#muns writing

[misteria247]

I'm realizing that Stan is actually incredibly smart. Like in a Ford kind of way to some extent.

Like yes Stan's street smart and life smart but he's also got the smarts that Ford's praised for. Because he had rebuilt the portal and figured out his brother's notes and equations.

Like do you know how hard math is on Ford and Fiddleford's level of expertise??? How complicated and delicate it is????? Especially the kind that brings portals to life???? And Stan figured it out. Had taught himself to read and comprehend these difficult things. Difficult things that requires college degrees in science and mathematics.

And Stan did this on an incomplete high school grade level of academics.

That's fucking nuts. Sure it took 30 years but he learned it. By himself, can you imagine how frustrated he got, teaching himself Ford's educational level??? Using his mechanical skills of fixing his car to be up to par to Fiddleford's impressive craftsmanship????

And I can just see how Ford and Fiddleford react post apocalypse. Ford doing equations and science stuff and talking while Fiddleford listens and gives his input when Stan pipes up unintentionally and puts his hat into the ring. And it's mathematically sound?? And these two men are just blown away cuz what the actual hell?? Ford's immediately questioning Stan, wanting to hear his thoughts while Fiddleford watches impressed and Stan's mortified and a bit overwhelmed. Or Fiddleford working on something and Ford's watching him when Stan points out a better way to make a part work and Fidds is like omg thank you Stanley??? And Ford's looking at his little brother dumbfounded and itching to bomb him with questions and whatnot.

Stan never knows peace afterwards.

[dcxdpdabbles]

Alley Boyfriends sugar baby Danny and sugar daddy Tim?? Fuck yeah that sounds hilarious. Imagine them telling the waynes “how they met” and Tim’s siblings immediately pick up that their story was rehearsed. If enough things starts adding up, they could so easily assume that Danny and Tim are hiding that they met on one of those sugar daddy sites lmao

It's not my planned direction in the story but it would be hilarious to consider them lying.

Just picture Tim panicking, making them accounts, and postdating them so Barbs wouldn't think it was suspicious.

It doesn't go well.

He writes things he thinks a sugar daddy would say, and Danny reads over his shoulder and squints at the fake messages before slamming a finger on the backspace. "No. No no no. This sounds like a serial killer attempting to lure me into a secondary location."

Tim sobbing into his hands. "I don't know how to lay out sugar for pretty boys. I have failed you Brucie Wayne"

[tcfactory]

Think fast, Sentinel. That is what you are for, after all.

Today on "this is not what I planned to draw, but I think it turned out Neat": a nightmare.

Sentinel from my ongoing fanfic verse, Crossed Sparks.

This won't make much sense without the context of the fic, but I'm basically playing around with the idea of a Sentinel who was custom made for his position of the Principal Aide.

Bonus closeup because this thing is huge:

[yandereworlds]

Hello, recently binged read your works and I'm curious about Demetrius. How would a look very aggressive violent outburst from him look like? What would cause him to go off on his darling?Thank you for your time.

demetrius keeps a very cool head, it is incredibly rare he blows his top, and it's even rarer to be a first-hand witness. he's good at keeping his true emotions from bubbling to the surface, never wanting to expose his vulnerabilities or allow his personal feelings to conflict with business matters.

that being said, it takes a lot to break his demeanor, it's never usually just one thing or event, it usually is a pile of multiple problems along with you being resistant. your resistance is all well and fun, he understands it would be stupid for you not to be, but sometimes he just wishes you would be good for him and comply. to just listen to what he tells you to do and ease his worries. compiling a bad couple hunts, incompetent hands from his crewmembers, lacking funds, a tightening schedule, lacking sleep, and his relationship with you straining yet again, eventually it all accumulates into a sudden outburst that you may not have been expecting.

it can get scary. crashing furniture, punching and kicking against anything around him frail enough to fall over, broken dishes, along with a lack of words - replaced with nothing but aggressive, animalistic growls and bellows. you never seem to know what he's actually thinking, just standing admits the sudden chaos and seething anger. his eyes pierce through yours, and you can feel his frustration. he tries to avoid putting you in the crossfire, but you could very easily be the trigger to the outburst. sometimes it's better to just be quiet, and comply with his wishes as he handles his outside stressors.

[lovingthewildlife]

Cato and the unknown heat

Summary: Cato gets hit with a sex pollen, but he doesn't realize it. Neither does his serf until it's a little bit too late.

TW: Power Imbalance, dub-con

Note: This thing took me for friggin' ever! It's probably OOC and I'm sorry. Hopefully it's still enjoyable. I'm ngl, I'm also really not used to tagging other people cause no one really asks for me to tag them but uh... yeah. *dumps fic and runs away*

Tagged: @incrediblethirst @bookandyarndragonwritesdark

How was he supposed to focus on anything when someone was keeping the heat turned up to the maximum? Cato was glad that he'd gotten out of his armor earlier and changed into a looser set of formal robes, but even the normally light linen felt like it was clinging to him. A look down at his chest showed that it, indeed, was clinging from the sweat that was pouring off of him. A sneer curled his lip and he abruptly turned around to head towards his room and the private showers that were there. It was small but it would be efficient enough to get the sweat off him so he could change into something clean and get a message sent to see about turning the heat down. There had to be something wrong with the engines if the whole of the ship was being blasted with this infernal humidity.

He felt like he was covered in a thin sheen of sweat and the sensation made him want to crawl out of his skin. It was one thing to work up a sweat while in the middle of a fight, but to have to deal with it off duty was another entirely. He typed in the code for his room perhaps a bit too forcefully and was greeted with his room being slightly cooler than the rest of the ship. He liked to keep his quarters a few degrees cooler so that was no surprise, but he had hoped that he'd feel more of a difference than just that. The heat must truly be rushing all throughout the system of Macragge's Honour if it was getting into the private rooms as well. He could only imagine how bad it was down in the barracks or the serfs quarters where people were more packed in.

Briefly, his mind lingered on the thoughts of the serfs quarters. He'd glimpsed them briefly before, it was only natural to head that way when one wanted to select a personal serf. As much as he had originally balked at the idea of a personal serf, it was an unfortunate necessity with the additional workload that he'd needed to take with his commendations. So he went down to the quarters, needing to see what they were like when they thought that they weren't being observed, to ensure that they had the grace and dignity required to serve him properly. The rooms were larger, but only because the serfs were packed in close. Separated by gender, when he'd glanced at the rooms themselves he'd seen a definitely distinction between the mens and women's rooms. They were both clean, of course, nothing else would be tolerated.

But the women's rooms had a section that was dedicated to physical upkeep that wasn't in the men's quarters. Not for ablutions, but simply so they could do one another's hair before going out on duty. It was fascinating to watch lithe fingers toying with tresses, separating sections and braiding parts before looping them upwards or around buns to keep the hair out of the way. It was necessary to keep it out of the way, naturally, but the way that the hair was style was varied from woman to woman.

He'd also had the distinct impression that his prescence hadn't been welcomed and he'd been politely requested to leave before he could watch too much of the pagentry.

It was… fascinating. So of course, he had requested a female serf to tend to him.

You were interchangable with many other serfs in the aspect of your diligence. Surely there were plenty of others who could do just the same tasks and with just the same amount of skill. But he was fascinated with you because of how you held yourself at all times.

Walking into his shower room, he tapped the button that would request you to come and attend him. He needed his dirty robes taken down to be laundered and he wanted you to talk to the mechanicus in charge of temperature to make sure that this blasted heat was turned down.

Normally he'd at least fold his robes before putting them in the laundry basket, but the fabric just came down with a wet sound as it hit the floor and he groaned, turning on the shower at high blast. Much as he wanted to have something ice cold, he knew that hot would better to get the sweat off and he stepped under the spray. The small space of the shower made the heat feel all the closer and he turned his back to the shower head, resting his forearms on the tile in front of him, giving himself a moment to enjoy the slick sensation riding across his back and trickling down his sides. He wasn't normally given to indulgences and he blinked at the tiles, leaning back into the heavy pounding of water against him.

The door of the shower room opened a fraction, a quiet knocking preceeding that let him know just who had stepped into his quarters. He could hear your voice but not the words being said, his heart pounding quicker than before. Licking his lips, he snapped out a hand to catch the shower curtain, shoving it open and looking down at you.

Your eyes were wide as you looked up at him, surprised that he'd finished up so quickly. Your eyes lingered briefly on his thick thighs and up to his waist before darting to meet his gaze. You had heard the shower running when you'd stepped into his quarters and grabbed towels for him since he often tended to just step out nude and drip on the floor. Which was his right to do since it was his room, but it was annoying for you because you had to clean it up.

Still, despite all the times seeing him strutting around nude you weren't sure if you'd ever get used to the sight of him. All of the marines were built like brick walls. All the better to be the protection that the Emperor gave to Mankind of course. And there was definitely no reason for him to be ashamed when he looked like that. You supposed that if you were built like some of those noble women back on Macragge, you'd flaunt yourself too.

Trying to subdue the blush in your cheeks, you scooped up his dirty robes and tossed them in the laundry, turning around as you settled the basket on your hip and started out of the room.

"If you're finished, I'll grab you something clean to wear." You managed to get out before large hands grabbed you by the waist and shoulder, yanking you backwards.

The clothes went spilling across the floor and you couldn't help but stare at them for a moment, confused. You could feel a 'brick wall' at your back and insistent fingers kept you from moving away, going so far as to lift you off the ground so you didn't have any purchase to jerk away from him. Your heart pounded as he pressed his face to the nape of your neck and there was a soft shudder from him.

"You're cold." He spoke the words like it perplexed him.

Settling one hand on the one that was wrapped almost all the way around your waist, you could see why he thought so. Sicarius was burning up. Trying to pull away only ensured that his grip tightened that much more and he made a quiet whining noise that didn't match the mass of him. His nose nudged along your neck and up to your ear and you tried to lean away slightly. It was a silly thought but you didn't want to offend him with the scent of your perfume. But when he inhaled there, his fingers gently squeezed your waist and his lips parted against your neck, his breath hot on your skin and tongue sliding upwards.

"How are you so cool?" He huffed, his mouth moving against your neck and muffling his words slightly.

"I dont think I am, I think you're running hot." You fumbled out the words as his hands massaged your side and arm. He was insistent on keeping you as close as he could and you could feel the way he swelled and pressed against your lower back.

"No, it's you. It's all you." He groans out the words.

The depth of his voice combined with his lips leaving sparce kisses on your neck made your breasts feel heavier, your nipples tightened under the thin robes you wore. You didn't know what had gotten into him to make him so forward and you hated to think it had something to do with how hot he was running.

"M'Lord." Your voice was raspy as he started to suck near your collarbone, starting to rub against your back for relief. "I think you might have a virus."

"I'm fine." It wasn't the usual stubbornness you had gotten used to with the Knight Champion. It sounded almost petulant.

"You really need to talk to the Medicae."

"All I need is you."-There- was the stubbornness you were used to. Along with his broad hand spanning across your waist and sliding down.

Two fingers eased down to the apex of your thighs, his body leaning slightly so he could better ensure you didn't slip away from him as he changed his grip so he was cupping your sex and flexing his fingers. Curling them almost casually when he finally pulled his mouth away from your neck with a wet pop.

"I need you." He said it like it was something that was just now occurring to him.

His fingers were still flexing and pressing against your sex and your hand was overtop of his, trying to pull his hand away as you did your best to catch your breath. You had never expected the Knight Champion to make a pass at you, especially not so desperately. He was making soft noises at the back of his throat as he tried to separate the layers of your robe so he could reach your skin. Pressing down with your hand, your breath hitched as his finger managed to catch inside your robes where the clasps left a small openin and he groaned when he felt the inside of your thigh.

"Sir." Your head dropped down, in surprise, in excitment as he fumbled to pull at the clasps.

One of the metal pieces yanking off the fabric and falling to the floor with a quiet clinking sound before he stuffed his finger in and pressed his finger along your thigh. The fabric of your robes bunching as he moved up and rubbed across your sex again, breath quick against your neck.

You could feel him rutting against your back again and you blushed at the thought that he might spill across your robes and leave you with a stain that everyone would see.

That was about all that gave you the energy to slap his wrist and hiss at him, hoping that the small smart would snap him away from his eager push and pull against you.

"Sir! Put me down." You hoped that when he did your legs would be able to hold your weight.

Rather than setting you down right away, however, he started to walk over to his bed. The thing was as massive as he was. Plain, because he didn't believe in embellishments that weren't given to him in duty, it was simply huge and had moderate comfort to it. He set you down on the bed and you weren't sure if he meant to set you closer to the middle or if he simply forgot that you were so much smaller and it meant you'd have to crawl to get off of it.

His hands rested on either side of you and Cato looked down at you, his brow furrowed and hands reaching to undo your robes. Or more likely to rip the buttons and clasps apart if he was going to go at it like he had before. You grabbed his hands in your smaller ones, your heart squeezing as he used your busied hands to ensure he could lean in properly and kiss you.

It was awkward. Like he didn't have any practice with baselines, which you assumed was the truth. He was so much bigger that when his tongue thrust out to catch yours, it felt more like a wide slap of a warm wet piece of meat pushing against your lips.

His skin was hot to the touch and when you wormed one hand out of his grip to press against his chest, you stopped, realizing that all the wetness on his body seemed to have vanished.

"Sir, you need to see the medicae." You tried again to insist.

He grumbled then, an unhappy scowl as he pressed his face to your neck and pulled at the clasps on your robes.

"Sir, if you rip my robes, how am I supposed to go back to the serfs quarters afterwards?"

"Leave?" He said the word like it was offensive, pulled his head up to frown at the sheer idea that you might have to go away. "No, you're staying."

It was a ridiculous notion, of course. You couldn't just stay in his quarters, and you had half a mind to tell him so. But he was looming over you and he was touching again, attempting to kiss in that awkward way that you weren't sure how to respond to. His lips pressed against yours and you slid your hand up to his neck, pressing to try to push him back as you twisted your head again.

"Do you even know what you're doing?"

That seemed to give him a moment of pause and he breathed, looking down at you and blinking. His head dropped down to rest on the bed beside your own and you had to resist the urge to pet his hair and give him some sort of comfort. He was acting so far outside his norm, at least as far as you knew. He'd never had a personal serf before. Did he think that this was one reason why you were here? Was this why he had come down to the serfs quarters originally to pick someone out? Your heart sped up and you turned your head to look at him, seeing his eyes squeezed shut.

"Talk to me." You moved back a bit and weren't surprised at all when his hands automatically reached out to grasp you and pull you back.

"It's so hot." he said slowly. "And your skin is cool. You're soft and I just.. need."

"You need to ask." You frowned, your heart rate speeding up.

He looked at you stupidly and for a moment you weren't sure if he was going to be offended at the sheer idea of it or just be angry that you'd suggest that he wasn't eventually going to ask.

"Ask… for what?"

You blinked once and then again, staring at him. Cato looked flumoxed, like a child caught with his hands somewhere they shouldn't be. Which.. wasn't an inappropriate assessment given where he had been grabbing at earlier.

"You want to touch me?"

You wanted to laugh at the way he nodded, but the look in his eyes was more intense now and you could see his muscles bunching in preparation for a pounce. A hard feat considering he was already on top of you. Looking down between the length of your bodies, you tensed, seeing the hard thick length that bobbed between his thighs.

"And you want to kiss me?"

"Yes." His voice was thick and he pushed down, hands finding your sides and pressing in on you slightly, his thumbs sweeping along your ribs and then pausing as he pulls up again.

Laid out under him, you let him explore for a moment longer, enjoying that he was being softer now and slower.

"You're supposed to ask before you touch." You remind him quietly.

"Why…?" He murmured the word, his gaze hazy as he kissed you, fingers finding the clasps of your robe and fumbling them open.

You froze up as he pushed the fabric aside and started to inch back on the bed, just for him to follow you and start to press his weight down against you.

"You're mine, and I need you." He kissed your neck once more.

Your breath came a bit faster as you pushed him back and he started to move his lips from your neck to your clavicle and then down the valley of your breasts. The bra you were wearing wasn't one of your best ones, but you still didn't want it ruined if he decided to rip it and you settled your hands over his as he tugged one cup down low enough that he could capture your nipple and toy with it with his tongue and teeth. Each suckle and lick had you throbbing and your thighs pressed together as he enjoyed teasing your breasts. You had never been very sensitive there, but it had been a long while since someone had played with them. And his hands weren't entirely gentle, tugging and pulling at your body, his head shifting to spread his attention between both breasts and ensure your nipples were wet against the cooler air.

You were sure that you were supposed to be telling him no. His touching was inappropriate for a Knight to his serf and this could be seen as some sort of attempt to curry favors with the Astartes. It certainly wouldn't be the first time that a serf had gone on their back for an Astartes, even among the Ultramarines. But it was looked down on and you needed to keep your head about you. You didn't think that you would have had this problem with Cato because he'd previously seemed oblivious to you and that hadn't bothered you at all.

But now his length was pressing against your inner thigh and he was rubbing up, pressing the blunt head of his cock to your panties as he feverishly touched you.

"Wait, wait wait." You patted his chest, whining as he pulled up and didnt release your nipple until what felt like the last moment. The wet sound of his mouth coming away making your pussy clench. "The uh… the Codex Astartes. Isn't there a rule against fraternizing?"

"No." He mumbled as he kissed his way down your belly next.

"Well then remind me what it does say about how serfs and Astartes are supposed to behave around each other?" You curled your fingers in his hair.

"No." He murmured against the fabric of your underthings before peeling them down and shoving them out of the way where he'd tossed your robes.

His hands were almost too warm as he pulled your thighs apart and upwards, settling himself between them and kissing the inside of your thigh before licking and sucking the sensitive skin that was close to your groin. Your fingers were still laced in his hair but you weren't pulling him away anymore. Your nails scrapped through his short hair and tugged upwards when he found your clit. His thick fingers parting your lips and sliding up and down the seam of your cunt before pressing one in.

"You feel so cool in here." He licked his lips, the motion sliding across your clit and making you jolt.

"No, you're running hot." You manage to gasp as he slowly eases his finger in and out at a surprisingly gentle pace. Your hips rock slowly with him, all thoughts of trying to talk him down from this flown out of your head as just his finger is filling you up more than you were used to.

It was hard to get real privacy in the serfs quarters. The closest you might get was in the showers at times, and even though there was just a curtain and a simple wall that didn't reach all the way to the floor. You couldn't think of the last time you'd been able to just lay back and rub one out. Your eyes rolled back as he insistently prodded and pumped inside you, only occasionally touching your clit to make you whine. For a man that didn't seem to know what he was doing, he learned quickly.

"Make sure it's wet or it'll hurt to put it in." You gasped when he tried to nudge in another finger dry.

You could feel the hesitation and then there was a slurping sound when he pulled his hand away. Looking down, you saw that he was sucking his fingers with a stern expression on his face. His gaze flicked up to yours as he slid two in this time, wetter than before and fulfilling in a way that had your jaw dropping. Your breath came quick as he shifted his hand and curled his fingers, pushing upwards. Wincing, your hand came down to push his wrist away and you whimpered as you shook your head.

"How do I do this?"

"Not so hard." You couldn't help the blush and bit your lip as he eased his fingers in slow once more. "There. Just like that, can you do that with your fingers again? How you curled—"

His movements were quick in response to your question and you gripped his wrist, this time to hold him still as your back arched. Your jaw dropped and he came closer to kiss your thigh and lick his way towards your apex again, getting you wetter and making you groan as the sound of the slickness became more obvious. His lips hovered close to your clit, the tip of his tongue nudging it and stroking it softly at first to see how you reacted. Little groans and grinding upward made him smirk, you could practically feel it against your pelvis.

"Be careful, that's sensitive." You whined softly when he nudged it a few more times, making your hips rock with him.

He grunted quietly before bringing his lips higher up and kissing your belly instead. It was almost a relief not to have him focus so much there, knowing how quickly you'd end up coming if he kept that up. His fingers were still deep inside you and you were getting used to the slow pace. Your hands shifting up to his biceps and squeezing, feeling curiously for the ports where his armor was held to him. With a wiggle you got a hand under you and fidgeted with the closure of your bra, unclipping it and sending it off to the side so the tightness wouldn't pull at your chest or get in the way.

The motion grabbed his attention and his head snapped up, reminding you again of the predator that he was. Your heart beat slammed in your chest and he grunted, shifting up and pulling his fingers out of you so he could grasp your chest. Your breasts were already warm and slightly damp from where he had been sucking on them earlier and you ran your fingers in his hair as he hungrily kissed your skin.

"I don't know what's so interesting about my tits." You murmured, only to moan when Cato pulled on one nipple and twisted it lightly, pinching it softly and rubbing his thumb back and forth across the nub like he was eager to see if milk would come out.

"Like how you sound when I do this." He grunted and continued the somewhat soft kisses.

You had mostly kept your hands in his hair up until now, occasionally touching muscle or guiding his hand when he was too fast. Looking down between you, at the length that stood so impossibly tall between his thighs, you reached down and brushed your fingers across the head.

His reaction was instant, his hips snapping forward and hand gripping harder. Yelping in pain, you grit your teeth, looking up at him. Cato looked lost for a moment and then worried as he stared at your poor abused breast. He kissed it softly, apologetically, something you'd never expected from him. His tongue stroked the soft flesh and you pushed him up with one hand to make sure he didn't accidentally hurt you as you guided your palm across his cock.

His thighs were shaking as he pushed his weight down into your grip, hips pumping a slow rhythm with you. Looking up at him, you saw that his jaw had dropped and his eyes rolled back. Your hand shifted a bit to hold him firmly, fingers flexing in a delicate wave that worked him from base upwards in a slow stroke and he grit his teeth, his breath coming fast.

"Yes, yes, that's what I need." He gasped then and you froze up as he turned his gaze on you.

His eyes darted from your breasts to your mouth and then low to your cunt and you felt yourself clenching up in response. Nervous or excited, you weren't quite sure which was stronger as he rocked his hips and pushed his cock close to your sex. He wasn't even using his hand to guide it in, just doing his best to hold himself still above you and nudge it a little at a time. He licked his lips and groaned as your fingers squeezed his cock.

"Let go." He ordered, one hand coming down to grip your thigh, holding it up and holding you open.

"Sir—"

"Let go." His voice was more like a growl this time and you froze up, fingers shaking as you did as you were told.

His jaw trembled a bit as he continued to nudge inwards a little at a time. The fat head of his cock pushing up across your cunt and finding the wetness he'd created when he fingered you. You could see that acknowledgement in his eyes as the tip pressed in a little at a time. He made you wet, he made you like this and you were his. You weren't sure at first when he adjusted how he sat and started the slow press, your brow furrowed as you looked up at him. He was a giant, felt like a monster inside you. Like a meteor come to life.

And like a meteor, you felt yourself being pulled along as he descended, his hips moving automatically and teeth gritting as he pumped in and made himself at home inside you. The stretch was more than you were ever used to, more than you could handle and you held onto his arms as he continued to shove himself in with small measured pumps. He held onto you with one hand on your hip and one on your thigh and looked down on you, his breath coming faster.

"Do you need to be wetter?" He questioned.

"Uh… uh huh." You nodded quickly and whimpered when he pulled out, leaving you open and empty.

You could see his hand shaking as he spit into it. Quick slick that gathered in his palm and he hurriedly slathered on himself. He looked like he wanted to rush back right away but hesitated, adding more spit before yanking you in closer and bending himself over you as he pushed in.

You couldn't help but groan, then whimper as he continued to stretch you and your leg shook, curling around his waist when he was close enough. You could hear a soft curse coming from him and his weight came down, arm braced on one side of you while the other stayed on your thigh so he could move you how he needed. He was fucking into you at a pace that was too slow for him and it showed in how he panted and bared his teeth, impatient for you to loosen up around his cock. His weight came down in each slow, steady thrust and he rested his head against the mattress next to yours. His breath quick in your ear and his voice low as he tried to get as close to you as both your bodies could allow.

There was a soft whine in the back of his throat and you reached up to feel along the steel like strength of his shoulders. Felt the minute twitch of muscles when he shifted his weight to make sure he wasn't putting all his weight on you, but you could still feel yourself coming apart at the seams, pushed to your limits and thighs burning to hold him. A flurry of panic clenched in your gut when he started to murmur the word 'mine' to you, quiet grunts that got louder the more he continued. A panic that receded when you looked up at him and saw his jaw dropped down and eyes rolled back.

The bed was more than big enough for you both, but he was curled tightly close to you, his thrusts a bit awkward as he tried to simply get in deep without thinking more of it. He was like an animal, rutting and whining, begging under his breath and demanding for more when he managed to get his knees under him to make the thrusts longer and firmer. You could already feel the bruises starting and groaned, digging your nails into his shoulders and moving with him slowly, your body protesting the movements at first.

"Slow.. down." You hissed, rather surprised when he did so, his eyes turning to you even as he continued the less harried pace. Feeling the more subdued drag of his cock inside you, your head fell back and you sighed, nodding. "Like that. I'm not going anywhere."

You felt him move inside of you, gasping as he adjusted so he could put both hands on the mattress now, pushing down with each thrust at first until you winced and he adjusted the angle. His fingers gripped the sheets and pulled, and you could hear the popping of seams. Drawing your hands up from his shoulders to his neck, you pulled yourself up and kissed him, somewhat awkward as you tried to show him how to restrain himself and he kept overwhelming you. His voice was a tumble of rocks, a low build up of sound that reverberated in your chest and worked down into your stomach from how close you were. Each curl of his hips making you arch off the bed and your hips ached, he kept kissing you like he couldn't get enough. This close to him you could see his lip curl as he sped up little by little and you hung onto him, your body almost bouncing off the bed from the force he was putting into it.

Each beat of your heart made you rise a little closer to him, the pleasure pushing away the sensation of it being too much and your cunt squeezing down on him eagerly. The first notes of need in you being answered by his own heated harmony and he buried his face against your neck, snarling your name as he struggled to move a hand down and grab you by the waist, yanking you into each thrust. You could feel the ripple of the head of his cock moving deeper inside you and whined as he came closer, your soft curves rocking against his hard muscles, the sweat on his body barely there for a moment before dissipating in his own heat. He huffed as he rushed his hips forward, his voice a jagged sound of need that might have been your name.

You hissed as he rocked forward firmly, you could practically feel his length moving from the base to the tip when he released inside you. The heat warming you from the inside, your belly starting to swell from the sheer amount he'd loosed inside you. Looking down, your eyes widened and he groaned, his movements slowing slightly. But his hips didn't stop rocking, like he was still trying to chase that high and he still had energy to burn. A gasp pulled from you as he licked your shoulder and up your neck. Astartes had so much energy and you had no idea just what their sex drive was like. Or at least you didn't before tonight.

Taking his hand, you led it down between your thighs, looking up at him as you guided his thumb to your clit and showed him how much pressure to use, wincing when it was too much and whispering for him to pull back. Cato licked his lips, sitting back so your hips were raised up in his lap as he continued his slow movements. His eyes dark as he watched you in fascination. His thumb moving with a gentle precision that slowed down almost too soon. You looked up and tried to see just where he was staring at you, following the line of his eyes to the bruises that were forming on your hips where he'd grabbed you earlier.

"You can't use too much pressure." You whispered, reaching up to touch his cheek, feeling him lean down into you to accept the softness. "You can do it. You're the best, right?"

Nervousness flickered in your chest when he bared his teeth, but it was only a wicked smile he gave you. He kissed from your lips up to your forehead, his thumb brushing softly, like he was strumming a harp and you were giving him the most beautiful sounds. Between his hushed huffing and your quiet moans was the wet sound of his cock stretching you wide open and you kept your hand over his, squeezing occasionally as your hips twitched upwards involuntarily. Your vision filled with him as he looked down at you in satisfaction and a need to learn every part of you, pulling you to a lazy peak and kissing you as your cunt squeezed him.

"Are you still hot?" You groaned, unable to tell the difference between the heat in both of your bodies.

"Not as much. It's better now." Cato grumbled, slowly grinding his hips against you.

"Promise you'll see the medicae after?"

"When I'm done." He shook his head, his eyes dark, his fingers clever and light against your skin.

You supposed it could wait a little longer.

[tr1cked]

i know a lot of people say graphics & formatting don't matter ... but i feel like to a lot of people they do and it makes me really ... like depressed about writing sometimes.

[mun-in-rain]

Thinking about Wriothesley taking me on all fours, big and burly hands grabbing the fat of my love handles, kneading the pudgy, plump swell of my ass as he fucks his big veiny cock into my soaking wet cunt with the loudest, shameless and rhythmic wet plap plap. He's too focused on fucking my brains out, just staring down, mesmerised at how his thick cock rips my tiny pussy lips apart, stretching them taut over his massive girth and leaving behind dregs of white. Im so tight it almost hurts but it feels so deliciously full that I'm thinking it must take a lot of strength to keep pumping himself so deep inside me. His calloused palms land spank after hard spank over my sore and reddening ass cheeks as he grunts in approval. One of his arms haul me up and back against his chest with his fingers wrapping around my throat as his teeth sink into my neck and shoulders, marking me, claiming me, owning me. His other hand gropes my bouncing tits, tweaking my hard and swollen nipples, so sensitive from when his mouth ravaged them previously. I want him to fuck me, choke me, spank me, bite me, bruise me, use me, breed me, destroy me and build me back up. His swollen cock head slams over and over against my sweet spot, cramming me full and bullying my cervix and I'm cumming so hard spraying my juices all over his pulsing cock and balls and then he's moaning and groaning and cumming inside me, painting my insides creamy white with his thick seed and he just keeps cumming and cumming and cumming. So much of his cum I can only keep plugged inside me as it oozes out of my squelching and abused hole. I can barely breathe, his chokehold getting addictive. His cock doesn't soften, he's pumping again. Slowly at first as we both shiver from the overstimulation but again hes practically pounding me again. And once again I am his helpless little cumslut and I don't want him to stop.

[batink]

Rp blog ask game - Mun/Mod edition!

Leave this in the mun/mod's inbox and they'll answer questions about the muse(s) of their blog!

🔪 - How good are your muse's cooking skills?

📝 - Was your muse created for this fandom you're roleplaying in? If not, what was their original media of origin?

🎧 - Tell us a song that reminds you of your muse

🧣 - A fun fact about your muse's design

🎉 - When is your muse's birthday/What's your headcanon date of muse's birthday?

👏 - How are their hands like? (Are they cold or hot? Are they dry or sweaty? Do they have scars of them? Why?)

🏳️ - What's their nationality?/Headcanon about their nationality

🩸 - Has your muse ever killed or harmed someone?

🍓 - Do they have any food allergy/do you headcanon them with any allergy?

🍿 - What is their favourite movie?

✒️ - What inspired you to create your muse/What inspired you to make a blog for your muse?

💬 - How many languages does your muse speak?

Specify for multi-muses blogs!

[stray-kaz]

To Spar or Not to Spar : a So Mun x f!reader oneshot

Summary: Nobody wants reader and Mun to spar together, because they always end up making out in the ring.

A/N: Some suggestive stuff, but nothing explicit.

"Want to train with me?"

You looked up from your book to see Jeok-bong standing over you, eager eyes fixed on your face. Over to your left, you heard Ha-na snicker quietly to herself. You smiled, but shook your head.

"No, thanks, Jeok-bong. It's a little too easy. There's no real fight. I'm waiting for someone a bit harder to beat before I step into the ring."

His shoulders sank a little, then he jerked forward as a familiar hand slapped him on the back and Mun stepped around him, smiling down at you.

"I'm harder to beat" he announced cheerfully.

Ha-na groaned loudly.

"No! You're not harder to beat, you're just hard" she groused.

Mun's mouth dropped open and he stared at her. She glowered back, then returned her attention to Jeok-bong.

"These two should never be left alone in the ring to train. Never, you hear me? It's a health risk to everyone else."

Jeok-bong blinked at her, confused.

"Why?"

You stood up, leaving your book behind on the seat, and leaned into Mun, wrapping your arms around his waist. You rubbed your cheek against the softness of his hoodie and he slid a hand up to the back of your head.

"I have no idea" you mumbled, hiding your smile.

Ha-na sighed heavily.

"Because they never stop at just training" she said pointedly. "They get up in each other's space and suddenly, you can't tell where he ends and she begins. It's gross."

You blushed, but just hugged Mun harder.

"I can't help it that he's so cute" you argued. "I just wanna kiss over his whole -"

"Shut up!" Ha-na ordered abruptly. "I don't want to hear it. Go away, both of you."

Ten minutes later...

The ropes were hard against your back, denting your clothes, your feet planted wide. Now there was no earthly reason for Mun to be standing so close, his body taking advantage of your widely spaced feet to step in between them, incapacitating you with his big brown eyes and faint lingering scent of soap from an earlier shower.

You stared up at him, already breathing hard from the workout, but now breathing even harder, your gaze flicking from his hopeful gaze to his mouth and back up. You sighed and released your grip on the ropes to fist the front of his hoodie instead.

"This is why we get in so much trouble" you mumbled, and yanked him in.

He let out an excited gasp a second before you kissed him, his hands leaving your shoulders to palm at your waist and hips, taking advantage of your loose clothes to slip under the fabric and graze his fingers over your warm skin. You let go of his hoodie to run your hands up his chest and neck to reach his face, keeping him close, not that he had any desire to go anywhere else.

Mun whimpered when you nudged his mouth open, eager for more, but it was the last sound you heard before you were pulled apart, one of Mo-tak's hands squared evenly in the center of each of your chests, holding you firmly away from one another.

"I told you!" he complained, glaring between you. "Hands and mouths to yourselves! You are not teenagers!"

You blinked and bit your bottom lip, the ghost of pressure from Mun's touch lingering still.

"But -" you tried, to no avail.

"No 'buts', kiddos! Go to your rooms and think about what you've done!"

You glanced sheepishly at Mun before spinning away from Mo-tak's hand and ducking out beneath the ropes. As you walked past Jeok-bong, you saw that his face was bright red. Apparently he had witnessed the whole thing.

A few days later, Ms. Chu stumbled across the two of you laid out in the middle of the training ring, one of your legs tangled with Mun's. Your eyes were hazy and barely seeing, your hands lost in his curls as he worked his lips and teeth over your neck, one of his hands lost under your t-shirt. He was trying to get you to make that sound again, that lovely sound that tightened his stomach something fierce, when...

Ms. Chu clapped loudly and yelled.

"Hey! That is enough!"

Mun flailed away from you with a yelp and sat up, legs spread akimbo. You scrambled to follow suit, panting. She looked furious.

"This is a community space, you two! If you want somewhere to do...that...find a hotel!"

You were blushing firetruck red, twisting to hide your burning face against Mun's shoulder, still trembling a little from his earlier attention.

"...sorry" you said quietly, gingerly.

Ms. Chu snorted and stormed away.

Another week passed and Jang-mul walked into the hideout to find you in shorts and a sports bra, pinned to the mat by Mun, shirtless and sweating, arching into one another, mouths glued, barely separating to breathe.

He sighed, reached into a pocket and threw an electronic card at you. It bounced off Mun's bare shoulder, and it startled him just enough to pull away, glancing up. He spotted the card and grabbed for it.

"What's this?" he asked, confused and breathing heavily.

"A key card for a hotel room. Get out of here, you rabbits."

Mun pulled his t-shirt back on, and his hoodie, then helped you into an extra layer before pulling you to your feet with him. You barely had time to mutter a thank you to your benefactor before Mun was running you out the door.

The hotel room was lavish, but Mun didn't pause to notice. Neither did you, to be honest. You had eyes only for him as he closed and locked the door and backed you toward the four poster bed. He took careful hold of your hips and brushed his lips over your cheek.

"Now" he murmured. "Where were we?"

Tagging: @writingmysanity

[eistanz]

introducing Arséne 𝐑𝐨𝐮𝐬𝐬𝐞𝐚𝐮, an independent , 21+ only , fandomless , selective & private original character.

❀ 26 years old Arséne, a professional figure skater from paris, france who fulfilled his dreams by becoming a world champion in figure skating.

𝐄𝐗𝐏𝐋𝐎𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐌𝐄𝐒 𝐎𝐅 : loving the coldness of ice, living in your head most of the time, living a life in the spotlight, standing under pressure, having a supportive family, skipping meals because of the lack of time, painkiller abusing, constantly having anxiety attacks, being the the son of famous parents, being a nepotism baby.

⸻ ☾ he/him, 26 years old, mdni, english & german. ☽

#carrd.¹ #psd.² #carrd template.³ 𝘀͟𝘁͟𝗮͟𝗿͟𝘁͟𝗲͟𝗿͟ ͟𝗰͟𝗮͟𝗹͟𝗹͟. ⁴

[misteria247]

Frank could admit to his supposed flaws. Out of all the neighbors, he was the one who was the most prickly, so to speak. He went with logic rather than feelings and was the polar opposite of his best friend Julie. He could admit that his snippy personality could make him difficult to be around. That it could make him unapproachable to some. Yet he wasn't an unreasonable man or puppet. But at the moment.....

'I'm gonna start killing people.'

The grey puppet thought briefly as he grounded his teeth to not get into an argument. Praying to any deity out there to give him some patience. To spare his last nerve that was on its last leg. Across from him was Barnaby, the large blue dog puppet looking just as annoyed despite his easy-going grin.

"I just don't think it's a good idea exposing us."

The larger male said his tone lazy but firm. Frank took a deep breath, reminding himself that Barnaby was only thinking about the others. Just like himself.

"We can't keep this hidden forever. Sooner or later (Y/N) is gonna find out about us. And I think it'd be wise if we eased them into this rather than spring it on them."

Frank explained, trying to get Barnaby to see what he was saying. Just as he'd been trying to in vain to get him to see for the past two days.

"And what makes you think that we can trust (Y/N)?"

Howdy piped up, ever the question asker as much as a salesman. His eyes were narrowed a bit, staring Frank down. The smaller puppet wasn't phased, but he didn't respond. He didn't know how to convey that just from watching you for these past few weeks, he'd just got this gut feeling that you were trustworthy. Not in a way that was the logical manner that he was known for.

"Because they've been fixing us up! Despite all the bumps and road blocks, (Y/N) has done nothing but put us first! If they're willing to fix us old puppets, then I'm sure they're trustworthy!"

Julie chimed in, speaking Frank's thoughts exactly.

"I mean, look at my dress! My hair! Eddie's mailbag and Poppy's feathers! For goodness sake, they'd cleaned you up Howdy! And they just finished Frank's vest!"

The chipper puppet explained, holding the end of her red dress to show your handy work. The tears and holes that once littered the skirt were now patched up with adorable flower styled patches that were sewed on and ironed on. Some of them looked a bit bad, but they were stable enough to stay in place until you could figure out how to make them look better. Yet it was clear that they were done with care. And you'd gotten quite a few burns and pricks from trying to fix it. Poppy, who'd been quiet, jumped a bit, her feathers looking much better since their arrival to your home.

'Countless hours spent preening and fixing those feathers.'

Frank noted remembering how long it'd taken you to get the worst ones out.

"Julie darling....just because they fixed us doesn't mean that they're trustworthy with this."

Sally replied, sounding like she was exhausted and uninterested. The actor was next to Poppy, looking rather unimpressed with Julie's arguments.

"Now, now, let's not fight, please. This is a discussion, not an argument."

Poppy said, ever, the motherly one, as she sensed the possibility of an argument brewing. Julie, who had opened her mouth to reply, closed it, and Sally just sighed, not commenting.

"Well.....I don't know about you and Ms. Starlet, but I agree with Mr. Frankly and Ms. Joyful. (L/N) has been nothing but thoughtful. I think if we just explained, they'd understand."

Eddie, who hadn't really given his stance, put in. Frank looked at the larger mailman, who was nervous but steady in his words. Not wanting to stare too long, he quickly looked away.

"This could end badly if we tell them, you three realize this, right??"

Howdy asked his tone, judging.

"Howdy is onto something, pal. I'm not saying that (Y/N) is a bad person, but they're not him. Humans aren't always nice."

Barnaby threw in, looking a bit regretful at Julie and Eddie's expressions falling. Poppy and Sally didn't say anything else, but by their expressions, they were taking Barnaby and Howdy's words into consideration. Frank wanted to tear his hair out because he understood where they were coming from. He knew humans sometimes were not kind, especially to people or things who were different. But he couldn't give up. Something within him just couldn't let himself completely agree.

Not after watching you fix and clean them. Not after having you talk to him, always friendly save for when you were tired from work and other things. Not after watching you burn, cut, and prick your fingers and hands so much just to make them look better. Everything you did, it just screamed kindness. He wanted to give you a chance to be eased into this, not be taken by surprise.

You deserved that much, at least.

Frank steeled himself to again argue his, Julie, and Eddie's case on trusting you when a voice spoke up.

"No, they're not him. (Y/N) won't ever be him, but........they have his kindness. They've spoken to us and treated us like living beings. I think.....that they can be trusted."

Wally, who had been silent the entire time, had caused them all to quiet down and look at him. The smaller yellow puppet was calmly sitting on your armchair, a thoughtful expression on his face. Frank could see the others' expressions becoming resigned despite their displeasure. While Julie and Eddie perked up immediately at another one of their group agreeing.

"Wally buddy...."

Barnaby started to say, but Wally looking at him with a head tilt, quietly listening to his best friend, made him stop. The dog puppet just gave a sigh, knowing that Wally wasn't one to put his opinion in unless he was sure. And trying to change his mind was futile.

"I don't like this. You better think of a plan on how to do this, Frank..."

Barnaby said, gaze boring into him. Frank just thinned his mouth, meeting it head on.

"I always have a plan, Barnaby. I'm a bit offended you'd think otherwise."

[dcxdpdabbles]

Hi! I really, really like the stories and prompts you post. I have been wanting to learn how to bookbind. Would it be OK if I bound your stories for personal use? I'd include your user name in the book. I just wanted to ask bc I think it would be fun but I don't want to do it if you don't want me to. Anyways, bye!

and uh, would you be interested in writing a Jason/Roy/Danny story? I don't see much of it out there and it's one of my favorite ships. Uhhhh bye for real now <3

YES! PLEASE BIND A BOOK!! THAT'S SUCH A HONOR TO BE ASKED TO HAVE MY WORK BINDED!!

THANK YOU FOR ASKING. IF YOU DON'T MIND PLEASE SHARE A IMAGE IF WHEN YOUR DONE I LOVE TO SEE IT

I will definitely write you a Dabble with that pairing! I'll work on it as fast as I can, I promise!!

[fandomtrash-16]

do you think they knew each other

[yandereworlds]

╰┈➤ ORIGINAL YANDERE MASTERLIST!

This post has a compiled list of all our original characters. Links with '🖌️' at the end has art attached to it.

Dae-Hyun Introduction 🖌️

Meeting Dae-Hyun’s dad 🖌️

Dae-Hyun’s reaction to a s/o that gives him small trinkets 🖌️

Dae-Hyun headcanons

Shopping with Dae-hyun 🖌️

Dae-Hyun’s reaction to a s/o that plans to move out 🖌️

Dae-Hyun’s childhood 🖌️

Dae-Hyun with a sick/bedridden s/o 🖌️ (ft. Lukas)

It’s been a long day..

Does Dae-Hyun want to marry his s/o? 🖌️

What would happen if Dae-Hyun and Demetrius ran into each other during a "clean up"?🖌️(ft. Demetrius)

What if Dae-Hyun accidentally made his s/o cry?🖌️(ft. Lukas)

What if y/n tries to seem mysterious when first meeting Dae-Hyun? 🖌️

Does Dae-Hyun have any secret fantasies about y/n? 🖌️

Jealous Dae-Hyun 🖌️

What's the worst thing Dae-Hyun would do behind his s/o's back? 🖌️

Dae-hyun with a cheating s/o headcanons 🖌️

Would Dae-Hyun let his s/o pull his hair?🖌️

How would Dae-Hyun react to someone flirting with his s/o?

How would Dae-Hyun react to his s/o giving him affection?

Dae-Hyun's reaction to sharing the same s/o as Lukas🖌️(ft. Lukas)

Dae-Hyun with a chubby s/o🖌️

Lukas Introduction 🖌️

What if you try closing the door on Lukas the first time?🖌️

How would Lukas react to sharing a s/o with Dae-Hyun?🖌️(ft. Dae-Hyun)

Would Lukas get flustered if you stare at him for some time?🖌️

How would Lukas react to a polite darling that turns down his offer?

When did Lukas realize he was obsessed with y/n?

What is Lukas like when he is jealous?

What makes Lukas valuable?

What if y/n has no money?🖌️

How would Lukas react to making his s/o cry?🖌️(ft. Dae-Hyun)

How would Lukas react to a sick/bedridden s/o?🖌️(ft. Dae-Hyun)

What does Lukas usually sell or offer?🖌️

Lukas breaking in to prove y/n needs a security system🖌️

Lukas's brother🖌️

What happens after y/n buys the security system?🖌️

Lukas taking his s/o to the mall🖌️

Demetrius Introduction🖌️

Meeting Demetrius (part 1)🖌️

Meeting Demetrius (part 2)🖌️

What would happen if Demetrius and Dae-hyun ran into each other during a "clean up"?🖌️(ft. Dae-Hun)

How would Demetrius react to y/n short circuiting when first being confronted by him?🖌️

Does Demetrius ever genuinely smile at y/n?🖌️

What are some downtime activities he does with his darling?

What would an outburst look like from Demetrius?🖌️

Is Dr. Laurence aware how handsome he is?🖌️

Dr. Laurence headcanons🖌️

Dr. Laurence finds y/n's clothes 🖌️

What if y/n was a fellow coworker instead of a patient?🖌️

What if you provoke Dr. Laurence?🖌️

Dr. Laurence taking your blood samples 🖌️

Dantae introduction🖌️

Dantae headcanons 🖌️

Dantae with a plus sized s/o🖌️

Dantae with a s/o that's terrible at cooking🖌️

How would Dantae react to a darling that has PTSD involving dogs?🖌️

The yanderes receiving forehead kisses🖌️

How do the yandere's react to a s/o that enjoys sitting in their lap?

The yandere's as dads🖌️

How do the yanderes carry y/n?🖌️

What would the yandere's be as mythical creatures?🖌️

Y/n returning home to the yanderes after a tired day at work🖌️

The yanderes reaction to a s/o that can break a melon🖌️

Do the yandere's want children?🖌️

Voice headcanons🖌️

How do the yandere's react to a s/o that brings home an old cat/dog?🖌️

Fun drawings of the yandere boys🖌️

[lovingthewildlife]

Growing bold

Reader x Sanguinius (NSFW)

(more or less a continuation of the first little short with the anxious reader as Sanguinius' paramour.)

The more time you spent together, the more he noticed that you would relax in his presence. When he had multiple days in a row that he could stay by your side, he did, and that seemed to help all the more.

It was all in the little things. Where before your attire covered you entirely, now he was permitted to glimpse sections of bare skin like your ankle when your skirts fluttered a bit high or the slope of your shoulder when you chose to forgo the comfortable shrug you often wore.

He had seen you naked in bed, of course. He had felt your bare body sliding against his own when the two of you drifted off to sleep. But there was something altogether different about these simple flashes of skin that had him riveted and he could not pull his eyes away. You had caught him staring more than once and he appeared almost sheepish, but under that was the longing.

And any time you gave those tiny flashes of skin, he would wait patiently for you. Before bed he would let you settle yourself in first and then he would purposefully spend extra time combing his hair and fixing his wings before bed. And then..? He waited at the bedside for you to indicate if you wanted him.

And each night that you held off he would bow his head in understanding. Smile and slide under the covers and offer you his arms and protection. He was afraid to tell you how beautiful you looked, afraid it would prompt you to pull away. But he didn't need to say it when you could see it so clear in his eyes.

So after so many nights, you decided to move forward a bit more. When he wrapped you in his arms you rested your hands on his chest and looked up at him.

"I want to do more. Will you lay back for me?"

Sanguinius looked almost startled but he was moving as soon as you made the request. His wings stretched behind him and he glanced at the pillows before laying on his back. On his wings, while you watched him offer himself in a manor as close to non threatening as he could. He didn't seem to know what to do with his hands at first, but then he fisted them in the bedsheets, looking at you like you spoke the world into being.

Climbing onto his lap, you reached down to touch his half hard length. It was just as beautiful as the rest of him. The thickness twitched against your palm as you stroked him tenderly, looking up to watch his expression. He was holding his breath as you kept your hand at a slow pace. His full lips parted and uttering the most quiet intonation of your name that was close to a prayer.

Your heart jumped a bit as you watched him, keeping your hands steady and adjusting yourself so your thighs would fall open and you could nestle your sex against the root of him. Your clit gently caressing his soft skin and hard muscle as your hips rolled.

He whimpered then, as you took him in both hands and pumped slowly. Grinded your cunt on his length and listened to his quiet begging as you grew wetter for him. He was holding the sheets with a death grip now and you paused so you could stroke his chest instead. Kiss the broad expanse of his pectorals and listen to him beg quietly.

"My love." His words were stuttered and you looked up into his eyes.

Looking him in the eyes, you started the slow grind once more. Kept one hand on his tip to smear the pre-cum as the other hand jerked him. His voice broke and you felt your own heart jump as his eyes rolled. You expected him to beg to be allowed to put in just the tip, something a lot of men did with their partners, if rumors and bawdy stories were true.

"Please my love." He whimpered and his cock jumped in your hand when your fingers squeezed. "Please let me watch you cum."

He was always so soft spoken with you. Even now his voice was quiet. But you'd never heard him use that language. Then again, you'd never done this to him before.

Holding his cock against you, you absently swiveled your hips and warmed your body with his heated length. Holding his cock close, you began to rut against it. His eyes were alight as he watched you, unable to test his eyes away from you. Watching the bounce of your breasts one moment, then staring at your lips like he wanted to steal all your kisses.

He had waited so patiently. Still was. You could feel the tension vibrating in him and you wondered how long you could ask him to hold off cumming. It was a salacious thought. Utterly sacreligious, honestly. But it made you wetter when you saw the beads of tears in his eyes as he continued to do his best to hold off.

Holding his beautiful cock close, you bounced and grinded on him. Gasped softly as your wetness began to make a lewd noise where your bodies rutted against one another.

"Please." He begged and his hips jerked briefly until you pushed him down again.

Whimpering, you used his body like the world's most beautiful toy and shuddered as your core fluttered around nothing. Your body knowing keenly what it could have if you dared to be bolder. Looking up at Sanguinius, you smiled and then gasped when his cock jerked in your hands and a jet of his warm creamy seed painted your chest and belly.

He looked embarrassed and you heard a softly moaned apology. Perhaps he had thought you would tell him when to cum?

Smiling, you continued to stroke him and closed your eyes when another spurt of his essence landed on your face.

"Thank you, my love." You murmured as you continued to milk him to the last dredges of his cum. Rewarding him with words as well as the sight of you covered in his cum.

[filialdisciple]

Hi, Tin! I love your writing and I have a prompt for you, if you are interested) what if Tang family is too afraid of Tang Bo leaving permanently and eloping with Cheong Myeong? So they initiate marriage negotiations with Mount Hua. It can be angst (CM is socially isolated and insecure about his position) or romantic comedy (awkward situations and protective Cheong Mun), up to you). Thank you in advance!

It was a well-established fact that the Dark Saint of the Tang Family was one of their generation's best.

So it came as no surprise when an influx of marriage proposals flooded their family's estate—because rumors started flying around that the Dark Saint was in search of a partner.

The Dark Saint held a reputation for being cold and ruthless. To cultivators and martial artists, he was someone they feared making into an enemy due to his sheer battle prowess and poisonous abilities. To normal civilians, he was a genius who wielded the Tang Family's techniques with cool precision and intent; to them, he was just another mysterious cultivator that they would only ever know of through gossip and stories.

However, in recent years, something shifted. His reputation among common folk was slowly altered. It started off with a supposed battle between him and the Plum Blossom Sword Saint which turned into a sudden and unexpected friendship.

Whereas in the past the Dark Saint would only go around Sichuan and closeby villages, he was now found going around different major cities and unknown ones.

He was often in the company of Mount Hua's Plum Blossom Sword Saint, who worked with him side-by-side to eradicate groups from the Demonic Cult and the occasional bandits and thieves.

For supposed Taoists, the two visited different establishments to drink alcohol and talk cheerily. It was during one of these moments that the first rumor began its spark.

"Ahhhh," The Plum Blossom Sword Saint groans in satisfaction. "That sure hits the spot!"

The Dark Saint chuckles as he tosses back his own drink. "If only I could enjoy everyday like this. Alcohol really is the best."

"What would your future wife think?" The Plum Blossom Sword Saint jokingly and dramatically shakes his head in disappointment. "To have a husband who loves alcohol more than his own wife...!"

The Dark Saint wiggles his eyebrows suggestively. "Trust me, I would make sure that my wife knows full-well just how much I love them."

The two of them share a silent, private conversation with just their eyes alone, that none of the other restaurant's customers could decipher, before they leave a generous tip and went on their way.

It snowballs from there.

All of a sudden gossip went around about the Dark Saint's interest in finding a wife. And so several people came to the same conclusion.

The reason why the Dark Saint is travelling around more than usual is because he's looking for a prospective wife.

Clearly, the Plum Blossom Sword Saint was there to provide moral support. How truly admirable and strong their brotherhood must be!

On the other hand, the head of the Tang Family was fully aware of their Dark Saint's single-minded interest in Mount Hua's Chung Myung.

Seeing all the stacks of letters that ranged from proposing strategic alliances and general marriage offers brought the current head of the Tang Family to a very different conclusion.

Tang Bo was trying to slowly draw himself away from their family by leaving their estate. He might be on the hunt, jumping from village to village, trying to create a dowry befitting for the hand of the Plum Blossom Sword Saint and scouting out all the best locations to settle down in.

It really wouldn't be too surprising of an idea if one day a letter turns up from the man with an intent of permanently moving to Mount Hua or some backwater village.

The Tang Family head shakes the thought of losing one of their best and genius members to one of the Ten Great Sects. If he wanted to maintain their family's reputation, he'll need to strike the first move.

And so he begins to pen a decisive letter to the Sect Leader of Mount Hua.

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Chung Mun's hands tremble as reads the letter sent to him by the Tang Family.

'Who did they think they were?' He would have bit out if he had any less self-restraint. The paper crumples in his grip and he receives a questioning glance from Chung Myung who was sprawled eating mooncakes on the opposite side of his desk.

"What's got you so worked up?" The subject of the letter askswithout a care.

Chung Mun takes a deep breath. "The Tang Family wishes for you to transfer into their estate."

He refuses to say out loud the marriage proposal that came along with this request. His Chung Myung was too young! The man might be a sixty years old, but that round face, cheeks carelessly bulging with mooncakes with crumbs littered on his chin, screamed too young for marriage!

"Oh." Chung Myung nods in understanding.

Chung Mun is glad that Chung Myung agrees that this was nonsensical. To think, they thought that Chung Myung would even leave Mount Hua for—

"After the war is over, Tang Bo and I were planning to be roommates and travel the world a bit."

—?????

"Roommates?" Chung Mun's voices comes out slightly strangled.

"Yup. It's going to be great."

"No."

"'No'?"

Chung Mun tries to run through his previous conversations with Tang Bo. He knew that the man was capable of being underhanded, but he was also well-aware that Tang Bo respected him enough to not blind-side him with something like this. Especially since it concerned Chung Myung.

...

...Oh no.

"Fuck." Chung Mun says, full of feeling as he recalls Tang Bo off-handedly asking permission to live together with Chung Myung in the future.

"...Sect Leader?"

Chung Mun had thought that was a joke! He thought Tang Bo wasn't being serious! They were talking with alcohol in their systems!

The alarmed look that crosses Chung Myung's face informed Chung Mun that the way he felt his blood drain from his face was a visible, physical reaction.

"He asked for your hand in marriage." Chung Mun says faintly. "I said yes."

Chung Myung blinked at him. "Yeah? He told me?"

Okay. Tang Bo, to his credit, hasn't been leaving Chung Myung in the dark at least.

If Chung Myung knows and isn't reacting violently that means that he isn't completely against this. Even if Chung Mun was, he had to reorganize his priorties.

And his number one would be to make sure Chung Myung was happy.

((And to make sure that the Tang Family doesn't think they can step on Chung Mun and pull his little brother away.))

"I'll have to recheck the sect's budget and my own savings to make sure we have enough for the wedding preparations..." Chung Mun mutters as he begins drafting a response to the Tang Family with what he thought were better marriage agreement conditions.

But then, a flash of dread causes Chung Mun to pause writing and leave a dark ink blot on the paper. He suspected, but he really wishes that he was wrong—!

"Huh?" Chung Myung gives Chung Mun a confused look. "We already got married though?"