#aftercare king

[prettygirlsstanskz]

somno with hyunjin tho!!!!!!!!

you'd be sleeping in a tank top and shorts and you'd be wiggling around in your sleep, trying to get comfortable and hyunjin just thinks you look so cute and so fuckable like that.

he'd probably wait for you to settle on your back before brushing stray hairs from your face in a feeble attempt to wake you, but when you don't respond, he'd trail his fingers from your head down to your chin and then your collarbones where he'd mess around with the top of your tank top.

"i'm gonna take this off, okay, love?" he'd whisper, circling your nipple with his finger. after you whine a little bit, turning your head to the side, he would take it as a sign of you being at least a little bit awake and he would start to slide it up to your chin.

"lift your arms for me," hyunjin would whisper, and in your half awake state, you would obey, lifting your arms and then your head just enough for him to slide the thin top up and over and onto the floor next to the bed.

hyunjin would just look at you, all the parts of you he had just uncovered, before leaning down to lick a stripe from your neck to your nipple, swirling his tongue around for a second before taking it into his mouth and sucking on it, enjoying the way you reacted, arching slightly into him, small whines leaving your lips as you turned your head to the other side.

hyunjin would give just as much attention to your other nipple, making sure he left both sticky and wet before kissing his way down to your bellybutton and then leaving kisses along the top of the waistband of your shorts.

he would kiss you over your shorts, over your mound, leaving wet spots where his tongue stayed in the same spot for just a little too long.

"so pretty, love," he'd whisper as he slid your shorts and panties down your legs and past your feet at the same time. "so so pretty,"

he would discard the garments down on the floor with your top before laying on his stomach, face just inches from your core. he would admire you for a while, complimenting your body under his breath.

but he would slowly start to feel the admiration turn into something more, something like lust. he would reach up to rub your clit with his finger, then a stripe down to your hole, feeling your wet folds on the way.

"so wet," he would murmur, finally scooting forward enough to taste you. "so wet for me,"

hyunjin would lick up and down your folds once more before taking your clit in his mouth and sucking on it, bringing his fingers up to enter your hole below.

you would whine, the sounds quickly turning into moans as hyunjin fucks his fingers into you, swirling his tongue around your clit before sucking it again.

"hyune..." you'd mumble, eyes starting to flutter open. a broken whine would escape you, tears prickling the corners of your eyes as you begin to feel what's going on.

"jinnie.." your hands would fumble around for his, settling on his hair instead. "jinnie, please.. please please please," you wouldn't know what you were pleading for, you would just know you wanted it.

"i know, love, i know," hyunjin would whisper into your pussy. "i know i know,"

hyunjin would speed up the pace as soon as he hears your voice raise an octave. oh, he would be hitting all the spots he knows you're sensitive to, eager to drive you to your high, eager to hear the pretty little sounds you make.

"'s too much, jinnie," you would cry, back arching off the bed, your fingers leaving hyunjin's head to grip the sheets beneath you. "hyun, 's too mu–" your sentence would be cut short by the sudden moan hyunjin causes as he hits your g-spot.

"fu– fuck, hyun, fuck, please,"

his fingers would hit the same spot over and over again, only slowing down when he knows you're cumming. he would fuck you gently with his fingers, releasing your clit to lean up and kiss your warm face, letting you taste yourself on his tongue.

when he feels you finally start to come down from your high, he'll pull away and remove his fingers, bringing them to your lips. you would immediately take them in your mouth, sucking softly on the skin as you grow tired once more.

hyunjin would kiss the tears from your closed eyes. "was it too much, love? was i too much?"

you'd hold his wrist, rubbing soft circle into the palm of it while still licking and sucking the fingers in your mouth.

"no," you'd murmur around his fingers, taking back your earlier words. "you're never too much. never,"

hyunjin would settle down next to you, slowly removing his fingers from your mouth. he would laugh a little at your whine, shushing you with a chaste kiss to your lips. "i'm gonna clean you up, okay? i'll be right back,"

you would feel his hands on your body, damp towel covering the tracks he had left.

"d'you want me to do you, too?" you would ask once he's laid down next to you again, opening your eyes to see him.

but, he would just shake his head, pressing a kiss to your nose.

he had taken care of himself in the bathroom after he looked down and realised he came in his pants, probably at the same time you did. it didn't bother him much. he had woken you up to satisfy the desires in his chest, but it very quickly turned into satisfying you. cumming on his own was just an added extra, something he hadn't planned on.

"go to sleep, little love. you're tired,"

you wouldn't fight it, eyes fluttering shut as you leaned your head into his chest. "g'night, jinnie. love you," you would whisper.

and hyunjin would whisper back, "love you too,"

[isforever-moved]

tfw u've been back like maybe six hours and now alllllllll the muses are horny. thanks.

[seruadoric]

okay but ramming you headfirst w my brainrot but like jiyan(wuwa) probably a brat tamer right? tbh i cant really get into brat taming bc if my mans start being all mean to me i would /gen get upset esp in like the bed UNLESS its like done out of love. So like i can only imagine he ""brat"" tames his lover when they've done something he does not like and like i dont think jiyan is the type to get easily upset UNLESS you've like---say put yourself in harms way bc of him to like shield him from an attack or something then he'd fuck you meanly (after you've recovered obviously) anyways hello welcome to wuwa rot let us all go to hell amen

I HAVE SUCH A SOFT SPOT FOR JIYAN so many relationships/smut hcs for him 😔 afab!reader, slight voyeurism

personally, i don't see jiyan being too mean with you. rough as he is on the battlefield, he's much more tender and gentle with his companions.

but at times, he finds himself frustrated at your attempts to protect him ... he knows that you're coming from a good place, and that you really care for him — but he can fight for himself just fine.

so when he sees you injured for trying to shield him, his emotions just blow up ... ( nsfw under the cut )

"consider this your punishment." he growled into your ear, thick and girthy cock ramming into your cunt once more. pressing you up harder against the wall, he was not holding back. "i already told you i could handle myself out there, and you want to play hero?"

"look at yourself." whimpering and moaning against the wall, with jiyan's hand covering your mouth. you were a mess underneath him. "stay silent, or do you want someone else to hear you?" "j-jiya—" you managed to say, only for him to press himself harder inside you. "i told you to stay quiet."

another moan slips from your lips, and jiyan takes his hand off, instead exploring down your body. he felt your walls tightening around him, taking him in so good —

he groans, pushing himself deeper inside. "i'm close," he whispers in your ear, his cock throbbing against your womb. "do you want me to do it inside?"

with your nod, he plants his seed inside of your core, eliciting a loud moan from your lips. he gently pulls out, grabbing a cloth and cleaning the both of you up. "i hope you've learned your lesson, sweetheart." his demeanor was different than what you had just seen, as he placed a kiss on the corner of your lips. "... don't do that again."

this is highkey shitty 😭 i don't have much experience writing smut, so please forgive me if this wasn't as good ૮ ◞ ﻌ ◟ ა this is actually my first time writing smut scenes, so eckkck 😿

i might also write this but for amab!reader ... but i need someone to tell me so, since i'm not so good at writing for amab 😓

[artificialbreezy]

Mean dom noah lives rent fucking free in my mind. I just know the aftercare is disgustingly sweet

the aftercare is the most tooth rotting, sweetest, most loving shit ever okay? mans mean right? but he’s also the softest fucking dude for his baby okay? he is. i don’t care what anyone else says.

he’s gonna have snacks and water at bed side to to fucking go. and if he was little rougher than usual, he’ll have cooling lotion to rub on your ass and your thighs and your wrists. constantly telling you that you did so so so good for him and your his best girl and he’s so proud of you. and when he has to walk away to go get a wash cloth to help clean you up, he makes sure you can still see him. “promise i’ll be right back baby, won’t ever leave you. just gonna get you cleaned up a little bit.” he’s gonna get you in the shower, and he’s holding onto you, just letting the warm water hit so it eases some of the sore in your body. then he’s gonna wash your hair, your face, your body. all while he’s STILL praising you. if it’s a little more intense, he’s carrying you downstairs (because it’s so important for him to be with you 24/7 after a big session) and he’s making you a quick meal. then he’s gonna take you right back to bed, put on totoro and hold you real close until you both fall asleep.

[jimmyspades]

PRETTY IN PINK (1986)

[strayed-quokka]

lifeblood || ji changmin

» summary: your blood was sweet, you were sweet, and changmin is addicted.

» pairing: ji changmin x female reader

» rating: NC-17 minors do not interact 

» genre: supernatural, just porn tbh, smut, vampires

» warnings: oral (f recieving), fingering, i guess blood play (according to google it counts), changmin thinks your blood is sweet (yes we went there), biting, scratching, bruising, changmin can be scary in theory but also takes care of you, rough(ish) sex, aftercare, big dick changmin because that is my brand, one use of good girl, sweet names, creampie, brief loss of conciousness if you really look, implied feelings if you squint, oh and he’s pretty fucking strong

» words: 3,296

» a/n: LISTEN I have no excuse, this is filth, it is a mess, roar changmin is to blame. And I wanna just warn that if you have any issues with blood drinking just don’t read it I warned you now PFFF. Like… it’s not for everyone and I get it. But don’t come at me for it if you proceed anyway cause changmin is a vampire and acts accordingly so yeah that is all thank q. 

The stories you’d been told when you were younger should’ve maybe deterred you from letting the night time bleed into your window, casting dark shadows along with the moon that illuminated through the sheer curtains. You were always told to be vary, to be afraid of the creatures that roamed in the dark. 

The ones that watched you when you’d turn around, the ones who’s bright yellow eyes were a threat, and even more so when they illuminated red. 

So why you were letting one spread your bare legs now was beyond you.

Changmin had been an intriguing mystery to you since you met. He seemed sweet, with dimples that charmed you and eyes that seemed so inviting, but when that smile dropped and he became hungry, everything changed. 

He could be scary, downright terrifying even, if he wanted to be. His threats that he made were real, always, and his anger was not easy to contain if he released it. Though despite all that, he possessed a hold on you so tight that every time he asked to be invited into your house, you said yes.

It was your own fault. When you’d first met, it was at a gas station and you’d managed to cut your finger somehow on the clip you press down to fill up your car's gas, and almost within seconds, Changmin was behind you. 

You should be careful.

He was warning you. Told you that your blood smelled so sweet, it may attract attention from people that would hurt you to get a taste. By the time you’d agreed to let him keep you company to protect you, it was already too late to realise that there was no way he could smell it. 

Unless he was one too. 

Once you did realise, he simply looked down at you and grinned, almost wicked, as if he knew he was caught but didn’t have any shame. Though despite all that, despite his hunger for you in particular, he had never made you feel like you needed to run away. 

And maybe that’s why you were foolish enough to let him stay around, to lick off the wound on your thumb that night and to come around every now and then to try it again. It was an addicting thrill, one that nearly made you feel high, to risk your life in his hands more and more every time. 

You were covered in healing puncture wounds from his fangs at various stages, hidden mostly though he’d been particularly careless the other day on your neck, bitten too high and now you were stuck in sweaters far too warm for the weather. He’d check on it occasionally, made sure none of your wounds ever got infected. You’d agreed for him to feed off you, but he had made it clear that he’d always check that you were healing as a compromise to you letting him. 

The way he always checked on you was one of the reasons that you were able to calm down, to tell your body that you were safe, despite the sharp pain you’d feel, followed by that same thrilling high. 

“I’ve been thinking about you all day,” he’s looking down at you, his chest bare, your ankles over his shoulders as he caresses your legs. You were left in your lace underwear that you’d learned he liked in particular and a tight cropped shirt that was doing nothing to hide your erect nipples. 

“Tell me more,” you demand, and Changmin may be annoyed by your insistent attitude if it weren’t for how you were begging the words out with light breaths. He grins instead, turns to the side to kiss your leg before retracting his fangs, letting the point that’s sharper than a blade just scratch the surface of your skin. 

It almost tickles, making you squirm. 

“Hmmm, I could,” he starts, then leans down to hover over your chest, staring straight into your eyes with ones that are a sharp yellow, “or I could show you?”

You say yes before he’s barely finished speaking, and he knows he has you right where he wants you as he goes to take your shirt off, leaving you in just your panties, ones that are clinging to you with the dampness between your legs.

He’s rather harsh in spreading your legs apart, pushing your left thigh to the side and pressing it into the mattress. The flimsy fabric slips between your folds, revealing part of your drenched cunt to his hungry eyes and you almost don’t notice how quickly he’s sunken down to lie with his head near your thigh, arms under your upper thigh before they circle up to grip your waist. 

“Baby,” it’s almost condescending, the tone he uses to speak to you, but there’s something about the draw of his voice that has any ability to bite back, fall to the back of your throat, “I’ve barely touched you.”

You know what he’s talking about. You’re so aroused by his mere presence, that the barely there touches are enough to make you wet. He could do the bare minimum and it would likely still turn you on. Changmin was just… different. Hard to explain, but he was beautiful and calculating, and he’d somehow managed to figure you out in such a short span of time that he knew exactly what to do and how to do it. 

“Touch me then,” it’s the only real demand you manage to make, but even then it sounds weak, strained in your throat though he seems to take to the request. You feel the way he hooks two of his fingers by the lace covering your modesty (barely), pushing the fabric to one side before his tongue lays flat between your folds. 

The sudden feel of him between your legs has you jolt upwards in surprise, but it makes him eager to keep going. He doesn’t need to be slow with you, can be, but doesn’t have to, and that’s one thing he really likes about you. 

“Cute,” he chuckles, and you know he’s looking at you like you’re easily breakable, and honestly, with him you may as well be. You’d always considered your control to be excellent and your reserve strong, but he had you weak. It was near pathetic.

He lays a kiss right over your clit before lightly releasing a breath over the bundle of nerves. The cool sensation makes you whimper, and he gives you no warning when he grabs your hips tighter with his hands, forcing your body up just slightly off your mattress, before his tongue pushes inside you. 

“Fuck, Min!” he doesn’t answer, too wrapped up in you, the way you taste and how your body responds to his mouth, to even begin to speak back. Your voice has gone from quiet to a pathetic mess of moans and soft pants, the occasional call of his name that only makes him go faster. 

You feel one of his hands slip away from your waist, and you’re about to complain about how cold the bone of your hip feels without his touch, but the thought is erased when his middle finger replaces his tongue inside you, his mouth moving back up between your drenched folds to twirl a pattern around your clit again just as he curls his finger. 

You’re going insane. 

“Y-yes… more. P-please,” and Changmin won’t deny you when you look this pretty under him, but he also has his own needs to take care of, and the heightened scent of you and your arousal has him desperately needing to taste. 

“I- I want… need to taste you,” and it’s when you connect with his eyes that you know he means something else. 

That’s another thing about Changmin. No matter how strong his urges are, he’s never once failed to ask you first if it’s okay. 

Though it would be difficult at this point to find an instance where you’d deny him the taste of you. 

You feel your orgasm build, your head rolling back as soon as you tell him yes, that he can do what he wants, and he quickens his pace to push you right over the edge. 

He doesn’t say anything to you, not that he could anyway when his mouth is preoccupied, but he does find the time to slip another two fingers inside you and you know you’re about to come undone. Changmin knows it too, feels it in how you tighten around his fingers and how your thighs press into the side of his head like you could crush him. 

Honestly, Changmin finds you so incredibly sexy when you lose your mind. 

It’s when you’re just mere seconds away from orgasm that he quickly replaces his tongue with his other free hand, his thumb over your clit instead, and it might’ve delayed your orgasm, made you mewl and plead and ask why, but that never comes. 

The sharp pain of his fangs in your thigh mixed in with the pleasure of his fingers brings you over the edge completely, arching off the bed and screaming his name so loud that you’re relieved you live alone. You nearly want to cry from how good it feels, barely comprehending the sensation of him draining you off the sweet crimson liquid that keeps you alive, his fingers still curled inside you as you ride out your orgasm. 

He groans, and it’s the sexiest sound you’ve ever heard. Changmin overall, is incredibly sexy, and he loves to remind you like this. You grip his hair with the strength you have left, chest moving rapidly as you tug, trying to pull him away from your thigh. 

Changmin complies. Even if his instincts tell him he doesn’t want to, that he could drain you completely and wants to, he also knows that when you pull him away, he’s going to obey. 

It’s the only thing Changmin lets you control, mostly because he knows you do it when it’s too much, when it either hurts past pleasure (though that’s exceedingly rare), or you’re becoming dazed and lightheaded to the point of it being dangerous. That’s why he listens, even if his entire being tells him not to.

His eyes are stained red now, dark and haunting, like they are every time he consumes you, and you swear his gaze is so intense that it demands your body to move regardless of your own mind. You’ve turned around on the bed before he even asks, though he’s the one to forcibly push your knees further apart, your ass up while your face rests against the pillows. 

“You’re eager, god,” you nod desperately, though you’re not sure he even notices, “you want me to fuck you like this?” 

You try to speak. You really, honestly try, but no sound comes out. Not until you feel a sharp slap to your ass that nearly pushes your whole body forward, “Yes! Please, y-yes.”

“Good girl,” you can feel him press his body against you, his cock bare against your folds and it makes you mewl, pushing against him. He has the nerve to laugh at you, leaning down so his chest hovers over your back as he whispers in your ear, “does your leg hurt?”

You’d honestly been so out of it that you’d forgotten, though this serves as a reminder of the sting on your left upper thigh. It does hurt, but not nearly enough for you to care. 

“I’m okay,” and you say it with the most conviction, your heart warming just enough that it might scare you to what the implications of your feelings may mean. He doesn’t ask for anything else, though he’s always cautious anyway, in case anything shifts in your tone that implies that you’re not okay. 

Changmin may have fucked you quite a number of times by now, and whilst you may have gotten used to his presence in the bedroom, it somehow still surprised you when his cock would bury itself inside you. Because no matter how often you found yourself like this, you were still naive enough to believe that he must be fully inside you when he’d really only come a little over halfway. 

And every time, without fail, the realisation that he was going deeper made you whimper his name in a way that sounded like a musical note to his ears. It was beautiful, to see you so out of it when he’d barely done anything that required effort. 

He stays like this for a while, cock inside you fully while your walls constrict around him, making him hiss as he’s gripping your waist with his fingers, kneading the flesh so hard it may definitely bruise as he steadies you, and you want to tell him to move, that you need him to.

Though he knows. He knows to replace his inaction with too much, because it sends you into overdrive and he loves to see you fall apart like this. Changmin is fast, unnaturally so which makes sense given who he is, but it’s the way in which he slams his hips into you that would make you collapse if he wasn’t keeping you up. 

“Oh fuck! F-fuck… M-Minnie. Harder!” 

“Think you can… can take that?” 

He loves to tease you, push you to limits that a human shouldn’t be pushed too, but you want it and he won’t deny you. 

“Y-yes. Please, Min,” his one arm goes around your chest, lifting you up against his own, your back arched while he quickens his pace, and he’s so aggressive that it may bruise both his own hips and your ass as a result, but you don’t care. 

“Wish you could s-see what you look like,” he’s trembling, nibbling on your ear before he’s gently biting into your shoulder, just sharp enough to feel but not enough to cause injury, something which takes a level of self control that he’s spent decades trying to master. You grip the arm he has around your chest with your fingers, clawing at his forearm and flesh to hold onto just as he brings his free hand to your clit, “beautiful.”

Changmin is a master at making you fall apart. The way he slams into you is animalistic, brutal even, in ways you always wished to experience when past partners just didn’t do enough, and it’s the way he shows care to you whilst treating you like a ragdoll that ultimately makes you lose your mind. 

“Fuck-” he groans, forehead falling to your shoulder, “you’re clenching.”

You know what that means. You know that aside from you being so close to an orgasm, it means that he’s going crazy from how your walls feel constricting around his cock and that he wants you to come. 

“B-bite me. P-please C-Changmin,” he doesn’t see sense anymore when you ask like that. He releases a deep growl, near possessive of you, his teeth digging into the flesh between where your neck meets your shoulder, the arm that was around your chest further up by your shoulder blades now as the other wraps around your stomach, firmly gripping you in place as he slams his cock into you one more time, your orgasm so intense that you swear you nearly see absolute darkness for just a second when you reopen your eyes. 

You cry out his name, screaming and trembling as he’s firm in keeping you unmoving which only makes it more intense, and he groans, licking the wound on your neck as you feel his cum fill you up, milking him dry as your walls clench repeatedly to grip him. 

He’s about to pull out but your hips follow his movements, keeping him close to you and you can practically feel him smirk against your neck. 

“Baby, we can’t stay like this,” but you don’t want to listen to him even if he’s right. Even when you feel him try to lick the crimson red from your skin by your neck to clean you up because you’re being stubborn and won’t let him help you properly, even then, you don’t want to move. 

However, Changmin is just as stubborn as you. That, and he has supernatural strength, able to overpower you in seconds and so he does, throwing you around and up onto his waist as he stands on the bed, your legs around his hips as you feel his cum slowly move down between your legs and to your ass, his hands gripping your flesh while he looks up at you. 

There’s something so inherently sexy about the way he can get up after an orgasm and throw you onto his waist to walk you into the bathroom, and something far more sexy about being met with the state you’re in because of him. He ruins you beautifully, litters your skin with beautiful colour that also stains his soft lips and white teeth. 

“I’m fineeeee,” but it sounds pathetic, and it’s near embarrassing how your body arches to him spreading your legs again, making him laugh at you. 

“I need to clean them,” he says, stubborn as he gently slaps your hand away that’s reaching out to touch him, “behave.”

As soon as the damp warm cloth touches your wounded thigh is when you realise that it actually hurts quite a bit more than you’d noticed, making you hiss slightly at the stinging as he tries to gently treat your skin. His eyes are hungry when he does, and you know that deep down, he’s fighting with himself to taste you again. 

“Minnie?” 

“Hmm?” 

Though you aren’t sure why you called his name, what you’re trying to get his attention for, so you just watch him fondly with eyes that give away far more than you’re ready to admit to him or even yourself. 

“You’re pretty.”

He laughs again, moving up to clean your neck and you let him without any hesitation, completely trusting him despite his instincts. 

“You’re so cute,” it makes you blush, dazed from orgasm and happy enough that he warms you with words that seem so mundane and basic, yet they’re not, “I’m gonna disinfect it but… do you wanna shower first?”

“Yes please,” your hands reach for him again, and this time he takes them into his, drawing circles with his thumbs over your knuckles, “with you?”

“If you behave,” you gasp, laughing and feigning shock though you nod nevertheless as he brings you off the counter and to your shower, stumbling slightly as you do, “careful.”

“I don’t like how you still function. It’s not fair,” you pout, letting him follow you with a hand reached out around your back just in case you fall. 

“Darling, you know you can’t compare us like that,” and he’s right, of course. He has advantages, unfair ones, but it still makes you pout. 

“Do I not satisfy you, hmm?” it’s a joke, both of you know it, but Changmin has turned you around and pressed you against the tiled wall in less than a second. His eyes are fading from their blood red to an orange hue, an indication that they’re going back to their natural state of yellow. 

“Answer your own question, I dare you to.” 

It’s the way his eyes hunger for you again, how they want you, always, and you know it was stupid to even joke, because the very answer is one thing you’ve always known since you met. 

Ji Changmin wants you the way one wants a drug when they’re addicted. He’s insatiable and he hungers for you, because you’re the only one who satisfies him. 

You're the only one that tastes so sweet.

changmin is the reason i have no sanity left and i hope it showed PFFF

I'll try to update quite soon cause I have some extra time but deciding on who to write is hard when I've been on my knees for all of them lately 🛐

tbz masterlist

[gay-robot-boyfriends]

Why is ur Commander so hot (Signas)

[itoshi-s]

Since rin alr inspected readers pussy, why dont we give sae a shot lol

OHHHHHHHHHHH sae's so much worse than rin :(

cw: pussy inspections, overstimulation. fem reader. characters are aged up in their mid 20's.

he's so teasing and slow. takes his time prodding, touching, crooking his finger in different ways, then adding one or two more, then moves to tasting u instead or maybe just toying with ur clit :/ giving it a pinch to see if you're still going to squeal and mewl the same way u used to months ago. has an insufferable smirk on his face the entire time - but his eyes are soft, enamored bc no matter how long he's away for, your body still reacts to him the same way. you will always be waitin for him, spread out and watching with hopeful eyes, pushing past your limits like a good girl - just to satisfy him and prove that you love him so, so much :(

prob ends up cumming in his pants as he does it .......... oh lawd he just gets so desperate - but he has to check up on u first, make sure his girl's been on her best behavior 4 him :( he goes at it for hours, two or three, you can't rly tell - but you're so swollen and throbbing by the end of it, overstimulated until there are dried tears on your cheeks, bottom lip bleeding from gnawing at it so forcefully. he's just as breathless as you are by the time he's done, has this gorgeous flush spread along his sun kissed skin, pupils blown wide behind thick lashes. fuck. you've done so good, angel. he crawls on top of you, grabs your face in large hands as he brushes hair out of your eyes and presses a kiss to your forehead. so, so good. want you t' take care of me now. can you do that? yeah? that's my girl.

[bakugosgothhoe]

My Daddy kink went brrrr

Red Lights

Request from anon: hiii I’m soo shy to ask this 😩 but can u do like a Dom!Shouto umm smut ahhh thankiew u can make ur own storyline haha eeekk thankiew again✨✨

Pairing: Dom!Shouto x sub!reader

Word count: 2.6k

Warnings: NSFW, MDNI, 18+, PWP, dom/sub relationship, daddy kink, breath play, impact play, breeding kink, quirk play, spitting, degradation, dumbification, dacryphilia

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“Fuck yes, baby girl, just like that.”

The words tumbled out of his lips like a hushed growl as juxtaposed hands worked their way into your hair; one ice cold and the other warm enough to coax sweat from your scalp immediately.

“You’re doing so good for Daddy.”

The sweet praises Shouto offered you further encouraged your efforts as you sheathed his entire cock within your mouth, your bottom lip placing soft pressure on his balls as you took him to the hilt, gagging and choking for air as your esophagus became suddenly all too full of his impressive length.

His deft fingers seized your hair in tight fists as a guttural groan rang against the walls of the living room. You could feel his thighs flex on either side of you, kneeling in your rightful place between his legs as he sat atop the couch.

Releasing his vice grip on your locks, he raked his right hand through the strands until he caught another fistful at the nape of your neck and forcefully tugged your head back.

His heterochromatic orbs bore into yours, a sadistic sheen of lust darkening them even further than the ambient red lights that shone down from the ceiling ever could.

“You’re really hungry for this cock tonight aren’t you, baby? Tell me how bad you need it and maybe I’ll let you have another taste.”

The icy coolness of his right palm soothed the heat of the sweat that had broken out over your body, but the grip he had on your hair didn’t falter.

His eyes searched your face and his left palm connected with his large member. He didn’t dare look away from your needy expression as he wrapped his fingers around his length, stroking it at an agonizingly slow pace.

Even in the dim lighting, you could see the veins on the underside of his pretty cock, stretching across the wide girth of the appendage. Just watching his fingers slowly drift up and down his shaft had you captivated and absolutely dripping with need.

You captured your bottom lip in your teeth, exhaling through your nose as your pussy clenched desperately at the emptiness between your thighs, trying in vain to catch some friction to relieve the ache deep in your belly.

The words flew from your lips, breathy and frantic with the lilt of a whine as you tried to steady your breathing.

“Please, Daddy..m’please lemme taste your cock again. I’ll be such a good girl. Need you to fill me up, pretty please, Daddy. I’d do anything just to taste you..”

Devious couldn’t begin to describe the smirk that flashed across his face. Before you got the chance to speculate what his next torture might be, you felt deliciously warm fingertips on either side of your jaw.

Your lips parted, forced open as he applied pressure, the pads of his fingers growing warmer against your flesh as you watched his jaw shift momentarily.

Finding his eyes again, you noticed his gaze drop to your open mouth as he leaned closer to you, finally relinquishing his hold on your hair.

His index finger found your bottom lip, tugging it down as he tilted his head forward and allowed a long string of saliva to pour from his mouth into your own, watching with possessive purpose as it pooled on your tongue.

“Swallow it.”

Heeding his command without question, you obeyed and felt your cunt clench even tighter as a desperate moan left your lungs.

The dirtier he made you feel, the deeper the need for you to satisfy his every want grew. He loved it. He adored it.

The way your eyes were already glassed over, still moist from the tears that pricked your eyes when you swallowed him whole. How your body reacted so beautifully to every little thing he did to you. How responsive you were to him even just looking at you the right way.

It hadn’t always been like this. When you two first got together, he had been so careful with you, as if you might break right there in his grasp if he mishandled you to even the slightest degree.

But once you had successfully assured him that you weren’t made of glass, he was willing to try out some of the things that you were interested in. He was still hesitant at first, but once he saw how your face contorted in ecstasy the first time he really tugged at your hair, he was genuinely intrigued.

The first time he heard you moan in response to the crack of his hand against your ass, he had warmed up to the idea of pushing the limits.

But the first time he saw your completely fucked out expression, tears streaming down your face as you tried in vain to beg him for more, too dumbed down by how good he was make your feel; that’s when he knew he was addicted.

Here you were again, on your knees and ready to submit to whatever he felt like subjecting you to tonight and he had nothing but time on his hands.

“Such a good little girl.” he crooned, notes of debasement peppering his tone. “Daddy’s obedient little whore. That’s what you are, isn’t it?”

Fire and ice met on your face, his hands cupping both of your cheeks as he leaned in close enough for you to feel his breath against your chin.

The exhilaration of the filth pouring from his lips coupled with the pressure building between your thighs made your head swim and you clenched your eyes shut.

“Yes, D-daddy. S’all I am. Just a filthy little whore for you. Please, use m—“

Frosty fingertips found your neck and squeezed with intention, causing your eyes to snap back open to see Shouto’s darkened demeanor.

“You want me to use you, baby? I might not be nice. Are you sure you can handle this?”

The condescension in his voice and the way you now had to struggle to pull more air into your lungs made you squirm, which was exactly what he was hoping for.

His lips pressed against yours, conveying a sense or urgency with the way they collided so eagerly. The chill of his fingertips left your throat and slid up the side of your face, cupping your cheek for the briefest of moments, before pushing into your hair.

You found yourself still breathless when your lips disconnected, panting as you whispered your needy pleas to him as if making a sacrificial offering to your own personal deity.

“Please, Daddy...‘s’all I want..I’ll be so good for you..”

He groaned, his cock twitching in anticipation as both of his hands moved behind you, finding purchase in the underside of your thighs.

In one swift motion, he leaned forward, standing up from the couch and lifted your off your knees. Your legs instinctively wrapped around him and you could feel his throbbing erection pressed against your abdomen.

Your arms circled around his neck as your mouths met once again, moans and sighs tangling between your tongues as he walked across the room.

The coolness of the wall met your back as he pressed you up against it, never slowing the efforts his lips were making as he leveraged you against the structure just enough to take a moment to align his cock with your entrance.

Your yelp met his now smirking lips, a symptom of trying to adjust to sinking into his entire length so quickly.

His hips moved slowly, mercifully so, as he graciously gave you time to adjust to the sensation of this new position. It didn’t take long until a grateful moan rang in his ears, which he took as a sign to pick up the pace. 

A chill crept over you neck as he decorated your skin with icy cool kisses, each one leaving a layer of frost behind, which was quickly melted away by the friction between you two.

His labored breathing and sinfully satisfied grunts tickled your ears as you tilted your head to the side, giving him better access.

The feeling of him sliding in and out of your slick, velvety walls, concocted with the added stimulation of the ice quickly turning to slush and slipping between your torsos, had you reeling.

The wall was suddenly absent from behind you. He had taken a few steps back and your arms tightened around his neck in response to the loss of the added support.

“M’relax baby girl, just trust me, okay?”

Shouto’s husky voice sounded like liquid honey, sweet, but thick. Thick with sensual promise. Your arms loosened as you relaxed into his hold, allowing his hands to bear the majority of your weight.

The muscles of his capable arms flexed taut, coated with a thin veil of sweat as he lifted you, up and down, over and over again. Each time you sank back down, you could feel the head of his cock connecting with your cervix, coaxing louder and louder moans to tumble from your throat until all you could do was whine and haphazardly mutter about how fucking good he was making you feel.

“You love this, don’t you, bitch? Like getting fucking rammed by this fat cock? How fucking deep I can stuff the pretty little pussy of yours?”

Tears welled in your eyes as the pressure inside your center became insurmountable. His disgusting words were sending you hurdling towards the apex of your journey and all you could do was try to hang on.

Your nails duh into the nape of his neck, clinging to his as if your life depended on it. His motions were so fluid and he was still picking up speed as he took in your contorted face. He was bouncing you effortlessly on his cock and eagerly awaiting the very moment you came undone.

“Let go, baby girl, come all over Daddy’s cock like a good girl. Show me what a good fucking girl you are, that’s it.”

His devious commands catapulted you over the edge as a shriek of pure, unadulterated pleasure ripped from your lungs. He didn't bother slowing down, instead choosing to pound the rest of your high out of you. There was no going easy tonight.

He marveled at the sight of your expression, willing himself to hold off on his own release, so he could see yours through. His arms never wavered, holding you securely and thrusting you up and down along his length until you were shaking from the pleasure still sending waves through your body.

“D-daddy, t—..thank you s’much, Daddy..oh fuck..”

Your eyes were too heavy to open, the pleasure still buzzing too high across every single one of your nerves as you felt the familiar fabric of the couch against you back.

“Good girls get what they want. And we’re not finished yet.”

Thought your arms were practically useless, he captured your wrists between one of his strong hands and pinned them above your head, rising his other hand to tuck under your hips and tug you toward the edge of the couch.

“You want Daddy to fill you up, sweetie? Pack this tight cunt of yours with my cum?”

You mewled as your pussy clenched tight around his impossibly hard cock and you realized he was about ready to burst inside you, but you had no words left to beg for what you so desperately wanted.

A nearly feral growl escaped him as he felt your walls grow even tighter around his throbbing length. He angled himself above you, so that his hips could continue their merciless assault on your body with gravity’s assistance.

“Of course you fucking do. You’ll beg for whatever I’m willing to give you, won’t you, you cock-hungry slut?”

He lifted his left hand and briefly lit it aflame, before extinguishing the blaze just before he palm connected with your ass, drawing a whelp and a gratuitous moan out of you.

“Beg for it. Beg for me to pump you full, darling. Beg me to use and abuse your pussy as I please. Unless you’re already to fucked out to form words.”

His still scorching palm slapped across your breast, before offering a fleetingly soothing rub and catching your nipple between his thumb and index fingers, tweaking it in just the right way to have you about to fall of the cliff of another climax.

“P-please, Daddy!”

Your cries were almost frantic, so desperate sounding for any and all of the filthy things he would do to you.

“Please fucking fill me up with your cum! Please don’t stop fucking me, Daddy! I want you, I want you, I want you..!”

More ritualistic chants sprang from your lips as Shouto’s head snapped back, his jaw going slack and a powerful groan reverberating throughout the room as he shot ribbons of white within your most hallowed halls. You were quick behind him, the sensation of his seed releasing within you sending you over that cliff again.

Your bodies both shook in sequence, as if passing those delicious tremors back and forth to one another as you coasted on your respective highs.

“Fuck, baby girl..”

His hips slowed as he rode out the lingering shock of his eruption, trailing gentle fingers over your hips.

“M’thank you, baby.”

Slowly, he pulled out and you relished the feeling of how well his cock always filled you up as you tried to catch your breath, still unable to form coherent words. His forehead pressed against yours and you could see his soft smile just inches from yours as he spoke in a gentle, husky whisper.

“You are so wonderful, you know that? Lemme take care of this mess. I’ll be right back, okay?”

Gentle kisses traced down your jaw line, over your chin, and all the way to your lips, where he let his mouth linger as he sighed through his nose. The feeling of his smile against your lips never failed to make your heart flutter and now was no exception.

He was still smiling as he forced himself to break the contact and tear himself away from you. For a moment, he disappeared into another room, until he returned with a small towel, dampened on one end, and a glass of water, which he was sipping when he reappeared.

Extending the glass to you, he sat beside you on the couch, letting you quench your thirst as he cleaned up the mess he has made of you.

“How are you feeling, baby? I wasn’t too rough, was I?”

Traces of concern were evident in his mismatched eyes as he laid down on the chaise of the couch, extending his hand to you to invite you into his embrace. Slipping your hand in his, you allowed him to guide you from your position on the couch and against his chest, your back to his front, as he placed a hand on your hips.

“No, babe, not at all,” you smiled as you reassured him. “That was amazing. I know you’re never going to hurt me. I don’t think you’re capable.”

A quiet giggle echoed around you as you felt him kiss along your shoulder and up your neck, before nuzzling your cheek and placing one last, sweet kiss there.

“I never want to. I love you so much, y/n.”

He let his head rest on the couch, tugging you gently against him, so that you were as close as you could comfortably be.

“I love you too, Sho.”

His lips turned up in smile as he kissed the top of your head, letting his eyes close as yours already had, and the two of you drifted off into sleep curled up together.

[blackmarketvoices]

BLACK MARKET VOICES PRESENTS:

SURROGATE THE PODFIC - EPISODE TWELVE: AFTERCARE

COMING SOON

From the talents of:

SSJTrinity | @late-to-the-magnus-archives Kraiva | @sepiabandensis Somniate | @sparklyandheroic Flamia | @flamdoodles Vmprsm | @vmprsm Jasper | @captaincravatthecapricious Igneousfrizzle CharlieGoLightly | @spinning-logic LynnLarsh Isi | @eldritch-asmr Fish | @unsafewaters

(poster by Jasper!)

[thereaderinsertlady]

Sooooooo~ Camprell here, with a blog that I'm forced to use because I didn't make another account for the other ones uwu

You are the person who said in the tags that you are working on a fanfic(?) of my toxic yaoi ship, right? Please say yes, I did check at least 3 times

If you do finish it (or even if you don't), could you tell or send it to me? ;)

You don't understand, I have been thinking about it since the first time you've mentioned it, I'm NOT normal hehehehehehe

Have a nice day or night wherever you are ^v^

HI YEA DAS ME.

Usually, I only work on reader inserts (..hence my name lmfao) due to the lack of them in certain fandoms and or communities. Before I started adding my own works, some character/readers had a few or zero fics. There's hella examples of this as seen on these ao3 tags; King K. Rool/Reader, Antasma/Reader, Joka/Reader (the list goes ON AND ON). Even Dimentio/Reader and King Boo/Reader is hella lacking, even with my contributions. I ain't the best writer in the whole world and I'm still developing even today, but I'm happy to make fics where there is little to none. I remember a time where I wanted someone-- ANYONE to write a fic of certain characters, only to be sad day after day when nothing new shows up. Ofc I can't be everywhere at once, but I add to things when I can. I usually main the Mario fandom tho.

Howeeever, sometimes a old man toxic yaoi catches my eye (example.. urrm.. o- Red/Trenton from rainbow friends). Dimmy and KB have been my old-time favorites, and I hadn’t realized how much I enjoyed their pairing until I saw some of your more.. spicer art hehe. I've looked around, and was...'nt surprised to see no fics of KB/Dimentio lmfao. Rarepair, anyone? 🫴🍷. But yes! I have been workin on a spicyy fic for King Boo and Dimentio. It's a bit... umm BDSM leaning? (Specifically masochism & dom/sub) and I waaas gunna respond to this ask with the finished fic but realized that I had a lot of work still left to do on it lmao. I didn't want to seem like I was ignoring you/wasn't gunna respond 🥺. Some parts are gucci, but others are straight ass (literally? Hrmhrrmm :b). I'll be sure to tag/let you know when it's finished tho!~

...But I can't just leave you empty-handed! So here are some scrips and scraps of the draft that may or may not make it to the final cut.

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[fushitoru]

yeah i’d have a wet dream about bridgerton gojo too

- zaynesbathrobe anon

so real. idk he's lowk so hot to me i love men that are somewhat toxic. as in he has a lot of development to get through in terms of his views on marriage and relationships and ugh reader slowly making him understand that and making him go from a regency era version of sigma male to pathetic loverboy is sooo hot to me. i just think he's so service dom like he'll make fun of you for crying while he's railing you into next tuesday but kiss it better :(

[tuituipupu]

käärijä aftercare king by ❌🙅🏻‍♀️ NOT 🙅🏻‍♀️❌ offering häärijä any pizza or cuddles or general non-table relaxation activities BUT 😤☝🏼 he did tenderly caress the bowl cut 🥹

[gingerjolover]

can you please do an aftercare with naomi ????

oh baby, do i have the fic for you…

(robin got a sneak peek MONTHS ago bc i started writing it and got distracted but ln i started writing it again)

@whore4munagenius

[redraspberriewrites]

can you please make pavitr smut with fluffy aftercare 🥺

OF COURSE I CAN Pretty thing AGED UP!Pavitr Prabhakar x Fem!afab!college student!reader Warnings: Protected p in v, consensual, stressed collage student reader

You pretty thing.. he coos in your ear, while cuddling and watching a movie with you, like you hadent been bouncing on his cock 10 minutes ago. It all happened on a hot day in mumbattan, exams driving you insane. "The teacher is fucking crazy!" You told Pavitr as he was reading a book. He closed the book and payed you all his attention. You started blabbling bout how you found your college teachers to be maniacs, Pavitr suddlenly hugged you "Sundari... let me help you calm down"He kisses you nose "I cant see my pricess stressed, no no no never" he said dramatically as he flipped his hair back. You adored this guy.

🎈🎆🎇🎈🎇🎈🎆🎇🎆🎈🎆🎇🎆🎆🎇🎆🎈🎇🎈🎇🎆🎈🎆🎇

You expected a cuddle session from your COUGH COUGH innocent boyfriend, but he put a confident hand at the lace of your panties "B-baby?" he sushed you and kissed your neck "Can I make you feel good?" this was his way of asking consent, and you just couldnt deny him "Yes please..." you said shyly. He obliged, taking your panties off you, and and puitting a condom, seeing your pussy leak, he gave himself a couple strokes, and, laid down on the mattress "Use my cock as your as your anti stess toy , meri jaan" and you did. You started bouncing on it, clapping noises filling the room as Pavitr moaned your name and some "how does it feel?" or "sundari... you do so good..." He started prasing you in his native language, and you didnt undertsand a single thing, he was blabbling too fast. Nobody could have understood him! but you knew he was about to cum, just like you, who felt that familiar bubble pop in your stomach. "Pavitr.... P-Pavitr" he grabs you hips "Yeah, sundari?" "Im gonna cum... please baby" you say. Pavitrs mouth bends into a smirk "Toghether, my jaan" you felt your release, and pavitr felt his condom of his warm seed. You feel on top of him, head on his chest "That felt amazing" You pant. He holds you close "Better, sundari?" you nod. 🎈🎆🎇🎈🎇🎈🎆🎇🎆🎈🎆🎇🎆🎆🎇🎆🎈🎇🎈🎇🎆🎈🎆🎇

He gave you a glass of water and massaged your back "Lets watch a movie, my beloved" You nod. you beckon him to cuddle you and he nods as a repone, bringing you close, grabing your hips "So if you ever feel stressed, just call the P man!" you sigh "Last time I ever fuck you" You both laughed and continued watching you cheesy romance movie.

[softquietsteadylove]

you know the *really* spicy fic just written? Can we have some aftercare for that please (I just kinda want more detail on that part)

Gil wrung out the cloth, making sure it was soft to the touch, and a perfect lukewarm. Cooling to overheated skin but not so cold that it wouldn't be useful.

Thena was curled up on the couch.

The ego in him was a bit pleased to see her satisfied to the point of exhaustion. But this wasn't about him congratulating himself for being a good lover. This was about Thena.

He crouched next to her, starting at her delicate wrists. He dabbed the cloth against her skin, still faintly red from where he had kept her bound. They had never experimented quite like this before. But he had a good feeling that she enjoyed it too.

Gil ran the cloth over Thena's body lightly, wiping away the sheen of sweat she had developed. He would get some water and a snack into her next, but this came first. It reminded him of when she was in Sersi's poison ward and he had given her a sponge bath.

Thena didn't exactly like recalling that time, or that specific event. But he thought there was something kind of beautiful about it. He hadn't had any ulterior motive in it, he just wanted the woman he loved to be comfortable.

"Hm," Thena hummed as he turned her over to wash her back.

"It's okay, Princess," he whispered. She squirmed the lower down her back he got. She would probably develop some bruising there shortly. He would ice it and apologise on his knees if she wanted.

He then moved to her legs. He bit back a smile; she had never been at such a particular point of pleasure before. He ran the cloth up her legs. They were faintly sticky, she wouldn't like that. He made it up to her thighs before he paused. "Honey."

Thena cleared her throat at him, keeping her thighs together and slightly crossed so as to hide herself. She was roused from her sleep and glaring at him with all the strength she could muster (it wasn't much).

He chuckled. His wife was willing to go to such lengths with him, but as soon as the cold, hard light of day hit, she was somewhat shy. He ran his fingers up the back of her calf until he could slip his palm into the back of her knee. "Come on, Sweetness."

"I am capable of doing this myself," she grumbled as her legs - so devoid of strength that it took nothing for him to open them again - unfurled.

"I know," he mused easily. He moved his eyes away from his precious target and to hers. She squeezed her eyes shut as he wiped away the most significant evidence of their latest foray. He balled the cloth up in his hand and left a kiss below her naval. "But I like doing this for you."

Thena gave up scolding him, flopping back again as he moved back to the bathroom attached to his office. "I recall I have a rule about lying around naked in the office."

Yes, but she was so much better at it than he was. He came out again, having also given at least his upper body a quick and lazy wipe down. He retrieved his shirt, long, long forgotten in their excitement.

"No one is still in the office, are they?" she asked, sounding half asleep as he got her arms through the sleeves and let him button it around her willowy frame.

"Nope, I gave everyone the evening off. Everyone on our floor, at least," he smiled, undoing the first set of buttons he had done up. She huffed at him but he gave her a little peck. "I like seeing your cleavage, Ice."

"Insatiable man," she chided.

"Yeah," he moved his ring to the right hand again, finally scooping her up to settle her on his lap. His hand tilted her head so he could touch the tip of her nose with his. Himself from even just two years ago would laugh at him. "But I'm your insatiable man."

"Hm," she denied him the thrill of more playful arguing, settling against his chest again.

"I love you, Thena," he cooed, kissing along her cheeks and all over her face. The cloth had worked; her skin no longer felt sweaty.

"Love you too," she purred in reception of his affection. She said it far less than he did, but he was always fine with that. When she did say it, he knew she meant it.

She meant it when she kissed him goodbye in the mornings, or parting with him after a stolen lunch together. She meant it when she made it clear to his enemies than an enemy of the Tyrant King's was an enemy of the Ice Queen as well. And he knew she meant it when she let him take care of her after a crazy hot fuck session.

"I've got sushi and tteokbokki and pierogies all on the way," he continued to nuzzle her. He liked cuddling her, especially after being intimate. Sometimes Thena would hit her limit and squirm away from him, like a cat reluctant to accept cuddles.

"You spoil me," she sighed, still letting him cling to her. She truly was exhausted.

He ran his hand over her leg, soft and smooth, although he was pretty sure she would shave if not tonight then tomorrow. "You gonna be able to work in the morning?"

"Of course," she countered, and then immediately yawned and discredited herself. "It is almost as if I recommended some restraint."

Gil grinned, "I did use restraints."

She slapped his chest.

He captured the hand lazily sliding down again and moved it back to his heart. Feeling his heartbeat for herself settled her, like a lullaby. "I'm sure you can move a few morning meetings if you have to."

She puffed through her nose. "You just want me to show up for my investors meeting still glowing from all this."

So they could see his wife in all her beautiful glory and know that she was very well taken care of as a married woman?...no, of course not.

"If you're glowing then it must be because you're the light of my life," he schmoozed. Thena laughed, always amused by his silly and downright corny compliments. He always had plenty more.

She didn't even flinch at the knock on the door. "Go."

"Yes, ma'am," he kissed her cheek again, slipping away to retrieve the food delivery. He cracked the door open and leaned over to drag it inside. Not a soul was there, but he knew how Thena felt about anyone - even a security camera - seeing her at her most vulnerable.

Thena managed to sit herself up, but even the way she was leaning back spoke to her level of physical exhaustion. Gil frowned; maybe they did overdo it. "What?"

"Nothing," he shook his head, unpacking the food on the coffee table between this and the other couch.

He blinked as Thena slumped forward, laying herself over his back and looping her arms around his neck. He turned his head but she nuzzled the back of his neck. She muttered something in Russian, which she knew he wasn't good at! "Hm?"

Thena turned her face so she could speak more clearly. "I said you are a good husband."

Nothing could make him happier than hearing that. He patted her arms locked around him and bent his head to kiss her fingers. "Glad to hear it, baby."

"Hm," she concluded, slipping backwards again. "Now, will you stop delaying?"

"Yes, Ice Queen," he chuckled, turning and holding up a rice cake with his hand under it. "Open up."

"You don't have to feed me."

"Aw, c'mon, it's like old times!"

"You feeding me while I was poisoned should not be 'old times'," she huffed, at least leaning forward to accept the bite. Her eyes lit and he could see the hunger she wasn't fully aware of make itself more known to her.

"Well, you can think of this time instead," he suggested, which she ignored, as he would have expected her to. He offered a piece of sushi next.

"Are you not going to have some?" She eyed him from his position on the floor, moving food from the table to her mouth.

He grinned. With them both of the same mind, she moved from the couch and he pushed the table out more. She settled on his lap again, letting him reach around her. She took another piece of salmon roll for herself and then offered him a bite over her shoulder.

"You ever think," he began, before she put her fingers on his lips to make him chew and swallow before speaking again. He gulped. "You ever think about how ourselves from two years ago probably wouldn't believe it if they could see us now?"

Thena smiled at least at the amusing idea. "I believe if you had attempted to describe this scene to my past self I would have littered you with knives until you had more holes in you than a fine sourdough."

Ah, so romantic, his Ice Queen. He merely kissed her cheek, waiting for his next bite, "same here, probably."