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Kinktober 2022 Day 3

Orgasm denial

Series: FGO

Caster Gilgamesh x AFAB master

Warnings: sexual content, slight degradation

Spoilers for CasGil's valentine scene

Rating: Explicit/MA

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"Don't be a fool! I speak of quantity, not quality!" Gilgamesh said, shaking the red bag of chocolates vehemently. "This measly thing will barely last me two bites! Our feast would be over in but a moment! Were you planning to share a table with me for no more than a few minutes!?"

"If you don't want it, I'll take it," you huffed, tugging the package back from his grasp. "I'll just snack on these and just go hang out with Mash instead."

"Heh, Pitiful." A wide smirk graced his infuriatingly handsome face. Before you could react, he grabbed the red bag back. "But, I suppose this IS the best a Master of such lowly origins as yours could muster. Very well, you leave me no choice, Just this once, I will show you what a true Valentine's celebration entails."

"Follow me, Master. I will teach you about the true essence of my treasured Uruk personally."

--

You reclined on your lounge chair, enjoying the view on the river Euphrates. You drew the wool shawl tighter against your shoulders to keep yourself warm. The wise king had insisted that you change into traditional garments from Uruk for this demonstration, stating that it would be a great opportunity to experience their culture more. The deep blue wrap-around dress was draped around one arm and reached your ankles. The material was thick and sturdy, but you'd grown used to your mystic codes doing the bulk of the temperature control.

"That's a head shawl. It isn't supposed to be wrapped around you like that."

You turned to to look over at Gilgamesh, sprawled over his own lounge chair, cradling a wineglass. The ruby liquid sparkled in the moonlight as he swirled the glass. Even while lounging, he still oozed arrogance. He'd changed into clothes resembling a loose white tunic and pants with an ornate red cloak hanging on his shoulders. He also looked a good deal warmer than you were.

"I'm cold." you argued. "Besides, the sun isn't up anymore so there's no point in covering my head."

You heard him click his tongue. "I had told you to drink your beer slowly, did I not? Now you reap the results of your foolishness." He sat up and beckoned you over. "Come, I shall play the role of a good host and warm you up."

You hesitated for a brief moment, but still wound up walking over to him. The night air in Uruk wasn't terribly cold but you'd still rather be warm. You settled in easily between his legs and leaned against his chest. His gold jewelry felt cold against your cheek, but he gave off more than enough warmth for you to be comfortable. You sighed and wrapped your arms around him. You felt him toy with your hair, running his fingers through the strands and running his nails against your scalp.

"So, where's this feast you mentioned earlier?" you asked, fiddling with his lapis lazuli pendant. "I'm getting hungry."

He chuckled. "First you complain of the cold, and now of hunger. Is my Master merely a pet I must look after? Truly my little mongrel?"

You sat up and pouted. "Well this little mongrel's gonna start biting if she doesn't get some food in her soon."

Mischief flashed in his red eyes as he leaned in closer, your noses nearly touching. "I suppose I better find something for your mouth to do so it won't bite."

You didn't know who moved first, but soon your lips met his. Your chapped lips moved against his as your hands found themselves at the back of his neck. You felt his hands drift down towards your hips. He pulled you close and made you sit on his lap. His fingers squeezed and dug into the soft flesh. You gasped. His hot tongue strode into your mouth, claiming it for his own.

You squeaked as you felt his hand travel down and squeeze your bum. The other went towards your inner thigh, tracing indiscernible patterns. Your body started to warm up. You shrugged off your shawl and loosened the draping on the dress. Suddenly, you felt cold.

"Ah," he murmured against your lips, "such a bold little mongrel."

You'd unfastened the dress too much, causing the fabric to fall away and expose your breasts. The skin pebbled in the cool night air, and under his hungry gaze. As if proving his statement true, you leaned over and shook his breasts at him, daring him to move.

He pulled you close. His mouth latched on to your breast immediately, suckling and swirling around the stiff nipple. His hand caressed the other, squeezing and stroking. A faint buzz of heat was starting to form inside you. You felt a slight dampness in your core.

He pulled away just as the heat inside you began to rise. He pressed a few kisses against your breasts and at the column of your neck, each one lighter than the last. He tugged the rest of the dress away, leaving you fully exposed. He grinned, and his gaze seemed to darken.

His hand pressed firmly against the apex of your hips. You shuddered from the contrast of his warm touch and the cold jewelry against your skin. A finger dragged against your slit. You gasped at the sensation, as well as the loud squelch. You were much, much wetter than you'd anticipated.

He gave a satisfied little hum before working a finger inside you. Your slick-coated entrance offered little resistance at first, but you could feel each little ridge of his rings as they rubbed up against your walls. Soon, a second finger followed. You fell forward and grabbed hold of his shoulders to steady yourself. The two fingers spread apart and bent as they pressed and probed.

You whimpered as soon as he rubbed up against your spot. It felt as if a live wire ran down your spine. His fingers rubbed up against that rough patch. His thumb made furious little circles against your clit. You sobbed. It was too much, too fast. You bit his neck as your tried to stifle your cries. He grunted in pain, but continued his onslaught. Your body began to twitch. You bucked and jerked your hips away, but his hand on your hip held fast. He continued to work you over and over as the pleasure began to mount.

And then nothing.

He'd pulled his fingers away at the last second. Just before your orgasm hit. Your body, weak with pleasure, fell against him. You looked up at him with bleary eyes. Your mind was still too awash with pleasure to form words. You gripped at his tunic with your shaking hands. He smirked.

"Did I not tell you, Master, that I didn't want our feast to end so quickly?" he said. He brought his fingers to his face and licked at the slick. "The night is young, and I have been starved of you for far too long."

He carried your slack body over towards the curtained central platform. Inside was a large day bed with several round pillows, and a table stacked with several brightly-colored bottles. He placed you on the bed, and spread your legs wide.

He knelt down and licked at your entrance. You bucked and whimpered, wanting more of the pleasure that had been denied you. He huffed before diving in to eat you out. He nipped and sucked at your lips. The sounds you made were pure filth. You whimpered and cried out his name. Your hands grabbed hold of his hair and tugged.

His wicked tongue brushed up against your clit. You saw pure white. You shuddered and clutched at him, pressing him harder against you. You felt him laugh. His tongue started to lick faster and faster. Fingers plunged inside you and crooked. He nipped your clit. You saw stars.

And again, it disappeared. He'd pulled away yet again. You felt like sobbing. Your skin felt aflame, it felt like each brush of the sheets could easily send you tumbling towards the edge. But never enough to push you over. Frustrated, you reached down and started rubbing to get yourself off.

"Tsk"

The Wise King slapped your hand away and leveled his glare upon you. He snapped his fingers. Gold cuffs and chains appeared and bound your limbs to the bed. You lay there spread-eagled, unable to move an inch.

"Oh mongrel. You should not have done that."

For hours upon hours he tortured your body with pleasure. You intimately came to know his fingers, his tongue, his mouth. Your walls memorized the shape of his fingers, and each and every stroke they made. His mouth left marks on your inner thighs, blooming on your skin like posies. Your body felt sore, and yet you still craved more of his touch. Just one last stroke to finally get you to the edge.

"Gil. Gil. Please. Please," you rasped, your throat dry and aching.

He pulled his fingers out with an embarrassingly loud noise. The bed was soaked with your fluids. You cried out at the sudden emptiness. Tears flowed down your cheeks as you babbled at him. Your mind too tired, too strained to properly communicate.

You watched as he shrugged his tunic and his pants off. His golden jewelry remained, glinting in the dark red of the early morning light. His cock stood full mast, swollen and dripping precum. He lined up his cock with your entrance. You whimpered at the sensation, but your body automatically bucked. He licked his lips and grinned.

"Hush, now mongrel," he said. "We're nearly to the end of our feast. Stay with me until the end."

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I love Gilgamesh but holy hell I wrote too much. I really need to cut down on the preludes to the sexy times... but at the same time it also seems hotter if there's context?

#kinktober 2022 #kinktober 2022 day 3 #Caster Gilgamesh x reader #Gilgamesh x reader #fgo x reader #here I am once again stealing lines from the game #tikoy writes #non sfw

[akocomyk]

It just dawned on me that the last time I blogged about my current life was back in January—my birthday post.

And aside from the usual answers to anonymous questions, I haven't really posted much.

So... Here's another occasional bulleted list of life updates.

I've been jogging regularly since the year started. You may have caught this back in my birthday blog because Gerald gave me face towels as a gift. I've been meaning to do this since December but I couldn't do so because I was adamant in completing the nine days of Misa de Gallo.

When I jog, I wake up at around past 5 in the morning, and then walk/jog for 5 kilometers in forty-five minutes or so. I started with an average pace of 11'14/km, and I just got my fastest pace earlier with 8'18''/km.

I haven't finished reading any book and February's almost done. I'm starting to get scared I won't reach my reading goal again this year.

I'm still undergoing physical therapy, though not as frequent as before. Now, I only have sessions once every other week.

Mel, JK, Annie, and I reported to the office last Thursday. Annie brought us their family's signature tikoy-turon.

There's a steady progress at work in the past two weeks. Compared to last December, I'm getting more tasks now.

Gerald and I didn't go on a date last Valentine's, but I did sing to him until we're both very sleepy.

We've been trying to have another e-numan session—with my friends Monica and Trish. It's just... we still can't find the right time to do so.

I've been also trying to schedule a date with the other former editors-in-chief of my college newspaper. Also unsuccessful, as of this writing.

Speaking of being an editor-in-chief, I kinda want to write some deep opinion writing some time—like those I did back in my campus journalist days. And I also plan on resuming my caricature project. I had a very small progress this year with the one next in line, but it's still far from done.

I'm thinking about organizing my blog. I mean... just adding tags on the past posts so that readers can have easy access on related blog posts. I don't have the habit of adding tags—not unless I do so intentionally. Then I would have a post I'd pin on the top of my blog as an introduction. I'd also create avatars and write short backgrounds for the most common people I mention on this blog.

I think... That's it for now.

#My Life

[apopcornkernel]

i love (hate) that my subculture of chinese culture (filipino hokkien) isn't as well known and that i cant rely on it when writing most chinese characters. like i cant even use achi or ahia or shobe or whatever, it has to be jiejie or gege or meimei. cant call someone ako or gwama or siensi, it has to be gumu or waipo or laoshi. cant reference being paiseh, or tikoy, or. idk pua tiong chu. hell ive never even known how to "correctly" transcribe hokkien cause ive never been taught a writing system other than hanzi and pinyin. man

#one day ill write smth with a filipino chinese character but for now u will have to put up with my whining #poppy speaks #filchiposting

[wendellcapili]

With Tikoy Aguiluz (1947-2024) at the Art Circle Café in UP Diliman (13 June 2022). I met Tikoy through Humanities Professor Virginia R. Moreno, who founded the UP Film Center in 1976. But it was during the time he organized the annual Cinemanila Film Festival (1999-2013) that we became close. It was then that I learned we both trace our roots in Lubao, Pampanga and that his father and my paternal grandfather were good friends since the 1920s.

Over the years, Tikoy asked me to judge Cinemanila's screenwriting contests, help promote festival screenings, and suggest locations for his art exhibits, film shoots, and other projects. On his last visit, he sought my advice for his relatives who were planning to apply for admission to UP. He wanted tips so they may follow in the footsteps of his daughter Anima, a UP (psychology) and Columbia (journalism) alumna, to help them better prepare for the examinations. I recommended a review school but emphasized the importance of considering first the innate strengths of his nephews and nieces.

Tikoy expressed his excitement for his second solo exhibit at SM Aura on 21-31 June 2022, showcasing his oils and acrylics. He asked me to recommend a young artist from the UP College of Music to perform during the opening. I suggested Elkan Afonso R. Reyes, a UP guitar major whose performance Tikoy greatly appreciated.

We had been trying to meet for the past few months, but circumstances always seemed to get in the way - whether it was his health or traffic delays. During our last conversation, Tikoy asked me about my favorite films among his works. I mentioned "Segurista" (“Dead Sure,” 1996) as my top pick for its exceptional direction, writing (by Jose F. Lacaba), and acting, particularly praising Michelle Aldana, my former student at UP. I also expressed my admiration for "Boatman" (1984) and "Bagong Bayani" (“Unsung Heroine,” 1995), noting the depth and emotional impact of these films.

While Tikoy is renowned for his achievements as a film director, film festival organizer, and visual artist, many may not know that he was also well-read, having studied Comparative Literature at UP. He deeply appreciated Western and Philippine literature, often citing his mentors, such as Virginia R. Moreno, Francisco Arcellana, and Leopoldo Yabes.

I will truly miss Tikoy Aguiluz for his genuine kindness and the rich legacy he leaves behind in film and art.

[pinkpantherjam]

"Maayong Pasko sa akong mga gihigugma "

Christmas have always been my favorite season of the year. There's something about it that no any other season could bring me a certain excitement. I think that sometimes we use holidays as a checkpoint. Everything has an associated core memory just like how I remember the scent of roasted chicken, Bibingka, and the taste of sweet macaroni salad. Nothing would even beat the feeling of shaking the red envelope full of pennies or guessing through clues of what's inside the gift under the Christmas Tree. This Christmas is way different for me, Aside from missing Lola's Tikoy, we no longer dress up red dresses and take family pictures, three girls are no longer complete sitting on the dining table on chronological order, we no longer kneel down together and pray (we do it on our own pace reverently instead) , and most of all, Lola's no longer around.

Giving gifts for my siblings and godchildren, writing letters for people I love, and being the one to cook for them feels so nostalgic because I feel way too old now, it means I'm already on the grown up list. We're flooded with the feeling of familiarity that comes with christmas lights and pine-scented candles but we are also met with the incredible awareness that everything has changed since the last time we decorated a christmas tree. Now, you can't even see any single lights neither a standing Christmas Tree inside our home, it was a bigger house compared to our little home sweet home in Mindanao, but every corner in this big house is silent.

Maybe you've seen heartbreak this year. Maybe you've experienced some loss. Maybe you've done some healing and maybe you're still working on it, but no matter what, you've grown, and im so proud of you for all that you've made it through this year. Perhaps, it's called "Merry" because it's supposed to be happy. Nonetheless, Wether this christmas feels heavy or light, even if your heart is caught between familiarity and change.

Merry Christmas, It's alright even if everything doesn't feel merry and bright! 🤍🎄

[t1koy-roll]

Idk if you understand this but I'm taying the plunge: masarap ba ang tikoy, at anong klase ng tikoy ang masarap para sa'yo?

Hahaha I can understand this so you're good!! Hindi pako nakaka tikim nang iba pang classe ng tikoy, pero naalala ko na masarap talaga sya kung iniprito mo lol

I don't usually type in tagalog a lot, so this was fun to write

#translation: I haven't tried other types of tikoy #but i remember that it tastes good when you fry it #questions #oh yea also my inbox is a thing

[fifielady]

I love tikoy.

I love it so much I’m gonna write usuk fluff without plot for it instead of studying

#fi says nonsense #usuk fanfic idea

[mxtchalilies]

ahhh i understand, sometimes balancing between tumblr and studies pretty hard i experienced quite a lot too (freshly yesterday and maybe even today ig XD —) aw it’s alright bub, you can always start over again. perhaps you should start from looking for some inspiration?? idk why but it’s just a way i rlly love to use when i wanna do smth. (but ofc it’s only my personal preferences, everybody’s got their own way <3)

chinese new year! yea it’s coming soon and some places here in my country already started to decorate with red things :3 and oh yes teachers often say it’s only a mini task / homework but tbh esp. for students no it’s not :( still i wish u good luck!!

for me ‘m doing good! finally fin w all the things i’ve gotta do for today so ig i’ll try to just relax as much as i can — but not rlly cuz tmr’s monday and i got classes again ahsdghkl — tyvm for asking tho!

balance is a challenge and it doesn't help i either get hyperfixated for too long onto one thing that i completely forget the other or just end up spacing out and staring off to nothingness. i'm also trying to look for inspiration and contemplated on making an inspiration moodboard of sorts (or maybe print out some graphics). i also finished tokyo revengers because i've been itching to watch it; and it weirdly enough gave me more inspiration to write aha!

i'm absolutely excited for chinese new year mainly because of the food (i'm eyeing the tikoy and mochi... sweets again) but also because it's generally very enjoyable :D

pls i'm gonna manifest all the luck for the mini task arghh. it's too much (personally) for a "mini-task" especially considering we're gonna have around 2 more mini tasks after it? spare us, please.

well, you can utilize all the time you have now to rest !!! you deserve it, and i'm really proud of you for getting through the day :D !! i hope monday will treat you well, dear <3333 [if not i'm gonna scold it >:( or you can open it up somewhere? i'm free to listen if you want too! :D]

#⛩️៹ %.・letters #tobibam.🏮₊˚.༄

[huminahon]

Ang aga bumili ng tikoy ni mama kaya eto nagluto ako ng konti (good for 2 persons) tapos nagyaya kapatid ko magkape, edi G. And I'm trying to write something. These past few days may mga lumalabas na tula sa akin, tas ang tamad ko isulat. Feeling ko nagpaparamdam na ang aking papel at panulat na humabi muli ng mga salita.

#prsnl

[ongpinned-blog]

Extremely Lost in Binondo

by Denise Anne B. Gomez

As someone from the south, I’ve only ever heard of Binondo. Hopia, tikoy, siomai are the only link I could ever say I have with the streets of Ongpin, Salazar and other streets in Binondo that I could never seem to pronounce correctly on the first try. When Mr. Genaro gave us this assignment, I was perplexed. I didn’t know how to get there and more so what I could possibly write about it. The instruction was very clear: go to the place, take pictures of something you find interesting then write about it in a creative manner. I was lucky enough to go with my friends, at least then I wouldn’t be lost, I said over my head.  Or so I thought.

The fourth of March was the day my classmates and I decided to go to Binondo. We took the LRT to Carriedo station and planned to walk to Ongpin from there. Unfortunately, all four of us were bad with directions. We asked a nearby security guard on where we could locate the arch signaling the start of Chinatown, he gave us directions on how to get there, that we pretended to understand because we were all shy to ask further. We used Google maps to reach Chinatown but we walked so far away from our goal, that it didn’t really matter. I guess we walked for about thirty to forty-five minutes following the directions Google maps were stating. However, we did finally end up at Lucky Chinatown, the mall that had close proximity with Ongpin but even that, we were unaware of.

[The mall we did not pan on reaching but we were so lost that we walked so long for this disappointment.]

The group decided to take a break ranging from a few minutes to a maximum of an hour inside Lucky Chinatown. Since it was a mall, there wasn’t much to see but the usual stores with the exception of the multiple Chinese restaurants that didn’t even have English translations on their menus. I was extremely tired and I only wanted to go home but everyone insisted that we couldn’t leave empty handed. It was very frustrating but the only thing to do is to deal with it. After using the comfort rooms, calming ourselves with Coco milk tea, we took a pedicab to Ongpin. I know, this is obviously a mistake but we had no choice, we were like tourists - though I’d say that maybe tourists would do better in navigating themselves around the area compared to us, disoriented students - and we badly needed to get to Binondo before night fell.

[The arch that opens Chinatown to locals and tourist, Binondo, Manila. From an anonymous photographer. Copyright: Trip Advisor, 2014]

The driver charged us a hundred and fifty pesos for a 5-7-minute walk which we only realized when we got there. I tried to ask for a student discount but my friends wanted nothing more than to get rid of the driver that kept looking at us as if we were specimens to be examined. It irked me so much to let it go but I acknowledged that my peers’ pleading eyes were already silently begging me to not cause a scene. Reluctantly, I saw how my friends took out their wallets and gave fifty pesos each.  As of 2PM, everyone was tired and stressed about our current predicament. The silver-lining we found at that moment was that we finally reached Manila Chinatown, as seen in figure 2.

Manila Chinatown is a great place for sightseeing, shopping of charms and Chinese delicacies and overall just for observing and understanding the culture of the Chinese Filipinos or Chinoys based in Manila. It is a feast for the eyes and more so a pleasure for those who wish to indulge in the wonders of China in the Philippines. As we started our venture in small local outlets, we saw the traditional items the Chinese were known for: ampou, keychains, buddha miniatures, bracelets that have their corresponding charms and etc. It was very familiar but it wasn’t spectacular enough to be the topic of our travel essays.

  Eventually, the group got hungry, so we found a restaurant to dine in. Honestly, we did not care where and what we ate, we were all exhausted, starving and annoyed about the events that led up to this moment. We found a medium-sized eatery named Chuan Kee, located beside the Binondo Church. They had delicious dumplings, wanton mami, chop suey, and other mouth-watering delicacies. Their menu was a bit pricey but it made sense since its geography was beside the church.

[The inside of Chuan Kee eatery. Photographed by Jaz, Eric Food Blog. Copyright Eric Jaz, 2017]

As a conclusion, would I recommend going to Binondo? No, not if you don’t know where to go and don’t know anybody to show you around. It’s a big place so of course, you need to be knowledgeable about the geography. It wasn’t all bad but if I was given the chance to go back with a clear itinerary and a guide to tour then maybe I’d reconsider. It’s a big maybe, honestly.

#english #binondo #travelogue #malas talaga namin #tanginang pedicab driver na yan

[minnielovedo]

Page 27, Chapter 1 of Book 2017

Friday! Pero no to TGIF! Busy sa research. Binondo on the go ang peg. Sana may mahanap kame na underwriters. Kasi insurance is life! Nakakainis na nakakachallenge. Maaga na naman ako kumilos. Nagayos at pumunta sa school. Hindi ko talaga akalain na ganito lilipas yung Banking Week, yung supposed to be pahinga naging struggle. Dapat nagrereview ako diba? Pero eto nakakaloka talaga!

Since kasama ko sina Bes at Bimby together with others, naenjoy naman namin ang quest. Although sobrang polusyon na naman ang tinamasa ng katawan ko. Kaloka na ganito namin sasalubungin ang chinese new year! Umasa kami na may free tikoy man lang somewhere here in Binondo pero life is hard at times. Wala nang free ngayon! So hayun tawanan lang din at photoshoot twing may makikitang nice view. Tapos tiwala at positive outlook na lang at makakasurvive din kami sa insurance! Overall may na accomplish naman kami pero need pa ng konting strive para maging safe kami sa reporting.

Heto na naman ako! Mag-isa sa youth service ng Wildsons pero okay lang! Naenjoy ko naman kahit ako lang eh. Tapos feelingera talaga ako. Appealing naman kasi yung gitarista! Kamukha kasi ni Carlo Aquino na mejo Paulo Avelino! Oh diba! Kaloka, di ko naman sya crush pero namamalayan ko na lang yung sarili ko nakatitig sa kanya hahahahaah. Pero hindi ako umaattend just to see him, perks lang talaga sya. Nag enjoy ako sa service! Nag improve din ang notes ko. From now ob I’ll be more into writing notes. Para naman mini devotion na din.

Pag-uwi ko ng bahay ginawa ko na talaga lahat ng dapat unahin syempre sarili diba! All is set na. Bed is life naman at syempre wifi. Pero siguro last ko na din dapat ito na mababad sa internet at SNS nakakaloka na eh. Feeling ko mas nasstress ako. Nakakapagod yung araw ko pero heto inabot pa ako ng midnight! New year na sa China! Hahahaha may fireworks akong naririnig sa labas pero nagstay na lang ako sa loob. Nung una curious ako, pero aanhin ko naman yung magandang fireworks kung panandalian lang naman. Masayang lang yung effort ko. Wow HUGOT! 🤔

That’s all tutulog nako! Dami daldal eh! #inumagananaman!

#my2017

[tikoy]

Kinktober 2022 Day 1

Knifeplay

Series: FGO

Henry Jekyll and Mr. Hyde x unnamed gender neutral master

Warnings: Knifeplay, blood, marking, sexual content

Rating: Explicit/MA

The blade pressed against your warm flesh, its touch feather-light as it traced its way to your collarbones. When it stopped, you looked up at his face. A shadow had fallen over his face, you couldn’t see the color of his eyes. He’d been gentle with the knife and hadn’t drawn any blood, yet his grip on your hip was a touch too tight. He smiled and leaned in close to your ear

“Scared yet?”

----

“Master,” Jekyll whined, “this is a really bad idea.”

You hummed and held fast to his hands as he tried to pull away. A familiar furrow appeared between his brows and the corners of his mouth dipped low. He glanced off to the side, eyeing the door.

“Well I think this is a great idea,” you countered. “You need a mana transfer, and this gives us the excuse to be more physically affectionate.” 

He flushed. His worried green eyes met yours again. He looked pale and terribly in need of more mana but he stood firm.

“I- He- I- We might hurt you.” His grip tightened as he sighed. “And that is the last thing I want. I’d rather lose my spirit origin than-”

“Shh. Shh. None of that,” you interrupted. “If you worry about me, I’m allowed to worry about you too. Both of you.”

You stood on your tiptoes and kissed his furrowed brow until it relaxed. His eyes fluttered shut, seemingly savoring your touch. You planted a few more kisses on his temple before settling back down. He pulled your hands to his lips.

"Know that I love you. That I adore you," he said as he kissed the backs of your hands. "Let me keep you safe by staying away from you."

Your hurt must have flashed across your face for he fervently pressed more kisses on your hands. You swore you felt a hint of teeth and tongue in between. His hot breath tickled. You knew that he wanted this too. He just needed a little push. Or two.

"Don’t you want me, Jekyll?” you pouted. 

You stepped closer till you felt his warm breath against your face. He looked at you warily. You grinned and pressed a few kisses against his jaw. You heard a sharp inhale, but felt him press back.

“Because I really want you, Jekyll. I want you bad.”

He whined, a high keening noise that sent shivers down your back. You heard him swallow and take several shaky breaths. You shushed him and kissed him more, deliberately teasing at the edges of his lips.

“Master,” he gasped, “every time you touch me, the restraints I have inside of me crumble.”

He grabbed hold of your face and smashed your lips together. His lips moved fervently against yours. He nipped at your bottom lip till it stung. You groaned and bit him back. 

Abruptly, he pulled back. He leaned his forehead against yours, his skin fevered. His eyes were closed. He panted as if he’d been running for miles. Your own lips tingled and throbbed. 

“I want you so badly that it hurts. I want you so badly that it feels like I’m being burned alive.” His eyes blinked open, his pupils blown so wide with want that you could hardly tell if they were green or red. “Your touch burns too... but it burns me so good.”

You licked at your sore lips. His dark eyes followed the movement. He bit at his own lips. His hand drifted down and pressed at the column of your throat. 

“You win, Master.”

He pulled you plush against him. His tongue plunged into your mouth and devoured you like a man starved. Your teeth clacked against his as he moved, but he seemed to pay it no mind. His hand on your throat kept you steady as his other slipped down and traced down your body. He tugged at your clothes, impatiently opening the buckles to reveal the flesh underneath. 

Your own hands tangled themselves in his hair. You ran your nails against his scalp, making him groan against you. You hummed happily against him, happy to let him dictate the pace. 

RIP

You pushed him off. The front of your mystic code had been sliced open, exposing your white undershirt. The man in front of you brandished his trusty dagger, not an ounce of remorse to be found in his expression. His mouth was pressed into a frown, but his dark red eyes seemed to drink in the newly revealed flesh.

“HYDE!” you said. “How are we going to explain this to Da Vinci? This was brand new!”

He shrugged. “Well it’ ain’t no good if that’s all it took to fall apart. I- I’m so sorry Master! But it does seem flimsier than- Now let’s get you out of those clothes!”

“Wait!” You stepped away from him as he approached you with the knife. “Wait I’ll take them off! You don’t need to cut!”

He scoffed at your suggestion. “You’ve gotta realize I’ve got kinkier tastes than that! Right Jekyll? I- uh. Now mosey on over here and let me free you from those rags.”

You rolled your eyes at him but walked on closer anyway. You closed your eyes and waited for him to start cutting.

And waited. 

And waited.

You cracked an eye open and saw kind green eyes gazing down at you. You relaxed. He still had the dagger out, but his expression was gentler, more patient than earlier. He held the dagger to you, motioning for you to take it. Confused, you took it from his grasp, cradling the blade in your trembling hands. it was heavier than you expected.

“Is this something you want too, Jekyll?”

“Yes,” he bit out. “I-if you’re not up for this, we can always stop. We can just stick to kissing.”

“No. I mean, I’m okay with this. I think.” You bit at your lip. “Just... just take it slow okay?”

It was really unfair when he smiled like that. It made you feel like you could offer everything you had to him with no complaints. It made you feel weak in your knees. You handed him the knife back.

The blade pressed against your warm flesh, its touch feather-light as it traced its way to your collarbones. When it stopped, you looked up at his face. A shadow had fallen over his face, you couldn’t see the color of his eyes. He’d been gentle with the knife and hadn’t drawn any blood, yet his grip on your hip was a touch too tight. He smiled and leaned in close to your ear

“Scared yet?”

“N-no. Keep going.”

Was this Jekyll or was it Hyde? A quiet voice in the back of your head asked, did it really matter? You trusted them both with your life. You felt the blade nick lightly at your skin but no blood spilled. Only pinpricks of pain appeared. It traced down and slowly sliced at your shirt. It was sharp, sharp sharp. He barely applied any pressure but the cloth easily came apart. 

He kept going until your chest was exposed. He drew circles around your nipples. The contrast between the feather-light touch and the razor sharp blade circling around such as sensitive part of your body was exquisite. He pressed slightly harder against the skin, bringing about the slightest hint of pain. It made you gasp as you struggled to stay still.

“This is probably where your heart is,” you heard him murmur. “Just look at how fast it’s thrumming. Are you sure you’re not scared yet, Master? Your heart’s beating awful fast.”

“I can still take it.”

You heard him laugh before your back hit the bed. He pinned your arms down with his free hand while the other used the knife to cut your shirt away completely. He rutted his lower half against you, letting you feel his hardness. You felt your core clench and weep. You squirmed, willing him to get your clothes off faster.

“Hyde,” you whined. “Please.”

“What’s this? What’s this? You’re actually begging for me?” He laughed and placed the bladepoint to where your underwear peeked out of your pants. “You should know better than that, Master!” He leaned in close. “Beg properly.”

“Please, take my clothes off and fuck me, Jekyll,” you whined. 

“Oh dear. I’m being rather mean however. Are you sure I’m really Jekyll?” he crooned, pressing a kiss to your temple. “I could just be Hyde, pretending to be gentle.”

“‘s true. Or I could just be big old proper Dr. Jekyll, trying his best to be mean.” He pressed the butt of the dagger against your opening. You hissed and glared at him, but he merely stuck out his tongue. 

“’course both of us do want to get into this moist little hole of yours, so whoever you call out, you’re not gonna be wrong!”

You groaned and squirmed. The handle provided enough pressure to turn you on, but Hyde was stubbornly keeping it still. He still kept your arms in place so all you could do was wriggle in frustration. 

He clicked his tongue in frustration before pulling the handle away. He pressed the blade firmly against your left pant leg, slicing it open and nicking the flesh underneath. You whimpered as the faint scent of copper rose.

“Careful there, Master. Not that good at being gentle. Who knows what else I might cut if you keep moving,” he taunted.

You hesitantly kept still as he cut away the right pant leg, taking care to not cut the flesh this time. Every time he pressed just a tiny bit harder, shivers ran down your spine. Each time you thought he’d actually cut you again, he’d pull away and trace light patterns somewhere else, leaving just that hint of pain behind. It was terrifying. It was thrilling. 

Finally, he drew his blade against the seam of your pants. cutting away the thick fabric and leaving only your sodden underwear behind. He barked out a laugh and pressed firmly against your opening. 

“Look how absolutely drenched you are! Did you just cum? Did you cum from me slicing you up?”

You frowned at him. “Unfortunately, no. Not yet.”

“Hmm. How very mean of Hyde,” he crooned, as he swept your underwear aside. “Not letting our adorable little Master cum.”

He gathered your slick and slowly, painstakingly slipped a finger into your opening. He did it gently and carefully, making your agony worse. He pressed against your walls firmly before slowly pulling out. 

You gave a low whine as he pulled out, only to be gently shushed. Two fingers slowly entered you, spreading you out. His fingers rubbed insistently at your walls, as if searching for something. Suddenly, you saw sparks.

“Ah. Feeling good Master?”

He continued to rub at that spongy, rough mass. You gasped and writhed. Pleasure flooded your veins, making you dazed. You struggled against his hold, but he only smiled at you sweetly. He continued to smile at you as he worked you up with his fingers. 

Suddenly the pressure on your arms loosened and disappeared. You watched as he transferred the dagger to the hand that wasn’t knuckle-deep inside you. Carefully, slowly, gently, he brought the knife above your sternum. Even through the haze of your pleasure, you felt worry well up inside you. 

“Jekyll?”

“Hmm? Oh, don’t worry too much about this Master,” he said. He pressed the blade point slightly against your skin, bringing the slightest edge of pain. “Just focus on cumming.”

“Wh-”

He started pumping his fingers in faster and faster. The base of your spine began to grow white-hot as pleasure started to pool in your belly. Tears trailed from your eyes as the pleasure crested. You gripped your sheets, trying not to writhe as you felt yourself come apart. You burned from the delicious friction.

As your pleasure peaked, white-hot pain burned in your chest. He was digging the blade against your skin. You shrieked, both from the pleasure and the pain, helpless in the wake of both. In your dazed state you could hardly tell if it was Jekyll or Hyde. Whoever it was, the last thing you saw was his wide grin before everything faded to black. 

“One day, I’ll teach you to embrace both pain and pleasure.”

When you next opened your eyes, all that was left was a dull sting on your chest and an ache in your lower back. You’d been settled on pillows, and there was a gauze bandage on your chest. By your bedside, Jekyll (or Hyde?) had fallen asleep. As you stirred, he awoke and immediately started to fuss over you.

“I am deeply sorry for pushing you too far, Master. How are you feeling? Do your wounds still hurt? Are you feeling light-headed?”

“I’m fine” you croaked, your throat still much too raspy and dry. “How are you? Did you get enough mana?”

For a brief moment, his eyes flickered to red and he smirked. The next moment, a worried expression took over and he handed you a mug from the bedside table. You took the mug and drank the lukewarm tea.

He took your free hand and pressed a lingering kiss on your pulse. Dark green eyes met yours, still burning with want.

“Oh yes. I got plenty of mana, my dear.” He pressed another kiss on your palm. “I hope you let me indulge some more in the near future.”

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Hi. I’m back?

#kinktober 2022 #kinktober 2022 day 1 #henry jekyll x reader #hyde x reader #fgo x reader #fate grand order x reader #tikoy writes #yes I remade this post since I forgot about community labels being a thing now #anyway yes hi I am back and hornii #hopefully I don't burn out this time around #non sfw

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Of Spells and Crystals: A Continuing Journey Part 1

Feng Shui So, once again, I have struggled, maybe because I was slacking, or perhaps because of the prevalent anxieties that demotivate me. These anxieties started this year, and while I am only a partial believer of Feng Shui, maybe it was my state of mind that kinda' made me believe that according to Feng shui, those under the year of the Dragon will have a difficult time this year. The Dragon and the Dog are the complete opposites and are fiery with each other. Ridiculous right? I have Dragon friends who are having the time of their lives. Anyway, my point is, in June, I was reverted back to using charms. I somehow subscribe to the practice; I buy charms and eat tikoy every Chinese new year since 2010, except for this year. Oddly, all those feng shui kiosks are very open and expose the buyers, and I was embarrassed to be seen by some people. The usual not-so-exposing feng shui store I go to closed last December after the mall it was in got burned down. Now I thought that it's quite too late for me to acquire Feng Shui charms as their online descriptions always say "Use at the start of the year," but I promise I won't miss out next year. Now, instead of doing Feng Shui, I thought about crystals, spells, Magick, and Wicca. My Little Wiccan Experience

Me and my friends Dia and Liz, together with the congenial interns/assistants at the Ace of Cups Witch Caf A friend and I tried out Wicca in 2014, and truth be told, I choose to believe in it. My priority during that time was money, and hers was love life, and the universe gave us an abundance of it after we performed several magickal spells. In 2015, when I was in Bangkok, my friends and I visited the Wiccan cafe, Ace of Cups. We were exhausted before going there because we got lost and we walked for more than an hour. However, I kid you not, upon entering the cafe, our vibrations went high. We were greeted amicably by the cafe assistants, there were cute cats that filled the void of my cat whom I left for a week and the witch's altar that was very invigorating. The cafes had crystals everywhere. The food we ordered was also very delicious. According to the assistants, the food was infused with herbs that can give good vibes. Before leaving, one of the coffee assistants led us to a little meditation or prayer in front of the altar. I also saw several crystals for sale, which I regret not buying. Visiting that cafe was an enjoyable experience for us. It was one of our favorites during our trip, even though the owner who was the witch wasn't there when we came. I also regret not blogging about it, but I can't wait to go back and do so right after. Crystals Mini Haul Sorry about this article being mixed up, but I wanted to show how I am before and after having bought some crystals from this website and shop that I highly recommend (after searching the internet for legitimate crystals). Behold Biyaya ni Bathala! Biyaya ni Bathala Blessing Gift Shop is the official shop of The Daily Aah (the official site of Ishilta, who offers several services like Reiki healing, Space clearing, Well-being coaching, to name a few). Biyaya ni Bathala has several handmade pieces of jewelry and legitimate stones to offer. They also have smudge sticks and several books on well-being. They offer the cheapest legit crystals in the Philippine market, and as of this writing, they're on sale, with each crystal priced as low as 80PHP from its original price of 240PHP. Each crystal was packed in a reusable plastic together with a paper of its description. I'll start off with this item that sparked my curiosity the most, upon visiting their website the first time: the Cosmic Healing Disc, based on Sacred Geometry. I've read quite a few notes on Sacred Geometry and found out that it's called sacred because it is based on nature, so if we use it, we get to be in tune more with nature and with ourselves. A lot of architecture and successful musical pieces in history are also based on it. The underrated scientist, Nikola Tesla used it in all of his works and in his daily life.

Cosmic Healing Disc At first, I thought it was a music CD with meditation music in it, but when I read through the description, it was a healing disc that has several uses. You can use it as a coaster to enhance the therapeutic properties of water and fruit drinks, some buyers also put it on their back to heal back pain (according to their reviews, it works), and some put in inside their wallet for abundance. As for me, I plan to use this to energize the crystals I bought and the charms I have owned that can still be reused. Now let's move on to the stones/crystals. According to the experts, the crystals speak to you and choose you. They also said that if you buy crystals online, the pictures have energy. Of course, that was quite confusing for me, so I only read the description of each crystal to see which one can help me. When I first opened the box, the Blue Apatite was the one that gave me great vibes. For the cynics out there, I agree with you that maybe it gave off more energy to me because of its color and its uniqueness, compared to the other crystals I chose.

Blue Apatite (Raw)

Blue Apatite's properties: -gives inspiration -good for manifestations of wishes -promotes a humanitarian and service-oriented attitude -eases sorrow, apathy, and anger -cleanses the aura -helps develop our psychic gifts -deepens meditation -helps overcome emotional exhaustion -points out karmic roots for physical imbalances and medical conditions

The second stone is Garnet. Again, I chose the stones based on each of their descriptions on the BnB's website. Truth be told, most of the stones are very well-rounded and have similar properties, but I bought this stone because it helps invigorate a loving relationship, and helps in the survival instinct in times of adversity (which I really need after thinking of death again). It was the only stone available on the site that highlights that healing property.

Garnet (Raw)

Garnet's properties: -grounding and energizing-helps in connecting in your physical body -helps find joy in the physical world -stone in attracting love or strengthens a current love relationship -activates and strengthens the survival instinct during times of trouble

The third stone I chose is Unakite. I chose this as it helps in getting rid of bad habits and also gets rid of toxicity in one's life.

Unakite

Unakite's properties: -facilitates the gradual elimination of bad habits -helps in unearthing and releasing emotional wounds -supports the purging of toxic energies -balances emotions with spirituality -grounding -supports recovery from a major illness -promotes visualization and psychic vision

The fourth stone is the Golden Tiger Eye. I've been eyeing this stone for a while because it assists in accomplishing goals and manifesting our dreams, helps one overcome discouragement which I greatly felt before, and it also acts as a talisman against curses. It's also best for those people who are starting meditation as it helps you find your center.

Golden Tiger Eye

Golden Tiger Eye's properties: -stone of balance -stone of vitality, practicality, and physical action -helps in mental clarity -grounding, calming and centering -aids in recognizing inner sources such as talents and abilities -balances the yin and the yang -traditionally carried as a talisman against ill-wishing and curses

The last stone is the Clear Quartz. If you only want to have one big crystal/stone or if you have only a budget for one, then I suggest this be your choice. It's the most all-around stone in the Mineral Realm. I bought this because it's a basic one and I think it's perfect if I add it first in my collection. I love looking at it and touching it. I don't know if it's just the shadows or my imagination, but I can feel the light and energy that radiates with this stone.

Clear Quartz

Clear Quartz's properties: -exhibits the quality of piezoelectricity -most versatile stone -amplifies, focuses, and stores energy -can be programmed for any purpose (healing, love, abundance, etc.) -a stone of light

Before my package from them arrived, this is not a joke, I was anxious, demotivated, hopeless, and even thought of death again (my 3rd this year), but then again, truth be told, these crystals helped me. The moment I opened the stones (they were wrapped in a bubble wrap), I unexpectedly smiled. Of course, it's a fact that I've been eyeing crystals for a while and who wouldn't be happy if one were in my situation (it's just like having a shopping spree), but I beg to differ that these stones really made an impact. I immediately used them when I meditated, and a day after, I was energized and acted on doing the tasks on my web business, and also in doing a review of my little haul. I have not used all the stones because I followed what the experts said that the stone chooses you, and when I opened the package, the Clear Quartz and the Blue Apatite spoke to me first. However, since the other three stones and the Cosmic Healing Disc are also with me, I guess they also worked wonders for me. I'll update you on their impact. I'll also try more spells and work with them when I'm meditating. I'm also learning how to make a grid and an altar out of my collection, especially when I expand it further. Stay tuned. 😊

#New age #Healing crystals #wicca #magick #clear quartz #reiki #crystal healing #jade #unakite #blue apatite #tiger eye #golden tiger's eye #garnet #newage #thoughts #reviews #lifestyle #personal

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Concepcion - Limquiaco

February 25,2017 – Saturday at OLPS Tawid-tawid Extension School. The HUMSS – A class prepared a program consisting of each of the three group’s storytelling with fun games for everyone in between, namely: “Tabo”,”True Paradise” and “Mga katakot-takot na Sakuna: Paano nagsimula at kung paano sila mapupuksa”. Everyone’s pumped-up to think it’s just a start of a worthwhile day.

Grade 4 pupils were assigned to the class. These pupils were evenly distributed according to pairs who already selected their “alaga” for the day earlier during the program. It was Dane Layugan who Limquiaco and I selected. She lives along Blk 1, quite far from the school. Dane is timid and reserved but whenever Limquiaco and I make conversations with her, she still exchanges her thoughts and experiences. Her father is strict, Dane told me. So my immediate notion is we are quite not welcomed there. Their house, as it appears, is completely fine compared to the environment where it belongs. They have comfortable setting inside enough to make me and my partner feel at home.

Immediately we prepared for lunch, I for cooking the rice and Limquiaco for cooking Tinola. The bad news is I left our raw chicken to someone’s cooler. We had no choice but to meet up with Simeon, who happened to be in Blk 6. I promised Vince (Dane’s brother) and Jeff (Dane’s cousin) to return quickly as possible. We walked under the intense heat of the sun, Ate Delfa was welcoming and composed as ever just as she is when we met her earlier. It was like a friendly talk with her so I and Limquiaco were free to talk about random things like her past relationships before marrying kuya Victor (her husband), past occupation and family tradition/origin. Every moment is casual and that makes us all comfortable to talk about personal matters.

Thanks to Simeon and we were able to cook lunch not too late. When the Tinola’s done, I saw Vince and Jeff behind us peeking eagerly their noses up. We even forgot to bring malunggay luckily Ate Delfa planted two which we can use. Little in amount but it was enough to fill our hungry stomachs. Limquiaco’s Tinola did not disappoint us, the kids quickly get their own dishes while Ate Delfa help us prep the table. We joined together for a prayer and immediately after saying amen the kids grabbed for large servings of rice. Good to hear positive feedbacks from Ate Delfa herself and especially Vince who had his mouth full. After eating lunch, I washed the dishes, as usual Ate Delfa assisted me all the way. We had talked about the kids’ school performance, Dane belongs to the top of her class while Vince is an achiever as well, he draws well too. Jeff on the other hand, was teased because he still can’t read and write. Ate Delfa said, Jeff always stay outside she doesn’t even know if he still goes home. I heard Jeff’s mother doesn’t give enough time for him that’s why that day Jeff stays with them. I had time to talk with the two boys on my own during their playtime while Limquiaco joined Dane in playing. They only have old toys to play but looking at their animated gestures in handling these old ones didn’t matter with the company we had. We even had time to sleep for one and a half hour. I was the one who told them such and I’m surprised how disciplined they were to set-up our bed. Jeff on the other hand, went away to play and promised to return at 3 o’clock, our merienda time. I cooked turon na tikoy, happy I was to hear them say it’s delicious. Kuya Victor joined us this time and led us all to prayer. Few minutes were left that afternoon, we decided to go visit Dane’s friend, Marilyn who happened to be next to their neighborhood. We spent our remaining time having fun and telling some stories. Before we left to go back to school, we had ourselves pose for a photo for remembrance. When we returned, we shared experiences we had for the day.

It was a simple but memorable day. The Layugan family had given us more than what we had given them. It was the learnings and values which helped us realized there’s more to lack of cellphones, laptops etc. We saw they had everything they wanted apart from the things they share – family and  love.

 Prepared by:

 Patrick Concepcion & Andrea Limquiaco, HUMSS – A

#concepcion #limquiaco #olpsucsp #nar

[tikoy]

Kinktober 2020 Day 14

Day 14: Facesitting

Series: FGO

Archer Gilgamesh x  unnamed female master

Warnings: None

Rating: Explicit

The king is bored. He offers you the second-best seat in the base. Who are you to refuse?

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“Hush,” murmured Gilgamesh. “Don’t struggle overmuch.”

Warm hands pulled me plush against his body and into his lap. He pressed kisses along my neck as he pulled away my clothes. His warm mouth sucked and bit at a fading bruise, his favorite spot. I hissed and shuddered, gripping his shoulders for support. His clothes had long disappeared. The press of his warm skin against mine made me blissful, content. I ran my fingers down, tracing along his tattoos with my nails. I rubbed along his abdomen appreciatively, before sliding even further downwards. His breath hitched as soon as I reached the tuft of pubic hair. I felt his growl rumble in his chest as I wrapped my fingers around his cock. It twitched in my grip as I stroked. After a few moments, he grabbed hold of my wrist and pulled me away.

“You didn’t like it?” I asked, slightly breathless from surprise.

He shook his head. “I want to drink your wine first.”

I squeaked. Warmth flared under my skin and my ears buzzed. “D-Do you really have to call it that? It sounds weird…”

He clicked his tongue as he lay down, pulling me along with him. His hands settled at the flare of my hips and coaxed me forward. “What would you have me call it then? Your essence? Your prana?” He scoffed. “Unimaginative! Boring! Are those the types of address you want, Master?”

I pouted down at him as I knelt, placing my thighs on either side of his arrogant head. “Well, they sound a lot better than ‘wine.’” My breath hitched as his fingers stroked along my thighs, climbing up towards my core. He spread my lower lips and gave a cursory lick. I jolted.

“Perhaps you’d like more vulgar ones then?” he continued. “Are those more to your taste? Something akin to, ‘lavishing you with my tongue until your pleasure overflows and fills my mouth?’ Stoking your little nectar pot?.”

I mentally groaned. King of Heroes he may be, but his dirty talk needed work. “… Please just eat me out already, my king.”

Another click of his tongue but he acquiesced. He pulled me down and left butterfly kisses along my inner thighs. He licked at my lower lips as he watched my reaction. His tongue rubbed insistently against me, sending trickles of pleasure. Even in his zeal however, he kept avoiding the little nub of pleasure at the top. I sighed and shivered, taking the small mercies he granted. His tongue soon slipped inside, lapping at my walls and drinking in the building moisture. His face grew flushed. His red eyes alight with mischief. I bit my lip, holding back my cries. I may have been the one at top, but he was the one fully in control.

He kept his eyes firmly on mine as his tongue thrust in. The pace grew faster, pulling my moans out. Ever so often, he’d give little nips. The tiny pinpricks of pain colored the pleasure, making the sensations after it bloom brighter. At this point I didn’t bother holding back my moans. A particularly harsh bite made me buck. Horrified, I stammered my apologies and rose. A squeeze on my hip prevented me from getting too far however.

Gil looked drunk. His cheeks were ruddy. His eyes blazed. His mouth spread open in a toothy grin. His wicked red tongue swept across his lips, as if savoring the taste that lingered there.

“Fuck yourself on my tongue…” he ordered, voice dripping with lust, “I permit it.”

He pulled me back until I practically sat on his face. He started eating me out in earnest; suckling, biting, and laving. I rolled my hips, gasping as his tongue probed even deeper. I felt my slick grow as I rubbed. The lewd sounds and my scent hung heavy in the air. I felt heady, unsteady in my arousal. I ran a hand through his hair, trying to ground myself as the pleasure rose. His thumb pressed against my clit. A shockwave of pleasure hit. I hissed and squirmed, but he kept a steady hold of me. He rubbed tight little circles. I wailed his name, begging that he slow down, but he was merciless in his pursuit. My heart beat wildly in my chest. The pool in my body was full to bursting. But still, he did not relent. After what seemed an eternity of tortuous delight, he threw me off the precipice of pleasure. I screamed. He drank down my climax.

I collapsed, shaking as I fell. My whole body seemed alight, overly sensitive to everything. Warmth engulfed me and held me steady as I crashed back to earth.  As soon as I finished shaking, I pulled away enough to look at him. His cheeks were still flushed, but the his eyes no longer seemed fevered. My scent clung to him like second skin. I reached up to press a soft kiss against his lips, tasting my own arousal. I closed my eyes and pressed my forehead against his.

“…How was the wine, my king?”

His chest rumbled as he laughed. “Full-bodied and exquisite as always.”

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Sometimes you just gotta go and write brainless Gil smut to cheer yourself up after your file corrupts. 

#Kinktober 2020 #Kinktober 2020 Day 14 #Gilgamesh #FGO #Fate #Fate Grand Order #Initially wrote this kinda long version with another character but then the file corrupted last night #I got annoyed and just slept so apologies for the delay #tikoy writes #non SFW #Sorry this is much shorter than the usual

[tikoy]

Kinktober Day 17

Day 17:

Series: FGO

Diarmuid ua Duibne x unnamed female master

First person POV

Warnings: Sex

Rating: Explicit

On a Rayshift, Diarmuid gets injured so he reluctantly asks you for a mana transfer.

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Rain poured heavily all through the night. Winds howled against the walls, sending occasional groans and rattles all through the dilapidated building. I twisted and turned, trying in vain to fall asleep. My body was exhausted, but my mind kept racing. It had been hours since I’d turned in, but I’d just lain awake, staring at the cracks in the ceiling. Thoughts of the earlier battle kept running through my head. Flashes of brightly emblazoned fur, enormous tusks, and glowing eyes seemed burned on the backs of my eyelids. I could still smell the fetid breath of the demon boar as it charged. We’d managed to scrape by, but my servants paid the price. I bit my lip.

Injuries were expected. This wasn’t the first time I’d seen blood spilled, and it probably wouldn’t be the last. But it had been months since my servants had gotten more than bruises or scrapes. We’d been doing so well. Guilt still sat heavy in my gut even after I’d patched them up as best I could. I’d hesitated for a second, and that was all it took. A second of indecision and paralysis that everyone else had been punished for. I turned and pressed my face into the pillow. It was pointless and counter-productive, but I’d wished that I’d gotten injured as well, to help lessen the guilt.

After a few more minutes of wallowing in guilt, I gave up and got out of bed. I made my way to the makeshift kitchen, hoping that a drink of water would help. The wooden floorboards creaked and groaned, but the storm outside was much louder. I felt my way through the dimly-lit halls and stairs, hoping that I wouldn’t fall through the holes in the woodwork. I arrived unscathed, but I wasn’t alone. A familiar dark-tressed knight stood vigil, staring out towards the barred wooden doors. At the sound of my approach, he turned.

“Master, is something the matter?”

Even in the low light, he was beautiful. His cheekbones were sharp, and his jaw strongly defined. His amber eyes sparkled in what little light it caught. For a moment, I stood transfixed, my purpose forgotten. A flash of lightning snapped me back to my senses. I cleared my throat and gave a sheepish smile.

“I couldn’t sleep. I was hoping that a drink of water would help.”

“Ah, then let me-“

“No! It’s fine, it’s fine. You’re still standing guard. I can do it myself,” I insisted, walking towards the sink before he could move.

As I held a relatively clean glass under the faucet, I glanced at him from the corner of my eye. He’d turned back towards the door, his two spears at the ready. There was a certain stiffness to his shoulders, and his grip seemed too harsh. A tension had hung between us ever since I’d given him chocolates earlier this year. It wasn’t as if it affected his ability or the dynamics between us during battle, but outside of combat we could hardly speak to one another. I always got tongue-tied whenever I addressed him, blundering through even the most mundane of small talk. He’d reply politely and calmly, making my awkwardness even more glaringly obvious. No matter how politely he replied however, I always got the sense that he was trying to pull away. It hurt, and I didn’t even have the right to be hurt.

Regret and guilt were a horrible combination in my gut. The valentine chocolates had seemed a great idea at the time. But all I got from that momentary glee was self-inflicted disappointment. I’d found myself turning towards him more frequently, and a flutter in my chest whenever I heard his voice. It was embarrassing. I was a grown woman. A crush shouldn’t affect me to this degree! Especially considering what I’d been tasked with doing. To be distracted by such trite matters was unthinkable. Unforgivable.

“Master, your cup overflows.”

I flinched, jerked back to reality by the sound of his voice. Water had been running over my skin now, the cold rendering it numb. Hastily, I turned off the tap and brought the glass to my lips. I drank, doing my best not to choke under his scrutiny. He’d left his post by the door and stood next to me, staring silently. His spears had vanished. While I had no doubt that he’d still be able to effectively deal with threats anywhere within the room, it was highly uncharacteristic for him to approach. When I’d finished drinking, I turned to him, an apology already upon my lips-

“It seems you have plenty of things on your mind, Master” he stated. “May I know what troubles you?”

-only to be tongue-tied once more.

“I-I… uh… the battle earlier.” I caught his split-second flinch. “I’m so sorry I hesitated and got you all injured…”

“It is a small matter. Nobody died and we managed a win. I remains a success,” he replied, waving the matter off easily as if he hadn’t gotten gored at the side earlier.

I frowned at him and stepped closer to prod at his chest. “You really shouldn’t be letting me get away with these things so easily, you know! Even if I’m the master, you’re still need to point out my mistakes so I learn from them.”

His eyes crinkled at the corners. “But it seems as if you’ve already learned your lesson however. Calling attention to your mistake again would be akin to tearing open a freshly lanced wound. It serves no purpose.”

“Don’t tell me that you don’t harbor even the least amount of resentment over it. I mean, even Cu and Hans flicked me on the forehead for it earlier.”

“You wish to be flicked on the forehead?”

“Argh! No I mean- uhh don’t you want even the teensiest bit of revenge for it?”

“I’m afraid I don’t quite understand…”

“Well, what I’m saying is that you get a free pass to do anything to me. Just this once because I messed up… I mean anything outside of outright killing or significantly injuring me!” I rambled

“Hm.”

Something flickered across his expression. He stepped closer, close enough that I felt his breath fan my face. His eyes seemed strangely intent. His hand clasped mine gently. My knees felt weak. I could hardly breathe.

A soft thud sounded in the hall, followed by a series of curses. We jumped apart, panicked. As I tried to calm my beating heart, Hans stepped out of the shadows of the hall, rubbing his head, his eyes clenched shut.

“Hans, are you okay?” I asked, doing my best to not seem flustered.

“Eh? Master, you’re awake?” he called out, squinting into the dimly-lit room. “Just had a bit of a stumble in the dark. I’m fine.”

“If you are unwell, I can keep watch for this next shift as well,” Diarmuid offered.

“Bah! Do not coddle me. I am not the type of writer that pries apart two lovers engaged in a late night tryst!”

My cheeks flared as I stammered out my denial. Diarmuid was equally as adamant, though significantly less flustered. Yet the author paid no heed to our words, merely ushering us out into the hallway. Resigned, we walked through the hall silently. Gone was the friendly air we’d managed to wrangle earlier. All we had left was our usual tense silence, now heavier with questions regarding what happened before Hans interrupted. I bit my lip. I didn’t dare hope.

We reached my door, but he didn’t depart immediately. He lingered, frowning at the ground. After a few more moments, he sighed and gave a low bow.

“I apologize for my behavior earlier. It was unbecoming of a knight.”

“I-It’s fine!” I stammered out. “I was the one who put you on the spot. It’s my fault.”

He firmly shook his head. “No. I am at fault. I shouldn’t have taken advantage of a lady’s offer t-to-“  He cleared his throat. “The fault is completely mine, I assure you, my lady.”

The title sent my heart fluttering once more. I bit my lip, doing my best to stamp down the glee of him addressing me as his. “Diarmuid,” I called out, “what were you planning to do earlier?”

He glanced to the side. “I wanted to ask for a bit of mana.”

“Ah! Um! Yes! Okay! N-no need to be ashamed of that!” I assured him. “I-I mean that’s normal!”

My hands trembled in a mix of nervousness and giddiness. It wasn’t an unusual request, but he’d never asked anything like that before. He seemed content enough with the supply that Chaldea gave. I tried to open the door, but my hands shook too much to turn the knob. As I struggled, his hands drifted towards mine and engulfed them.

“It’s not,” he muttered, keeping his gaze averted. “May we speak further of these matters inside your room?”

He held fast to my hand as we went inside my room. When the door shut, he closed his eyes and squeezed my hand.

“I… have affections for you, Master. It is unbecoming, especially since I had intended to ask mana from you.”

Glee shot through me like a firework, setting everything ablaze. My skin tingled. My chest seemed too tight, too filled with joy. I was quickly losing the battle to keep a smile from my face. It was getting difficult to form coherent thought.

“I don’t follow…” I wheezed. “W-why would that be a bad thing?”

He frowned. “My wish had only been to serve loyally and fight for a Master who wouldn’t betray me. And so far in my stay in Chaldea, I’d managed to get that. I greatly respect you, Master, and still wholeheartedly pledge my being to your cause. But-“ he broke off, biting his lip, “these feelings ruin matters.”

He let go and buried his face in his hands. “I had done my best to keep away from such matters, yet now my ruin comes by my own hand… Perhaps this is revenge for all the suffering I’d caused before.”

“Diarmuid, it’s fine. This… this doesn’t have to change things-“

He growled. His hands fell to the sides, clenched in tight fists. “It has already changed everything! I cannot stand to be alone with you. When we speak, I struggle to keep myself distant, to keep myself from pursuing the conversation further. Even now as I loathe these feelings, my arms still long to hold you.”

He sighed and leaned against a wall. Anguish colored his expression. His breathing was ragged. His eyes bore into mine, pleading for answers that I could not give. Everything was bittersweet. I slowly made my way over, careful not to startle. Ever so gently, I wrapped my arms around his frame and pulled him to a hug. I kept my hold on him until his breathing relaxed, until the tension eased from his body. I knew not how long we stayed holding each other, only that it settled a comforting warmth over my chest.

He pulled away just enough for me to see his expression. He looked much calmer now, though his mouth still dipped downward. “I apologize for my earlier behavior, Master. I am… unused to these types of feelings.”

“It’s fine, don’t worry about it too much. I… actually have something to tell you as well.” I bit my lip. “I uh… have affections for you too…”

Panic seeped into his expression. “I’m sorry. I can’t control the love spo-“

“What?! No! No! I mean, if this was entirely because of that geas, don’t you think I’d be more aggressive? And that I would have pursued you much earlier?”

He furrowed his brows, still unconvinced. Nevertheless, he dropped the matter and just continued to hold me close. He played with the ends of my hair. I traced patterns onto his back. Even through the fabric, I could feel where the bandages bunched up on his torso. Idly, I pressed a kiss against his chest in apology. He shuddered and lightly tugged at my hair.

“Do you still want that mana transfer?”

He hesitated only for a moment. “A small amount would be sufficient…”

I reached up to press a kiss against his lips. I trembled as I kissed him, leaving touches as delicate as spun sugar. There were no fireworks this time, just tiny little pinpricks of glee as our lips moved. I pulled away, breathless. His amber eyes were half-lidded. He leaned  closer and whispered a desperate “more” against my lips. I left a hundred butterfly kisses on his cheeks. When I’d run out, he cradled my chin. “More,” came the breathless plea. He slanted his mouth over mine, licking at my bottom lip until I opened my mouth. His tongue dove in, exploring every nook and cranny as if committing it to memory. When my chest burned for oxygen, he pressed his lips against my neck. “More.”

I led him to my bed as we kissed. He sat down and pulled me to his lap. I left tiny rosebuds on his collarbones. I tugged my shirt up half-way before I prompted, “More?” “More.” He helped ease off my shirt, and ran his fingers down the newly-exposed flesh. He grasped my breasts almost reverently, rubbing and squeezing as if afraid of breaking me. I sighed and arced my back, enjoying the gentle affection. Desire built up inside me. As he continued, he started to buck his hips. His arousal stood at full mast. I reached down and stroked, squeezing a drawn out groan from him. He pressed his face on my shoulder and hissed. “More?” “…More.”

I got out of his lap. I pulled at his tights until they dissolved under my touch. His arousal was flushed and curved. I knelt in between his legs and pressed a kiss against the base.

“More?” I asked, gazing up at him imploringly.

“More,” he choked.

I took as much as I could of him into my mouth. What I couldn’t fit, I stroked with my hands. I hummed around him as I sucked, drinking in his shudders and twitches. I bobbed my head faster and faster, doing my best to keep my gag reflex suppressed. He groaned out my name and grabbed my head. I glanced up to see him biting his lip fiercely, eyes grown dark with lust. His face and neck were flushed. I pulled away for a moment. “More?” “M-more…”

I pressed my breasts around his arousal and started stroking. He hissed, threw his head back, and swore. His entire body trembled. From time to time, I’d take the tip into my mouth and swirl my tongue around it. It left him keening and crying out my name. It was addicting to see him come nearly undone at my mercy. As the pace increased, so too did the volume of his cries. His hips started bucking faster. His body trembled and tensed. He gripped my hair tighter. He came in bursts, coating my face and breasts with his cum. He leaned down as he recovered, as if watching for my reaction. He wiped away as much he could from my face, doing his best even as he trembled.

“Are you alright, Master? Do you require assistance?”

“I’m fine. Just give me a minute,” I wheezed.

I climbed back onto the bed and lay down beside him. Our hands  were clasped as we both tried to recover our breath. I closed my eyes. Exhaustion hit and it was slowly dragging me down to sleep. I twitched and struggled, fighting back to stay awake. I felt Diarmuid shift beside me. Soft lips pressed against mine in a chaste kiss.

“Going to sleep?” he asked.

I shook my head. “N-no. I’m… I’m just resting my eyes…”

“More?”

“M-more…”

I felt him tug my shorts and underwear off. My legs were nudged apart. A few kisses and nips were planted along my inner thighs. A warm mouth descended on my core. I jerked and opened my eyes. He watched me as he ate me out. His tongue lapped at me eagerly, occasionally brushing against my clit. I hissed and bucked, but his hands kept me firmly in place. He pulled his mouth away soon after, and replaced it with his fingers. He slowly eased one finger in, eagerly drinking in my reactions as I squirmed.

“You look so beautiful, Master,” he crooned. “It’s just one finger but you’re reacting so much.”

I bit my lip to keep my voice back but he started thrusting the finger in even faster. I hissed and kicked at his shoulder as he increased the pace. After a few minutes, he added in a second finger. He began to spread them apart and rub more firmly against my walls. After he stroked a particular spot, I tensed and bucked into the air. A big spark of pleasure ran through me, leaving me breathless. He started rubbing more insistently at that spot. I shuddered as the sparks slowly built a raging flame.

“My lovely debauched Master! Moaning out my name while I pleasure you…  making such delightful little noises with that pretty voice of yours…”

I clenched tighter around his fingers. To hear the usually polite knight flatter me in such a bawdy way gave me a heady rush. I whimpered as he took his fingers out and gave a cursory lick, tasting my essence. As he continued to pleasure me, his other hand stroked his growing arousal. At regular intervals, he kept increasing the fingers until we were all the way to five. I was near delirious at this point, desperate for release. I reached my arms towards him, beckoning him closer.

“Diarmuid,” I begged, “fuck me…”

He smiled sweetly, as if I’d merely asked him to hold my hand. He lined his arousal up with my entrance and gently pushed it in. I squeaked and shuddered, holding close to him as he reached the hilt. Diarmuid was a gentle lover, letting me feel every glorious centimeter of his length as he ran it through me. He kissed my cheeks as I cried out. He kept at a slow gentle pace until I begged him to fuck me faster. He put my legs over his shoulders and set a faster pace. The angle made sure that he kept on hitting that spot consistently. He kept cooing and praising me whenever I clenched tightly around him. He peppered kisses down my neck as he whispered words of adoration. I scratched his back with my nails and hissed out his name. The fire inside me was now a conflagration, ready to burst out my skin. I clenched tighter around him, begging for release.

We came one after another, each crying out one another’s name. He kept moving even as he came, stuffing me full of his seed. We fell asleep in each other’s arms, holding on until morning light came. I knew not what we were to one another. It was no longer just a bond of a Master and her Servant. It wasn’t love, it wasn’t that brilliant or completed yet. It wasn’t friendship nor simple infatuation. Whatever it was, it felt warm and comforting, a refuge.

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Thank you for the suggestion nonny! I’m sorry I went with female for this prompt because it was t*tfucking. 

I have many thoughts about Diarmuid. 

He’d probably have a LOT of reservation and hesitation before getting into any sort of romantic entanglements willingly. While I don’t doubt that he could probably still be attracted to people, I feel like he’d be the type to ignore it as much as he could. He’d even be more wary of people claiming they like him because a) the love spot geas, b) how people being attracted to him led to his downfall. 

Initially when I began this fic, I went in with the idea that well as far as falling in love goes he’d probably be the least hesitant if it was with the lord/lady he was serving, right? NAH. That love and adoration is going to color his loyalty and service. He’s not used to that so it probably really makes him nervous. Add to that the complication that is mana transfer. It is a physical thing, sure, and if you’re really determined it’s just going to remain that way. But if attraction is added to the mix, it introduces a whole host of problems. The question of “am I asking for a mana transfer because I do need mana or is because I want physical affection?” comes up a lot and is probably the one Diarmuid is primarily concerned with. (Tried to squeeze this into the fic but it was getting long and I was getting tired sorry)

I did my best to do justice to his character, tweaking and prodding at circumstances to make it still feel like this is still him willingly entering into something sexual with his master. Let me know which parts you thought needed more improvement! Thank you!!

Accepting suggestions!

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