He chuckled deeply as he began to get rougher with you.

"Fuck!" You screamed out, hands slamming against the glass as he looked at you in pleasure.

"That's the spot isn't it?" He chuckled as he moaned out, hitting that one spot that caused your legs to shake and your pussy to clench around him. Holding your shoulders to slam into that one point over and over again without fail. Your eyes widening as you felt yourself beginning to tip over the edge.

"Shit, shit! F-Fill me up! Fuck me full with your cum." You begged him looking over at him as he continued to fuck into you. Eyes darkening as he nodded his head

"Make it drip out of me," You begged as he moaned out. Enjoying the way you begged for him as he fucked you like this.

"Yeah?" He questioned as you nodded over and over again.

"YES!" You practically demanded as you looked over at him.

"So fucking beautiful, so sexy." He whimpered as he nodded at you,

"Cum on my cock angel, cum around me." He moaned out as you cried out his name. Hands slamming against the glass as you finally let go of the release inside of you. Letting your orgasm wash over you like a wave and cum around him. Clenching and shaking uncontrollably as he fucked his load into you.

The moment you dropped down onto the bed Minho switched demeanor, holding your waist in his and smiling. Making sure to hold you close to his body and rub your back softly.

"I love you, baby," He whispered as he placed his lips on your skin softly and lovingly. Never wanting to let you go all night long if he could manage it,

"We can order room service if you want?" He offers, realising that neither of you had eaten much at the charity event and how hungry you must have been.

"Sure, with chocolate cake?" You hummed turning around in his arms so you were face to face with him, pressing a soft kiss on his lips.

"Perfect, I'll order it all soon." He whispers before kissing you once again.

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Good Things Come in Three - Arthur/Reader/Sadie (NSFW)

Summary: You and Arthur skip the gang's celebratory party in favor of some alone time, barely closing the door of the hotel room before freeing each other of your clothes. Naked and on the bed, you almost get down to business when Sadie knocks on your door, asking if she could join the fun. You didn't expect the night to take such a turn, but that's not to say you're opposed to what she's suggesting.

Words: 5,157

Warnings: threesome, girl on girl kissing, face sitting, honestly, nothing too out of the line, just some good ol' F/F/M

A/N: I've wanted to write an RDR2 threesome for months now, and finally, it happened! Hopefully there'll be more to cum (lol) I actually have a rough draft of a Arthur/Reader/Charles sitting in my folder, so maybe I'll do something with it soon. Also, I'm going to horny jail.

AO3 Link.

With successful completion of a big score came a big celebration. The job was two weeks in the making and involved half a dozen members of the gang, you included. A small bank in a cholera ridden town, though heavily guarded with lawmen both inside and around it; you knew there was more to it. After a little bit more digging, you discovered that one of the residents of town struck gold and was keeping his findings there for the time being. It took careful planning and rigorous preparations but on the chosen day, you were all ready.

Contrary to how the gang’s plans often went, this one went rather smoothly (probably due to inclusion of you and Sadie, women’s touch as they say) and not a day later the gang was about $40,000 richer, a few gold bars heavier and miles away.

The spirits were high; Not only did the job go smoothly, but nobody got hurt or caught. Dutch was ecstatic and decided that celebration was in order. As soon as you came upon a town with a functioning saloon in it, all the horses and the wagons were stopped and everybody went inside.

The saloon, which only a few minutes before was quiet and deserted, with only the barman standing and polishing the empty glasses, quickly filled with two dozen of the gang members and their combined laughs, cheers and songs.

“What’s your name, mister?” Dutch said to the barman as the gang filed into the saloon.

“Howard, sir.”

“Howard,” Dutch repeated as he shook Howard’s hand and inconspicuously slid a few bills into his hand. “These people,” he said and motioned to the members that had already scattered themselves around the saloon, some at the poker table, some by the bar stock. “They had a rough go at it. Can you please make sure they have a pleasant evening?”

“Well, of course, sir!” Howard beamed, already putting the bills in his back pocket. “I’ve been serving drinks at this saloon since before the war, sir, I know what people need.”

“That’s what I’m talking about,” Dutch said, patting Howard on the back. “Now, people,” he turned his attention to the gang, his voice raising a few octaves. “Tonight, we celebrate. I want all of you to enjoy yourself. Drink, eat, gamble and do whatever else you want, as much as you want. You deserve it.”

Dutch’s address was met with loud cheers and long applause and thus, the night began.

The last time Howard served so many people so quickly was in ’65 when the war ended. Yet, even then he didn’t remember having to go into the basement to bring more stock and having to wake up his sons so they could help serve the patrons quicker. As he filled each glass to the brim, he wondered how people could drink so much.

You wondered too as you watched your fellow gang members down one drink after another after another. Some fared better than others. Dutch and Hosea, preferring to enjoy their liquor rather than get wasted, sat in the corner of the room by the fire, nursing their whiskey and already planning their next move. Lenny, still being young and inexperienced, was already dancing hand in hand with Sean, who despite not being new to drinking, couldn’t hold his liquor. Pearson, along with Uncle, started playing their instruments and added live music to the mix of singing, laughter and talking that already filled the saloon. Even Charles joined in on harmonica a few times.

Howard wondered what the lot of you did to call for such a celebration, but he knew better than to ask questions. The money was paid and the drinks were sold; that’s all that mattered.

To say that you were tipsy was an understatement. Perhaps drinking a shot of whiskey and chasing it with a beer was not a good idea, but good ideas rarely made their way into your head, especially when running with the Van Der Linde gang. You were sitting in Arthur’s lap, your arms draped lazily over his form, your head on his shoulder. The two of you were sitting at the poker table, with the other players being Javier, John and Micah. All four of the men were far too drunk to make the right moves or plan their strategies, yet it didn’t stop them from gambling their share of the bank job and hoping for the best.

Unsurprisingly to you, Arthur was winning. Out of all the four men, he was the least inebriated (no thanks to his big size and ability to hold liquor), and even when the drinks were not in play, Arthur was generally a good player, knowing when to hold, to fold, or to walk away. Each time he won some, you’d land a kiss on his neck or his cheek and whisper in his ear, “Good job, love.” The stoic, ruthless gunslinger would turn into mush at your words and your touch, and with a pink blush on his cheeks would say, “Thank you, sweetheart.”

Despite enjoying a game of poker from time to time yourself, you found yourself a little bored and were looking forward to when the game would finish. As you sat in Arthur laps, waiting for the men to call it a night, your eyes traveled over the saloon, taking in the scenery around. It was a nice change to see the gang members so happy and carefree, the only thing on their mind, their next drink.

As you scanned the room, your eyes met with Sadie’s. She was leaning against the bar stock with a drink in her hand. You couldn’t read the exact look in her eyes; it was fierce, determined and hot. Hot. That’s exactly how you felt under her gaze. You shifted under Arthur, suddenly too aware that you were sitting on his lap. He groaned a little, one of his hands coming up to your hip to stop your movements.

“Careful, sweetheart,” he said under his breath, loud enough only for you to hear. You could still feel Sadie’s gaze, could see it from the corner of your eyes. His hand massaged your hip a little and he added, “I’m almost done here. Wanna go upstairs?”

A salacious smile, fueled by the alcohol in your veins and Arthur’s body against yours spread on your lips, and you hid your head in the crook of his neck, whispering, “You know I do.”

Arthur chuckled, before turning back to the game.

“All in,” he said.

Javier dropped out, but John and Micah went along, going all in.

One card up, second card up.

“Yes!”

You almost jumped out of Arthur’s lap as he roared, scooping up his winnings in no time.

John groaned, dropping his head onto the table with a loud thud, already preparing himself for Abigail’s wrath as soon as she would find out. Micah, on the other hand, was fuming, and his face was almost as red from the rage as his shirt. “Stupid game,” he said as he got up from the table and went to the barman, getting himself another drink.

“I got lady luck in my lap,” Arthur said before turning his head to you, capturing your lips in a kiss. You moaned against his lips and waved your fingers through his hair, not caring even a bit at the John and Javier present, the latter even whistling at your display of love. One of his hands was on your hip, and the other started to make its way up your leg and under your skirt, dangerously close to the hem of your drawers.

You broke the kiss, panting slightly, and said, “How about we get a room?” you said before kissing his jaw and adding, “Unless you want to take me right here at the table.”

He could feel himself stiffen at your words, and without wasting anymore time, got up from the chair and took your hand in his. No one paid you and Arthur any attention as you traversed through the saloon, everybody too busy with their own conversations or drink, except for Sadie. You could feel her eyes the entire time as you walked across the room to the stairs, and your mouth felt dry when you walked right past her, her deep, brown eyes staring right into your soul and calling out to something. As you walked up the stairs, you turned back one last time, and saw her sending you a warm, though hinting, smile.

The two of you giggled and laughed as you tried to undress each other, the alcohol doing its job at making your fingers nimble.

He pushed you against the door as he ravished your mouth, making your head feel dizzy and your need for air almost as strong as the need for Arthur. When he broke away from your lips, his mouth turned to attacking your neck, leaving kisses and hickeys all up and down the column of your neck as his hands worked on undoing the buttons of your blouse.

“Oh my god, Arthur,” you moaned, your eyes closed as Arthur finally discarded your blouse and revealed your chest to him, his mouth landing on one of your nipples while his fingers worked on the other.

“Been hard since the moment you sat your pretty little ass down on my lap,” he groaned against your chest. He sucked on one of your nipples, covering it in his spit before adding, “Thought of taking you right then and there when I felt your nipples brush against me.”

“Fuck,” you moaned, your fingers in his hair as he placed his mouth back on your chest, giving your other nipple the same treatment.

“You sure were as good with them cards tonight as you are with your mouth,” you said breathlessly when he released your nipple.

“Darlin’,” he said, his voice dropping an octave and having a dangerous edge to it, “There’s a lot of things I’m good at.”

“Then show me, cowboy,” you said as you pushed him a little before dropping your skirt together with your drawers on the ground, presenting yourself to Arthur in all your naked glory. He could feel his mouth go dry upon seeing your body, illuminated by a faint light from the lantern. No matter how many times he saw you naked, you always managed to take his breath away and wonder what he did to deserve a creature as marvelous as you.

He picked you up effortlessly and carried you to the bed. The cotton sheets felt cool and soft against your skin as Arthur laid you down before covering your body with his, his mouth on yours in seconds.

“Too many clothes,” you mumbled against his lips and pulled on his suspenders, the strap hitting him with an audible slap when you released it.

He didn’t waste much time, pushing his suspenders to the side and pulling out his shirt before throwing it on the floor, revealing his golden chest and torso to your eyes. You ran your hand up his torso, through the light blonde hair that covered it and up to his chest where you could hear his heart beat wildly. His hands were on his pants, ready to pull them down and reveal his leaking cock when a knock on the door froze both of you. You both darted your heads to the door, wondering who and for what reason would knock on your door. Perhaps it was one of your drunk friends, lost and trying to find an available room.

When neither of you answered, keeping still and quiet despite your breathing hard and heavy, a voice spoke from behind the door.

“It’s Sadie,” she said as if mentioning that it’s her and not one of the drunken boys would make a difference and by god, it did.

Her intense stare flashed before your eyes and you once again felt the weight of it over you. Perhaps the alcohol was doing it’s job, making you bolder and daring, but you turned your eyes at Arthur, searching for something in them; a visible ‘no’, a confusion or some sort of opposition, but when none came, you turned back towards the door and said, “Come in.”

You saw the doorknob twist before the door opened with an audible creak. As soon as Sadie passed through the threshold and closed the door behind her, her eyes landed on the two of you on the bed.

Arthur was just in his pants, situated between your naked, spread legs. Her eyes raked over his golden chest down to the bulge in his pants before darting to you, your nipples perky and at attention, your chest rising and falling each time you took a breath. It didn’t miss you when she licked her lips, her eyes still on your naked body.

“I…” she began, sounding just a hint sheepish, “I’m interested in joining. If it's okay with the two of you that is.”

You could feel yourself clench around nothing and your heart rate pick up a few beats upon hearing her words. From the way she occasionally watched you and Arthur engaging in some PDA and the looks the two of you would often share, you could feel something more than friendly feelings floating in the air. It would be a lie if you said you weren’t curious; Sadie was a beautiful woman; from her piercing brown eyes, to her full lips and her dirty blonde hair. You caught yourself thinking that she reminded you of Arthur in some ways, both of them having a similar, burning fire in them, bravery that could rival anyone else’s in the gang as well as a softer, caring side. Maybe that’s why you liked her and weren’t opposed to what she was suggesting.

You licked your lips and was more than ready to say yes, but turned to Arthur. After how long the two of you had been together, you didn’t need to use words to communicate. You looked at him, raising your brows slightly, silently asking, “Are you okay with this?” He gave you a lopsided grin, nodding his head just a tiny bit, his way of saying, “If you are, I am.”

You smiled before biting your lip and turning your head to Sadie. Arthur moved to the side, making room for you so you could get up from the bed. “Join us,” you said when you came to stand next to her, taking her hand in yours. She flashed you a smile, the one that was making you weak in the knees, before one of her hands made its way to the back of your head, bringing your head closer to hers. You could feel her breath against your lips, could smell the strong scent of whiskey on them. It felt that just by inhaling the scent, you were getting more intoxicated.

Her lips were soft and warm as she pressed them against yours, stealing your breath away as she kissed you. You tangled your fingers in her hair, deepening the kiss and moaning against her mouth when she slipped her tongue in. All tongue and teeth, the kiss was desperate and needy, as if the two of you were starving for each other. Arthur could do nothing but watch as the two of you kissed, his mind on fire at looking at one of the most erotic things he’s ever seen in his life. He could feel himself become rock hard to the point of pain, and palmed his erection through his pants, trying to relieve some of the tension.

Her clothes dropped on the floor in a pile as you helped to disrobe her, your lips not leaving her for more than a few seconds as you helped her pull her blouse over her head and her pants down. Your lips were swollen and wet when the two of you finally broke apart, lazy grins on your faces. You turned around to look at Arthur; he looked desperate and needy as he sat on the bed, his cock already in his hands, rock solid, leaking and red at the tip. Your mouth watered at the sight of him, and you smiled at Sadie before the two of you made your way to Arthur.

“Ladies,” he groaned as the two of you got up on the bed, making your way to Arthur like panthers to their prey. You pushed his hand aside, replacing it with yours. If there was heaven, then this was certainly it, Arthur thought when he watched the two of you bring your lips to his cock, your mouth on his tip while Sadie’s on his base. He fought back the urge to snap his hips forward, pushing more of himself in your mouth, and decided to simply take what the two of you were giving him. While you sucked on his head, popping the head in your mouth from time to time before sucking on it, Sadie was kissing up and down his cock, making a mess as her spit covered him from the base to the middle. Arthur couldn’t help but twitch when she took one of his balls in her mouth, and you took his cock deeper, the head hitting the back of your throat. His eyes rolled to the back of his head and he moaned loud, perhaps too loud, at all the attention he was getting.

Thankfully, the two of you didn’t torture him for too long or otherwise he was sure he would’ve been cumming down your throat within minutes. As Sadie popped his balls from her mouth, and you took his cock out of yours, you kissed once again. Neither of you minded the taste of the man on each other’s lips, perhaps even chasing it as your tongues clashed against each other.

You turned to look at Arthur, your eyes almost completely black and full of lust, and said, “Arthur, I want you to fuck Sadie.” Your hands ran up his cock, giving a few slow, sensual strokes and earning a groan from him before adding, “I want her to feel how good your cock is.”

To say that he was expecting the night to go down like this would be a lie, but that’s not to say that he wasn’t enjoying it. He didn’t trust his words, so he simply nodded his head and pushed his hips a little for emphasis.

Sadie’s hand was in yours as she moved to straddle Arthur, his cock right against her nether lips. He could feel her witness coating his member, the heat from her lips already spreading over him. Arthur held himself in his hand as Sadie lowered herself on his cock, moaning at the stretch of being filled by him, pleasure bordering on pain from how thick he was. You kissed her all over, her neck, her cheeks, her lips, her chest, as she took him inch by inch, her breathing ragged and her eyes closed. When he was all the way in, his pelvis flush with her, it was as if everybody breathed a sigh of relief. Sadie felt full, unbelievably so, and without even moving, she could already feel unbelievable pleasure filling her.

You lowered your head to Arthur’s, kissing over his neck before bringing your lips to his ear and said, “Make her feel good, Arthur.”

The first pull and push of his cock had Sadie cry out in pleasure, her face contorted in ecstasy as Arthur pushed deep inside her. His hands were on her hips as he held her in place, pistoling his cock in and out of her wet channel. You could feel your wetness run down your legs as you watched her, so lost in pleasure and so beautiful as she moaned.

With his hands still on her hips, he turned his face to you, capturing your lips in a kiss. You could feel his hunger and desperation as his tongue danced around your’s, making your head spin from the intensity of the kiss.

When he broke away, a spit connecting your lips just for a moment, he said, “I want to feel you too.”

You didn’t have to be told twice. With excitement and lust and arousal coursing through your veins, you sat up on the bed before swinging your legs over Arthur’s head and bringing your soaked pussy over his mouth. He removed one of his hand’s from Sadie’s hips (who was now riding him in earnest herself, taking her pleasures from his cock) and placed it on one of your thighs to bring you down over his mouth.

Your moans joined Sadie’s as Arthur sucked on your sopping lips, before diving his tongue right into your hole. The room filled with nothing but sounds of moans, groans and skin slapping against skin. Perhaps, if someone looked up a definition of hedonism, a picture of the three of you would be there, indulging in your most basic carnal desires and chasing your pleasures.

With your eyes closed and your mouth open, you could do nothing but shake with pleasure as Arthur ate you out, his skillful tongue working between plunging itself into your hole and sucking on your clit. The feeling of Sadie’s hand on your cheek made you open your eyes. She was completely debauched, her face flush from arousal, her pussy wet and dripping as Arthur fucked into her. She brought your face to hers and kissed you, her tongue pushing past your lips right away. From Arthur tongue in your pussy to Sadie’s in your mouth, you could feel yourself nearing the edge.

“Fuck!” Sadie cried out, breaking away from your lips as her orgasm washed over her like a tsunami. Arthur didn’t let up for a moment, pistoling his hips in and out of her quivering hole until she couldn’t take it anymore. She felt herself gush all over him as he brought her to the peak of pleasures to the point where it was becoming all too much and she had to stop. She breathed heavily as she recovered, sitting to the side and waiting for the ringing in her ears to pass.

Satisfied with making one of the women happy, Arthur turned his full attention to you, both of his hands on your thigh, bringing you impossible close to his face, so much so that you wondered how he breathed.

“Arthur,” you moaned as he fucked you with his tongue and brought his thumb to play with your clit.

Sadie was at your side then, kissing down your neck till she reached your nipple and sucked on it.

“Oh my god,” you moaned, tears welling in your eyes as all the sensations were becoming too much. “You’re gonna make me cum,” you said to both of them, and not a moment later, you did.

You kept riding Arthur’s face as you chased your orgasm, crying his and Sadie’s name as they kept bringing you higher and higher. After a few more moments, you finally came to a stop, your thighs still shaking as Arthur helped you from his face down to the bed, laying at one of your sides while Sadie laid at your other. He kissed up and down your neck, leaving small bites and hickeys all over, while Sadie kissed over your chest, marking you as well.

Only after a few moments did it dawn on you that despite making the two of you cum and see stars, Arthur still hasn’t, his cock rock hard.

As if thinking the same thing, Sadie looked up at your from between your breasts, saying, “I wanna watch him fuck you,” before licking your nipple.

You moaned at that, your pussy twitching in anticipation, and looked at Arthur.

You were still sensitive from your orgasm, but you wanted to watch Arthur cum, so you spoke against his lips. “Arthur, please.”

He could never say no to you, not when you spoke his name with such a need in your voice. He smiled against your lips, brushing his nose against yours before saying, “Anything for you, darlin’.”

You parted your thighs to accommodate him and licked your lips when he took his cock in his hand, giving himself a few pumps before pushing just the head of his cock in. There was more than enough preparation, your own wetness and Arthur’s spit running down your pussy and your thighs, yet you still felt that familiar burn as he split you open, pushing more of himself in.

Inch by inch, he filled you, taking a pause here and there to let you get used to the feeling of him filling you to the brim. When he was all the way in, the head of his cock pushing so deep inside you you could practically taste it, you sighted his name, your head rolling back on the pillows and your fingers clawing at the sheets.

Sadie’s hand was on your lower abdomen, right where she could feel Arthur push in you.

She licked her lips before turning to him and said, “Fuck her proper, Arthur.”

The drag of his cockhead over your insides had you clench around him, the tears in your eyes coming back as your sensitive walls spasmed over him. One of your hands was clawing at the back of your pillows, the other at the sheets under you, and you could do little more than simply take Arthur’s pistoning, his cock reducing you to cries and moans of his name.

Sadie turned your head towards her, capturing your lips in her once again before speaking against them. “Tell me how good he’s making you feel,” she said.

You tried to speak, but as you opened your mouth, a moan came out as Arthur delivered a particularly rough thrust, hitting that special place inside of you. Out of the corner of your eyes you could see him smirk.

“So good, Sadie,” you finally managed. The bliss you were feeling had your mind going haywire as Arthur’s thrusts pushed you closer and closer to the edge of euphoria. “Fuck. He’s fucking me so good,” you moaned, your words no doubt feeding Arthur’s ego, making him puff out his chest more and fuck you harder into the mattress, “He’s gonna make me cum.”

Sadie smiled before kissing you once again, alternating between sucking on your tongue and delving hers into your mouth.

Arthur was at the end of his rope. He was holding out his own release, hoping to deliver you to yours first, but it was proving hard when your cunt spasmed over him each time he pushed inside. It didn’t help either that you and Sadie were all over each other, your lips against one another, your hands exploring each other’s bodies. Not even in his wildest dreams or fantasies had he seen something like this.

He placed both of his hands on the back of your thighs before pushing them up so your legs hung on his shoulder, kissing one of your ankles as he did so. Your legs twitched each time he slammed back in, the new position making him go in even deeper if that was possible, and if it wasn’t for Sadie’s mouth on yours, you were sure your scream’s would’ve definitely alerted somebody.

Delicate and slow, her hand traveled from one of your breasts, down your stomach and to your wet pussy. She could feel where Arthur was entering you again and again, the wetness around your walls making for an easy, though loud with sloppy sounds, entrance. Using two of her fingers, she started to add small circular motions around your clit, making your toes curl.

With the combination of Sadie’s fingers on your clit and Arthur’s cock in your pussy, you came, arching your back from the bed as pleasure coursed through your veins, so hard you thought you were gonna blackout from it. Sadie kissed you through it, muffling your cries and moans and screams with her mouth. The orgasm swept over you like a hurricane, leaving you completely boneless as you laid there, managing to do nothing more than keep taking Arthur’s cock.

The feeling of you spasming and tightening over him was too much for Arthur. “Fuck, darlin’, I’m close,” he said, the sweat on his face making it shiny.

With Sadie’s mouth away from yours, you managed a broken cry and a small, “Yes” moving your hips just a little to help Arthur to his release.

Sadie moved her hand from where it was near your clit to where Arthur was entering your sopping pussy again and again. With a mischievous smile, she took his balls in her hand and fondled them before saying, “Fill her up, Arthur.”

Arthur came with a heavy groan, his pace all out of rhythm as he kept pushing his cock into you, stuffing you full of his cum until you could feel it running down your thighs.

At last, he stilled, his breathing heavy as he pulled out of you and lowered your legs from his shoulder to the bed.

You could feel Arthur’s sweat drop from his forehead to yours as he bent down to kiss you, slow and tender, before dropping to your side. His head was on the pillow as he stared at the ceiling, still trying to comprehend what had just happened. On your other side, Sadie was catching her breath too, the activities you just engaged in making her previously clear complexion looking a tad bit pink. You could see a satisfied smile on her lips as she raised herself on her elbows to look at you, brushing a piece of hair out of your face before laying back down on the bed, one of her hands under her head.

As you laid there, well-fucked, satisfied and bemused, you wondered how you’d look Sadie in the eyes in the morning, when the effects of alcohol and lust would vanish, and you’d have nowhere to hide as the sun would illuminate every corner of the room. You remembered Dutch’s words, telling all of you to enjoy yourself. “As much as you want,” he specified. You’re not sure if he had this in mind when saying that.

Sadie, however, decided to not wait for the morning and spoke up now, saying, “Might I say that the two of you sure know how to fuck.”

The ease with which she spoke eased your restless nerves, and you felt yourself relax as you laughed at her words. At your side, Arthur couldn’t help but shake his head, a small smirk playing at his lips.

You knew the next morning would still bring the awkward laughs and pink blushes, but you decided you could deal with that later. Right now, you were happy to enjoy the warmness of the two bodies pressed at your sides.

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