#mane I sound desperate

[grimmcheems]

Yall, I've been considering doing commissions. Obviously I don't have a reference sheet for it since I have never done them before but I just wanted to post this poll to see if there was any interest bc ik we all struggling in this economy rn💀😔😭 (I'm about to sound real desperate)

Depending on the response, I might make a doc form thing to further get a feel for the specifics of what anybody might want and get a better idea of the general price range people would be willing to put down🧎‍♀️🗿

Literally anybody who sees this post can vote you don't have to be familiar with my art to want a possible commission from me, you can quickly browse my profile to get a feel of my skill level and style/fandoms. If you are interested then I'd appreciate if you keep tabs on my posts after this to see if I'll be able to go through and actually make it possible.

It doesn't have to he a huge number of votes yall, even one commission to pay for a meal at my Uni would be enough🙏🏽😔🗣💖😭

I already might have a possible idea of doing doodle commissions for a little coin (not much like max $5) but let me know what yall think.

Ik there's a possibility no one might want anything from me rn but that's aight. I'm just trying to scope the scenery and try my luck bc Dawgs I've been unemployed for like two months now and I'm contemplating rooftops ngl. (/j I'm just coping)

Obv. I'll set rules for this if the results are pretty good and get it set up but the major ones to keep in mind rn are ❗️🚫NO PROSHIP ART, nsfw(only bc i dont know how to draw that yet😔maybe in the future yall)🚫❗️

Everything else (if I find that i can) is free game. Idk how to make furry art but if I try it out and it's up to liking I'll do it mane.🗿

[generalsmemories]

Jing Yuan the... Lion

✧ jing yuan x gn!reader

✧ based on the ask: how would the characters react when jing yuan somehow magically transforms into a lion (like mimi) for a day? x reader is ok!! - requested by @/ephemeralyae

✧ contents: humor, established relationship, fluff, mentions of other characters

✧ a/n: i've noticed a certain pattern with my writing sideblogs, and that is the fact that i'll always get this sort of request HAHA. And in line with similar patterns, this will be the first post written in a headcanon format! i went the x reader route with just a hint on how characters would react (not that big of a reaction, moreso what they have to do in this situation) so i hope it was okay!

not beta-read again lmfao.

✧ He is as confused as everyone else with this situation. One moment he's sitting idly by his office, writing on his desk and the next moment he's left staring dumbfoundedly at a gigantic paw quite similar to the paws he squishes quite frequently back at home.

✧ Is the quick rundown you're given when you arrive at the Seat of Divine Foresight along with Fu Xuan and Yukong - having been frequently spammed with incoherent messages from Qingzu in the span of a few minutes.

✧ And although this very much is a serious situation - nevermind the mystery that the Divine Foresight is always absent from his usual seat, if he actually stays in this lion form for more than a day everything onboard the luofu will be behind schedule and he will for real be absent from the Seat of Divine Foresight because he's going to be taken in by the alchemy comission to figure out how to turn him back.

✧ And yet, as everyone is scrambling around trying to figure out a solution to turn him back and a reason to why he specifically was turned only - you're just left staring straight back at the lion with soft white hair and golden eyes who seem all to relaxed when staring back at you.

✧ Heck the tail is even comfortably swaying back and forth - even though he's well aware of the chaos he's caused.

✧ "... You know everyone in this room is in a disarray because of you, right?" a small roar that oddly sounded like his usual laugh, "... Yukong have to be able to discreetly send a message to the other flagships without even alerting anyone else in the Palace of Astrum, you are aware of that, correct?" you swear you saw the lion nodding his head.

✧ "... Master diviner Fu Xuan is going to have a lot more on her plate with this added problem, you agree to that right?" you ask once more, the lion only gave you a closed eyed smile.

✧ "Yanqing will be disappointed when you're not going to spar with him today, you've already avoided it for the past 2 weeks and you promised him today," the lion merely turns his head around, promptly ignoring you with a side glance of mischief.

✧ How can he be a scoundrel even when turned into a lion.

✧ "... Mimi would probably attack you the moment she spots you," you settle on saying. And somehow that information alone was enough for the once relaxed state of the lion to be in distress. Jing Yuan's once laid down form springing back into all fours - the sudden action making Qingzu who were still sorting out documents yelp.

✧ "... You know you could've tried saying you would leave him to see if he would react," Fu Xuan comments as the lion before the two of you makes his way over, "I think he would die on the spot if I said that, now how do we get him to-" you're unable to finish your answer back to the master diviner when you're suddenly pounced on by Jing Yuan.

✧ And as anyone would've expected, the much heavier weight makes you topple down to the floor with a loud bang.

✧ "... Did he already gain some feline traits?"

✧ You're unable to answer the question, desperately slamming your fist down on the lions mane before you're able to wriggle your head away from the amount of fur in your face, "Jing Yuan-" you wheeze, "I'm barely able to carry you while you're human, what made you think I can carry you when you weigh close to 200 kilograms?!"

✧ The lion seemed to not care, merely nuzzling his nose against your hair while making no move to actually get off of you.

✧ "... You know what, let's just call the healers down here and leave him here for the day. I have other business to attend to and Yanqing is already blowing up my phone asking where this idiot is," you say, tapping the lion on top of you on the nose before letting your hands tousle the mane, blinking in surprise at how oddly soft it was.

✧ "... On second thought I'll stay here until the healers come," you rephrase, continuing to run your hands through the mane, Jing Yuan seeming to purr in content at the excessive rubbing.

✧ So this is why Mimi is so content whenever you would excessively rub her everywhere.

og request here!

[lavendermin]

Stop, about the Mimi being protective of pregnant reader....I imagine it carried out even when the baby was born...like when rhe baby is in bed giggling and Mimi circles around them then growl when jy wants to see his baby..I also think mimi would take the baby w her and JY and reader was STRESSED when their baby is gone only to find their baby fell asleep in the warmth of Mimi🥹

You’re so right 100%

Jing Yuan is often busy so your company mostly consists of Mimi for most of the time and the few regular faces you’ll see at the estate. And now that you’re pregnant, Jing Yuan takes extra precaution appointing several of his most entrusted contacts to keep you safe when he isn’t by your side.

cw | pregnancy, suggestive

Who would have known that Mimi, the majestic white lion, who was at first mostly indifferent to you is now suddenly glued to your side like a needy lap cat. And you could only pinpoint this shift in behavior with the progression of your pregnancy.

You started noticing the small shifts two months into your pregnancy. Mimi would follow you from room to room when Jing Yuan wasn’t around. Its icy blue eyes would bore into those who came to speak with you, a little guarded. But Mimi was intelligent—Jing Yuan had expressed this himself to you on many occasions since knowing him. It would not harm anyone that wasn’t a true threat.

When someone asks to feel your belly, Mimi will make a low rumbling sound as a threat. Still, early on it’s no problem and it’s a little situation you easily dispel with comforting assurances and scratches behind Mimi’s ear.

It only becomes a bigger issue when you’re about five months into the pregnancy. Jing Yuan has just come back from a rather long expedition for official business—forty-six days to be exact. And his heart is light with the notion that he finally gets to hold his lovely wife, so wonderful and pregnant, for the first time in weeks.

“My love, it’s good to see you back safe and sound,” you greet, hobbling over from where you were resting on the couch with Mimi obediently at your feet. You look positively radiant like this, your tummy rounded with his child and your body soft and glowing.

Strange, Jing Yuan thinks as he removes some of his armor and regalia. It isn’t lost on him how Mimi follows closely by your side, almost supporting you as you walk to make sure your balance is ensured.

“Ive counted the days until I could see you again,” he grins, hand settling on your hip.

As he leans in to properly greet you with a kiss, Jing Yuan is nudged away. Rather forcibly, he might add. Mimi huffs as it wedges itself between yourself and the general.

“Snow Lion,” he commands with a look.

Mimi looks away with an annoyed flick of its tail, unmoving and nudging your hand to pet its mane. Usually Mimi is well-behaving and certainly well-trained. You can’t help but laugh and bend down to place a smooch to the top of the lion’s mane.

“Husband, I do believe little Mimi is a tad upset you left me alone for so long.”

“This hasn’t been a problem before, so it should not pose an issue now,” he ponders, a little bewildered.

After a few affections and sweet words from you all is well and Jing Yuan is able to properly dote on you like the starved man he is. Well…not without Mimi in the same vicinity as you both catch up over dinner and a stroll through the gardens.

That same night poses another issue. With your soft body under his rough hands, Jing Yuan is eager to please you tonight to make up for lost time while he was away. He’s barely gotten you worked up with desperate kisses and heated touches when he hears it.

Scritch. Scritch. Scritch.

At first, he pays it no mind. Eager to see you fall apart and taste you on his tongue again. It’s you who halts his advances as you break a kiss with a chuckle upon hearing the scratching again and a few low rumbles.

“Love, I think Mimi wants to come into the room,” you mutter against his lips. Jing Yuan sighs, burying his face in your shoulder.

Though he’s painfully hard and just wants to ravage his pregnant wife, he relents and throws on a robe to open the chamber door. The white lion wastes no time walking over and onto the bed, curling up next to you.

“My bed and wife taken over by my own lion,” he sighs, crossing his arms as he watches the lion purr contently against you.

It becomes a regular habit that you unfortunately spoil Mimi with. Your baby is quite fond of Mimi’s purring after all and likewise Mimi is fond of feeling the baby’s kicks.

Jing Yuan is still luckily spared the ability to love you how he wants when time allows but not without your coaxing Mimi that everything is ok and to stand guard at the door instead. At the very least, you have one more form of protection. He has to convince himself of this at least when he sees you fast asleep against Mimi when he returns late some nights. He’s nonetheless fascinated that such an intelligent creature has found instinct in protecting someone who is expecting. Perhaps luck truly favors the bold.

In the months that follow, your baby is born without issue and Mimi is still just as overprotective if not more of the newborn. Surely it understands that your daughter is a frail cub that cannot be left to the elements. And perhaps it’s due to Mimi’s constant purring against you during your pregnancy, but whenever your daughter begins to whine or cry Mimi will diligently lay near her and purr gently to soothe the baby.

And it works. Every time.

You’re almost a little shocked.

And of course, when Jing Yuan goes to check up on your daughter Mimi will growl defensively. It will never act on it, no. He isn’t a threat.

It’s more of a warning. Ensure this cub’s safety or else.

“Snow Lion, she needs to be fed. These worries are not good for your heart,” he scolds without much bite to his words as he rocks the infant gently, formula bottle in hand.

(I do like to think that since Jing Yuan canonically now refers to Mimi as Snow Lion upon discovering it’s a lion, you will prefer to use Mimi because you think it’s cuter. The lion definitely shows more biased response to you using Mimi because of your coos and affections.)

It’s all well and good until the day your daughter goes missing (for like a solid five minutes in the estate). She’s missing from her crib in the few minutes it took for you to grab a new change of clothes for her as you got ready to give her a bath. You immediately call for Jing Yuan since she’s nowhere to be found in the nursery or your room. She’s disappeared along with the blanket she was in.

And somehow Jing Yuan gets the immediate suspicion the lion is somehow involved when he notices Mimi’s absence from your side. He remains calm.

“What time is it, my dear wife.”

“Wh- it’s a quarter past noon. What–”

Jing Yuan takes your hand with a reassuring smile and leads you across the estate to one of the main sun rooms overlooking the garden. It’s where the afternoon sun filters just right through the large glass windows and thin curtains—Mimi’s favorite sunbathing spot.

And no doubt, the lion is there, curled up against the sun’s rays as they filter warmly into the room. Your daughter is bundled up and gently laid upon a little nest pile of blankets within the warmth of the afternoon sun. She sleeps soundly, small hand clutched tightly around a lock of Mimi’s mane.

You both sigh in relief. It certainly isn’t a conventional babysitter, but Mimi is nothing if not intelligent and loyal.

[strvberrydoll]

Omg i absolutely loved rosemary!!! Also the fact it’s based on a Sierra Ferrell song is amazing. That brings me to my request to maybe an Arthur fic based on her song “I Could Drive You Crazy” 🤭🤭🤭 I feel like that song is so Arthur and his darling girl coded

I COULD DRIVE YOU CRAZY

cw: fluff, hunting, pre-canon, two idiots in love, arthur is crushing so hard it’s actually embarrassing

wc: 3,3k

a/n: the way I SCREAMED when I saw your request anon !! i loove Sierra Ferrell she’s one of the few artists i have constantly on repeat. Sorry I took my sweet time replying but I had to make this piece good. This is a little insight on Arthur and his darling girl pre-relationship dynamic ! Thank you for requesting and I hope you like it <3

The late noon sun bathed the camp in a cold, bright light, casting the long shadows of the nearby douglas fir trees stretching all around you as it began its slow but steady descent behind the rolling hills of the Tall Trees region as afternoon approached. The smell of woodsmoke and simmering stew filled the air, mixing with the earthy scent of pine and the faint aroma of freshly turned earth. You stood beside Pearson, by the cooking wagon. Your hands busy chopping vegetables while the man stirred the stew pot, his gruff voice occasionally muttering to himself as he adjusted the few seasonings Miss Grimshaw desperately requested to add into his infamous venison stew. Abigail stood nearby, cleaning the dishes used in the morning. Her laughter light as she shared stories about young Jack with you.

“Jack’s been askin’ after you,” Abigail said with a fond smile. “Ever since he learned how to say your name he’s been saying it non stop. Makes me miss the time when the only things he could say was ‘mama’ and random bubbling noises”

“He’s a sweet kid,”

“Yes, and a spoiled one too. No matter how much I try, he refuses to go to sleep until he hears your voice telling him a goodnight story”

You chuckled, feeling a warmth in your chest at the thought of the boy’s eager face. “I’ll have to think up a good one for him tonight, then.”

The sound of approaching hoofbeats drew your attention away from the conversation. You glanced up just in time to see the men returning from their latest job. Dust and sweat clung to them, their faces weary but carrying the unmistakable look of men who had just succeeded at their mission. Among them, a particular figure caught your eyes. Arthur Morgan dismounted with practiced ease, his broad shoulders slumped slightly by the fatigue of the day’s event. Even from a distance, his presence was commanding, a strong aura following him as he led a tired Boadicea toward the hitching post.

Even from a distance, there was something about Arthur that drew your eye—his quiet strength, the way he moved with precise purpose, his steady presence that always seemed to bring a sense of security to the camp. You watched as he handled the reins, hitching Boadicea and patting her dark brown mane, undoubtedly praising her for a job well done.

Was it possible to be jealous of a horse ?

His gaze briefly scanned the camp before it landed on you. For a fleeting moment, your eyes met, and you felt a flutter in your chest. You quickly returned your attention to a particular interesting piece of tomato you had cut, wishing for your burning cheeks to calm.

“Mister Morgan!” Pearson’s booming voice cut through the air, making you wish the earth would swallow you whole. “We’re runnin’ low on meat. Reckon we’ll last two more days with what little I have.” Pearson’s voice lowering to a more quiet tone as Arthur inched closer to the wagon. “Can you head out and bring somethin’ back before it gets dark?”

Arthur looked over at the stew pot, his face churning with an unreadable expression, then back to Pearson with a nod. “Sure, Pearson. I’ll head out now.”

As he turned to leave, something inside you stirred. You weren’t sure if it was the desire to escape the mundane tasks of camp, to immerse yourself in the unknown beauty of the wilderness or, more than that, the desire for a chance to spend time with Arthur, to learn from him, to be close to him. Nonetheless, before you could second guess your action you placed down your knife, stepping forward, the words hurriedly leaving your lips as in fear you might stop them if they took a second longer to pronounce.

“Mister Morgan,” you called out, your voice a little hesitant. “May I come with you?”

He paused, turning to face you fully. A faint hint of surprise washed over his face. His aqua eyes, always so full of depth and intensity, softened slightly as he considered your request. “You sure ‘bout that? Huntin’ ain’t exactly a walk in the woods.”

“I’d like to learn,” you insisted, your heart beating faster as you met his gaze under his worn gambler’s hat. “If you don’t mind, that is.”

A small smile tugged at the corner of his lips, a gesture that seemed almost shy. He nodded. “Alright, then. Let’s get goin’.”

It took an immeasurable amount of strength to refrain yourself from smiling brightly at the man in front of you. You promptly returned to your cutting station, untying your apron in quick movements. Abigail came closer to you, taking the apron from your hands and putting it on ready to replace you in your work. As you two locked eyes, a knowing smile adorned the brunette’s face, making you flush.

Your steps were quick as you followed Arthur to the hitching post, your Hungarian half-bred just a few feet away from Boadicea. You gently pat her, giving her a stalk of celery you stole from Pearson. Circling around to tighten the strap of your saddle you felt the heavy gaze of the outlaw follow your every move. His muscular form already mounted on his horse. You mounted your horse, not wanting to trouble Arthur and make him reconsider his decision. He cleared his throat before speaking,

“We’ll go through the woods on the left near the lake,” he stated, tutting at his horse to move forward “Mac told me he found a few deer tracks down there.”

You simply nodded, not trusting your voice to give away your feelings.

The air was cooler than the already crisp air in camp. Beneath the canopy of trees, the sun’s rays filtering through the needles of the pine trees in dappled patterns on the forest floor. The smell of pine and earth was much stronger here, mingling with the fresh scent of moss and the faint musk of animals that had passed through earlier. Arthur led the way, silent and sure, while you followed close behind, too occupied by taking in the view to initiate a conversation.

Passing through a particularly steep path Arthur signaled you to stop. He hopped down from his horse, walking a few feet forward before stopping. You copied his action. The ground beneath your boots was soft, a carpet of moss and pine needles that muted your footsteps.

“First rule of huntin’,” Arthur began, his voice low and steady as he crouched down to examine a set of tracks in the soft dirt, “is patience. Animals can sense when somethin’ ain’t right, so you gotta move slow and stay quiet.”

You nodded, kneeling beside him as you peered at the tracks. They were faint, just a few indentations in the earth, but Arthur pointed them out to you with practiced ease. The proximity of him, the way his voice dropped down on to a near whisper, sent a thrill through you that had little to do with the hunt and everything to do with the outlaw beside you.

“There,” he said, his hand brushing against yours as he pointed. “That’s a deer track. See how the hooves dig in? Means it was here not too long ago. We follow these, and we might just catch up to it.”

His touch was fleeting, but it left a warmth on your skin that lingered long after he pulled his hand away. You nodded again, trying to focus on the task at hand, reprimanding your mind for wandering to such thoughts. But it was difficult with Arthur so close, his presence almost overwhelming in its quiet intensity.

Together, you moved through the woods, following the tracks with Arthur’s guidance. You moved in silence. The woods offered you the calm noises of the rustling of leaves, the distant call of a bird, and the soft crunch of your boots on the forest floor. Every now and then, Arthur would pause, his head tilting slightly as he listened for any signs of movement, his sharp eyes scanning the space surrounding you.

Finally, after what felt like hours to you but was probably only a few minutes, you spotted the deer—a lone buck grazing in a small clearing, its head down, completely unaware of your presence. Arthur’s hand came up in front of you, motioning you to stop and you both knelt down behind a fallen mossy log, using it for cover.

He handed you his rifle, his hands steady as they helped you position it against your shoulder. His touch on you gentle, guiding you with the same care and precision he used in everything he did. You could feel his breath on your neck, making the small hairs on your nape stand up. The brim of his hat grazing your hair as the heat of his body so close to yours made your heart beat so violently that you were sure Arthur could hear it.

“Alright,” Arthur whispered, his breath warm against your ear as he leaned in even close. “Here’s where it gets tricky. You gotta stay calm, keep your breathin’ steady, and line up your shot. Don’t rush it. As long as we don’t make a sound the deer will be there. Let the moment come to you.”

“Steady now,” Arthur murmured, his voice low and soothing. You took a deep breath, the crisp air filling your lungs. “Just like that. Breathe in… and out. Always pull the trigger on empty lungs”

You tried to focus, tried to steady your breath as he instructed, but the closeness of him, the deep rumble of his voice in your ear, made it difficult to concentrate. You aimed at the deer, your finger brushing the trigger, but your hands were trembling ever so slightly.

“Breathe,” Arthur reminded you, his hand coming to rest lightly on your shoulder grounding you, steadying you from the imminent recoil of the rifle. “You’ve got this.”

You took a deep breath, trying to calm the fluttering in your chest, and then you squeezed the trigger. The shot rang out, echoing through the trees.

A second passed where it was deadly silent, you opened your eyes to check on your target but your aim had been off. The bullet whizzed past the deer, embedding itself in the trunk of a nearby tree. The deer’s head shot up, and in an instant, it bolted, disappearing into the underbrush before you even had time to lower the rifle.

Your shoulders slumped in disappointment, and you let out a frustrated sigh. “I’m sorry, Mister Morgan,” you muttered, gloomily handing the rifle back to him.

But Arthur wasn’t upset. Instead, he gave you a reassuring smile, his eyes warm as he shook his head with a strange myrth. “Don’t be sorry. You did good for your first try. Takes time to get the hang of it. Deer’s easy to track but a damn tricky target, especially when you’re just startin’ out.”

His words were kind, but you couldn’t help the sense of failure that settled in your chest. You had wanted to impress him, to show him that you could be just as capable as any of the men in the gang, but instead, you had let the moment slip away making a fool of yourself in front of him. You lowered your gaze to your lap, playing with a stray cotton strand of your blouse.

“Come on,” Arthur said, standing and offering you his hand. “Let’s see if we can track somethin’ else. We’ve still got some daylight left.”

You took his hand, feeling the roughness of his warm calloused palm against yours as he pulled you to your feet. The warmth of his touch, the easy way he smiled at you, made it hard to stay upset for long. There was something about Arthur—something steady and reassuring—that made you feel like everything was going to be alright, even when things didn’t go as planned.

You dusted off your skirt, it definitely wasn’t the best clothing choice for hunting but you had little to no time changing into a more comfortable outfit. You thanked whoever was above that this week wasn’t your turn to wash the camp’s clothes. Karen sure had a great load of work ahead of her.

The two of you mounted back up on your horses and continued deeper into the forest, the trees growing denser as the light began to fade. Arthur was patient, showing you how to look for signs of wildlife, teaching you how to move quietly through the underbrush without making yourself known to the animals you were tracking. His calm demeanor, his quiet confidence, made you feel more at ease, and slowly, you found yourself relaxing into the rhythm of the hunt.

As the sun dipped lower in the sky, casting the forest in a soft, amber glow, you spotted something moving in the distance—a wild boar, its dark shape partially hidden by the underbrush as it ate the roots of a bush near a fallen log. You felt a surge of excitement, your heart beating faster as you pointed it out to Arthur.

“There,” you whispered, your voice barely audible as you hopped down from your horse. “There’s a boar!”

Arthur followed you down his horse. His eyes followed your gaze as he nodded, his gaze narrowing as he assessed the situation. “That’s a good target. Boar’s got tough skin, but he’s not too fast. You ready to give it another try?”

You nodded, your grip tightening on the rifle as Arthur handed it to you once more. This time, you felt more confident, more focused. Arthur had shown you what to do, had taught you how to read the signs, how to stay calm and patient. You could do this. You needed to do this.

You crouched down behind a bush making sure you had a clear view of the target. Arthur stayed close, his presence a steadying force as you lined up your shot. “Remember,” he said softly, his voice just above a whisper, “breathe slowly, keep your hands steady, and don’t rush it. You’ve got this.”

You took a deep breath, feeling the cool air fill your lungs as you focused on the boar. It was still rooting around, completely unaware of you and Arthur watching from the shadows. You steadied the rifle, your finger brushing the trigger, and then, with a calmness you hadn’t felt before, you squeezed.

The shot rang out, sharp and clear in the evening air. This time, your aim was true. The boar let out a sharp squeal, its body jerking as the bullet hit its mark. It staggered for a moment, and then it collapsed, its movements ceasing as it fell to the ground.

For a moment, you just stood there, staring in disbelief. You had done it. You had actually done it.

“I did it,” you whispered, a smile slowly spreading across your face as the realization sank in. “Arthur, I did it!” you said turning to face Arthur. You couldn’t believe yourself. You actually hunted down some game. A laughter came up to you, heartily and genuine.

Arthur’s face lit up with a grin, his eyes shining with pride as he clapped you on the back. “Good girl. Nice work. That’s some fine shootin’.”

His praise warmed you more than the fading sunlight ever could, and you felt a surge of joy and accomplishment. But it wasn’t just about the hunt—it was about the way Arthur was looking at you now, with a gleam in his eyes that hadn’t been there before, as if he was seeing you in a new light.

The two of you approached the poor boar, and Arthur knelt beside it, inspecting your handiwork with a nod of approval. “Perfect shot,” he said, glancing up at you from under his hat with a smile. “Damn, you’re a natural.”

Your heart swelled with pride at his words, and you couldn’t help but brightly beam at him, feeling a warmth in your chest that had little to do with the successful hunt and everything to do with the man beside you.

As Arthur worked skinning the animal and preparing the boar to transport it back to camp, you found yourself stealing glances at him. Although he was now covered in blood you couldn’t help but find him even more attractive. You watched the way the fading light played across his features, highlighting the strong lines of his jaw, the curve of his plump lips, the intensity in his eyes that seemed to soften whenever he looked your way. There was something different about the way he was acting around you now, a quiet affection in his gaze, a tenderness in his touch that hadn’t been there before.

Once the boar was ready, the two of you began to head back to camp, the weight of the animal stowed on the back of Boadicea as you carried its pelt. The forest was quiet now, the sun nearly gone, leaving the trees bathed in the soft, dusky indigo light of twilight. As you rode, side by side, you could feel the connection between you and Arthur growing stronger with each step, an unspoken bond that neither of you had to put into words growing evermore.

“Thank you for teaching me, Mister Morgan” you said softly, stopping your horse just a few feet away as the camp came into view, the warm glow of the firelight welcoming you back. The distance giving you both one last moment of privacy. “I’ve always wanted to learn, but I didn’t think I’d be any good at it.”

Arthur glanced over at you, his expression thoughtful. “You don’t need to be so formal with me now, you can call me Arthur,” he started. “Besides, you’ve got a good eye,” he said, his voice sincere. “And you listen, which is more than I can say for most people in this godforsaken gang. You did real good out there.”

The praise made your cheeks warm, and you ducked your head slightly, feeling a little shy under his gaze. “I had a good teacher.”

Arthur shook his head at that, hiding his face under the brim of his hat as he mumbled to himself something you didn’t quite catch.

“Maybe we’ll do this again sometime,” he said, his tone casual but with an underlying amusement that betrayed his carefree tone

“I’d like that,” you replied, your voice soft as the two of you approached camp, the sounds of the gang's usual chatter welcoming you back. “I’d like that a lot.”

As you helped Arthur carry the boar to Pearson, who greeted you with his usual gruffness but a nod of approval, you couldn’t help but feel that something had changed between you and Arthur. There was a new understanding, a deeper connection, something that went beyond the simple companionship you had shared before when you occasionally chatted while you worked on the camp’s chores.

As the evening wore on and the camp settled into its usual rhythm, you found yourself glancing over at Arthur, who was seated by the campfire, his gaze occasionally drifting your way. And each time your eyes met, there was a spark—a shared smile, a lingering look—that hinted at something more.

And in that moment, you knew that this was just the beginning. The beginning of something special, something that neither of you could quite put into words, but that you both felt growing with every passing moment you spent together.

[moon-buggg]

SCP au drabble

set a week after YN gets taken to the facility, basic au info here

warnings: yn was kidnapped by an offbrand scp foundation after they didn't get killed by Moon and thats whats being discussed and im not sure how to tag that. Yn is a little emotionally dumb, flirty sun

no word count because I wrote this in the tumblr post maker in a frenzied haze

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"You are stuck here... because of us?" Sun asks, carefully, tentatively. His, frankly, absurdly tall body hunches over so he can be at eye level. Under any other circumstances, you'd be terrified of the strange creature trying to comfort you. As is, his presence is incredibly comforting; the sole friendly face in a sea of questionable actors.

"I mean, pretty sure they expected Moon to kill me," Sun flinches just slightly, ears tilting ever so slightly back, "so I don't think I was ever meant to leave this stupid place, anyways."

You'd fallen asleep in the darkness of what you now know as Sun and Moon's room, and had awoken to several researchers and armed guards preparing you for a barrage of tests. Those first few days had been a horrible mess of exhausting tests and tedious interviews as your white-coated captors tried desperately to discover what made you different.

Why you'd survived.

They still hadn't found anything, but at least the tests seemed to be slowing down ever so slightly. After an uneventful introduction to the more passive, daytime version of the thing they expected to kill you, it was decided that you'd be allowed to visit him once every other day.

Jury seemed to still be out on if it was worth risking another encounter with Moon.

"It's not your fault," you add after a beat of silence, "or Moon's for that matter. You're both trapped here just as much as I am."

A soft, crooning sound rumbles out from Sun's chest as he slinks back into a seated position that leaves him still about a head taller than you. Gentle lights pulse across his fur, barely visible under the harsh fluorescent lights. He seems to struggle to find the right words, before giving up.

Carefully, as if approaching a startled animal, he reaches out a hand. When you don't react to the long claws coming at you, he continues. Turning over his hand to keep those sharp claws decisively away from you, he runs his knuckles over your head in a clear attempt at a comforting gesture.

It's startling how much it works.

"Oh starlight, far too kind for a place like this." His voice is soft and quiet in a way that makes your face feel warm. You choose not to think about it too hard. "You shouldn't be locked away."

"Neither should you." The words are harsh and automatic, and seem to startle Sun who draws back as if burnt. His glowing fur brightens significantly, its starting to get uncomfortable to look at, actually.

He recovers quickly.

"There you go," the words are teasingly chiding, "proving me right starlight." He reaches a long claw out again, this time using his knuckle to gently boop your nose.

He bends, using his long neck to crowd into your space. It's hard not to feel a little threatened by those big teeth so close to your face, and Sun's widening smile does little to help. Seems like you can't help but feel flustered today.

"At least you'll have me to keep you company." His voice is just a bit too hopeful, like he's desperate for you to agree. Poor guy seems utterly starved of positive affection. The urge to comfort him is hard to ignore, so you don't.

It's easy enough to thread your fingers into the long mane of fur that frames his face. The feeling is distracting, it's so warm...

Movement brings you back to the moment as Sun leans ever so slightly into your touch. Right, right, you had a reason for this.

"We're in this together," you say in what you hope is your most sturdy, comforting voice. Sun's presence has done a lot for you in the few days you've been here so far, and you want to do your best to be a comforting presence to him in return. You don't miss the way his fur seems to glow brighter and hotter at your words.

Acutely aware of where your hands are, you realize that grabbing a giant monsters face out of no where probably wasn't your best idea.

"Sorry!" you quickly release Sun's face, your own face hot with embarrassment, "Sorry! I shouldn't have just grabbed you like-"

"We didn't mind, starlight," he interrupts, pulling back out of your personal bubble. His hand ghost over where you touched, smoothing the fur back down, "no, don't mind at all."

[leclercstars]

ROCKSTAR. [pt.4]

Lando Norris x Reader

Summary: Lando invites you to his hotel room after your text exchange. Warnings: 18+ SMUTTYY!! Cursing, unprotected sex, dom!Lando, daddy kink etc.

hope y’all loved this series 🙈

“Ughhhh,” you groaned as the light shone through the curtains in your hotel room. Somehow even after your late-night shower, your mascara did not come off. You looked like the poster child of “partied too hard last night,” with your hair looking more like a lion’s mane and clothes half on. In your hungover daze, you rolled over and saw the slew of text message notifications on your phone. Two stood out, “Attachment: 1 image” and “thanks!” from a number that appeared to be Lando’s. You typed in your passcode and clicked on the texts.

“Holy fuck!” you exclaimed, hurling your phone across the bed. You stared with wide eyes at the phone- hands covering your mouth in shock. You tentatively reached for the phone again as if it was a cobra that was about to bite you or something. Yep, confirmed. Those are Lando’s abs splattered with cum. You were laughing, mostly because this whole situation still felt so unreal to you.

“Well good morning to you too!” you responded. It didn’t take long for those three dots to pop-up on your screen.

“Just come over tonight.” 

Well that’s fucking bold, you thought. But like- there was not a chance you would decline his invite. This is like having one-night stands with the annoying frat guys at school but 10x more justifiable. You were going to play it cool though, even though your skin was tingling with excitement.

“Time?” you replied. 

“10 works.”

Early as hell for a booty call, when is his bedtime? You laughed to yourself.

At 9:00 p.m., he texted you the address of the hotel he was staying at, and you slipped into the only Victoria’s Secret lingerie set you owned. Thank goodness you had impulse bought that for the man you were sleeping with last month who didn’t care if you were alive or dead.

There you were. Outside Lando Norris’ hotel room door.

“What the fuck am I doing,” you muttered to yourself before knocking.

He answered quickly, “Come in,” his voice already sounding sultry and thick. You had the feeling that as soon as you walked in, no time would be wasted. 

Boy, were you correct. He backed you up against the wall, and pinned your hands above your head. “Stuff like this okay?” his tone softened for just a moment. 

“More than,” you replied before planting kisses and bites all along his jawline. You didn’t even make it to his lips before his hand joined the dainty gold jewelry around your neck, pushing you back against the wall. His surprisingly soft lips slammed into yours, his tongue quickly finding its way down your throat. He stripped you down with such an ease that you could tell this was far from his first time around the track. He ripped the lingerie you were wearing off your body.

“Oh come on! That was hot but that was so expensive.” you laughed between the kisses.

“I’ll send you money for 4 new sets, don’t worry about it.” 

Oh that’s right- he’s like rich and is probably used to fucking ultra rich girls too. 

He picked you up and tossed you back down onto the bed- much nicer than yours over at the Hilton. Your neck looked like a vampire had gotten to it- covered in bites and bruises. Him signing your tits should have clued you in on his affinity for marking up his territory.

His fingers slipped into your pussy, and you tightened around him with a loud moan.

“Fuck I don’t think anyone has ever been this wet for me. Glad you like how daddy has been treating you.” Lando growled as he pumped in and out of you, making you more and more obedient with each curl of his index finger against your g-spot. 

He didn’t take himself out of you as his mouth made its way to your boobs.

“This is what I have been waiting for,” he said as he started circling your nipples with his tongue. Fuck- he is so good at teasing you. You squirmed desperately as he cupped your other boob in his hand. 

“Fuck Lando, come on just put your mouth on them.”

“Yeah, I’m not gonna do that without you asking for it,” his eyes glimmering with specks of lust as he looked up at you with his face smushed between your tits. 

Wow, he looked so cute just right there, but you couldn’t wait much longer. 

“Please daddy, suck on my tits. I want it- you so bad.” you whined, giving him the “fuck me” eyes that you had perfected after plenty of experiences just like this one. Those other guys had not been quite so dominant, but it was actually kind of fun being able to let go of all control. His warm mouth meeting your excruciatingly hard nipples was a pleasure like no other. He closed his eyes as he switched between them, biting and sucking. All that dominance really seemed to leave his body as he moaned into your boobs- almost whimpering. You were thrilled that your tits had that affect on him. It felt like you were taming him as you ran your hand through his curls and he fully relaxed himself into your chest. Did it always feel this good when guys did this? You loudly moaned and that seemed to snap him out of whatever boob-induced trance he was in. Thank goodness it did, because you were about to orgasm from his nipple play alone.

He grabbed you by the neck again, and that alone made you whine as his strong fingers pressed on the back of your head.

“You ready to be a good girl for me?” he was staring down at you, his eyes dark and hazy. You could tell he was thinking about what he was going to do to you, how he was gonna treat you like this.

“Yes, daddy.” Before you could even punctuate your words with a whimper- he had thrusted his entire length inside you. You gasped and sat up as his massive cock hit the back of your tight walls. He wasted no time as he started to pound into you. He pressed his entire naked body onto yours- as you buried your head into the crook between his neck and shoulder that looked like it had been sculpted by Davinci. Your nails dug into his back- and he cried out pleasurably- you knew you had to be leaving marks.

You had never been fucked so hard in your life, and certainly not by someone who looked like this. His perfectly tanned skin glistened as he made your pussy his, every single muscle in his arms on display as he held himself up. 

He took one hand and started flicking and pinching your nipple- and that was enough to bring you right to the edge.

“Lan-Lando,” you were barely even able to speak- he had really created such a mess out of you with his attitude, the big dick might have helped too. 

An orgasm shot through your body as he twisted your nipple- white sparks appearing in the corners of your eyes as you gave yourself to the ecstasy of it all,

“I’m gonna cum in your mouth,” Lando groaned as he pulled out of you.

You stuck your tongue out as he slapped his cock on it. You gripped the base and he shoved himself into the back of your throat- making you gag. That was what did it for him- as his hot cum filled up your mouth. His orgasm face was unlike anything you had ever seen before. Contorted so perfectly with pleasure, it was an image you never wanted to forget.

He flopped down onto the bed- no longer the dom-daddy that was fucking you five minutes ago. He grinned up at you, still naked. You couldn’t help but laugh at the sight of his ass, still a little woozy from his cock.

“STOP LOOKING AT IT!” he yelled with mock rage. You spiraled into peals of laughter as he grabbed the sheets to cover himself up. He was laughing too, looking like such a fool with his makeshift toga. He sat back up on the pillows and gestured for you to join him. He pulled the covers up and you rested your head gently on his chest. 

“So should we like watch a movie or something? I think this TV has HBO on it.” He was smiling down at you.

You could stay in this spot for a while.

part 1 part 2 part 3

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[misseviehyde]

THE PASSENGER

Nervously biting her lip, Donna looked around the fetish store she had accidentally wandered into and desperately looked for the exit.

She didn't know what had drawn her into Evie's Emporium in the first place, but now she was inside she could see it wasn't her kind of shop at all. The small and mousy young woman blushed bright red as she walked past a rack of sex toys. She was famously insecure and easily embarrassed, so this shop was her idea of Hell.

She needed a dress to wear tonight for dinner with her boyfriends boss, but none of the tight latex and fetish outfits she could see hanging from racks would do. Everything in here looked like something some sort of super confident slut might wear, not her style at all.

Donna was tiny, flatchested and average looking. She had a very submissive personality - in fact her friends all mocked her for being such a pushover. They called her 'The Passenger' because she'd pretty much just go along with what anyone else wanted.

As she headed towards the exit she passed a rack with a naughty pink latex dress hanging from it. It was clearly designed for a tall, busty, dominating sort of woman. Donna's hands made contact with the material as she passed.

*ZAP*

Donna stopped. She urged her body to move, to keep walking, but to her horror it didn't seem to be responding to her commands. Instead her body was now moving by itself, like someone else was in control.

She felt herself pick up the latex dress and her body language instantly change. Her back straightened, her stride became more confident and unabashed. She felt herself walk over to the counter and buy the latex dress from the smirking blonde woman on the counter.

"You can get changed in the back if you want babe."

Donna walked to the dressing room at the back of the store. Keeping one hand on the dress, she struggled out of her clothing - even stripping off her underwear - then she began to clamber into the tight, stretchy pink latex.

"Ohhhh fuckkkk yesssss," she heard herself moan as her body throbbed with erotic energy. Donna's flat chest itched as she yanked the straps of the dress over her shoulders.

"Mmmmmmmh, bigger... yesssss, make them bigger," she heard herself say as her chest exploded with pleasure. With a delicious sensation of power and confidence, Donna felt her breasts grow. They swelled up, big firm and round on her chest - growing from A cups to DD's in a matter of seconds.

Her pale skin tanned to a healthy rosy glow and with a stretching sucking sound, the latex dress tightened deliciously around her body as her flat ass pushed out into a big round booty and she grew nearly six inches in height.

She was now an Amazoness and she looked almost unrecognisible as she shook her normally tightly bound hair loose and it fell into elegantly styled mane all the way down her back.

"Mmmmh, that's SO much better. I feel like a brand, new, bitch..."

Donna adjusted her dress, enjoying her new tits yet still not in control of her body. She was just a passenger in her own head. She felt herself apply more makeup and saw she now had long sexy pink acrylic nails the same colour as her dress. Her sensible flat shoes had transformed into six inch pink heels and with a clop, she turned on her stiletto's and easily walked out of the store with a strut.

****

Donna desperately tried to fight for control of her body, but it simply wouldn't obey her. Somehow, touching the dress had made her lose control to some alternative version of herself.

In her car, Donna hiked up her dress. She wasn't surprised to see her pussy was now completely waxed smooth and a pink princess butt plug the same colour as her dress now twinkled in her perfect ass.

"Fuck yessss," she hissed rubbing her clit and touching her breasts as she began to masturbate in the car-park. Reaching into her hand-bag, Donna found a small bullet vibrator and switching it to maximum, slid it into her pussy.

Then, with a wicked smile she pulled her dress down and already cumming, pushed the accelerator down and drove away.

In her own mind Donna screamed and drooled as wave after wave of pleasure crashed through her body and she orgasmed harder than she had in years...

***

The restaurant was busy and all eyes were magnetically drawn to Donna as she strode through to the table. She had bought a fur coat to wear over her sexy dress and expensive gold and diamond jewellery now hung round her pretty neck and on her slender wrists.

She looked amazing and her boyfriend George's mouth dropped open as his boss Damien stood up with a grin and kissed her hand.

"George, you never told me your girlfriend was so beautiful. She's... not... how you described her."

"D...Donna... h... how?" stammered George.

Ignoring him, Donna felt her body sit at the table and lean forward so her massive breasts were now prominently displayed. "I'd like Champagne to begin with baby, then I think the Lobster."

"B...but babe, they're the most expensive things on the menu."

"Exactly," purred Donna as she leant forward to give Damian a better view of her tits.

This was going to be fun.

***

The ladies bathroom was quiet except for the sucking sound coming from the stalls.

Damian groaned as Donna knelt before him, his big dick in her mouth. She sucked and slurped, her head moving back and forth as she used her slutty hands to massage his balls and the shaft of his cock.

In her head Donna felt shame, but also excitement. She should be appalled at betraying her lovely boyfriend, yet somehow even as a passenger she was loving every minute of this. Cucking her boyfriend was kind of hot, especially now she was such a hot bitch.

"Ohhhh fuck, George is gonna realise what we're up to if we're gone much longer..." gasped Damian.

"Mmmmh, fuck that loser," giggled Donna as she looked up at her new lover with glee. "He doesn't deserve me anyway. Let's sneak out of the back and go to a hotel. I wanna see what this cock can really do..."

Damian grinned and helped her up. "Fuck yessss."

***

Switching off her phone to ignore the increasingly desperate calls from George, Donna tossed it onto the floor and resumed her sucking.

Damian lay on the hotel bed, his huge cock now fully engorged as she sucked and slurped the length. Donna could feel her body moving by itself, she had never been this confident at sex, but now she was a Goddess.

"Are you ready baby?" she purred stradling him. Her dress was pulled down to reveal her massive tits and hiked up so her tight pussy was visible. Hovering over Damian's cock, she slowly lowered herself down and used her hands to guide Damian's big cock inside herself.

"FUCKKKKKK," she moaned happily. "You're so much bigger than that loser."

Grinding her hips and moaning, her big tits bouncing like a pornstar - Donna began to ride her lover. She had never felt so alive...

***

Donna opened her eyes and groaned. She lifted a hand to her face and then gasped. Her hand... it was obeying her.

Leaping to her feet, she looked around. She was in a hotel room. In the bed next to her lay Damian snoring and exhausted. The pink latex dress lay discarded on the floor. Her last memories had been of Damian tearing it off her body as he urgently thrust inside her and they both climaxed and passed out.

She looked down. Tiny tits, pale skin, normal body.

Oh God - what had she done?

Trembling she walked to the mirror and examined herself. No - she was definitely back to normal. The dress, it had turned her into a monster. A passenger in her own head. She had done such evil, slutty, bitchy things.

Mmmmmh and it had felt so fucking good.

Donna felt weak and unconfident. She was in control of her body again, but she realised how disapointing that was. She had enjoyed being strong, dominant and confident. She had enjoyed looking out through her own eyes whilst a more confident version of herself was in control.

She looked over at Damian. George was going to kill her. Their relationship was probably over. How was she going to handle this? She didn't know how.

Her eyes fell onto the pink dress.

Her pink dress...

***

Striding out of the hotel, an uncaring bitchy look on her face - Donna finished tying her sexy hair into a tight ponytail as she smoothed down her latex dress and revelled in the feeling of her powerful busty body.

Behind her eyes, Donna felt so happy. Her body knew exactly what it wanted and what to do. She would never need to think again, only enjoy the sensations of being a dominant bitch.

She was just the Passenger now and she fucking loved it.

THE END

[cheolinnie]

Honey

HES SOOOOOO HOTTTT MY BIASSSSSSSS AGHHHHHHHHHHHHHH

ok so I breathe seungcheol ok? like this mane is actually insane, though he does nothing. I genuinely need him (in me).

I find the nickname or petname "Honey" so cute and sweet so here ya go...

"You hungry?"

Although he stands just a few steps behind you, leaning against the kitchen counter, your back turned to him as you scumble some eggs, not a word you say reaches Seungcheol's ears.

How could they, when he's too busy staring at your perfect ass, envisioning his teeth just sinking in for a bite, and lips soothing the marks he so desperately wants to leave behind on the perfect skin there.

Unbeknownst to you, your boyfriend Seungcheol had a very dirty dream about you in the dorms last night; he woke up before the sun just to jerk off, imaging it was your tight cunt taking his cock and not his crappy hand- you jerk him off way better too.

Soft tunes play in your apartment, and instinctively your hips move along to the beat- Seungcheol stiffens his jaw, his cock easily springing to life yet again. It almost pains him with how easily you can turn him on.

"Honey,"

The familiar nickname sounds slightly different to your ears; darker. Turning slowly, Seungcheol's eye are forced to leave your ass and flick up towards your curious gaze.

"Cheol? You okay?"

Sighing softly, he wishes he could calm his dick back down because you two have fucked exactly 12 times this week- and it's only Friday. He knows you and your members have an early morning shoot for your new music video tomorrow, and Sakura would give him hell if you walk into that practice room with wobbly knees.

But damn... Seungcheol just can't get enough of you, and neither can his rock hard dick; and this was noticeable by the largest tent in his shorts, but he's not shameful, and doesn't even try to hide his boner when your eyes drop to gape slightly at it.

"...again?"

He mumbles softly to himself, coming over and gently taking you into his arms. You try and hide your smirk, your hands resting on his biceps as you look up into his lusting eyes.

"I swear yesterday afternoon was supposed to be the last time this week but," shutting his eyes, his head drops to rest in the space where your shoulder and neck connect.

Slowly, you feel Seungcheol's hands slide down from your waist, before you feel his slender fingers gently kneading your ass.

"Fuck honey, God really just decided to bless you with the most irresistible ass known to mankind."

His words, mixed with the phenomenal feeling of his palms rubbing over your ass sweetly, sends a wave of need to your cunt- if he goes on, you'll be dripping from your tight hole.

Honestly, you're surprised that you're still so tight- because although Seungcheol's words are sweet and soft, his thrusts and way of fucking are far from it.

"Cheollie..." it was meant to come out as a warning, because you know you'll be sore tomorrow but, all it sounded like was a plea for his sex.

"I even had a dream that I was fucking you relentlessly in the studio," his head slowly turns so that he could start peppering weightless kisses to the side of your neck.

"It was cold so your nipples were perking though the godforsaksen cream tank top you love to tease me with, and they had my mouth watering at just the sight of them,"

You curse under your breath, the feeling of your pussy suddenly clenching exactly around where you want Seungcheol right now on this fine Friday morning.

Your fingers slither up into his raven black roots, pulling softly and earning a deep and dark growl from his throat. With one hand still massaging your ass, his other hand slides down to follow the curve before the pads of his fingers have you gasping at the delicious pressure they apply to your clothed hole.

"Tell me honey, how is it possible to feel your need for me though both your panties and these little shorts you're wearing, mhm?"

His chest is flush against yours, adoring the feeling of your nipple hardening against his bare chest. To his demise, you were wearing the exact same cream tank top you wore in his dream, tits free from the constriction of a bra.

A smirk pulls at your lips, eyes dropping down to just catch his tongue darting out to taste your skin.

"When have I ever wore panties to bed Cheol?"

Immediately he freezes, processing this knowledge he actually already knew, yet it somehow slipped his mind in this moment- well, until you mentioned it now and just made his dick double in size, precum already staining his underwear.

Humming deeply Seungcheol lifts his head, his hands coming up to cup your cheeks as his eyes lower to your lips. "You're not making this any easier y/n."

"Where should we do it?"

He blinks once, eyes now meeting yours. "What?"

Moving closer, your nose touching his, your lips brush his as you speak in a hushed tone, as if there was anything but lifeless furniture in your apartment.

"It's been a while since you took me on the coffee table."

A groan, and his one hand leaves your cheek to wrap gently around your neck, lips pushing to devour yours.

"That's cause you had to replace the one we broke honey."

You grin against his mouth. "Yeah, and I got one that's ten times more stronger this time, just for you Seungcheol."

And so, no longer than 5 minutes later, your bare back was pressed against the cold wood of the said new coffee table, one warm, veiny hand around your throat, the other gripping your hip mercilessly driving his cock into your slippery pussy.

Repeatedly he hits your spot, evoking guttural screams and cries from you, your smaller hands gripping his wrist that's closest to you as you hold on for dear life.

"Fuck Cheol!" just one of the countless curses that leaves your lips, mouth hanging open as you gasp for air.

"Look at me honey"

Your eyes shoot open to meet his vicious gaze through his heavy lidded eyes. You're close, and judging by Seungcheol's grip on your hip tightening, he was too.

Your clenches become more frequent, the feeling forcing many deep moans from your boyfriend's throat.

"Keep squeezing me like that hun' and I'm gonna blow."

"I'm oh god, I'm gonna cum Cheollie." your voice trails off and more moans leave your lips as Seungcheol picks up his pace.

"Cum for me honey, show me how pretty you look when you cum on me."

He didn't have to tell you twice as his words has the muscle spasming orgasm washing over you like a deathly tsunami. Your high pitched moans bounce off the walls, and land right in Seungcheol's ears; the sound, music to his ears had him pulling his edging orgasm out to spill over your stomach.

"Shiiii- fuck y/n..." he could barely speak as his hands curled into fists on the table, his breath hitching and legs shaking as his orgasm racks through his body.

Coming down from your high, your hands gentely rub at his bulging arms, nails working to soothe the tight muscles there. Slowly and with care, Seungcheol plants a hand to your lower back to help you sit up, and almost instantly your body falls into his hold/ You giggles mix with his chuckle as both you arms wrap securely around each other, embracing and allowing his comfort to encircle you.

"I love you honey." Seungcheol softly whispers, forehead against your damp one.

You hum with a shining smile, softly pecking his lips. "I love you more, my honeylicious Cheollie."

Laughing softly, you crane your neck back to look at his gazing eyes. "You really are obsessed with my ass aren't you?"

Widening his eyes slightly like a maniac, he bares his teeth in a wide grin. "Oh you have no idea, honey."

[philistiniphagottini]

Hi I love your work !! Would it be OK to request Rengoku x Chubby reader fluff ? I've been searching and the stories with this are so little I can count them on one hand ! 😭

Oh my god hi, thank you so much for indulging me. I'm so happy I could literally cry you are so sweet. And it's such a shame that there isn't more. I think Rengoku would be super sweet with a chubby reader! And I had to write this immediately because I have zero restraint and I need to write more x chubby reader for the girlies and myself. Thank you, hope you enjoy xx

cw. fluff, gender neutral reader, chubby reader

You could always tell when your beloved Kyojuro was home. The atmosphere in the room would immediately brighten with the force of a thousand, blazing suns when Rengoku invited himself into your home, the door almost flying off its hinges at his boisterous entrance. You heard him call your name from the entrance of your humble abode, his booming voice echoed down the hallways as the sound of his feet scuffing against the floorboards soon trailing after. A smile graced your lips as you went to greet him and the instant he spotted you, standing in the middle of the living room he rushed to meet you. 

You didn’t have much time to react as in the blink of an eye he was in front of you, a bright, beaming smile splitting his face and arms held wide before he caught you in his grasp. You squealed in delight as you were swept off your feet, Rengoku’s strong arms wrapped securely around your plump waist as he crushed your soft body into the hard, wall of muscle of his broad chest. He laughed merrily as you tangled your hands in his wild, flaming mane of hair, the silky strands slipping through your fingers as you tried to hold onto something as you were spun around in a broad, sweeping circle. Your feet dangled uselessly in the air, your toes desperately reaching for the ground. Rengoku only squeezed you tighter in response, forcing the air out of your lungs as you sputtered like a boiling kettle.

“I missed you too, Ren” you rasped, trying to gulp down air. 

Rengoku hummed, his bright eyes soft as he stared up at you. He rested his chin on the pillowy soft comfort of your chest as he stared up at you, smile never once faltering as the relief of seeing you safe and happy filled his veins with simmering relief. He took a deep breath, your sweet scent curling in the pit of his lungs as his eyes fluttered close for a few, brief seconds to savour the smell of you lingering in the back of his throat. Your bones ached as he continued to hold you in a crushing bear hug, the warmth your soft body provided seeping into his clothes. 

As much as you loved being held by him, there was a nagging thought itching at the back of your head. It wouldn't leave you alone, even when you shook your head lightly to try and dislodge it. Weren’t you too heavy? Were his arms getting sore from holding you aloft for so long? What if he accidentally dropped you and you crushed him under your weight? Weren’t you just a tad too plump for him to be handling you like this? You pressed your lips together into a tight, thin line, swallowing the lump in your throat as you tried to quell the rapid beat of your heart. You felt awful, thinking of such nasty things when you should be happy that he was home, safe and uninjured. You gently tapped Rengoku on the shoulder, causing his eyes to flutter open once more. 

“Ren, I think you should put me down” you said, voice barely above a breathy whisper.

Rengoku cocked his head to the side. “Why?”

You timidly licked your lips, long lashes fluttering over your warm cheeks as your pulse droned loudly in your ears.

“Aren’t I…Am I too heavy?”

Rengoku’s eyebrows shot up to his hairline in surprise. Laughter bubbled up his throat and you were deprived of precious oxygen once more as his grip around your soft waist became iron tight. 

“Of course not!” he exclaimed. “You’re as light as a feather!”

To further prove his point he spun you both around once more, your head swirling in a tizzy as the world around you shifted in a hazy blur of colours. You gripped his shoulders for stability, wisps of his hair curling around the tips of your fingers as you knotted the digits in his clothes. You could feel his large, calloused hands grabbing at your soft stomach and plush hips, the material of your clothes bunching up in his firm grip as he grabbed at the soft pudge that lay hidden from his admiring gaze. He stopped spinning once you were out of breath, your eyes struggling to focus once more as your head still felt like it was twirling around the room. 

“Okay, I get it Ren, you’re strong” you conceded. 

A warm chuckle breezed past his lips, his infectious laugh causing the corners of your lips to twitch into a soft smile. 

“And you are perfectly healthy! There is nothing wrong with you!”

His words soothed the ache in your heart, your stomach erupting with hundreds of butterflies as your face flushed with heat. You leaned forward, placing a kiss between his eyebrows as a soft hum bubbled up your throat. 

“Thank you Ren. I…needed to hear that.”

Rengoku smiled warmly in response and squeezed your plump stomach. “I’ll remind you as many times as you need.”

You were really happy to have him home.

[generalsmemories]

The general's hair

✧ jing yuan x gn!reader

✧ based on the ask: "If requests are open, can I request Reader tugging Jing Yuan's hair to keep him from dozing or just wanted him to pay attention? You can choose the "severity" of the tug =DD" requested by anonymous

✧ content: established relationship, fluff, suggestive scenes (not nsfw, but you can tell it's hinting at it lmfao), humor, mentions of other characters

✧ a/n: dear lord we almost hit 500 jing yuan lovers. as he deserves, truly. thank you all for liking my two works so far!! here's another one while i still work on the lenghty angst fic of mine hehe. p.s please don't question my titles, i am very much terrible at them-

One of Jing Yuan's striking features is his voluminous hair that adorns his head like a lion's mane. Tied into a high half ponytail while the rest of his locks flow freely down to his shoulders. It's eye catching for sure, with a red ribbon securing the ponytail in place, it's hard to not turn one's head when he takes a walk outside of the divine seat to escape his duties. 

You're well aware of how tempting his hair is to touch everyone. It's the one thing you always reach for whenever you're bored after all.

The first thing you always do whenever he's fresh out of a shower is brush it out while running your fingers through it, or make sure every drop of soap reaches every strand when you take a bath together. A pastime activity Jing Yuan adores doing with you, almost sounding like he's purring in delight whenever you take some extra time to massage his scalp while you wash his hair.

It's also the first thing you would always grab onto to ground yourself when Jing Yuan wants to show his love for you more intimately and passionately. Your primary instinct to pull his strands while trying to get him so much closer to you, a breathless plea for him leaving your lips every now and then. Your husband takes great pleasure from this, merely chuckling while leaning down to press his lips to your ears. Gently telling you to breathe while pressing himself closer to your own sweaty body. During these moments his hair cascades down the side of his face, making him seem a lot more ethereal than usual. And while you can hardly breathe from the sensory overload you always somehow manage to slide your fingers from his lips to thread through his hair with a wry smile, whispering how beautiful he is.

His hair has unfortunately for him recently become the thing you have pulled whenever you notice him start to doze around whether that be in meetings or in general. It was initially something you had done out of desperation since no matter how many times you told him to listen, your husband would already nod off a few minutes after promising you that he wouldn't. Whenever you had complained he has joked that your voice was too soothing to listen to regarding reports that he could fall asleep to it.

So you tried to let one of the cloud knights or Qingzu deliver the reports to thwart that, but then he would downright not pay any attention at all. Which would make some meetings run longer than normal.

God forbid if Fu Xuan even tried to attempt to deliver a report, lest she wanted to get poked fun at or have more people fall asleep other than the general.

So while you were trying yet again to give a report for the general, you were suddenly struck with the memory of one of the many nights you had spent together. The nights where the general would look so much more awake whenever you pulled at his hair from desperation.

… Hey if it worked there, it should have some sort of effect now too, right?

So without looking too suspicious, you went behind the seat. When you passed Jing Yuan's laid back form, your available hand that was not holding the papers reached out to the same high ponytail you had just tied a few hours before and pulled with enough strength that made his head jerk away from his resting hand.

A surprised moan suddenly rang out throughout the Divine Foresight.

And you thanked the Aeons that the only ones present at that moment were the same guards stationed at the very entrance and Qingzu, who only gave you a deadpanned look.

But when Jing Yuan turned to look at you, more awake than he had ever been in any morning and eyes filled with confusion, you were sure you had hit the jackpot to make every meeting go faster. 

Good news for you and everyone else, not so good news for Jing Yuan though.

“The second matter of the day is the replacement of the newly appointed Cloud Knights who will be transferred to the Luofu from another fleet…”

“Ouch- Dear, pull my hair any harsher than that and I’m afraid you won’t have any strands to brush out in the near future,” Jing Yuan whines when your hand lets go of his high ponytail when he has successfully sobered up from his nth impromptu nap of the day.

You merely glance over at him with a raised eyebrow before walking away, “General, please be aware that you have a meeting with Lady Fu Xuan in a couple of minutes and these are just the briefings of what she will tell you personally,” you respond back, Jing Yuan letting out a huff as he leans back into his seat, rubbing the spot you had just pulled a few minutes ago with knitted eyebrows.

“... Let alone something to grab later tonight-”

“Jing Yuan.”

[rottiens]

ਏਓ : HE ASKS YOU OUT! ㅤ gojō satoru x gn!reader — tags. sfw. divider creds: cafekitsune. // WC: 0.8K

Satoru found you at the Café on the corner of the last street. At the place he had shown you a couple of months ago because they sold the best coffee in the whole city, because it was the only coffee shop that sold the sugar-soaked sweets he so desperately needed to start his day. He took you here the first time to sweeten your day a little, to remove the wrinkles from your forehead and remove the gray clouds of negative thoughts– when you ended up laughing until you cried he knew his work here was done.

The bell on the door shouts announcing the entrance of a new customer, Satoru had recognized your mane even from outside, even if it was hiding a part of your face. He knew it was you through the glass, you can't hide from him. Even with the sound you didn't lift your gaze from the laptop on which you typed so effervescently, you had a cup of coffee —black, he guessed— at your side.

Satoru didn't stop at the counter to order as he has done on other occasions as his eyes were on something sweeter than any coffee he could ever order. He advanced through the empty tables and stopped in front of you. You, still unaware of his presence, so he pulled one of the wooden chairs in front of you and only the sound of the seat grinding against the tiles managed to make you look up.

A tired, muffled "Oh" is all you say. The tone of your voice less surprised than he expected. There are dark circles under your eyes even though you had confessed it to him days ago, you wouldn't have to be a fortune teller to realize how little sleep you'd had these days and that caffeine is the only thing keeping you awake, your sockets engulf your eyes and your pupils look dull. But then, there's another "Oh!" Slightly more cheerful, now with the decibels of surprise necessary for Satoru to be smiling.

You were looking at the bouquet of flowers resting on the table, their colors so bright, so vivid that they seemed to infect you, capable of changing your whole aura. They were freshly cut, with drops of water still on the green leaves.

"Gojo…"

"You like them?"

"They're my favorite. How did you…?" The wrinkles on your forehead blur with your smile growing wider as you stop talking.

Satoru shrugs. "I have my contacts." That causes him to smile just as brightly as you do. "Are you going to accept going out with me now?" He asks more quietly than the tone in which the conversation was normally going and he can see the insecurity on your face, the internal struggle you go through in seconds.

You were going to make another excuse, he knew it. He's been asking you out on a date for weeks now… it wasn't really a date, it was you who called it that, for Satoru it was nothing more than an outing. Eat, distract yourself, do something other than work, paperwork and think about your ex.

"I don't know… I have a mission to attend to."

"I haven't even told you the day."

You fall silent. Caught off guard you lower your gaze to the keyboard again, the blue light illuminating part of your face, dispelling a bit of the shadows the dawn hasn't yet been able to.

"Let's go to the aquarium," he says suddenly. That brings you back to him, to stare into the dark blindfold that forbids you from looking into those all-too-familiar blue eyes. "And then let's eat, or have breakfast first. As you wish." He speaks to you in that sweet voice he uses when he wants to get his way, one of his big hands moves across the table and rests on yours and you let him. You see the grip, his thumb carving your skin and you look up at him again, he drops his head to the side. "As friends, of course." He bites his tongue to keep from bringing out that flirtatious undertone.

Your ribs look like they're deflating letting out a breath you seemed to be holding, with the last thing Satoru says he apparently has changed your mind.

"As friends?"

"That's what we are, right?"

Your gaze goes anywhere but to him. Satoru presses down on your hand some more, an action that causes you to contemplate the grip on your hand again. He watches you stir on the chair and fix your skirt with your other hand.

"Fine," you snap. Satoru bites his lip to hide a victorious smile, only then letting go of your hand.

"I'll pick you up tomorrow, at ten if that's okay." You nod. "You want me to wait for you so we can go to Jujutsu High together? I'm already late anyway." Satoru pretends to look at an imaginary watch on his wrist and then looks at you to corroborate your answer.

"I don't go in for another hour, so you don’t have to wait for me.“

You let him take your hand from the table to bring it to his mouth and leave a kiss on the back of it, what should be an instant turns into a couple of seconds. Satoru holds your wrist sweetly, so delicate, he rubs the softness of his lips against your skin, on top of the kiss he just gave you and releases it to watch you slowly bring it to your lap.

"See you there."

[princessoflalaland]

synopsis: in which worick reassures he loves your small boobs

content: smut, dry humping, breast play

“She’s…not stacked?”

you glare at him. “no, she’s not, jackass. keep your dumbass comments to yourself, arcangelo.”

worick's stupid comment does not go over your head. he's made it a stupid habit to voice his thoughts about women; not derogatory, just honest (in his eyes). it’s not like he’s wrong though: your tits are small, not as impressive as alex's.

normally, it doesn’t bother you, but the comment is coming from someone you find remotely attractive, someone you've pining over for the past couple of weeks. so it stings a bit more than usual. worick curls his lips into that sexy, shit-eating grin he’s known for as you storm off after nicolas. he makes a silent promise to change your mindset on him and those cute tits of yours.

little do you know that feature, along with many other things about you, is what turns him on the most. so, in the moments when it’s just the two of you in the apartment, he has you straddling his lap. he kneads the small yet plush mounds on your chest, making you whine and writhe on his growing bulge.

he grinds his hips up into your clothed cunt, groaning around the nipple in his mouth. “such pretty, perky tits.” his faded blue eyes peer up at you, pools of lust that makes your stomach flip. “dunno why you’d get upset over them.”

you bite your lip and huff out a moan. “'m not upset about them. i’m upset over—” an involuntary whine interrupts you. worick pinched the nipple that isn’t in his mouth and let his teeth clam down gently on the one his mouth. heat and arousal pumps through you with every beat of your racing heart. “y-your words. that’s what upset m-mee..”

“aw, darling.”he coos, popping off your sensitive nipple. he pays attention to the next one, swiping his expert tongue over your areola. “didn’t mean to make you mad.”

he can’t get over the look on your face. your pleasure keeps you from fully contorting your beautiful face into an expression of anger. he rolls one of your sensitive buds between his fingers, eliciting another cry from you. “in case you can’t tell, i fuckin love your tits.” he sucks a dark mark onto your breast, his groans vibrating over your nerves. “they’re so cute. who needs giant tits when i got these, hm?”

your hips haven’t stopped gyrating over worick's jeans. the friction was delectable, and pairing that with his lips on your smooth skin, that was enough to get you closer to a desperate climax. through your pathetic noises, you say, “y-you mean that?”

“course i do, baby. your tits are perfect, made f’me to suck on till i cum in my pants.” his vulgar words make the wet patch on your panties damper. “love you and your lil tits, princess.”

your hips stutter as you cum through your favorite pair of panties. your fingers dig through his ash blonde mane, yanking at the locks as your walls spasms around nothing. his name is a breathless whisper on your lips, a sound that rings in his ears even after you’re done cumming.

worick watches your sclera fill your eyes as they disappear entirely into your skull, he revels in the way your body jerks ever so slightly from ecstasy. he can just about cum in his pants from the sight.

a thin trail of saliva connecting his lips to your breasts glints from the low light in the room. worick presses a tender kiss to each nipple then to your mouth.

“i’m sorry, y/n if i made you feel less than perfect.” his voice is raw with honesty, his eyes carefully focused on yours.

“if you want my forgiveness, you’ll make me cum again.” you always know exactly what to get out of this man that is utterly whipped for you.

his signature smirk makes a reappearance. “of course, princess.”

[paleroze]

Jing Yuan imagines 🔞

Jing yuan x fem!reader

Part 1 | Part 2

๋. ࣭ ⭑⚝๋࣭ ⭑⚝๋࣭ ⭑⚝๋๋࣭࣭ ⭑⚝๋࣭ ⭑⚝๋࣭ ⭑⚝๋࣭

You kissed him as soon as he uttered those words, desperation fuels your lust and the hands that sits on your waist travels down to your thighs. His hands are huge, and you could feel how his touch makes you tremble, an electric that travels through your veins.

His tongue explores your mouth and you moan when he leans to deepen the kiss, the hand tugs your panties. Despite wearing his shirts that is oversized for you, Jing Yuan couldn't not help but be more turned on on the sight that is presented on him. You wearing nothing underneath the clothes, shorts not present but instead you're on your undergarment.

You grind against his growing erection, eliciting a moan between the both of you, you could feel the wetness of your pussy.

"I love you.." He whispers, "I love you so much."

Don't forget that..

He pins you down on the bed as the lips that devours you goes down further, the hands that plays with your chest lifts your shirt to get a full view of your body, Jing Yuan loves your body, worships it even. His lips trails down to your nipples, sucking and biting, rolling his tongue on the nub while the other breast of yours were given the same treatment. Your moans were increasing as you felt his teeth bit you and you squirm under him, wishing to be touch already down your core.

"Jing Yuan.." You moan his name, hands buried on his white mane that has been disheveled minutes ago.

"I know baby, all my attention are all yours."

And he kept his promise, his lips never leaving your body, his hands, despite touching you many times still gives you shivers. Two thick fingers plays with your pussy, wetting you further and the undergarment you wear was ripped off swiftly, even hearing the fabric tearing turns you on even further.

"Look how wet you are for me.. not even putting my cock inside you yet..."

Says the one who you can see the bulge on his boxers, even a wet patch from his pre-cum is visible.

"Please-" You beg, sobbing as your hand grips his wide shoulders. "Please please please please just touch me, I want you, I want you Jing Yuan–" He hushed you with his lips, a comfort gesture that makes you cry out with the overwhelming emotions.

"I'm yours, Darling. I'm yours."

Fingers inserts in you that curled just right making you moan and arch your back, he began to pump his hand in and stretches you out, preparing for his cock that you love.

You moan as you feel him add another finger and his eyes are on you, watching and savoring the sight before him, you are so beautiful, and you sound amazing to his ears. He could feel his cock throb, aching to be inside your velvety walls already, the warmth inside you and how you squeezes his cock, basically milking him.

Tugging his boxers down to free his hard cock, you gaze as he pumps until pre-cum bids on the tip and he kept his gaze on you as he touches himself. As soon as he knew that you are ready, two hands lifts your legs and he bends you until your knee touches your shoulders, you are flexible, he makes sure you will be.

Just the tip and you were already tearing up from the intrusion, your slick covering his cock that made it easily for him to push in. Slowly, his cock becomes envelope with your insides that are warm, "tight–" he moans when you accidentally squeezes him.

"Fuck– loosen a bit for me, love."

On a mating position, you could feel him inside, deep within you, carving and when you open your eyes, Jing Yuan could melt if could, your teary eyed face, how flushed you are and fuck it's so nice to be with you, he adores you so much.

He gave you barely time to adjust, thrusting in slow yet harsh. The tip of his cock meeting your cervix that something inside you felt so good when in this position.

The room is heated with your sex, both your moans mixing in delight, Jing Yuan loves your moans, he loves making you feel good, god he just loves you so much.

"Jing Yuan ah– f-faster please, more!"

How could he not listen to you?

Under him, you're so pretty, "You will be my wife. I'll marry you, fuck, I'll give you everything.."

His pretty wife that waits at his home after a long day, so he could spoil you even more, love you endlessly. A wife that's pretty, and caring as you is a blessing for him, he'll make sure to worship you. Hell he always does, there's not a day he would not think of you..

With a loud moan as Jing Yuan harsh thrust, the loud smack of sweaty and covered with slick skin, you came and covering his cock with your cum, you can't even say anything as your mind is occupied with the thought of him, his cock.

Jing Yuan kept going despite you clawing his back that surely will leave a red mark he would be proud of, his pounding getting faster as he chases his own orgasm.

"Darling– fuck, my sweetheart, I love you.. I love you I love you, I love– you..!" He spills inside after a hard thrust, making you sobbed as you feel his cum inside you, and even dripping down to your pussy that couldn't take all his seed. What a waste..

He watched as your chest goes up and down to catch your breath, leaning back to let your legs fall on his side yet he remains inside, thrusting slowly that send you to comfort and stimulates you.

You whimpers as your legs lock him in place, encouraging him to get closer until your lips met once more, kissing you passionately, your hands massages his scalp which makes him moan.

"I'll make sure you won't be lonely again.."

You knew he would, and Jing Yuan lifts your legs once more, lust still present to his gaze.

"Let's continue, yeah baby?"

[everythingelseisextra]

Treasure The Memory

Part One: Everything Is Fine

Part Two: Commit To The Bit

Part Four: Petty Criminal

Description: A couple days after the hose incident, you find yourself feeling empty, and set off to find Thomas and apologize. Warnings: Language, alcohol Word Count: 2292 Tag List: @theshelbyslimited @globetrotter28 @babayaga67 @shelbydelrey Please let me know if you'd like to be added to the tag list!

Twelve horses. From six in the morning to six at night, you work without stopping. It’s your purpose, your drive, the only reason you have for getting up in the morning. The only reason you eat or drink. There’s an aching kind of emptiness that begins after the car drives away, that makes the time go by slowly while you work through the horses. Heaviness that pushes your muscles to work harder than usual, an odd sense of carrying something. But, still, you put your head down. You have work to do. You don’t have time to fantasize a life beyond what you trudge through. You don’t have time to imagine things had gone differently. 

You don’t.

But on the second day after, the weight is the same. You wake before sunrise and find yourself expecting to see him watching you ride in silence again, observing. You fill buckets and clean stalls and turn out and all the while, the back of your mind stumbles off somewhere, looking for the dawn to break like it did two days ago, like some groundhog day. You were given a splash of color in the long span of gray, and now you can’t forget what it was like. Now you can’t stop yearning for the boldness, the attention. 

That night, you lay in the twin bed shoved into the corner of a tiny room, and you stare at the night sky through the cracked window. Cool air caresses your face, and you sit up to look out. You see only the shadows of the barn and the void of the countryside, all-consuming darkness. Here, you think, is where everyone else’s ghosts come to haunt. Here is where the forgotten come to waste the rest of their lives. Here is where I will live, and here is where I will die. 

No. 

You stand up and walk the two steps to your wardrobe, pulling your clothes out and scrambling to put them on. Whatever you plan, whatever strange scheme, will present itself to you as you move. You can’t be like this forever. You can’t keep being fine, fine, fine, until you’re ready to go and all you can look back on is mediocrity. You can’t keep going out and waiting for someone to ask you who you are, what you’re about, whether you’re okay. 

You need to be the one to ask. 

You rush out to the barn. This late at night, no cabs will come to you, not when you’re so far out. Wired, almost manic with desperation, you halter your quickest horse, a mare named Secret, and forgo the saddle to ride bareback. The night is still young, and if you get there soon enough, get there fast enough, then maybe, maybe you’ll find him. Gripping your mare with your thighs, you cluck and urge her forward, loosening your reins and pushing your calves into her sides. She shoots off, and suddenly, you’re coursing through the night, the wind whipping your hair, the sound of hooves pounding the only thing you can hear. 

The first few minutes, exhilaration runs through you, and you breathe in the wild rush of the darkness. Then you feel the cold, and the dryness waters your eyes, and your skin grows red and chapped from the constant battering of the wind. And still, Secret gallops, and you cling to her back and duck your head and clutch her mane in your shaking hands. 

City lights blink softly at you through the mist of early night. You sit back and talk quietly to the mare, bringing her from a gallop to a canter, then to a trot, then, finally, to a heaving, breathless walk. Her sweat seeps into your pants, her fur covers the inside of your thighs, and your own sweat drips down your forehead. Still, you walk on, her hooves clattering on the stone streets. Eyes glint at you from alleyways. The city murmurs its quiet song. And, you, an interloper walking boldly into an unknown territory, hoping. 

You remind yourself: hope is a thing with teeth. 

The Garrison stands solemn in the darkness. The lights inside silhouette figures moving, dancing, banging their hands on tables and chairs. Tonight is Saturday night. Closing your eyes, you steady your breathing. Cold penetrates your bones and you find yourself trembling, coming and going in waves. You run your fingers through your hair, like it could be tamed, and slowly slip off the horse. You find an old hitching rail a few blocks away and tie her, offering her a bucket of water. You leave her there, in the dark side of the alleyway. You won’t be long. 

When you open the double doors to the Garrison, you’re flooded with golden light and feral singing and warmth. You still tremble, but less so. The chills are chased away by the faultless sense of revelry in the air. You push through the crowded sitting area as though fighting your way down an overgrown path. Limbs swing into your way, people stamp their feet, and a rousing chorus starts up. 

You stumble through to the bar and lean on it, facing towards the seating area. Men on tables, men dancing, men drunk and throwing up in buckets. Men howling like wolves, men grabbing their women, men cheering each other on. No sign of the man you came here looking for. Your heart sinks. 

The barmaid laughs from behind the bar while she walks towards you. She leans over, smiling faintly. “What can I do for you?”

“I’m—” Your voice doesn’t carry; she leans closer to listen. “I’m looking for Thomas Shelby.”

She points immediately to a slim door, closed, but that opens into a small, octagonal room. “I wouldn’t interrupt.” 

You hesitate. “Who’s he with?”

“His brothers.”

“Thank you.” You nod to her, then push through the drunken party to stand in front of the door. You breathe in whiskey and cigarette smoke and body odor, and breathe out. Then, cautiously, you knock. 

If there’s a response, you don’t hear it. Throwing caution to the wind, you place your hand on the handle, take another breath, and push it open. 

Three pairs of eyes stick to you; two angry, one surprised. You step inside and close the door behind you. Silence, so thick it seems to buzz with the energy of their gazes. From their seats behind the table, they look you up and down, and you’re suddenly in a spotlight, caught in the blindness. No one speaks. 

The man on Thomas’ left breaks it. “Who the fuck are you?”

Your eyes drop and you mouth the words; no one.

“I said,” The man stands awkwardly, scooting out from behind their table and approaching you. He’s considerably taller than you, leaning down to loom over, speaking far too close to your face. You catch the smell of whiskey and beer on his breath, and your eyes lock onto bits of food stuck in his mustache. “Who the fuck are you?”

“Enough, Arthur.” Thomas leans back in his seat, arms loosely crossed, a cigarette in one hand. 

“I thought you hadn’t taken a woman since—”

“I haven’t.”

“Is this the one that sprayed you with the hose?” The man on his right grins at you. “My kind of girl.”

“Wouldn’t let someone spray me with a hose.” Arthur steps back, though you keep yourself shrunken away, a little too overwhelmed by what you’ve stepped into to unravel yet. “I’d knock ‘em out and spray ‘em meself.” 

“That’s enough.” Thomas stands and walks out from behind the table, brushing past you to open the doors. The riotous sound of the bar fills the small space again, and you step away from the door, trying to get away from it. “John, Arthur, go join them.” 

“No, I want to hear what hose-girl has to say.” The man still sitting, presumably John, stays sitting, eyes going straight to Thomas’. “I’m staying.”

“John.” Thomas’ head tilts slightly, his eyes flicking to you, then back. “Get out.”

John looks at him a moment longer, smile fading, then shrugs, stands, and walks out. Arthur follows. Thomas closes the door after them, and you close your eyes, relieved by the quiet. 

“Sit down,” Thomas says. You hear his footsteps move past you, then the sound of him sitting back down. After a moment, he adds; “Please.”

You open your eyes. His hands lay on the table in front of him, his cigarette between his ring and pinkie finger. His dark hair sits as though he styled it, and you become suddenly aware of your appearance, the wildness of your hair, the goose pimples still on your skin, the slight shiver of your body, the sweat dried on your temple. His eyes are on you, expectant, and so you nod and sit on the other side of the table as he asks. Your gaze remains downcast.

In silence, he pours you a small glass from the bottle of amber whiskey, and you take it, slowly sipping the smooth liquid. Once you place it back down, and settle into your seat, he speaks. 

“If you came to ask for forgiveness, it’s already given.” His voice rolls off his tongue, a plodding sort of sentence that you can’t help but get wrapped into. “Past in the past. We can go our separate ways.”

You look up at him, head still tilted down, and you toy with the rim of the glass, running your fingers along it. Your voice is quiet, not quite even enough. “Who are you?”

“You know who I am.” 

“No. When you said I didn’t know who you were, what did you mean?” You look back down, unable to hold your gaze steady with his for long. 

He rolls his shoulders and sits back, hands still laid across the table. “I’m the lead of the Peaky Blinders.”

“The razor blades.”

“Aye.” He inclines his head to you.

“And you guys do… what?”

“What needs to be done.” 

“That’s very vague.”

“We’re a group of well-intended people who do very bad things to achieve our goals.”

You smile faintly. “I’m supposed to be scared of you.”

“Most people are.” His eyes search your face. “You’re not.”

You shrug. “Truth is, I’m scared of everyone. I’m so used to it that it doesn’t make you special.”

He brings his cigarette to his lips, takes a slow drag, and exhales a plume of smoke. “So you are scared of me.”

You take another sip of the whiskey, hoping to avoid answering. Your body shivers, despite the warmth of the drink inside of you, burning as it goes down. 

“Smart thing to do now is go home, feed those horses of yours, and forget you pointed that bloody hose at me.” He sits up, leaning towards you. The space between you shrinks with the intensity of his gaze, and you sit back, meeting his eyes. “No need to get mixed up in the shit I live with.”

“I don’t want to forget it.” Something about him sparks some bravery in you, helps your voice come smoothly, helps your mind connect with your body. Or maybe that’s the whiskey. “It might’ve been… unfortunate, but it was the most fun I’ve had in— well, in years.”

“Treasure the memory, and get out while you can.” 

You look down. This conversation is not going the way you’d hoped. You play the last cards you have. “I won’t sell you Draco, but I’ll let you ride him.”

Silence. Your gaze shifts upwards. One of his eyebrows is slightly raised, his cigarette paused halfway to his lips. 

“What do you want?” He gestures at you, still holding the cigarette. “Why do you want this so badly?”

“I don’t know. I guess I want something different. I don’t want… to die in a house I feel trapped in. I don’t want to—”

“I’m not here to play games.” He stands, starts for the door. He stops, looks over his shoulder at you. “I’m not here to listen to girls who don’t know what they want.”

He opens the door and begins out. Sound rushes in, a deluge that almost catches you off guard and drowns you. Instead, you stand and project your voice. “Thomas.”

He pauses, looks back at you, slowly closes the door. His eyes are cold, calculating, a glint in them that tells you he’s teetering on a line between anger and amusement.

“I want freedom,” you say, finding some strength to your voice. “I want to feel like I’m more than my past, and more than the money I have. I want to have people care about me. I want to not be alone anymore.”

I want you.

“And,” you let out a short breath. “I want a do-over. I want you to come ride with me. Without spraying you with a hose.”

“A do-over,” he repeats, one hand still on the doorknob. 

“Yes.”

He considers you, blue eyes sharp, but not as cold as before. “Tomorrow morning, then.”

“Okay.”

His gaze falls to the door beside him, and, almost imperceptibly, he takes a breath. “You ready?”

You nod and walk forward, moving towards the door. 

“Wait.” He steps in front of you, blocking your way. You stop short, a foot away, and your eyes trail over him, marking his positioning, ready to dart away if needed. 

He takes off his coat jacket and holds it out to you. “Wear it on your way back. Don’t need you getting sick.” 

You take it, and offer him a small smile. “Not so scary.”

“Don’t decide yet.” He opens the door and the world floods back to you. As you walk out, you hear him say, “Goodbye, No One.”

[seramilla]

(Have fun with Carmilla’s response!)

Lute fidgets with the mane feathers that had grown from her neck. She stayed in her room thinking about what Emily said with a scowl for weeks.

“Forgive myself…what a joke…why should I forgive myself?…”

The end of her hair brushes across her shoulders as she sits up. She throws the covers off and glares hatefully at her digitigrade. She isn’t even sure when they changed but she stopped caring. It’s just one more thing to add to the pile of things she hates about herself. She hops off the bed and immediately regrets her decision unused to her new legs. Lute loses her balance in an instant and snarls at herself for being so pathetic. She forces herself to get up and uses a bedpost to get used to her new balance. A few steps around the room and she’s as good as new…in a manner of speaking. Lute has always been highly adaptable to survive no matter what, sadly enough. The familiar faint sounds of steel clashing reaches her ears. She perks up at the prospect of a training room. Lute cracks her door open and peeks out finding an empty hallway. She silently slips out and closes the door behind her then follows the sounds to their source only to find the overlord and…and Vaggie. Lute slinks into the room unseen and stays out of sight.

She watches them from the shadows on the balcony, eye glowing like a creature at night. She’s never seen Vaggie look so happy since…well since ever. She can admit to herself that she’s jealous of how much happier Vaggie is down her despite what she had done to her. She can adm-

A familiar spear pierces the column beside her head making her freeze.

“Vaggie! I’ve told you n-”

“Someone else is in here *watching* us!”

Carmilla raises a brow and looks as Vaggie leaps up letting her wings out and flies to her spear.

She recognizes the shape hidden in shadows and stares in surprise. She hadn’t once expected to see the beast out and exploring her home.

Lute panics seeing Vaggie closing the distance AND Carmilla spotting her and scrabbles away on all fours sticking to the shadows. How humiliating and fitting for her. She’s been reduced to nothing more than a lowly animal in her reactions. She slows a bit thinking to herself that maybe it’ll be over with if she lets Vaggie catch her.

Lute peers over her shoulder only to yelp as her cheek is cut and seconds later gets tackled to the ground. She instinctively hides her face behind her disproportionate arm and whimpers.

Vaggie sneers at the demon spying on her and her ma-mentor.

“Who are you, what do you want!?! Stop hiding your face and talk!!”

Lute flinches at the tone and softly whimpers out a quiet apology.

“Speak up! And show me your face!!”

Lute slowly lowers her arm unable to meet Vaggie’s eyes.

“…i’m sorry, for everything i have ever done to you…”

She forces herself to lock their gaze.

“…I’m so sorry for forcing those extra drills on you, for forcing those errands on you…”

She swallows hard.

“…I’m sorry for cutting out your eye…and tearing off your wings…I’m sorry for killing your dragon friend…for-”

Vaggie’s laughter makes her freeze.

“I’m sure you are ‘sorry’…Lute.”

She flinches at the disgusted tone used on her name followed up by a scoff.

“You’re just sorry for what you’ve become and probably think apologizing will fix this. Well it doesn’t matter because I’m NOT going to forgive you. Heaven CLEARLY knows you don’t deserve forgiveness since you’re down here now. Oooh how the mighty have fallen.”

Lute stays quiet looking up at her.

“Nothing to say?”

Lute struggles to find the words making Vaggie scoff.

“That’s what I thought.”

Vaggie grabs her spear and turns to leave when Lute grabs her. She turns to yell at her to let go but the words die in her throat at the sight of an empty eye socket mirroring her own.

“I AM sorry Vaggie…I DO mean it…I don’t want or need you to forgive me. I NEED you to know I am SORRY…”

Maybe it the desperation in her voice or the pained self loathing in Lute’s remaining eye but she relents and nods.

Lute lets go of her just as Carmilla arrives and a new wave of panic fills her soul. She could tell what kind of bond these two had. A mentor and apprentice…as well as a mother and daughter. She wasn’t stupid, it was like how Adam had been like her older brother…not that it mattered anymore he was gone…everything she had was gone. She scampered away before the Overlord could say anything, retracing her path back to her delegated room. She closes the door and hides beneath the bed hoping the overlord will leave her alone, that Vaggie won’t explain what that was about. The mane of feathers on her neck stands on end as the door slams open dashing her hopes. The woman is pissed…but who hasn’t been with her lately? The feathers flatten accepting her fate as the bed is flung away. Her hollow gaze looks up meeting furious red orbs.

“You better start explaining yourself you pequeña perra vil, or I will send you to Lucifer personally.”

“I…I’m sorry I-“

“What I mean is-“

“It’s because-“

She tries over and over again and again but chokes up every time. How can she began to explain it to CARMILLA FUCKING CARMINE, the former angel that fell protecting the identity of her lover that happened to be the EX HIGH SERAPHIM SERA? She knows she’s pissed at her. Who isn’t? She’s hated herself for so long for her preferences, believing she was fucked up and WRONG for just liking girls. She remembers the first time she told Adam and how he slapped her. She never brought it up again. She buried EVERYTHING deep down inside and hated it, hated that part of herself because her mentor the person she thought she could trust told her she was wrong and disgusting for it. Lute tries to explain all of it but it hurts too much and cuts so deeply into a VERY old and forgotten wound that has been festering inside her far too long. She keeps trying to tell her wanting to tell SOMEONE…but she keeps choking up and gagging on the words she was trained to hate and revile.

Carmilla stares at the broken beast looking up at her desperately trying to explain itself to her.

Lute pounds her fists against the floor furious she can’t speak her own truth. So she starts small.

“…i hate myself…”

Carmilla rolls her eyes at the obvious but freezes as the creature continues.

“…i have for so long…i’ve hated what i am for so long now i don’t think i could ever see myself as anything ELSE than how i look now…”

Carmilla’s breath hitches in her throat. This reminds her of the way Sera sounded when she spoke of how guilty she felt about their love they had for each other.

“…I remember the first time I shared my…my preference…with my mentor…I thought I could trust him…”

The overlord’s heart sinks.

“But then he was yelling at me…screaming that I was wrong. Adam slapped me over and over again until I rejected what I am. So there must’ve been something wrong with me. I’m a mistake…then I thought…maybe if I am really good and do exactly what I was made for it’ll fix itself.”

The broken black and gold eye looks at her desperately wanting to be seen and heard for once.

“It didn’t so I tried harder and harder…then Vaggie joined the ranks. We were close once friends, sisters…I think I wanted to be more but I couldn’t because that would be WRONG. I was jealous of the praise she got. Adam praised her so much…it’s not fair.”

Lute grits her fangs.

“I denied liking her like that and SHE got praised for being herself. I was so mad at her and myself. So when I caught her sparing that sinner, something broke. How does that SINNER get mercy when I DON’T? I saw red and lashed out. I-”

Carmilla watches her grab the feathers on her twisted arm and tug.

“It’s all I’ve known…but I’m so tired…so tired of it all…pain makes it numb for a bit. Emily says I need to forgive myself but I’m just a mistake. Mistakes don’t deserve forgiveness. That’s what I was told. I can’t forgive myself.”

Lute looks up at Carmilla feeling so raw and so exposed, wanting…she’s not even entirely sure what she wants anymore but she knows she doesn’t want to hurt anymore. Tears blur her already ruined vision as she looks at the floor and starts to wail. She’s exhausted from countless years of feeling so angry and hating herself. Lute is certain she can’t have what everyone around her has. Maybe that’s what she wants? Probably but no one would ever want something like h-

She flinches away feeling a large hand between her wings and gently rubs her back. Then looks up at Carmilla deeply confused as tears stream down her face.

Where Carmilla had seemed about to tear her a new asshole when she came into the room a moment prior, Lute flinches under the fallen angel's touch, and drops face-first onto the floor in a prone position. She has never felt lower than she does now, so her position on the ground should mirror that. She's fully prepared for the overlord to slap her, punch her, strangle her, or do any number of horrible, painful things to her body. It would be exactly as Lute deserves, and couldn't possibly be worse than anything she's faced thus far down here.

Except it is...so much worse. Carmilla kneels over her, still looking so much taller and larger-than-life, simply leaning down on her knees above Lute. The hand between her wings doesn't move to inflict pain or serve justice; Carmilla's large claws just...lie flat on her back for a moment. Even through the fluff around her neck, Lute can feel all the distilled power flooding through Carmilla's body, waiting to be let loose at any given moment. An angel of Carmilla's former status always has that air about her. Even if she weren't lying prostrate on the floor, Lute knows not to make any threatening movements in her presence, if she values her head.

Which she doesn't, but that old training and instinct of hers still wants to keep her alive, despite everything. She knows even less of what to make of Carmilla when that hand actually starts to move, stroking Lute's back in a comforting motion, ruffling the feathers like one might the hair of a child.

Wait, is Carmilla Carmine trying to COMFORT her???

"One thing about being in Hell..." Carmilla begins, intentionally stroking the feathers at the top of the wings on Lute's back, "...is that mercy and forgiveness are the rarest commodities down here. There aren't enough souls you could possibly pay for that. Emily has all but offered it to you on a silver platter. The only thing you'd have to do is reach out and take it. Oh, if we were all so lucky."

Lute sniffles some more, and hides her face in the floor so Carmilla can't see her crying. Carmilla continues to stroke the wings on her back and the feathers around her neck. Lute might think she's doing it to mock or taunt her, but there isn't an ounce of mirth in the overlord's voice. Not like when she'd barged in a moment before.

"Yeah, on the condition that I forgive myself first!" Lute explains, just running through her head again how ridiculous that sounds. "It's not just Emily I've wronged. Her, Sera, Vaggie, and even you! It's not my place to forgive myself of that! And it's not her place to say that's all I'd need to do!"

"Yes, you're right," Carmilla hums, looking off into the middle distance, staring at the wall above the tossed-over bed, pondering Lute's statement. "Each person you've wronged will have to set the conditions for how you can make it up to them. That's how apologies work."

"I don't deserve forgiveness, anyway. I don't want it."

"So you're just going to give up?" Carmilla asks. "Stay in this room until you starve to death?"

"Why not?"

"Because we both know you're better than that," Carmilla states bluntly, halting her rubbing of Lute's feathers long enough to lift the girl's chin to look at her. She holds Lute's chin firmly in her grasp, forcing her to look at her.

"That your body went through such a drastic change is proof positive that you have much to atone for. You're capable. You wouldn't be here if that weren't the case. Satan knows I went through the same when I was thrown down here. I may never get my wings or halo back, but honestly, at this point, I don't care. I kept fighting. It's all I knew before, and it's all I've ever done. I never gave up. "

Tears stream down Lute's face again, and with Carmilla holding her chin firmly in place, she can't hide them anymore. "What if I'm done fighting? Fighting, and competing, and trying to be better than everyone else...look where it got me."

"That's your choice. But wallowing here in your own filth won't be much of a life. And I simply won't condone it. I'm not going to let you self-immolate under my roof, upsetting Emily, and reversing all the growth and progress that Vaggie's made. I will not sit back and let you sabotage that for them."

"Fine, then I'll get out of your fucking hair! I didn't want to be here, anyway!" Lute yells. She turns around, until she's got her back and the bulk of her wings facing Carmilla, and curls in on herself upon the floor. She starts sniffling more into the sanctuary of her knees, drawing them closer to her body, and feeling sorry for herself again, trying to give Carmilla the hint that she wants the overlord to leave her alone.

"Just go away. Please," Lute whimpers, wrapping her wings around herself, as if that will let her hide. "Just let me die."

Lute probably wishes she hadn't said that to Carmilla so quickly, because suddenly, that clawed hand that had been so gentle with her before suddenly grabs her by the scruff of the neck, pulling, and lifting her off the floor. Lute screeches and kicks, tail thrashing this way and that as Carmilla mercilessly drags her out the bedroom door by her thick neckline of feathers. She scrambles, but Carmilla holds fast. There's no way she can escape, being as weak as she is.

No! Lute screams in her own head, unable to speak due to shock. No, I didn't mean it! Please! Please don't throw me out! Don't throw me away! Emily...Vaggie...please, I need to--!

The wind is temporarily knocked out of Lute as Carmilla tosses her on the ground, and the bestial angel yelps as she lands on her tattered wings, which are still sore and inflamed from where she'd been extracting feathers before. A bright light is blinding her from above, and she whimpers before turning over, covering her face with her claws.

"Oowww..." Lute seethes between her teeth, rubbing the sore back of her neck where Carmilla had grabbed her. "Fuck!"

It's happened. Carmilla has thrown her out, leaving her to the bright, blinding light of the Hellish sun. Lute starts to cry again, trembling all over at the implications of what she's just done...now that she's all alone...

"Lute? Carmilla, what's going on? Why is she out here?"

Vaggie!

Lute's eye shoots open. It's still difficult for her to see anything, what with being thrown out of that dark, dank room and into the light so suddenly, but that voice is unmistakably Vaggie's. She doesn't sound too pleased to see Lute again.

Lute's eye struggles to adjust to everything around her. She realizes she's not outside, but actually under the blinding bulbs of the training room she'd spotted Carmilla and Vaggie sparring in earlier. From this angle, all the lights look like miniature suns. They are painful, too harsh on her new demon eye. She turns over to try and get up, and collapses again, whimpering. She's still not used to her own feet.

"It seems this one wants to die," Carmilla says matter-of-factly, standing there behind Lute with her arms crossed, clearly unamused. "Seems rather adamant about it, in fact. Since it appears you two have a score to settle, I thought I'd let you do the honors."

"WHAT?!" Lute and Vaggie screech at the same time. Lute swings her head around to look at Vaggie, with her hair tied up in a rather elaborate ponytail, wearing the same battle outfit that Odette and Clara always used when salvaging her and Adam's weapons.

Satan, the two of them really have changed, haven't they? Lute thinks. But the trajectory of that change could not be more different.

"Carmilla, I already told you!" Vaggie insists, looking at Carmilla with something resembling anger and frustration. "I didn't kill her during the battle, and I'm not going to do it now! Death is too good for her!"

"And why is that?" Carmilla asks, still looking like she couldn't give a damn.

"Because...she's hurt so many people! Hurt Charlie! I'll never forgive her for that! She needs to suffer for it!"

"And how much suffering is enough?" Carmilla continues. "When her body is no longer recognizable? When she's let herself starve to death, or is killed out on the street? How much more pain and atonement is necessary before it makes things right?"

Vaggie looks down at the pathetic jumble of feathers slumped on the floor in front of her. She holds her spear at her side, fist clenched tightly around it, as if she wants to shove it directly through Lute's still-beating heart. Lute doesn't think she'll ever get used to Vaggie's eye looking at her that way. She had cared for that eye's owner, once upon a time...and then she'd ruined everything, for her own selfish means.

But then Lute is surprised when Vaggie's eye softens. For whatever reason, the other former Exorcist's entire tone shifts when she looks back up at Carmilla, and sighs heavily.

"It won't," Vaggie says finally, throwing her spear onto the hard floor of the training room with a clang. "Nothing will. It won't bring back the people we killed, Sir Pentious, Dazzle...it won't make our bodies the way they were before. Violence just begets more violence."

"So what will you do, then, mija?" Carmilla asks. It is not lost on Lute how softly and affectionately Carmilla asks that question of Vaggie. How much love and understanding she provides for this angel, one who is not of her blood; not even her own daughter. But whom she's taken to claim as her own, just the same.

Vaggie smirks. Not in the hate-filled, disbelieving way she had before. It's more mischievous and playful, like when she and Lute had been about to spar or go out on the battlefield together.

"I guess I'll have to beat the will to live back into her, like you did for me," Vaggie chortles. Carmilla smiles. "Come on, Lute...let's see if you still got it in ya."

Fucking Satan, Lute thinks, what in the fucking Hell does Vaggie have in store for her, now?

[burnedwriter]

‘’mouthfull’’

A/n:here are some small drabbles that didnt make it into full fic.

warnings:smut,!Gender-neutral reader,69,a little bit of !dom reader in kaveh part,handjob,bj,teasing,slight exhibitionism,vibrator,bondage.

characters:kaveh,kaeya,cyno,neuvillette,wriothesley.

kaveh

kaveh sitting up on the edge of the bed as you kneel right infront of him,placing your hand on his inner thigh pushing them open into a spreading position,as your hand went towards his clothed cock.

‘‘you dont have to do this’‘kaveh said looking down at you.

‘‘i just want to do something nice for you kaveh,you dont have to worry~’‘you said looking up at him with a reassuring yet sly smile,you could see a small blush run across his cheeks.

Your hand now on his cock,fidgeting with the buttons on his pants before freeing his half hard cock,giving him a few pumps.The head of his cock already leaking precum.Grabbing his cock softly,moving your hand up and down,teasing the head in the process.Moving your mouth to the head,wrapping your mouth around it,giving kitten licks,now you could taste the precum.

Continuing to pump his cock with your hand while you swirled your tongue around the head,kaveh leaned back as he jolted his hips into your mouth from time to time and being unable to keep himself still,you could hear him being more vocal than usual,grunting and maning loudly at your actions.

kaveh throbed against your hand as the head flashed red,his abs flexing as well as his breathing became heavier.With one last pump xiao  finished,covering your face with his cum.

‘‘sorry’‘He apologised as he saw the mess he created,wipping your eyes so you could see.

kaeya

Feeling desperate you decide to get under his desk you decided to tease him a bit knowing anybody could walk in on you.

sneaking under kaeya’s desk,hastily taking ou this cock,earning a teasing remark from kaeya.

‘‘you couldnt wait until we got home hmm~’‘kaeya purred a sly smile at your desperation as you didnt waste a second.

wasting no time,you freed his cock from his pants,his teasing only making you more eager to continue.Kaeya taking his cock from your hand,giving you a light smacks on your cheek before he pushed himself into your mouth.

kaeya keeping his hips still so he doesnt gag you as you slowly took him deeper and deeper into your mouth,hitting the back of your throat.Waiting for a bit to get adjusted to his thick cock.You start bopping your head,hitting the back of your throat each time.

‘‘your fucking mouth’‘kaeya let out a breathy moan at your action.

Picking up the speed of your mouth,moving into a faster pace,making you choke on his cock as you drooled all over it.Rubbing your own thighs together  trying to get any form of friction as your own arousal started to build up.

‘‘you are doing so great,dear’‘choked praises coming from the man above,never taking his eyes off of you.

the sound of gagging bouncing off of the walls of his office before coming to a halt,as you took kaeya in your mouth fully one last time as he finishes.He slipped his hand under your chin,lifting your head up to look at him.

‘‘swallow it,i dont want to see you one drop leaving your mouth’‘

Wriothesley

Wriothesley trying to keep focus on his paper work,trying his best not to get distracted but his growing bulge that started to form in his pants,as images of you flashed in his mind from your previous encounters.

his grip on the paper tightened causing the paper to curl on the sides.Placing it down on the table his hand immediatly traveling down his pants,unbuttoning them quickly before taking his aching cock in his hand.He imagined how your lips will be around his cock,with a needy look in your eyes as you looked up at him.

His hand moving faster on his cock as he used his thumb to tease the head,thinking it was your tongue,making him groan softly.The images of you continued to flash through his mind,hoping that you were there with him,hearing you pleading to take you right here.

Fisting his cock, Wriothesley moved his hand up and down his cock in a frenzied pace,throwing his head back,as he groaned and moaned into the air.His cock throbing in his hand before he finishes all over it while some of it stained the floor.

cyno

as the night went on and the tension between you started to grow since you thought it was agood idea to tease cyno throught the day just to see how he reacts

as the both of you laid on your makeshift beds you noticed cyno’s heavy breathing along with how painfully hard he was.

crawling into his lap,you took him into your mouth.Cyno not wanting to leave you untouched and not wanting the pleasure to be one sided,he lifted your hips placing you on top of his face.His tongue skillfully  moving to where you wanted him the most, he sucked and nipped at all the right places, earning whimpers from you.The vibration of your sounds sending waves of pleasure on his cock,making him thrust into your mouth in response.You gagged against his cock as he started fucking your mouth while he used his skilled tongue brought you closer to your own climax

Afterawhile cyno twitched inside your mouth while your own pleasure was close to the finish line.With one last thrust cyno finished inside your mouth and close after a few licks  and swirls from him he made you reach your own climax.

Neuvillette

‘‘go on you know what to do’‘his voice cold and commanding as Neuvellitte placed his cock right infront of your mouth,touching your lips.Placing his hand on your head,guiding your mouth since a blindfold blocked your vision and your hands were tied behind your back.

Parting your lips,he slowly pushed himself inside your mouth.You start to move your mouth up and down his cock,you hear a click with Neuvillette pressing a button starting the vibrator that you had inside you.the sudden sensation send shivers down your spine,making you moan against his cock.

Feeling satisfied about well you were doing,Neuvillette clicked the button again turning the vibrator into a higher setting,making you releasing a louder moan this time.You could feel the warm feeling in your lower abdomen ready to snap at any moment.He took  notice of that as you bucked your hips desperetly,with another click the vibrator now was at the highest setting sending you over the edge.Your body feeling overstimulated as you just have finished,he continued to have the vibrator active making your whole body jolt violently,your mind going blank.

‘‘im close’‘Neuvillette said with a low grunt,it was what felt like hours of you trying your best to bring him close, he finally reached his first climax,unlike you that had already finished one time.Your body feeling shore and tired from your orgasm.Neuvillette placed his hand on your hair taking control over the pace into a fractic one.Making you choke on his cock before pushing your head down,he cumming inside your  throat.