#dungeontober

[practicingsmut]

Anyone

rogue!jeonghan x druid!reader, 3.1k words, consensual non consent (coercion and threats), knife play, degradation and praise, I realize that this sort of thing is definitely not for everyone so if you don't like those things please don't read

Someone was following you.

It was late, much later than you’d normally be out, and you were taking the lesser traveled back roads because it would get you home quicker. It was because these roads were less traveled that you were able to tell almost immediately that you were being followed - unfortunately, you couldn’t think of anything you could do to get out of the situation other than to walk faster. Of course, that meant your pursuer also picked up speed, and thus the cycle continued until you were running and gasping for breath.

You could see the street your house was on, so close and yet impossibly far away. Just a few more moments and you’d be there…

And of course that’s when you were grabbed from behind, a hand coming up to cover your mouth so you couldn’t scream as you were dragged into an alleyway, the safe haven of your street forced out of sight.

The person holding you stopped suddenly and spun you to face them, making you dizzy before slamming you into the wall behind you. Their body slotted against yours, the weight making it so that you couldn’t escape, and as they brought a knife to your throat you were able to see under their cowl for the first time.

The man was tall enough to tower over you and, much to your dismay, you couldn’t help but notice how handsome he was. His face was round with a strong jaw and full cheekbones, pale skin and plump pink lips. Dark hair fell in waves to his shoulders with a few strands of bangs hung in front of his deep brown eyes. He was leaning close enough that you could feel his breath on your cheek. You swallowed hard, careful not to move too much so you didn’t risk your throat hitting the knife.

“You can make this easy on both of us,” he said, his voice low. It was deeper than you thought it would be. “Just give me all your silver and gold and I’ll be on my way. I’ll even let you keep the copper.”

“N-no,” you stuttered out. You really hoped he couldn’t feel how fast your heart was racing.

One of your arms was pinned between your body and the wall, but the other hung limp at your side, movable from the elbow down. You tried surreptitiously to move your hands and cast a spell, any spell, but the man caught onto that immediately. The vines you had started to grow around his feet died instantly as he grabbed your wrist with his free hand and forced it up by your head.

“We’ll have none of that, thank you,” he said with a threatening chuckle. “If I catch you trying to use magic again, you’ll get more than just a warning. Now tell me where your coin pouch is.”

“I don’t have any coins,” you argued, throwing out the first excuse you could think of. You knew it was a bad one, and the man didn’t believe it for a moment.

“If you’re going to be difficult about this, I’ll have no qualms searching your body for what I want - and it doesn’t matter to me whether you’re conscious for that or not.”

The man shifted his weight, probably in an attempt to free up a hand to search with, and in doing so slid his thigh between your legs. You gasped at the unexpected friction, heat pooling in the pit of your stomach despite the context of the situation. The man stopped moving immediately and looked at you, a sly grin on his lips.

“Oh, so it’s like that, is it? You were probably sneaking around down these back alley ways to meet up with a lover, someone daddy doesn’t approve of so you have to be secretive about it,” he conjectured.

You shook your head, forgetting about the knife until it grazed the side of your neck. There wasn’t nearly enough pressure to cut you, but your breath caught in your throat all the same.

“No? Well then maybe you’re just some common whore who knew there’d be someone like me lurking back here, and you were just so desperate for a fuck that you figured you’d take your chances.”

You squirmed, careful to avoid the knife. As much as you hated to admit it, hearing this man accuse you of such dirty things had a puddle forming in between your legs. Even the way he held you against the wall and pressed a knife to your throat was turning you on - the longer you stayed in that position, the less threatening it felt. Instead of being scared, your brain was focused on being turned on.

“How about we make a deal, sweetheart?” the man suggested, putting your attention back to his face. There was a look in his eyes that let you know he was just as horny as you were. “You let me have my way with you here, and when we’re done we both walk off having had a good time. You can keep your coins that way.”

“No!” you protested.

“Well those are your two choices - I either fuck you or take your money. So what’s it gonna be?”

You tried to shrink back against the wall but of course that didn’t work. Evidently you were taking too long to answer the man’s question, because he pressed against you hard enough to make you gasp.

“Make your choice or I’ll make it for you. Believe me, you won’t like the result if I have to decide.”

You swallowed hard once more before answering, your words coming out as a mumble you could barely even hear.

“What was that, sweetheart? You’ll have to talk a bit louder.” The man tapped the tip of his knife against the underside of your chin, forcing you to look up at him.

“I said fuck me!” you half-shouted in fear. You hadn’t meant to be so loud, but your nerves got the better of you.

The man chuckled. “Well, if the lady insists.”

He shifted his weight to put his knife back in the scabbard on his belt, but before you could even think of moving he was settling his body back over yours. One hand gripped both of your wrists above your head while the other cupped the back of your neck and brought your mouth to his. The thigh that was in between your legs slid forward more, and when your lips parted in an involuntary moan the man took the opportunity to slip his tongue into your mouth.

He tasted sweet and sharp, like the spearmint candies you often treated yourself to when you had a few extra copper for food shopping. The familiar flavor was almost enough to have you wanting to melt into the kiss, but the hard wall behind you kept you grounded in the situation. After a few minutes the man pulled away, breathing just as heavily as you were.

“You certainly are a good kisser,” he said, and you couldn’t help but blush. “Why don’t we find out what else that mouth can do?”

And then you were on your knees. The dirt in the alleyway wasn’t nearly enough to soften the cobblestones below, but you were lowered much more gently than you had expected. Your hands were pinned to the back of your head by one of the man’s own while his other hand worked the front of his pants open. A moment later his cock was freed and it bounced in front of your face; it was long and skinny and already rock hard. Just seeing him stroke up and down a few times had you clenching your thighs in an attempt at feeling any sort of friction where you wanted it most.

“Well, go ahead, sweetheart. Get to work,” the man said, angling his cock so that the head was pointed at your mouth.

You parted your lips hesitantly, poking your tongue out to give a few kitten licks to the tip. The man took a half-step forward, encouraging you to go on. It was hard to balance with your hands pinned to the back of your head, but he steadied you as best as he could while you leaned forward, pulling his cock into your mouth an inch at a time. It weighed heavily on your tongue. You bobbed your head a few times and the man let out a low curse before moving his hand off of his cock and reuniting it with the other on the back of your head. He then pushed into your mouth, slowly and steadily, until the tip of his cock teased the back of your throat.

You gagged, the sound and feeling of which made the man moan, but he eased up on you a bit anyway. You were in no position to move for fear of falling over, so you let him guide you up and down his length as he pleased, sucking and licking to the best of your ability along the way. He gradually picked up speed until he was going so fast that you couldn’t keep up; all you could do was sit there and focus on breathing through your nose as he used your mouth to get off.

You were fairly certain he was going to finish in your mouth and make you swallow it when all of a sudden he pulled you off of him. A string of spit connected your lips to his cock head for a second before it broke and splattered on your chin. You wanted to wipe it off but your hands were still being held.

“I feel like I could fuck your mouth all day and never get tired of it,” the man said with a groan. “But I don’t want to cum just yet. I said we’d both leave here having had a good time, and I’m a man of my word.”

The man helped you to your feet, again being much more gentle with you than his original demeanor would have led you to believe possible, and once you were standing you only had a moment to settle before you were being lifted up and placed on top of a nearby stack of crates. You were perched right on the edge of it, your feet coming up so that your heels were resting there as well, keeping your knees bent.

“Go ahead and lie back for me, sweetheart,” the man said with a nod in your direction.

You complied without issue. It didn’t even cross your mind that he was no longer holding onto you and that you could have potentially made a run for it. Once you were settled on your back, he flipped your skirt up so that it was bunched around your waist. You sucked in a breath at the sensation of the cold air hitting your bare core.

“No panties, huh? And you expected me to believe that you weren’t out here for salacious reasons.” Your face burned with embarrassment; you couldn’t think of anything to say in retaliation to that.

You couldn’t see exactly what he was doing due to your reclined position, so when his fingers finally made contact with your body, the tips of them sliding slowly through your folds, you couldn’t help but flinch. Then he sunk one into you all the way down to the hilt, eliciting a deep moan from you.

“Such a pretty cunt for a pretty whore,” he said, more to himself than to you. You bit your lip to keep from reacting vocally. Despite being put on display for him the way you were, you didn’t want him to know how aroused his degrading words made you. He could feel you getting wetter by the second so there was really no reason to keep yourself quiet, but you had to draw the line somewhere.

He slid his finger in and out of your hole a few times before adding a second one.  This time you couldn’t hold back the sound that wanted to come out of your mouth, and the man took this as encouragement to carry on with his ministrations. Soon you had three fingers pumping in you, prodding at your g-spot while his other hand toyed with your clit. It was no surprise that you were reaching your first orgasm just minutes later. The man continued rubbing you through your high and once you came down from it, you opened your eyes to see him sticking his fingers that were slick with his juices into his mouth.

Then he was leaning over to kiss you again, the strong taste of your arousal undercut by the spearmint flavor from before. He uncurled your hands from where they gripped your skirt and placed them on his chest instead. While you were distracted by his tongue in your mouth and his heartbeat against your fingers, he took the opportunity to slide his cock into your still dripping hole. You flinched, your body instinctively trying to move away from the intrusion.

“Shh, it’s okay. It’s just me. I’m going to make you feel good, remember?” the man whispered against your skin.

“You already did,” you mumbled in response, though you relaxed at his words and let him slide fully into you. The man chuckled at your answer.

“And who says I can’t do it again?”

The pace he set was slow and deep as he pulled his cock out of you almost all the way and then pushed it back in completely each time. You gave yourself over to the feeling while the man kissed and sucked marks into your neck. One of his hands held you firmly by the hip while another pawed at your breast through your shirt. After a moment he moved to undo the ties - unsuccessfully. He continued his struggle against your shirt with increasing frustration before giving into a simpler solution.

“Fuck this,” he growled, pulling his knife out of his belt once more. You gasped and froze, but the tip of the blade never even touched your flesh as he flicked it up the length of your shirt, ruining the ties and baring your chest to him completely.

Once the knife was back where it should have been, he picked up his pace thrusting into you while lavishing your breasts with the attention of his mouth and hand. Your hands gripped his shirt so hard they were starting to ache, but with the rise of your second orgasm approaching fast, you really couldn’t bring yourself to care. His thrusts were just as fast and hard as they had been but they were getting sloppier by the minute.

“I’m so close,” he moaned against your chest.

“Cum inside me,” you pleaded. “Please, please. I’m almost there.”

You didn’t know if it was the sudden pressure of his hand against your clit or the feeling of being filled with his cum that sent you over the edge, but a moment later you were hitting your peak. You cried out in pleasure; luckily neither of you felt like there was a need for secrecy anymore.

Once the two of you had come down from your highs the man stepped back slowly, pulling you off of your perch and into his arms. You hissed in discomfort as your hip had grown stiff from the position you had kept.

“I know, I know,” he whispered comfortingly into your ear. “Just give me one moment and we’ll be back home.”

You felt a familiar tug of magic around you and when you opened your eyes, you were back in the living room of the home you shared with your partner, Jeonghan. He let you down gently onto the sofa, giving you a peck on the forehead before rushing off somewhere else in the house. He was back a moment later with a soft towel he used to wipe you clean and a shirt that he helped you change into. He held your ruined one up for a moment before tossing it to the side and giving you a sheepish look.

“Sorry about that, the ties were giving me too much trouble,” he apologized.

“It’s alright, I understand,” answered with a tired giggle.

Once the two of you were stripped of your boots, cloaks, and anything else that would impede cuddling such as Jeonghan’s belt, knife included, he climbed onto the sofa with you and pulled you into his lap. Your head tucked neatly under his chin and he rubbed your back comfortingly.

“So how was that? Did I live up to your fantasy?” he asked.

“You exceed every fantasy I’ve ever had,” you said, placing a chaste kiss against the column of his throat. “Thank you for indulging in that for me. I know it’s not really a normal thing to ask for…”

“Hey, look at me,” Jeonghan prompted before tilting your head back so that he could look into your eyes. You shivered under his intense gaze, but still felt the comfort and love that radiated from him. “You don’t have to feel awkward or embarrassed or ashamed of anything you want to try out. Sometimes our brains like weird things for reasons we don’t really understand. Hells, I nearly finished in my pants from holding a knife to your throat, you don’t think that was a strange thing for me to come to terms with?”

You chuckled at his sudden outburst. “I mean, that did play nicely into my own ideas for the scenario.”

Jeonghan leaned down to place a soft kiss on your lips, followed by one on your forehead.

“Exactly. We’re both into some uncommon things, and that works for us. I don’t ever want you to feel bad for asking me to do something that makes you feel good. Understand?”

You nodded. “I understand.”

“Good.” Another kiss was planted on your forehead. “Now what do you say we head to bed? All that stalking has really tired me out. I can’t imagine how you’re holding up being on the other side of it.”

At this you burst out laughing. “Stop making me laugh, it feels weird. I’m still so shaky,” you explained.

“I will never stop making you laugh,” Jeonghan insisted. “But, I will stop teasing you tonight. I really wasn’t kidding when I said I was tired and wanted to go to bed.”

With that he lifted you up and carried you to your shared bed. Most of the time this mode of transportation ended in him ravishing you with love, but seeing as you had just put all your effort into fucking each other not half an hour earlier, this time all it resulted in was falling asleep within minutes while nestled in each other’s arms.

[greeneggsandhimbo]

DAY 2 AAAA

Prompt: Gateway!

I had a few ideas for this one but thought they were all either too boring or out of my wheelhouse. So I did something simple but I kinda like it! This lil wooden warrior guy? I like him!

I feel like he only uses wooden weapons, which puts him at a disadvantage while fighting, but it goes to show how good a fighter he is, since he’s fighting with something so rudimentary. He knows he can most asses that need

Tomorrows prompt is dagger and I already have an idea for it that I REALLY wanna do but idk if I can achieve it, so wish me luck!

[yooci19]

Dungeontober challenge day one — wizard! 🔮

[jubileegeode]

day 22 of dungeontober - BOSS

im not doing the whole prompt list though i might do a bit more of it

[stuffbymike]

#dungeontober #sentry (at Hamilton, Ontario) https://www.instagram.com/p/CGGpX5kBsg8/?igshid=mkqguc4lie51

[practicingsmut]

Dungeontober (a D&D themed kinktober event)

You heard it here first, folks. I'm doing a version of kinktober. It won't be a new fic coming out every day (obviously, since I'm posting this announcement on the 2nd) but my goal is to get a fic up every Tuesday, Thursday, and Saturday, leading to a total of 13 fics.

What are the fics, you ask? They are D&D themed smutty one shots featuring the members of Seventeen as different D&D classes. This announcement post will double as a masterlist (assuming I remember to update it) so be sure to check back here for ones you might have missed.

I'm not picking specific kinks to go with each fic so it's not really kinktober, but this is my blog and I do what I want. I also acknowledge that "dungeontober" is probably already a thing but I literally couldn't think of anything else to call it so I'm using it.

Hope y'all enjoy!

Tuesday 3rd - paladin!Seungcheol x cleric!reader

Thursday 5th - cleric!Joshua x rogue!reader

Saturday 7th - rogue!Jeonghan x druid!reader

Tuesday 10th - druid!Soonyoung x bard!reader

Thursday 12th - bard!Seungkwan x artificer!reader

Saturday 14th - artificer!Jihoon x ranger!reader

Tuesday 17th - ranger!Seokmin x monk!reader

Thursday 19th - monk!Minghao x fighter!reader

Saturday 21st - fighter!Vernon x wizard!reader

Tuesday 24th - wizard!Jun x barbarian!reader

Thursday 26th - barbarian!Mingyu x sorcerer!reader

Saturday 28th - sorcerer!Wonwoo x warlock!reader

Tuesday 31st - warlock!Chan x paladin!reader

[practicingsmut]

Thinkin' About You

cleric!joshua x rogue!reader, 2.9k words, joshua is a bit of a perv but still polite about it, warning for blood/injuries/tending to wounds but nothing too detailed

You knew that everyone had those days sometimes, the kind where nothing seemed to go right, but damn did it really suck when those days happened to you.

This trip was meant to be a normal, run of the mill dungeon crawl. In fact, you had almost passed on the job because it had seemed like it would be too easy, but your gold was getting low enough that you didn’t have the luxury of passing on easy jobs even if you wanted to challenge yourself. There were four of you that got hired to retrieve the treasure that your employer was certain had been left at the end of the dungeon and each of you were to get one fifth of it upon retrieval, the last fifth going to the employer, of course. It was more than a fair deal.

The bard and the fighter were both locals, friends who picked up odd jobs here and there with a pretty decent success rate that kept their coin purses heavy. The cleric, Joshua, was like you - new in town and needing to build up some savings. They all seemed decent enough, but you weren’t on the job to make friends, you were on it to make money. Three days after you all met for the first time, your employer had finally gathered all the supplies you’d need for the excursion, and so you headed off to the dungeon in question.

It should have been a two day trip. One day to get through the dungeon, then one day back after a nice long rest. Except there were more monsters than anyone had expected and, much to your chagrin, more traps.

Traps were your thing; whether it was detecting them or disarming them, you were a whiz at it. At least you would be on any other day. The day you went into this dungeon, you seemed to be having the most rotten luck. First it was the pressure plate that you thought you had disabled only for it to trigger the second the fighter stepped foot on it. Luckily the bard had a spell that easily extinguished the flames that erupted. Then it was the trip wire that you hadn’t even seen - this sent a boulder rolling after your group that you only avoided because the fighter was able to pull you all onto a safe ledge in time.

At least the mimic hadn’t been your fault. That had been the bard getting too ahead of himself when he saw a treasure chest. If he had been paying more attention he would have seen the teeth on the thing and you wouldn’t have had to get mimic saliva all over yourself as you stabbed your dagger down on the creature’s tongue to pin it in place.

The arrows, on the other hand, were entirely your fault. You noticed the holes in the wall for what they were immediately and quickly got to work searching for the trigger. It turned out to be a glyph on the wall that would activate as soon as anyone got too close. You found this out when you moved in to get a closer look at it despite the warning from the rest of your party.

The three of them had all managed to get out of the way in time, but being so close to the detonator meant you had no chance of moving quick enough. That’s how you ended up with an arrow stuck in the flesh of your upper arm.

Honestly once the arrow had stopped moving it was more annoying than painful. Then Joshua set himself to the task of removing the arrow and it was back to being painful. You didn’t look while he was doing it so you weren’t sure exactly what he did, but after a minute of intense discomfort the arrow was gone and you were left with a throbbing pain as he wrapped a bandage around your arm to cover the wound.

“Don’t you have a spell to fix this?” you asked through gritted teeth.

“I’m completely tapped out,” he admitted. “We ran into a bit more than expected today and I’m magically exhausted. As long as you don’t bleed out in the night I’ll be able to patch you up better in the morning.”

You could have sworn there was a little smirk playing on the corners of his lips as he tied the bandaid off, making you wince as the whole thing tightened for a moment. He was enjoying seeing you like this. It must have felt like retribution for all the shit you put the rest of the party through during the day. Standing up and wiping his hands off on the front of his tunic, Joshua turned to address your other party members.

“I think it’s best if we rest here. It’s getting late, and we can make better progress when we’ve had a full night of sleep.”

The other two grumbled but ultimately accepted the suggestion. You didn’t say anything, knowing that if you hadn’t kept fucking up you’d already be at the treasure by now instead of only part way through the dungeon.

Luckily you were able to find a small cave off the side of the dungeon proper that had no monsters and few creepy crawlies in it, plus it had plenty of space for the four of you to set up your tents and build a fire in the middle. After a quick meal of bread, cheese, and sausages, the four of you went your separate ways to get some rest.

At least you tried to get some rest. Between the pain in your arm, the snoring coming from one of the other tents, and your thoughts stuck on all the mistakes you had made, you were sure you weren’t going to get to sleep anytime soon. After nearly an hour of tossing and turning you figured there was one thing you could try that might help - touching yourself. An orgasm would be able to take your mind off of things as well as tiring you out.

You didn’t even bother to take off your pants, opting to just reach in past your underwear. Circling your finger around your clit seemed to be doing the trick as you threw your head back and kept your bottom lip between your teeth in order to hold back any moans. It was only when you stretched a little further to reach your hole that you realized you had fucked up once again.

You see, the arrow had hit you in your dominant arm - the one you were currently using to pleasure yourself. By stretching it too far you aggravated the wound and you couldn’t help but let out a yelp of pain which took you right out of the mood. Sighing in frustration, you flopped back onto your bedroll and resigned yourself to having a miserable night.

“Hey, are you alright in there?” Joshua’s voice called through the front flap of your tent a moment later. You jumped at the sudden unexpected sound. “You sounded like you were hurt, is it okay if I come in?”

“Um, yeah, sure,” you answered. You thought everyone had fallen asleep, but there was no way you were loud enough to wake anyone up, even when you called out involuntarily.

Joshua was shirtless when he came into the tent and his hair was mussed in a way that showed he had clearly been trying to sleep, even if he hadn’t been successful. He took one look at you and then hurried over to your side.

“Well, that’s not good,” he muttered, grabbing at your wounded arm.

“What’s not good?”

Then you saw all the blood on the bandage. Of course you hadn’t expected the bleeding to stop immediately when you had no magical aid, but surely it shouldn’t have looked that bad. You turned away, unable to keep your stomach from flipping. Joshua excused himself for just a moment, returning with a tin of something and some fresh bandages. You held out your arm to him so that he could get on with taking care of you. The sooner it was handled the better; you were never the best at dealing with blood.

“Looks like you just pulled at the edge of the cut a bit,” he explained as he spread some of the ointment from the tin along your arm. It left a pleasant cooling effect on the inflamed area. “What were you doing that caused this?”

You tried to shrug, the motion only working halfway as you couldn’t move the arm that Joshua had in his hands. “Nothing, really. I just stretched it too far.”

“Well you had to have been doing something. Seriously, were you doing yoga in here or something?” Something about Joshua’s tone got under your skin.

“I was masturbating, alright?” you admitted, turning to face him. “I’ve had a shit day and wanted to get something good out of it, but clearly that didn’t work.”

Joshua didn’t look up at you, but he did pause his ministrations for a moment before resuming wrapping the wound. Once the new bandage was freshly secured he sat back on his heels and let out a sigh. You never could have imagined the words that were going to come out of his mouth next.

“Do you want some help, getting something good out of the day, I mean?”

You stared at him incredulously before you remembered how to speak. “I’m sorry, are you asking what I think you’re asking?”

“I… I wouldn’t want you to hurt yourself again. If getting off would make you feel better, I’d be happy to help. After all, what are clerics for if not to make people feel better?”

With a bit of pink now coating his cheeks, Joshua turned away. While he wasn’t looking you dropped your eyes to check out his shirtless form. You couldn’t help but admit that the sight of him like this had you getting wet again.

“Yeah. Okay,” you answered.

His head shot up, eyebrows raised as he looked at you. “Are you sure?”

“Just get over here before I change my mind and kick you out for being a perv.”

Joshua didn’t need to be told again. You thought he would come in for a kiss and lay you back on the bedroll so he could be on top, but instead he scooted behind you so that your back was flush with his bare chest. Even with your tunic still on, you could feel the warmth radiating from his body.

“Relax and let me know if I do anything you don’t like,” he whispered against your ear, sending shivers down your spine. Gone was the blushing embarrassment of his offer. The man whose legs were on either side of yours and whose hands were currently creeping under your clothes was confident in what he was doing. Trusting that he would make you feel good, you leaned back so that he was supporting your weight and let him know that he could carry on.

One hand crept under your tunic to grasp at your breasts, thumb catching on your nipple just enough to taunt you but not enough to distract you from what his other hand was doing. Keeping your bad arm pinned beneath his so that you couldn’t do any more damage, the hand that wasn’t playing with your nipple slipped into your pants to play with your cunt. His middle finger teased your hole while his thumb pressed into your clit.

“Joshua,” you moaned.

He immediately hushed you. “You have to stay quiet. You don’t want the others to wake up and find you like this, do you?”

“I don’t know, waking you up seemed to work pretty well in my favor,” you retorted, though you lowered your voice to match his volume.

“Oh, I wasn’t asleep.” One finger dipped inside you up to the first knuckle. It was just enough for you to feel it but not enough to really get you going.

“Yeah? What were you doing still up?”

Suddenly Joshua was scooting your hips back and you couldn’t help but gasp at the sudden movement. Joshua’s erection pressed hard against your lower back now that there was as little space between the two of you as possible.

“Much the same as you,” he answered. You could tell from his voice that he was smiling. From this position he was able to properly finger you, reaching his finger all the way in and playing with your g-spot.

“Well, I’m glad I got your attention so that we could work things out together.” You struggled to get the words out through your ragged breathing, but Joshua got the message.

“You have no idea. I was actually thinking of you,” he admitted. “Been thinking about you non stop since we met.”

“Yeah? For four days now you’ve been imagining fucking me? You really are a perv,” you laughed.

“I wasn’t going to do anything about it, not until you indicated that you might be interested in making those thoughts a reality.” A second finger was added inside you and he picked up his speed. The hand that had barely brushed against your nipple now pinched it.

“Ah, Joshua,” you gasped. His hands immediately came to a standstill, leaving you to whine in dissatisfaction.

“What did I say about being quiet?” he asked. “Are you going to be able to be quiet for me?”

“I… probably not,” you admitted. You were very vocal in bed, something that had never been an issue up until this point.

The hand that was under your shirt moved to cover your mouth. It was warm and heavy and pushed your head back so that it was resting on Joshua’s shoulder, baring your throat to him. He placed a kiss on the newly exposed skin before he picked back up with fingering you.

“Come on beautiful, cum for me,” he encouraged.

You squirmed in his grasp as he continued to pleasure you. On top of being vocal, you were very physical when it came to sex. You couldn’t help it; all of your nerves felt like they were on fire as your orgasm creeped closer and closer to completion. You let out a loud whine, grateful that Joshua’s hand blocked most of the noise from getting out. A moment later you hit your peak and let yourself sigh back against Joshua as the high of your orgasm subsided.

“Fuck, I wish I could take you right here and now,” Joshua said as he slid his hands off of you and eased you off of him so he could get up. He stuck the fingers that had been inside you into his mouth, licking them clean of your wetness.

“Yeah? And who says you can’t?” you asked, watching him turn and rummage through your bag for a moment before coming back with some clean undergarments for you. How charming, that he wasn’t about to leave you all sticky.

“The time, for one. We really do need to get some rest for tomorrow. Besides, I’d rather not have to worry about the wound on your arm when I want to focus on fucking you,” he said as he eased your ruined pants and underwear down on your legs. You cringed at the feeling, but relaxed as Joshua wiped you clean with one of the spare clothes he had brought back from his tent. He then pulled the clean clothes onto you.

“So what you’re saying is tomorrow night you’ll come back here and fuck me the way I deserve?” you asked, an eyebrow quirked upwards.

Joshua flashed you a flirty smile. “I’d like nothing more than that.”

You watched as he cleaned the space up a bit more and gathered his things to bring back to his tent. He wished you a good night and moved to leave, but stopped in the doorway and turned back to face you as you called out his name.

“What is it?”

“You haven’t… I mean, you never kissed me,” you said bashfully. Now it was your turn to blush. “It’s just that…”

Joshua was at your side again in two strides, tilting your head up with a hand under your chin. His face was close enough that you could feel his breath tickle your lips.

“You don’t have to explain anything to me,” he insisted. “Just tell me what you’d like me to do and I’ll do it.”

“I’d like for you to kiss me,” you whispered, feeling self-conscious despite the fact that his fingers had just been inside you minutes before.

His lips were just as soft as you had imagined them as they pressed against yours, but all too soon the kiss was broken. The two of you looked at each other for a moment longer before he retreated to the tent’s opening once more.

“Tomorrow night, I’ll kiss you however many times you want, wherever you want,” he promised with a smile.

Even after he was gone and you could faintly hear him moving around in the tent beside yours you sat there thinking about him and the things to come. It was only after he had settled down and the only constant sound was the snoring of one of your other party members that you reclined yourself, content to fall asleep now that the day hadn’t been a complete bust.

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If I

paladin!seungcheol x cleric!reader, 2.7k words, bit of a pain kink, reader gets to dom while seungcheol is the sub, I can't believe this is the second time I've written this man as the reader's ex

Seungcheol wasn’t supposed to come back. You were never supposed to see each other again. At least, that’s what you had convinced yourself he had told you on the night he left all those months ago. You had done your best to block out the memory, so you could be getting a few of the details wrong. All that mattered was that he had left on a mission to set up a new temple dedicated to Eldath, the goddess you both served, leaving you brokenhearted and alone.

And now here he was, sweaty hair hanging in front of his face and dirt smudged all over his armor, having just walked back into the main hall of the temple you still worked at. You ducked quickly into the closest doorway hoping that he wouldn’t catch sight of you and it seemed to be working. As you peeked around the corner you saw him start to walk in your direction, so with a squeal you pressed yourself back against the door as far as you could and prayed to Eldath that he wouldn’t see you.

A moment later he was walking past you, completely oblivious to your position. You waited until he was once more out of sight before letting your breath out in a heavy sigh and heading in the other direction. Feigning a headache, you convinced your superior to let you get out of the rest of your duties for the rest of the day. With Seungcheol back there was no way you would be able to focus and you just wanted to go back to your room.

It was all you could do to focus on putting one foot in front of the other. You were almost back to your room, just one more hall to go, when suddenly you collided with someone coming around a blind corner. You stepped backwards onto the hem of your robes and would have fallen flat on your ass had the person you ran into not had the reflexes to be able to catch you and hold you steady.

With an acknowledgement of thanks already on your lips you looked up only for the words to die in your mouth the second you realized that you were intimately familiar with the brown eyes that looked back at you.

“Seungcheol,” you spat, stepping out of his grasp immediately. His eyebrows furrowed in confusion - clearly he was expecting a much more positive welcome. You moved around him but he caught you by the wrist with just enough pressure to keep you from continuing on without actually hurting you.

“Darling, wait—” he started, but you spun to face him and caught him off guard.

“You don’t get to call me that, Seungcheol. Now let go of me.” You tugged your arm easily out of his grip, hating how your skin tingled as his fingertips caressed the back of your hand.

“Please just hear me out,” he begged. “I’m sorry, and you don’t have to accept my apology, but at the very least I’d like to explain why I did what I did.”

You were tempted to yell at him some more, but you didn’t have the energy for that. You dragged your hand down your face with a sigh before answering.

“Fine. But not here.”

With that you turned on your heel and strode off, not looking back to see if Seungcheol was following you or not. Two minutes later you were both standing in your room.

“Go on. Explain,” you prompted after several moments of Seungcheol observing you silently. Part of you wanted to squirm under his gaze but you held your ground.

“There really was a chance that I wasn’t coming back from this mission. I didn’t want you to sit around waiting for me forever.”

“That’s not what you said, though, was it? No, you told me that you definitely weren’t coming back and that you didn’t want any loose ends left behind,” you replied, defiant eyes staring back at his sad ones. “You called me a loose end.”

“And I regretted it every day after.”

“Oh, well I’m glad you regret treating me like shit,” you cried, throwing your hands up in exasperation.

“I thought it would be easier for you to get over me if you hated me,” Seungcheol admitted. “Though now I’m hoping now that my plan didn’t work. Is that selfish?”

“Everything you do is selfish,” you said with a bitter laugh.

There was a pause, the only sounds in the otherwise silent room being your breaths and the squeak of the floor as he took a step forward. One hand gently cupped your face and tilted it so that Seungcheol could rest his forehead against yours. A jolt of electricity shot through you, though you managed to smother the gasp that threatened to leave your lips.

“And if I promise to change that? Will you give me a second chance?” he asked. His voice was barely above a whisper and you could feel his breath tickle the side of your face. You thought for a moment before responding.

“Prove it. Prove to me that you’re going to work on changing and that you deserve a second chance,” you challenged. There was a spark of something behind his eyes - hope, maybe.

“I’d do anything to prove it to you,” he said. You stepped back and watched his hand fall back to his side.

“Strip,” you ordered, delighting in the confusion that graced his face. “Then get on the bed.”

“What are you—” You pushed against his chest not hard enough to do any damage but with just enough force that he stumbled back. The bed hit the backs of his knees, making them fold and bringing him to a sitting position.

“You said you’d do anything to prove that you won’t be selfish anymore. So you’re going to strip and lay back on the bed so that I can use you to make myself feel good. Alright?” You tilted your head at him, making sure he understood that he could say no. You may have been incredibly pissed at him, but you weren’t going to push him to do anything he didn’t agree to.

A moment passed before he said anything. “Alright.”

And then he was naked, sprawled out on your bed with his hands tied above his head. He strained against the bindings as he watched you pull your clothing off piece by piece, until eventually you were naked too. Throwing one leg over him, you straddled his thighs. His already hard cock twitched against his stomach when he saw your cunt was practically dripping without having had to do anything.

“Hmm, I think I like you better like this,” you said with a smirk. One of your hands rested on his hip while the other dipped between your legs to play with yourself. You made sure to keep your eyes on Seungcheol’s face as you rubbed small circles on your clit, loving the way his face scrunched as you let out an exaggerated moan. His thighs tensed beneath you.

“Darling…” Seungcheol said with a warning tone to his voice. Like he was going to do anything - you were in charge, not him. You didn’t even bother to correct him about his use of the pet name.

“What is it? Upset that I’m being selfish and touching myself and not you?” You let out another moan as you dipped a finger into your hole.

“You said you were going to use me, not make me sit here and watch while you ignored me,” he pointed out.

“I did say that, didn’t I? Well, I wouldn’t want to make myself into a liar,” you replied. “Here, clean this off for me.”

Without warning, you slid your finger out of yourself and into Seungcheol’s mouth. He had opened it to say something, but the words were lost as he twisted his finger around the digit. You clenched around nothing as you felt yourself grow wetter from watching him desperate to please you. As wonderful as that was, you needed more, so you pulled your finger free, which elicited a whine from Seungcheol. A moment later that whine turned into a groan as you settled your bare cunt on top of his hardened member. You closed your eyes and focused on the friction that rocking back and forth brought to your clit.

“Fuck…” Seungcheol breathed out. You immediately stopped your movements so that you could lean forward and press your hand over his mouth.

“Shut up. I didn’t tell you to speak.”

You had never been this mean to him, even during previous nights experimenting in the bedroom. You were having a good time being in charge like this, though, and judging by the precum dribbling out of Seungcheol’s cock, he was enjoying it as well.

“This is about me getting off, not you. You shouldn’t even be thinking about your cock right now.”

Seungcheol couldn’t help himself; something about the way you spoke to him had him feeling frenzied in his need to get off. His hips jerked involuntarily, eliciting a gasp from you and a moan from him. You ground down hard, using all of your weight to keep him in place.

“What did I just say to you?”

He mumbled something against your hand, repeating the words once you moved it out of the way. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to.” 

“Just because you didn’t mean to do something doesn’t mean you shouldn’t be punished for it,” you taunted. His eyes snapped to yours at the mention of punishment. “What do you think I should do?”

“Slap me,” he said without an ounce of hesitation. Your eyebrow arched in surprise.

“Is that what you…” you started, trailing off as you realized you were going to ask if that was what he wanted. It would ruin the game you had going on if he admitted that he wanted you to do these things with him, so you rearranged the sentence in your head. “Is that what you think you deserve?”

Seungcheol nodded a little too enthusiastically, going so far as to tilt his head for you to get a better angle for your hand. You hadn’t expected the sound of skin on skin to be quite so loud, nor did you expect your palm to tingle after making contact with his face. You thought you might have gone too far, but with the moan Seungcheol has started to let out before biting back it was clear that he got exactly what he expected.

It wasn’t news to you that Seungcheol had a bit of a pain kink; he had asked you on several occasions to indulge him by pulling on his hair or biting marks into his chest and thighs. Nothing had ever felt quite this physical, though. You added slapping to your mental list of things to bring up in the serious conversation you were going to have after this.

“I’m getting tired and I just want to cum,” you said, feigning a yawn. “I’m going to ride you, but you know this is supposed to be about making me feel good. Promise to be good and let me know when it gets too distracting for you to focus on me?”

Seungcheol nodded. You couldn’t help but notice the reddening hand print you had left on his face.

“I need to hear words, Seungcheol.”

“Y-yes, darling. I promise that this is all about you.”

You leaned down to kiss his cheek and Seungcheol gasped as your lips made contact with the tender skin. “Good.”

One finger hadn’t been enough to prepare you for the stretch of his cock inside of you, but you made do. Inch by inch you sunk down until you hit the base. There you paused, watching the rapid rise and fall of Seungcheol’s chest. He didn’t pull against the bonds holding his arms to the headboard, but his hands were clenched tight into fists.

It didn’t take long for you to find a rhythm that had your head spinning. You leaned back with your hands braced against his tense thighs in order to get an angle that had the tip of his cock kissing your g-spot with every thrust.

“How does that feel, Seungcheol?” you asked breathily.

“Good,” he answered immediately before realizing his mistake. “I mean, I hope it feels good for you.” The strain in his voice made it clear just how much he was holding back.

“Oh it feels wonderful,” you teased. “You know I’ve always loved being stuffed with your cock.” Seungcheol let out a strangled moan; dirty talk was another thing that brought him to his climax fast and you were determined to get him there.

“Fuck! I’m- I’m cumming,” he choked out.

You moved back quickly and watched his cock fall out of you. It twitched against his stomach as his cum oozed out in a few unsatisfying bursts. Seungcheol bemoaned the ruined orgasm and you could have sworn you saw a single tear slip down his cheek.

“I told you that this was about me, didn’t I? You forgot about that and so you had to be punished again.”

“I’m sorry, I’m so sorry.” He flinched as you ran the tips of your fingers along his sensitive member. Despite having just orgasmed, he was already getting hard again under your ministrations.

“I know you are. And that’s why you’re going to sit there and take it while I ride you again, this time until I cum. Isn’t that right?”

“No, I’m too—”

“No? You’re going to tell me no after you promised that you’d do anything to prove that you weren’t going to be selfish anymore? It seems pretty selfish to me that you don’t want me to cum.” You knew that you were at risk of pushing the envelope too far, but you trusted Seungcheol to tell you when lines were being crossed.

“Please,” he finally whimpered. “Use me. Cum on my cock.”

A devious smile crossed your lips “That’s more like it.”

This time around you decided not to play games with him. You actually did want to orgasm soon, so as you bounced up and down on Seungcheol’s dick you used one hand to rub your clit and the other to hold your balance. You climaxed moments later, keeping up your momentum despite feeling like you could barely hold yourself up.

“Cum inside me,” you pleaded, urging Seungcheol into his second orgasm. “I want to be so full of you.”

Your words might as well have been a spell, seeing as Seungcheol immediately did what you asked. You continued riding him through both of your orgasms, falling forward onto his chest once you couldn’t stay upright for even a moment longer. You didn’t want to move, but you made yourself reach up to untie his hands. They wrapped around you a moment later, pulling you as close as you could possibly get. Seungcheol’s cock slipped out of you and you could feel your cunt dripping with his cum, but you decided to take care of that later.

“Is that alright?” you asked, tilting your head to look Seungcheol in the face.

“It was better than anything I could have possibly expected from you, coming back here the way I did. It certainly was better than I deserved.” There was a note of disappointment in his voice, and you knew it was himself he was disappointed in.

He rubbed at his cheek, wincing as he touched the tender skin where your handprint was still outlined. You moved your hand up to join his there and muttered a few words, letting the healing magic flow out of your fingertips. The pain may have been a bonus during sex, but now that you were done you didn’t want it to linger.

“I could have done that myself,” he said.

“I know, but I wanted to do it.”

Once again Seungcheol had both of his arms around you and he squeezed you as if he were afraid to let go. He pressed a chaste kiss to your hairline before speaking.

“We have a lot of talking to do.”

“We do,” you agreed. “But that can wait. Right now I don’t want to think about any of that. I just want to focus on how good it feels to have you back here with me.”

“Well if that’s what you want, then who am I to say no?” he replied with a smile.

You smiled back and snuggled closer, letting your heartbeat fall into rhythm with his own.

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Oh My!

druid!soonyoung x bard!reader, 2.5k words, dry humping, sorry that this one's a little lackluster I've been sick and haven't had the time to work on it as much as I wanted

You weren’t lost. Sure, you were in a forest you had never been in before, and you couldn’t find the path marked on your map again after having stepped off of it hours ago to find a secluded place to do your business, but that didn’t mean you were lost. You had a map, and you were sure that eventually you’d find some sort of landmark that will help you find exactly where you were on the little piece of paper you held in front of you.

At least, you were sure up until the point that you stepped in a snare and ended up dangling six feet off the ground from your ankle. That certainly put a damper on things. You attempted to catch your bag as it slid off your back, but only succeeded in sending everything in it flying as it was knocked a few feet away. You cursed to yourself and hoped to the gods that your lyre hadn’t broken. The strings had just been replaced and you didn’t have enough money to repair them again.

For a little while you did try to get out of your predicament. You weren’t sure how long you were at it, but a decent effort was made. Eventually, though, you gave up with a sigh and resigned yourself to your fate, knowing that the owner of the snare would be by at some point to check it. You pushed down any thoughts of the snare being abandoned that threatened to sneak up on you.

Despite the odd positioning, you actually found yourself dozing off a couple of times. Your eyes were closed, your breathing slowing into a deep, steady rhythm, when a twig snapped behind you. A small scream escaped your lips and you flailed about for a moment before realizing that you couldn’t really do anything. All you could do was wait for whoever or whatever snapped the twig to come into your line of sight and hope that they were friendly.

The man looked friendly, at the very least. You could tell immediately from the armor he wore and the staff he carried that he was a druid of some sort. Druids tended to be nice people, you told yourself. His eyes were near-closed into crescent shapes as he stifled a laugh.

“You, uh, you need some help there?” he asked.

You rolled your eyes. “Oh no, I’m just hanging out, perfectly fine,” you spat back. Maybe he was being a little too friendly as he laughed at your situation. “Obviously I need some help, I need to get down.”

The man threw his hands up in surrender. “Sorry, sorry. Just poking a little fun is all. We’ll get you down in no time.”

You were dangling much too high for the part of the snare that cinched around your ankle to be disarmed, so he moved to the other end where it was attached to a tree. You watched intently as he fiddled with it for a moment and then the air was being knocked out of you as you fell unceremoniously to the ground like a sack of potatoes. The man rushed over immediately, hesitating for a second before reaching forward to help you up.

“I am so sorry, I should have realized you’d come down fast,” he said, clearly wanting to do something to help you but not wanting to cross any boundaries you might have.

“No, it’s alright. It didn’t hurt too bad, it was just a surprise. Thank you for helping me down,” you replied.

“I’m Soonyoung, by the way.” You introduced yourself in turn before asking that he help you to your feet.

Your right leg was fine, if a little bit unused to working. Your left leg - the one that had been caught in the snare - refused to hold you up. Pins and needles shot up the length of it the second you tried to put your weight on it. You lurched forward and Soonyoung was barely able to catch you in time and keep you from falling back to the ground. One of his strong arms held you around your back while you leaned against his chest. Even with the leather armor he wore you could tell he was quite muscular, and you blushed at the realization of how close the two of you were.

“I think I might have been up there for a bit too long,” you muttered. Soonyoung chuckled in response. “Would you mind getting me to that tree over there so I can lean against it and then helping me gather my things? My bag fell when I was pulled into the air and my things sort of scattered.”

Soonyoung nodded and did just as you asked. A moment later you had all of your things once more packed safely away - your lyre was unharmed except for some smudges of dirt, thankfully - and you could finally think about what you were going to do next. Unfortunately, you had no idea what you were going to do.

“You wouldn’t happen to know where the nearest inn is, would you?” you asked. “I had hoped to make it to Neverwinter proper before nightfall, but I don’t think that’s a possibility anymore, both with my loss of time and my newly acquired injury.”

“Unfortunately, you’re deeper in the woods than you must have realized. The nearest village is almost two days’ travel by foot, much more than that with your leg the way it is,” Soonyoung explained. Two days? The only way that was possible is if you went in the exact wrong direction after getting lost that morning - something that was very much a possibility. You hung your head and sighed, about to resign yourself to another sad night camping in the woods, when Soonyoung spoke up again. “My home isn’t too far from here. You’re welcome to stay with me.”

You looked up at him, sure that your face bore a resemblance to a puppy pleading for scraps of food at the dinner table. “Are you sure? You’ve already helped me and I wouldn’t want to impose upon you.”

“It wouldn’t be imposing at all. In fact, it’s been quite a while since I’ve had any visitors, and the company would be a nice change of pace.” He flashed that same smile that made his eyes crinkle at you once more. How could you say no to that?

Leaning most of your wait on Soonyoung for support, the two of you moved slowly through the forest in the direction of his home. It felt good to be going in a sure direction rather than just wandering around hoping you were headed the right way. The sun moved overhead and was starting to get low in the sky, though it hadn’t yet begun to set. You were limping badly but you were doing alright, right up until you tripped on a tree root you hadn’t noticed. It was all thanks to Soonyoung’s tight grip on your waist that you didn’t fall flat on your face.

“Would it be easier if I carried you?” he offered. “It would let you rest your leg, and plus we’d get there much more quickly.”

“Soonyoung, you’ve already done so much for me—” you started protesting.

“And I wouldn’t offer to do more unless I was willing to actually do it,” he interrupted. “People have to help each other when they can. It’s only right.”

You nodded, unable to help yourself from melting a little at his soft voice. It truly was lucky that you were rescued from your stupidity by someone so incredibly kind. It also didn’t hurt that he was handsome, too. You hoped he couldn’t hear how hard your heart was pounding as he scooped you into his arms, one of them supporting your back while the other went behind the crook of your knees. Your arms found their way around his neck to hold you steady and your back sat right in your lap for easy transport.

He wasn’t kidding when he said you’d arrive at his home much more quickly if you weren’t walking. You hadn’t realized how much you were holding him up until you weren’t anymore. It couldn’t have been more than an hour from the time he picked you up until the time his front door came into view. His home was a cute little cottage with a tree growing straight up the center of it, the canopy of which spread out far beyond the bounds of the building.

You thought he’d put you down outside so that he could open the door, but he had no trouble whatsoever doing so with you still in his arms. Living in the woods so far from other people must mean that locking the door was unnecessary. The living room you stepped into was cluttered in the coziest type of way and Soonyoung set you down on the most comfortable sofa you had ever felt beneath you.

“Would you like some tea?” he asked, but before you could answer he was gone, off to what you assumed was the kitchen.

You relaxed on the sofa and listened to the whistling of the kettle while you waited for him to return, rubbing your sore hip in an attempt to alleviate some of the pressure. Luckily your boot had been thick enough that the snare wire hadn’t cut into your ankle, or else you would have been more worried about that than your hip. Just a few minutes later Soonyoung was back with a whole tray of tea accoutrements.

You accepted a cup from him, mixing in a decent scoop of sugar before pulling it close to your chest in the hopes that the heat of it would help you relax more. You watched as Soonyoung fiddled with his own cup for a minute before sitting on the floor, his back against the side of the sofa. It was then that you realized you were taking up all of the seating.

“Oh my gods, let me move out of the way,” you offered. Soonyoung tried to wave you off and insist that that wasn’t necessary, but you were already putting your cup of tea down and shifting to pull your legs in. A loud crack resounded through the air as a sharp pain shot through your hip and up your back.

Soonyoung was on you a moment later, concern etched deeply on his face. One hand came to rest on your upper back while the other hovered over your injured hip while he waited for permission to touch you there. After you nodded and his warm hand settled gently on the joint. You winced in pain before Soonyoung started rubbing his hand over the injured area; the pressure was uncomfortable for a moment before it started to chase away the pain. You found yourself melting into his touch, especially after he shifted the two of you so that you were on your back with your legs over his and he was half leaning over you.

He had to have been working some sort of druid magic as he massaged over your hip. A warm slightly tingling feeling radiated out from the area he touched; you closed your eyes and threw your head back against the arm of the sofa as you relished in it. A moan slipped out of your mouth a moment later completely involuntarily. Your eyes shot open and your face flushed with embarrassment, but Soonyoung didn’t seem awkward about the situation. Quite the opposite, in fact - his breathing was steady but heavy, and when you trailed your eyes down the length of his torso they came to rest on a very obvious tent in his pants.

You put a hand on his to stop him and only then did the embarrassment and shame cross his face, but you only wanted to halt him temporarily so that you could rearrange yourself on the couch. You moved slowly so as to not further injure your hip, settling into a position where your upper body was laying flat while your legs were twisted onto their side and your knees were bent. Your bad hip was the one facing upwards.

Placing your hands on Soonyoung’s shoulders, you gave him plenty of time to move away should he want to, but he didn’t. You pulled him down so that he was laying overtop of you, his arms holding him up so that he didn’t crush you underneath him. You bit your lip to stifle the moan that wanted to come out of your mouth when his clothed erection came into contact with your clothed core.

“Is this alright?” you asked. Your voice came out in a whisper as if talking too loud would ruin the moment that was building between the two of you.

Soonyoung cleared his throat before answering in just as soft a voice. “Yeah, it’s uh… it’s alright.” You chuckled and leaned up to press a light kiss to his cheek before laying back and letting him take charge.

He moved slowly at first, almost too slow for your liking, his hips rocking back and forth. His hard cock rubbed against you with just enough pressure to leave you wanting more, catching your clit and teasing you through the layers of clothing you wore. He also leaned over you at just the right angle that his pelvis was on your hip, massaging it not quite effectively as his hand did. You welcomed the contact all the same.

Soonyoung picked up speed incrementally, the change so minimal that you barely even noticed it was happening until suddenly he was moving at a speed you didn’t want him to change. Your hands scrambled for something to grip so he brought his forward to lace your fingers together on either side of your head.

“Just like that,” you gasped out. “Keep doing that.”

“Fuck, I’m so close,” he responded.

A moment later you felt a shudder run through him as he reached his peak. He kept up with his pace until you were orgasming too, the slickness of your underwear starting to get to you as you both came down from your highs.

“Are you okay? I didn’t hurt you, did I?” Soonyoung asked, a hand trailing over your hip. It was still sore, of course, but the high of orgasming did a wonderful job of distracting you from it.

“No, you didn’t hurt me,” you answered with a giggle. “I do feel a little gross though. Maybe a bath is in order? I might need some help getting there, though.” You still didn’t trust yourself to be able to walk very far. As much as your hip felt okay now, it would probably start throbbing again the second you put weight on it.

“Oh, don’t worry. I can help with that,” Soonyoung assured you. He then scooped you into his arms, pressing kisses along the side of your face as he carried you deeper into his home.

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DAY 3: DAGGER

I drew my sona stabbing me 😁

That’s really it.

Idk what I’m doing for tomorrow cuz the prompt is just an environment (dungeon) and also I’m doing the global 24 hour animation challenge (against like 500 other teams 😬) Wish me luck cuz I’m gonna be animating and a ton of other things I don’t have a ton of experience in ;-; My team is Framed Clowns btw! Wish us luck!

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DUNGEONTOBER DAY ONE ☝️ Prompt: Dragon

(Don’t say it don’t say it don’t say it)

I’m using @psilxcube on insta’s Dungeontober list cuz this years inktober SUCKS (what in the Dora the Explorer is that shit lol)

This wasn’t the idea I had planned like..at all but I went with it. It was originally going be just a hot anthro dragon man maybe a wyvern in there yknow NORMAL SHIT and then poof!

THIS SHIT!

Aaaaaaaaaaaa

Anyway they’ve definitely explored each others bodies

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bard!seungkwan x artificer!reader, 1.4k, really this is more a small piece of angsty hurt/comfort with just a dash of smut in it but it's fine

Sex with Seungkwan was slow. Sensual. He’d taken the time to learn your body almost better than you knew it yourself and boy did he put that knowledge to good use. When to give more, when to pull away, when to keep you on the edge of your orgasms and when to send you crashing.

Seungkwan had gotten especially good at using sex as an apology. As a bard he made his living traveling from town to town, spending a few nights at one tavern before moving onto the next, telling stories and singing songs for people who were more than happy to give up their coin. Lately his trips away had gotten longer, his visits home shorter. He claimed that he was doing this to take care of you, but you knew that wasn’t the case. You made more than enough to support the both of you with your shop - adventurers paid hefty sums for your enchanted weapons and armor. The real reason he was away for so long is because he loved the attention. Sometimes you wondered if he loved it more than he loved you.

You hated yourself for having that thought. You especially hated that you were having it right at that moment when Seungkwan’s face was between your legs. His tongue licked lazy stripes through your core, teasing your clit with every flick of the tip. Normally you’d let yourself melt into his touch and forget your troubles, but something about it wasn’t working this time.

“Stop, stop,” you mumbled, pushing Seungkwan away and sitting up so you were perched on the edge of your bed. Seungkwan sat back on his heels and looked up at you, confusion etched on his face.

“Is everything alright?” he asked

“Yeah, I just… I’m not in the mood like I thought I was,” you said. “Sorry.”

“No, it’s fine,” Seungkwan assured.

He moved to sit next to you, but when he put an arm around your shoulder you just shrugged him off and stood up. It felt wrong treating him this coldly, but you didn’t know how else to deal with what you were feeling. Ignoring the way his stare felt like it was boring holes in your back, you busied yourself with getting redressed and moving into the kitchen. Seungkwan followed a few minutes later.

“Hey, can we talk?” he asked. You froze for half a second before continuing to get yourself something to drink. You hoped he hadn’t noticed the hesitation.

“Yeah, of course,” you answered, not turning around to face him. Something sounded wrong about your voice, almost like the words were trying too hard to be casual.

Seungkwan didn’t say anything else right away. Instead he came up from behind you to take your glass out of your hand and put it on the counter. He then gently spun you around so that you were facing him, making you look at him face to face.

The look in his eyes was enough to have your heart breaking. Regret seeped into every part of your being for treating him the way you had. A serious talk had to happen for both of your sakes, and now was as good a time as any.

“I don’t like how long you’re gone,” you said, voice breaking halfway through the sentence as you started to cry. Seungkwan immediately pulled you into his arms, strong and warm. “I feel like you’re away twice as often as you’re here and I just get so lonely. Even when you are home lately, you’re always out doing things and I sit here waiting for you to get back,” you mumbled against his neck.

“My love, I—” Seungkwan started, but you interrupted him by pulling back just far enough that you could see his face again while still being able to hold each other. He was crying just as much as you were.

“I’m not done. I also want to say that I feel so selfish for wanting you home all the time. You love traveling and performing, and I don’t want to take that away from you. Sometimes I think maybe our lifestyles just aren’t compatible anymore…”

Seungkwan leaned forward to kiss your forehead and when he pulled back he wiped the tears off of your cheeks with his thumbs.

“First of all, I’m upset you didn’t come to me with this before. I don’t blame you for feeling the way you do, but when you have these feelings you can’t ignore them. We work through this stuff together, right?”

You nodded.

“Second, I have been away from home a lot recently. I see now that I should have talked to you about what I was doing, but I thought this would make a good surprise.”

“Surprise?” you echoed. Seungkwan was a man of habit more than he was one of surprises. Whenever things would stray from routine, he was always the one to bring it up first.

“I’ve been traveling more because I wanted to save enough to buy that old building on the edge of town and renovate it. I was going to let you know about it when I had the deed in my hands, but that still feels like it’s a long way off.”

“What would you buy that old thing for?” You tried not to sound judgmental, but the emotion slipped into your voice anyway, causing Seungkwan to laugh. You couldn’t help it - the building in question wasn’t quite falling apart, but it had been out of use for as far as you could remember and would take a lot of work to clean up.

“Well, with the town growing as it has these past few years, I had this idea that I could open a tavern of my own. We’ve only got one here right now, but more and more travelers have come through as of late and sometimes they have to be turned away. If I had my own tavern here, then I could still play my music for everyone and be home in bed with you every night. Plus I feel like it’d be a bit more profitable than just being a traveling bard.”

As Seungkwan spoke you felt the tightness in your chest release as you burst into tears again. These were happy tears, though, as you were quick to explain to Seungkwan, who looked more concerned than ever. His cheeks were still wet from his own tears but a smile broke out across his face.

“You’re so stupid,” you said playfully. “If you had told me about this then I could have helped you out. I do have quite a bit of money saved up that you could use for repairs and renovations.”

Seungkwan shook his head. “I wanted to be able to do this on my own. You’ve been taking care of most of our finances ever since we moved in together and I feel bad about that.”

“You’ve never brought that up before,” you countered, raising one eyebrow. Seungkwan chuckled.

“Yeah, I know. How hypocritical of me.”

“Well I wasn’t going to say it, but…”

“Anyway, I also wanted to raise the money myself because I was thinking that we could pull from both our savings in order to host the tavern’s inaugural event when it does open.” “And what kind of event are you thinking of?” you asked.

“A wedding,” Seungkwan said. After a pause, he clarified. “Our wedding.”

“Oh.” You stared at Seungkwan for a long moment letting the idea sink in.

“Is that something you would want to do?” he asked.

“Of course,” you answered. “There would just be a lot of planning to do that. We should talk logistics - the timeline of getting the tavern set up, how many people it can hold, who we want to invite to the wedding—”

“I would be more than happy to talk logistics with you,” Seungkwan interrupted. He slid his hand slowly down your back and let it rest on the curve of your hip, sending chills down your spine. “But first, I think we were in the middle of something? Unless this impending conversation isn’t what had taken you out of the mood…”

You responded by pulling him in for a kiss, one that was harder than what usually happened between the two of you. He let out a gasp of surprise before melting into it. When you finally broke away he pouted, clearly disappointed, until he heard the words you said next.

“Get on your knees.”

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Dungeontober Update

so I'm having a bit of a rough time health-wise lately, and I've made the executive decision to not stress myself out trying to get all the fics out on time when I'm feeling so ill. I will still write these fics, but they'll be put up whenever I feel well enough to get them up. thanks in advance for understanding

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