#like it did reoccur whenever i tipped my head back in that spot but since ive moved my desk its literally been chill

[kagehisanotsu]

I'm happy enough to write most things off as the autism but man genuinely wtf is the deal w the dining room table. CanNOT sit there no matter what. Had dinner w the family n I couldnt slink off to another room so instead they sat at the table while I carried my food in my hands and paced around the kitchen w the general temperament of a metal gear guard

[beauregardlionett]

all the stars your eyes could hold

AO3 Link

The circumstances under which the Mighty Nein found themselves invited to yet another party in Nicodranas were unclear. Beau was fairly certain it involved someone wanting Marion to perform, but had placed it under the guise of requesting the Nein’s attendance.

Ever since they assisted in the tentative peace treaty between the Empire and the Dynasty, word had been getting around about them. It was mildly unsettling for someone like Beau, who meant to operate in shadow. Thankfully, her more exuberant and colorful party members tended to garner the spotlight.

Leaning against an obnoxiously ostentatious marble column, nursing a drink far too fruity for her taste, Beau scanned the crowd. Caduceus had offered to gift her with True Sight again, but Beau had turned him down. While she appreciated the gesture, she wanted to be present this time.

Nobles in all states of fancy dress swept across the dance floor before her. Women with billowing skirts as they twirled through the ballroom, offering tittering laughter behind fans or hands adorned in silk gloves. Men with ornate suit coats sporting flushed cheeks as they drank away their decorum. Individuals dressed in pristine costume somewhere between a full skirt and fitted breeches flit between the food and drink and the dance floor. It was the sort of contained, upright chaos that Beau grew up around in Kamordah. It was a breed of debauchery that masqueraded as a proper party only nobles could attend and achieve.

With a heavy sigh, Beau took a long drag of her overly sweet drink and prayed the night would end soon.

As much as she loved wearing her slate grey suit, catching many approving, hungry stares from the women here, Beau was tired. Parties like these were far too pompous for her, pointless entertainment for nobles who had nothing better to do with their time.

She was considering slipping out to the garden for some quiet when a soft voice spoke up behind her.

“Beau?”

Twisting to peer over her shoulder, Beau worked hard to maintain her hold on her drink.

Yasha strode toward her, all but glowing in the sensual party lighting.

Jester insisted on splurging for a new dress for Yasha the day before. Something about wanting to amend the height of the slit because she knew Yasha was a little uncomfortable with it. Whatever the real reason was, Beau had no arguments because Yasha’s new dress was stunning. Made of a similar dark velvet as the previous one, this new garment draped over Yasha’s physique enticingly.

The dress was one-shouldered, a long cape of soft fabric cascading down Yasha’s back from the sleeveless strap. Her neckline was trimmed with silver flower embroidery, and a simple off-white belt cinched the length of the skirt into an empire waist. Veth had gently bullied the Aasimar into letting the Halfling style Yasha’s hair. So her now almost entirely white hair was pinned to drape down one side, the braids re-done and ancient tangles brushed smooth.

Simple, elegant, and extremely attractive.

Beau reminded herself to thank Jester for remembering to put the cape on the arm Yasha didn’t have a tattoo on. The jade ink was shimmering in the party’s dim lighting, and Beau had to make sure she wasn’t drooling.

“Hey,” Beau finally remembered to answer, eloquent as always.

Yasha’s lips twitched as she chuckled, coming to stand beside Beau. The monk watched as Yasha’s eyes swept over the crowd, a bit of unease flickering across the woman’s expression.

“You okay, Yasha?” Beau murmured, shifting closer to where their shoulders brushed.

“Yeah,” the Aasimar said, aiming a smile Beau’s way that did anything but convince her that Yasha was okay. “I just don’t really know what to do at parties. And people keep staring at me.”

Beau could hardly blame them. But it seemed to be a reoccurring theme with Yasha that wherever she went, both the best and the worst seemed to be drawn toward the Aasimar’s aura. Beau often failed at reigning in her jealousy born of protective instinct.

“Well then,” Beau pushed off the pillar, downed her drink against the burn of alcohol in her throat, and beamed at Yasha. “Shall we wander, then?”

Yasha blinked at Beau, giving the human a slow, shy smile and a nod, a quiet, “sure.”

Making their way around the perimeter of the ballroom, Beau caught sight of Jester swirling Fjord around the floor. The little Tiefling was grinning ear to ear and Beau could see her giggling giddily as her pink chiffon swirled around her and Fjord’s legs. The half-Orc was smiling with fond amusement down at whatever Jester was saying, looking rather smitten. Their second lap around the ballroom, deep in discussion about what the Elf wearing a bright green ball gown might do for a living, Beau scanned again. This time she spotted Veth and Caleb sitting at a table with Caduceus, the Halfling talking with rapid intent and animated hand-gestures. Caleb seemed fixated on whatever she was talking about, nodding every few seconds. Caduceus, smiling indulgently, caught Beau’s eye after a second. The Firbolg raised a brow her way and made a slight shooing gesture.

Waving Caduceus off, Beau continued her conversation with Yasha. But she did subtly steer them towards the exit, remembering the small side garden she had spotted on the way in. Part of her hoped it would offer some quiet, the other part hoped to see that adorable grin Yasha got on her face whenever she saw flowers.

Sure enough, the second they stepped out of the side hall and into the moonlit garden, Yasha’s lips curled into a wider smile. Beau trailed off from her description of a very crude occupation the Elf back in the ballroom could have to watch Yasha smile. The Aasimar’s profile all but glowed in the silver night, Beau transfixed with the way Yasha’s smile pushed her cheeks to round and scrunched her nose just a little. Her eyes crinkled at the corners just so, and Beau studied the temporary crow’s feet that nestled there.

Yasha looked her way and Beau blinked back at her, smiling in return on instinct.

“It’s gorgeous out here, Beau. How did you know this was here?”

“I just...saw it on the way in. Figured you might like it better than inside.”

“It’s very beautiful,” Yasha agreed, sweeping a look over the flowers as she walked through the neatly planted flora. Beau followed, drawn toward her like a moon caught in orbit with no choice but to gravitate.

As they strolled through the garden together, Beau’s hands shoved in her pockets, she tipped her head back to stare at the stars and the low-hanging moon. Maybe it was the nearby ocean, but she swore the night sky always shone brighter in Nicodranas. Yasha’s hair caught Beau’s attention out of the corner of her eye, all but glowing in the silver moonlight.

Everything about the Aasimar beside her beckoned like a lure, and Beau wondered not for the first time how she could have ever lived without Yasha. It was one of those moments where she found herself hard pressed to remember a time before Yasha, before the Nein. There was always an unfortunate set of memories that never failed to surface, but the more mundane memories were harder to access. Everything she did with the Nein felt like they had always been together, had always understood her. Beau knew it wasn’t the truth, but she didn’t care.

They were with her now, that was what mattered.

Time, Beau thought, was such a fickle and inconsistent mistress. She always lingered, but she didn’t serve everyone kindly or evenly.

Some got less - like Mollymauk. Some got more - like Caduceus brought back from death. And some like Lucien got multiple chances, while others like Yasha couldn’t even recall what Time had already given them.

Beau, uncertain where she fell on that sliding scale, knew one thing for sure.

“Yasha,” Beau said in a voice that sounded steadier than she felt. Back near the building where they started, Beau spotted an alcove with a small pristine marble fountain tucked into it. The Aasimar looked over at Beau curiously as the monk grabbed Yasha’s elbow and huddled them into the corner.

Yasha looked surprised as Beau put her own back against the wall and drew Yasha in closer. Even in the half light from the moon, Beau saw the blush on Yasha’s cheeks turning darker, her sturdy hands finding purchase on Beau’s hips.

“I’ll be honest,” Beau sighed, emboldened by the simple action. “This isn’t quite how I pictured doing this. I had, like, this whole thing planned with the tower, but I don’t think I can wait any longer.”

Yasha’s eyes seemed entirely transfixed on Beau’s lips, as if watching the monk craft every syllable she spoke.

“I read your letter,” Beau confessed in a rush. “I actually read it like...weeks ago. And at first I uh...I didn’t know what to do. I had told myself that I wouldn’t make a move, that the ball was in your court because of all the shit you’ve gone through. But then you did make a move, and I haven’t ever really had someone look at me and understand me in the way you do. So I kind of panicked and procrastinated and told myself I’d figure something out. But then all this shit kept happening, and it never felt like the right time to breach the topic, y’know? But then I realized...we’re never promised tomorrow. Especially people like us. So uh...in an effort to spend as much time with you as possible, because I really want to spend a lot of time with you...”

Beau had to pause for a breath, her own cheeks now warm with the emotions swirling messily in her chest.

“I really like you, Yasha,” Beau whispered, feeling short of breath. “In a way that’s kind of terrifying, but that I’m also super into. I like you in a way that makes me nervous, the same feeling I get when we do something fun and dangerous. My heart races and there’s this thrill in my veins. I get stuck in this five-foot world that’s composed of everything and everyone I can see in the moment.”

Biting down on her tongue to stop her rambling and catch her breath, Beau looked up at Yasha. The Aasimar’s fingers curled a little tighter around Beau’s hips, and her lips parted with surprise. Wide eyes and flushed cheeks greeted Beau’s frantic search for emotion, and the monk was acutely aware of her own heart pounding behind her ribs. The moonlight back-lit Yasha, outlining her in silver, and Beau swore for a moment that it crafted a halo above the barbarian’s head.

“Beau,” Yasha whispered. “Can I kiss you?”

“Yeah,” Beau rushed out breathlessly. “Please.”

Yasha ducked her head down so quickly that the press of her lips against Beau’s ended up gently knocking the monk’s head against the wall behind her. Beau didn’t mind at all, too busy smiling against Yasha’s lips and reaching to wrap her arms around the Aasimar’s neck.

It felt like all the air fled from Beau’s lungs for a moment, leaving her breathless and dizzy. The wall at her back and Yasha’s hands on her hips seemed like the only things keeping her upright at the moment. She had wanted to kiss Yasha for a while, but had never put much thought into it beyond that. Beau never imagined what it would feel like to kiss Yasha.

It was like melting and solidifying in the same instance. Beau had never felt more bodily present than she did at that moment, every place Yasha connected with her a physical anchor for her soul. But in the same breath, every fiber of her insides turned to contented mush under the searing, moonlit heat of the Aasimar’s attention.

Their kiss could have lasted seconds or minutes, and Beau wouldn’t have cared either way. Yasha pulled back enough for their noses to brush as they caught their breath.

“Fuck,” Beau managed eventually, sounding strangled with giddy pleasure.

Yasha smirked and offered a quiet, “maybe later, yeah?”

Beau’s brain promptly short-circuited and she stuttered what one might consider an enthusiastic agreement. Yasha took amused mercy on her after a moment and stepped back to let Beau breathe.

“We should uhm...” Yasha started, then stopped, glancing over her shoulder.

“Head back in?” Beau squeaked, recovered enough to speak once more.

“Probably,” Yasha nodded. The Aasimar hesitated, holding out her arm in an awkward, wordless invitation. Beau stared at her for a moment before recognizing the gesture for what it was. Straightening out her jacket with a firm tug and brisk pat down, the monk wound her arm through Yasha’s elbow and shot a giddy grin her way.

Beau decided, as they made their way back into the ballroom, that this was definitely one of the best parties she had ever been to.

[elliethesuperfruitlover]

Give us the smut please 😈

since you asked so nicely

That’s Just the Way You Make Me Feel

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=tGRzz0oqgUE

A/N: This is going to be a Luba x reader fic. I feel like he doesn’t get a lot of attention, and he’s one of my absolute favorite characters of Robbie’s. This one is going to be really steamy and smutty, so beware of that. Enjoy!

Warnings: Warnings: (spoilers to mute if you haven’t watched it) mention of death, smut (ofc), lap dancing, grinding, oral sex (fem. receiving), making out, public sex (for a section), face sitting, biting, unprotected sex (wrap it luvs x)

 You didn’t plan on visiting Luba at either of his jobs, but you got bored in the house, and why not get out, it’s 2037 for goodness sakes. You didn’t care that he was an escort, or that people sometimes reached into his pants to give him money. As long as he came back to you, and was emotionally attached to you, everything was fine. You weren’t really into having too many sexual relationships with other people. A few friends with benefits here and there, yeah, that’s fine. Luba, however, satisfied you both emotionally and sexually. He always learned new tricks from the stripper robots from the club, and at his escort shop (idfk what they’re called), he was taught how to take men’s dicks whole, and how to pleasure a woman in more than one way. Whenever the both of you were in the mood, he’d try out a couple things, and try to make you as happy as possible.

 The trip to the club was a little longer than expected because the cops had been around more, and tanks were always pouring out pollution, as Naadirah’s death sparked a lot of upset, and people wanted action, so Germany took it. They protected their citizens well in the future, and wanted to make sure that their past was left there, and didn’t reoccur. You looked out of the window, and tried to keep your steamy thoughts from interrupting any conversation that you could potentially have with anyone. Luba’s a creature of movement and emotion, and he made you feel extraordinary things. Everything he did to pleasure you was out of care for you, and the way he ate you up, and kissed your thighs, just….I’m getting carried away here. You arrived at the club, in generally clubbish attire. Something that would catch attention, but not make you feel overwhelmed with what everyone saw you in. Luba would for sure notice. It was one of his floral blouses, you had it cinched at the waist, and wore black peekaboo pants, boots to complete it.

“Hey honey. How’ve you been enjoying work?” you asked Luba, sneaking up behind him from the wall he was leaning against.

“Jesus Christ! You can’t just do that to me, I could’ve been armed, or I could’ve had to take a mean piss!” he jumped, holding his hand to his exposed chest, only to break into a smile, chuckling at your antics.

“You know you love some public humiliation. It’s a kink we have yet to explore, but I’m willing to do so.” you casually muttered, kissing his shoulder.

  Luba’s eyes lidded themselves with lust, then he grabbed your face, kissing you sloppily. You melted into his arms, then your hands began wondering, gently fluttering across the bulge in his low-cut pants, pinching it ever so slightly. He gasped into your touch, slipping his tongue into your mouth, yours remaining in its spot, having to fight for dominance. You let him win for the time being, resulting in grinding against the air, your hips getting tired of being in one place. Luba took a hold of your thigh, stepping forward, and grinding against your sex, holding your limb in place to get the right angle. You held onto his face, cradling it with your hand, thumb rubbing against his cheek. He pulled away just at the peak of his own orgasm, and started at you through the blue and purple lights. Luba bit his lip, then asked you to go to the back, as he had to check out, then take you home, and make love to you how you desire.

“Be back before I start humping the wall, honey.” you said, mimicking the phrase.

  He shook his head, chuckling at your antics, then walked towards the back room, swaying his hips as he moved towards the door. You sat there for short of 4 minutes, and even that couldn’t keep you from touching yourself. You tried to hide behind a wall, dragging two fingers across your pussy through your pants. The hand slipped under your pants, dipping into your honey pot. Quiet, breathy moans left your mouth, and Luba came up from behind you, two hands snaking up your body, cupping your breasts.

“Let’s go. You can’t show everyone what I do to you, now can you? Only I get to see this.” he whispered, biting your ear lobe. You tilted your head into his neck, grinding against him, his head going back as well. His bulge was poorly hidden by the tight pants he sported, the very pink tip of his dick peeking from the top of them. Your nimble fingers find it, swiping your thumb over the tip. Luba’s eyes drifted to yours, and they begged you to touch him more, kiss him more, make him feel the way he wants. You turned around, biting into his neck, your hand wrapping around his cock, jacking him off. He moaned at your actions, his hands squeezing against your hips.

“No, I-. Want to do this at home.” he struggles out, his throat dry, voice deepening. You obliged, hand coming from his pants, and you licked your hand in front of him, eyes making full contact. Luba rushed forward and grabbed a hold of your face, his lips smashing against yours. You both moaned into the kiss, and Luba picked you up, pushing you against a wall, grinding his hard on against your clothed slit. Few people in the club noticed the two of you, even though it was quite packed that night. Soon enough, your slick began to soak through your panties, coming through your pants. Luba noticed, and stuck two fingers down your panties, circling your clit, coating themselves in you. He bit your lip, and carried you the rest of the way to the taxi he ordered. He let you go when you reached the car, and the both of your stared deeply at each other the entire ride. 

  As the car pulled into the driveway, and Luba paid the driver, you unbuckled your bra, heading towards the door. You took it off, and unlocked the door, throwing it across the living room. Luba followed you, and kissed you from behind, breathing your scent.

“Grab a chair, sit in the middle of the room. I’ll be right back.” he whispered into your ear sultrily. You shuddered at his words, but followed his orders. You thought of taking your shoes off, but were interrupted by his voice at the end of the hallway.

“I got that, don’t you worry. Just...relax. I’ll take good, good care of you.” he said, running his hands down your thighs, then taking your boots and socks off, kissing up the length of both of your legs, still clothed. His eyes followed yours, then they turned up, locking on your chest, where your nipples were erect under the translucent shirt. He reached up, and unbuttoned your shirt, exposing the collection of skin and fat on your chest. He fondled them, and brushed his long finger along the side of your body. Goosebumps were patterned along his touch, and you shivered at his eyes, almost completely black with lust.

  Luba brought his finger to his lips, letting it slip into his mouth, wrapping his plump lips around it. He licked along it, then dragged it down his body, across his smooth chest. It stopped at his waistband, where the fewest of stray pubes lay, and dipped into his pants. He took a sharp inhale of breath, and moaned at the feeling. You saw his hand move along his shaft, making slow strokes. He made very deliberate movements, then stopped all of a sudden. His lip was caught between his teeth, and the hand emerged, empty. He was stopping himself from cumming, and was really struggling. A thing Luba liked is teasing, but never on himself. It was always you being teased. And tonight is no different. He shed you of your pants, and you lifted your hips from the chair, revealing your lace underwear, and when you sat back down, you felt your wetness on the chair. You could feel his breath hitch, and soon enough, he stood up, and led his hips to yours. He walked over the vintage record player on the television stand. His ass stuck out as he put a vinyl on, and turned around just as it started.

Baby, don’t make me spell it out for ya’

All of the feelings that I’ve got for ya’

 His vest and tie came right off, and Luba threw them in a random direction, to be picked up the next morning….or afternoon if you’re lucky. He walked over to you, and sat on your lap. His feet supported his own weight, on both sides of the chair they lay.

                                            Oh. That’s where this is going.

He began grinding against you, his pants doing nothing to smother his hardened length. Every beat was another roll of his hips, forcing a moan from you, as his head turned with every touch you put on him. His hands dug into the wood of the chair, and his voice strained as the pressure kept building up. Your fingers played along his chest, stopping here and there to drop a few kisses, or pinch one of his nipples.

It’s like I’m powerful with a little bit of tender

An emotional sexual bender

He humped your body, his face contorting, just like the beat did. His hips flexed, and the smoothness of his back never felt so good. Everything just felt so beautiful, and real, and intimate between you two. You’d been waiting on him to finally show some of his skills to you, but you never thought you’d be this close. Every grind against sex felt like pure paradise. His eyes were constantly closed, and only opened when a particular angle hit a little harder than intended.

Mess me up, yeah no one does it better

There’s nothin’ better

 He always treated you like you deserved. Even when he came home from a rough night of clients, he always made sure that you were the top priority. If your feet were bothering you from the ballet shoes, he’d rub them, and offer to carry you to bed. If you were cramping, he’d fix you tea, and treat you so well. You knew that it was a bi-product of Naadirah. He loved her so much, and did the things he did, and still does for her. She was somewhat blind in what he did, and he’s hurt. Every now and then he gets really upset about it, he can’t treat clients well enough, when he has a shift at the club, his face is glossed over with happiness. That’s where you stepped in, and told him to let it out. Nobody deserves to be treated that way. He did all that, and for what? Nothing? And I know you’re not supposed to speak ill of the dead, but she was a bit of a bitch now. He always put on this chipper exterior, and you were happy that today was a really good day. So good that-

“Ah, yes! Right there.” he moans, as you realize that as you’ve been thinking, your hand drifted down to stroke him. Lu was very close to cumming, but you decided not to allow it.

  You stopped your actions, and humped him still, not giving him a complete break. He was whimpering against your touch, and felt bad that you were teasing him so. Though, not bad enough to stop. Every little grunt, and breathless pant that fell from those perfect lips made you want to burst, but not quite. He looked deep into your eyes, then put his hand out, sweaty and clammy, covered in marks from the wooden chair. You grabbed his hand, and he led you to the floor, not too far from where the chair was. He got your black panties from your body, dragging them against his face, rubbing them against his chest. The very thought made you drip straight onto the floor. They made their stop at his pants, where he stuffed them into his pants, lightly jacking his cock off with the fabric. The wetness from the fabric, and the scratchiness of it were pure heaven for him, but you, as always, were the top priority. He kissed your lips, pulling away with a loud smack. He nibbled, then bit along your neck, and moaned when his bulge brushed right up against your knee, in the best of ways. He licked the rest of the way down, and, though you weren’t clean shaven in the least, he ate you right up. Little kitten licks were rewarded to your clitoris, the wet sound resonating in the hot air. 

“Look at me real quick.” he asked, your wetness coating his chin.

  You did so, and a hand made its way to Luba’s face, and a middle finger made its way into his mouth, making you moan in earnest, and it found its destination quite quickly. Your wet, warm, and inviting pussy. Your mouth opened from the intrusion, and Luba began praising you quietly, with little “good girl” and every now and then “oh, look at you, so wet for me.” He was doing a good job of making you almost cum, but at the last moment, his finger would switch and you felt his lips form into a smirk against your sex.

“Got an idea.” you mustered out, and he pulled away, his chin dripping juice onto the floor, just as you were.

  He sat on his haunches, waiting for your action. You motioned for him to lie down, and he did as you asked. His eyes glimmered with the light, and you moved your body to go on top of his face. You heard a short “oh, Gott, yes.” , and his hands went to your bottom to try to keep you in place. Hips lowered onto faces, and your mouth formed an o, and your hands were beside his head, and your thighs were putting pressure on his face. He moaned at your antics, and that urged you to almost scream from the sensation. You began to slowly move against him, the cold tip of his nose touching your pubic mound, right before the main action. His tongue began moving in turn with our hips, and suddenly a spot was hit. Your mouth opened in ecstasy, and backs arched.

That’s just the way you make me feel.

That’s just the way you make me feel.

So real, so good, so fuckin’ real

  He fucked you so good, all the time. His tongue was just perfect for your pussy, and he attacked it with such precision.

That’s just the way you make me feel.

That’s just the way you make me feel.

  You rode Luba’s face through your orgasm, and your thighs let up on his head. Underneath all that action, Luba caught your release in his mouth, opening it, just where you can see it. You urged him to swallow, and he did, or so you thought. Your lips met his after your hips shifted on top of his, and some of the remaining liquid made its way into your mouth, and you moaned at the feeling. Luba motioned for you to stand up, and you did, almost slipping on your slick. He giggled a little, then sat himself down on the chair, still wet. You sat on top of his cock very slowly, letting yourself sink down inch by long inch. The veins on his cock pulsed into your walls, and you were almost ahegao-ing from the sensation. You sank down on his dick, and your ass was stuck out from the angle. Luba groaned at you, smiling back at you. Your hands were on his shoulders, and you were just aching to start moving. His hands resting on your back, ready to guide you. Your body sank down on him, and your pussy stretched to accommodate the length. It felt so good, and you let him know. The little gasps that left your body were far and flung between. His mouth was kissing along your collarbone and clavicle, giving them special attention.

   Soon enough, he began thrusting back into you, slowly at first. His feet were angled on the floor, his toes curling when certain angles were hit. You were thriving in his touch, and he in yours. The two of you made love so beautifully that night, nothing was as precious, and as clear cut. You two were so enthralled with each other, every insertion, grab of skin, kiss. Every little exchange between thrusts that could be shared eye contact, or even nose kisses between each other. It was all so strong and sensitive. Nothing beat that feeling of pure togetherness. It was so close, and hot. You could just cream around him from the sheer feeling of his head touching the spot right where your womb began. The pace slowly began to quicken between the two of you, and Luba’s balls slapped between your body, and your breasts bounced up and down from the gravity of the situation. You ground into him, and he grabbed you with his entire form, and moaned against your neck, and out of nowhere, there was a very loud crack.

That's just the way that I feel now, baby

Good God! I can't help it! Agh!

That's just the way that I feel, yeah

Please! I can't help it

“Oh fuck! Right there baby! I-I’m cumming!” he says, ignoring the fact that the two of you were on the ground, fucking the hardest in forever.

   You followed suit, squeezing around his cock, and cumming on his length. You moaned into the open air, and wrapped your arms around his back, slowly grinding to relieve yourself. He kissed down your neck to calm you down and picked the both of you up from the remains of the poor chair. He fixed the both of you a hot bath, and you cleaned him up, trying to cover up the hickies the best you could. You dressed him, as well as yourself. You ate a bowl of Frosted Flakes, and attempted to super-glue the chair back together. You went back to Luba in bed, and he was close to asleep, nodding off. You kissed his shoulder, and his hands, cuddling up against him. He was blushing by the time you were done, but it all worked out in the end. Except for Naadirah of course.

Masterlist

[lynnthevirgo]

Surprise - Han Jisung (Stray Kidz) M

Summary: Your boyfriend comes home with a birthday surprise for you. But it’s not the one you were expecting.

WC: 2.2k

Warnings: Cursing, smut, oppa/baby girl, noona reader, light choking, male and female oral, unprotected sex (Y’all, please use a condom. This is for my wife and she’s a hoe, don’t be like her.), fingering and degrading nickname (slut)

A/N: This is a very late birthday gift to my wife who needed to be wrecked by Han because she wrecked me just for the hell of it. Happy belated birthday cutie @yourguessisasgoodasminemate, love you to bits and I hope your birthday was still fun regardless of the current quarantine.

                                  ****************************************

You’d deliberately kept your birthday secret from him because you knew he’d go way over the top and you were not having it. Han spoiled you enough as it was; museum pieces that he knew fit your aesthetic, clothes that varied from your own personal tastes to things he wanted to see you in and so many dog toys for the fur babies you and he collected over the years. You didn’t mind that he spoiled the dogs, but to spend so much on you when you couldn’t return the favor was not something you enjoyed.

Han was a great boyfriend, soon to be fiancé if you were lucky enough. But throughout the few years you’d been together, you’d found out his one flaw is numbers. So birthdays, anniversaries and even his own comeback schedules were not his strong suite. Often you had to remind him of his own hair appointments because he’d forget to schedule reminders on his phone. He was so cute but so hopeless and it’s grown to be one of your favorite quirks of his.

However he’s gotten smarter of your antics to avoid getting presents from him and has since adapted to them. The year before last he took you and your friends out to a celebratory dinner every night until you caved and told him the exact date. Then last year he spent the entire week of your birthday buying you small but very expensive gifts to annoy you. It worked because he did end up giving you a gift on your birthday, you just made sure to tell him the day after so he couldn’t buy you more.

This year however, he couldn’t do any of that because he had been doing comeback promo with his brothers. It had just hit the midnight hour and you were another year older, it’s a shame too because it just reminds you of the already existing age gap between you. You didn’t know why you were cursed to like men younger than you, but it gave you Han so you’re not all that bitter about it. He’s tried to adapt to just calling you by your name, but those Korean honorifics kept popping out. You were noona for the longest time until he finally asked you out, then you became Jagiya. But the noona term still applies whenever he wants to be a shit and remind you of your age difference.

He was due to walk through your door any minute and you were in a mood. His plane landed around ten thirty and he’d been keeping you up to date on what he was doing, clearly just as excited to get home to you. But he’d also been sending you selfies and voice messages in between the updates. There was a very reoccurring theme throughout all of them, he was so. Fucking. Horny. You didn’t know whether to be excited or scared, because even though he looked cute and was a big goof…he was also ridiculously kinky.

The key to your home turned in the lock and the dogs started barking, immediately on alert. You weren’t sure if the flipping in your stomach was butterflies or anxiety, hell it could’ve been both. But you knew it wasn’t just Han walking through your door, it was oppa and he was expecting his baby girl to be ready to submit. The last time he touched you like this was before he left and you’d be lying to yourself if you didn’t want him to absolutely ruin you.

He enters the house wordlessly, laughing to himself as he pets all four of your dogs and being bombarded with them jumping at him. Even behind the travel mask he wears you can see and hear the smile on his face, his eye smile failing to hide the emotion.

“A little help?” He asks, suppressing a laugh as he tries to stop the pitbull puppy you’d recently gotten from pulling at his skinny jeans. The older, larger dogs still trying to jump on his back in his attempts to calm her.

Together the two of you managed to collect all of them and let them outside in the fenced in yard to run off their excitement. The oldest finding his usual perching spot and lying down immediately. The minute the door is closed behind them, his hands find your hips. You can feel his breath against your neck and the soft kisses he leaves along the nape of it. Oh shit.

“I missed you.” He says in a whisper along your shoulder blade. His fingers sliding themselves under the jumper you wore and tracing shapes into your skin.

“Happy birthday, Jagiya.” He continues, biting ruthlessly into your shoulder and gripping you tighter. Mother fuck!

You can’t even ask how he knew, the minute you open your mouth to speak his tongue slides inside and massages itself against yours. His fingers moving down to pull at the sweatpants you were wearing, the other hand gripping onto your ass as he presses your face to the glass of the sliding door. He leaves your mouth and pulls the jumper over your head, leaving you in your bra and your underwear as you wordlessly ditch your sweatpants. You wanted to cum tonight and being a good girl was how to get that.

He smirks at your submissive expression, patiently awaiting him to touch you more, the glass is cold against your skin but you can barely feel it with the fire burning under your skin.

“Such a good birthday girl, how many are we going for tonight? Four? Five?” He laughs at the whimper you didn’t realize you did  until it was too late.

“Kneel, noona.” He orders, his eyebrow raising in that stupidly handsome way it does when he’s feeling himself. Fuck you were so wet already and he barely touched you.

You unzip his jeans, pull him out of his boxer briefs and watch him spring out. The groan he emits is so hot you fight the whine you want to release, already dying to have him inside you. Your tongue slides along his length and your lips close around his tip, sucking lightly to tease him for the noona remark. He growls and hit’s the door behind you in frustration, annoyed at the pace you’re going.

“Y/n, remember our rule; whatever you do to me I do to you worse.” He reminds. Instantly your pace quickens, your mouth sliding along him at your usual pace and the pressure increasing around his base, your hands jerking roughly. You knew how ruthless he could be and tonight was not the night you wanted to be edged for hours.

“Fuck, that‘s my good girl.” Han praises, his hands holding your hair ready to pull you off before he cums. You continue going, your pace quickening to show your appreciation and he pulls your hair to warn you. Your tongue brushes over the slit in his tip, licking up the precum spilling over and sliding down your chin. He pulls you off of him with a loud grunt and holds your head in place while he holds eye contact with you. You’re just dripping for him, wanting to feel him deep inside you.

“On the couch, just how I like you and if you touch yourself before I get to you, you‘re getting punished.” He warns, releasing your head and watching you scramble to the sofa. You grab the blanket thrown over the couch and bring it onto the floor behind you while you lean over the arm of the sofa. Frantically you toss the remainder of your clothes off you and spread your legs so he has easy access.

“Y/n, you‘re fucking dripping already. Have you missed me that much, jagiya?” Han asks, his fingers brushing against your lips and sliding your arousal around before settling at your core. You tried to be quiet, but you’re so worked up that when his mouth latched onto your clit you couldn’t help but cry out. His fingers slid into you with ease coated in your own arousal, reaching deep inside and coaxing your g spot.

You can hear his whimpers as he sucks on your clit, getting turned on by the moans you can’t hold back. His fingers pumping into you at an unforgiving pace while he laps his tongue along your clit. It’s been too long, you can’t take the vibrations of his whimpers and the stimulation of his fingers inside you. There’s no way, you’re cursing loudly as you grab hold of the cushion in front of you, the fire inside you boiling over and spilling out. You’re cumming, dripping all over his face and fingers and groaning as your legs shake around him.

“Fuck, noona.” He whispers against your back as he brushes his hands along your thighs, calming you down.

“I can‘t wait to hear you scream my name.” His voice says beside your ear as he thrusts inside you roughly. Your legs almost tumble out from under you from the sheer force of it and you’re whimpering already at his girth. You’d already forgotten how thick he was and even with all your arousal, you were so tight around him it was painful.

He rolled his hips into you slowly at first, hitting you deep and making you whine under him while his hand wrapped instinctively around your throat. You wrapped your hand around his arm for support as you arched your back to help push him toward the spot he was hitting earlier. Fuck, why did he feel so good? He brought his other hand up and pulled at your hair while he kissed along your neck, marking up your skin and groaning into it.

“Cum with me, y/n.” He orders, lifting himself and thrusting into you roughly as he reaches his high. You’re cursing again, screaming loudly as he hits you exactly where you need him to. His hand reaching down to rub against your clit as he holds your hip with the other.

“Who‘s my dirty fucking slut?” He asks, thrusting into you at an unforgiving speed.

“I am, oppa.” You respond, gripping the cushion tighter, trying to control yourself from cumming too soon. His hand grips into your side tighter, you’re whimpering as he digs into you. There’s no way you’re not waking up with bruises tomorrow.

“Who do you belong to?” He asks, quickening his pace against your clit. As you groan from the build up you cry out his name, trying to control your breathing.

“Is my slut ready to cum?” You can hear the smirk in his voice as your legs shake again. All you can do is nod, your orgasm control threatening to break at the smallest vibration.

You feel him lean forward as he pulls along your ear with his mouth, sliding his tongue along the curve before he whispers,

“Cum for me.” your body already responding. He holds you tightly against his chest as it ripples through you, you’re gasping for air as it flows through you hard, making your body twitch uncontrollably at the smallest touch. You can feel him filling you up, both your cum and his spilling out of you while you hold his arm to you for support. He bites along your shoulder blade, leaving more marks in his wake and grunting as he thrusts slow.

He lies you on the couch, kissing along your spine as he removes himself from inside of you. As you catch your breath you feel him help you back into your jumper, holding you close to him and kissing the side of your head as he fixes it to your form. When he leaves you again you’re a little annoyed because you want to curl up into him on the sofa. But then you hear the whining you didn’t notice earlier. You turn yourself around and curl your legs into yourself slowly. Behind you is Han, in his boxer briefs, holding a baby blue eyed husky with an adorable green bow tied onto it’s collar.

“Surprise?” He offers, smiling with his mouth closed and lips tight together.

You’re so vulnerable you can’t help but cry, pulling the chunky, floofy baby close to you and brushing your fingers through his fur.

“Han, she‘s so cute, how dare you!” You fake protest, trying to stop yourself from crying by being angry.

“You know I hate when you spoil me on my birthday!” You say with furrowed brows, hugging the puppy closer to you, trying to get it to stop wiggling.

“Oh, it‘s your birthday? That‘s great!” He says, a small smirk playing on his lips while he bites the inside of his chubby cheek. You watch his eyes dart to the ceiling to avoid eye contact while he brings a hand up to hold his neck.

“Are you telling me you actually didn‘t know? You‘ve just been bluffing this whole fucking time?” You ask, more annoyed with yourself than him since you let the cat out of the bag.

“You fucking shit head!” You shout, swatting him with real annoyance this time. He laughs at you, helping you wipe your face of the last of the tears.

“Happy birthday, y/n, thanks for putting up with me another year.” He says, reaching out and holding your thigh. You fight the urge to cry again as he kisses your forehead. Sometimes you really hated how sweet your boyfriend was.

“Yeah, yeah.” You pout, pushing him before lifting your head up and kissing him. You felt him press his fingers deeper into your inner thigh and moan into the kiss. Then you remembered, that was only two orgasms and he promised four or five. Your birthday present wasn’t over yet.

[fanficimagery]

anonymous asked: can you do one where the reader and jeff are dating, the reader has scoliosis and when she experiences back pain, Jeff helps her through it?

Author's Note: I apologize for the lack of researching Scoliosis and how it really affects one's life. These imagines are meant to be quick and easy, so I simplified what I could. Also, much thanks to those who answered a few questions about Scoliosis.

JEFF X READER

Waking up this morning, you know it's not going to be a good day. There's a twinge in the lower right portion of your back and it doesn't feel like it's going to go away anytime soon. So settling at the foot of your bed, you have a brief session of lower back stretches. Tired and annoyed after nothing appears to change, you pop a couple of ibuprofen in your mouth, washing them down with water and pray the pain killers take the pain away.

As you set about getting ready for school, the twinges don't lessen and it feels like it worsens the moment you take a seat at your vanity to do your hair and makeup. So by the time Mom comes in to check on you, she finds you face down on your bed as you reach around behind you to rub where it hurts. 

"Y/N? Everything okay?"

"No," you mumble into the mattress. "I hurt."

"Maybe you should take the day off, sweetie. The pain hasn't been this bad in a few months, so go ahead and stay home. Take care of yourself."

"Yeah. I think I just might."

The door doesn't shut, instead you can hear drawers opening and closing. You don't bother scolding your mother about privacy because you know what she's looking for, and you breath a sigh of relief minutes later when a heating patch is stuck to where it hurts the most.

Having Scoliosis isn't something you talk much about, in fact if it weren't for the reoccurring pain you would forget you even had it since the curvature of your spine is minimal, but it's there and only a select few know about it. So with that in mind, you grab up your phone and text your boyfriend to let him know not to wait for you before class.

TO: JEFF Not going to school today. Back pain.

It only takes a few minutes for him to reply, his text bringing a smile to your face.

FROM: JEFF I'll miss u. I'll even take notes 4 u.

TO: JEFF And ppl say chivalry is dead. Kiss ass.

FROM: JEFF I do love that ass. Lol. I'll c u after school *kissy face emoji*

TO: JEFF Loser. I'll see u later *heart emoji*

Left alone for the day, you make yourself comfortable and doze off in hopes of the pain lessening. But when you wake an hour later, the pain has spread towards your side and down your right leg. On a scale of 1-10, the pain is about a 6 and you're miserable.

You do everything you can think of to lessen the pain, but it only works for you briefly until the pain's back again. 

The day passes uncomfortably and you nearly cry tears of relief when Jeff pops up almost as soon as school is over. He takes one look at your pinched expression and envelops you in a hug before guiding you back upstairs. 

"You look like hell," he jokingly tells you as you re-enter your room.

"I feel like it," you mumble. 

You move to lay back down, but Jeff stops you. "Wait. Um. Take off your shirt."

Tiredly laughing, you shake your head. "Babe. Now's not the best time for that particular brand of fun."

But all he does is roll his eyes. "I know that. I just- I picked up some massaging oil. It's meant for other types of activity, but I figured you'd appreciate the heating factor of the oil. You get comfortable and I'll take care of you."

Heart swelling with love for this boy, you smile shyly before stepping into his personal space and glancing up. Then cupping his cheek in hand, you tell him, "What did I do to deserve someone like you? You're perfect."

He shrugs off the compliment. "Lose the shirt, Y/N, and lay down."

And well you're not about to turn down a massage, especially given the way your whole back is starting to ache now. So pushing up on the tips of your toes and pressing a chaste kiss to his lips, you give him your back and strip out of your shirt. Then thinking on it quickly, you strip off your bra as well since he's going to be using oil.

There's a strangled gasp from behind you, but you quickly kneel on your bed to gather the bed sheet so it's scrunched up beneath your chest and head as you lay down. Then situating yourself so you're not flashing your boyfriend, you smile at him to let him know he can begin whenever he's ready.

Jeff climbs on next, situating himself on your left side before moving your hair over your shoulder. "Where does it hurt most?" He asks. 

"All over," you sigh. "But mostly the lower right of my back."

Jeff's hands then meet bare skin, his thumbs immediately pressing into your lower back. You groan and squirm, but eventually sink back into the mattress as he continues to work. You feel him lean over you and your eyes pop open in surprise when you feel and hear him pressing kisses along your right side.

"Um. Jeff..?"

"Shh," he murmurs. "I know what I'm doing."

You gulp, but nothing comes out of his surprise kisses. He sits upright again and moments later you feel cold droplets of oil hit your back. Though the second it's rubbed into your back, it starts to heat up and you sigh in pleasure. "If you keep this up, I'm never letting you go."

"Counting on it, beautiful. Now relax and let me work. I know you're in pain, so I want to do my best to help as much as I can."

"Perfect. Absolutely perfect," you groan when he hits one particular achy spot.

[mittieburgmann-blog]

Why My Spouse Does not Make Me Delighted

As you recognize, having a favorable mindset creates you feel excellent concerning yourself. Through performing regular exercise you transform your physiology, you modify your body system chemicals, which are going to create you think different, so you begin paying attention to various traits. Perhaps you are actually to prepare great tasting foods at my favorite restaurant (which makes me happy) and while you are making excellent food items, your ins are actually writhing along with delight! Dr.Zabaza is the wonderful guy that managed to restore my enthusiast within 48hours and also due to the fact that them my fanatic has actually been managing me with a lot passion and i have actually never been actually therefore pleased as i am today. Yet, if you like to make fashion jewelry, or to write, locating means to create cash along with your passion might be a little harder. Involvement on this website by a party performs not imply promotion of any other gathering's information, items, or even services. If you like creating points, you may try recruiting and also create a really good lifestyle performing what you like. Since that will definitely lead you to duplicate the same blunders as lots of various other men normally make, do not make an effort to perform factors in the dark. All content published on this internet site is the obligation of the party submitting such information. Definitely, consequently outside traits as well as individuals are not mosting likely to create us happy in the longterm, as they continuously need to be switched out with another thing. Some males are stubborn creatures occasionally, and also no male, one or even woman, likes being actually compelled to make changes. You may make easy, but exquisite main features through only grouping together numerous small framed photographs. Irrespective of the condition or even conditions, we get to select whether we want to feel happy and also energized, or miserable and sluggish. I make this a lead to view an incident or two throughout the full week to provide me an excellent laugh. Here is actually a Health and wellness Goal Example: This is June 1st 2010 and also I am actually so pleased since I have achieved my intended goal body weight from 75kg. A cafeteria dinner along with shimmering silver chafing foods for the food could additionally produce a 75th special day festivity much more trendy. Our experts have an option on what to perform concerning that. Thus, cease take, knock, knockin' on the sad girl's door as well as prefer to enjoy regarding your partnership and also your lifestyle. I'm heading to create a reoccuring session in my task supervisor to intend a vacation monthly - even if I do not have one that often. However If our company started from a placement from certainly not being happy and also not possessing any confidence in our own selves or our potentials at that point this boost in money are going to not transform factors all around and also create our company happy. Being alone sometimes does not create a person any longer the unhappier, that occasionally offers you area to presume making concepts from excellents, learning more about onesself much better, in a lot of - ways! Some of the best spots in order to get tips for an 80th birthday celebration is actually from the guest of honor, herself. Yet my actions really did not observe exactly what I understood intellectually and also I located on my own counting on to be satisfied whenever something excellent took place to me. Certain, I mored than happy for a while, however this really did not' final. Receiving exactly what he really wants during the course of a sexual intercourse will definitely offer him better satisfaction and leaves him pleased. Pinpointing points that create you satisfied and making all of them aspect of your lifestyle will be the only technique you can find that delighted place. This features waiting for one thing to follow right into your lifestyle so as to enjoy. Do not fret, we are actually not mosting likely to advise that you produce chicken soup a staple in your diet to have a really good marriage. At times companions repetitively say to the various other just what they require or yearn for to feel enjoyed, appreciated, and essential, and also the companion will definitely make some brief attempts to abide. Thats the issue individuals grew having pretty very easy lifestyles in a 1st globe country possess no clue what actual difficulties are actually. and after that fuss they typically aren't happy its hilarious as well as saddening that thats exactly what this world has actually come to. A job management certification will certainly let employers know that you are serious about your willpower which you have actually accomplished the instruction necessary to create you a proficient as well as beneficial professional. Also if you focus on the important things in your life that you are happy for certainly not merely perform you experience more pleased however you also begin to entice even more things that make you happy. I commonly discover myself drawing up a page from delighted factors when I remain in a good and pleased location and I'm troubled that's mosting likely to come to a side soon. When you would like to acquire your ex lover girlfriend back asap, you often bring in the same mistake as most people perform, as well as you also recognize that this is actually certainly not visiting operate. Our company are going to replace your automobile along with a brand new one of the exact same make model and requirements if your vehicle is actually destroyed beyond cost-effective repair work or swiped as well as not recouped and you got your vehicle off brand new within the past One Year. If you quit making an effort to receive him back as well as make him believe you do not prefer him anymore, that will hasten factors up. If you resemble me, your intelligence knows that product traits don't produce you satisfied. Receive the education and learning you should receive the work you desire or even just proceed as well as look for that. Do whatever you need to perform to create that modification as well as more than happy. So if you presumed being outdated would certainly make you unhappy, felt confident that it is actually most likely you'll develop a much more beneficial expectation than you perhaps have currently. Look at these right here principal characteristics from the indicator and also what that states about maintaining them pleased in relationships. Absolutely, hawks or other aggressive birds may be pulled to parties of tune birds. Having said that, a stepping in snooze shut out and even reversed this negative mental sensitivity to anger as well as fear while conversely enhancing ratings from good (satisfied) articulations. If you like a certain amazing meals, discuss it as well as if it is actually achievable he will definitely book at a restaurant that serves that regardless of whether he never attempted that before. Might make every comics enthusiasts hope a fact along with a rumored launch from the Justice Organization in 2015. Certainly not that I dislike how I appear-- this's additional just that I should make some way of living changes. Spanish destinations like Majorca support special appeal to holidaymakers outward Europe. Through doing routine exercise you alter your anatomy, you alter your body chemicals, which will definitely make you feel different, so you begin concentrating on other points. Possibly you are to prepare delectable meals at my favored dining establishment (that makes me satisfied) and while you are actually creating excellent food, your ins are actually twisting along with satisfy! Then they informed me that they must direct a spell on him that are going to make him go back to me as well as the youngsters, they directed the spell and after 1 full week my spouse phoned me as well as he informed me that i must forgive him, he started to apologize on phone as well as stated that he still stay me that he did not know just what take place to him that he left me. this was actually the incantation that he traditionalspellhospital directed on him that make him comeback to me today, me and also my family members are actually now satisfied once more today If you have any queries concerning where by and how to use yellow pages online free (free--weigths1.info), you can contact us at our web-site. .