#facial elixirs

[jack1908jone]

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[facialserum]

Everything You Need To Know About Facial Serum

If there is one thing that is ravishing the beauty world then that has to be facial serum. So many influencers are now seen using different types of facial serums. Have you ever thought the importance behind this product? If not, then read till the end of this post to learn more.

What is facial serum?

Facial serums are targeted to be concentrated formulations, which are designed to penetrate deeply and quickly within skin for addressing common issues regarding skin damage and aging.

Serums are known to have beneficial ingredients within like collagen, brightening serums, nutrients, antioxidants and more.

Some of them have vitamins as well, which should be applied after cleansing and toning your skin.

Make sure to use serums before moisturizer to prep your skin for the moisturizing oil to penetrate deep within.

How do they work?

As the FACIAL ELIXIRS are highly viscous in nature, they get absorbed into the skin rather quickly when massaged in anti-clockwise direction.

It helps in delivering all the noted hydration and vitamins at cellular level.

Moreover, these serums contain fewer types of filler, lubricating agents and thickeners when compared to moisturizers.

So, the ingredients available are able to absorb faster for optimizing the performance level big time.

The benefits involved:

In case you are suffering from lax or uneven skin condition, then facial serum is the right answer for you. It helps in reducing visible impact on your current skin. Serums work wonderfully to improve the firmness of your skin, and even out the tone and smoothness of it all. It further helps in reducing appearance of the wrinkles and fine lines.

Get your hands on the best serums available online. Purchasing serums online means you are about to save a great deal of money from your pocket.

[radiodread]

[thehairtransplantworld]

How Long Do Beard Transplants Last?

The longevity of a beard transplant largely depends on various factors, including the skill of the surgeon, the quality of the transplant procedure, and how well the patient follows post-operative care instructions. In general, a well-performed facial hair transplant in Islamabad can be a permanent solution because the transplanted hair follicles are typically taken from areas of the scalp that are not prone to male pattern baldness.

Once the transplanted hair follicles have taken root in the beard area, they should continue to grow like natural facial hair. It's important to note that the transplanted hairs may initially fall out within a few weeks after the procedure, but this is a normal part of the hair growth cycle, and new hairs should start to grow back in their place.

Proper care after the hair restoration in Islamabad, such as avoiding trauma to the beard area, following post-operative care instructions, and maintaining a healthy lifestyle, can contribute to the long-term success of the transplant. It's advisable to consult with a qualified and experienced surgeon who can provide more personalized information based on your specific case.

To ensure the longevity of the transplant, it's crucial to follow the post-operative care instructions provided by the surgeon. This may include avoiding certain activities that could disrupt the healing process and taking prescribed medications to prevent infection or inflammation.

Ultimately, the success and duration of a beard transplant depend on individual factors, and results can vary from person to person. It's advisable to consult with a qualified and experienced surgeon to discuss expectations, potential risks, and post-operative care for the best possible outcome.

[garfunklefield]

reader works at a strip club and choso falls in love with her? hes a reguilar and she always igves him private dances? she gets excited to see him? what if another customer tries to get too handsy and choso kicks their ass then takes her into his car and they get freakkyyyyyyyyy??

Let me ride UR Disco Stick!

18+ viewer discretion is advised

fem!stripper!reader/regular!Choso Kamo Warnings: attempted SA [nothing graphic], semi-violent, strip club AU, love at first sight, Choso is crazy down bad, semi-public masturbation, cumshot, car sex, somewhat exhibitionist, semi-public sex, breeding kink, lap dance, fluff, fondling, sitting cowgirl position, sexual tension, creampie, hands-free ejaculation/orgasm, Word count: 5223 DESC: Ever since Choso stepped into Cherry Girls, he was captivated by you.

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NOTES: My friend is helping me with ideas so if this gets crazy blame her tbh. And ALL I've been listening to is City Pop, so take that in mind when reading

Choso wasn’t the type to step foot in strip clubs. He wasn’t even a very sexual guy, never one to masturbate unprompted or take time out of his day to watch porn. So he had no clue what made him pull over that Saturday night as he drove into the city, windows done and light music wafting into his ears. He wasn’t sure why Cherry Girls, of all places, caught his eye. The bright pink LED lights flashed in his peripherals, making his head turn just a bit. The sign was in the shape of a cherry, illuminating the city life. It was nice, in between a few dull buildings. It lit up the night and made him smile as he drove past. It was about 10 PM when he walked up, one hand in his black skinny jeans pocket and the other on his ID. He had seen a few movies to know how it would go. 

He had just left a gathering with friends from college, nothing unusual. So the man's outfit was more casual than he’d typically dress. Black pants and a tighter black top, without any sleeves. It had some logo on it that he was unfamiliar with, but he wasn’t disappointed in how it framed his chest. To say he was scrawny would be a disservice to his body, molded perfectly to accentuate his muscles. He was built, but not intensely so. 

Kamo’s hair was also different that night, instead of up in his usual style he had opted to wear it down around his face. Usually, it would be up in smaller puffs. Something cute that set his look apart from the rest of his peers. Approachable even. Without that, or even a touch of purple eyeshadow, he looked like a douchebag. Maybe it was the resting bitch face or that constant awkward smile that made him look unapproachable. But with the makeup and hair? More of a cutie-patootie!

After the man was let in, he was bombarded with pink lights and waves of perfume. It was an elixir, how it drew him in. LED lights shined on a stage in the center of the building, that’s what his eyes focused on. Anyone else would take a moment to scan their surroundings to take it all in, but he was stuck. He couldn’t stop staring at that stage and the perfectly thick legs that graced it. It was you. Your body was barely contained in thin straps and buckles. Curves spilled over each piece of fabric in an addictingly attractive way. You were addicting. His eyes trailed to your face as his body moved him to sit at the first seat available, drinking you in. You had a round face, completed with perfect features. They fit you in ways he didn’t know were possible. Facial harmony? Whatever it was, you had it. Your hair framed your face in a style he wasn’t sure the name of, with a few bows to make it come together. Gorgeous. You were utterly gorgeous. 

How was it that an angel was walking among humans and he was just informed? And it was strange, from the first time he had seen you, he felt a rush of arousal. No woman had made him aroused by their face or their movements. As you glided up the pole, he was throbbing. Your head leaned back as your face did all the talking, your lips painted in red. They fit your face and contorted in a way that made you appear to have said something, without anything being uttered from your mouth. 

Choso wasn’t the type to set foot in strip clubs, and he wasn’t the type to masturbate in public. But he was seriously considering it at that moment. His erection poked through his jeans and strained the cloth. He exhaled a shaky breath and pressed his palm into the center, trying to wain it in some way. Yet, that was a mistake. It was sensitive and god that touch felt good. What would your touch feel like? What would your dainty hands do if they got the chance to touch his erection? How would they wrap around his cock and how would they satisfy him? And your mouth; How would your lips suck his tip and how would your tongue lick his slit? Just these thoughts alone were sending pleasurable shivers up his length. 

Bouts of pre-cum were staining his boxers and god he was so close he could feel it. If you could just touch him; If you could just breathe into his ear. Something, just anything from you would be enough. His breath hitched and his eyes closed, head leaning back into his seat. Kamo was inching toward a climax he wasn’t even sure would be possible just imagining you. How would your pussy feel between his fingers, wet and sloppy on his dick? How tight would you be and how bad would he have to stretch you out before he could take all his length? Your hips would be perfect anchors for his hands as he would plow up into you, from behind, or even from on top. Love handles would be good too, he’d take anything. Just to graze your ass with his boner and grind until he found relief. 

And then it was too much, Choso felt himself spill over the edge in a hot burst of emotion. He gasped and opened his eyes to see your face grinning at the audience as you turned. Cum poured in spurts from his tip, warm and sticky into his underwear and coating himself in white. It was so hot, he gripped the seat beneath him and tried to hide his noises. But it was so hard to even sit still. A low growl, almost a whine, escaped his lips as he bit down, grinding his teeth. With his back arched, the male began to pant and pray no one had heard him. 

As he came down from his high, he had to come to terms with exactly what happened. You had just made him cum without any touch at all, without even knowing it. It was one of the best orgasms he had ever had, from his mind alone. He needed more. 

~

Getting a private dance was easy, the details being a bit fuzzy in Kamo’s mind. All he could focus on was sitting in a lounge chair in a small, yet desolate room. It had soft red walls with low lighting that made everything seem darker than it actually was. Maybe it was to further the arousal building again in his lower abdomen. Again? He wasn’t sure how, but he was finding himself becoming hard again just at the thought of you. Was this what it was like to be down bad? Down astronomical?

His thoughts got interrupted when you entered the room, lacy black set making his body turn on fire. A lump in the man's throat formed when you spoke in your angelic voice, “Choso, right?” You introduced yourself, turning a bit shy when you saw his very large erection forming in his skinny jeans, “Excited huh?”

He couldn’t speak, well it felt like it. With a loud swallow, the male attempted to form some coherent words, “Y..yeah. I guess you could say that.” Embarrassment filled his face in the form of a pink stain, blushing his cheeks and dabbling his nose. Was this what it felt like to pay for a woman to give him attention? For thirty minutes you were all his, and all he could do was stare as you moved your body. 

“It’s okay. I know it’s your first time too,” you cooed, closing the door with your hip as you continued softly, “I’ll be gentle…” That tone, it was better than he could have imagined. If you didn’t stop soon he knew he’d be in deep shit. Choso’s hands tightened on the armrest as you approached, putting a hand atop his. Something about your eyes was telling him to relax and he wanted to listen. He wanted to give in and let you have your way with him for as long as you wanted, until you were tired of him. Until he was completely and utterly yours.

He let go of the armrest and you smiled, “Good boy. I’ll take it slow too,” your voice was music to his ears, so the raven-haired male let himself close his eyes for a moment to compose himself. Your perfume, a mix of chocolate and cherries filled his nose. It was sweet and pleasurable. He didn’t realize you were getting closer until his eyes fluttered open. Kamo felt his breath hitch when your face was mere inches from his own, lips forming a pout. 

“H-Hey…” He breathed out, and you smiled. 

“Hi, handsome,” your breath was sweet too, like candy. Before he knew it, you seated yourself on his lap, hovering over his obvious boner. It was hard to avoid, but you managed to keep your distance. This was getting too much for him and it hadn’t even begun. Your smell, your presence, it was going to make him spill over the edge again and again if you let him.

“You can touch me, baby,” you smiled through white teeth, leaning back and pressing your hefty breasts together, hands lightly thrumming on your own skin, “Tell me your fantasy.” This was different than anything he had ever seen in a movie. Was he supposed to touch you? Was this how you always operated in the club or was he special? God, Choso hoped he was special just for you.

“I want,” Choso’s voice stuck to his throat thickly, as he attempted to form words, “You…” And there it was, an opportunity to touch you. He didn’t take it for granted, placing two hands gingerly on your love handles. They were as soft as he had imagined, ever more so. Then his palms trailed to your hips, squeezing just a bit to see some kind of reaction. You bit your red bottom lip and inhaled just a bit, something he noticed and something he couldn’t help but drink in. You were intoxicating. He was practically drunk already and close to staining his underwear in pure white bliss. 

“I want you,” the customer began again, focusing his eyes on your face with a sense of determination, “To ride me…” And he let out a small moan when you leaned into his touch, your clothed cunt grazing against his erection. That was enough and he groaned, trying his hardest to keep it in but he couldn’t, orgasming there on the spot in hot bouts of pleasure. He inhaled and whined lowly, throwing his head back and squeezing your hips to keep himself stable. Pleasure and orgasmic joy ran through his cock as his swollen urethra cried out hot cum into his jeans. 

Your face looked a bit shocked at his actions, clearly understanding what had happened. But you didn’t seem to mind. Instead, your hands made home on his chest and rubbed small circles with your palms, fingers stretched out, “You want me, huh?” Your voice was teasing, almost rubbing salt into the wound. But he didn’t hear it. He could feel the throbbing in his ears getting louder and the throbbing in his pants started up again. What was going on with him? Never in his life had he come that much, especially without some form of physical stimulation.

“I …” Choso’s mind blanked when his eyes refocused onto you, leaning toward your touch. This was so overstimulating to be with you here, it was … nice in a way. All his senses could do was focus on you and your touch. Your beautiful and amazing touch. He needed to savor this for as long as he possibly could until his time with you was up. 

~

The man wasn’t sure how long he stayed with you seated atop his lap, but it wasn’t enough. When he left, he couldn’t help but think about your touch. It was heavenly, so heavenly he couldn’t stop but get aroused again. This time it was more of a burn than anything he had felt before. It was a fiery sensation burning in his cock as he sat in his car. It was different than the last times because it was an innate hunger deep inside his lower abdomen. It was different because he had to touch himself or he might’ve just dropped dead then and there. 

Your face, he could see it contort in pleasure as he unzipped his pants. And your warmth, he could feel it when he snaked a hand around his length. This was nice, closing his eyes and feeling your walls clench around him, as his hand stroked himself slowly. Teasingly, tauntingly. He wanted to savor this newfound pleasure for as long as he physically could until he had to go home. 

Kamo could feel your face press against his shoulder as you rode him, whining for more. You’d be needy, no matter how much game you talked. He could tell you’d beg for him to fuck you and you’d cry as he pounded you. He’d like that, to fuck you nice and good, huh? He’d make you beg for it, and make you ride it with your hands forced behind your back until you sobbed. He’d make you his, mark you with his mouth until you were covered in hickies. All over your thick breasts until your nipples were sore from his tongue, practically bleeding from how much he’d abuse them with his teeth.

He could hear you whine, basically, he could hear you crying for him. He’d fuck you good. He’d be the perfect boyfriend, too. No matter what you wanted, the man would get it for you. And meals? He’d cook! You didn’t want to clean? He’d clean! Choso would be your house husband if he could just be yours. 

When he came, his cock was throbbing. He was milked beyond belief, leaking slowly into his palm as he gasped. Guttural groans filled the air he arched his back to the sensation. It was so good, and it would’ve been better if it was your hands. If it was your pussy, squelching as he made you, his. 

And he was going to make you, his.

~

Choso didn’t want to admit it, but he was going to come back every Saturday until he married you. Was it too forward to already think of vows or what colors would be prominent at your wedding? Probably! Was he doing it anyway? Absolutely!! 

The first time you saw him again, you did a double take. Now he knew he was going to be going to the club, so he had time to get ready. He spent an hour doing his hair in his signature puffs, then his eye makeup in purple and red, followed by some eyeliner. Just one line from his eyelid down to his cheek on either eye, followed by tight-lining his eyes. He felt a bit overdressed, but those insecurities faded when he saw you. You were in a light blue lingerie set, something that accentuated your skin tone. And, it didn’t cover much. His eyes wandered for a moment as he found himself a seat at the front, by the stage.

The man wasn’t expecting much from this, but he hoped to have a private room with you again. Something to see you and feel you. Maybe this time he’d be able to compose himself long enough to fondle your breasts, or even squeeze your ass. Just seeing you in your glory, walking around to talk to guests was making him feel a certain type of way again. 

It was quickly stopped by a man who approached you. He was taller and probably more intoxicated than anyone else in the building. The way he walked indicated he could barely even hold himself up, but he had one goal in mind. Getting to you. Maybe Choso was being jealous, but he couldn’t take his eyes off the man. The way he strutted to you and grabbed your arm, shouting something slurred in your direction, it angered him. How dare this man? What nerve did he have to think he could ever talk to a woman like that? Spouting such bile to someone as beautiful and amazing as you? He continued to pull at your arm as you shook your head and pulled it back, grabbing a drink from a nearby tray and throwing it to his face. 

No one was coming quick enough. Why weren’t the bodyguards handling this? Why wasn’t someone doing anything? 

Kamo stood and dusted his pants off. He hadn’t wanted to get involved in an outfit he liked so much, but for you, he’d do anything. He was hooked on you, your voice, your scent, your hair, your everything … all after one day. So you shouldn’t have been surprised when he walked up to the much taller man and socked him in the jaw. There was a very high chance that could have gone south, or completely missed. But somehow, his balled-up fist plowed the guy in the head, enough to make him stumble. Of course, it wouldn’t have knocked him over. But he was aiming to disorient enough to get you to the back or somewhere safe. 

“Choso?” You spoke, grabbing onto his arm, “You… really didn’t have to do that.” Before he could respond, the drunken man attempted to tackle Choso down. Thankfully for him, you grabbed his arm and pulled him out of the way. He stumbled forward and looked at you, smiling thankfully before turning his attention to the drunken man who was not giving up any time soon. Maybe punching him was a bad idea. 

“Um,” he pressed his lips together, before forming a very awkward smile, “Will you marry me?” The drunk was busy grabbing a chair to throw, giving the two of you a few seconds before disaster. And of course, with the adrenaline, he wasn’t thinking. 

“What?!” You whipped your head to him. 

“Come to my car?” He said instead, offering his hand to you. The most he could do was offer you a ride home and hope security would take care of the issue. And a part of him really hoped you’d say yes for selfish reasons. He wanted you to trust him and let him in, and maybe then your relationship would blossom. Maybe then, you’d kiss him. It was farfetched as hell to imagine he’d get anything more than a handshake out of this, but he wanted to hope.

You took his hand and let him swiftly lead you to his old beat-up Kiya, parked quite a ways away, “Um. You didn’t have to do that.” 

Kamo shook his head to dismiss that thought from your mouth, “I wanted to. No one else was going to protect you.” With a smile he clicked his keys, seeing his car light up a few spots ahead, “We can just wait in here until they kick him out, uhm, you know.” Your face lit up in a way he hadn’t seen before. Something sweet about it. It was a mix of relief and happiness. Your lips pursed together into a pout and your face began to redden. To Choso, it was adorable. He wanted to take you and hold you in his arms, vowing to protect you from the world and anyone who dared hurt you. Maybe that was extreme. But he would give his right arm just to hold you for a minute, pressing you close against his chest and closing his eyes, as he smelt your hair. 

“Thank you, Choso. You didn’t have to,” was all you spoke, quiet and soft. It was a change from how seductive and snarky you could be, and he liked it more. It was a more genuine side to you, and the man wanted to see more of it. 

He led you to his car, turned it on, and opened the back door for you to sit. He just assumed you’d prefer the room in the back rather than the small seats up front. Sitting beside you, the two of you fell into a comfortable silence as you looked out the car window. It was nice for a moment, to smell your perfume and to see you look comfortable. The way your body molded to the seat as you just sat there, your stomach bunching together in rolls, and how you leaned against one arm. You were cute. You were amazing. 

“Um,” Choso broke the silence after a moment, watching your head turn to him. Your eyes scanned his face and you smiled, awaiting his next words, “Are you cold? I could give you a spare jacket…?” His voice trailed off when you pressed your glossy lips together. 

“I could come closer to you?” You asked, tilting your head to the side and letting a few loose strands from your hairstyle fall across your forehead. Without being able to think if it was appropriate, Kamo reached forward and gently pushed some of the hairs away from your face, just so he could see all of your beauty in the moonlight. He hadn’t fully registered what you said until a few moments later when a red blush trailed up his temples. You wanted to sit next to him? You wanted him? It was hard for the male to imagine that the way he felt about you could ever be reciprocated.  He didn’t speak but instead nodded. A smile, wider than before, pulled at your full lips as you scooted closer. Your big thighs stuck to the leather seats as you crawled toward him, sitting down right beside him. Your plush hand fell atop his and your eyes met. 

Was this intimacy? Was intimacy more than simply fucking each other, but instead feeling a deep, soulful connection? Choso, in all honesty, had never felt a connection to someone so soon and so intensely, without knowing them. You were different. In the way you carried yourself and how he was beginning to see your mind too. It was different. Of course, your beauty captivated him. But you had something special to you hidden beneath the jewels of your flesh. Your warmth was comforting to him as you leaned your side against his. Hands on hands and skin on skin. That was what the raven-haired male liked. He needed you. He needed to make sure you were okay, and if you were, that was all that mattered.

Slowly, as the evening progressed he found you inching your way closer to his body until you were practically on top of him. Your arm weasled its way around him and pulled the man closer, letting you be one. His arm found its way around your shoulders. Without saying anything he pulled you in and let you rest. You were in control of the situation. Anything you wanted to do him he would comply and follow to any extent you wanted him to. If all you wanted was his warmth and his arm, he’d give you both without hesitation. 

And slowly, you sat up and stared into his eyes. There was another look there than what he had seen the last week. Rather than a calculated lustful look, designed to make any man's knees weak, it was genuine. It was longing in a way he hadn’t seen in anyone in so long. You stared at him like he was a treasure you wanted to take apart and search with delicate hands, terrified of destroying. You looked at him with wide eyes, full of desire. But it was a desire to get closer, closer in every sense of the word. You wanted to be in him, on him, with him, near him; Intellectually and physically, mentally and emotionally. Were you as crazy down bad as him??? Honestly … yeah. 

Choso uttered your name, low in the base of his throat, before he leaned in. It was slow and methodical and god, he wanted to cave and force your mouth onto his. But he wanted to savor this moment as much as he could, even if it meant putting himself in agony. Your lips met slowly, molding together in harmony for one slow second before you opened your mouth. Inviting him in, you kissed delicately and placed your arms on his sides. He wasn’t sure what to do, but followed your lead, kissing as you did. Your heads turned in opposite directions, opening up for more room to explore with your tongues. The intensity grew, as did the burning desire in his pants to feel your pussy. To feel you, live you, breathe you, he was going insane. Just touching your hair, trying his hardest not to mess it up, was sending hot arousal down his cock into his swollen head. 

Deeply and passionately he kissed you as if the world would collapse unless your lips were on his. Deeply he swallowed you whole, just by pressing his mouth onto yours. If you weren’t the one kissing him he would have never wanted to kiss again. His hands found home on your hips and slowly pulled you onto his lap with practical ease. His arms wrapped around your waist and he seated you on his erection. It was so hot to feel your warm, wet, and clothed pussy against his groin, desperately beginning to grind for release. But Choso didn’t want you two to just bump and grind. He needed to be inside you or he was actually going to drop dead. 

“Please…” Kamo whined, breaking from the kiss to stare into your eyes with his grey orbs, eyelids hanging low and lashes brushing against his cheeks, “Let me fuck you… I want to.. Mmm.. I want to touch you so bad..” His large hands squeezed your hips again, harder, with more drive. If he wasn’t going to be inside you why would he even live?? 

You nodded your head quickly and went to work. It was easy to free his cock from his jeans, then his boxers. All you had to do was unzip and pop it out. He was a bit shy to show himself to you, but your wide eyes and slacked jaw proved to him you seemed to like it. The man wouldn’t have considered himself huge but on the bigger end of the spectrum. 

He ran his fingers down your front, thumbing your laced pantie set as they trailed further to your core. Just a few more inches and he’d be touching your pussy. If only he could live in it. His index and middle gently pried away the fabric so he could lay eyes on your perfect cunt. Even if it had discoloration, moles, or hair, or it wasn’t what he had seen on porn … he didn’t care. It was yours. Choso had been dreaming of this day for so long [1 SINGULAR WEEK]. He dipped into your wetness, rubbing one small circle just to see your sensitive reaction. Your breath hitched in a way he hadn’t seen before, your muscles clenched in your jaw and your hands rested on his shoulders. Beautiful. You were utterly beautiful. 

He pulled your undergarments to the side and lifted you up a bit, attempting to position you in the somewhat dark parked car. You helped a bit, grabbing a hold of his length and stroking up a bit in a teasing motion. Choso stuttered in his movements and slowly lowered you down. He was going to cum from pure impact alone. He already knew he wasn’t going to last long, but your pussy was making it damn near impossible. Tight walls enveloped his cock, covering it like a warm and soft hug as they stretched to accommodate his girth. Wetness spread down his member and for a moment he swore he could’ve felt you pulsate above him. 

“Choso,” you spoke impatiently, grabbing a hold of his face and pulling him in, “Please just … kiss me or something.” That was all you needed to say for him to take it from there. His lips met yours quickly, taking peck after peck until his head turned to the side and took in your bottom one. He wanted to do so much in such little time, but he couldn’t be everywhere at once. Big hands took your love handles and rocked you back and forth a bit, just making sure you were adjusted to his penis before he began to thrust you up and down. Kamo wanted you to bounce and cry on his cock until you were nothing more than a blabbering mess. He wanted you to choke on his cum after he face-fucked you, making you swallow every drop. He wanted to do so much in such little time. 

He lifted you up just a bit to get a good angle, as he fucked into you. Tight and squishy, and warm and like melted honey on his length. You were so hot, your noises, your face, your fucking pussy. God, it was harder for him to concentrate on kissing you as he was fucking you. Your kisses were needy and incessant as was his urge to breed you- my god. He couldn’t help but barely hang on as white-hot bliss was building deep in his lower abdomen. The male's hips thrust forward, hitting your swollen spot. He could tell he was fucking you oh so good because your lips were trying to catch up with his. Your grip on his shirt got tighter and for a second he swore you were clenching around him tighter than you had before. 

“H-Harder.. Mm..- hhah.. Cho-Cho..Choso..” You whimpered, pulling back from the kiss to rest your head on his shoulder. He wasn’t holding back anymore, groaning out as he was beginning to ride out his slow high. The man inhaled and gasped, grunting forward as you moaned. Your moans were perfect. They were music to his ears, making him spill almost instantly. Within seconds of pumping into you, he was fucking his seed right back inside your pretty cunt. He could imagine it, giving you a baby. Making you a pretty mommy as many times as you wanted. He’d never get tired of cuming into your hot pussy and painting your walls milky white. 

Choso continued until he heard you cry out and arch your back, biting your lips and trying not to scream. He knew you were cumming then. He was past the point of sensitivity to feel anything, so he continued to fuck you good. All he wanted was to please you and make you cum. Your walls clenched around him as he touched your G-spot, violating it with his cock-head. You came and groaned, biting back another cry as the pleasure crashed throughout your body.

It stayed like that for a minute as he slowed his humping down to a stop, letting you keep a nice seat on his lap. All the two of you could hear were the sounds of your heavy breathing, mixed with the low hum of his car air conditioner. 

This is the perfect time to propose, “...About what I, um, said earlier…”

[lilyprettyremy]

The It Girl Nighttime Routine: Wake Up Chic and Radiant 🌹🕊️

Every chic woman knows that a captivating day starts the night before. This routine is all about luxurious self-care – because waking up as the most poised, radiant version of yourself is a lifestyle. Ready to transform your evening into an elegant ritual? Let’s step into your new, elevated bedtime routine. 🛌🌸

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Sophisticated Cleansing: Start with a cleansing oil to melt away makeup and daily grime. Rinse it off, then follow with a gentle, hydrating cleanser. This double cleanse is like a reset button, leaving your skin ready for its nighttime restoration. 💧🤍

The Hydration Layer: Pat on a luxurious serum – hyaluronic acid, vitamin C, or a skin-renewing elixir. Then, apply a rich night cream. Imagine each layer as a silk robe for your skin, nurturing and hydrating it while you sleep. 🌿✨

Elevated Facial Massage: Use a jade roller or gua sha to massage in your serum. Not only is this relaxing, but it boosts circulation and helps define your natural contours. It’s a moment of quiet elegance – a way to remind yourself of your own grace. 💆‍♀️🌿

Silk Essentials: Swap your pillowcase for silk. It’s gentle on your skin and hair, reducing friction while you sleep. A chic woman wakes up with smooth skin and effortless hair – because beauty is in the details. 🌸🛏️

Hair Ritual: Before bed, brush your hair and apply a touch of light hair oil to the ends. Twist it into a low bun or a loose braid for natural waves. It’s a simple yet sophisticated way to keep your hair looking polished in the morning. 💁‍♀️💎

The Nightcap: Pour yourself a cup of herbal tea – chamomile, peppermint, or lavender. Sip slowly, feeling the warmth relax your body. A classy woman indulges in these small, soothing rituals to unwind and replenish. 🍵🌿

Outfit Planning: Select tomorrow's outfit with intention. Choose pieces that make you feel confident and chic, whether it’s a tailored blazer or that perfect little black dress. Lay everything out: jewelry, shoes, and bag – so your morning flows seamlessly. 👜🖤

Screen Detox: Put your phone on “Do Not Disturb” mode at least 30 minutes before bed. In this quiet time, you’re choosing presence and grace over endless scrolling. 🌙

Read Something Timeless: Replace your screen with a classic book or an inspiring magazine. This is how chic women nurture their minds and escape into elegance before drifting off. 📖🌹

Visualize Tomorrow: As you close your eyes, picture yourself waking up refreshed, glowing, and composed. See yourself moving through the day with grace and poise. You’re setting the stage for a day where everything aligns effortlessly. 🕊️💭

This is more than a nighttime routine; it’s a ritual of self-respect and refinement. Wake up to your fullest potential, feeling radiant, empowered, and impeccably put-together. Sweet dreams, darling – tomorrow, the world is your runway. 🌟🛌🌹

[avocado-writing]

Astarion x Reader

Astarion x Mage Apprentice!Reader* & Pt2*

Mistaken Identity

heart, home*

chilly

Astarion x Rogue!Tav Headcanons

Astarion’s Pre-Cazador Love

Virgin!Reader Feeding*

Gentle Cuddles

Pampered

Scotophobia

Anchor

Fangless

Training*

Where He’d Take You In The City

although I was burning, you’re the only light*

Gale x Reader

Good Boy* & pt2

Karlach x Reader

Burn Heals*

Halsin x Reader

Sneaking Off*

Bred*

Wyll x Reader

Giving In & Part 2

Teasing*

Misc

Kiddo (Gortash & Reader, platonic)

Lists

Supportive Headcanons

Shy Reader Kisses

Reader Often Ignored

Short Reader

Ascended Fiend Raphael HCs*

Dirty Headcanons*

Socially Anxious Reader

Companions help Reader in Pain

Pregnancy & Parenthood Headcanons

Reader Waiting for Rejection

Reader Worried Nobody Would Want Them

Reader Wearing His Clothes

Roadtrip AU

Comforting Headcanons

Trouble Sleeping

Reader Who Hides Their Face & Female Companions

Reader Who Says They’re Glad They Met Him

Reader With Skin Condition

Reactions to Calling Companions Mummy/Daddy*

Reactions to Companions Calling You Mummy/Daddy*

Reactions to You Hiding an Injury

Reader Sad About Being Ignored

BG3 Men Reactions When You Tease Them*

Companions Realising They’re In Love With You Mid-Battle & Reverse

Companion Reactions to a Reader Who Can Change Sex

Modern AU Picnic in the Park

Bard!Reader Serenading Them

Reactions When You’re Self-Conscious About Your Laugh

Halsin & Astarion Realising You’re Strong

Reactions When They See You Self-Destructing

Birthday Celebrations*

When You Think Your Love Is Unrequited

Reactions When You Say Their Love Will Pass

Reactions To You Drinking The Elixir of the Colossus*

How Female Companions Go Down*

Reactions When You’re a Selkie

Reactions When You Become Dominant*

Companions Help You Get Fit

Rainy Day Cuddles

Reactions to a Reader Who Loves to Cook

BG3 Ladies & Breast Play*

Reactions to You Coming Out as Ace

BG3 Ladies’ Reaction to a New Facial Scar

Pregnancy Cravings

How the BG3 Ladies Cuddle

Companions Falling For You Mid-Performance

How the BG3 Ladies Talk in Bed

BG3 Men & Reader Who Can't Read

Reactions to Awkward Comforting

Saying You Love Them Mid-Argument

[xx-lemon-drop-xx]

Hello! This is my first time requesting something! It's fine if you delete it, but could I please request a Rook x insecure reader? Maybe with mirror sex and body worship. Also GN! (AFAB) reader please.

Also could I be 🌹 anon please?

Hey! Of course you can be 🌹anon! I'm so sorry this took so long to come out, I was on a hiatus for a little while; a lot of personal things went down. Anyways, here's your request!

Warnings: gn reader, afab, terms "pussy, clit," Slutty is used once, French words, heavy praise, body worship, insecure reader.

Request: Yes.

Words: 484.

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 "You look beautiful, amour." 

He whispered praise and sweet nothings into your ears all while his hands touched you in such intimate places, cracking open the soft shell of an exterior you put up in a hope to protect yourself. 

Rooks fingers swirled and dipped into your core, his other hand groping your chest and tweaking the nipple in gentle motions until they where peaked. When your head dropped back on his shoulder, eyes fluttering in ecstasy a low rumble reverberated from his chest. 

"Chère, Look here." He guided your head back up to look at yourself in the mirror, legs spread over his thighs and cunt eagerly sucking in his fingers with every dip he allowed them into your sloppy heat. "Magnificent, (Y/n).." He murmured, lips pressing against the inside of your ear. Rook's tongue flicked out, running across the shell of your ear. 

He knew how embarrassing this must've been for you. But he was proud. You'd always been an insecure person. Shamed over your weight, height, the way your facial features accentuated your face, the pudge on your belly. 

Rook saw an angel. 

An Angel bathed in sweet elixir, waiting for every drop to be savored and worshiped. His for the taking. 

And by the seven he was going to take everything. Rook was going to take and take and take until his darling's lovely body could only squirm and writhe under him in pure and unfiltered ecstasy. He was going to break you thoroughly. Until the only thing you could think of was about how his cock was claiming that slutty little hole of yours. He was going to sear his name so far into the depths of your brain it's the only thing you can think of.

Rook felt your walls flexing and clamping down around his fingers and thrusted them faster, his thumb coming up to roll circles around your puffy little clit. His free hand caressed across your body, landing back on your chest to flick a reddened nipple while he had you falling apart on his fingers. It was only when you twitched and tried to wiggle away did he pull out his fingers, dripping with your essence. 

“Merveilleux, you did so well, amour. Vraiment magnifique!”

Your panting gasps were a delight for Rook's ears, his hands rubbing up and down your hips in the meantime, before coming down to circle your dripping pussy. 

“So pretty for me, tell me, do you wish for more?” He pressed a soft kiss against the back of your neck.

[lostinforestbound]

Can I ask for HCs of Rolan with a partner who's big on surprising him with gifts? Not the 'getting him the most expensive and lavish stuff' but the 'takes notes of all the stuff he likes and gifts it to him even without any big occasion' kind

YES YES YES I ABSOLUTELY CAN!!! This idea is so sweet and I am in desperate need for Rolan fluff!

Giving Gifts to Rolan

Rolan, outside of Cal and his mother, never receives gifts from anyone. When he became the new master of Ramazith's tower, he was given gifts by the people in celebration. Potions, Tapestries, all these lavish things he never cared for. He usually puts them in a closet and forgets about them.

When Tav and him finally get together officially, he's not sure how to react when they start giving him gifts out of nowhere. He's confused by it even; why would they get him something out of nowhere? What did he do to deserve it? He didn't earn this.

He will start reciprocating, giving gifts in response to the ones he's receiving. Surely they're expecting something back? He would be a fool to not try and match them, but gift giving isn't something he's good at.

When Tav eventually asks why he's also getting them gifts, and he responds with "well, it's a nice exchange, is it not?" and they'll quickly realize that this man thought he had to give something back every time.

They explain that this is their love language. They love giving him gifts, without expecting anything in return. He immediately asks why if he hasn't earned it: "Well, I love you, and I love getting you things. It makes me feel good to see you happy."

He doesn't argue it further, but it still feels strange to him. Though he can't deny his heart flutters a little when they get him something thoughtful, like an item he was looking at in the market and they got it for him in secret.

Some gifts he ends up loving: Magic books (despite his infinite library in the tower), peerless focus elixirs, a sweet baked treat, horn jewelry, earrings, new robes, nice smelling shampoos for his hair, and facial care ointments.

What he would find so sweet (or funny depending on context) is the certain gifts coming with enchantments on them. He loves having small magical items in collections. Earrings that give him a boost in charisma, rings of protection, and scarfs that keep him extra warm in the cold months.

Funnier magical items he has received thus far: Sweater of Calming, a Ring of Rock Eating, Seal of Approval, Book of Mispells, Cookie of Hunger, and a Giggle Dagger.

Sometimes they give it to him directly, but he's always delighted to see when wrap it in a bow or they put it in a little box on his desk. It makes it a little extra special and he adores it. It's an instant mood lifter for him!

It takes him a while to realize his tail visibly flicks about happily when he sees that he got another gift. Tav never says a thing when they see it since they find it both adorable and endearing. The secret is revealed only when Cal and Lia tease him about it, and now he actively tries to control his tail.

Rolan starts responding to the gifts again, but in his own way outside of gift giving: spending time with them, cooking them breakfast or dinner, setting up more romantic dates, and anything he can to show he appreciates them. That he loves them dearly, and they are the true gift to him.

[lovelylau]

My skincare routine for Dry and Sensitive skin

Of course I don’t do all those steps daily but on Sundays I try to do every single one of them 💕

Cleanser : Cerave hydrating facial cleanser and Drunk elephant n9 jelly cleanser or from time to time byebye black head by SOMEBYME.

Exfoliant : The ordinary Solution de Peeling AHA 30% + BHA 2% or Hello Body Cocos pure coconut coffee face scrub.

Lip scrub : Sugar lip polish by Fresh.

Lip mask : Laneige lip mask + vaseline on top.

Toner : Laneige essential balancing Emulsion.

Essence : Advanced Snail 96 Mucin power essence by COSRX.

Serum : Protini power peptide resurf serum by drunk elephant.

Mask : any sheet mask from Sephora.

Lashes : Grande lash above the lash line for growth and castor oil directly on the lashes.

Moisturizer : Advanced Snail 92 all in one cream by COSRX + Cerave moisturizing Cream for dry to very dry skin.

Anti aging : Yves Rocher Beauty Elixir 100% Botanical Origin ( I usually use Guasha right after that).

Anti-imperfections : The ordinary Niacinamide 10% + Zinc 1%

That’s my whole routine, it can take a long time to complete so I usually listen to my favorite songs and enjoy an iced coffee while doing it 🧖‍♀️💅🏻

[solo6677]

Brand New Life

Jack and Sarah are very happy couple until a car accident changes their lives forever.

In the quiet town of Meadowgrove, Nebraska , a seemingly ordinary couple, Jack and Sarah, were known for their strong bond and unyielding love for each other. However, one fateful day, their lives took an unexpected turn.

While they are both in a car driving to church Jack swerved to miss a deer and hit another car and then a tree. Though Sarah seemed unhurt, the ambulance took both of them to the local hospital. Jack went to the hospital because he was unconscious.

The tragic car accident left Jack in a coma, his body broken and bruised. The doctors also delivered more devastating news to Sarah: Jack had lost both his balls and penis in the crash, and mentally he might never be the same again.

As the weeks turned into months, Sarah refused to give up on her husband. She spent every waking moment by his side, praying for a miracle. And then one day, she received a call from the hospital that changed everything.

The doctors had been working with a company called Evie’s Incorporated on an experimental treatment. They would use an elixir to transform a male into a female. They offered it to Sarah as a last resort, promising that it might give Jack a brand new life but he would be a complete woman.

But what kind of life would it be? Would Jack want to become a woman? And if he did, how would it affect their relationship?

Sarah was faced with a difficult decision. Should she take the leap of faith and give Jack a chance at a brand new life, or should she hold on to the man she married and hope for a miracle?

As she stared at Jack's lifeless body in the hospital bed, she couldn't help but wonder: what would their brand new life look like? Sarah decided to go on with the procedure. The doctors then came into the room and hooked Jack up to an IV with pink liquid coming out of it and into his body. They informed Sarah it could be a few days before they really see anything happening but to have faith.

Sarah would show up to Jack's room the next day. She brought with her books to read to him things that he would enjoy as a man. She sat there for hours and read to him, not seeing him change at all. As she sat there frustrated she prayed that something good would happen. As she left for the night she kissed Jack on the head and told him that she would be back the next day.

The first sign of transformation came on the second day after the elixir was administered. Jack's rough, calloused hands, once marked with the signs of a lifetime of manual labor, began to smooth out and soften. Sarah noticed the change as she held his hand, feeling the skin become softer and more delicate beneath her fingers.

On the third day, Jack's facial and body hair began to disappear, leaving his skin smooth and hairless. His jawline became less defined, and his cheekbones more pronounced. Sarah watched in amazement as her husband's features began to change, becoming softer and more feminine.

By the fourth day, Jack's body had undergone a dramatic transformation. His broad shoulders and muscular chest had given way to a more slender frame, and his waist had narrowed. His hips had widened, and his bottom had become rounder. Sarah couldn't believe the changes she was seeing, as her husband's body became more and more feminine with each passing hour.

The final sign of transformation came on the fifth day. Jack's scar where his penis had been disappeared, and in its place, was a fully formed vagina. Sarah couldn't believe what she was seeing, as her husband's body had been completely transformed from male to female.

Throughout the transformation, Jack remained in a coma, unaware of the changes taking place. Sarah stayed by his side, holding his hand and watching in amazement as her husband became a woman. She couldn't help but wonder what Jack would think of the changes when he woke up. Would he be happy with his new body? Or would he be confused and scared?

As the transformation came to an end, Sarah couldn't help but feel a mix of emotions. She was happy that Jack had been given a new chance at life, but she was also scared of the unknown. She knew that their lives would never be the same, and that they would have to navigate this new reality together.

As she looked at Jack, now Jackie, she couldn't help but feel a sense of hope. She knew that this was just the beginning of a new chapter in their lives, and that they would face whatever came next together, as husband/wife and wife.

The doctors were amazed by the transformation, they had never seen such a quick and complete change in a human body before. They were not sure if Jackie would have the same personality or memories as Jack, but they were sure that she would have a new life ahead of her.

As Jackie woke up from her coma, Sarah was there by her side, holding her hand and ready to start this new journey together. Jackie opened her eyes and looked at Sarah, she didn't remember anything from before the transformation, but she knew that she was loved and that was all that mattered. She was ready to start her new life as Jackie, and Sarah was ready to be by her side every step of the way.

At first, Sarah was overjoyed to see Jack alive and well. She was relieved to see that the experimental elixir had worked, and she was excited to get to know this new version of her husband. But as the days went by, Jackie's personality began to change.

At first, Sarah was shocked by Jackie's transformation, but she tried her best to be supportive. Jackie was still the same person she had always loved, after all, just with a different appearance. Jackie seemed to be treating her even better than before, showering her with gifts and affection.

However, after a few days, Jackie started to become more and more demanding. She insisted that Sarah call her Jacqueline, and would fly into a rage if she slipped up. Jacqueline also started to treat Sarah like a servant, making her do all the household chores and running errands for her.

It wasn't long before Jacqueline's demands became more degrading. She made Sarah wear revealing outfits and perform humiliating tasks in public. Sarah felt like she had lost all control over her life, and she didn't know how to fight back.

But what was even worse was that Jacqueline started to bring other men into their home and bedroom. She would make Sarah sit in the corner of the bedroom and play with herself while watching Jacqueline have sex with them. At first, Sarah was horrified, but as time went on, she found herself becoming aroused by the sight of Jacqueline with other men.

Jacqueline seemed to enjoy having an audience, and she would often make Sarah perform oral sex on her while she was with someone else. Sarah felt like she had become a mere object, a sex slave to Jacqueline and her lovers.

But despite the degrading treatment, Sarah found herself craving more. She had never felt so desired, so wanted before. She didn't want to admit it, but she was starting to enjoy her servitude. She would do anything to please Jacqueline, and she felt a thrill every time Jacqueline praised her for being a good girl.

As the days turned into weeks, Sarah's life became a blur of chores, humiliation, and sexual pleasure. She had never been happier, even if she couldn't quite understand why. She had lost all sense of self, and she didn't know if she would ever be able to get it back.

Sarah, once a strong and independent woman, now finds herself completely submissive to Jacqueline's every whim. She has become a slave to her wife's desires, willingly serving her in any way she can. Sarah's life revolves around Jacqueline's pleasure, and she wouldn't have it any other way.

Despite the degrading treatment, Sarah feels a deep sense of love and devotion towards Jacqueline. She believes that this is the life she was meant to live, and she is grateful for every moment she gets to spend with her wife.

As the months go by, Sarah becomes more and more accustomed to her new life. She learns to anticipate Jacqueline's needs, and takes pride in serving her. Sarah's love for Jacqueline only grows stronger with each passing day, and she knows that she will do anything to make her happy.

In the end, Sarah and Jacqueline's relationship has become a twisted reflection of their love for each other. While some might see Sarah's submission as a form of oppression, she sees it as an act of love and devotion. And as long as Jacqueline is happy, Sarah will continue to serve her, willingly and happily, for the rest of their lives.

[semisolidmind]

(hey @skittlescripts and @theweepingegg , saw a design for evil wukong and now im having some thoughts )

ok so. bad end monkey king. scary dude. you thought he was morally gray before, hoo boy

like what if he never went on the journey at all, never wanted or tried to become more than a monster? what if on the og journey, he was one of the demons that wanted to eat the monk? or in lmk, he's one of the big bads? (and maybe his role in the journey and lmk is filled by macaque instead-)

in the case of Isekai'd, he trails the gang, messing with them for fun and trying to find a way to easily get at the monk. he just needs to beat macaque, the other three demons won't be a problem. but from what wukong's seen, his fellow monkey demon is rather protective of the reader and the monk, never leaving their sides for long and constantly listening.

so, he makes moves to get closer to the reader, likely dressing more plainly and hiding his distinctive facial markings so she won't recognize him. at first it's a pretty standard "get you to like me so you won't put up as much of a fight later on" type of deal, but wukong comes to enjoy reader's wit and willingness to stand up to him. she's also just genuinely kind to him, something he doesn't get a lot of, being a universally-feared demon. so, his plans...

...change a little bit.

wukong knows he's the stronger demon, but he wants a clean shot. he sheds his disguise, macaque and the disciples fight him, and though they fight their hardest, the gang loses...

...and wukong throws a terrified, crying reader over his shoulder, dragging the bodies of her companions and protector behind him as he flies back to his mountain.

"Game over, Peaches.♡"

OR

in lmk, macaque's trying to keep reader safe and away from villain wukong.

current reader is the reincarnation of the reader from the journey and sun wukong has been waiting for her return so he can make her properly immortal this time. at first she's friends with the noodle gang, maybe she even works with them. MK's her lil buddy, practically her younger brother, and one day his mentor, macaque (who up until this point has been a casually flirtatious presence in her life), busts into her apartment at night telling her she has to leave with him. somebody incredibly dangerous is coming for her now that he knows she exists, and mac's her best bet at escaping him.

from then on, she's constantly in hiding. although, somehow, wukong always manages to find her, no matter how well she's hidden and how many protective seals macaque casts on her. eventually it all comes to a head.

"Leave us be, Monkey King!" Macaque snarled.

"Gladly. After you return my Queen."

"I am not your queen!" Reader exasperated. "I never was! Why can't you just let this go?!"

"Because you were always gonna be mine, sweet peach. I missed my chance a thousand years ago. I'm not going to lose you again."

"Although," The Monkey King laughed lowly. He raised his staff to point at the other monkey demon.

"You've caused me quite a bit of trouble. I was just going to take her and let you off with a warning, but you've been a thorn in my side for a loooong time, Six Ears. I think it's about time I put you down permanently."

(maybe there's a bit where reader is refusing the immortality elixir or peach and wukong puts it into his mouth, and then forces it into reader's mouth with a kiss 👀 now she's stuck with him)

[pinksilvace]

I really do wish that the Owl House had managed to stick with its original goal of being subversive for so many reasons, but right now I'm thinking about the finale again and how Belos was framed as a downright evil dude. A lot has already been said about this decision, from how it hurts the development and arcs of multiple characters to how it neglects a lot of the subtext that made Belos such an interesting villain to begin with, but it also just generally falls into common tropes from a character design standpoint.

Belos is designed, inside and out, in such a way that ensures the viewer KNOWS he's the villain based on pre-existing stereotypes prevalent in media. He's not young or conventionally attractive; I've seen fans go so far as to call him ugly because of what is essentially a skin condition. Season 3 confirmed that he has OCD and psychosis. The curse is shown to give him some sort of chronic pain (+limited access to relief medication, which loses effectiveness [note that Eda will likely always have access to elixirs while the same can't be said for Belos and palismen]). He has a foreign accent. He was given a rough childhood (that the audience is expected to disapprove of) to "explain" how he got to where he is.

Something about it feels really rotten. He's a villain, no doubt about it, but a lot of his traits - many of which are heavily stigmatized - are not present in any other cast member (the closest I can think of is Hunter, who has facial scarring and undefined trauma symptoms potentially (?) including psychosis [the big difference here is that Belos is shown to have had episodes repeatedly while Hunter was shown to have one moment of non-possessed hallucinations for what looked like the first time]). It would have been nice to see a show shooting for subversion not use such commonly villainized attributes for the villain, or at least, for the villain and only the villain. It especially stinks considering how the showrunners pressed the message that he's evil through and through.

[jedimandalorian]

Get ready, Church of Ezrabine. Your prophet is about to preach on more of the sacred texts. (Part 1 of 2.)

Some of you (mistakenly) believe that the only Sabezra content is in the first of the Star Wars Rebels novelizations. Today I will show you that you must also study Droids in Distress and Battle to the End.

Droids in Distress begins with a quick recap of events chronicled in The Rebellion Begins, including this iconic scene in which Sabine drinks the sacred elixir known as “blue milk.” Young Ezra can’t take his eyes off of the lovely Sabine, whose name he finally learned. In his desperation to learn more about this fair maiden, our hero is motivated to crawl into a vent like the Loth-rat he is. (Behold what a young man might be inclined to do in the name of love.)

Though they have only just met, Sabine takes up for Ezra.

(That’s right, girl! Take up for your man.)

Ezra is studying Sabine’s facial expressions and what they mean because he still can’t keep his eyes off of her.

Keep trying, Ezra! (Don’t worry. He won’t give up.)

(See? I told you he won’t give up.)

“Best friend?!” So that’s what they are calling it now. 🤔😂 (Now ask yourself, how much has Sabine’s and Ezra’s close friendship been emphasized in the Ahsoka show and by the actress who plays Sabine at Galaxy’s Edge lately?)

Yeah, Kanan and Hera are “best friends,” you know, who made a baby together. 🙄 😂

To be continued…

[assarivanguard]

hhhhhhhh you want smut? you want some fuckening smut? you want transgender smut of a gnc tav dicking down both nocturne and shadowheart?

ingredience - 1 dash of gender - 2 cups of magic - elixir of ???? - a smidgen of horny - chuck in a bowl at 4am - stir thoroughly - conga rats

it's my first time having a fic fully dedicated to smut, so enjoy :)

Rating: E Category: F/F Archive Warning: No Archive Warnings Apply Ship: Nocturne/Shadowheart/Tav

Tags and AO3 summary under the cut.

entirely appropriate use of ring of alter self, GNC Tav, Transgender Affirmations, Gender Affirmation, Polyamory, Domestic Fluff, Threesome - F/F/F, Girl Penis, Dom/sub Undertones, Frotting, Face-Sitting, Gratuitous Smut, Multiple Orgasms, Come Sharing, Rough Sex, Dirty Talk, Vaginal Sex, Double Penetration, Facials, Creampie, Fluff and Smut

Months into her domestic life with Shadowheart and Nocturne, Kohara begins to realise that she isn't comfortable in the body she was given. Luckily, her girlfriends are there to help.

[mortalpolykule]

Lay All Your Love On Me

Chapter 5: bad idea!

Bi Han x Shang Tsung x Liu Kang

Summary: Shang Tsung is shown the absolute barest minimum of affection and has a mental breakdown over it, and Bi Han will literally do everything except acknowledge his feelings. It’s a match made in hell.

Warnings: mentions of nsfw

Shang Tsung toiled in his lab. Throwing ingredients into beakers at random to see what would happen, he had no specific elixir in mind. He wrote down the results in his journal, displeased at the boring reactions that he was getting. A short, polite knock echoed throughout the small shack, jarring Shang Tsung from his routine. He turned toward the only door, confused at who would be visiting him at this time. The sun had set once more and most of the academy was preparing for bed.

“Come in!” He called out. The door creaked open, revealing none other than Liu Kang, his jailer whom he had developed a shaky alliance with. He methodically stepped inside, closing the door behind him. Is expression gave away nothing and, like usual, he looked at Shang Tsung with his fingers pressed together in front of him.

“Pardon the interruption. I will not trouble you for long,” Liu Kang began. Shang Tsung frowned. Always so polite, even though he was holding Shang Tsung captive, even though Shang Tsung had interrupted his and Raiden’s little rendezvous and would most likely blackmail him with it later. It infuriated Shang Tsung to no end.

“What would you possibly want with me at such an hour?” Shang Tsung snarked. “Is your favorite student not scratching that itch anymore?”

That caused a slight twitch of anger on Liu Kang’s face, but he quickly smoothed it over. Shang Tsung felt an adrenaline rush at making the God of Fire lose his composure. He feared that he may be becoming addicted to getting on Liu Kang’s nerves, but it just felt too good. Not even Raiden could break his neutrality, but Shang Tsung knew just the right buttons to push.

“I am taking Kuai Liang and Bi Han to Ying Fortress to put a stop to Quan Chi and your benefactor’s Dragon Army,” Liu Kang stated. Shang Tsung felt a pang of despair at the mention of his old companion. He had often wondered if Quan Chi would be outraged at his capture or if he would miss him at all. The anger that Shang Tsung had felt the previous morning upon finding Liu Kang’s note all came bubbling to the surface. But he wouldn’t let the God see him crack. He would never give him the satisfaction. So instead, he clasped his hands behind his back and slowly paced around the small shack. He squeezed his own hand to calm his simmering rage.

“So you want me to rat out my allies? Give you inside information? Is that it?” Shang Tsung questioned. His voice was even but still carried an underlying irritation.

Liu Kang shook his head causing to Shang Tsung stop in his tracks.

“I will not ask you to betray your companion. I simply believed that you had a right to know our plan beforehand, should anything befall Quan Chi.” He answered.

The statement made Shang Tsung’s head spin. How did Liu Kang know about his closeness with Quan Chi? He clenched and unclenched his hands, searching Liu Kang’s face for an answer or some sign that this was all some sick joke, but there was nothing but that emotionless stare. The idea that Liu Kang knew more about Shang Tsung than he let on sent a wave of cold dread through his whole body. But that was impossible! He was just some nobody from Outworld. Why would he have ever been on a Fire God’s radar?

“Why?” Shang Tsung cursed himself at the slight shake in his voice. His control over his facial muscles has evaporated. He didn’t know what kind of expression he was making. Anger, confusion, despair or some unholy combination of the three.

Liu Kang’s face softened.

“You may think it preposterous, but I know that you are capable of more than just treachery and seeking power,” He asserted. “You just never learned any other way and, in my anger and inexperience, I may have contributed to that.”

Shang Tsung’s eyebrows furrowed. He held his mouth open to say something but couldn’t form the words.

‘You are a fool!’ He wanted to shout, but something about Liu Kang’s words felt so disgustingly earnest that he couldn’t come up with any retort worth saying. He looked at Shang Tsung as if he had seen his entire life play out and knew how it all would end. Every cell in his body shook as he realized that he was but an ant in the eyes of a God. In that moment, he was that same nobody back in Outworld, bruised and muddied. Alone.

“You…How could Earthrealm’s supposed protector be so damn naive?” Shang Tsung pleaded. Some inner animal shrieked and beat on the bars of its cage at how quiet his own voice had become.

“I apologize for any distress that I caused,” Liu Kang said, opening the door and stepping back outside. “Good night Shang Tsung.”

He shut the door, leaving Shang Tsung in his stupor.

Liu Kang returned to his quarters, only to find Raiden facing his door and looking around nervously.

“Raiden?” He spoke up, causing Raiden to jump at the sudden noise. He whipped around and bowed when he saw Liu Kang. Liu Kang simply smiled and gently touched his shoulder, urging him to rise. It was endearing how Raiden showed him the utmost respect even though they had just done some not so teacher-student activities, but the reminder that Liu Kang was still his mentor was a bit of a turn-off. He missed his days of being a young acolyte at Wu Shi, sneaking around with his old timeline’s Kung Lao.

“What can I do for you?” Liu Kang inquired. Raiden took a deep breath, his nervous expression hadn’t left.

“You are leaving again, aren’t you?” Raiden asked. Liu Kang frowned. He was still getting used to people worrying for his safety. Those glimpses of the basic human closeness he had lost when he became a God hurt like an ice cube suddenly being placed on warm skin.

“Kuai Liang and Bi Han are accompanying me this time. And we have Empress Sindel and the Princesses with us.” Liu Kang said.

“But, I can help!” Raiden reasoned, his eyes pleading, wanting to say more. Liu Kang smiled, squeezing Raiden’s shoulders comfortingly.

“I know you are capable,”He began. “But in the event that we are all incapacitated, you are Earthrealm’s last hope. It is best that you stay here and continue your training.” Raiden stiffened, knowing Liu Kang meant something more than just “incapacitated”. He wanted to argue, but he knew that he wouldn’t be able to change Liu Kang’s mind. In the end, Raiden just sighed, resting his head on Liu Kang’s plush chest.

Liu Kang rubbed his back soothingly. “If it will help ease your worries, you are welcome to stay the night.”

Raiden nodded, and the two walked hand in hand into Liu Kang’s chambers.

Bi Han watched from afar, his jaw slack. It took a few seconds for his brain to process what he had witnessed. He had some questions for Liu Kang about the mission, but now he didnt know if he could look him in the eye without blushing. Bi Han had never considered that Liu Kang might be into men. The sudden revelation caused all of the unnecessary feelings that he had shoved down to come slingshotting back. He speed walked to the bathhouse, refusing to acknowledge the growing ache in his chest. Perhaps a cold shower would clear his head.

Stepping into the steam filled room, Bi Han walked past the communal bath and into the shower chamber. It was pitch black outside save for the light coming from the bathhouse. Grasshoppers and frogs sang in the moonlight and almost all of the monks had gone to bed. Bi Han let out a relaxed huff. This was his favorite time to shower. He made his way into the changing rooms, shuffling out of his robes. He didn’t bother with putting on a towel because the baths were always empty at this time of night. He immediately found himself regretting that decision when he pulled back the curtains.

Shang Tsung of all people was sitting in one of the smaller baths. He was hunched over, knees pulled up to his chest. He stared at the water, eyes looking like he’d been crying for the past hour. He looked wet and pathetic, like a cat left out in the rain. Such a raw display of emotion made Bi Han’s stomach churn.

Bi Han didn’t know what to do. He was already naked, and he really needed to shower after that day’s sparring session. However, he couldn’t go about his business without interacting with Shang Tsung in some way or another. Before he could make a decision, Shang Tsung finally noticed that he was there. A look of alarm passed over his face and he quickly splashed some water onto it, attempting to wash away the evidence of his late night crying session.

“Evening, Bi Han,”

Bi Han simply grunted in response. The sorcerer’s refusal to use his proper title was irritating, but he didn’t have the energy to reprimand him. He walked over to the shower and turned on the water. Bi Han shut his eyes, letting the freezing cold water hit his sore muscles. After the day he’d had, he deserved some relaxation. Normally, he would have been content with showering in silence, but there was a persistent itch in the back of his mind—a desire to know what had Shang Tsung so upset. Not that he cared for the sorcerer’s feelings. He had always felt the need to have all of the information. Perhaps it was his training as an assassin. Then, he had an epiphany. Could this be because of Raiden and Liu Kang’s relationship? Shang Tsung had expressed an attraction toward Liu Kang in their past arguments, but Bi Han had assumed that it was just for show. Bi Han opened his eyes and glanced back toward the sorcerer, who was still sulking in the bath. Only one way to find out.

“I take it you know about Liu Kang and Raiden?” Bi Han spoke up.

Shang Tsung whipped around, bath water splashing around him. His eyebrows were raised in surprise.

“How do you know about that?” Shang Tsung demanded.

“I saw them outside of Liu Kang’s chambers…together,” Bi Han explained. “Does that upset you?”

Shang Tsung scoffed, rolling his eyes.

“As if! What Liu Kang or that little boy-scout does is none of my concern!” He declared, crossing his arms in a huff. Bi Han smirked.

“Quite an extreme reaction for someone who doesn’t care,” Bi Han prodded. Shang Tsung’s face contorted comically with a mixture of shock and rage, and Bi Han fought the urge to bark out a laugh.

“What do you know? You’re the one always making goo-goo eyes at Liu Kang!” Shang Tsung retorted.

Bi Han sneered. He didn’t like what all these thoughts about Liu Kang were doing to him, but he wasn’t about to explore where they might be coming from. All he knew was that seeing him with Raiden made him feel much worse. A sneaky, treasonous thought slithered into his mind. If Raiden were to stop seeing Liu Kang, the terrible aching in his chest would go away!

“That is why I have a proposal,” Bi Han began. “It may seem rash, but it would put both of our minds at ease. So, no more crying in the bathhouse.”

Shang Tsung bristled at the mention of his current predicament, but still he looked away, seemingly considering the offer.

“What do you have in mind?”

A/N: The evil doers are back together doing evil things…sort of. I don’t have a clear direction on where I want this story to go, but I think I’m finally getting into a rhythm. The Liu Kang polycule is slowly becoming a constellation.