#nsfwwww

[rippedstitch-s]

choke for lee

choke .   intimately  wrap  your  hands  around  my  muse’s  throat .

@leemalkovich

One thing always leads to another.

It's Chekov's Gun. If you settle Asa on the sofa by Lee, at some point, at some time, he will end up in his lap. It's cause and effect - it's magnetism that draws his arse to that particular warm seat.

But it's pure, delicious hunger this time around.

And innocent sitting must turn to sin. Comfortable lounging pants are shoved down in a fervor and he's drowning in Lee instead of the pages of his own book.

And his love's words, his chapters, are so much more engaging.

A love letter in his eyes, a eulogy under his tongue, a sonnet between two warm bodies as he fills Asa in a way that only he can.

Thunderous pleasure that strikes a match against the coal of Asa's eyes, and moans turn to growls. The tender pitch of tattooed hips heightens, the teeth bite and snatch and take. He's not sure whose.

Asa finds, sometimes, he likes the view from on top.

Two inked hands slide from broad chest and up. Thumbs trace that bobbing adam's apple and fingertips curl. That beautiful neck, straining muscle... and kisses turn wheezy and breathless.

Symphonic, really.

The roll of Lee's hips becoming more turbulent only fuels it all, as hands clench, as black stares into black, and the place they are joined padlocks their gazes together. Unbreakable metal.

Only when the gasp of orgasm hits and the stuttering thrusts go slower, shaky, languid does Asa's grip finally slacken.

Poetry.

[ophstars]

nsfw !!!

so am I the only one whose main purpose for shifting is to pounded? Like, obviously, I wanna do cutesy shit with my s/o and be all romantic, but I also wanna get my shit SMASHED. My guts rearranged and to experience the most back-arching orgasm ever. Like, my sexually frustrated ass can not wait to be doing the most depraved, down-bad shit with my s/o (I can not tell you how flipping excited I am to feel her fingers inside me ☺️)

[pedrospatch]

and his fingers are so thick

idk who you are non but I am convinced you are trying to kill me today 💀

[rippedstitch-s]

Asa's head is dropped against the bed with a huff as Javier teases him. "'m always Irish, love." He murmurs with a breathless chuckle, watching the other start reaching for his nightstand. The illustrator already knows what he's looking for, and the lubricant is exactly where Javier thinks it is.

He has. Is Javier calling him lonely? Touch-starved? Regardless, it's true. He can't fault him for it. He shifts into the hand that runs over him, biting his lip.

Onto his knees... he does so, carefully. Vulnerable again, rested in a position with his arse on display for the other. Pleading.... right.

A bit of shyness takes over, but it's true- Asa's needy, desperate. Wants another warm body against him, wants the sweaty haze of sex. He murmurs, "Please, love..." He swallows thickly.

It's no secret how hard he is. How his body quivers as he keeps himself positioned up. He hates how hard it is to look over and see him. But the anonymity might be better, in the long run. Still, he aches. "I need you t'shag me. Please..." His voice is still shy, husky against blankets. "Want... your cock, please..."

.

At least he can't accuse the other of beating around the bush, he supposes, or getting cold feeted. Not that he expected the latter. He still doesn't know what the fuck this man does for the Syndicate but quite frankly, right now this guy could be the Irish President (do they have a president ?) or the secret son of Dolly Parton for all he cares. It wouldn't change a damn thing about how he makes him feel right then.

He wants him.

He’ll have him.

But first, he wouldn't say no to that how so kind offer. Pleading. How kind indeed for Asa to play along. “It’s funny. Your accent seems to show back up when you’re really getting eager to get ruined.” He notes. It’s not the first time he notices it. He thinks it’s charming, but they’re not playing that sort of game now. His hand slows, and stills. He smiles, and leans toward the bedside table. Javier could spit on his fingers, but he suspects the other has all he needs in here…

“You’ve been using this on yourself lately, haven't you?”

Because he’s responsive to every little touch, and it has Javier wondering how long it has been since the last time.“Be a darling and get on your knees,” the bottle of lube isn't too cooperative, but Javier gets what he judges as enough onto his fingers. He rubs them together, gets them slick. His cock twitches in anticipation, and he takes a second to collect himself. One hand returns to Asa’s length, the other slips against his thigh, trails up until a finger circles around his hole. Of course, that's when Javier pauses. “We said something about pleading, I believe.”

[thereefsrot]

Reef's intro ! ! !

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Our like system name is true blue magic so that’s where my tagging system comes from

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[jinkicake]

Spring Is In The Air~

Something happens to them when the seasons change. 

Itto, Tighnari, Yae Miko, Zhongli x Reader

A/N: I wrote this like two months ago and never posted it... I’ve always wanted to try writing something like this so here is my pathetic attempt! It’s corny BUT, smutty!!! :-)

WC - 2,224

NSFWWWW // SMUTTYYY

~~~

ITTO

Itto is not subtle. Try as he might, the poor oni cannot learn the art of subtlety. His reactions always give him away to you within seconds. 

His struggle can currently be seen in the way he braces himself against the counter but still attempts to stand up straight to play it off. 

“Hey,” He sounds breathless, almost as if it is hard for him to breathe. You know he’s going to break any moment now, you can see it as his chest begins to rapidly rise and fall. His breathing quickens and all you can do is stare at his expanding chest. “I need you.”

Itto breaks every spring and putting him back together is your favorite part.

“Fuck me, fuck me!” Itto groans loudly and the sounds, one after another, fly off of the walls. He’s absolutely losing himself as you bounce on his lap, up and down while your thighs pound against his own. The pace is fast, quick, and your knees are not able to handle it alone. It’s entirely him, Itto uses the strength in his muscular arms to toss you around on his lap. His tongue hangs out of his mouth, eyes squeezed together shut all while both of your hands are wrapped around his throat. “Yes, yes, yes,” It’s almost pathetic, the way he is singing your praise and grinds down onto the mattress. He can’t get enough of the feeling, of it all. 

Itto is loud in everything that he does and he never shies away from expressing his desires. 

“I’m gonna cum so fucking hard,” He sounds entirely desperate, almost as if he is about to break into tears. You squeeze your thighs together and watch his every reaction as you clamp around him. His reaction is almost imminent. Itto’s hands on your waist squeeze you tightly as his bare nails dig into your skin as he cums with a drawn-out groan. The oni chases his high without stopping, still wildly thrusting up into you just as before. His pace then grows slower, impossibly slow as he slams into you a handful of times. There’s something final about this but, you know better. 

This is just the beginning. It takes hours to satisfy Itto, especially during the spring. 

You don’t even have the chance to catch your breath before you feel him twitching inside of you again, now hard as ever. His fast recovery is almost as quick as his reflexes. Itto pulls you off of him within a flash before mounting you from behind. 

“I’m sorry, just one more, one more, okay?” You can hear how his voice shakes in your ear but, you don’t have the chance to reply as he effortlessly slides back into you. In this position, you can hear everything, every puff of air that escapes his lips and every whimper that falls. Itto cries into your ear, tongue lapping at the surface as he moves his hips at a quick pace. “You’re fucking me so good,” 

You can almost feel him in your fucking stomach as you clamp around him but, his brutal strides feel so good. Each thrust against your bottom sends you flying and you end up face-first in the duvet. Itto keeps you still with a firm hand on your hip but, you can imagine how broken his expression must be as he groans above you. 

“One more time, one more time,”

((It’s never just one time with him.))

TIGHNARI

“(Y/N), please,” 

Hearing the forest ranger beg is something you are not used to. Tighnari never begs or yearns for your touch and attention. If he wants something, he takes it with little hesitation. 

Except when the seasons begin to change. 

When the air grows colder, something primal shifts in Tighnari. You can see it in the way his eyes soften into pools of need and how he becomes much more sensitive to the slightest touch. If you even think about touching his fingers, over his gloves, he will drop whatever is in his hands. 

Tighnari becomes reactive all over. 

“It’s happening again.” He murmurs into your ear as he presses up against your side. His tail wraps around your thigh, squeezing over and over again as he ruts into your leg. “I need you.” When Tighnari gets like this, you know it’s best to just let him take. 

“You poor thing,” Your voice is full of sympathy, perhaps a bit condescending, and it makes the forest ranger whimper. His ears flatten against the top of his head as his eyes squeeze shut in concentration. Your quiet sighs and hums only make him more delirious, Tighnari burrows his face into the crook of your neck and simply inhales. His breathing gets heavier as his messy thrusts become erratic. If he had not been holding onto you so tightly, you’re sure you would have fallen to the floor by now. 

He cums with a gasp, one that sucks the air from his lungs, and he tries to hide it by biting on your shoulder. Tighnari grits his teeth against your skin as little whimpers leave his lips, his tail rapidly thumping against your leg. His weight becomes too much and you both sink to the floor under his passion. 

That first orgasm meant nothing to him, it’s merely a warm-up. 

Tighnari can’t even bring himself to guide you to your shared bedroom, he takes you on the floor. 

He can’t help the way that he spreads your thighs and licks, running his tongue along your slit. The poor man devours it all, spitting and lapping up at whatever he can reach. His harsh sucks make you shiver and squirm but, you can’t move under the tight grip he has on your waist. 

“Ah,” Whatever Tighnari planned to say is muffled by your cunt as he shoves his tongue inside of you. He thrusts the muscle as far as he can go, ears flattened in concentration while his nose grinds against your clit. It’s as if he has become utterly consumed by you, everything about you because all he can focus on is getting his tongue in you as deep as possible. 

But then, he suddenly pulls himself off of you as if it hurts to touch you.

In the blink of an eye, Tighnari is above you, staring down while his legs get situated between your own. 

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry but, I need it,” His breathing has become erratic, eyes almost feral as he begins to heavily salivate. With his primal urges brought to the surface, you know you won’t be able to leave this position and similar ones for a few days. “I have to- I have to fuck you.” 

YAE MIKO

With the amount of time you’ve spent beside Yae Miko, you know her exceptionally well. 

You know when something begins to shift within her, almost as if it is in the air. It’s seen in the way the other shrine maidens keep their distance and in the way Miko’s fingers dance along your skin as she grabs you at any possible opportunity. She makes sure that she’s touching your bare skin, her pink nails nearly breaking it as she stands behind you. 

“I require your assistance, pet,” Her breathy voice always confirms it for you and is the tell-tale sign of when her primal urges begin to show. She drags you by your wrist to a lone room, one decorated exceptionally well with everything you could need to last for weeks. Your lover’s touch grows lighter.

“You know what I need from you.” Yae Miko stares down at you as if she is truly looking down on you, her eyes hold little interest but you know better. You can see how her finger is nearly starting to tremble and how her lips have begun to part. “Come here,” She doesn’t even have to lift a finger for you to stand in front of her, within her grasp. 

Her lips are on you without another second to spare. Immediately, it’s all tongue. She parts your lips with tight squeezes of your sides before her hands move to paw at your breasts. While letting her tongue run over your own, shoving the muscle as far down your throat as she can, she towers above you. Her moans are low and entirely full of pleasure. 

You have a belief that her urges bring out something in you, something similar because you can’t help but want to be used by her every season. 

With heavy hands, Miko pushes you to the ground forcefully on your back. She slowly lowers to her knees, watching you carefully as you pathetically stare up at her. Your lips are still part and slightly swollen because of her previous ministrations. It makes her heart stop as desire stirs in the pit of her stomach. 

She spreads your legs with her slim hands and hooks one of your thighs over her own. Your underwear is discarded in seconds by her nails and her shorts are magically on another side of the room. 

Yae Miko’s lips turn slightly upwards, almost in a mischievous grin as she presses your leg to your chest and sits on top of you. She’s hot, the touch of her skin nearly makes your eyes roll to the back of your head. An immediate roll of her hips makes you moan loudly, the feeling of her sopping cunt against your own renders you speechless. 

“How funny,” She coos but, struggles to hide back her own shakey exhales. Desire takes the forefront of her brain and all she can think about is satisfying the demanding urge in the pit of her stomach. Over and over, she presses her clit against your own and rubs at the sensitive area while roughly thrusting her hips. This is only the beginning, you’re too aware of it. 

With the way Miko is squeezing your breasts and pinching your nipple, you can’t help but anticipate the rest of her plans with you. 

ZHONGLI

After spending lifetimes with Zhongli, you still end up winded when the seasons change. 

Your husband is a dutiful man and always gives you a fair warning, a notice before something ever happens with his body. However, sometimes a warning is not nearly enough. 

It’s been days since his insides have turned into a molten heat and Zhongli has not been shy about tackling this issue with you. You’re always so good to him, let him do whatever he desires just to satisfy the annoying urges. 

Day after day, he can’t help but grow stronger about his affections. He’s a selfish man and he desperately needs more. 

“Oh, you’re-” The words can’t even leave his lips as his head tilts back, a loud moan leaves his lips. Zhongli grits his teeth painfully, grinding them down as his hand tightens in your hair. He’s not being careful and neither are you. You continue to choke on him, around him, as your spit coats his entire cock. The cool sensation makes your husband’s thighs twitch as he grunts at the feeling spreading between his legs. 

You feel incredibly lucky that his primal form has yet to take over, perhaps it won’t even show this time around. It would be nearly impossible to satisfy him with another appendage hanging between his thighs. But, the thought still makes you moan wantingly. 

“My love-” Zhongli finds it hard to speak, his balls painfully tight and it only gets worse when he sees your hand hidden between your thighs. He focuses on your fingers moving against your clit and his eyes nearly turn into slits as he focuses on the image. The realization that this brings you as much pleasure as it does him causes a guttural groan to leave his chest. “Come here,”

His voice changes, it becomes much deeper, much more commanding. Zhongli doesn’t wait for you, he roughly pulls you up to your feet before pulling you into his lap. The way he manhandles you, forcing you to sit back on his face makes your entire being light up with need. 

“Morax!” You screech as your hands press into his abdomen, his tongue doesn’t waste a second now that you’re on him. The archon presses his tongue into your cunt, thrusting in and out before running the muscle over your clit. The stimulation makes it hard to focus but, you still reach for his heavy cock. 

You grip him tightly and lick at his slit, tongue digging into the area as you hum at the taste. Zhongli’s grip on your thighs becomes stronger and he fights back with his sharp nails digging into your skin. Had you been any more focused, you would have thought he had grown claws.

Your cunt pulses around his tongue and all Zhongli can do is continue to shove the muscle inside of you. He doesn’t shy away from rubbing against your walls, no, he has his own agenda. It’s almost sick how he coaxes you to gush around him, all so he can swallow it greedily to satisfy some gut-clenching demand. 

But, he can’t help it, he also can’t help how his skin begins to turn and scales spread across his arms. He can’t help but connect with his primal side when you satisfy the very deepest desires that he has. 

[cherryxblossxms]

I JUST READ GLASYALABOLAS' H SCENE AND OOOOOH GOOD GOD I WILL NEVER BE THE SAME AGAIN. THE VISUALS, THE DESCRIPTIONS, THE WAY THIS MAN TALKS TO AND TREATS MC....

(A few visual and scene spoilers under the cut, 100% nsfwwww view at your own risk 🥵😵‍💫🔞)

The man also eats MC out like a fucking champ. The way he spreads eeeeverything to see it all, makes out between your legs, tongue fucking, etc.

But Jesus Christ the deepthroating... does it two separate times, once before fucking your brains out, and again afterwards.. gifts you a throatpie.....

And of course, the surprise gentleness after all is said and done. While his kink is necrophilia and he tells MC how he wants her body when she dies, he still tells her that it's good she's alive now and still enjoys her.

This scene changed my brain oh my god

[scoredandstoried]

Maybe it's not the sexiest thing, to be aided in walking to the bedroom. But things are different than they were. They both know that - and it's not just Oz's injury. It's the way they look at each other, and the experiences they've had in the meantime. It's all of it combined.

He drops back onto the bed and can't help an actual laugh slipping out when Ric is on top of him, kissing him. Passionate, hungry. They both need it - and Oz kisses him as if he'd die without such a thing. As fingers tuck under his shirt and splay out over his back. But the shirt's tugged off quickly and he's given an expanse of warm flesh to gaze at.

"Fuck, babe..." He whispers as he stares up at him. Every goddamn part of him fit for a museum, the way his body shifts into him and the desperate tone of that voice. Michelangelo, Bernini... they must've looked at men like Ricardo to sculpt those masterpieces.

He slips his arms out of the collared shirt and lets Ric throw it wherever. His own is marred with scars - faded but nevertheless there, ridged, mostly along his back though a few trickle over to the front, to his side. "You sure that's what you want?" Oz's voice is rough, and needy against his mouth. He slips his hand over Ric's clothed cock, squeezes, palms at him.

"Missed that gorgeous face... those pretty noises..." He teases as he hooks fingers into Ric's pants, works the button open.

Ricardo was ready to get on his knees for the other, to take him in, taste him, but he pushed those thoughts aside as he heard Oz's request. As much as he wanted to devour him right here and right now, he had to bring himself back down from euphoria for just a moment because he wasn't sure if he wanted his first time with Oz, after so long, to be here on the kitchen floor.

"Let's get to the bed, I've got you." He positions himself so he can better help support Oz while they made their way to the bedroom, taking the brief break as a chance to try to calm his heart rate down. It didn't do much good because the moment they were in the bedroom, on the bed, lips meeting in another passionate kiss, his heart began pounding in his chest once more. Sometimes he wondered if Oz could feel how hard he made his heart race.

"You have no idea how badly I want you..." He was sure Oz had an idea given how his body reacted to his touch, but he meant that in other ways too. He worked on taking his shirt off to give the other more skin to explore, then reaching out to help Oz out of his. "I'm yours. Devour me. I want you to leave me so sore that I'll still be feeling you even days after tonight."

[julysn]

one at a time, baby you’re mine

NSFWWWW

includes cursing & sex. you give him head, but other stuff is implied to happen at the end. corny smut (sorta?), 2nd person pov, slight praise.

song rec: chaconne - enhypen

a/n: writing and posting this at school 😞

its kinda bad. sorry julysn fans. send in requests pls im hungry

“Oh, fuck, you’re doing so good, more..”

Wriothesley moaned, his head reeling back as his eyes lightly rolled to the back of his head. You watched as his facial expressions morphed to ones of pure pleasure, which had only happened once you took his massive cock in your mouth.

Your head moved back and forth, tongue sliding up and down his member as the tip of his cock occasionally brushed against your soft palate. Your vision was blurry as all you knew in that moment was to please Wriothesley; to do whatever he asked for and give him the best experience of his life.

Wriothesley watched you with a small smirk, his lips parted slightly to let out breathless groans as the realization slowly creeped into his mind.

You were finally his for the night, and he could do whatever he wanted to you (with consent, of course).

Your tongue swirled and swished around his cock, hands massaging his balls sensually as his pre-cum dripped down into your throat. You continued to suck greedily, wanting to show Wriothesley how much you truly enjoyed the lewd acts, and he responded by slowly sliding his cold fingers into your scalp and wrapping them around your strands of hair, gripping onto you as he tried his best not to buck his hips upward and force his cock deeper into your mouth.

You were sinking deeper into your thoughts— or, fantasies— of Wriothesley potentially bending you over his desk and fucking you from the back, or his face buried deep into your ass as he devoured your asshole, when he uttered something that snapped you back into reality.

“Fuck, I.. I’m cumming—“

[theangellies]

It's delightfully warm, everything mellow and soft around the edges. Fingers have more of a spark as they slide along their chest, and the kiss lingers as long as they both let it - Val brings their hand up to cup her cheek, to brush a thumb along her cheekbone as teeth tease at her lower lip. A soft groan from one mouth against the other when they feel a hand slip down and under and trace so carefully at their arousal, causing Val to shift. Hands move down and over her thighs and up - easily grabbing her by her ass to press her into them, let her feel how needy they are. "Fighting isn't even necessary if we're... gettin' along so well..." They murmur as their mouth moves down, finds her jaw and neck and scrapes teeth against her pulse point.

.

“Sometimes that’s the best kind of fighting.” Her words are a whisper, distracted by the path their hand trails. She finds herself urging it up higher, unaware that her hips have rocked slightly to bring it closer to the desired location. When their lips meet she sighs into the kiss. It is long and languid, their lips together setting a lazy pace. The slow pace of it all only serves to heighten Thalia’s senses. Her body repositions so that she’s properly straddling them now, the hand between them having dipped below their joggers. The edibles have started to kick in, dulling and enhancing her senses all at once. Tentatively her hand moves down the length of them, testing, teasing, whether they really want to take this further with her.

[saytrrose]

have youuuuu ever drawn royalteeth nsfwwww ? 🫣

A few times! ❤️

[f4ggydog]

nsfwwww (minors get the hell away)

I swear I just get horny randomly not even triggered by anything just randomly like “yeah I wanna *** *********** ** ***** ** ******* *** * ****’* *****”

[hbojoel]

"he'll get meaner, slap your face and and catch it with his other hand before it has the chance to turn from the impact" AHHHHH!!! Mean Richie is the hottest Richie!

major nsfwwww

it literally makes my brain FUZZY like i want him to hit me so bad. he slaps your cheek and you whine from the pain and then you're SMILING and LAUGHING so dumbly and something in richie's brain clicks into place. a put-upon gasp, oh-ho-ho, you like that? you do? say yes sir, baby, c'mon, lemme hear you.

you're on your knees in front of him, he's sat on the couch, his hand still patting your cheek, gently this this time, just patting you repeatedly like you're a cat. you say yes sir, moving your head to try to suck his thumb into your mouth. and he does Not like that. it happens so quick you don't even feel the absence of his touch at first, only feeling it when he slaps your face hard, and doesn't care to stop your face as it jolts from the impact. he doesn't keep his hand on your face, and you whine, leaning forward to chase his touch, and he raises his eyebrows at you in warning, his gaze hard, unforgiving as he looks down on you.

he says you better cut that shit out if you wanna cum, no nonsense, and you physically shiver at his tone. he sees it and grins, all teeth, like you're prey he's caught in a trap. you try to conceal the shudder it pulls out of you, but he sees it and laughs. his little baby.

[theangellies]

Val laughs, breathless. Distracted. "Sounds hot..." Their fingers are feeling for Silas's hair a bit more insistently as words give way to heady kisses, to soft moans when a hand wraps around their cock and begins to stroke.

"Mmh... I'm pretty slight..." Another soft giggle against their lips as they taste whatever Silas has been drinking, maybe a bit of a cigarette that lingers, too... Then Val's reaching up with one long arm, trying to find the top of the stall to help hoist their lithe body up. Wrap a leg around Silas, then another.

Until they're pressed together and the noise Val makes is a bit too loud, pale and listless eyes widening and then shuddering shut. "Not even out of your fuckin' shorts yet..." They mumble, a bit impressed at how turned on they already are, keyed up, cock aching. "Fuck me, love, please?" They whisper against Silas's mouth. "Just a quick one... a warm-up for your night ahead." Val teases.

"Yeah, exactly. Would've been hot to listen to you try and talk about your work with your cock in my mouth." A pause, if only to grin, mostly in amusement. "Actually, remind me of this idea the next time I get to interview you." That seems to be the last witty or joking quip he's able to make as more of Val's skin is exposed. The temptation to fall to his knees is undeniably there and resisted, for now.

"What would you prefer?" Even in his arousal, Silas has the wherewithal to be considerate, though his question ends with a hitch in breath as they palm him through his shorts.

This time, he can't resist it when his mouth finds theirs once more, palpable fervency in the way lips meet and meld together. His fingers sneak their way into Val's underwear, though there's significantly less fabric for him to battle with, before curling around their cock in teasing strokes.

[lowcallyfruity]

PEOPLE TAG YOUR SMUT AND NSFWWWW IM BEGGING YOU 😭😭😭😭😭

[jinkicake]

Touching, Teasing, Dreaming

Despite his strong physical capabilities, the man crumbles at the slightest show of skin. 

Blade, Gepard, Jing Yuan x Reader

A/N: Little is known about these characters but either way, I want them soooo bad!!!! I might have to play the game for them and the jjba va!!!!!!! im kinda embarrassed w how much i want gepard looooolllll 

SLIGHTLY NSFWWWW // KINDA SMUTTY ((just a pinch))

WC - 1,608

~~~

Blade

“Blade, enough is enough,” The dark-haired man pays you little mind as he glances in your direction from the corner of his eyes. Something in his chest lightens at the puff of your cheeks and frustration etched into your pursed lips. He continues to ignore you and softly grabs your chin between his thumb and pointer finger as he walks past. The touch is gone faster than it was delivered. All he gives you is a subtle nod, a notation that warns you to back off, before making his way further into the hall. Despite the slight curl of his fingers forming a fist, you continue to press the matter. “I wasn’t done talking to you!”

The loose fist quickly becomes tight as the man turns to you with a fierce glare. His eyebrows are furrowed, much like their natural state, but now his attention is on you. He simply does not have the time to waste but, if you’re so insistent on pushing him, Blade is sure he can find some time. 

“What is it?” His low voice calmly asks as he fully turns to face you, finally. 

“Have you not done enough brooding?” You appear to be unwavering in your confidence but, Blade can see right through it. He takes a step forward and you take a step back. The action causes concern to swell in his chest but, he hides it underneath the stony expression on his face. He continues moving until you back into a wall, he walks entirely up to you and ensures that there is nothing but mere centimeters between you two.

“Brooding?” He repeats as turns his head to examine you fully. Blade makes note of the way you refuse to look into his eyes other than the occasional glance before looking down at your shoes. But, that is not what catches his attention. 

The exposed clothing strap resting against your shoulder is what quickly catches his eye. He tries to ignore it but he simply cannot look away from the bare skin. This should not concern him, these feelings and this desire should not be something that affects him. But, it is you. 

Without removing his eyes from your own, Blade pulls your sweater up and over your shoulder to effectively cover both the strap and your exposed skin. 

“I need to get back,” He announces and nearly grunts at the worry in your eyes. “… to brooding.” Despite playing with your own words, toying with your worry, he doesn’t move when you grab the front of his jacket.

Immediately, his clothed thigh shoots between your own as his slim hands plant on either side of your head. The compromising position is getting to him in ways that nothing else can, he is certain you can tell. There’s a question of your lips, a demand that he can not say ‘no’ to when asked. If you request that he stays the night, he cannot find it in himself to deny it. He decides to cut you off first. 

“Don’t ask me of this.” He orders but, the pout on your lips already sends him reeling far enough. There is nothing that could stop the man from gripping your chin once more and roughly kissing you against the wall. No force could pull him away from you now and no force would even dare to try.

Gepard

“Do you like it?” 

The captain is stunned speechless by your appearance. His lips part to answer your question but no words come out, he merely nods as his eyes slightly widen. The momentary silence is broken as he harshly swallows, breaking himself of the trance. 

“You’re beautiful,” Gepard breathes and his eyes are pools that reflect his genuine honesty, the soft blue shines with a commitment to you and only you. “unlike anything I’ve ever seen.” Finally, his hands reach out. His large palms fall to your hips and lightly rest against the thin fabric of your thin lingerie. Again, his mouth runs dry as he continues to stare. 

All the captain can do is stare and stare as hearts begin to take shape in his eyes. 

“So that means you like it?” You egg forward and your voice of reason is the only thing keeping Gepard sane at the moment. He eagerly nods again before timidly licking over his bottom lip. 

“More than anything,” His hands gently squeeze your sides as thick fingertips press against the white fabric adorning your skin. Gepard watches as a sly smile spreads across your face and he immediately leans into your touch when he feels your own dainty fingers ghosting over his bare wrist. Gone is his thick armor and cape, the man before you now is only a handful of clothes away from being as nude as you. 

“Good,” You purse your lips before dragging his heavy hand around to your backside, encouraging the captain to touch you as he pleases. Gepard’s face nearly turns heavily red, a flush takes over his face at the feeling of your soft skin. 

“Daring-”

“Are you nervous?” Your words almost sound taunting and Gepard can see the amusement now in your eyes. If he looked a little further, he would also see his own timid expression in your lustful pools. The captain begins to shake his head but is yanked forward as you tightly grip the collar of his dress shirt. “Take, Gepard. Everything is yours to take.” 

He’s so tempted to give in to you, to do exactly as you desire and hold you down until your legs give out but, he prides himself in being a gentleman. He values his own restraint and cherishes you much further beyond a messy fuck. 

“Allow me to take my time with you,” His voice is soft, gentle almost as he softly tugs on the backs of your thighs to pull you into his lap. You follow without complaint, almost turning into a liquid in his hands. “you deserve to be treasured.” The thoughtful words cause you to fist his dark shirt and sinfully arch your back, pressing your chest into his own. 

Then, finally, the captain places his lips beneath your ear. He kisses the spot delicately before lowering his face to repeat the action in another spot. Each peck grows heavier than the last and by the time he makes it to the valley of your breasts, you’re happily grinding in his lap. 

“Patience is a virtue, my dear,” He preaches, his hands now cupping your breasts before squeezing over the soft mounds with pure dedication. “it’s time you learn a thing or two.”

Jing Yuan 

“Don’t you think it’s time to rest?” Your voice gently pulls Jing Yuan away from his meditation, dull eyes opening upon your command. The older general brings his heavy stare over to your silhouette in the doorway. It takes a few blinks for his eyes to get adjusted to the light but, he immediately notices the flimsy robe covering your body. The material does not do its job in the slightest and it takes everything within the man not to show his upcoming arousal on his face. 

“If this is what greets me then I suppose it is,” He takes his time getting up from the floor but, rises with grace nonetheless. Slowly, the general makes his way over to you and does not hesitate to reach out when you’re close enough. “hello, my love.” His hand softly cups your cheek and quickly washes your entire body in warmth just at his touch. “I didn’t realize it was so late,”

“I know,” You quickly answer back and the slight nip in the delivery of your words makes the old man smile. His lips quirk upwards in amusement as you pull away and head for your bedroom. You know he is going to follow, your unwavering confidence causes desire to further pool in his gut. 

What would he do without his delight?

Upon stepping into your room, Jing Yuan is greeted by the sight of your robe falling to the floor. He sucks in a harsh breath at the pretty lingerie lining your skin and once again, grabs you with firm hands. This time, you’re sure it’ll be harder to break away from him. When Jing Yuan pulls you into his chest and buries his face into the crook of your neck, you know you won’t be let go until his desires are settled. 

His hair tickles the sides of your face, lightly brushing against your cheeks as his front subtly rolls into your backside. The feeling makes you laugh but, it’s quickly cut short by an airy moan. 

“You’re eager,” You hum before lifting your hand up to his thick hair, the white strands soon find themselves woven between your fingertips. “weren’t you meditating a few minutes ago?”

“All I thought of was you,” He murmurs against your jaw, a heavy hand now cupping your throat. The general tilts your head, angling your face toward him before selfishly taking a kiss to satisfy his own desires. His actions quite literally steal your breath away. There’s a skillful method to his kisses, pushing and molding your lips into his own before his tongue peaks out. The hot muscle quickly snakes its way into your mouth and licks behind your teeth.

Jing Yuan tightens his grip against your waist as you falter in standing still, he holds you on your feet against his strong body when you begin to feel the effects of his strong-willed desire. 

Old man or not, the general gives you a taste of euphoric freedom that no one else ever could.