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rafeandonlyrafe · 5 months ago

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reflective

words: 900

warnings: 18+ only, smut, p in v sex, tattoed!reader, mirror sex, doggystyle, unprotected sex

rafe faces you towards the mirror, a smirk on his features that you can see in the reflection. you played the long game, teased him and flirted until he was desperate to get you in his bed.

“can't wait to see you…” rafe huffs out, hands moving down from your waist to grip your ass, shoving your skirt up to reveal you're not wearing anything underneath.

“dirty girl.” rafe chuckles, fingers plunging down to swipe through your folds, feeling the rush of wetness at your core.

“fuck me already.” you pant. you would like his fingers or even his mouth at any other time, but you just need him.

“shit, yeah i will.” rafe tugs his shirt off, tossing it aside before working to undo the button on his pants.

you take him pulling off his pants as an opportunity to push yourself up onto your knees and tug your shirt off, undoing your bra next.

you get back into position, watching rafe behind you in the mirror as you let your bra fall down your shoulders, revealing your bare tits.

“shit, you're hot.” rafe groans, aligning himself behind you. his eyes move from yours in the mirror to the back of your head, eyes following your spine down when he notices the tattoo inked into your skin.

“what's this?” he questions, finger swirling around the mix of stars and butterflies along your back.

“you like it?” you smirk, shaking your ass to draw rafes eyes lower to your bum.

“i like everything about having you naked.” rafe leans down to press a kiss to your spine, directly on the center butterfly.

he makes eye contact with you in the mirror again, wanting to watch your face as his hips push forward, burying his cock into your cunt in one smooth motion.

your mouth drops open into a moan, the muscles on your back flexing to look like the butterfly has come alive.

“oh my god, that feels so good.” you moan out, rafe thankfully giving you a moment to adjust to his length, cock seated fully inside of you.

you breathe deeply, allowing your body to relax as much as you can in your kneeling position, hands pressing down into the mattress.

rafe can't decide what to look at as he begins to thrust, hips pumping forward as his eyes switch from your face in the mirror, to your swinging tits, to your back tattoo swirling around down to your ass.

rafe can't help himself, forceful thrusts pushing you forward as you fall to your elbows, his intensity not at all shocking you based on his reputation.

“you like my tattoo so much, you ever thought of getting one of your own?” you ask, eyes struggling to stay open and not clench closed in pleasure.

“nah, looks good on you though.” rafe bends forward, pressing his chest into your back as he whispers in your ear. “real sexy.”

you turn your head to connect your lips, mouth easily being dominated as rafe continues to thrust, pushing hard to get you to moan, using the opportunity of your mouth dropping open to press his tongue inside, tasting you.

“delicious.” rafe moans, licking his lips to get every remnant of you smeared across his tongue.

“you should taste more of me.” the corner of your mouth quirks up, meaning it to just be teasing words, but rafe quickly hums in agreement, wrapping his arm around you and swiping his fingers through your folds, gathering your wetness onto his fingertips.

you watch in the reflection as he draws his hand to his mouth, somehow able to focus enough to keep fucking into you, his tongue darting out to lick around his fingers, smearing your slick all over his tongue.

“need to fuck you too bad right now, but next time-” rafe gives you a pointed look, clearly telling you there will be a next time. “i want you sitting on my face.”

your cheeks heat red at the thought of grinding your pussy down onto his awaiting mouth.

rafe can only keep his hand away from your cunt for so long, returning to rubbing your clit, watching the way your face contorts in pleasure.

“m-more.” you whine. “harder, please.”

“harder?” rafe shakes his head. “you little slut.”

rafe catches you rolling your eyes in the reflection and doubles down on his thrusts, pushing as fast and deep as he can, determined to make you cum.

“close.” you warn, but rafe can tell from the way your pussy is squeezing tightly around him, clenching and pulsing around his cock as it spears into you.

“fuck, me too baby.” rafe groans, his head falling back, neck muscles on display all the way down to the v line before it disappears into you.

your eyes drink in every inch of him. every beautiful, gleaming inch as he exerts himself to get you off, a slight sheen of sweat over his body.

“fuck!” you squeal as rafe toys with your clit, giving it a pinch that sends you over the edge, screams ripping from your throat.

“shit, baby.” rafe moves his hands to hold your hips still, fucking you through your orgasm as he pounds into your ass, pulling you back onto his cock as he cums buried as deep as possible inside you as possible.

the second you feel him stop releasing, you can no longer hold yourself up on shaking arms as you flop onto your stomach, rafe not far after you as he lays on the bed to the side of you.

“never thought a back tattoo could be so… cute and delicate.” rafe chuckles, fingertips dusting down your spine as you both breathe heavily.

“‘m not delicate.” you argue back. “i can handle it.”

“oh baby, i know.” rafe laughs. “you just did.”

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uhohdad · 5 months ago

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Would you ever write anything with a plus size reader? Maybe she’s (or they, can be gn idc!) really insecure but they hide it behind jokes and Konig sees right through it because he does the same

Cut to him always giving them compliments and making sure they stay fed and throwing them over his shoulder like they weigh nothing (usually in front of people cause he likes to embarrass and humiliate reader cause he is still kinda a jerk /affectionate/)

Can be nsfw or whatever you want, I’m not good at plot lol so Idk I just need him to treat me like I’m a teeny lil thing (cause let’s be real he really is a mountain lol)

König x PlusSized!Reader

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He’s getting tired of this nasty habit, liebling.

Everyday before your shower, you’ll stand in the mirror, honing in on that gorgeous, perfect body, digging for any little thing to critique.

“You better be thinking nice thoughts in there, little one.”

You just let out a groan, too far sunk into the spiral of self-hatred to claw yourself back out.

König rises from his spot on the bed a greets you with disapproving, half-lidded eyes in the mirror.

“What is it this time?”

“Tummy. Thighs. Chest.”

“Ach, you mean the best parts?”

You answer with an annoyed hum.

Konig will place his big, sturdy hands on your bare hips from behind, leaning down to plant a soft kiss on your shoulder.

The gentle peck distracts you from the strong arms scooping you up, a squeak leaving you as he sweeps you off your feet in one swift motion, ripping away your view of yourself in the mirror.

“König!”

“What?” He draws, carrying you from the bathroom to the bedroom.

“Put me down!” You say through a giggle, kicking your feet in his restraint.

“Hold on, I just have to get my curls in.”

He holds you horizontally across those strong arms, muscles tensing as he lifts and lowers you while you giggle all the way.

“I’m too heavy for this!”

“Barely a warm-up, liebling.”

He effortlessly tosses you onto the bed with a bounce, crawling over top you before you can even finish your squeal.

He showers kisses all over your bare tummy, his stubble sanding against plush, soft skin. Trailing his slobbering kisses up to your chest, giving your perfect breasts plenty of love. Your thighs would be last, showering you with pecks and even licking slow stripes across the flesh.

“König!”

“What?”

He’ll feign innocence, but that cocky smirk on his face betrays him.

“It’s too bad you can’t see what I see.”

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strangererotica · 3 months ago

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EXPLICIT CONTENT | MINORS DNI

Cooper Adams x Reader • Includes themes of violence, murder, blood is mentioned often, period sex, infidelity, oral sex (m&f receiving) Reader and Cooper are both certified freaks seven days a week

You’d suspected for awhile.

You’d wondered even longer.

The question you’d wanted to ask Cooper had sat silent on your tongue so long, you’d have sworn you could taste it by now.

Even still, no amount of wondering could have prepared you for this moment: standing face to blood-streaked face with the man you loved, the question on your tongue quietly dying as it no longer needed answering-

Cooper Adams, your boyfriend, was The Butcher…

He stood still, lingering in the doorway, the one at the back of the house. Cooper had brought you here a couple of times, to smoke and fuck; and each time, he’d always brought you through that door, the one less likely to draw attention from neighbors. The house was isolated, but not completely. With Cooper being a married man, you’d understood his concerns and hadn’t objected to being brought in through the back of the house. Now however, it was obvious that he used the back door to conceal a much darker secret than his infidelity.

His left eye twitched, lips forced into a placating smile that chilled you to your core. “(Y/N)?” Cooper began, his voice wavering. “What are you doing here?” You swallowed as cracks in Cooper’s fake smile began to reveal themselves. Heavy rain pelted the ground behind him, lightning briefly illuminating his silhouette, tall and intimidating. He tightened his grip on the duffel bag slung over his shoulder; the sudden movement made you flinch, which Cooper found amusing.

Blood caked his jeans and the plaid flannel button-down he wore. His hair was tossed to the sides of his face, except for a few strands that seemed to be matted against his forehead with sweat. Cooper’s jaw was tight, the muscles in his neck flexing as he chewed the inside of his mouth, thinking. He’d have to get rid of you now, and that upset him. Cooper had enjoyed you, and not just fucking you. He’d grown fond of your dark sense of humor and the way both your mind and his seemed to play well with each other.

If he was being totally honest with himself, Cooper could even admit that he loved you. He’d confided in you, shared secrets of his past, his traumatic upbringing, the way he’d never been accepted by his mother or anyone else for that matter, until meeting his wife. And later, meeting you.

Your histories and minds were similar, in so many ways. Unfortunately, you’d proven yourself too clever for your own good…too clever to keep alive.

Cooper sighed, his insincere smile returning. “This is going to hurt,” he said, nodding for emphasis. “I mean that, (Y/N).” He took a step toward you; you shifted backward. “And I’m not even talking about the pain,” he continued. “Not the kind you’ll feel…” Cooper removed something from the bag, his eyes fixed on yours. It took you a second to identify the knife in his hand; it was so caked with partially-dried blood, you could barely make out what it was.

“…I’m talking about the pain I’ll feel,” Cooper continued, bringing the soiled knife to rest against his chest. “Here…in my heart.” He kicked his heel against the door, closing it behind him with a loud thud. You jumped, recoiling at the sound. Cooper held his hands tensed at his sides, the knife tucked under his right thumb. “I don’t want to lose you,” he said, taking another step closer. You didn’t back away this time; your mind was racing for a solution, for a way to make Cooper understand that killing you wasn’t necessary.

“Then don’t,” you told him, trying to sound brave. You hoped he couldn’t see you trembling, couldn’t hear the plea in your next words even as you tried to suppress it: “Don’t kill me, Cooper…”

His expression was bittersweet, a resigned sigh leaving his chest. “They all say that,” Cooper told you, his voice eerily calm. “None of them want to die, (Y/N). They all beg me not to kill them.” He changed his voice to a slightly higher pitch, imitating his victims. “ ‘Don’t kill me, please…I’ll do anything, please…Just let me go, I won’t tell anyone’ .” Cooper’s free hand shot out and grabbed you by the wrist, tugging you into him, erasing the remaining space between you. “What makes you think you’re any different from the rest of the people I’ve murdered?” he glared down at you.

A tear rolled down your cheek, so hot it burned. “I’m different because I love you, Cooper,” you told him. And you meant it. His grip on your wrist softened immediately, the tension in his jaw easing. “I don’t care that you’re The Butcher, or whatever stupid nickname they’ve given you,” you continued. “I accept you. Cooper, I love you.” A few seconds passed in silence. “Have any of the others ever said that?”

Cooper’s eyebrows were drawn together in concentration as he wrestled with the conflicting messages inside him. One said to protect himself by ending your life. The second option was much more tempting for Cooper, to grant you the mercy of life, a privilege which he alone now held.

Cooper pressed his lips to the top of your head, his knife ghosting your cheek as he used the hand that held it to stroke your hair. His breath was heavy, his chest rumbling against your cheek as he spoke. “What am I going to do with you?” Cooper asked. It wasn’t a question at all, not really. You lifted your chin, eyes fixed on Cooper’s, tilting your head so the blade in his hand was deliberately primed against your throat. An offering up, not of surrender, but of submission. He’d seen his share of tears, heard more than enough screams to fill his ears a lifetime; but the way your resistance melted in front of him touched something in Cooper that hadn’t been touched in a long time, if ever. Faced with the darkest part of his soul, you still accepted him.

You placed a hand tentatively on Cooper’s forearm, where the sleeves of his shirt were rolled to his elbows. While his hands were clean from wearing gloves, Cooper’s forearms were spattered with blood, a viscous crimson syrup drying in the tufts of hair lining his skin. He repeated his question, a huskier, seductive tone making his meaning crystal clear: “…what am I going to do with you?”

Cooper released his grip on the knife. It fell to the floor with a clatter, as lightning lit up the room, thunder rumbling close by. He was bent forward slightly so your foreheads could touch, his eyes drifting closed as you smoothed your hands across his broad shoulders. Warm breath dusted your neck as Cooper’s kiss traveled down the slope of your shoulder, his big hands securing you in place at the small of your back. The energy between you was electric, buzzing like an alarm whose warning you refused to heed. You were in too deep, now. With Cooper, you always had been.

He began to work the buttons of his flannel undone, as you went down to your knees. You looked up at Cooper from between his feet, his heavy boots caked with mud and grass from the storm outside. Lightning struck very close to the house; the lights flickered as thunder bellowed from above. And then, the room went dark, moonlight alone providing any visual for the two of you.

Cooper was unaffected by the loss of electricity. He folded his shirt and set it aside, hands moving to undo his belt and jeans. Your eyes had adjusted to the darkness quickly; you were able to make out the image of Cooper, his hulking frame towering over yours, stray strands of hair fallen forward as he watched you at his feet. You were on your knees in front of The Butcher himself, and it felt…exhilarating. Rather than making a plea for your life, your tongue was gently pleading for his sex, padding thick and wet against the outline of Cooper’s erection.

He tugged his zipper down and freed his cock, the wet tip tapping against your lips in the darkness. You felt Cooper’s hand come to rest atop your head, his fingers knotting softly inside your hair, guiding you gently onto him. The only sounds in the room were Cooper’s shallow breaths and grunts, and the wet sucking sound of your throat closing around him. Cooper let you suck him a moment longer, before removing his cock from your mouth, breathily explaining “-the shower, baby-want to fuck you in the shower.” He felt around the floor for his duffel bag and retrieved a flashlight from inside it. Switching it on, Cooper smiled when he saw your streaked makeup in the light, knowing his cock had made a mess of it. He held the flashlight between his teeth and trotted upstairs with you, using the beam to light your way.

The bathroom in its entirety wasn’t that large but thankfully, the shower was. Cooper switched on the faucet and held his arm under the water stream to check the temperature, bits of dried blood re-wetting and dripping to the shower floor. You’d quickly discarded your own clothes and stepped inside, around the water stream till Cooper had adjusted it. He shed his pants and hastily folded them before tossing them onto the sink. He was in a hurry; he’d never wanted you this badly before.

The flashlight’s battery was almost dead, its last real bit of power used on the way upstairs. Now, you and Cooper were essentially in complete darkness again, except for the moonlight threading through the small bathroom window. Cooper had no trouble manipulating your body in the darkness. His right hand slipped immediately between your thighs, reaching around with his other arm and pulling your chest into his. Warm water cascaded down Cooper’s back and shoulders, dripping along his chest and between your breasts where your bodies were pressed together. His fingers rubbed rough circles over your clit, making your hips buck into the heel of his palm as you selfishly chased your climax. “That’s a good girl,” Cooper murmured in the darkness, his breath labored with arousal. “Gonna come for me just like this, yeah?” You whimpered a reply, but Cooper wasn’t satisfied. “Oh, you can do better than that, sweetheart,” he said. “Use your words. Tell me how you’re gonna come-.” He dipped his head forward, teeth catching the soft skin of your neck and biting just enough to make you squirm even more wildly on his hand. “Ungh-on-oh!” you squeaked, your hips trembling. “-On your h-hand, S-Sir!”

Cooper’s face was stoic but satisfied in the darkness; he was in his element, his happy place. He was in control. As you quivered and shook on his hand cupping your pussy, Cooper slid his other hand around your throat, briefly silencing your scramble of moans and whimpers. “WORDS, baby,” he gently reprimanded, his fingertips tapping against your pulse. “Can’t give you what you want till you ask for it-.”

Cooper slipped a finger between your lips, hooking around the smooth spot inside you, your spongy walls sucking his finger greedily. Your head fell backward, a string of desperate pleas tumbling from your mouth, interspersed with Cooper’s name. He let you come, giving you what you needed because you’d asked for it so nicely. You gushed all over Cooper’s hand and wrist, slick spilling between his fingers and onto the shower floor. He couldn’t see it in the darkness, and he didn’t need to; he could feel your blood on his fingers, knew the texture well and that your orgasm had surely painted the shower floor red at his feet.

He removed his finger from inside you, once you’d stopped squeezing it, and popped the slippery digit inside his mouth. A coppery, musky flavor sank warm on his tastebuds; Cooper exhaled gratefully through his nose, releasing his finger only after sucking every drop of you from it.

Lightning crackled above the house as Cooper lowered himself to his knees in front of you. You rested your hands on his shoulders, leaning into his sturdy frame as he sank his mouth between your legs. Cooper’s tongue found exactly what he’d hoped to find, what he craved…more of your sweet arousal tinged with the bitter tang of fresh blood.

You knew you were bleeding; your period had started that morning. You also knew that Cooper had a preference for fucking you on your period; you’d just never really thought much of it. The truth was, the blood aroused Cooper, reminded him of his other, secret life, and the power he held over others. Seeing himself covered in someone else’s blood, especially such intimate places like his cock, helped Cooper achieve the most powerful orgasms imaginable. It’s one of the reasons he’d grown to love you; your openness to trying literally anything sexually was liberating, allowing Cooper the chance to indulge his most taboo fantasies. One of those fantasies included eating you out on your period. He’d tried to bring other women around to the idea, but each of them had been repulsed by even the suggestion. You, however, had no reservations about letting Cooper use your body however he wanted, in whatever state it was in…

His tongue bathed your outer lips, licking them clean. Cooper massaged his cock in lazy strokes, in no hurry to come just yet. When the tip of his tongue pressed inside you, he grinned against your pussy at the way your soft, wet entrance trembled around him.

One of your hands was now on Cooper’s head, fingers locked in the strands of his hair. When he hoisted your leg over his left shoulder, you braced yourself against him, knowing he wouldn’t let you fall. Cooper held you steady as he nuzzled and lapped your essence, his eyes closed in a kind of reverent, trance-like high. It was the closest Cooper had ever come to a religious experience, drinking your most precious offering at the altar of your thighs, and for him, it was more than enough.

When he’d made you come twice more on his tongue, Cooper rose to stand, pressing red kisses to your belly and breasts that looked like lipstick marks. He reached for you in the darkness, his hands pulling your hips closer. You felt Cooper’s erection prodding between your thighs, and closed your hands around it. He hissed in a sharp breath as you grazed his tip; he was so sensitive, he knew he wasn’t going to last much longer.

“Get on your knees,” Cooper panted urgently, his hand on your head pushing you downward. You sank to the shower floor, letting Cooper guide his cock into your mouth in the darkness. Lightning flashed outside, briefly revealing his blood-soaked lips parted in desperation, his eyes fixed on you at his feet while he used your mouth for his own satisfaction.

Cooper finished down your throat with a growl, his stomach tense as hot streams of cum pulsed over your tongue. You swallowed his seed with a contented grin, humming softly around Cooper’s shaft as you tugged the last drops of his cum between your lips.

The water continued to pour over your bodies as Cooper cradled you against his chest, rocking you gently. In that moment, he almost regretted his decision, almost thought of changing his mind. But there was no sense in getting sloppy after all these years, after so long a run of keeping his secret life secret.

Cooper glanced at the bathroom sink. A thin sliver of moonlight cast onto the knife you hadn’t noticed him bring upstairs along with the flashlight. He pressed his lips to your forehead one last time in a silent kiss goodbye, and reached toward the sink…

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idlebeks · 2 months ago

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A few more SVSSS recs for the pile

right from the start, I gave you my heart by nex_et_nox

"Bro, you know how many words I wrote per day, and how many plants I created!” Shang Qinghua whines. "I can't remember them all, it's impossible."

Shen Qingqiu narrows his eyes. "It was used with Wife #418.”

"That doesn't narrow it down any further. I'm not going to be able to guess it, so stop punishing me and just tell me how the flower nerfed you."

Shen Qingqiu grits his teeth. Obviously he wants to draw this out to punish Shang Qinghua, but it kinda looks more like he's punishing himself. There's a muscle flexing in his jaw, and if he puts any more pressure on his fan's guard, it's going to snap. Uh, actually, Shen Qingqiu kind of looks like he's in pain—

“A false dragonhead is also called an obedient plant. It’s in the name—the flower forces you to do whatever you're told," Shen Qingqiu spits out.

or: Shen Qingqiu runs afoul of one of Airplane's stupid wife-plot devices...just before a mission to Jinlan City.

stuffed with fluff (and blood and bones and rage) by nyoomerr

Ever since he was pushed into the Abyss, Luo Binghe has been dreaming of a strange world. In it, Luo Binghe's own face is everywhere, and his story is written out in humiliating detail for some stupid twink to read about. Luo Binghe hates the story, and he hates the dream realm, and he hates the godling within it - Shen Yuan - most of all.

Unfortunately, Luo Binghe can't do anything about it - within these dreams, Luo Binghe is stuck within the body of a doll.

second-hand alibis by nex_et_nox

“All right. I’m in Proud Immortal Demon Way," he says, once he's had a chance to compose himself again. He sits back up, tossing his stupidly long hair back over his shoulders where it belongs; he is totally calm and ready to grill the System for more information. "Who am I supposed to be?"

Please please please don't let it be someone who Bingge violently murders.

Though given the fact that he's a man in PIDW, his chances are already skewed, and not in his favor. Ugh.

[Bound Role: Shen Yuan, Rogue Cultivator. Weapon: the sword Heng Li. Starting B-points: 100.]

or: Shen Yuan transmigrates as a rogue cultivator, one completely unconnected to any canon characters or events. Right, System? Right?

Type Casting by pallas_rose

Shang Qinghua’s fertilizer has unexpected effects on the mushroom body. In addition to... that, Shen Qingqiu doesn’t remember his death. Or anything at all after planting the Sun Moon Dew Mushroom seed in the dirt.

But he doesn’t need to, right? Shen Qingqiu knows PIDW and Luo Bing-ge like the back of his hand. He’ll be fine. He just has to avoid getting noticed—you know what happens to beautiful women in PIDW!

…though would life in the harem be so bad?

says the shadow by tciddaemina

Luo Binghe wakes up to the heavy, suffocating feeling that something is wrong.

His back aches, sleeping on the floor of the woodshed has left him stiff and sore, and yet all the pain and agony of his latest caning fades into inconsequentiality, washed away in the face of the sheer, suffocating, heavy dread pressing down on his shoulders. It steals the oxygen from the air, swelling to fill every inch of the room, the pressure crushing.

His eyes open too quickly, and he scrambles up, heart pounding in his throat, head snapping towards the door of the shed. There's a knot in his throat, thick, and he struggles to swallow around it, throat suddenly dry.

The woodshed looks as it always has. Nothing has changed.

Everything has changed.

Luo Binghe's shizun has a qi deviation and the thing left afterwards isn't Shen Qingqiu.

Shen Yuan's School for Unrepentant Assholes by TGP

Shen Yuan has been dealt a rough hand at the beginning of his life. Then he gets sort of adopted by Shen Qingqiu, who desperately needs someone to help smooth out his interpersonal relationships. Thankfully, Shen Yuan is awesome at understanding people and what they want!

Shen Qingqiu can't decide if he regrets claiming this chaos gremlin as his own or not, but now that Shen Yuan is here, he's never letting him go. He'll have to be pried out of Shen Qingqiu's cold, dead fingers first.

Meanwhile, Luo Binghe is just caught up in the wake of both of them and trying not to be dragged under.

(Or, a drama of errors with comedic moments, exploring the growing relationship between an unforgiving misanthrope with serious issues and a traumatized kid that just wants to teach him what family means (and maybe learn it, himself))

dreaming you the same sun in a different place by JRaylin441

[Activating: Bonus Chapter – In Another Life]

[We notice that you are searching for someone. Would you like to accept the bonus chapter mission In Another Life in order to reunite with User: Shen Yuan, Bound Role: Shen Qingqiu?]

Shen Qingqiu disappears. Luo Binghe isn't going to let that stand.

Written for a Gotcha for Gaza prompt "Luo Binghe sucking Shen Yuan's dick (any dynamic)" from an anonymous prompter

#svsss fic recs #bingqui fic recs #a couple WIP at the time of posting #but they were too good to wait #don't forget to feed the authors

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zeltqz · 2 years ago

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imagine armin taking the rice purity test lol

“Hey Armin...”

He looks up from his book at you, sitting pretty next to him.

The way you said his name has him on his guard, on the edge of his seat. Your voice is so crisp and steady, yet the playful look in your eye tells him you’re up to no good.

“Yeah?”

“You like taking tests, right?”

“...yeah?”

You hand your phone out to him, nodding your head towards it as he looks at you skeptically.

You sigh. “It’s not a bomb, Armin. Take my phone and do the test.”

“What test?”

“Do it and you’ll see.” You slip off the couch, stretching your arms out in the air and yawn, body feeling light as you let out all the tension from your muscles. “Call me when you’re done.”

You don’t offer much more of an explanation when you trod off to the kitchen, humming a tune under your breath. Armin looks down at the phone screen. It’s a simple looking quiz, the words Rice Purity Test in red letters at the top has him a little confused.

Why does he need to take a test on rice? And what is so pure about rice?

Most importantly, why did you look so cheeky when handing the phone to him when it’s a test about…rice?

He tosses his book to the side, careful to keep the bookmark from slipping out. Slowly he begins to tick off the boxes. Held hands romantically? He’s never been in a relationship, nor had he ever had the courage to talk to his crush before so no.

Been on a date? Nope. Danced without leaving room for Jesus? What?

It takes him a little moment before he gets it, the lightbulb inside his brain flickers on, flashing as bright and yellow as his hair.

A small gasp leaving his throat has you snickering from the kitchen, already having a feeling he’s finally understood the true intentions behind this test.

He slaps a hand over his mouth, eyes wide, fingers hesitating to scroll down further. He doesn’t consider himself a dirty person, nor someone that has sexual thoughts very often, but hanging out with Connie and Jean has its perks (he hates sitting next to Connie in class because he makes it his personal job to draw little balls on the corners of Armin’s notebook), He’s able to deduce their dirty jokes in record time before they laugh at him for being as innocent as the pure driven snow.

He may not be dirty minded, but he isn’t clueless.

“Armin, is everything ok?” you call out, hiding a laugh when he doesn’t verbally respond, only nodding his head, his fluffy sandy hair moving with the movement. “Tell me when you’re done.”

He’s tuned you out at this point, now forgetting scrolling through the test in chronological order, skipping half the questions to read the rest. It only gets worse. The questions are more obscene, explicit, X-rated, questions ranging from sexual activity, to drugs, to—oh my god, is that beasitality..?— law breaking criminal activity, and just the mere thought of him completing these has his cheeks flushing hot from embarrassment.

You’re able to sneak up behind him, crossed arms resting on the back of the couch. “I scored 70.”

He visibly jumps when your silky voice is so close beside his ear, and he can smell the strawberry flavoured milkshake you’d been drinking on your breath. “70?” he asks, and you nod your head, taking another sip. “Is that good?”

“It means I’m not a whore, a junkie, or a weirdo if that’s what you’re asking—”

“I wasn’t asking that—”

“—but if you think mine is bad, you should see Eren and Jean. Holy fuck, we did it after class and Jean scored 66, Eren scored 64. Connie definitely lied because he said he’d scored 40 but we all know that’s straight up bullshit. Mikasa refused to take it and Sasha scored 90.”

Armin blinks at you, stunned for a moment. He didn’t realise this test was sucha big deal and that everyone took it. Now he’s a little embarrassed because he knows he will score lower than his male counterparts. It’s not that he’s a virgin…ok, he’s a virgin, but by choice.

He gets attention at school, girls show their attraction to him, but he always declines politely, mainly because they’re probably using him to boost their own ego, wanting to go after the more quiet one for whatever reasons they have in their mind.

“Go on, continue. Don’t let me stop you.” You take another sip of the milkshake, and maybe there’s something in the air, maybe the test had gotten to his head because he focuses on the way your lips wrap around the bottle, the few drops of the milkshake dribbling down your chin has him taking a shaky breath, his mind already replacing that image with something else.

“Uh…ok, okay yeah,” he stutters out, ripping his gaze from your face back down to your phone.

His nerves are racing ten times faster with the feel of your eyes watching every movement of his fingers, each box he ticks off. It’s a good thing he can’t see your face, he doesn’t wanna know what kind of face you’re making when you watch him skip past almost every single box, fingers hesitating before ticking off the Masturbated to a picture or video? box.

“You what?” You shriek out by accident, making him visibly jump once more from the sudden raise of your voice. “I would never have guessed that, holy shit.”

“It’s—”

“Relax, Armin,” you giggle helplessly, “you look like you’re 'bout to faint. It’s not a bad thing to masturbate. I just never expected that from you. So…” you tilt your head to the side, corner of your lips curling up in a wry smirk, “ who did you jerk off to?”

“I—I, well, I didn’t—”

“Was it porn?”

“No—”

“Someone we know?”

“I—”

“Was it Annie?”

“No—” His face is beet-red at this point and you swear he’s sweating profusely.

“Are you going to tell me even if I get it right?”

“No…”

You sigh , long, exasperated, shifting to sit next to him on the couch, knee knocking against his from how close you sat. “Alright that’s fair, I guess.”

He blinks at you with those intoxicatingly innocent eyes of his. “I don’t think I’m going to score that high on this.”

“I know that. This is probably the first test you’ll ever fail.” At that he frowns, and you reach out to pinch his cheeks, “don’t be sad, failing this test ain’t a bad thing. It’s kinda good. Means that you’re still…uh, how do I say this politely? Uh—innocent? I dunno, just know it ain’t anything bad, so don’t get upset.”

“Yeah?”

You nod your head. “If anything, the lower score you get on this, the more I don’t trust you. ‘Cause whaddya mean you snorted coke and ran from the police?”

He lets out a genuine breathless laugh, feeling a surge of confidence course its way through his veins. “Ok, I’ll finish the test.”

A couple moments later, he hands you back the phone, a bright red 96 as the final score. Your eyebrows lift when you see it, taking a quick peek over at him. He’s red as a tomato at this point, purposefully trying to avoid your gaze, eyes darting everywhere but your face.

“You’ve never even kissed someone before?” His cheeks tint impossibly redder as he avoids your question, and you bite at your lip. “Want me to teach you?”

He finally looks at you, eyes wide in shock. “Huh?”

“I asked if you want me to teach you.”

“Teach me how to k—kiss?”

You shrug your shoulders, like what you’re proposing isn’t a big deal at all. It’s really not. To someone like you, kissing isn’t even that deep. It’s just a kiss. But to Armin? He feels like he can’t even get a proper sentence out.

“If you don’t wanna it’s okay, I won’t be offended.”

“It’s not that—I just…won’t it be weird?”

“Hm?” You shift a little closer to him on the couch, till his back is against the armrest and you’re hovering over him, arms by the side of his face. “It’ll be weird if you make it weird.”

You feel a rush of adrenaline flush down your body when he looks up at you, his mouth agape, breathless as his eyes drop down to your lips. You lean closer for the benefit of it, ensuring your mere presence is enough to make his heart stutter in his chest.

“Is that a yes, Armin?”

His throat bobs when he swallows, eyes fluttering as he takes in the sight of you, gazing down at him suggestivly. The deep, prolonged, eye contact has his cheeks burning red. He gathers the saliva in his mouth to moisten it up, worried his voice would come out hoarse otherwise. “Yes.”

“Okay—” You’re leaning in closer. His world goes in slow motion. “I’m gonna kiss you now.”

“O—okay.”

His eyes remain open for the first few seconds your lips press against his. It’s slow, slow enough for him to learn the proper movements, tilting his head to the side to properly angle his mouth into yours. The kiss isn’t a full on make out yet, and he freezes up when he feels the tip of your tongue slide against his bottom lip. You suck his lip into your mouth, pulling away to look him in the eye, soak in the sight of him falling apart under you before letting go.

“How was that?”

“It was good…yeah, yeah good.”

“Alright, now—” you sink backwards to grab your phone, unlock it, then hand it back to him. “—now you can tick that off the list.”

#i love this mothafucka so much #my precious blondie #— aot </3 #armin x reader #armin arlet imagines #armin artlert #armin arlert x reader #armin x y/n #armin x fem reader #armin x you #aot x reader #aot imagines

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nastybuckybarnes · 2 years ago

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Hold My Beer

Pairing: Brief Rumlow X Reader, Biker!Bucky X Reader

Summary: Your old best friend is tired of seeing you in the arms of another. Especially one who doesn’t treat you right. So he’s gonna do something about that.

Warnings: Language, violence (minor), infidelity, breaking up, allusions to smut, biker!bucky,

Word Count: 1.1k

A/n: 100% inspired by the Aaron Pritchett song lol. This is kinda short but it’s something I wanna just kinda toss into the void lol. I do think I’ll be writing more for this particular AU!Bucky in the future, I’m just waiting for some inspiration to strike.

Kinda short so no tags lol my bad. Love you all so much❤️❤️❤️

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Steel blue eyes are zeroed in on a couple by the bar.

His focus is on the man.

More specifically, the way he’s practically ignoring the beautiful woman by his side.

“You good, Buck?” Steve asks from beside him, nudging his friend lightly with his elbow.

The brunet hums, his brows drawing together as he watches the man at the bar ogle different woman, while his girl sits with a frown on her pretty face.

“Yeah, m’fine. I just... gimme one second,” he murmurs, pushing to his feet and walking away from his booth, beer still held tightly in his grasp.

The blond watches his friend as he approaches the couple at the bar, beyond confused.

This particular couple has been in the brunet’s bar a couple times, the man causing trouble more often than not, and it’s no secret that he’s less than faithful to his woman.

To you.

You sit beside your boyfriend, brows pulled together as you watch him eye a woman across the bar.

It hurts your pride to have him do this in front of you, but he’s already had a few drinks and you know better than to try and argue with him when he’s been drinking.

“Hey, could you hold my beer for a sec, buddy?” A voice asks.

You blink yourself out of your thoughts and look up at the man standing before yourself and Brock, brows rising to your hairline.

None other than Bucky Barnes stands before you.

Solid six feet and five inches of thick muscle towers over your boyfriend, and you can’t help the grin that threatens to pull at your lips.

Brock’s always hated Bucky, and you can’t really blame him.

Your bestfriend-turned stranger is attractive enough to get a nun to sin, and he’s never been shy when it comes to flirting with you. Especially after seeing you cry over the piece of shit sitting next to you.

Bucky’s hatred for Brock Rumlow isn’t hidden at all, and he doesn’t care who knows. You’re too good a woman to be treated the way he treats you, and Bucky’s determined to make you realize that.

He's got a tame beard covering the lower half of his face and his eyes are the warmest icy blue you’ve ever seen, mischief glowing in them. Light freckles dust across his cheeks like stars in the night sky, and his lips are pink and plump.

You follow his gaze to your boyfriend, and Brock looks just as confused as you feel.

“I uh... why? What do you want?” He asks while slowly reaching out to hold Bucky’s beer.

“’Cause your woman needs a kiss, and a boy like you ain’t gonna satisfy her.” With that, Bucky leans in and presses his lips against yours.

He’s kissed you many times before, and you’ve always brushed it off as him being a touchy friend, though you know it’s more than that.

And this is proof.

Because this isn’t a kiss you give your friend.

You sit still for a long moment, shock freezing you before you peck Bucky back and tug away, terrified at what Brock’s reaction’s going to be and warm inside at the intense feeling of Bucky’s lips on yours.

“What the fuck is the matter with you?!” Brock shouts, moving to hop off the barstool only to be held in place by one of Bucky’s thick tattooed arms.

He shoves the smaller man back in his seat and levels him with a glare.

“You’d better not drop my fuckin’ beer,” he whispers dangerously, his true biker roots coming out on display.

Brock grinds his teeth together and turns his steely glare on you.

“You see? You ask why I hate when you would see him! It's cause I know you’re a slut who can’t control herself.”

His words bite a little, but they don’t hurt nearly as much as Bucky’s fist connecting with his face.

The bar goes quiet as Brock grabs at his nose, glaring at the biker.

“See, you’ve made a few mistakes here tonight. The first was showing your face. The second, was not paying enough attention to your girl. The third, was disrespecting your girl when she deserves the world. And the fourth...” Bucky leans down, his eyes hard and full of hatred, “you spilled my beer.”

You’ve been with Brock Rumlow for an embarrassing amount of time, and never have you ever seen him look so tiny and terrified.

“Now, you’re gonna hold my beer and watch my jacket while I take your girl up dancing, and then you’re gonna head on home and you’re gonna clear your shit outta her apartment, you’re gonna delete yourself from her life, and you’re never gonna even think about going near her again, or else it’ll be me you’re dealing with, got it?”

Brock opens his mouth to snark back, but a glance around the bar at all the bikers wearing jackets that match Bucky's has him keeping his mouth shut.

“Alright, good talk. Thanks man!” Bucky calls, grabbing your hand and tugging you off of your stool.

You stumble after him, still in shock at the exchange that just occurred.

“Buck, what the Hell was that?!” You demand, flattening your palms against his chest when he pulls you against him.

“I’ve sat and watched that prick treat you like garbage for two and a half years, (Y/n). I’m not doing it anymore. You deserve so much better and I'm tired of pretending that I’m okay seeing you with him.”

You blink up at him in shock and shake your head, “Bucky, you can’t just end my relationship like that. Brock and I need to talk about things.”

He scoffs and wraps his arms around your waist, tugging you closer and kissing your forehead.

“I just did, sweetheart. You’re gonna come to my place tonight, we’re gonna talk and drink and maybe get a little... friendly, just like we used to, and then tomorrow I’m gonna bring you back to your apartment and if that asshole hasn't cleaned all of his shit out, there’s gonna be Hell to pay.”

You take a deep breath and look over your shoulder to where Brock is sitting. Steve’s by his side, arms crossed over his chest and a grin on his handsome face when he catches your gaze.

“C’mon, baby. You gonna dance with me like we used to or do you wanna go straight to my place and have me bend you over the counter and eat that pretty pussy like the good old days?”

A shiver races down your spine, shaking the guilt from your stomach as you look up into his ever-blue eyes.

“I... we can go to your place,” you whisper, smiling shyly when he grins triumphantly.

He leans down and presses a soft kiss to your lips while one of his hands trails down to your ass, grabbing a handful of it then letting go only to smack it roughly.

“That’s my girl.”

#bucky x reader #biker!bucky x reader #biker!bucky #biker!Steve #biker!Steve x reader #biker au #biker bucky x reader #biker bucky au #biker!bucky au #Bucky Barnes x reader #bucky x reader biker au

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specialagentlokitty · 2 years ago

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Loki x reader - it’s okay to not be okay

loki x reader angst where maybe reader snaps at him after being stressed and he just does not care cause he understands why reader snapped and he comforts reader - Anon💜

You didn’t want to have anything to do with anything or anyone, you wanted to get in, have a bath and crawl straight into bed.

When you stopped at your floor, you realised that wasn’t the case because you found Loki walking back towards the elevator.

“Love, I was just returning some books. Want to watch something?” He smiled.

“I’m not in the mood loki…” you grumbled.

Loki frowned and followed you to your bedroom, watching as you tossed your stuff cross the room and started to rummage through your draws.

“(Y/N)?” He asked softly.

You didn’t reply, you simply went to the bathroom and started to run a bath, grabbing some fresh towels.

You set them by the sink and started to wonder around back and forth from your room to the bathroom.

“(Y/N) what’s wrong my dear?”

“Loki please just leave.”

“No, not until you talk to me. It’ll really help.”

You turned around to Loki and pushed him from the bathroom.

“Get out Loki! Just go! I don’t want to talk to you okay?! I don’t even want to look at you right now!” You snapped.

Loki blinked but he raised his hands slowly backing towards the door.

“Alright love, if you need anything just call.”

With that, he offered you a smile, and softly closed the bathroom door.

Once your bath was ready you sank into it, letting the hot water relax your muscles and wash away the stress you were feeling.

The steam helped you clear your head, and you closed your eyes, taking a deep breath.

Sinking a little further down, you kept your eyes closed for a moment before opening them, gazing at the wall.

You heard Loki walk past and guilt stared washing up over you.

You could hear him doing something, maybe cleaning, maybe just wondering like he usually did when you were busy.

Whatever it was he was doing you were still feeling guilty for snapping at him.

Finally you got out of the bathroom, got dried and changed and made you way back into the bedroom to put your towels in the wash basket.

Turning around, you found your favourite blanket neatly folded on the bed.

Walking over you placed your hand on it, feeling how warm it was you smiled a little and wrapped it around your shoulders.

Walking out of the bedroom you started to wonder the floor to find Loki, and you found him standing in the kitchen by the stove.

Walking over, you placed your forehead on his back.

“Spaghetti or rice?” He asked.

“Rice.”

He hummed and reaching behind him, he grabbed your hands and wrapped them around his waist before he carried on cooking.

“Loki I’m so sorry…” you whispered.

Loki turned around picking you up he set you on the table behind you and placed a finger under your chin, tilting your face up towards him.

“You don’t have to apologise.” He smiled softly.

“I.. I do… I snapped at you…”

Loki chuckled a little bit and kissed the corner of your mouth.

“You had a hard day, we all have hard days sometimes my love, there is nothing wrong with having hard days. I know you never meant it.”

Loki placed his hand on the side of your face, kissing your forehead, cheek then a gentle kiss to your lips.

“Now, stop worrying, and come help me cook. There’s only so much I can do and I have no clue how to make rice.”

You laughed a little, pushing him away to jump from the table and grab the rice to start preparing it.

Loki watched you with a small smile on his face, it was okay to have bad days, and he was going to keep reminding you of that

#marvel #marvel x reader #marvel x you #marvel imagine #avengers x reader #avengers imagine #avengers #avengers x you #Loki #loki imagine #loki fanfic #loki odinson #loki (marvel)#loki x reader #loki x you #loki x y/n

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dean-winchester-is-a-warrior · 1 year ago

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Stay Pt. 2

This fic will fulfill the Free Space square in my @spnkinkevents bingo card, and the kink I'm filling it with is overstimulation:

Series Summary: Y/N knows what she's doing is wrong, but she doesn't want to let it go.

Chapter Warnings/Explicit 18+: Smut. Lots of smut. Fingering, Oral (f receiving), overstimulation, tit slapping (very brief), some rough, hard P in V unprotected sex, breeding kink if you squint. Cheating. Mentions of infidelity and slight emotional abuse/abandonment in a relationship.

Pairings: Dean Winchester x Y/N

Word Count: 1,280

A/N: This is the second part to my Stay series. It is a completed five part series. One part will be released every day for the next four days. Hope you enjoy!

The beautiful divider below and at the bottom was created by @talesmaniac89

It may have started innocently but it was three weeks later and she was knocking on a seedy motel room door with nothing remotely innocent on her mind. Dean pulled the door open and yanked her inside. The door was barely closed before his fingers were tearing at her clothes, ripping them from her body so he could get his hot, seeking, heavenly mouth on her skin, and dig his blunt fingernails into her hips as he fell to his knees in front of her.

He lifted her left leg over his shoulder and she let out a cry of pleasure, twisting his short hair in her fingers, as his teeth scraped over her pulsing clit.

“Dean, unf, fuck, fuck, fuck.” She chanted nonsensically as he speared her hole with his thick, hungry tongue. “Don’t stop…don’t…yes, there…right there. Fuck you’re perfect.” She praised as he slipped a finger inside her to immediately find her sweet spot and press the pad of his finger against it steadily, making tiny rotations there that drove her out of her mind.

She tugged his hair hard enough that she pulled his mouth back from her dripping core. He stared up at her, his eyes nearly black with lust, mouth swollen and slick.

Her voice was a mere rasp. “I need you to fuck me, Dean, need you to fill me up, fill me full of you, empty everything into me, I want all of you. I need you so fucking bad.”

He stood up and grabbed her by the waist, spinning around to toss her onto the bed behind him. As he approached he pulled his belt off and then tugged his white t-shirt over his head. He unbuttoned his jeans and pushed them and his underwear down so that by the time he reached her he was as naked as she was, and she relished the sight of him.

He was so solid and thick, everything about him from his wide shoulders, round with muscles, to his powerful thighs, to his massive cock that glistened enticingly at the tip, it all seemed designed to make her pussy weep, and her whole body shudder. She was trembling as he reached the bed and climbed onto it, kneeing his way between her legs.

“You ready for me, baby?” He asked in his quiet growl. All she could do was nod frantically.

He slid into her cunt slowly, taking his time and drawing out her desperation. She needed him hard and fast, not this slow torture. But he would not be rushed and he rolled his hips, pushing into her almost leisurely, over and over.

She was practically crying with need as she pulled his mouth down to hers and drew his succulent bottom lip into her mouth to suck on it. She let it go as her mouth opened wide on a scream as Dean pulled his hips back before slamming his cock into her hard and deep. Stars burst behind her eyes and she clawed her nails down Dean’s back, pulling a pained but lustful groan from him as he continued to pound into her, slamming deeper with every thrust.

She came again almost immediately as he swirled three fingers hard against her clit, watching as his cock slid in and out of her, opening her up again and again.

He continued his onslaught, and as soon as she’d start coming down from her high, he would relentlessly send her back over the edge again. After her fifth orgasm, she was boneless, exhausted, she had nothing more to give.

But Dean wasn’t finished. “Come on, princess, I know you have a couple more in there for me.” She rolled her head back and forth, sure she was about to pass out. Suddenly she felt a sharp stinging slap across her right breast, followed by another to the left. She gasped in surprise and then shouted in pleasurable pain as Dean twisted her nipple roughly between his thumb and forefinger.

Her pussy clenched around him tight once again and she shook with her release. “Good girl.” She heard Dean praising her through a fog of pleasure.

As soon as she fell back to earth, Dean pushed her knees to her chest, pistoning his hips in and out of her body like a jackhammer, slamming into her cervix and dragging harshly over her g-spot every single time. Finally as she exploded once again she felt his cock throb hot and heavy, deep inside her before he gushed warm and welcome into her womb.

She had just enough consciousness remaining to marvel at the glorious sight that was Dean, with his muscles straining, teeth bared as he sank so deep into her body.

He fell beside her with a hard grunt, and they both took a long time to recover. Y/N felt like her body was humming, vibrating from exhausted satisfaction. Finally Dean turned his head to look at her, his face sleepy. But she saw a muscle in his jaw tick before he spoke.

“So, where does he think you are? Do you have to go?”

She shook her head and tried once again to shut out the voices that told her what she was doing was wrong. She already knew, she already felt the pit returning to her stomach as the guilt settled back in.

The problem was she didn’t know how to leave her life behind; they’d been together since high school. Her life with him was all she’d ever known. Who was she if she wasn’t his wife? She’d promised to stay with him forever; they had a life together, she didn’t know if she was willing to throw that all away.

Yet, he was almost never home, they hadn’t slept together in a year, and only twice the year before that. She’d tried so many times in the last two years to fix things, suggested counseling, tried to talk to him about how she felt, but he just ignored it all. He was happy with the status quo - living side-by-side while being completely alone. She made his supper and washed his clothes and that seemed to be all he needed from her anymore.

She did want to leave, but she was terrified of such a huge change.

Though she also knew, deep down, that if Dean crooked his finger in her direction and said he wanted her to leave with him, she’d be there in a heartbeat.

But that wasn’t going to happen. She knew her time with Dean was just a beautiful shooting star, burning hot and fierce, bright and exhilarating, but ultimately bound to fade out. He didn’t strike her as the staying kind. He’d never offered her more than the night, and she doubted that would ever change. There were also so many secrets lurking behind his stunning green eyes; she supposed FBI agents probably had a lot in their life they had to keep hidden. But the long and the short of it was she knew one day he’d walk away and not come back.

And when he did, where would that leave her?

But now she looked at him, his question lingering between them, and she just shook her head. “He’s out of town.”

Dean smiled and it seemed wistful. He pulled her hand into his and ran his thumb across her knuckles.

“Then, stay a while?”

She nodded and scooted into his side, letting him wrap his arms around her, and trying to stay wrapped up in that moment alone, pushing aside guilt and questions, doubts and wishful thinking to just enjoy the feeling of being held by someone who wanted her in his arms.

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guilty-pleasures21 · 9 months ago

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The end of this town

@queen-shiba as promised!

Part 1

Part 2

Warnings: descriptions of sex (male x female) and slight somnophilia (consensual of course!)

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“If you'd like us to take care of the horses as well, that'll be another five gold pieces, sire,” the slippery man sitting behind the counter informed Dara. ‘Slippery’ not just in the metaphorical sense - with that cunning grin he kept giving Dara - but the man had so much oil in his hair and beard, the Afshin truly believed he'd slip right out of his hands if he tried to grab him.

“Fine,” Dara replied, forking out the money begrudgingly. “But for that price, they'd better be getting honey-coated apples for breakfast!”

“Oh, rest assured, young master, Hassan is the best horse groomer this side of the country,” the man declared, grabbing at Dara's coins with glee.

“Well, there's not much competition if you're the only horse groomer this side of the country, is there?” Dara muttered under his breath. The man ignored his quip, that slippery smile still stretched across his face as he handed Dara the keys to the two rooms he'd booked - of course he wasn't going to let that Qahtani brat anywhere near his precious X while she was asleep. He turned around to head back to the tavern area, then realised that his surroundings had gone deathly silent. Suddenly, a loud cheer erupted, causing Dara's heart to start pounding in his chest in fear. Was X all right? Had she gotten hurt? Was she feeling threatened? That last one was especially bad, because then she might feel inclined to use her powers, and then she'd drain herself again. He dashed over to the drinking area and rushed over to X when he saw her swaying on her feet as Ali held her up.

“X?” Dara asked, wrapping his arm around her waist and cupping her cheek in his hand. She looked even more exhausted than when they'd gotten here - she definitely must have used her powers. “Are you all right, janam (my life)?”

X nodded sleepily, her eyelids fluttering shut as she fell against Dara's chest. “Mmm. Just tired. Wanna sleep.”

“All right, let's get you to bed,” Dara agreed, his fingers brushing through her hair soothingly. Then he raised his head to glare at Ali. “What did you do now?!”

“Me?!” Ali scoffed, keeping his voice at the same low pitch as Dara - they really didn't need any more attention on them than they already had. “I was trying to stop her from thrashing those men and drawing attention to us!” Dara's eyes flashed at Ali's revelation, but before he could continue reprimanding the younger djinn, X tugged on his shirt and let out a little whine.

“Yes, yes, I'll bring you to bed, janam,” Dara reassured X, turning around to start leading her up to their room. He stopped momentarily to toss Ali's keys to him, but didn't spare him a second glance as he continued walking with X.

“What happened, jaaneman (my soul)?” Dara asked her as he helped her to their door. X groaned in response, then let out a contented hum when he lifted her into his powerful arms and carried her over to the bed.

“They had no manners,” she mumbled sleepily as Dara helped her get her boots off. “They kept calling me rude names. But everyone hated them anyway.” Someone had dared try to insult his precious Banu Nahida?! He'd make them pay - he'd hunt them down and-

“I took care of it, Dara.” X tugged on his arm, sensing his anger as the heat began to build up around them. She wriggled aside to make some space for him beside her. “Come to bed.” She liked being cuddled up against him; his hard muscles pressing against her as he murmured sweet nothings into her hair, his calloused palms wandering all over her bare skin as he admired her soft curves. And he was always so warm, even when she was shivering with cold, her body unable to regulate itself after she'd spent too much magic.

Dara sighed, then settled himself at the end of the bed so he could start massaging her legs. Aside from her having fought an entire village that morning - and then God knew how much of the tavern just now - they'd also been walking the entire day, so she must have been thoroughly exhausted right then. Dara leaned forward, letting his hands climb higher and higher up her legs.

“Mmph!” X let out a little squeak as her legs twitched in response to the way he circled his thumbs around the insides of her thighs. She was so cute like this, her eyes remaining closed even as her features scrunched with arousal. Dara grinned at the sight, then curled his fingers around the waistband of her trousers.

“Janam,” he began softly, the low pitch of his voice barely concealing his excitement. “Can I … Is it okay if I …”

“Touch me?” X supplied unabashedly, a small giggle escaping her lips as she said it. “Please.” He was always so nervous when he asked her for it - so embarrassed by his needs and his desire for her, even when they'd already made love so many times before. But only until he'd gotten all her clothes off, then he'd forget all about his nerves, his thoughts consumed entirely by her naked body, all ready and waiting for him to admire.

“I'll be gentle,” Dara promised her, tugging her trousers off before discarding them on the ground. He pulled his own clothes off, then lifted her legs to wrap them around his waist so he could lean over her to start taking her top off.

“That’s what you always say,” X teased him, her voice heavy with sleep. But he was gentle, soft and sweet like every touch was a blessing he’d been granted. She still remembered their first time, after she'd confessed her feelings to him and he'd responded hopelessly.

“I … I might never be able to give you children, X,” he'd admitted, voice weighed down with fear. She'd smiled and cupped his cheek in her hand, her fingers brushing along the rough stubble lining his jaw.

“And I will never be able to let another man touch me, Darayavahoush,” she'd replied, her stomach curdling at the very thought. Dara had sucked in a breath, his muscles tensing as he'd imagined running his hands across her bare skin. But then he'd taken a step away from her.

“But you need to continue the Nahid bloodline,” he'd told her, his voice losing its resolve as his eyes continued to rove over her body hungrily. X had taken a step forward, quickly closing the distance he'd tried to put between them.

“I'm not going to let anyone else touch me, Dara,” she'd replied stubbornly, “even if you won't. I don't ever want anyone else to have me but you.” She'd let her eyes trail over his hollow cheeks then, his angled jaw, his wide lips. Then she'd brushed her thumb across his bottom lip, her mouth watering at how soft it felt against her skin. His eyes had darkened as she'd brought her mouth closer to his, his pupils growing with lust even as he'd stayed frozen in position, waiting.

“You're my Afshin, Darayavahoush,” she'd whispered, her warm breath grazing his lips teasingly. “And I am your Banu Nahida. Aren't you supposed to look after me? To cherish me and make sure I am well taken care of?”

He'd clenched his fists, his entire body heating up with desire as she'd smiled against his lips. She'd slid her fingers into his hair then, twisting the wavy strands between her fingers, and he'd parted his lips with a gasp, allowing her to slide her tongue between them and into his mouth. By God, she'd tasted sweet - sweeter than any of the desserts he and his sister would try to steal from their mother's kitchen when she wasn't looking. He'd kept his eyes open as she'd kissed him, his hands remaining frozen by his sides so he'd refrain from touching her. But he hadn't been able to stop his mouth from moving against hers, from winding his tongue around hers and licking up the sweet taste of her. Then finally, she'd pulled back and he'd found himself able to think again.

“X,” he'd breathed, his voice hoarse with desire. She'd giggled at his tone, then taken a step back, that playful grin still stretched across her rosy lips as she'd looked up at him.

“I need you, my Afshin,” X had told him, undoing her robes and slipping them off her shoulders. “Aren't you going to take care of your Banu Nahida, Dara?”

She'd let her robes pool on the ground by her feet, exposing her luscious curves to him: her delicious breasts, her hollowed waist, her rounded cheeks. Then she'd taken his hands and lifted them to her chest, letting him brush his calloused palms across her nipples. She'd shivered as he'd touched her, and he'd growled her name in response, his self-restraint hanging on by a thread at that point.

“You're so soft, jaaneman,” he'd murmured before dropping his hands down to her waist. She'd grinned at that, then dragged her finger down his throat to the collar of his tunic.

“Why don't you take this off and find out how much of me is really soft to the touch?” X had challenged him, stretching onto her toes to nip his earlobe. His jaw had tightened at her words, his breathing getting more laboured as his body begged him to give in. Then, as if he'd been in a trance, he'd pulled his clothes off, his eyes never leaving her naked form as she'd walked over to the bed.

X had lain down on her side, her silky curls tumbling over her shoulder as she'd propped herself up on her elbow. Dara had felt his heart begin to flutter as she'd let her eyes trail over him, her lips twisting with delight as she'd licked them hungrily. Then she'd curled her finger, beckoning him to her before sitting up again.

“Come here, janam,” she'd commanded him, flashing him a naughty smile as she'd pat the space in front of her. “Your Banu Nahida needs her Afshin, Darayavahoush.”

And for the rest of the night, he'd found himself incapable of doing anything besides worshipping his Banu Nahida, in exactly the way he'd been made to do.

Dara lowered himself to the bed and began pressing soft kisses to the insides of her thighs, his lips quickly making their way up to her centre. Then he pressed them to her folds and grinned as she sucked in a breath before he pulled her into his mouth. He licked and sucked on her gently, his tongue sweeping up her length to circle her nub of sensitive nerves before dragging back down to tickle her entrance. She shivered at the feeling of his mouth closed around her most intimate parts and he let out a chuckle when he felt her c*m beginning to leak into his mouth. He groaned against her in satisfaction and she shuddered again as the low rumble of his voice danced along her bones. She’d keep drifting in and out of sleep as he teased her, her brain shutting down momentarily whenever another wave of arousal hit her. He liked to take his time tasting her, the movements of his tongue always slow and appreciative as he swirled it around her vagina. X let out a whine as her body writhed helplessly, her arousal growing at the feeling of Dara’s tongue sweeping around her insides and lapping her up thirstily. Finally, he increased the pace of his movements, his tongue flicking against her walls hard and fast until her back arched off the bed and she came for him.

X frowned when she was done and gingerly hit Dara on the chest as he climbed up over her. She always looked so cute when she was annoyed with him, her lips twisting into that little pout beneath her scrunched up nose. Dara chuckled at her irritation, then bent over to begin kissing and nibbling on her neck. X sighed at the feeling of his broad chest pressing down on her and she slung her arms around his neck lazily. She scratched his back lightly, delighting in the feeling of his sinewy muscles beneath her palms, then he nipped her earlobe and she bucked her hips against his before flopping back onto the bed. X turned her head to the side and relaxed into the mattress, spreading herself out and letting Dara do whatever he wanted with her body.

“So beautiful, janam,” he murmured, brushing his lips and fingers down her torso. He squeezed her breast in his hand, then moaned against her collarbone before grazing it with his teeth. “So perfect and so delicious.” He moved his mouth lower to press soft kisses to her nipple and X bit her lip as her body stretched itself out again in response to his stimulation.

“You have such beautiful breasts, jaaneman,” Dara praised her before closing his mouth around her soft flesh to suck on it. A whimper escaped X's throat as she felt her arousal begin to seep onto her thighs again, then she giggled.

“I'm glad you like them, jaane delam: they were made for you, after all,” X joked, sliding her fingers into his hair. She let out a low moan as he circled the nipple that was in his mouth and flicked his fingers across the other. He gave her breast one last suckle, then pulled away, releasing her with a wet ‘pop’.

“You were not made for me, atashe delam (flame of my heart),” Dara informed her, his lips stretching wide as he took in her beautiful form beneath him, “but I was made for you. It doesn’t matter what you look like, I would have found you the most beautiful woman in the entire world.”

He took hold of himself then, and rubbed his length along her folds, coating his tip in her sticky juices so he could slide himself into her. X clutched onto the bedsheets and wriggled around, shifting in position to better accommodate his rapidly hardening bulk. Then she relaxed again when he'd buried himself firmly inside of her.

“And I would have loved you even if you didn't look so handsome while brooding,” X mumbled, yawning as her body contorted with delight at the feeling of him filling her up entirely. She reached a hand up to slide it along his chest, admiring the hard planes of his body, then she tugged on his shoulder, whining for him to move closer to her.

Dara chuckled at her impatience, but lowered himself on top of her and slid his tongue into her mouth when his lips landed on hers. X ran her hands all over his neck and shoulders and back as she kissed him, the movements of her fingers lazy and appreciative. Her body contracted around him, her walls squeezing his centre and begging him for more, and she whimpered at the feeling. Dara grinned and rolled his hips against hers, his hard length brushing against every inch of her walls as he stretched her out. He started slow, his thrusts deep and rhythmic as he moved himself in and out of her, then he picked up his pace and the bed began to creak beneath the force of his movements.

“Mmm … Not so loud, janam!” X warned him, curling herself around his deliciously muscled form. “Ali might hear. And then he'd never let me marry his brother and take over the kingdom.” She grinned as she said it, letting him know that she was only joking: as if she'd ever marry that useless fool - not when her heart had been so completely captured by her rough and overprotective warrior.

“Then maybe I should be louder, jaaneman,” Dara retorted, matching her tone. “I don't want you marrying that good for nothing womaniser either.” But in truth, he liked how quiet it always was between them: his low groans, her soft giggles, the tender praises that would fall from both of their lips. It was like nothing else existed in that moment but the two of them, the entire world falling away save for the luscious form of his precious little Banu Nahida beneath him.

Dara slowed down again, his thrusts careful and deliberate, his tip prodding against that one spot that always had her writhing with desperation. But it wouldn't be enough, he knew; she wouldn't be able to come unless he was hitting her hard and fast, until he was filling her up with such pleasure that her body wouldn't be able to contain it anymore. So he increased his pace again, not caring who heard them this time. X whined in protest, but then began moaning softly as her brain went numb at the feeling of him brushing up against all her most sensitive parts. Finally, her hips bucked up against his and she dug her fingers into his back as she came for him.

Dara slid his hand under her waist and held her up against him as she shuddered with pleasure, and then he was coming too, his warm seed spilling into her and filling her up entirely, making her as his. X let out a little whimper at the feeling and Dara growled as she wrapped her arms tighter around him. He lay her back down when he was done, then got up to find a towel to clean her up.

She huffed in irritation when he pulled himself out of her, her body already starting to shiver as his warmth left her. But he shushed her gently and brushed her hair away from her face as he reassured her that he'd be back soon. It wasn't long before he was settled back between her legs and wiping her down with a damp towel. X sighed at the feeling of the warm cloth against her skin, then quickly wrapped herself around Dara when he slid into the bed next to her. He laughed at the speed with which she'd attached herself to him, then readjusted their positions so she was resting more comfortably in his arms.

“I love you, janam,” X murmured, her words slurred with sleep. Dara smiled and cuddled her closer to his chest.

“I love you too, jaane delam.”

Ali tossed his keys onto the table in front of the innkeeper, his bloodshot eyes heavy with tiredness.

“Do you have any other rooms available?” he asked, taking care to keep his features covered. The innkeeper narrowed his eyes at him, studying him cautiously.

“What's wrong with your current room?” he asked him suspiciously. Ali hesitated, searching for the appropriate words.

“The walls … are a little too thin,” he replied finally, “and my neighbours are a little too loud.” The man grinned, immediately understanding his predicament. He took the keys from Ali and handed him a different set.

“I'm afraid we haven't been able to fix that particular problem just yet,” the man apologised, not looking very sorry at all. He leaned closer to Ali and his lips curled into a sly smile beneath his oiled moustache. “But we could always provide you with a little … ‘distraction’, if you'd like?”

“No thank you!” Ali replied quickly, snatching up the keys and backing away from the man. He wasn't that bothered by the sounds, if he was being really honest - they hadn't been too loud save for the occasional creaking of the flimsy bed. He just didn't want to hear those sounds coming from people he actually knew; from people he could actually imagine doing all the things that they were doing to each other. He shuddered at the thought, then headed for the stairs to go find his new dwellings. “The new room will be enough for me!”

He didn't care what the Afshin said; next time, he would be the one getting their rooms.

#darayavahoush e afshin #dara #city of brass #fanfic #fanfiction #writing prompts #writing #writers on tumblr #writeblr #writers and poets #doc holliday #tombstone

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nuwildcat · 2 years ago

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WIP Wednesday Fangs of Frost Chapter 3

Hi party people!

It’s been a while and I’m feeling in a sharing mood so I decided it was high time for another WIP Wednesday post. It’s been a particularly horny week in my little corner of the fandom, sooooo why not keep it going with the snippet as well. @luckydragon10 has once again beta’d this bad boy so that I can slip you all the next chapter tomorrow. Until then, enjoy this:

He’s not surprised when they end up in a clearing in the woods and Kinn suggests they stop to rest. Porsche has to bite his lip to not laugh at Kinn as he says this casually. He would tease the fae if he weren’t itching to get his hands on Kinn as well. He wants to see the other man fall apart again, coaxing those breathy gasps from the sidhe.

Porsche slips from Bethel and takes a quick moment to stroke her silky nose in thanks for the ride. This is his first mistake. He turns to Kinn and takes a step back at the tall fae form of the other man advancing on him rapidly. Kinn’s antlers stand proud and sharp as his beauty becomes edged, almost dangerous. Porsche’s heart thumps in his chest at the sight, but he isn’t afraid; he’s eager. His skin has been tingling the entire time they’ve been outside the cave, craving Kinn’s touch.

Kinn in all his glory charges toward him, looking like he wants to devour Porsche. Porsche is panting at the sight, wanting to reach out and draw Kinn in closer, but he doesn’t need to. As soon as Kinn can touch him, Porsche is plastered to the nearest tree, with the fae doing everything he can to imprint his tongue on the back of Porsche’s throat.

They’re frantic, pulling at clothing and grasping at each other. Porsche buries his hand in Kinn’s hair, only to have the move returned. Kinn using his grip to move Porsche to the exact right angle to kiss him sends shivers down Porsche’s spine. The ache is growing, and all he wants is Kinn closer to him.

He manages to get Kinn’s pants loose enough to reach inside and grasp the fae’s dripping cock. Porsche gasps against Kinn’s mouth, feeling the length in his hand twitch and throb. Kinn dives in for another kiss, and Porsche is distracted from his task by the slide of lips against his own. This is his second mistake.

In his distraction, Kinn takes full advantage, grabbing his thighs and hoisting Porsche against the tree. Porsche’s brain takes a moment to catch up as he’s pinned in place by Kinn’s bulk. He feels their cocks lined up, and then Kinn rolls his hips sinfully. Porsche grasps Kinn’s back harder, needing something to ground him.

Kinn tosses him around like he weighs nothing, but Porsche is packed muscle. He’s sleek, yes, but there’s enough muscle mass to make this difficult for anyone. Kinn hadn’t even grunted with effort.

The idea of Kinn pinning him down and making him take it causes Porsche to shiver as Kinn mouths at his neck, likely leaving a mark. Porsche wants more. He’s throbbing with need, and Kinn is the only one who can slake it. The delicious roll of their hips is nice but not nearly enough.

“Kinn,” Porsche pants, pausing to groan as Kinn rolls his hips harder. “C’mon, fuck me.”

*evil cackling in the background* And that’s all you get!

For now!

💜 ‘Cat

#my fic #Fangs of Frost #FoF #Fae!Kinn #Fae Kinn #kinnporsche #kinn theerapanyakul #porsche kittisawasd #kinnporsche fanfic #kp fanfic #Fae AU #toddles back to the one shot I shouldn't be writing #I dunno what to say team #omgega kinn came out of nowhere and has me by the throat #he's got Porsche too lol

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words-and-seeds · 1 year ago

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8 from the kiss prompt for whoever you’d like hun! 💜

I know this is old as hell, but I've had this sitting in Docs forever, just trying to get the nerve up to post it.

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The moon was hanging, fat and yellow, over the bay at Clemens Point, and the rest of the gang was still singing around the fire. It was a celebration - a job concluded without a hitch, a change in luck for the Van Der Linde gang - loud, off key, and grinding to a halt from the amount of whiskey imbibed.

Jack had been hustled off to bed early on, and Jessie couldn’t help but wonder how he was managing to sleep through it all. Practice, she concluded. Lots of practice. She certainly wouldn’t be able to, no matter how hard she tried.

But she was going to try.

She was still new, still an unknown element to the rest, and she had a long way to go to prove herself. All of Sean’s praise and commendation hadn’t gone far, but the job she had scoped out for the next day would go a long way. Provided she could pull it off. If she did, it would put a fat wad of cash into the coffers everyone was so worried about, not to mention her own pocket. If she didn’t...well, she wouldn’t be around to hear anyone say ‘I-told-you-so.’

It took a minute to get off the log she’d been using as a chair. Maybe the world was a little blurry around her, but she thought she would be able to make it to the lean-to and cot she had taken as her own. Two minutes later when she was leaning heavily against a tent, struggling to keep herself upright, she thought a bit differently.

“You alright?”

She couldn’t place the voice, not at first. Not until she shifted to glance over her shoulder.

Arthur Morgan.

The gang’s main muscle. And aside from a hard look and a few sarcastic words tossed in her direction after Sean’s effusive praise, he hadn’t much to say to her. Which was a damn shame, Jessie thought, because the man had a face that made her lady parts sing, and a body to match.

It took a minute, but when he continued to sit and stare, with one hand on his belt buckle in a way that couldn’t help but draw her eyes, Jessie realized that she still hadn’t answered. She nodded.

“Need some help?”

Before she could shake her head, he went on, “only, that’s my tent you’re hanging off, and I’d like to get some sleep.”

She made a valiant attempt to stand on her own, only to topple, and would have hit the ground, hard, if his arms hadn’t closed around her.

He scooped her up, and if she swooned, Jessie reasoned, it was only because she was slightly more tipsy than she realized and not because he hoisted her around like she weighed no more than a pillow.

The trek from his tent to hers seemed to last forever, but at the same time, it seemed only an instant later that he was setting her on her bed. She was sitting up, swaying slightly, as he worked at the little black buttons on her boots. When he cursed, mostly under his breath, and jerked her foot away from the cot, she fell back onto her hands.

“Y’know, you look pretty good down there,” she told him, delighting in the way the tips of his ears turned red, and his bad tempered grumbling as he fussed with her boots.

“Goodnight, Mr. Morgan. Sweet dreams.” Jessie leaned up to press her lips against his whiskered cheek, but her aim was woefully off. Instead of his cheek, her lips brushed his.

For just one moment, everything seemed to crystalize around him.

He froze, but Jessie was already sinking back into the cot, the embrace lasting no more than a second. He remained right where he was, crouched down next to her cot, for another moment before he rose. He pulled the blankets up around her before he stomped out of the lean-to, muttering under his breath about “damn fools”.

He wasn’t sure if he was talking about himself or her.

#rdr2 #rdr2 fanfic #arthur morgan x oc #oc: jessie

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weregreatatcrime · 1 year ago

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I NEED TO TALK ABOUT RISE MIKEY'S HANDS

I Love Love Love everyone writing him with nerve damage after the portal. It's amazing and some folks really do their research

It also hits fucking hard, as I also used to be a very active artist before losing function to my hands due to nerve issues and tremors. I'm having to retrain my hands lately to draw again. It's been two years and the first year I couldn't hold a pencil without throwing it.

So maybe it's entirely too therapeutic to think about Rise Mikey having to have compression gloves to help the shakes and tremors. They also help with the aches that go deep into the bones and joints. Learning to hold a pencil again is hard. It hurts. It takes him practice and patience and lots of love and support from his family.

Maybe drawing is too much. Fine motor functions are hard to do when your hands don't listen to you properly. You have to learn how to write as a kid, not just learn how, but you train your muscles as a kid. And it hurts! Training muscles hurts. Training the fine motor muscles, that require much more effort and concentration, is harder.

So maybe pencils and pens and markers is a bad idea. They need too much precision. Maybe charcoals or oil or chalk pastels are a struggle because they're either too small to hold or they snap in his fingers. They also need lots of little details, little smudges, little movements that are hard to control. One wrong twitch and a charcoal piece can be ruined.

Spraypainting? Oh gods no. That's both way too much muscle to use and too much arm control needed- you have to support and control your entire arm to aim it and that is a huge no with tremors that shake up your arms.

Painting is hard. You have to do detail work carefully and you can't unmix something once you've started. But if you relax, if you stop worrying, if you let yourself be bad... painting is still possible. So painting is a start.

He'd need grips, need something to wrap around the brushes to hold onto them easier. And he definitely doesn't make anything too great while practicing. But practice is practice and he can use this. Work on the ability to hold the brushes first. Get his brothers to help pour out his pallets- the first time he tries and pours half a bottle of paint across the table he cries. But once he has a start, he can go anywhere from there

He has to pace himself or end up going days without being able to use his hands. Push too far and they'll shake and cramp in pain. But pace himself, rest, stretch- do so many stretches- and bit by bit he'll bring himself back

The first time he tried to draw and tossed a pencil he cries. The first time he has the courage to pick the pencil back up afterwards is a whole different challenge. But he's got it.

#brb just making myself cry #my hands hurt from drawing something GOOD for the first time in two years #but I'm proud of myself #and i wish i had more people to celebrate that with me #but i feel good just thinking about mikey hitting these milestones and celebrating with his bros #theyre giving me courage to try just thinking about it #brb off to cry myself to sleep #my stuff #my writing #tmnt rise #tmnt 2018 #rise michelangelo #rise mikey

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idlebeks · 11 months ago

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Masterlist of SVSSS Fic Recs

Updated Sept 2024. Mix of all ratings and themes. All Lou Binghe/Shen Yuan. A couple WIP but mostly completed works. This fandom truly is a treasure trove of great fic.

right from the start, I gave you my heart by nex_et_nox

"Bro, you know how many words I wrote per day, and how many plants I created!” Shang Qinghua whines. "I can't remember them all, it's impossible."

Shen Qingqiu narrows his eyes. "It was used with Wife #418.”

"That doesn't narrow it down any further. I'm not going to be able to guess it, so stop punishing me and just tell me how the flower nerfed you."

“A false dragonhead is also called an obedient plant. It’s in the name—the flower forces you to do whatever you're told," Shen Qingqiu spits out.

or: Shen Qingqiu runs afoul of one of Airplane's stupid wife-plot devices...just before a mission to Jinlan City.

stuffed with fluff (and blood and bones and rage) by nyoomerr

Unfortunately, Luo Binghe can't do anything about it - within these dreams, Luo Binghe is stuck within the body of a doll.

second-hand alibis by nex_et_nox

Please please please don't let it be someone who Bingge violently murders.

Though given the fact that he's a man in PIDW, his chances are already skewed, and not in his favor. Ugh.

[Bound Role: Shen Yuan, Rogue Cultivator. Weapon: the sword Heng Li. Starting B-points: 100.]

or: Shen Yuan transmigrates as a rogue cultivator, one completely unconnected to any canon characters or events. Right, System? Right?

Type Casting by pallas_rose

…though would life in the harem be so bad?

says the shadow by tciddaemina

Luo Binghe wakes up to the heavy, suffocating feeling that something is wrong.

The woodshed looks as it always has. Nothing has changed.

Everything has changed.

Luo Binghe's shizun has a qi deviation and the thing left afterwards isn't Shen Qingqiu.

Shen Yuan's School for Unrepentant Assholes by TGP

Meanwhile, Luo Binghe is just caught up in the wake of both of them and trying not to be dragged under.

dreaming you the same sun in a different place by JRaylin441

[Activating: Bonus Chapter – In Another Life]

[We notice that you are searching for someone. Would you like to accept the bonus chapter mission In Another Life in order to reunite with User: Shen Yuan, Bound Role: Shen Qingqiu?]

Shen Qingqiu disappears. Luo Binghe isn't going to let that stand.

Written for a Gotcha for Gaza prompt "Luo Binghe sucking Shen Yuan's dick (any dynamic)" from an anonymous prompter

Lotus Seeds by Anonymous

Upon transmigrating into the body of a xianxia antagonist destined to die after being gruesomely tortured, Shen Yuan decides he won't give in to the demands of the System to meekly accept his fate. Instead, he runs away. (WIP)

High Mountain, How I Long by Minimalistless

Shen Qingqiu, after enduring his trial, is placed into Luo Binghe’s custody at Huan Hua Palace.

Tarnished Gold by Prim_the_Amazing

Becoming emperor of the cultivation world will start with a first step as small and basic as becoming Head Disciple of Huan Hua Palace. For that, he must steal the position away from the current Head Disciple. Luo Binghe will sabotage, upstage, and completely and utterly best him.

The road to destroying everything and everyone who has ever wronged him, to becoming the highest ruler so that no one will ever have the right to control him ever again - it will start as simply as ruining Gongyi Xiao’s life.

Compared to everything else he’s already done, this should be easy.

Luo Binghe brings all his skills of cunning and brutality to bear on Gongyi Xiao, Head Disciple of Huan Hua Palace Sect. It… doesn’t go too well for him.

prophets on hold by nex_et_nox

Luo Binghe led the charge in the trial against Shen Qingqiu in < Proud Immortal Demon Way >. By all rights, the concept of a trial shouldn’t even be a glimmer in anyone’s eye until Shen Qingqiu’s blackened lotus has crawled his way out of the hell Shen Qingqiu tossed him in.

So why is Shen Qingqiu wrapped in immortal binding cables and locked away in the Huan Hua Water Prison?!

[or: Luo Binghe is precisely one (1) year late getting out of the Abyss. This does not put a halt on anyone else's plans.]

Starstruck by Camorra

His phone buzzes again and Shen Yuan scoops it up irritably. It’s another message from DemonHeart.

DemonHeart: you seem to be a Luo Binghe fan

DemonHeart: we can get you access to him

Shen Yuan scowls.

PeerlessCucumber: do I look like I was born yesterday?

The response is instantaneous. A picture pops up on screen. Shen Yuan vaguely recognizes the woman that plays the drums, still in full stage makeup. Next to her, arm slung around her waist, is a face Shen Yuan would know anywhere. Luo Binghe, giving a wry smile to the camera.

DemonHeart: he’s a fan, you know

PeerlessCucumber: where exactly would we be meeting

Immortal Lamb Crusader Way by Mikkeneko

Shen Yuan finds himself transmigrated into the last video game he played before his death -- the dungeon-delving, cult-building anthro hit game of the year, Immortal Lamb Crusader Way. Much to his dismay he finds himself in the role of the BBEG, the God of Death, He Who Waits -- Shen Qingqiu! Is there any way he can guide the protagonist, Luo Binghe, to level-up and victory without falling victim himself to the Lamb Crusader's blade?

And why does he want to pet the Lamb's fleecy head so badly? He's not a furry, okay! He's not!

The Scum Villain's Second Save File by the-night-gods-moon (HelloMyNameIsAlias)

Shen Qingqiu and Shang Qinghua's shroom scheme falls through in a big way, and Shen Yuan is forced to re-transmigrate into another world that revolves around half-demons and messy, convoluted romances. Good thing he's an expert!

anachronism of the moment by plutoisgay

daemon au that follows Shen Yuan through his transmigration and life in PIDW

Shen Yuan transmigrates to a world of demons, harem-politics, and the ineffable notion of being perceived. His daemon, at least, seems to share his concerns.

We Are Not Wise by Boomchick, Suzoomie

When Shen Qingqiu drew Shen Yuan’s soul sword, it felt like being burned from the inside out. The fire wasn’t cruel, but it was still fire—hot and destructive, searing the softest pieces of him.

When Binghe’s fingers touch the hilt, he is ready for pain.

Transmigrated into a version of Proud Immortal Demon Way where cultivators manifest their own souls into spiritual weapons, Shen Yuan finds himself sort of kind of…accidentally blackmailing Shen Qingqiu into taking him on as a disciple before Luo Binghe joins the sect.

That should give Shen Yuan plenty of opportunities to make sure nothing goes wrong for his favorite protagonist, right? RIGHT!?

A story of twists, turns, hope, despair, and soul swords. Written for the Bingqiu Reverse Minibang 2023, illustrated and conceptualized by the incredible Suzu!

Protagonist Rehabilitation Programme by cinnamonsnaps

(oh my god they were roommates)

"Thank you, valued user, for accepting the Protagonist Rehabilitation Programme. Your task: Ensure the protagonist's happiness."

Shen Yuan is convinced that his favouri... least favourite novel's main protagonist isn't really happy. He has babes, money and power, but does he have any friends?

Cue the system handily dropping Demon King Luo Binghe into his bedroom. Can Shen Yuan make him happy before the timer runs out?

(90% light-hearted comedy, 10% existential horror and fear because this is the OG PIDW Binghe we're talking about)

Can't we just skip to the end? by chaoticgoodlawyer

When it was all said and done, Shen Qingqiu comforted himself that the end of the plot meant that, surely, all major events were out of the way. They were firmly in HEA territory and he could relax a little. Right? Right.

A year and a half into his marriage to the protagonist, he cursed himself for a fool when he woke next to a Luo Binghe from ten years in the past.

Meanwhile, a recently transmigrated Shen Yuan struggled to retain what little face he had when confronted with an overgrown, disturbingly gorgeous demon lord claiming to be his husband. Which is impossible, because he’s straight, the most hetero heterosexual to exist. System? A little help here??

Series

Sit With Your Soul by Tossawary

The original Shen Qingqiu suffers a severe deviation that unsettles his daemon, transforming them into a childish and inconstant creature, too curious and without any memories of the life that has made him so bitter. His soul is now unrecognizable to him and everyone can see his humiliation.

Shen Yuan isn't exactly happy to have transmigrated into Proud Immortal Demon Way at all, much less as this doomed scum villain's daemon.

A His Dark Materials Fusion AU. Knowledge of HDM not required.

Series

Celestial Afterglow by elanor_pam

Shang Qinghua, also known as Airplane Shooting Towards the Sky, stared flatly at what had once been a field boasting near sect-level Feng Shui alignment, and the drowned, bloated remains of the Sun and Moon Dew Flower cuttings that had sprouted within it. Their plan was now quite literally a wash.

If only he could consult Cucumber Bro on how to save Cucumber Bro! But in the absence of Cucumber Bro, he could but rely on the one plot coupon the infamous Peerless Cucumber had ever applauded.

Tongfang by The Feels Whale (miscellea)

Shen Yuan is reincarnated as a cannon fodder character and eventual murder victim in one of the whodunnit arcs in Proud Immortal Demon Way. Things escalate quickly.

Or: that one where young Luo Binghe’s career goal is ‘Bride’.

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Shen Yuan shut his eyes as a young man waiting to die in a hospital and opened them again as a wrinkly infant covered in substances best left unimagined.

[Welcome to the System! The System is based on the concept ‘YOU CAN YOU UP. NO CAN NO BB.’ We hope to provide you with a rewarding experience. It is our sincere hope that during the course of your adventure, you can achieve your desire to transform a ‘Stupid Novel’ into a high-end and impressive classic. We pray for your happiness,] a mechanical and inflectionless voice announced over the general hubbub of the group of women handling him. Then it added, somewhat more worryingly, [Error.]

In Service by x_los

Emperor Luo Binghe goes looking for a Shen Yuan of his own. The one he finds has yet to fully ripen, but Luo Binghe is used to turning adversity into advantage.

Every Binghe/ge deserves a Happy Ending [buy one SY, get one free] by Shireyaki

You can have a Shen Yuan

YOU can have a Shen Yuan

WE ALL CAN HAVE A SHEN YUAN

Scum Villain AUs by Feynite

Various random alternate universe fics.

Includes:

Supervillain AU

Genderswap AU

Hades & Persephone AU

Dragon Monster AU

Mermay AU

Free Guy AU

& Many More!

Into the Abyss by esama

In which Shen Yuan pisses the System off and it sends him straight into the Endless Abyss.

Four years later, Shen Qingqiu does the same to Luo Binghe.

Fruiting Body by Calamity Butterfly (Calamity_Butterfly)

“A new body? What has my Shizun done?” Luo Binghe asks mildly.

“Oh, I died again, didn’t I? This time, I died saving you from a qi deviation brought on by that sword,” Shen Qingqiu answers, stroking the caps of the trembling mushrooms still pressed up against his sides. “I suspected I was going to die so I prepared a new body, just in case. But it’s taking a long time to remember myself, and I’m not sure I want to go back once I do.”

Shen Qingqiu awakens in the Sun and Moon Dew Flower body, more fungal than human, and networked into a vast, sentient mycelial network. His new body is more complicated than he anticipated. Luo Binghe finds him, and that is also more complicated than he anticipated.

The Many Trials and Tribulations of Ming Fan by The Feels Whale (miscellea)

Ming Fan just wants to get through ONE supervised night hunt without this happening.

Or: the one where Shen Qingqiu continues to be attractive to people who aren’t Luo Binghe and Liu Qingge. It's a problem.

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“Da-shixiong.” Ning-shimei’s groan was barely audible to anyone who didn’t have a cultivator’s enhanced senses. To him and the rest of their assembled siblings, though, it rang out like a bell. The only one who didn’t notice was Shizun. He was up ahead and deep in conversation with the Lord who’d summoned them to investigate a series of local disappearances.

“I saw,” Ming Fan sighed. “Eyes front. Everyone knows their roles.”

Frankly, he’d been braced for this moment since he’d asked around about the family hosting them for the duration of this investigation. He’d discovered that they had two marriage-aged daughters in the household, neither of whom were engaged.

Loaded God Complex, Cock It And Pull It by Camorra

There were three things of which Shen Yuan was absolutely certain.

The first, that Luo Binghe was an irredeemable jackass.

The second, there was a part of Luo Binghe, and Shen Yuan didn't know how large, that wanted Shen Yuan dead for trussing him like a pig and dumping him on his own front porch.

And the third, that Shen Yuan was unconditionally and irrevocably in love with Luo Binghe.

P S Y C H !

omg they were roommates by smellslikecitrus

Shen Yuan was a normal chemistry major. What did he do to deserve getting booted into his least-favorite novel?!

Silver lining: Binghe makes really, really good food.

Plastromancy by x_los

"One night, Luo Binghe notices something odd about the way his blood is pooling on the floor of the woodshed."

A twelve year old Luo Binghe meets his Other Shizun.

AQ by x_los

Before he rose to captaincy, Shen Yuan attended a briefing given to all command level officers in Star Fleet that outlined the scope of the Q threat. According to Admiral Picard's report, the omnipotent Q are devious, amoral, unreliable, irresponsible and definitely not to be trusted.

Orphaned stowaway Luo Binghe doesn't even know he is one.

Living With a Tiger by x_los

Shen Yuan has been engaged to Emperor Luo Binghe from almost the hour of his birth. He grows up knowing his place in the world exactly; he is far less certain of his place in his betrothed's guarded affections.

Scum Villain's Accidental Romance System by BurnerAccount

Shen Qingqiu has accepted that yes, this is a novel. And yes, it is going to have stupid plot points that he can (probably) do nothing about. His inevitable, horrible fate is his most probable future - but hey, it's at least a ways off yet, right?

A Stallion novel has stupid tropes, but he's 100% - no, 1000% sure, that these aren't in the standard package.

Anyways, Stan Shen Qingqiu by x_los

Millennial vs Gen Z? Shen Qingqiu wishes.

A young transmigrator has a new idol; Shen Qingqiu is very tired

How To Stop Being Strung Along By A Guy & Get What You Deserve: 5 Steps to a Serious Relationship! by x_los

'Madam Meiyin said: “Milord’s fated lover pays very little attention to others. But the moment they come to care about someone, they will care with their entire heart and soul.”'

Shen Yuan transmigrates into Proud Immortal Demon Way with a firmly-tied red string of fate. It takes Luo Binghe roughly two hours to notice this.

The Favourite by x_los

Demonic Emperor Luo Binghe's reputation precedes him. It's just not very accurate.

I Wish You Were My Husband by Feynite

AU based on The Dreamer in the Spring Boudoir (familiarity with that story's not required).

Wherein Shen Yuan transmigrates into a harem intrigues romance novel (gay edition), Yue Qingyuan really fucks up, Liu Qingge is not suitable for his job, and no one even remotely sees Luo Binghe coming.

Always the Light Falls by Letters2Elvinscend

Growing up is hard. Living up to your mother's expectations is harder. Realizing your Shizun is actually kind of hot is damn near impossible.

System Temporarily Unavailable, Please Don't Abuse The Substitute! by Asymptotical

The System has to go bail another System's world out of a plot crisis.

It told them that its Host would notice, but did they listen? Of course not.

We Never Dreamed These Walls by straightforwardly

When Luo Binghe falls into the Endless Abyss, he accidentally pulls Shen Qingqiu down with him.

#svsss fic recs #bingqui fic recs #dont forget to feed the authors

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no1frogfan · 2 years ago

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Picking Iwaizumi up from the airport

Picking the Haikyuu boys up from the airport - Iwaizumi Hajime

Word count: ~500 Some sexually suggestive language, GN reader

Note: Does anyone else get super horny after flights? No? Only me? >> Another Haikyuu boy airport scenario, this time with my fave beefcake

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Your boyfriend looks like he’s ready to murder someone. His fists are clenched, muscles rippling beneath his tracksuit as he stomps out of the terminal. You laugh to yourself. Hajime has the worst luck on flights. He’s always trapped near a crying baby, or next to someone wearing really strong perfume, or getting his knees crushed by the person reclining in front of him, or something. His normally calm features are wrenched into a deep scowl. If this were a scene in a film, you imagine there would be legions of screaming people fleeing before him as he tramples through the city. It wasn’t far from reality, actually, as you watch folks scurry out of his path.

“Iwa!” You rush toward him, waving. “Hajime!”

Iwaizumi’s head whips around. His furious expression melts into a tired smile when he catches sight of you. He adjusts his duffel bag with one hand and holds out his other arm as you run into his embrace.

“Missed you,” you croon in his ear as he effortlessly picks you up and spins you around. You turn to kiss his jaw before burying your face in his shoulder.

“Missed you too, baby,” he mumbles, inhaling the scent of your shampoo. “The flight sucked.”

“Unlucky again, huh?” You giggle as you step back.

“You don’t even know the half of it!” He laments. You laugh and interlace your fingers with his as you lead him to the car, listening sympathetically while he complains about his trip back from California.

“That sounds like a nightmare. Sorry babe,” you say soothingly when you arrive at your parking spot.

Iwaizumi heaves an exhausted sigh as he haphazardly tosses his bag into the trunk. “It wouldn’t have been so bad if you’d come with me. I hate being away from you for so long.”

“I know babe, me too. Why don’t we have a date night tonight?” You suggest, hoping to cheer him up. “We can get takeout from that place with the really good agedashi tofu and watch whatever you want. I’ll even watch volleyball and not complain about it.”

He steps behind you as you close the trunk and wraps his sturdy arms around your waist. “Mmm… That sounds almost perfect,” he murmurs in your ear, “but I think I’m going to need a special appetizer first, and extra dessert too.” He pulls you against his chest and his warmth seeps into your back. You lean into him, head lolling back to rest against his shoulder. He trails his lips along the base of your neck, drawing out a soft moan.

“Hajime! Wait until we get home,” you scold breathlessly. He grumbles, reluctantly letting go and getting into the car.

He gives you a pointed look as you slip into the driver’s seat. “You’d better step on it then.” His voice is hoarse and demanding. “I’ll pay for the speeding ticket.” A shiver of anticipation runs up your spine as you start the engine.

#iwaizumi x reader #iwaizumi hajime #haikyuu x reader #hq x reader #haikyuu #haikyuu fluff #froggy scribbles

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littleoanh · 2 years ago

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Hi lovely! I hope you're well, feel free to ignore or delete this idea if it doesn't fancy you <3

I've been on major rindou and ran brain rot lately and was wondering if you'd be comfortable writing a fluff idea about them coming home stressed out, and reader seeing how tired they are decide to try helping them relax? Like drawing them a warm bath, washing their hair for them, making them a comfort meal, massaging their backs! (If you don't feel comfortable writing for both that's perfectly ok! Smut can be added as well if you're OK with it)

Thank you for reading this lovely! Drink water

-Mouzee :)

A/N: Hi Mouzee!! UMMMMMMM I can never ignore a request about Ran and/or Rin Haitani. My brain rots because of them. All the time. Also this idea is very cute and I am definitely comfortable writing this :). I need a little break from my current writing projects … I swear my brain comes up with so many ideas that sometimes it’s hard to write it all down perfectly!! And thank you so much for reminding me to drink water! I always need reminders, I am very bad at remembering to drink water. Hope you enjoy reading :D

Love Me Like You Do

Characters: Ran Haitani x fem!Reader, Rin Haitani x fem!Reader (separate)

Warnings: Fluff, a bit of cursing, kisses, and smut (face sitting, sucking on tits, cockwarming, and unprotected sex)

Like, reblogging, and kind comments are appreciated.

You hear the front door open which prompt you to look to see Ran coming in with a tired expression. “Welcome home.” You greet him with a bright smile, he mumbles ‘thanks.’ Uh oh, you know he is in a bad mood and usually it’s best to leave him alone. However, you want to do something about it this time. You hate when he’s feeling like this. “Are you going to lie down?”

“Yeah, I’m going to take a nap.” He uses one hand to untie his tie while walking towards your shared bedroom. You follow him behind, he tosses his blazer and tie on the side before plopping onto the bed. He closes his lilac eyes, sleeping on his stomach and relaxes his body. This was the perfect opportunity to do it. You quietly climb on the bed, straddling on his back. “What are you doing?” He tiredly asks you.

“Shh, just relax and go to sleep. Let me take care of you.” You start massaging the back of his neck, you can practically feel how stiff his muscles are. My poor baby, you continue to massage out his muscle stiffness. You move onto his shoulders and massage them nice and firmly. He lets out a deep sexy moan, fuck that was hot. Your cheeks are burning, no no need to focus!

You strategically work your way down to his lower back, while Ran is relaxing in your touch. He loves how well you are taking care of him, enjoying this massage. You have been massaging him for about 15 minutes, until he grabs your hand to stop you.

“What’s wrong?” You have a worried expression, were you hurting him? His body turns halfway for you to meet his devilish smirk.

“Nothing’s wrong, baby. I just want to flip over.”

“Oh okay.” You climb off of him to have him be on his back. “Do you want me to massage your arms?” You offer so innocently, Ran smirk widens.

“No, but I do want you to do something that will help relax me.”

“What is it?” You are eager to do anything that will help him.

“Take off your bottoms and sit on my face.” Your eyes widen, sitting on his face makes you feel so exposed and shy. But, you are determined to help him de-stress and if doing this makes him feel better, so be it. You climb off of him, taking off your shorts and panties. Nervously, you are straddling close to his face and he darkly chuckles.

“That’s my good girl. God, your pussy looks so delicious. Did you get wet massaging me?” Your cheeks turn red, unable to answer him. “Tell the truth. If you don’t I will deny your orgasm all night.” His sadistic smile appears on his handsome face.

“Yes.” You answer him shyly.

“Good girl for telling the truth. I can feel the heat of your pussy when I moan.” His hands grab the plush of your perfect ass. He leans in to smell your delicious aroma, you couldn’t help but to whimper. “I want you to grind against my tongue,” His lilac eyes feverishly look into yours, “can you do that for me?”

“Ye-yes.” Ran sticks his warm tongue out to taste your sweet cunt. Your legs start to shake, he smacks his ass to remind you to grind. You start grinding against his tongue, but when you do that your bundle of nerve tingles. When you grind on him, his nose is hitting your clit. You need more. You became more enthusiastic with your rhythm and Ran is all for it. You let out those adorable moans that he loves hearing. He laps your pussy more aggressively, you feel the familiar knot in your stomach. “Oh fuck, I’m about to cum. Please please please let me cum.” He squeezes your ass and pulls you harder onto his face, bringing so much intensity. You let out a pornographic scream while cumming hard on his face. He enjoys every second of this and licks up all your pussy juices has to offer.

You come back down from your high and move away from his face, Ran looks so much more relaxed. Mission accomplished. “You are amazing, baby.” He praises you, you climb off of him and he pulls you into him. He captures your lips, having you taste yourself on his tongue. His hands suggestively roam on your body. He pulls away from you with a soft expression, “Thank you for de-stressing me.”

“Of course, babe. I want to help you any way I can.”

“The massage is very nice but tasting you makes everything better.” He adoringly kisses your forehead. “So maybe next time, just climb on my face.” He said in a teasing tone and you laughed.

“You are such a perv.”

“You love this perv.” Ran says as he closes his eyes slowly start to close and pull you into his chest.

“Yeah I do.” You kiss the pulse on his neck and sleep inside of his loving arms.

You jump when you hear the front door slam and hear Rin letting out a string of curses. Oh no, he’s stressed, you knew immediately what to do. You sprang into action, you hurriedly walked into your shared bathroom and started drawing a bath for him. You added the best bath salts and essential oils you can find in the cabinet. The bedroom door opens, Rin looks inside the bathroom to find you waiting for him.

“Welcome home, honey.” You give him a soft smile, “Your bath is almost ready. Come change out of your clothes.”

Rin doesn’t need to be told twice, he strips out of his pants suit and walks over to the bathtub. He climbs into the bathtub and slides down into the warm water and lets out a content sigh. Rin loves how well you know him and how to make him feel better, his stoic lilac eyes trails on your body when you start stripping. You grab his shampoo and then step into the tub with him.

You straddle his legs, then your hand searches for his semi hard cock. You rub his cock against your slit and he moans with his head leaning back. You slowly sink down on his now hardened cock, feeling the burn of the stretch but you didn’t mind. Rin’s girthy cock always makes you feel so full.

“Come here, Rin Rin.” You open your arms for him to lean forward, he starts sucking your breasts.

While his tongue is rolling your nipple around, you start washing his hair and giving him a head massage. He moans, feeling so relaxed by your nurturing touch. The way your gummy walls hug his cock, your bountiful breasts are soft like pillows, and your hands are magical. “Fuck baby, you make me feel so good.” Rin continues to place hickeys all over your tits.

“You make me feel good too.” You teasingly grind your hips on his cock and he let out a low moan. “Hold still, baby.” You grab the small shower head and rinse off his lathered hair. You made sure it doesn’t get into his beautiful lilac eyes. Rin wraps his arms and lays on your breasts while waiting patiently for you to be done. “All done-”

Rin wasted no time by sealing your lips and pulling you into a deep hungry kiss. He changes his position to be on his knees and for you to be holding onto the sides of the bathtub. “Think you can hold on?”

“Is that a challenge?” You daringly bet him. Rin animalistically fucking you hard, hitting your g spot was no problem for him. You are letting out screams, feeling the intensity. The waters are splashing out of the tub, making a mess on the floor. Rin loses himself in pleasure, gripping your hips hard and pounding you over and over again. “Feels so fuckin good, so so good.” Your tits are bouncing hard that drives Rin insane.

He feels your soaking wet cunt squeezing his dick hard, you are about to climax soon. “Cum for me.” Rin’s eyes are smoldering and his authoritative voice made you cum so hard that it practically made your eyes roll back. He holds your body up, knowing you are high with pleasure and that your arms would feel like jelly.

After you came back down from your high, you didn’t realize Rin wraps you up in a towel and carries you in his strong arms like a princess to your shared bed. “Honey?” You are in a bit of a daze.

“I got you.” He softly lays you down on the bed. “Are you feeling alright?” Rin grabs your hand and lightly gives you kisses on your knuckles.

“I’m fine baby, but what about you?” His eyebrows arched in confusion.

“What about me?”

“Did you finish?” Rin shakes his head no, your eyes widened.

“I can still go again, if you want-” You are about to spread your legs for him again but Rin stops you.

“Don’t worry about me, just rest up. You are lightheaded from the heat.” Rin softly rubs your head to relax you.

“No but you’re stressed and this was supposed to be all about you.” Rin’s face deadpans.

“Stupid, sex is not supposed to be one sided.” His face leans down close to your heated face. “I already feel de-stressed because of your love.” Rin softly kisses your face. “I don’t need to fuck to make me feel better. I just need you.” He leans his head against yours. “Do you understand?”

“Yes.”

“Good.” He tenderly kisses your forehead. “I’m going to get you some water.” He is about to walk out the room until you call out his name. Rin turns back to look at you.

“I love you.” His lips quiver upwards.

“I love you more.”

[End]

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