#please just bask in the other side-characters that appeared

[onlyseokmins]

babymaker • c.s.c

Pairing: choi seungcheol x afab!reader Genres: smut (minors dni!), roommates!au, fwb!au, lil angst if you squint plus gross fluff Warnings: swearing, mentions of past rough/marathon sex, edging, overstimulation, fingering, mentions of oral sex (fem. receiving, male teasing), biting (bc i wrote this), scratching, marking, mentions of car/exhibitionism sex, objectification, degradation, slight choking, tiny obsession w/ cheol's ass + tatts, making out and tons of kithing uwu, reader's a brat and economic major, cheol's a wealthy arrogant bbygorl, creampies <3, breeding kink, light mentions of babytrapping (look at the title lmfao), lots of touching and groping and teasing, sappy stuff ew, messy sex, kinda bulge kink haha, paragraph/word heavy, throwing in some silliness as usual, & lmk if i missed smth WC: 7.9k A/N: i know it's like a month late but this was suppposed to be for cheol's birthday lmfao but it's also meant to be a sequel to Lusty Gallant although it can be read on it's own ig esp since the characters seem ooc </3 also thanks to @hwanghyunjinenthusiast for giving me details on what cheol kithes taste like mwah

Seungcheol and you still live together. And yes, that means you're still committed to fucking on every surface possible in the very nice apartment space comfortable for two.

Roommates with benefits works out well for the both of you — seeming to lean mostly in your favor. 

University is a hop and a skip away, close enough for Seungcheol to swing by on his way home from the office with a minor detour. The attractive man's appearance always causes several students to squeal and twirl their hair when he parks next to the sidewalk in a sleek, expensive black and red car. Silver rings that probably cost as much as your tuition adorn long fingers as they tap, tap, tap against the leather steering wheel while he waits. 

Seungcheol looks for you over the rim of fake sunglasses perched on the tip of his nose and tongue poking between brilliant white teeth revealed by a smug smirk. Your friends are not subtle — a few in-the-know of what kind of arrangement you have with him and the majority of others not — when they dig an elbow into your ribs or smack your arm in excitement. 

You loathe the gawking stares with the same amount of intensity as the tiny sparkle of delight that allows yourself to bask in Seungcheol's showy display of attention that's only partially for you. Aware of what he really loves is soaking up everyone focused on him, brushing back bangs with a pleased grin after checking himself out for the hundredth time in the rearview mirror. 

Still, the man is as punctual as clockwork despite a hectic schedule. Deluding yourself is fun whenever he rolls down the window and asks just loud enough for onlookers to hear and swoon over, "How was night class, sweet stuff? Did my luckiest charm learn anything new to advise me on the market's trends?" and receiving an eye roll in return.

"I keep saying you don't have to do this," you remind him every. single. time. because you're sincerely fine walking back the same route you take in the morning.

"Nonsense, it'd be a sin to let a pretty little thing like you walk the city streets in the dark all alone. 'sides it's on my way." 

"Of course, as long as it's convenient."

"Convenient?" he repeats with a cocked eyebrow and watches as you slide into the ridiculous car with a cute but sulky pout. An indication that something has ruffled your feathers, if even just a little.

You know not to slam the door too hard when closing it because the one time you did just to be a brat, your battered pussy paid the price. It was very sore for a good couple of days after being repeatedly edged for hours as punishment. First by his fingers during the drive home, next with his mouth on the hood of said car after he'd pulled into the garage, and then teasing touches along the several little pit stops on the way to the bedroom. 

All until you were pressed face-down into silky sheets, finally allowed to let go for the first time of the night with his thick girth easing its way inside of your aching cunt to the hushed words of, "Have to touch my baby gently, treat 'em with lotsa care. Always gotta play nice with the things I like, 'kay?"

Safe to say, you learned your lesson. Who wouldn't after being nearly bedridden and limping around for almost two days?

Seungcheol lets out the same kind of disappointed huff when you apologized to him for having to take care of you after that particularly harsh sex marathon — or any time, for that matter. "I've never thought of it as an inconvenience."  

"You're a busy man."

"Not so busy that I can't pick you up, 'specially given that we live together."

"Under various terms and conditions. One of them being that I put up with all your inconveniences, not vice versa."

"Then simply think of it as an additional nuisance of mine you have to deal with. You know I won't do anything you don't want, but at least let me have this so I know you're safe." Another harsh sigh leaves his mouth as he adds, "Even if the university was on the other side of town, I'd be there."

"Yeah, okay."

While there's a general love-hate relationship with your sassy behavior, it's in times like these where he extremely dislikes it since the timing is rather improper to fuck it out of you. Alas, he's left to fumble for an alternative that presents him as a man who possesses some semblance of decorum. 

"Can drive something else, find a car that doesn't draw so much attention."

"It's not the car," you snap back without thinking. Lips pressing together in a thin line when Seungcheol's fingers that wish they were on your thigh drum menacingly on the console as a substitute, rings flashing under the glow of the passing streetlights.

"Then what is it?" Your name falls from his lips in a soft, commanding kind of plea. 

Lucky for you, the short drive is almost over and you can avoid answering for the last couple of minutes. Pretending to mull it over as you focus on steadying the pounding thump of your heart and the erratic breath caught in your lungs.

"It's nothing," you lie fairly easily, already slinking out of the car the minute he brakes in the garage and ignoring the dark brown eyes trained on you because they will make you hesitate. You have to stay firm or end up caught in his trap. "Just tired, 's all. I'm gonna head to bed early, see you in the morning?"

And you don't wait for a response. Gently closing the car door and then sprinting as unsuspiciously as possible into your designated bedroom. Seungcheol won't follow or pry for now. He's always made a point to respect any boundaries you set and the promise to see him when you wake up will keep the man at bay for now. And you sure as hell were going to use all of that to your advantage, curling up under a blanket and trying to figure out what the fuck is going on. 

This "roommates with a multitude of benefits" arrangement worked. Chugging along like a well-oiled mechanism. So why were you contemplating the risk of messing it up and throwing the machine off its steady track? For something so fleeting? So emotional? The one thing that always fucks up these kinds of relationships?

Sure, you were in love with the way Seungcheol carried himself. His swagger. His money. Confidence, charisma, oh… and his cock, too. Who wouldn't be? But now, oh no, now you were also in love with the man himself — stupid Choi Seungcheol!

It was a gradual build. Always there in the background. All it took was for you to acknowledge its existence. Perhaps it was meant to play out this way. But you were still going to hold him responsible as an equal in contributing to this mess just as much as you were for falling. Your fingers clutch at the blanket, the poor fleece serving as an unfortunate outlet for your frustration.

When did the crazy marathons dwindle out? By no means had the two of you stopped fucking — absolutely not. It just meant that, well, rather than Seungcheol just fucking you, he more or less made love to you.

You feel a shiver down your spine and scream into a pillow at the worms writhing in your brain.

The sex was still terrific. You habitually muffle your sounds as it is — not ones of pure frustration like tonight — but out of extreme pleasure. The filthy debauchery hadn't changed either. The two of you deeply reveled in your depraved dynamics and more insane acts, maybe even getting dirtier once this subtle shift happened. 

Safety. Security. Seungcheol.

Words you would've never thought to use in relation to him.

And then there was the aftercare. A strange new intimacy. He cuddled in bed after taking the effort to clean each other up for a good night's rest. Remaining there fast asleep and quietly snoring long after you untangle yourself from the comforting warmth of his arms to start the day. Mornings were no longer cold because he chose to stay.

Weekends were becoming your favorite too. When he waddles around shirtless, barely awake upon discovering you gone from his embrace. A back-hug immediately when finding you again. Soft gropes at your curves and low groans of contentment while pressing his nose into the crook of your neck, breathing in your scent mixed with his while you prep breakfast. Turning you around for kisses and pursuing long, slow makeout sessions that were quickly becoming the norm. Only for you to accidentally bite down a little too hard on his bottom lip when you realize the toast is burning.

You miss the way his eyes shine with affection as they follow you panicking around the kitchen. When did this big apartment of his begin to feel so alive? Even previous roommates and their loud yammering hardly made him feel at home. Tonguing at the indentation marks of your teeth molded into his lip and the sting that keeps him rooted in the present moment, the man meets your flustered expression with a grand, playful smile. 

Ah, he thinks fondly, obviously.

Afternoons no longer consist of being stowed away in respective bedrooms or different rooms. Seungcheol sits at the kitchen table, furrowed eyebrows as he chips away at the excel sheet reflected in the glasses perched on his nose. You sit across from him, dutifully typing up assignments for Sunday night submittal. 

He'll ask occasional questions just to learn more about you, your classes, and your dreams. Or if you simply need any help. Meanwhile, you make sure you're both staying hydrated and taking necessary breaks to rest your eyes from the screens. Sometimes you'll even get to assist him by analyzing a report. The real-world example aids as a unique use case scenario to better understand the concepts outlined in your textbooks.

You really were Seungcheol's lucky charm. He often wonders if you'd like to apply to work at the company he's in. But he'd hate to pressure or patronize you. So ultimately all he can do is stare in awe and provide steady encouragement as you formulate calculations, clean up the data, and transform it all into a presentable display of information.

It's usually his turn to cook in the evenings. Constantly getting distracted by your presence that he insists needs to be around to taste-test the vegetables that keep overcooking when he gets too caught up in tasting you. Innocent smooches here and there amid shy giggling that seems far too intimate than if he lapped at something else like in the past when he eagerly devoured your cunt right there on the countertop. 

When dinner is served, you honestly never know or care how tasty it is or isn't because Seungcheol himself is the spice in your life. Your plain world now explodes in a bountiful amount of flavor thanks to him. Later, you tidy up the kitchen together — similar to how you move in tandem to freshen up in the bathroom after sex and much like a married couple would act.

And that's why your damn roommate leaves you wanting more. 

These nights he kisses you bathed in the moonlight, working up a blistering heat that doesn't just simmer in your lower abdomen but follows the journey of his dedicated mouth. Upwards the wildfire burns, swooping into your chest and underneath the skin of your cheeks until it tangles with the expert tongue poking in between your lips. Seungcheol charts familiar territory with dancing fingertips across your skin, re-committing it to memory while yours sear into his, scratching at the wide expanse of his back and burying themselves in the curls of his unruly hair. 

He takes you to bed — not always in a sexual manner — and it really doesn't even matter how you end up there because that is where you'll find yourself anyway. Falling asleep in his arms and waking up to repeat this strange and newly established cycle.

So the fact that you are sleeping alone speaks volumes. What is said, you're unsure but little do you know that Seungcheol continues to fear you might slip out of his hands. The attached-detached battle strategy always lurks around the corner and somehow, it's almost better when he treats you like some sort of fucktoy only. 

The gentle sparkle in his eye was shielded by the switch to a mean glint, eyeing you up like you're nothing better than a piece of meat. No longer acting as the sweet yet cocky, handsome roommate you've gotten to know and grown feelings for. But reminiscent of the aloof and arrogant — still deviously attractive — man who propositioned this whole situation a little over a year ago.

Like now, as you kneel on all fours naked. Save for the humble pair of underwear whose innocence has long been destroyed due to the stains of your arousal mixed with Seungcheol's cum. Ruining the fabric that nestles between your legs for the sake of modesty you've thrown away hours — no, months — ago.

The very man sits before you on the poor couch that's seen its fair share of sinful acts. He's reclining comfortably, black t-shirt stretching out across a firm chest and broad shoulders while infamous gray sweatpants strain against thick thigh muscles as he manspreads so casually with a large hand laid over his crotch. Teasingly hiding the thing you so desire and are begging for. 

But he wants you to work for it. Harder. A lot more than you already have. Put on a proper show of how much you deserve to have him. And want him.

"Come," he commands and pats his thigh like he's talking to some stray dog. When you go to sit back on your knees to stand, his eyes narrow as they darken. "Crawl."

What you don't know is Seungcheol would easily yield to and for you if you'd just let him. Be honest with him. Tell him your feelings. Unfortunately, it's in both of your natures to be hella stubborn. Too prideful to admit defeat and be completely vulnerable. You've come to an impasse.

But crawl to him physically you do, shamelessness long gone. Because what could be more shameful than how willing you are to be used by him and how wonderful it feels to be degraded?

Obviously admitting how much you like the damn man. 

Goosebumps thrillingly cover your skin at how the gaze trained on you never loses its intensity with you coming closer, following all the way until your head is between his spread legs. Because he knows at least this is the most definitive way he can hold onto you for now.

"Kiss me."

And you obey, puckering your lips and tenderly placing them against the growing bulge beneath the gray fleece. Looking up with lidded eyes, blinking slowly as you let out audible smooch noises along the hard length before mouthing at where the tip lies. Leaving an even damper spot than the salty excess seeping through the fabric, suckling around the area to replace it with the hot saliva dribbling from your tongue that laps enthusiastically at the taste.

"C'mon pet," Seungcheol's tone is mocking in its chastisement, but the rough pad of his thumb rubbing your warm cheek is gentle. "Gimme a real one."

"Yes sir," falls breathlessly out of your mouth at the assumed permission, hands quickly reaching for the waistband of his sweats only to retract just as fast upon the disapproving click of his tongue.

"Not like that, up."

Uncertain, you brace yourself with the support of his quads so you're kneeling. Leaning in and tentatively pressing a kiss to the spot where you know at least one vein starts from the bottom of his pelvis and leads up to his abdomen. Tongue poking out in an attempt to feel and trace it, also effectively wetting his shirt just for good measure.

This time, a wistful sigh escapes between the man's pouty lips despite the furrowing of eyebrows because you're still not quite getting the message. The hand on your cheek slides down to your neck, briefly running his thumb tantalizingly across the side of your throat, landing on your shoulder, and grasping at your arm. Tugging up until you follow along with the motion and a bit of a surprised squeak, ultimately landing right where he wants you — straddling his lap.

"Oh," you mutter in surprise, abruptly snapped out of the lust haze that had been clouding your mind. 

Center of gravity thrown off balance until your knees finally ground themselves on either side of his spread legs. Your hands hover awkwardly in the air, struggling to find something to hold onto before resolutely settling on the back of the couch. But not before Seungcheol's sturdy hands steady your hips, sporty reflexes acting faster than you can complete any of these actions.

"Oh, indeed. Already too fucked out to think?"

"No… s-sorry."

"You can make it up to me," he teases and you wait for the punchline, "with a proper kiss." It's both amazing and brow-raising when the Choi Seungcheol lets out the lowest of whines at the smallest sign of hesitation. "Don'tcha think it's the least I deserve today?"

Spoiled is what he is — but it is his birthday after all — so, of course, you're more than willing to indulge. Although the trepidation is real, manifesting in the tense stiffening of your body and the acceleration of your heart rate.

"Relax," he says gleefully — a little too gleeful. "I don't bite."

"Most times, not."

"If anyone's the biter between us, it's you so…"

The taunting murmur of, "Go ahead and bite baby," turns into a satisfied groan when you press your lips against his. Contrary to the jest and much to his delight, you're gentle. It's so adorable that he finds himself melting below you into a puddle of goo. Becoming absolute putty, lips readily parting so you can lick into his mouth.

He tastes like cherry chapstick and coffee, flavors so Choi Seungcheol that it hurts with how much they alone can possibly overwhelm you. Your nose scrunches, eyebrows following suit. Unaware of how he observes close-up through heavily lidded eyes because he wants more and more of what he can't get enough of. Afraid you might disappear. Even though you're right here — on his lap, kissing him sweetly. Yet you're still not all there.

So, he works on anchoring you to him — somehow, some way. One hand urges you to release your support on the couch, bringing your arm down to sneakily thread his fingers between yours. Naturally, the opposite one falls to eliminate the odd angle and rests on his shoulder. Seungcheol's other palm shifts to splay across your bare back and push you further into his chest, your sensitive nipples brushing against the cotton material of his shirt. 

When that burning hand also encourages your ass to sit on his thighs to nearly smother him into the couch cushion and your damp core effectively presses onto the heated length stirring inside his sweats — he finally gets what he's been waiting for. The wanton moan that bubbles out of your throat is quickly swallowed up by the man himself, who ceases the passive role in the makeout session and kisses you back with a fervor that quite literally steals your breath.

He waits for you to surrender.  

Not to be confused with submission. Seungcheol no longer cares about any fucked-up or sexual kind of power play nor does he want to win. He doesn't even want you to yield to or for him. Oh, he wishes you would of your own free will — but if you at least give in to the moment, to the feelings of now, and the warmth shared between you two — that's the most he can ask for and what he's grateful to accept for the time being.

Your fingers slip beneath the neckline of his shirt, inadvertently starting to trace along the same pattern as the ink that decorates his skin. The menace of a man smirks, pausing his assault on your lips to croon knowingly, "Wanna move this to your room?"

It's annoying how Seungcheol can read you even before your mind can think. And it's even more irritating at how your body reacts, thighs betraying you. Viscerally squeezing around his figure today, much like the memory of them wrapped above his waist the other day. Legs spread by him in between them as you clung to his body that had been railing into you like there's no tomorrow. Your gaze locked over his shoulder at the man's pride and joy — his nice ass — reflected in the mirror deliberately across from your bed along with the inked designs of things he held dearly marked across his back. Including the healing scratches from your nails.

"No," you grit out and break the kiss to shoot him a pointed glare, "just take off your stupid shirt."

"Thought you'd never ask."

No one should ever look that sexy taking off clothes, but of course, Seungcheol does. Any snark left in you immediately fizzles out at the teasing reveal and intentionally flexed expanse of his stomach as well as his bare chest. And yet something shifts in the air after he throws the shirt off to the side, covering his torso with his arms and giggling.

"Stop looking at me like that."

"Like what?"

"Like you're gonna devour me whole, it's making me shy!"

It's not like you can stop yourself. Goddamnit, even that weird farmer's tan is drool-inducing. And the boyish smile he dons isn't helping either. You scoff to salvage a fraction of sanity, hands back on his bare shoulders and leaning in close enough for your noses to almost touch.

"Bullshit."

"Bet."

"You love it when people stare at you." 

There's a beat of silence. "But you look at me… differently."

"Hey — don't get weird on me, Seungcheol, or your dick's gonna deflate."

Normally he'd bite back at you. Stuff like: "My dick's just fine," or "Baby, it's so easy to get hard around you," and "You'd appreciate if my dick got smaller 'cause it wouldn't make you whine so much," but this time, he doesn't. He just stares at you. Thinking. Long enough for you to start getting antsy, unable to hold eye contact for any longer than two minutes, especially with him so close.

"What?" 

"You like me, don't you?"

It's the damn question he throws around all the time and your eyes roll up out of habit. "Yeah, I like you better without a deflated — "

"Forget about my cock for a bit." 

"Kind of hard to do," you fire back and try to grind down on the very inflated length twitching needily for the snug cunt it senses between the layers of clothes cruelly separating it from its warm home. 

Of course, Seungcheol is a little too familiar with your ploys and swats at your behind before squeezing your hips. "I know it is for a cock-hungry slut like you," he growls out in frustration before reverting back to his original soft tone, "but just humor me for a second."

"… Alright."

"You like me," he states and then repeats it in earnest when you sigh again, "you really like me. I would even be so confident enough to think you're… you're in love — "

"Well quit thinking," you interrupt with a snap, "I know your high and mighty arrogance causes you to believe everyone worships the ground you walk on but that doesn't mean a damn thing!"

Seungcheol's caramel eyes flash — with irritation or hurt, you can't quite place the swirl of emotions. "So that's all it is, huh? Just a figment of my imagination. A totally unfair projection of my thoughts and feelings onto you."

"If you wanted a session so badly on your birthday, then you should've scheduled with your therapist. And if you didn't want to continue fucking, then we could've stopped after the first round 'cause I was fine but you wanted more."

"You and I both know we're not just 'fucking'," he snarls, "and yeah, I do want more and that's why I need to know — with or without the sex, forgetting about the looks I know aren't just lust-filled because I see the ones you think I don't, I need to hear it out loud — do you like me?"

The plea of your name is the doomed cherry on top, heart thudding to the floor. It feels like the breath has been punched out of you. Though his skin is fiery warm beneath your palms it's not enough to thaw the way you've completely frozen over.

"Fine," you eventually wheeze out and Seungcheol relaxes — relieved — despite the crack in your voice, only to tense at your next words. "I'll move out tomorrow. Might take me a few days to get all my stuff gathered though."

"Wait… wait, wait… '' And this is the moment when the two of you find out that the black jujitsu belt he'd earned wasn't all for naught, effectively using a well-maneuvered technique that takes you off his lap and onto your back before you can escape from him again. "Please."

He begs, desperation evident in the way he clings to you and flops his forehead defeatedly onto your shoulder. As if he isn't the one who has you pinned to the couch cushions. He's never tried to hinder you before but honestly, he thinks he's hit the breaking point.

Don't you dare fucking leave me, is what is thought — but what comes out is a broken, "Why?"

"Because… because I… I breached the c-contract and made you uncomf — "

Seungcheol's head flies back up. "Then it should be me who moves out 'cause I'm pretty sure I violated the contract first."

"Wh-what?"

"Look at me," he commands and grips your chin so you can't turn away, "look at me, baby." And when your eyes squint open to stare into his, he fixes you with the most sincere expression you've ever seen. "I'm in love with you." 

Tears spring to your eyes at the wild admission. Neither of you are sure if your hearts are mending or splitting to fuse and complete the other's. What you do know is that Seungcheol melts into you with a kiss of elation and celebration, the big man further turning into an even bigger pile of mush when your hands cup both of his cheeks during it and a thumb rubs soothingly at his jaw. He smiles against your lips when you whisper back, "I love you too."

"Took you long enough." Your flustered protests are cut short when he sits up to lean against the opposite armrest, pulling you on top of him like your original positions. "Have a present for you."

"But you're the one who should be receiving gifts."

He shrugs. "I already have the prettiest one right here in my arms… even if I was almost left alone on my birthday."

"Sorry," you stroke his pouty lips, "to be fair, I was going to wait until tomorrow."

"While holed up all by yourself in your room in the meantime. Little shit, you know I wouldn't have let you go, right?" 

"Yeah… because you love me!"

There's an extra giddiness to your exclamation that's contagious enough to crack Seungcheol's chagrined expression with another grin.

"And you were gonna leave 'cause you loved me…" He lets out a huff. "Whatever, water under the bridge. Anyways, the gift. It's underneath the couch."

Curious, you lay flat and brush your hand beneath the furniture. Waving it around back and forth in the blind search, subsequently shifting all over Seungcheol's chest — bare skin gliding across bare skin. 

You snicker, feeling his cock stiffening once more with your movements. "Calm down, horndog."

"It's not my fault you're rubbing your very sexy body all over me!"

"… Why'd you even decide to put it here?"

"'Cause you never clean."

"Hey! Don't make me bite your dick off." It twitches beneath you. "Freak."

"We'll see who the real freak is when I go ahead and get it pierced with a barbell you'll like."

"Oh, fuck off!" comes your retort and he grumbles at the lighthearted jab while your hand finally bumps against a hard box that you grasp onto tightly. Pulling it out and frowning at the suspicious amount of dust covering it. "Gee, how long was this down here?"

"… Six months."

Your eyes bug out. "Six months?!"

"Told ya you didn't clean under there!"

"Oh yes, because that's the point here."

"It kind of is," Seungcheol teases despite the slightly wistful look in his eyes. "Knew you wouldn't find it there."

All you can do is shake your head, gingerly opening what you assume to be a jewelry box only to abruptly shut it out of pure shock. "What the fuck did I just see?!"

"Do… do you not like it?"

"That's so not the question that needs to be asked right now."

"It kind of does 'cause if you don't want it, I'll buy something else. "

"You've gotta be shittin' me." You fix him with a hard glare though he barely reacts to it. "How much of your bank account did you deplete for that?"

A satisfied, cocky smirk is all you get in return. "'Tis but a bucket of water taken out of the ocean, sweetheart. Trivial."

"Choi Seungcheol."

"C'mon," he takes the box from you with one large hand and pops it back open. You can actually feel the ache in your eyes set in at the sight of the dazzling jewels once again. "Thought it'd look gorgeous on you."

It's easy to visibly melt at his words because he's such a smooth talker along with the knowledge that he's kept this hidden for approximately half of a year. But that still doesn't distract you from the insane amount of delicate crystals forming a beautiful open heart shape linked to two short double-strands of diamond studs on either side that join together with a silver clasp. 

"It looks expensive," you correct, "how much was it?"

"Hmm, well it's seventeen carats so… a couple thousand, maybe?" 

Your jaw drops, eyes widening as one of Seungcheol's beefy fingers carelessly thumbs at the choker like the piece of jewelry couldn't pay off more than half of your student debt. You likely also get some type of look on your face because he clicks his tongue.

"Now, don't you worry your pretty little head about it. I would happily spend ten times as much to get something that expresses just a fraction of what your worth is — in the world and… to me."

"You're so sappy, what the heck."

"Better not start something you can't handle, love." Seungcheol kindly warns, a little affronted when his puppy dog eyes and babygirl pout aren't as effective at distracting you as he'd like. Well, there are other ways. "You can't return it without testing it first."

"Testing?"

"Mhm, but why don't you give your sugar daddy a kiss of gratitude first?"

You scoff. "The only thing you share in common with a glucose guardian is being filthy rich."

"Not because I'm sweet like sugar?"

"Maybe just a little," you admit and lean in to give him an even sweeter kiss, much like earlier. And like before, the man turns into a puddle of syrupy goo at the featherlight touches of your lips on his.

But it's different at the same time. Kissing your roommate has always been with a bit of restraint. That all fades away as you melt into him — safety, security, Seungcheol, surrender — the both of you addicted to and lost in one another's taste while everything else falls away.

Until the little shit that he is distracts you enough for him to deftly extract the choker from its box and fasten it around your neck. You hiss at the shock of cold metal and gemstones as well as the physical and economically ethical weight around your neck, breaking the makeout session.

"See? Gorgeous, just like I thought. Not that you can look at it right now… maybe next time, we'll test it, heh, in your room."

"So that's what you meant by test…" 

The lightbulb finally goes off in your head but all you receive in response is a smug look. Unaware that the grand menace is pondering what position he'd like best to see the choker for the first time in action. Something inside him clicks after absentmindedly slipping a finger underneath one of the diamond chains and watching you attempt to swallow at the increase in pressure constricting your airflow.

It's all bright white teeth when he smiles and whispers, "On your back, baby."

And you shuffle backwards obediently, letting gravity take your body down in almost a mini trust fall, knowing there will be a soft landing and that Seungcheol would never let you fall — unless it's for him.

Indeed, he does fall with you. Bodies pressed close together before he starts a burning trail of kisses starting below where the jeweled collar lays sparkling prettily against your throat. Down between your breasts he goes, an appreciative squeeze to both with warm hands that follow along with his movement. 

Little nibbles to your skin and brushes to your sides that first have you squealing at the sharp nips and ticklish sensations. They're accompanied by the upward curl of his lips that only spreads wider when those airy giggles of yours transition to light moans the closer he stakes his claim to the more intimate parts of your body.

He lovingly suckles the skin of your tummy, leaving stinging signs of affection littered around your belly button and right above the band of your panties. There, Seungcheol pauses and lifts his head to look directly at you, not even trying to hide the fiery swirl of lust and adoration in his eyes and it makes you wonder how you've ever missed it before. 

But that's neither here nor there, every nerve in your system is lit up in a wave of heat that has your hips instinctively rising as if pleading with him. Enough that his brown irises can't help but flit down to observe with raised eyebrows only to meet your flustered expression again with a totally-full-of-himself stare.

"So sweet and needy," Seungcheol murmurs appreciatively and hooks both thumbs underneath the side wings of your underwear to tug them off. "So fuckin' messy too," he adds in a condescending tone as if someone between your legs isn't licking his lips like a man lost in the desert for days stumbling upon a hidden oasis.

The bold eye contact he gets a kick out of maintaining is broken just to watch how the fabric adheres to your center thanks to the mix of his cum from much earlier and the constant leak of arousal pooling from your heated core. He's slow in the process of removing the saturated clothing. Giddy anticipation building until it finally peels away with a suggestive squelch to reveal your creampied cunt.

A choked groan rumbles in his chest. You're caught in the struggle between snapping your legs together out of shyness or letting them fall open just as he likes, the fear of soiling the couch again no longer even a thought. But still in no rush, Seungcheol slips your panties down one leg and while they hang off the other, supports your heel in his palm to place butterfly kisses along your ankle.

You peek at him in between the fingers covering your eyes and heated cheeks. "What are you doing?"

"Admiring you." Smooch. "Adoring you." Peck. "Marveling at how beautifully wet you get… this all for me, love?"

"Yeah, so… so you should take re-responsibility."

"Oh? And how so? What for?"

"Mmph!" You jolt at how fast he moves to fling your underwear over his shoulder and hover over top of you, whispering naughty words into your ear while roughened finger pads brush against slick folds.

"For knockin' you up? Not my fault this hungry pussy is never satisfied no matter how many times I stuff it. Greedy lil' thing."

"'m s-sorry… I — oh! Ohh…" 

"You don't sound sorry." 

Seungcheol mocks the shuddering moan that spills past your lips like he hadn't just shoved two chunky digits past those slippery folds and into the suffocating warmth beyond. His pointer finger bears its usual silver ring, the cold metal there and around your neck causing you to break out in a sweat at the chill engulfing your whole body. All from the heat swirling from the neck down, the torturous buildup between your legs, and meeting in a firestorm that explodes in your gut and makes your cunt tighten around his moving digits.

Your right arm snakes behind his nape and clings around it for dear life, nearly slamming the man's face into your tits — not that he's complaining — while the other sneaks between your bodies. Trailing down to where Seungcheol's fingers plunge inside of you, running yours across his exposed knuckles to dampen them with the filthy mix of arousal and cumstains he's playing in before tugging and teasing at your clit right above his vigorous actions. 

He clicks his tongue. "Now, what did I say about touching things that belong to me?"

"Don't touch without permission." A warning look that lacks any ferocity is shot your way but the corner of your lips quirks up, eyelashes fluttering, because he's really just full of shit. "And to handle… handle them with care, which 's all I'm doin'."

"Brat."

"You love me." 

"Damn right, I do. But if you're gonna use that against me like this maybe I have no choice but to discipline you."

You whimper when he withdraws his fingers, the loss and emptiness a punishment itself. "D-don't be mean."

"I'm never mean to you."

"You're not." You acquiesce with a cute little sniffle, interlocking your hands behind his neck to bring him down nose to nose. "'cept when I want your dick but s'kay, love you anyways."

"Using the L-word on me now, huh? Speaking of which, I never got you back for the little stunt you tried to pull earlier."

"Wha — ?"

The new position you had pulled him into grants Seungcheol the full teasing power he was honored to be blessed with. A dripping cock leaks precum between your bodies and smears your belly with the hot excess. Supported by a forearm beside your head, he languidly strokes his hard length and snickers. Barely wedging the mushroomed tip into your moist outer folds with a noisy squish and emitting a strangled groan from the back of the man's throat. Just enough so you can feel the faint tantalizing burn his girth promises in its efforts to stretch out your cunt, a buzz to the underside of your deliciously sore and engorged clit upon contact.

He's all toothy when you moan in response. Wiggling his hips lets him dip in a little further for the sole purpose of watching your eyes glaze over and threaten to roll to the back of your head. Lips parting wider in an adorable 'o' shape.

"Thought you could just leave like it's nothing. As if I don't fuck you full of enough cum to babytrap you here with me… Oh? You'd like that wouldn't you, pussy tryna gobble me up like the slutty whore that you are."

"Mmph, ah… only yours!"

No one has to be your special someone to read your body so easily but it's the fact that he is the one who's able to make your cunt react and squeeze around him just like so that fuels his ego. A mean sneer chisels his softer face features — less of a reaction towards you and more of him struggling not to plunge his pelvis forward and rearrange your guts. Or even worse (better), to bust a nut inside, painting your velvet walls with a creamy white. 

It would be so easy to slide in a little further… you're begging him with slurred words and a steady pulsating grip around his dick — just daring him to ease the rest of it inside.

But then you would never learn your lesson. And if there's one thing Seungcheol loves more than being wrapped up in the tight clench of your cunt, it's making you work for it. Show off how desperate and cock-drunk you are. 

"Y'know, all you had to do was tell me. Would've fucked you on every surface of this house, make sure there wasn't a moment that passed where you didn't have my cum dripping down your legs." He relents with the most meager of thrusts forward, widening the spread of your pretty folds suckling around him. "Anything to keep my darling 'lil babymaker satisfied, pump you full every minute of the day and make sure it takes."

"Ch-Cheol… please! Wan' you so bad."

"You'd like that, right? Givin' you a baby so you stay here forever. We'll make as many as you want, I'll even take time off to help." The sudden rush of paternal instincts makes the man pause, chuckling and muttering more to himself, if anything, "maybe you've been tryna babytrap me all along."

"Jus' want, just want your dick."

"I know, baby."

Seungcheol simpers at your pitiful plea but the menace in him victoriously pulls out and away, the departing wet 'pop' as loud as the slight fracture in his heart at doing so.

"No!"

In visible grief, your seizing legs clamp at his side with your heels digging into the dip right before the curve of his ass, clawing at his shoulder blades like a cat. That does nothing though except squish his length against your needy cunt, gliding pathetically against it but not once inside. 

He smirks and whispers hoarsely, "If you want it so bad, put it in yourself."

A shaky hand reaches down to grasp and stroke at his dick, inadvertently brushing against your swollen clit that has your hips jumping. You bite down on your lower lip in an attempt to concentrate, blindly guiding his slippery cockhead to where it rightfully belongs. All while Seungcheol watches with amusement and a pained expression of how heavenly your hand feels on him — and even more when you succeed and bully him inch by inch inside of your gummy walls that suction and ripple greedily.

"There we go, yeah fuck… just like that."

Further and further, squelch by squelch until your pussy stretches to swallow and take him all. Only a finger's width between your pelvises kissing one another, knuckles snug against his heavy scrotum. You release him with triumph, clinging again to his neck. Seungcheol takes the final push and you let out simultaneous moans when his balls settle warmly against your ass and the neatly trimmed hairs at the base of his shaft are flush with your pubic bone. The tiny rough strands becoming even more soft and soaked by all of the arousal leaking out of your hole and his slit.

"Mine," he affirms and sticks his pinky through the open diamond heart pendant, nail lightly scratching the front of your throat. 

"Yours." You hold onto his wrist, finally feeling so deliriously full and giggling a bit because you're somewhat light-headed. "You're mine too."

"Yeah, all yours, baby."

Seungcheol's beginning thrusts are slow, deep, and concentrated. He barely leaves your warmth, only sliding a little bit back before a harsh thrust forward to nudge his tip against the rougher spot that has some drool dribbling at the corner of your mouth out of sheer pleasure. 

That doesn't last long though, the both of you are extremely worked up and super sensitive. It only takes a few minutes before he's setting an erratic pace. Strong forearms cage your head to protect it and keep you somewhat stationary while giving him enough strength to absolutely plow into you without forgiveness. 

The couple thousand dollar choker starts to shift against your skin, bouncing ever so slightly in time with each repetition of relentless slams into your pussy. Such a sight delights Seungcheol so much, eyes focused on the glittery accessory and listening for its rhythmic jingle — bruising your tender flesh in ways that his lips don't — that ends up drowned out by the continual slap of the hard fucking he delivers.

"Gonna cum for me, sweetheart? Let me fill ya up?"

"S-soon! 'm gonna cum… so soon!"

"I… know. Oh fuck, I know baby. Let go for me, please. Surrender… ngh 'n give it all to me."

A powerful climax washes over you like a surprise, the setoff finalized by the large hand placed on your tummy. Applying just enough pressure to feel every vein and ridge of the cock against your inner walls while on the outside, Seungcheol lets out a guttural and feral groan at the upward bulge beneath his fingertips. 

You let go with a wail that's swallowed by his lips capturing yours. Your nails dig into whatever you're grasping onto, teeth unconsciously biting down on his tongue you meant to simply caress with your own. 

He lets out a strangled "oomph!" but the pain is easily sedated by the seductive way you contract and massage his dick in your unraveling — and then unprompted, he's spilling over the edge too. Coating your walls in thick ropes of white that sear your insides, gobbling up the release with repeated clenches as you both pant and wait for the orgasmic bliss to fade out.

"I think you're so sexy." Seungcheol mumbles the words tiredly into your shoulder and the laugh you let out sounds more like a winded wheeze.

"How lucky I am that you think that, has the post-nut clarity hit yet or… ?"

"I'm serious. I love you."

"I love you too. Happy birthday to my perfect sugar boyfriend or whatever."

He snorts, lifting his head to send you a lazy grin. "Yeah, happy birthday to me — the luckiest bitch on the planet to be loved by you."

"Spoiled is more like it but yeah. I'd say I'm pretty lucky too."

Adoration shines in both of your weary eyes, though Seungcheol has the audacity to lick his now very dry and cracked lips. "Say, was I right in picking out your gift or do you need more test runs?"

"What I need is a hot bath — no funky business — and at least twenty-four hours of sleep."

"That sounds good too. Y'know… if we sleep for a whole other day and confirm our relationship then, we can fuck for two days straight every year as an anniversary celebration!" His voice lowers, already acting naughty and unintentionally work himself up. "And then I'm positive you'll be bred properly."

You slap his shoulder. Hard. "Choi Seungcheol!"

"'m just kiddin'," he blatantly lies and gently pulls out of your sloppy pussy. Grunting at the goop and messy wetness that got everywhere. "Think we'll need to get a new couch."

"Great idea! Now, you can spend your money on something practical."

"Love you too." 

"God, what did I get myself into." When you roll your eyes, a toothy grin is what you receive in return. 

"I dunno, love, but I think this roommates to fuck buddies to lovers arrangement will work out beautifully, don't you?"

You give him another kiss just to shut him up. If you ever admit he's right, well, that would be with a mouthful of cock and a story saved for another time.

onlyseokmins: September 2023 ©

[tsukinoshinjiu]

the expressions that you drew for all the LU Links on the cover art….those are some insane details! Sky and Wild are both grimacing, Warriors looks almost displeased and Time looks so CONTENT aaksjsbhahqhah

Hehe thank you so much!! Time is definetly the only one that's actually having any degree of a good time LOL. There's actually a lot more symbolism to the back cover than it may seem >:) Please allow me this opportunity to yap about it below~ (spoilers for the Willow Bark and Chamomile fic!)

Although the placement of the links has no regard between each other, I deliberately placed them in specific spots relating to their dreams, most specifically, in regards to light and shadow. In this artwork, the sunlight means good, warm, comfort, but also the truth, and to an extent, the goddesses presence (most specifically for Sky more than the others). The shadows represent the nightmares, the windfish's control, and even bad feelings in general. Time, Wind and Four are fully in the sun, the ones with the most peaceful dreams. While Time basks in it, Wind is almost confused, he is facing the truth, looking for it, but can't quite grasp it, whereas Four is turned away from it, he doesn't want to look. Twilight is the only one fully divided into light and dark, probably the most obvious of the metaphors. He physically can't choose sides, to the extent even his dream is split in two. Wars and Hyrule are in the shadows, but the sunlight is there, just barely reaching its fingers to their head. They know something is wrong, but the windfish is messing with their mind, making it harder to think. Sky and Wild are the ones with the worst luck. Completely in shadows, Sky just barely close enough to the sunlight, almost reaching for it, but no goddess will appear in a made-up land. Wild, almost struggling to breathe in fighting the weight of his memories, where even good memories are bittersweet, and bad ones are even worse to bear. Of course, Legend is the only one standing, yet his face is not visible at all. That's kind of what he felt like in this fic, an outside agent, a secondary character to the other's problems, yet still the one active player. Distant, yet vital. We don't know how exactly he feels, and that's kind of the point. This isn't at all alluded to in the story, but wouldn't it be fair to think he, too, fell into a dream when they arrived? What would've been in the veteran's ideal reality? Was it painful for him to wake up of his own volition? Or was it only natural, for verily, it be the nature of dreams to end? In truth, none of these things were present in the fic, I drew them like this explicitly for these metaphors, perhaps a bit too obviously. I wonder If I am reaching too far? That's the kind of lines you cross when you go 30 hours in a paiting, lol. But those were my thoughts working on it anyway. I hope they sound cooler outside my head XD

[malicedragoness]

Kinktober Day 2 - Bath/Shower

Characters: Syzoth x GN Titan!Reader

Word Count: 782

Synopsis: Titan Reader has been busy piecing together their timeline after the battle with Titan Shang Tsung. Syzoth decides to help them unwind a bit in a hot spring.

Notes: Not beta read, we die like men! And I know it’s not technically a bath, but who’s gonna stop me? Lol

Warnings: Sex in a hot spring, oral sex (no gender specified)

Kinktober 2024 tag list: @bihanspookies

An exhausted sigh left your lips as you lazily unlatched the buckles of your armor. After Titan Shang Tsung had been dealt with, there have been lasting repercussions to your timeline that you have been diligently working on solving with Geras. The mere existence of other timelines had thrown you for a loop. Much less being summoned by Liu Kang to help defend his world and the worlds of others.

After a few grueling months with not a moment to yourself, you decided to break away for a few minutes to bathe in the hot springs of your quiet mountainside. When you shaped the world, you carved a safe haven for yourself in a beautiful part of the world.

Constructing a small bath house for yourself on the peak of a mountain. Ivory stone walls formed a protective barrier from any who could stumble upon you. The roof and one of the walls opened up to reveal the perfect vista. Lush, green forests, gorgeous mountaintops, serene skies, and the swirling warmth of the springs.

The perfect place to bathe and rest your weary bones. Your armor slumped to the ground with a heavy thump. Your robes soon join the pieces of metal, eager to soak in the blissful warmth.

Once bare, you crack your toes on the dewy grass before lowering yourself into the shimmering water. The steamy depths send soothing tingles throughout your nerve endings. Like a warm caress traveling up your spine, gently massaging every atom of your body, down to your bones.

A pleased sigh leaves your lips, sinking into the hot spring until it meets your chin. You close your eyes, listening to the gentle sound of the water and leaves fluttering in the wind.

Only one person could make this even better.

A faint shuffling could be heard, causing a smirk to tug on the corner of your lips. If not for your enhanced hearing as a Titan, you would have been none the wiser.

“I was just thinking of you, Syzoth.” Your eyes hold a teasing glint as you gaze at the wall to your right.

A thud could be heard as heavy feet landed on the soft grass. The air rippled like a calm lake being disturbed by a thrown rock, as the Zaterran’s reptilian visage appeared.

Syzoth cut a menacing figure. Muted green-yellow scales decorated a hulking, muscular body. Sharp claws, broad shoulders, powerful tail, and taller than any human you’ve ever met.

He crawled to the edge of the hot spring, muscles rippling with each step. You watched in fascination as he plunged head first into steaming waters, completely immersing himself, until even his tail was underwater.

Little bubbles floated to the surface as he swam his way over to you. A gentle glow emanated underwater for a brief moment.

Soft hands glided up your legs, causing a shiver to run down your spine. A human face poked just above the surface, revealing mischievous emerald eyes.

“Syzoth!” You jump up, letting out a surprised laugh when his hands tease your sides.

Syzoth stands up, water cascading down his toned body, making your heart skip a beat. “You finally decided to grace me with your smile.”

His hands cup your face and he leans his forehead against yours. A low, affectionate growl rumbles in his throat.

“I’m sorry, love. I’ve been busy.” You murmur, basking in his comforting presence and the warmth of his hands. You always wondered how they could be so soft in his human form, when his clawed hands were rough and thick.

“I know. You’ve done amazing.” He presses his lips to yours in a chaste kiss. Oh, how you’ve missed those lips!

“Let me show you how much I’ve missed you,” he whispers into your ear.

His warm hands travel down your wet body, caressing every groove and dip. Open mouth kisses slowly trail down your neck, your chest, and lower abdomen, until Syzoth’s head submerged in the water to kneel before your needy sex.

You feel his elongated forked tongue licking a long stripe along your arousal. His smooth tongue swirls, licks, and teases you relentlessly. Your hips try to buck against his mouth, but he holds you down with clawed hands, refusing to let you move an inch. Making you submit to his sweet onslaught.

“Syzoth…” You whine, gripping the edge of the hot spring.

Bubbles break through the surface as his movements speed up. Plush lips greedily suck on your sensitive flesh. Scaley tail swishing in the water.

You tilt your head back and close your eyes.

It’s been too long since you’ve felt Syzoth’s loving touch.

The world can wait. Right now, you need him.

[joi-me-hoi-me-noi]

Rafayel x Reader - Blurbs

A/n: might be a bit of a hot take lmao but Rafayel isn’t my favorite character 😂.

For some reason, I feel like Rafayel would have a weird pull near creatures of the sea

Like if he ever took you to the aquarium, you’d be real surprised

As he leads you through the aquarium, you both decide to rest on the bench

“This was a great idea, Rafayel. I had no idea there was an aquarium.”

“It’s the most expensive too. They have every sea animal you could think of.”

You smile as he basks in your compliment of his choice of a date. Then you notice something. You place a hand on his shoulder and point at the aquatic critters through the glass.

“Rafayel, they are just looking at you? Is this like a Lemurian thing?”

He nods before speaking. “Yes, they recognize me as a Lemurian. Technically a Lemurian God.”

A group of school kids pass by, looking at the both of you in awe. Rafayel lightly taps your palm as if to say ‘watch this’. He raises his hand in the air and then snaps, causing the aquatic animals to scurry off. A bunch of ‘oohs’ and ‘ahhs’ and other words of amusement tumbled out the children’s mouths.

Soon their teacher gathers them and continues with their tour. Most of them continue to look at Rafayel as they are led away from the scene. A smile appears on your face as you turn to your lover.

“It’s very sweet of you to do that for those kids. They’ll be talking about it all day.”

“I know, I’ll be the talk of the school.”

You stretch and then stand from the bench. You outstretch your palm to him with an upturned lip.

“Let’s continue where we left off, I wanna see the whale sharks and manta rays.”

---Added Part---

Now we all know Rafayel's worst enemy!!

Cats...

He cannot stand or be next to cats

He's so fucking silly and weird but whatever

You want to help him grow as a man

So, you invite him over to your apartment

"Welcome in, make yourself at home." "Can do. Wanna watch a-" You heard him stop in his tracks, your cat appeared and is now right beside him. "Rafayel, it's okay. This is c/n, he's very sweet." The way the fish man looks over at you makes your heart melt. His lips are pouted, and his eyes are big but still darting between you and c/n. "Y/n, you know damn well I don't like cats." "This is a growing experience, please just try for me. I'll sit in between you and c/n." "Fine." "Cool, let's watch a movie." During the movie, he keeps side-eyeing your cat and making sure it doesn't even think about moving closer to him. "Rafayel, you can pet him y'know." "Absolutely not." "Ok but how are you supposed to get over your fear." He sighs and then reaches his pointer finger over to your cat. C/n simply sniffs his finger and Rafayel already looks like he's about to pass out. "Ok, ok. You can retract your hand. I don't need you passing out on me."

In my writer opinion as a person who loves cats and plays LADS...

Rafayel is a pussy!

Again for the people in the back:

RAFAYEL IS A PUSSY!!!!

[bg3-stole-my-soul]

❤️Tall Fem! Tav x Astarion Headcanons❤️

So— Tall Fem!Tavs— we need more love and I am going to attempt to play with the idea because in fandom spaces I only ever see fem Tavs that are shorter than Astarion and it makes my tall self’s heart ache.

I also know in game it doesn’t matter if your Tav is taller than Astarion…. But like what if it did— 👀

I am going to keep this as racially, background, and class ambiguous as possible however it is very clear the short races like halflings, dwarves, and gnomes this is most certainly not applicable to. I love them, don’t get me wrong, but this is for us 🤌😌

So on that note physically this Tav is tall, muscular, and probably a lil physically intimidating— and like almost every character I write is of Chaotic Good alignment. Tav is a big, sweet, mischievous muscle mommy with big hands—

This is my first time doing a post like this so please be gracious. I did my best to keep this in character for Astarion, while also sweet and mostly focused on his POV.

Being taller than most of your companions wasn’t a bad thing exactly, just a thing. You had outgrown many of your peers ages ago and while it had embarrassed you for a long time, you eventually embraced it. The stares of others became empowering instead of making you try to shrink yourself in any way you could. However this did not save you from being nabbed by mind flayers and infected— damn. It also surprised you when an elf shorter than you managed to catch you by surprise and hold a knife to your throat.

I don’t think Astarion is the type to be insecure regarding his height, man’s petty enough to climb the counters to the top shelf if he damn well feels like it. However upon meeting a female Tav who’s taller than him, stronger than him, he is ever so slightly worried. It makes him want to spur his plan of manipulation for protection into action quickly. Only because he doesn’t want to run the risk of getting snapped like a toothpick—

On that note, watching you fight absolutely does something to this man. Being able to see your muscles all the way from his perch on the other side of the battlefield is certainly something he can appreciate. He can absolutely admit that you are fine af, especially covered in blood.

At first he would be annoyed if you did things like pat him on the head with your huge hands- after all he puts a lot of work into his hair that he can’t see— but comes to realize it’s your way of gentle support. And he supposes it’s better than other things… Eventually he grows to love you resting your big hands on his head or shoulders. And even further down the line holding your hand, his slender fingers tangled in yours.

When this man chooses to try and bite you in your sleep it is absolutely out of sheer desperation because he is terrified of those arms staking him. But when you accept what he is without any real complaint.. he is pleasantly surprised. He likes you’ve got a good heart in that big chest of yours.

When he gets downed in a fight and wakes up to find himself in your arms being carried back to camp OH BOY that might be the first moment he realizes he’s in trouble.

The next time is absolutely the morning after the tiefling party. He wakes up at the crack of dawn snuggled into your tiddies— and as the old meme states “World hard and cold, tiddy soft and warm”. If he weren’t so excited to bask in the sun he would have stayed there all morning. Post confession it is his favorite way to cuddle.

He believes your arms are the safest place to be, and he is probably right. Being held by you makes him feel like he is surrounded in warmth, and if he sleeps there he usually has less nightmares. Drinking your blood with your arms wrapped around him is genuinely sweet and euphoric for this man.

❤️⚜️❤️⚜️❤️⚜️❤️⚜️❤️⚜️❤️

~ ❤️18+ HEADCANONS BELOW❤️~

He also enjoys the two of you just snuggling and admiring one another’s appearances, it’s intimate, and it feels right. He loves being able to take his time tracing his hands everywhere on your larger body, finding the places that make you laugh and squirm for him.

He also doesn’t mind a little manhandling if it’s from you, because he knows despite your size you will happily let him move you where he wants or stop if he’s no longer comfortable.

Back at the tiefling party he let you top, and while he does enjoy that, he enjoys it just as much if not more when he does. He enjoys getting to look down at you, and see you come undone at his touch. Call it vanilla, but this man loves being able to watch your face during sex, being able to look into your eyes is a BIG thing for this man.

[angelicvigilante]

(had to edit becuz it got rid of a whole paragraph, sry if u saw that ver)I ended up thinking about this for like an hour, before coming up with this shitty draft, please bare with my bad writing for the moment. It's short and boring, but it gets my thoughts out!(Under the read more.) //Also tagged the characters mentioned basically once..let me know if I shouldn't do that I'm not good with the tagging system.

Lucifer was– Completely and utterly fed up; And at this point, that sounded more like an understatement. Piles of paperwork added to his already overflowing load, he’s beginning to believe his brothers couldn’t behave to save their lives, at least for once, he wants to go one day without something going wrong, without one of his brothers' mess of a tirade.

Really, he can’t even begin to form a thought other than anger at this point, feeling more like wrath than pride as he opens the door to the underground tomb. Ironically, he felt like he needed to ground himself, making purposeful long strides, met with Cerberus happily bounding up to him, one head barking– Another panting with its tongue out, the third reaching down to his level, letting his hand press against the wet snout of the beast. Lucifer receives a lick against his hand in return, just barely letting a side of his lip quirk up at it. “If only everyone behaved as you do.”

The dog seems to enjoy the praise, the head in the middle letting out a keening whine as it searches for Lucifer’s attention as well. “It seems I can’t go a single day without one of my brothers causing trouble.” He sighs out, getting out the thought somehow seeming to release the pressure he didn’t know was crushing him, hand finding a comforting purchase within coarse fur, although blocked by his glove; Something he finds himself thankful for, he doesn’t know if he’d even be able to handle the thought of the way the touch would feel at the moment.

“I’m starting to think Mammon finds it funny to have Levi chase him demanding his money back–” One of Cerberus’s heads lick his cheek, causing a grimace to appear on his face, wiping off the slobber, he glares at the dog for a short moment, though he’s sure the beast won’t change its behavior. “And as kind as Beel is, he could stand learning patience within a restaurant, I’m not sure I can deal with another scared demon coming to me with the repair costs–” Lucifer’s rant continues, onto a point he doesn’t even remember what he’s saying, basking in the comforting presence of an animal, the feel of someone– Human or not against him. He’s far from prideful in the moment, but it brings him comfort, in a way he didn’t think he’d receive from another.

posted this as a reblog first time on accident.. i dont think any1 saw it but sry >_<

[r1-jw-lover]

This little post I made on Akira and John exploded more than I expected, so I shall offer more interesting observations that I noticed about lighting choices/colour symbolism in the John Wick movies. Before we get into it, I would like to recommend these analysis [1, 2] by @evren-sadwrn on Marquis de Gramont, John Wick and Helen Wick talking about the same topic as I am below.

Charon

Most of Charon's scenes throughout the franchise were otherwise dark backdrops only brightened up by the lamps/light sources around him, which exemplifies the fact that he is the most reliable, dependable and trustworthy character, ally and friend in this dark criminal underworld, fitting for someone named after the ferryman of the underworld in Greek mythology.

The only scene where Charon notably breaks this pattern was his final scene when the Marquis shot him when he and Winston and everyone else were drenched in the Marquis' harsh golden lighting, which was heartbreaking to say the least.

Marcus

Similarly, Marcus' scenes in the first film had mostly grey backdrops, representing the stability, monotony, and lack of transformation of his life, in contrast to John who just lost his wife at the time.

The two exceptions happened during the two most important points of his character arc, the first one being darkly-lit when Marcus decided to not shoot a resting John from the Continental's window and warned him instead, and the second one being brightly-lit when Marcus got beaten up and then killed by Viggo in his home for helping John. These two scenes were also backdropped by yellow lighting as opposed to the blueish hues from his previous scenes.

Cassian & Ares, Gianna & Santino

I'm putting these four characters together in the same section because they share a common theme in terms of lighting choice, especially during their last scenes. Both Cassian's and Ares' final fight with John ended in brightly-lit settings with white lights. On the other hand, both Gianna's and Santino's death scenes took place in darkly-lit settings. The parallels, man, the parallels!

Caine

The lighting choice for Caine was kinda hard to pin down, and I think it's because it's meant to represent the emotional conflict Caine faces throughout Chapter 4. The fluctuation between light and dark, neon and natural lights reflects his dilemma very well, with his darkest lit scene arguably being his duel with Koji, where it's also the only scene he took down his sunglasses, thus signifying his lowest point in the movie.

But I think it's also worth noting that despite being the obvious second main character after John in the fourth film, Caine was merely a side actor basking in other people's spotlights, whether that be the Marquis' harsh golden lights, Koji's neon lights, or John's (more accurately Helen's) yellow candlelights/sunlight. Caine was a supporting role up until the post-credit when he gets to reunite with his daughter. That's when he gets his own spotlight and arguably the brightest scene he's ever appeared in.

Okay, that's all I could find as of now. There are definitely more characters to dissect and study but I will stop here. If you want more analysis like this, please reblog.

[symphonyofsilence]

I am ready for the conversation about WWX crushing on JGY. Please elaborate 👉👈

I'M GLAD YOU ASKED!

Finally the day has come! Here we go!

First of all, this flirting here as JGY has a guqin string to WWX's throat! WWX My man may be discovering new kinks! The chemistry is off the charts! LWJ & LXC wished they could flirt like this!

"I think it's best if Young Master Wei stops right there. It's nothing if your flute's broken, but if your tongue or your fingers went missing, it'd be such a shame."

Wei WuXian immediately put his hand away, agreeing, "You make so much sense."

The person, "May I request your company?"

Wei WuXian nodded, "You're too polite,Sect Leader Jin."

Jin GuangYao smiled, "It's my pleasure."

Wei WuXian, "LianFang-Zun, you hid quite a big land deed in the secret chamber of Fragrant Palace, right beside my manuscripts. Don't you remember?"

Jin GuangYao, "Oh, that would be my fault. I should've put them separately."

Wei WuXian, "Right now, we won't be able to run from your grasp no matter what, so could you perhaps tell me just what a creature is being suppressed in this Guanyin Temple, LianFang-Zun, and quench my curiosity a bit?"

Jin GuangYao smiled, "Quenching your curiosity doesn't come at a low price. Young Master Wei, are you sure you'd like to try?"

Wei WuXian, "Oh. On second thought, then, nevermind."

(This whole interaction is even fruitier in the live-action)

He smiled, "Because that's what kind of a person you are. At best, you're the untamed hero; at worst, you offend people wherever you go. Unless all those whom you've offended lived their lives safely, as soon as something happened to them or someone did something to them, the first person they suspect would be you and the first person they seek revenge on would also you. And this is something you have no control over." Somehow, Wei WuXian smiled, "What should I do? For some reason, I think make a lot of sense."

Nothing like accepting and understanding your favorite homme Fatale's choice of bringing your downfall 'cause he just makes so much sense what you gonna do!😊 🤷🏻‍♀️

The way JGY is described:

Wei WuXian, on the other hand, carefully observed the chief cultivator of all sects.

Jin GuangYao was born with quite an advantageous face. His skin was fair, and he had a vermillion mark embellished on his forehead. His pupils were distinct against the whites of the eyes, appearing lively but not frivolous. His features appeared rather clean, attractive yet also ingenious. The shadow of a smile that always perched by the corners of his lips, and his brows, revealed at once his clever character. Such a face was enough to earn the love of women, but still wouldn't evoke the vigilance or aversion of men; the elderly would think of him as sweet, while the young would think of him as amicable. Even if one didn't like him, they definitely wouldn't hate him either, which was why his face was "advantageous". Although his figure was a bit small, his calm demeanor was more than enough to make up for it. Donning a cap made of black gauze, he wore the LanlingJin Sect's formal uniform, a blooming Sparks Amidst Snow crest over the front of his round-collared robe. With a nine-ringed belt at his waist, liuhe boots at his feet, and a right hand pressing down on the hilt of the sword hung by his side, he let out a powerful aura of inviolability.

Like LWJ is described in one paragraph ending with "mourning clothes" and JGY is described for a whole page with WWX going on and on about how you get some sort of feeling looking at him...EVERYONE! man and woman, young and old catch some sort of feeling basking in JGY's charm & beauty. (But he's being nonchalant about it...'cause ofc he doesn't have a crush...)

The unnecessary shade WWX throws at poor QS:

At this point, with a woman dressed in lavish robes by his arm, Jin GuangYao stepped into the room. Although the woman seemed rather dignified, a trace of innocence was blended into her expression. Even her graceful features appeared somewhat childlike. This was the official wife of Jin GuangYao, the mistress of Carp Tower-Qin Su.

descendents of prominent clans. Qin Su as the beloved daughter of Qin CangYe. Her personality was naive, but she had lived a comfortable life and was taught excellent manners.

Fortunately, although Qin Su had always seemed innocently ignorant since a young age, even to the point of being somewhat dense, she didn't trust Jin GuangYao anymore. She stared blankly at Jin GuangYao

I can't remember, and searched & couldn't find who it was that pointed out that the situation with NMJ had escalated so bad that the only way left for Jiggy was to murder him, and yet at the slightest, most desperate, most basic attempt at de-escalation that JGY shows WWX is BLOWN AWAY! Like: JGY: "Sry, Da-ge. My bad." WWX:

JGY is just trying to live another day without getting murdered by Da-ge and WWX is like Jin Guangyao is a master manipulator.

Jin GuangYao sighed, "HuaiSang is used to being spoiled, but he can't be Qinghe's idle Second Young Master for his whole life. One day he'll realize that you're doing this for him, Brother, just like how I realized that you're doing this for me."

Wei WuXian, Bravo, bravo. I wouldn't be able to say such words even if given two lifetimes, but Jin GuangYao can adjust his tone so that it doesn't sound strange at all. It even sounds a bit pleasing to the ears.

WWX taking a moment in the middle of QS's intense breakdown, crying, screaming, throwing up, pulling at her hair to remind us that Jin Guangyao is serving:

He was her husband. As of right now, under the candlelight, he looked as calm and as picturesque as ever.

Like...not now king .QS is having a moment here. Keep it in your pants for now. the last person who was horny for JGY is not yet done having her breakdown so you can walk in like that Theresa May meme and say that you'll take it from here!

What he most sees of Jin Guangyao is through Da-ge's eyes. Which are very horny eyes to look at JGY with. And it SHOWS.

The boy's figure was on the smaller side. He had fair skin and dark brows, precisely those favor-gaining features of Jin GuangYao.

When asshole Nie soldiers trash talk MY:

A flame of anger sprout within Nie MingJue's heart, burning all the way into Wei WuXian.

Wearing a gauze gap, he was almost beyond recognition. As handsome as ever, his cleverness was the same, yet his air was calmer that it had ever been.

The whole Wen Yao scene speaks for itself.

His chemistry with Xue Yang was unrivaled and JGY reminds WWX of Xue Yang:

recalling a certain someone as he watched how Jin GuangYao smiled and batted his eyes even as he fought. He whispered, "He really is the same as Xue Yang."

He admires JGY:

In these types of games, the head of all cultivators, LianFang-Zun, who was currently the most successful of all, was of course the most popular character. Although his family background was a bit disgraceful, the fact that he later climbed to such a rank was precisely why people respected him. During the Sunshot Campaign, he skillfully worked undercover for the QishanWen Sect, deceiving all of the Wen Sect's people to a point that a tremendous amount of information were disclosed, yet they knew nothing. After the Sunshot Campaign, with flattery, wit, and countless other methods, he finally became the Chief Cultivator, fully deserving of the title. Such a life could even be considered a legend. If he was playing, he'd also want to try being Jin GuangYao.

It wasn't difficult to understand why Lan XiChen defended this person. To be honest, even Wei WuXian himself didn't have a terrible opinion of the person they were suspicious of. Perhaps because of his background, he had always treated others with kindness and humility. He was the type of person who never offended anyone, the type who could make everyone around him feel comfortable talking to him, let alone ZeWu-Jun, who had been friends with him for years.

Jiang Cheng smirked, "Don't carry your sword, then. It doesn't matter. But don't provoke Jin ZiXuan from now on. He's Jin Guangshan's only son, after all. The future leader of the LanlingJin Sect will be him. If you beat him up, what should I, the sect leader, do? Beat him up with you? Or punish you?" Wei WuXian, "Isn't Jin GuangYao here now? Jin GuangYao seems so much better than him."

Jin Ling quickly tugged at the back hems of Jin GuangYao's robe. Jin GuangYao seemed as though he had been born to resolve conflicts,

Jin GuangYao could remember the name, title, age, and appearance of a person after just one encounter. Even after a few years, he'd be able to greet them without any fault, often carrying out solicitous conversations as well. If he had seen someone more than twice, he'd remember all of their likes and dislikes, therefore able to cater to their needs.

"With Jin Ling's temper, he offends other people whenever he opens his mouth, he pokes at the hornet's nest whenever he raises his hand. Your sect's JingYi calls him Young Mistress-well, he's right. The many times before this, if it weren't for how we protected him, he'd have no lives left. Jiang Cheng isn't at all someone who knows how to teach children. Jin GuangYao, on the other hand..."

(Now he's just going around attributing random capabilities such as the ability to raise a fully functional child to a man he's met only a handful of times 13 years ago as though he fully believes there's nothing he can't do.)

thinking, When Jin GuangYao saw the strange paperman and saw Suibian being unsheathed, he must've guessed who I was right there. And so he quickly made up a series of lies, causing Qin Su to take her own life, and then purposely force me to the cabinet with Suibian inside so that I could unsheath my sword and reveal my identity. Scary, scary. Who could've known that his reaction was so fast and his lies so flawless?

When Jin GuangYao lied, it really was unashamed and full of vigor! As others heard this, of course they'd think that Mo XuanYu had slandered LianFang-Zun and caused Madam Jin to take her own life since he held hatred toward him. Even Wei WuXian couldn't think of anything to say in refutation. What could he say? How he saw Nie MingJue's head? How he snuck into the secret room? The name of the person whom Qin Su saw before she died? The odd letter that could easily be argued as fictitious and fabricated? Such refutation would only make him look even more suspicious!

Under the shock and the terror, he spoke as though his words flew, fearing that Nie MingJue might start chopping before he could even finish his explanation. Despite this, his explanation still had clear logic. Every sentence was highlighting how horrible the others were, how poor he himself was.

Immediately after it were Jin ZiXuan's murals. Usually, in order to signify their absolute power, sect leaders would purposely lessen the number of murals for cultivators of their own generation or perhaps switch to an inferior artist, so that they wouldn't be outshone. To these acts, everyone gave silent approval, showing their understanding. However, Jin ZiXuan had four murals as well, unbelievably standing on equal footing as Jin GuangYao. The handsome man in the paintings displayed both pride and vigor.

Jin GuangYao didn't let her down either. Even though he held the important position of Chief Cultivator, his behavior was drastically different from his father's. He never took in any concubines, much less had a relationship with any other woman. This was indeed something that many wives of sect leaders envied.

He kins JGY:

And so, the waves of criticism began:

"Who knew this person could be so ungrateful and immoral!"

In the past few years, the words 'ungrateful' and 'immoral' were almost tied to Wei WuXian. At first, he even thought that they were criticizing him again. He only realized afterwards that even though it was the same people using the same words, the object of their criticism had already changed. He felt a bit not used to it.

Wei WuXian felt that things were rather comical, If they're rumors, why the hurry to believe them? If they're secrets, why would you come to know them?

These rumors didn't happen in just the one day. However, in the past, when Jin Guangyao was popular, they were suppressed quite well. Almost nobody took them seriously. Yet, tonight, all of the rumors seemed to have become absolute truths, forming the rocks and bricks of Jin GuangYao's supposedly-committed crimes, proving his lack of morality.

Wei WuXian immediately felt a bit speechless. The last time others praised him like this was during the Sunshot Campaign more than ten years ago. Although somebody finally inherited his position as being the enemy of the entire cultivation world, Wei WuXian didn't feel happiness at such an end, much less any warmth from finally being accepted by everyone.

He only doubted in silence, Back then, could it have been just like today? A group of people gathered up in a place, began a secret discussion, cursed everything, and finally decided to have a siege on Burial Mound?

But there was no use in saying all that. Nobody knew with more clarity than Wei WuXian that nobody would care and nobody would believe him. Anything related to Jin GuangYao would be given the most malicious conjectures and passed through the mouths of the crowd

They're narrative parallels, similar in every way, even in their relationship with twin jades and it's very sexy of them!

The crush thing aside, (I wasn't entirely serious about it. Just saying that if you wanna read it that way, the things are there. But he does admire JGY & the chemistry is certainly there) He barely even registers JGY as an antagonist in his story (he even resignedly admits that he would have sooner or later angered someone and got killed anyway even if JGY did nothing). He even confronts NHS, who brought him back to life about what he did to Meng Shi's body. We've seen how WWX treats the other antagonists of his story, the way he tortures Wen Chao & Wang Lingjiao, and other Wens to death, the way he raises dead Wens to kill their kin, the way he doesn't even remember Jin Zixun's name, or take SMS seriously. But what JGY gets is respect, both in general and in that he was a worthy player in their game (that wasn't even THEIR game), and understanding & sympathy.

[minsarasarahair]

An attempt to persuade you to watch Word of Honor and Good Omens

I made this for WOH fans who are interested in Good Omens and for Good Omens fans who are interested in WOH. Just a brief summary of what you will get from each series.

Both main characters are kinda gray in a sense they have their own principles and don't let others control their decision. They are willing to smudge the edge of black and white for what they believe in. Those who question things and teamed up from different sides. They have their own side. In WOH, Zhou Zishu is not really in heroes side but he used to do atrocious deeds for greater good (serving who he thought is the right guy but actually the wrong guy) but quit because he's done. He and Aziraphale have the same conflicts. Aziraphale the angel is confused about God's plans so he works secretly with Crowley the demon to make a different path with no casualties. As for Wen Kexing and Crowley, they are both in the bad side but they are not really that evil and have similar circumstances of why he ended up in bad side.

The characters who claimed they are in the good side are sketchy af. In WOH, its the heroes alliance obsessed in getting rid of evil and in Good Omens, its the angels & God having weird plan to start a war against demons.

The 2 main characters have godly chemistry as friends and as a couple.

You will see the 2 mcs in different pretty costumes.

Main CP of course started suspicious of each other but became close friends who investigate things together. So if you love plot and don't wish to only focus on romance, you will like this.

They banter a lot in a funny way and sometimes have an argument. Break up and Make up is a cycle in their relationship. At least they know how to apologize to each other.

Subtle love language and simple things became special as long as they are together. Idk about you but I like romance that don't center only about kissing or sexual actions because that no longer move me. I literally read smut webtoon with straight face but I'm weak to cuteness okay. In WenZhou, their thing are calling each other's names, drinking together under the moon and basking under the sun. In AziraCrow, using an umbrella or their wings to protect another and eating out together.

One of the mc are too naïve or reckless for their own good and it usually the source of their argument. Crowley and Wen Kexing are both angry whenever the other helps someone from their enemy's side.

Another's belongings is also their belonging. Aziraphale claimed Crowley's car is their car and Wen Kexing was seen using Zhou Zishu's money pouch in many circumstances.

The first season of Good Omens is actually more closer to Word of Honor because of the way Crowley and Aziraphale watch over the Satan's kid reminds me of WenZhou watching over Chengling. Too bad the kid didn't appear again in 2nd season. Season 2 of Good Omens is closer to Faraway Wanderers (WOH novel) because it explore more the romance aspect of their relationship. WOH sadly don't have a kissing scene because of Chinese media censorship but I assure you the team behind WOH fought hard for this drama to happen and some of the leaked uncut scenes I have seen that didn't make to the final cut are very intimate. WOH actors are also very aware that WenZhou is without a doubt a couple. There's something wrong with you if you think WOH is not homoerotic enough. Like please, WOH WenZhou is so obsessed in the idea of living together like a true married couple. Just like how Crowley treasure Aziraphale's bookshop as if its his home.

[furious-mango]

Another one crazy AU idea.

What if mphfpc was a feel-good comedy with the elements of musical? No one’s dead, everyone’s happy And the main character isn’t Jacob

Who then? Bentham brothers

[idk where's Alma in this au so feel free to add somethin to the story to fulfill her absence]

I see it so clear because you know what? It’s The Greatest Showman!

Phineas Taylor Barnum [P.T.!!!] Look at this man! He looks like both Jack and Myron imho

They’re like two sides of man actually. The one who wants SHOW and applause and to be looked upon with delight and so on And another, who wants show too but also wants to be with his family / loved ones

The Greatest Show [beginning]

How handsome he is.. i cant handle

In de beningi... ngi... nevermind. In the beginning he appears more calm but clearly enjoys the action. That's Myron's feature

That last part when the lights and music fades away but he keeps quietly singing those words…. im gonna start crying rn

I feel like Myron is lost in himself and in what he's doing but keeps going. Jack, on the other hand, is confident

The Other Side

oh look who's there! So young and yet innocent Percival Murmeow

Jack recruting Percy to quit loop life and join his emo band / circus / rebellious group etc. [underline as appropriate]

and after that they're dancing on tables. we all want to see Jack and almost drunk Percival dancing on tables and then makin the deal of their life.

"Sir, it looks like you have yourself a junior partner" "What I have is an overcompensated apprentice"

[oh shut up. I love them all sooo much]

Actually there's still some kind of rebel happening. But it's the Art rebellion. And they're singing:

Forget the cage, 'cause we know how to make the key Oh, damn! Suddenly we're free to flyyy

Just to rewatch this masterpiece with new perception:

Percy is younger (late teens I think) but soon he’ll become taller and overgrow Jack^^

Aand we're moving on to Myron!

Once again my man is lost and distraught. I want to hug him very tight... But he isn't broken. He has so much strengh inside

From now on These eyes will not be blinded by the lights From now on What's waited 'til tomorrow starts tonight Tonight

Let this promise in me start Like an anthem in my heart From now on From now on

And he will come back home... Home, again.... *distant sobbing*

The Greatest Show [end]

Jack is basking in the light and glory

I think even in this au Jack might want to gain divine powers. Just to make his show more breathtaking, spektacular, thrilling etc.

[imagined blue-cloud-Caul singing The Greatest Show with many voices…… creepy. but also epic]

Myron is also here! Finally living his best life

the grimbear instead of elephant. Now it's Myron riding PT

aand im done with going insane with characters and songs. or maybe not... Anyway! Thanks for reading! please tell me what do you think about it. i really wanna talk about mphfpc///

[thesugarjar]

The Goddess’s Story

~Then

In the beginning, there were few humans who saw the pleasures in life and took them for their own. Yet I drew them to me, like moths to a flame. Some who saw only my beauty and chose to follow me for that and others who saw me in all my carnal mystery and worshipped me for it. They saw what I could give them, what I could do for them, and how worthless their lives had been before me.

I do not take their worship lightly. No, I hoard it to me, basking in it like the rays of the damnable sun. Their dark desires call me to them, give me what I need to know them before they know me. Some cry, some scream, and others try to flee when I appear before them. The chase may be my favorite part. Still, none who have called me, have ever walked away from my touch.

My Acolytes desire to be one of my Priests or Priestesses. They themselves desire to be my favorite. The one I call to my chambers at night to feast on. The pinnacle is being chosen for my altarpiece. Displayed before all in my temple as a tribute to their Goddess. The crowds scarcely make a sound, holding their breaths until I take my first taste. A priest or a priestess, it matters not for their tribute will be the same. I’ll take their pleasure for my own until they’re unable to move or think of anything but the Goddess.

~Now

It’s been many centuries since the glory days of my temple. Humans began hiding their desire and lust. Yet, still there are those that call for me.

Tonight, it’s a faithful priestess. Beautiful and fierce in her desires. Her dark auburn hair always beautifully curled and her makeup perfectly done. A wisp of a gown to hide what she’s desperate to show, but I demand decorum.

“Goddess, you honor me. I worried my prayers would go unanswered.” Her voice is low as her head stays bowed. She speaks only from instinct as I’ve made no sound, entering her room.

“You mean your desperate pleas while you play with yourself, Claire?” I chuckle, tilting my head to the side, trying to decide what game to play today.

“Do my daily prayers and work not please my Goddess?” She peaks up tentatively through her bangs and supple lashes.

“Mmm, such a sweet little tease. Have you been good enough for what I know you want from me? When was the last time you brought me a new offering?”

Claire clenches her thighs together and curls her fingers into fists on top of them. Her jealousy coats the air around us. We both know she hates not being the center of my attention. Such a greedy little priestess.

“Oh Claire, such an ugly feeling for such a beautiful woman. You just want to be greedy, don’t you?” I circle her slowly. Running the tips of my fingers lightly across her shoulders to make her arch her back.

“I’m sorry, my Goddess.. I do want to be greedy..” her lips and voice tremble from my touch.

“Good girl being honest. I’m in a good mood. I think I’ll give you what you want.” I pause, watching her again as her glassy eyes try to focus. “I think a ritual is in store. Tomorrow night on the full moon. I’ll give you just what you want and put you on my altar so everyone can watch me devour you.”

“Oh thank you, Goddess!” Claire gasps and clasps her hands in front of her chest.

“Of course, my devout and dirty little priestess. I want you to wear my favorite gown. Do your hair and makeup just as beautifully as you always do and I’ll be sure to ruin it by dawn.” I lean down to whisper the last part almost against her lips. Chuckling as I disappear before she can move to close the minuscule gap between us.

If you like my original story, I’d love for you to follow my Reddit, TheSugarJar for a longer version featuring more characters or my OF, also TheSugarJar, to read everything ☺️

[peterman-spideyparker]

Morning Sunrise (Billy Russo x Reader)

Author’s Note: Hi everyone! This is the non-essential part two to Rainy Retreat! I really hope you guys enjoy, and let me know if you want to be tagged in anything! :)

*Disclaimer: I have never watched The Punisher, but I’ve seen bits and pieces and I know general plot points. This is also the first time I’m writing for Billy Russo. Please be kind with comments/critiques.

Summary: After taking in Billy from the storm and sharing a cup of coffee, you wake up early and enjoy the morning before you get things ready for the coffee shop downstairs.

Warnings: Fluff, smut, swearing

Other Characters: OFC (Jamie the barista bestie)

Word Count: 1,622

Billy’s arm wraps around you as you try to carefully shift out of bed.

“Nnnn,” he moans sleepily, hugging your back into his chest.

“I have to get up,” you whisper, making a conscious effort not to be lulled back to sleep by his natural scent and his soft skin. “I need to shower before I open the store. You know, to let my employees in so we can get some customers?”

He mimics his prior grunt, shifting his head on the pillow so his forehead rests on the back of your shoulders, his nose brushing the line of your back. His breathing becomes more even, and with him in a more tired state, you manage to slip out of his arms. The sting of the late fall morning air makes goosebumps appear all over your skin, and as you try to move across the floor, your legs go wobbly, not exactly having recovered from last night. Once you have your footing, you grab a nearby shirt—if it’s yours or Billy’s, you couldn’t say—for a momentary reprieve from the cold before you scurry into the bathroom. Turning on the shower, you let the water heat up, hoping all the while that Billy is asleep enough to not be bothered by the running water. You get in, using your shower gel to scrub away the sweat you worked up with Billy last night. As you finish your legs, you hear the shower curtain slide open, and Billy joins in behind you, almost immediately pushing your wet hair to one side of your neck.

“Sorry that I woke you,” you hum as you bask in the feeling of his lips on your neck. 

“You didn’t wake me,” he assures, and you can feel his length press against your rear ever-so-slightly. So that’s what woke him. “Besides, I figured we could both clean up a bit. Conserve water.”

“Mm, an environmentalist,” you smirk as you rest your head backward on Billy’s shoulder while his hands travel down your front. 

“Just tryin’ to do my part.” He nips at your ear while his fingers play with you, the hot water from the shower head making your hair stick to your faces. Your impaired vision doesn’t halt your efforts, as Billy turns you towards his front and kisses you passionately. You kiss him back with the same intensity, and he lifts you up so your butt rests on the edge of the small ledge of the shower bar. Your legs are open for him, and it doesn’t take long for him to plunge inside of you. You had so much sex last night, you’re still stretched out from the experience and have no issue welcoming him in you. His thrusts are lazy at first, all his energy going to the upper half of his body—his lips embracing your lips, neck, ears, and collarbone, while his hands play with your breasts. You moan at the sensation, as he seems to hit all the different pleasure centers at once.

“Billy,” you sigh. “Oh, Billy.”

“So fuckin’ nice,” he breathes as he grips your waist with his hands so you’re solely dependent on him not to fall. His thrusts become faster, making water start to splash everywhere. You struggle to maintain a grip on his shoulders, and you can tell the angle of the water flow is beginning to make it difficult for Billy as well, so he pins you between the wall of the shower and him, the stream now exclusively falling on him. His lips attach to the hollow of your neck, and he barely has to touch your clit before you’re clenching around him, seeing twinkling stars in your eyelids. His grunts tells you that he enjoys the way you squeeze him, and before he can reach his own climax, he pulls out and spills onto your stomach, letting the shower wash away the evidence of his pleasure. Billy stands there panting for a few moments before shifting his lips to mine for a deep but more innocent kiss.

“Mornin’,” he smiles.

“Morning,” you chuckle. 

You continue on with your shower, and Billy joins as well, using your pear body wash on his lean figure as you begin to shampoo your hair. 

“Sorry I don’t have anything manlier,” you say as you hand him your shampoo bottle.

“Don’t worry about it,” he smirks as he portions out what he needs from the bottle. “Now I know why you always smell so good. I could never quite pin it down the scent.”

You try to suppress a blush, and you think you are able to thanks to the heat from the water. You finish up together, and Billy moves back to your room to grab his clothes, a towel hanging low on his waist. You stay in the bathroom and dry off, partially drying your hair before you put it in a braid. 

“I guess you won’t need any coffee to wake you up, huh?” you chuckle as you grab an in-tact pair of panties from your drawer.

“Oh no,” he smiles as he lounges on the mattress, watching you with those seductive onyx eyes. “I’m still gonna need something. I’ve got a long day ahead of me, and I gotta get through it if I want to come back here and see you again tonight.”

“Oh?” you say as you slide on jeans.

“Is that alright with you?” Billy asks.

You walk over to the mattress, and he sits up, his gaze facing upward into yours, his hands resting on your denim-clad hips.

“It’s very alright with me,” you tell him, resting your forearms on his shoulders. Billy smiles at your response, pressing a kiss right between your breasts. Your eyes flutter shut as he continues to place wet kisses on the skin he can find. As you’re enjoying his embraces, you hear your phone violently vibrate on the wooden nightstand. You look over and see it’s one of your baristas and manager.

“Hey, Jamie, I’m gonna be right down,” you tell her, focusing through Billy’s lusty kisses. “I got a little distracted this morning.”

“No rush,” she says. “I just forgot my key at my place. Besides, I’m a little early anyways. I’ll see you soon.”

You hang up and hang your head, pressing a kiss into Billy’s hair.

“I’ve gotta go,” you tell him. “You can take your time up here, go through the fridge and do whatever you need, and I’ll make you some coffee before you leave, okay?”

“As long as we’re still on for tonight, you could fuck me sideways and call me Shirley,” he grins, giving my upper thigh a gentle smack.

“Well then, Shirley, I’ll see you soon,” you smile as you reluctantly move from his grip. You throw on your apron that lays scattered on the floor before rushing back to the bed, giving Billy a quick kiss before you scurry downstairs. Soon, you’re at the front door, letting Jamie into the store. 

“Sorry,” you say, closing the door behind her.

“Hey, don’t worry about it,” she shrugs as the two of you move behind the counter and get things started. “I got to see hot pizza man load in some giant sacks of cornmeal, so I’m good for the rest of the day with that mental image.”

You laugh as you turn on the grinders, making fresh grounds for your four different roasts.

“You’re particularly spunky this morning,” she notices.

“Is that a crime?”

“No,” she assures you, moving back to get boxes that hold the loose-leaf tea. “It’s just been a while since I’ve seen you like this.”

Jamie stops dead in her tracks.

“James, you okay?” you ask her.

“The last time I saw you like this was when you hooked up with that hockey player from that bachelor party. You had sex last night, and great sex at that.”

“Not exactly,” you explain as you empty the grounds and put new ones in for the iced coffee jugs. “I had great sex many times last night and once this morning,” you say softly.

“Ooh, you dirty dog!” she giggles, leaving and then coming back with the tea we need. “Oh my God, how are you standing? Who’s the guy?”

“I’m not telling you that,” you blush.

“But—!”

“I’m not gonna—!”

“Ladies,” you hear Billy call as he makes his way down the back stairs. “Ladies! Isn’t it a bit too early to bicker? That’s no way to start the morning.”

“No bickering here,” Jamie says, here eyes growing ever-so-slightly wider as she looks at you with a mix of shock and joy. “Good to see you bright and early, Billy.”

“Right back at ya, Jamie,” he smiles before coming over to you. He leans in and places his hands on your waist, pressing a long, tender kiss to your lips that nearly stops your heart. “I’m gonna go back to my place and throw on a new suit, but I’ll see you in a bit when you’re technically open.”

“Okay,” you say with a small, dumb smile. “I’ll see you in a bit.”

Billy presses one more kiss to your lips before moving out of the shop with a little wave.

“You fucked Billy Russo?” Jamie says, completely astonished.

“Yes I did,” you say with a smile spreading across your face, shocked and excited by how openly and freely he came down the stairs and embraced you. It wasn’t like he was parading after a conquest, but like he was proud that he had been with you. It was a wonderful feeling. “And I’m gonna go it again tonight.”

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[genshinlover101]

Mona always needs some love

Would you be up for Mona, Eula, Fischl and Barbara (hardly ever see Barbara and Fischl get any love) in a happy relationship with S/O.

However, How would they react to rumors popping up saying that they are only together for X reason?

Like Reader always pays for Mona so people assume she’s a gold digger, or they assume reader is only with Eula or Fischl out of pity or some such?

Please and thank you again

PS sorry for sending back to back like this

Her Insecurities Created from Rumors

Characters: Mona, Eula, Barbara, Fischl x gn!reader

Warnings: none

A/n: you’re fine ! I enjoy writing angst prompts anyway

But I’ve never written for Barbara and Fischl so finding out their last names was genuinely hilarious to me??? Like Barbara’s last name is Pegg?? And Fischl’s real name is Amy??

• Mona always knew everyone’s deepest feelings and thoughts. As an esteemed astrologist, there was nothing anyone could hide from her. 

• That, unfortunately, included the negative too. If someone felt poorly about her she would know within an instant. It was honestly a mood killer for her.

• Mona was just human. Don’t expect her to be so high and mighty believing she could tank all these rumors. On the outside, she could. But behind closed doors she felt all gloomy.

You sat happily content with Mona at Good Hunter, you got your usual orders. It sold simple food, nothing too special, just how Mona liked it. You always took Mona out to breakfast daily because you knew she wouldn’t be able to feed herself otherwise. 

Sitting adjacent to your table was two men who you just recently saw appearing at Good Hunter in the morning. They were always whispering while looking at you two. You pointed it out once or twice but Mona never seemed to mind, maybe because she already knew what they were saying in the safety of distance. “You see her the short witch-looking one? Mona Megistus?” one of th old men said. “She’s such a gold digger.”

“Huh? The Astrologist?” The other replied. “How do you know?” 

“Idiot, haven’t you heard? She’s always here with that kid beside her. And they’re always paying for her meals. You’d think such a witch is dragging them along forcing them to pay for all her stuff. What a brat,” The old man was scoffing in superiority. Basking in the temporary power he was given over Mona by rumors.

Mona scrunched her fists together, her mood becoming irritable. She wasn’t even touching her food when she was probably starving. You placed a hand on hers, trying to look her in the eye to communicate properly with her. “Listen Mona, I don’t mind. They’re just jealous they can’t get anybody to pay for their meals you know? I know you love me and nothing will change that.” 

Mona made a loud Hmph, before standing up firmly making a loud slam on the table to get the two men’s attention. “Whatever, I’ve lost my appetite. Let’s go eat somewhere maggots aren’t flying around.” She put on such a confident front, but you knew when you two arrived at her home she would be a ball of negative emotions. 

• Eula is no stranger to the people of Mondstadt and their shady behavior. Even though she publicly and actively denounces her own clan, they still judge her thoroughly.

• The one thing she wasn’t used to people judging her for was her relationship with you. Calling it a PR stunt for her reputation. And poor you for having to date such an atrocious girl such as herself.

• Luckily Eula is a tough cookie. You couldn’t get under her skin so easily, but she would be concerned for you. Doubting herself, maybe she shouldn’t be so confident when her reputation is dragging yours through the mud.

You decided one night you both needed a night out at a local tavern. Since it was the weekend, many gathered which occupied all the tables. Meaning you would have to share a table with strangers. Just great. 

As you were sat down with Eula, the entire table grew dead silent. Each individual side-eyeing each other and occasionally Eula. One of the people waved over a waiter, “Excuse me, may I get another table. I refuse to share with one of the Lawrence Clan’s.” The person sounded disgusted. Yet the waiter looked apprehensive of his request. 

“I’m sorry sir but there are no other available tables to sit you at.” The waiter replied.

“Yes but you must understand my standpoint here. Such a clan shouldn’t be allowed to even be in Mondstadt anymore. And I’m sure I’m not the only one at this table thinking this, I’m just the only one speaking up.” Your table didn’t interject his statement, pissing you off. “I mean how she even got a significant other is beyond me. The Lawrences are a menace to Mondstadt.”

Eula gripped her glass tightly, you could almost hear the cracking of her cup from her rage. You shook your head at her, “Let’s leave Eula. I don’t like the atmosphere here. We should’ve just cooked at home like always.” Eula just had a permanent frown, slamming the table as she stood up. Grabbing your wrist she dragged you off before relaying one last message to the entire table. 

“One day, I’ll crush you all beneath my heel and enact my vengeance. Mark my words.” People often found it difficult to forgive Eula for her last name because of her harsh words. You knew whatever she spat were empty threats, but others didn’t.

• Barbara was such a goodie two shoes, her optimistic outtake on life didn’t even make her second guess that everybody would accept you as her lover.

• That was until she forgot about her fan club, specifically one guy, Albert. He was furious with her decision, causing rumors to spread like wildfire around Mondstadt.

• Although Barbara had been through hard times of doubt before, she was not used to it anymore. She felt so abnormally ostracized, poor girl it made her feel so sad and vulnerable.

Barbara walked with you hand-in-hand, telling you boisterously about her song she was going to sing to cheer Glory up about her lost lover. You simply nodded with her with a wide smile. Barbara had such a kind heart, you didn’t know what you did to deserve her. 

You continued on your little stroll until you ran into a specific two rude strangers. A ball of spit came hurling onto your shoe. They would harm you but not their beloved shining idol Barbara. “Why Barbara would give a hermit-like you a chance is beyond me.” One of the strangers said.

“As a part of Barbara’s fan club, we will protect her from filth like you who don’t deserve our princess.” The two dweebs united together. “You look like a squid next to her.”

You were about to speak up until you saw in your peripheral your girlfriend defending you. You had never seen an angrier look on Barbara’s face. Her teeth grind from what she was about to say. Even her grip on your hand was tightening, gaining the courage to stand up against these creepy old men. 

 “I cannot believe the disrespect I am listening to. You two are no longer allowed to my future shows,” Barbara hissed. She had no talent in physical combat, only healing. So speaking up for herself was a challenge of its own when she couldn’t defend her words. She always thought if only she could wield a sword she would be able to protect everyone around her like her big sister Jean. 

• Fischl is quite accustomed to people talking behind her back, she was a smart girl though. She knew rumors were just prejudiced, and once they got to know her they’d change their mind for sure.

• Or so that’s what she thought. The people of Mondstadt weren’t so forgiving and accepting of unusual behavior as the adventure’s guild was. No amount of Fischl’s kindness would prevent these rumors from spreading.

• Fischl would be grateful to you and Oz. If you two weren’t by her side she wouldn’t know what to do. As long as she wasn’t alone she was fine, that’s what she convinced herself anyways.

Fischl had been unusually social recently, making frequent trips to places other than her home, the library, and the adventurers guild. Even Oz complimented her bravery because she was normally such a shy girl. But almost everyone knew it was because of you. You would take Fischl out to eat and visit romantic places such as Starsnatch Cliff.

But with more socialization came with more exposure to an everyday citizen of Mondstadt. they were least bit said a little creeped out by her chuunibyou attitude at such an old age. One couple, in particular, pointed her out, “Is that her?” the girl said, unbeknownst that you two could hear their whispering loud and clear.

“Yeah, I think,” The guy replied disgustedly. “Isn’t she too old to act like that? And how did she even get a significant other? I mean look at them... not attractive at all.” 

You gripped Fischl’s hand tighter, Oz even feeling uneasy about the situation. “Pardon us,” You said unapologetically. The couple was startled and partly ashamed that you could hear their rude conversation. “Don’t worry Fischl, I think you’re the prettiest girl out there. Don’t worry,” You said with a fake smile, trying to cheer her up in such a gloomy atmosphere.

“No need... The world is a reckoned corrupt place and whoever didn’t know is nothing but a king’s fool. Nothing can go between the Prinzessin der Verurteilung and her partner. Trust me,” She tried to maintain her act, it was shaky and unconfident as if their words honestly affected her. “I would like to go home though now, please. With you.” She held onto the sleeve of your clothes, averting her eyes from yours. 

[misschifuyu]

hii <3

i would like to request a headcanon with kazutora, chifuyu mitsuya having sex with their s/o please? if it's too much feel free to ignore it :)

thanks <33 have a nice day/night

- hi there my love !! don’t worry, this request is absolutely fine, and it’s actually the first full nsfw one so I do hope you like it

Kazutora, Chifuyu and Mitsuya general n/sfw headcanons

genre: smut. the characters are depicted as their present selves

warnings: explicit content & language.

Kazutora

jumping right into it, i feel that kazutora is more on the make love side rather than blowing your back out. sure, if you asked him to be rough on an odd day, he'd happily comply. he's just more on the softer side

this is mostly due to his past; he knows what he's capable of, even after all those years since his toman days, so he'd be very precautious not to hurt you in any way

you'll know when he's needy, like you just will. kazutora will turn ever to touchy and try to remain as close to you as possible when he's trying to get you into bed

he doesn't really need words, but he'll speak if you ask him to

"i...really need to be inside you"

don't think this translates as skipping foreplay, though

very much the opposite. kazutora loves feeling up on your soft skin, leaving faint marks with his teeth that would gradually turn into darker shades of purple

he quite likes marking you up, it's really the only thing that could be mildly classed as rough, as he'd frequently leave teeth marks. he adores hearing your voice when he'd catch you off guard with a particularly harsh bite, squirming beneath him

this man is an avid lover of giving oral

he won't turn down a blowjob, but he'd sometimes feel a little awkward whenever you did. he'd ease into it after a few minutes, but he still preferred pleasuring you instead

between your thighs is his favourite place to be, no matter the time of the day. whether you're laying on your back or hovering over his face, kazutora will keep you there for a good while, voicing out praises at you as he basked in your reactions

if his tongue wasn't too occupied, of course

"god, i just can't get enough of you"

make sure to praise him just as much. he absolutely loves hearing loving nicknames from you whenever you tell him how much of a good job he's doing

it gets him even more riled up, and would frequently grind himself against whatever surface you were on

speaking of surfaces, though the bed is the most convenient place to indulge in you, kazutora isn't picky about the location, so long as it's somewhere inside

he's been known to take you whilst you watched a movie, on a counter as you waited for food to cook, even up against a wall when he couldn't be bothered to make it all the way to the bed

as long as he gets to watch your face twist into one of pleasure, he really couldn't care less where it was

a key point when having sex with kazutora: pull his hair

it can be in a ponytail or loose, doesn't matter; he will let out the prettiest moans ever if you just so tugged gently on his locks

it's a sensitive spot of his, so be sure to use it wisely. it'll take him some self control to not go absolutely feral on you if you do, so its best you tell him it's okay to let go before you play with his hair

whenever you start reaching your high, no matter if he's over or behind you, he will bury his face into your neck and suck on the skin, emphasising the already noticeable marks

during aftercare - because this man will pamper you after a session, no matter how long or short it was - he will trace over the marks with light kisses, asking if any of them were still sore

and, of course, a shower will be waiting for you as soon as he's done with that. it's a perfect excuse to spend so more time pressed up against you; a double win, in his eyes

Chifuyu

let's get one thing straight: chifuyu is ready to get it on with you whenever and, frankly wherever. it doesn't take much to get him all needy and, more times that not, he will approach you with the intention of getting in your pants, no matter what you were doing

of course, he will ask if you're up for it, too - consent is key, people

see, he's a very touchy, affectionate person. he loves being around you and will take up any chance to be near you. sometimes, though, this need to be close to you will escalated into something more. even if you were simply cuddling, chifuyu will, occasionally, start to feel his pants getting a little too tight for comfort

when things get going, he is an absolute sweetheart. treating you with care, he will melt into your lips, hands roaming around your body. he's not very talkative during foreplay, but that's mostly because his mouth is usually occupied

however, once your clothes have been discarded, something with click inside of him, making his only goal to leave you in an absolute mess by the time he was done with you

littering your skin with kisses and subtle bites, he will run his hands along your sides, causing goosebumps on your skin that he'd always notice, a sly smile on his lips whenever he did

he's a tease. whilst you try and push your hips towards him, he will simply place kisses on your skin near the area you most needed him to touch

you're going to actually have to tell him what you want before you loose sight of the playful smile that hung on his lips

"that's it...wasn't that hard to ask, now was it?"

chifuyu will get right to the point once he drops his teasing act, though, and expect a good two to three orgasms before he decides he's done with you

when it comes to positions, he likes those in which he can be closest to you. skin on skin is his favourite feeling, and the closer his face can be to yours, the better

when he's pounding into you, he'll bring a hand up to your face. he'd hold it softly, contrasting from his rough pace, and whisper out a series of praises

"you look so pretty like this...does it feel that good? tell me, i want to hear your voice"

a fun thing about chifuyu is that he's a switch, a big one at that. if you find the impulse to flip him onto his back, or simply take over, he will automatically slip out of his position in charge

this is when you'll be able to hear his pretty voice. although he will start with small whimpers here and there, by the time he's edging towards his orgasm he will let out a string of soft moans, grabbing onto you in any way he can as he does

when he reaches his orgasm, his grip will keep you in the position you were in, his body stiffening up as his eyes would close shut

this will be applied whether he's in control or not, honestly. chifuyu loses most of his focus when he's nearing his high, only having enough to call out your name

he may be shorter than most of the guys, but he has one hell of a stamina. one round will never be sufficient for him, and he'd certainly be up to waiting for you to calm down until the next one if it meant he could make you - and himself - see stars again

this will be when, as well as during aftercare, he will give you soft kisses against your skin, massaging areas such as your stomach and thighs as he'd let out hums of happiness

as said before, he's a sweetheart. sure, sometimes you'd be sore after being with him, but he'd always make it up to you with the most perfect cuddling session afterwards

Mitsuya

mitsuya is very skilled with his hands, as shown by his talent when it comes to designing and creating magnificent fashion pieces

watching him work is quite the sight, and even more so if you're familiar with other wonders he's able to do with those fingers of his

but, to start off, know that it will take him some determination to start anything up with you

he's a busy man with a lot on his mind, so it would take him a bit to hold himself back from just jumping on you because of the growing stress that had built up throughout the day

he's a respectful man and, therefore, will take his time and look for subtle hints to see if perhaps you'd follow his lead

when you catch his drift, though, he will be all hands on you

sex is a perfect way to wind down from his hectic schedule, and he couldn't ask for anyone else better to do it with rather than you

oral is key during foreplay. he will start by making his way down on you, his voice speaking words of appreciation between the kisses he'd place on your skin

watching you writhe from the position between your legs was something he thoroughly adored, your body jerking with every skilled move from both his mouth and his fingers

after a good few minutes of pulling his hair and high pitched moans from your behalf, he will lift himself away from you. this will be your turn to switch up places

and also when you'd see the truly, needy mitsuya

you see, he has very, very sensitive skin. his neck, his chest, his waist...with simple touches of your hand, you can reduce him to a squirming mess

when he's the one receiving oral, he will absolutely lose any sense of straightforward thinking, especially if you run your hands on his thighs whilst you peer up at him through your lashes

his moans are like music to your ears. he won't speak much, unable to actually form words as he shivers from the feeling of you between his legs, but his hand on your head will be enough to tell you that you're doing a good job

if he's sat up whilst you give him the blowjob, expect to be pushed down as soon as he reaches his orgasm. he tends to curl over when he does, his whole body turning into a trembling mess

he will make up for accidentally making you gag, though. in the sense that you won't be able to walk straight for the next few days

he may be sensitive, but he also isn't one to go slow when it comes to intercourse. he will also go for a few rounds, loving how you'd come undone before him every time

hold on to him when he does: the feeling of your nails digging into his back whenever he's on top of you always makes him pick up his speed, and he loves the marks that would appear afterwards

it was a way to know that he was taking good care of you

mitsuya isn't one to talk dirty, but he will shower you with loving comments during aftercare. he'd trace your skin with his fingers as you lay on his chest, both equally as tired and worn out

his sex drive is high, but so is his love for you

so he'd always prepare a bath for you afterwards, where he'd try and keep you awake with soft kisses and talking to you whilst you enjoyed the warm water

[seasidepierre]

pull me back to you | part 2 | pierre gasly

FORMULA ONE DRIVERS MASTERLIST

teaser - part 1 - part 2 - part 3 - part 4

summary: After the rought night you had, with your abusive ex-boyfriend making an appearance and you asking Pierre to be your fake boyfriend for a grand total of five minutes, you weren't really expecting your whole friendship with your childhood close friend to turn so radically. What's going to happen now that your fake relationship has turned into a real connection?

warnings: addictive touches that will make you stare at Pierre's hands for weeks.

words count: 4k

a/n: Not gonna lie, I loved writing about Pierre so much that I couldn't wait to go back to this one. I wrote this in like four hours and then my coolest beta-readers @dansunflowers and @lightsovermonaco, did their magic to make me believe it didn't suck (and they corrected my bad grammar lol). As the other part, please keep in mind that every character in this is French and though I would have loved to write every dialogue in my monther tongue, I'm not sure you guys would have enjoyed it as much.

Your eyes stung way more than they should have when you finally woke up. For a couple of minutes, you kept your eyes closed, basking in the warmth and softness of the blanket, pushing your face in the edge of it and humming your contentment. You could sense there wasn’t much light in the room and wondered if you had finally remembered to close your shutters or if it was just really early in the morning. However, as you progressively stumbled out of your sleepy state, you realized the smell of the blanket wasn’t the usual one of your laundry detergent. That cover smelled like another detergent, mixed with sandal wood deodorant. Now that you thought of it, your pillow was exceptionally comfortable compared to the one you usually slept on. It knocked it out of the park so bad that you automatically thought your pillows were shit, now.

You weren’t in your bed.

Fuck.

The slight panic upon realizing that simple fact settled on your chest and you quickly opened your eyes, trying to assess where the hell you had finished your night at. The obvious lack of light didn’t help your stress and you swatted your hands on the closest bedside table you could find, trying to catch the switch of a bedside lamp. Once you found it and turned it on, you breathed a sigh of relief.

You were in Pierre’s room.

More importantly, you were in Pierre’s bed.

Double fuck.

It took you a good five minutes to calm your anxiety down and to remember what happened the night before. Flashes of you and your friends at that bar in town lit your mind and then the image of your dumbass ex crept into the picture. The shame immediately came back, before you felt the lips of Pierre on your throat, collarbones and cheeks erasing it. Your fingers flew to your lips, unsure if the vague taste of Pierre’s was just a dream or if you really had tasted the faint tang of the beer he had been drinking last night on his mouth. Sitting up right in the bed, your head snapped on his side, both relieved and disappointed not to find his body next to yours.

But there was a scrap on paper on his pillow and you smiled at it, wondering what the heck you had done to deserve such a thoughtful boy in your life.

“Hi babe, I went for a run and a workout but I didn’t want to wake you up, you certainly needed to rest after last night. If I’m not home by the time you’re awake, feel free to get anything from the kitchen. Don’t leave before I’m home, please. We need to talk about what happened.”

This dork had drawn a little heart and smiley face next to his last sentence. You grinned at his messy handwriting, noticing he hadn’t even written on the lines. He probably had scribbled that down in the dark, careful not to wake you up by turning any light on. He knew you were a light sleeper.

Memories of your make out session flooded your brain and you couldn’t help but grin at the recollection of his confession. Pierre liked you. He had liked you for a long time and he had acted on it last night. Sure, there was a lot to talk about but you would give a lot away if it meant that he would kiss you again. Last night had been a dream of gentle touches and soft kisses and you so appreciated the fact that he made sure you were okay, on every step of the way. After what you had gone through, asking for consent had been a major turn on if you were completely honest.

Taking your sweet time to stretch and yawn, you decided a shower might be nice to wake up a little bit. You assessed your options and thought Pierre’s clothes might be the best one. Your outfit from yesterday was smelling pretty nasty and you’d rather go commando than wearing your underwear from the day before. You made your way to his bathroom, locking up the door just in case. As the night before, you used his shower gel and laughed on your own about how you matched with him to the point of smelling like him. Once the hot water had soothed your muscles, you got out and wrapped yourself in the towel he had lent you earlier and sneaked a peek at his bedroom, making sure it was still empty. You might like him but that didn’t mean he would get a view of you stark naked this morning. You weren’t there just yet, though the thought of his hands on your hips flustered you to no end. You took a glance at the bedroom that you knew well by now and tried to decipher which drawer contained Pierre’s boxers. You weren’t sure you were really allowed to go through his stuff, even less his underwear, but you figured slipping your ass into his boxers was the best option you had. No way you would go commando if his parents were awake. You smelled your bra and cringed a little but figured it was still wearable, at least for this morning. You’d go back to your place later in the day and switched your underwear for something more comfortable.

You’d keep Pierre’s clothes, though.

You made your way downstairs quietly before realizing there was soft music playing in the kitchen. You were a bit apprehensive at the idea of meeting Pierre’s parents, now that your relationship had changed a bit. Not that they scared you but they knew you as Pierre’s close friend, not as the woman he had kissed in his bed. Feeling your cheeks burn, you took a second to calm yourself down before you appeared through kitchen’s door, smiling at the sight of Pascale, Pierre’s mom, flipping crêpes over the gas stove. The room smelled delicious and she was humming to the radio, visibly happy.

“Good morning,” you softly greeted the woman you always knew.

“Morning sweetheart,” Pascale smiled. “Slept well?” she enquired as she dropped the crêpe pan back on the gas.

“I did, thanks.”

“Why don’t you sit at the table? I’ll get you some crêpes and we can chitchat,” she offered with an amused tone.

You grimaced a little, to which she laughed and pointed a chair for you to sit on. She flipped a few crêpes and slid them on a plate before presenting it to you, asking if you’d rather have sugar, Nutella or jam. You opted for sugar, your preferred topping and sprinkled the sweet powder everywhere, careful not to put any on the table.

“I saw Pierre leaving early this morning, we talked a little,” Pascale implied. “He didn’t seem as motivated to go to the gym as he can usually be.”

Your blush was hard to cover, even though you tried to hide behind your crêpe. The picture of Pierre seeming defeated at the idea of leaving you alone in his bed was heart-warming and a little heart-breaking as well. You too wished you could have woken up to his ice blue eyes and goofy smile. Who knew what those fingertips of his could have found on their path?

“Y/N, please breathe,” Pascale laughed. “You’re both adults and I trust that we raised you well, with your parents. It’s not like I didn’t see it coming,” she concluded.

You choked on the fruit juice Pascale had poured into your glass, coughing into your closed fist, managing -by sheer luck-, not to spray her with the mouthful of juice you were drinking when she implied you two hadn’t just slept in that bed upstairs.

“What do you mean?” you coughed.

“We both know that Pierre is determined, but mostly stubborn. Once he decides on something, it’s impossible to make him give up.”

“I don’t really see why that relates to me sleeping here,” you shyly retorted.

“Let me tell you a story,” Pascale smiled. “Imagine little Pierre, 5 years-old, in the backseat of my car after I picked him up from nursery school.”

Your face automatically broke into a grin. You remembered little Pierre’s face. That was the first Pierre you met and the one you instantly liked. You obviously didn’t have many memories of that time, but the school pictures were neatly ordered in a box in your old bedroom. You still had a vivid image of Pierre’s blonder hair and baby face, with his little blue plaid shirt and Bermuda shorts, sitting next to you on the first row of the picture. You two always tried your best to stay next to each other on the class pictures but once in a while, the photographer would try to switch you two and get you apart. Needless to say, your smiles weren’t as big on the rare photos where you were separated.

“You two had played house during the day, he told me all about it. He said you had had a baby, which was obviously the class’s doll and that you had fed him and bathed him and everything. He told me about how in recess, you had played football and that he liked you for that. Because the other girls he was friends with didn’t want to play with him, they wanted to play with the dolls and they wanted to play hopscotch but you hadn’t thought one second about playing football because it meant playing with him and therefore, you were now his best girl friend because well.. Boys and football, right?” Pascale smiled. “He talked about how one of the boys threw the ball on your dress and you looked a bit sad about it but he had tried rubbing the stain and you had shrugged, dropping the matter to keep playing with him. ‘It wasn’t fair because her dress was really pretty’, he had told me,” Pascale recalled. “And then, when I said ‘Wow, seems like you two get along pretty well!’, well, he just said ‘Yep. We’re gonna get married tomorrow because I love her a lot’,” she laughed. “You obviously didn’t get married the day after but it was a recurring matter with Pierre. Every week, he was telling me how he was going to propose but he had been too busy playing football or learning how to count on his fingers or whatever you little rascals were doing back then. Sometimes, he got close to doing it but you were learning how to write your name and he was really impressed so he didn’t dare bothering you with a proposal, you know? That was foolish, compared to writing your name in nice letters. And then, you went to primary school and he stopped saying he was going to marry you, but his brothers kept teasing him about his little crush on you, it was adorable.”

Your cheeks burnt a lot by then, but you couldn’t help your heart to swell at the stories Pascale was telling you. You had had the same kind of experience on your side and if your mother heard it, you were certain she’d tell Pascale all about how you had kept telling everyone about Pierre and how you loved him a lot, too. But for the time being, you nibbled on your crêpe, hoping to God she wouldn’t ask you anything you weren’t ready to disclose.

“When he left for Le Mans, he spoke about you as a close friend more than a girl he liked. He didn’t blush anymore when his brothers teased him about you, so we assumed he had grown out of his puppy love stage but I know my son and I know his heart. When he came back home on the weekends, he would sometimes ask about you, as casually as he could. When he got hired by Red Bull, he made sure the rest of you would keep him updated on you. He wanted to make sure you were happy and well, but to ask you himself meant having to admit that he cared more than he let on. And then girlfriends came into the picture, some longer than others … I thought maybe he had properly moved on, then,” she breathed out. “But when his last relationship ended, he started asking about you more and more. I have no idea what happened last night and I honestly don’t want to know, that belongs to you two, but don’t think, for one instant, that this is him getting carried on in the moment. He’s liked you for a while,” she finally grinned.

Your head bowed down to your little stack of crêpes. Hearing those words from Pierre’s mother meant a lot, as you knew Pierre had a really good relationship with her and she was someone who had seen you two grow up together. A mother knows her son. Especially one as Pierre, who was a mama’s boy and didn’t hide a lot from his parents. Pascale knew you well, she knew your parents, you had crashed in this house a couple of times already and they had drove you to some of Pierre’s karting races when they were close to Rouen. She had sensed this deeper affection and she had kept it for herself for so long. To see you in her son’s clothes, after watching him reluctantly walk out of the house, could only mean one thing to her and even though she could have been blatantly wrong, she had nailed it on the head.

“I really wish I could have said it myself, but thanks Mom for airing all of my dirty secrets,” a voice resonated in the kitchen.

You jumped a little, seeing Pierre leaning on the doorway of the kitchen, his cheeks flaming red but you weren’t sure it was from his workout or his embarrassment at him mom telling you everything about how his little puppy crush had developed into a real connection between the two of you last night. Your eyes fell to your crêpes, trying really hard to sink into your plate, if that was even possible. You hadn’t heard nor seen him coming but here he was, listening on your conversation, wondering when was the right time to cut his mom out and stopped her from blabbing.

He walked to the table, dropping a kiss on his mother’s skull before she cringed and let out a loud “you’re sweaty and smelly, son”, to which you laughed quietly. He took a glance at you and you nodded, awkwardly not even grazing the situation between you two.

“I’ll go take a shower,” he stated.

“Do that, I’ll get your breakfast ready. It’s nice outside, why don’t you two settle on the patio?”

“Nice idea, Mom, thanks,” he confirmed before escaping to his bathroom, ready to get rid of the sweat covered workout clothes he had come back in.

“Woops?” Pascale giggled when Pierre was finally upstairs. “Go outside, you two can talk in private. I’ll make sure Jean-Jacques doesn’t get out.”

You nodded and helped her getting the breakfast out, while she was getting some more crêpes ready. Spending time with Pierre’s parents always was comfortable but you couldn’t help the weirdness how this whole situation. The parents of your close friends were fine. The parents of the boy you had made out with, in his bed? Not as much.

Pierre reappeared on the terrace about ten minutes later, clad in workout shorts and an oversized tee-shirt that drowned him a little but made him look really soft.

“Hi”, you breathed out, munching on your crêpe.

“Morning”, he replied, dancing on his tiptoes, unsure of what to do.

You stared at him, not knowing what would be acceptable and where you stood with him. He had been so soft during the night and even though his mother had made sure you knew it wasn’t a fluke, that didn’t mean it was easy for you to slip into another dynamic with him. Being his close friend and bantering with him didn’t feel right this morning. Your skin was buzzing from anticipation, hoping his rough finger pads would settle anywhere, as long as you could feel them. Your desperation for a contact was unnerving, you weren’t use to crave his touch and you had no idea how to react to that.

But Pierre was the one who made the first move, sighing before walking to your side, letting his lips rest on the top of your skull just like he had done with his mother about fifteen minutes before. Except this time, the exhale that came with it felt a lot like it meant relief and the hand he had slipped on your cheek was too soft to bypass it. He stayed like that for a handful of seconds, appreciating and basking in your warmth. You snuck an arm around his side, resting your lips on his chest and appreciating your embrace more than words could tell. You had been a bit scared that things might be delicate between you two but you found out that the same softness as last night still remained, no matter what.

“Sorry I had to leave you alone this morning,” he apologised as he sat down. “Pyry would have had my head on a stick if my ring didn’t send him my workout trackers of the day.”

Your eyes dropped to the ring on his pinky, the black metal a stark contrast on his skin, even though he was way tanner than you, thanks to all the Sun he has soaked in during the F1 tour. His hands were attractive, you couldn’t lie. The visualisation of them roaming your body made you blush and hot, so you tried to cool yourself down with some fresh juice from your glass.

You hummed in response, mouth full of sugary crêpe, unable to speak. He laughed at your predicament a little, visibly amused by the fact that you’d rather choke on your crêpe than answer him after he blatantly caught you ogling his hands. He started his own breakfast concoction while you ate in silence, trying your hardest not to stare at the face you knew by heart but grew more attentive to with the night you just spent. You knew him to be super careful with what he ate, so it wasn’t much of a surprise to see him bypass the Nutella and go for the fruits his mother had told you to grab. Cutting an orange into thinner slices, he then spread honey on his crêpe and stuck the citrus, strawberries slices and a couple of blueberries on it before folding the thing into a neat triangle. Your nose scrunched up at the weird looking crêpe but you didn’t comment on it, as he caught your gaze and shrugged, obviously agreeing with you on the fact that he kinda looked like a lunatic. The things he had to do for F1.. You loved buff Pierre, but when he had to wake up at the ass crack of dawn to go work out, you kinda missed skinny Pierre a bit.

“Did you sleep well?” he timidly asked, pouring coffee in his cup.

“I did. Thanks again for letting me crash here.”

“Believe me, the pleasure was mine,” he blushed.

“Is this awkward?” you replied, equally as red-faced.

“Do we want it to be?” he grimaced.

“Not really.”

“What do we want to do after what happened?”

You took a second to think about it. You either could tell him that while it had been nice, being his friend was enough for you, or you could roll with it and try this new dynamic between the two of you. Did you want to play it safe but know, for the rest of your life, what it felt like to be kissed by Pierre and not do it again? Or did you want to risk your friendship with him, in case things went wrong?

A drop of honey was stuck on the corner of his mouth and you were hypnotised by it. Giving him a napkin would be so easy, but your lips tingled and the strong desire to taste it directly on his mouth was overwhelming.

Your decision was easy.

“I don’t think I can forget what happened,” you admitted.

“Me neither,” he exhaled, relieved. “I just.. I just like you a lot, Y/N.”

“So I’ve heard,” you smiled. “We’re a bit late on the wedding, I believe,” you joked before you could stop your words, relaxed knowing you could still naturally banter with him.

“Only by twenty years,” he scoffed. “So.. Do we give this a shot?”

You nodded, letting him grab your hand on the table. Your heart slowed down a little, feeling content with the small touch before racing back again, realising you were about to completely change the nature of your relationship with Pierre. Guessing you were getting a bit anxious, he dropped his crêpe and gave a little tug on your hand, inviting you to stand up before he guided your hips in front of him, letting you stand between his open thighs. Pierre dropped his forehead on your stomach, his hands rubbing your sides, then he helped you sit on his lap, thighs on each side of his. His open palms rested on the small of your back drawing you closer to him, as his nose found the spot it was looking for in the crook of your neck. Pierre took a big inhale, his lips drawing a smile on your collarbone. Feeling his smile was even better than seeing it. His plump lips were soft and comfortable on your skin and you loved that you recognised it without even seeing it. His fingers traced little circles on the small of your back, gently tickling your skin and making it tingle. You sighed a little, letting your cheek rest on his temple, appreciating the soft morning that seemed to paint itself in front of your eyes. The sun was already high in the sky and Pierre’s garden was nice, with colourful flowers spread around the terrace. There was a tree that provided a bit of shadow if at one point the sun was too hot for you but for now, you were perfectly content with the warmth it provided, and with Pierre’s. The fingertips on your back were getting a bit adventurous, sliding just below the elastic band of your borrowed sweatpants and Pierre’s eyebrows frowned a little.

“What are you..” he mumbled, leaning on your shoulder to look behind your back.

“I couldn’t wear my underwear for two days in a row,” you sheepishly explained. “Sorry I got into your drawers.”

“God, that’s hot,” he huffed out, his fingers toying with the elastic of his boxers. “You smell like me,” he whispered, amused, his nose returning to your neck, like a bee would seek out a flower.

“I used your shower gel,” you explained, your hands on autopilot coming to find a way between his still wet strands of hair.

“That, and you smell a bit like my bed. I like it.”

“So should I switch my perfume to yours, then?”

“Oh no,” he shook his head. “I like that Dior one I got you for your birthday last time.”

“Why is it you’ve always wanted to choose how I smell?” you frowned, amused nonetheless.

“I just love the idea of having a trace of me on your body,” he sheepishly admitted, his thumbs fraying their way under the hem of the Alpha Tauri shirt you were still wearing to find your skin. “Even better when it’s my scent on your skin. It gives me ideas.”

You couldn’t swallow the breath you let out in his ear, quite entertained by the direction your conversation was taking. But you did not forget where you were and who could walk on you. You barely had admitted you liked each other.. Pierre might live his life in the fast lane, but you could wait a little before getting caught in the act by his parents.

“Let’s keep those ideas up there for now,” you whispered, taping his temple with your index finger. “We’ll use them later, okay?”

“Can’t wait,” he laughed, dropping a kiss on your throat, then on your jawline, then on your lips. “We have time.”

You sure did. All the time in the world, even. And you couldn’t wait to spend it in his arms.

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Hi there! Out of curiosity, could I please have a fluff scenario where Kisame is nervous about showing his female s/o his cute freckles? Please and thanks (p.s. I love your blog💞)

Thank you! And thank you for being so patient with me. I hope this request reaches you. 💕

The sun shone high, casting it's warming beams onto your face. Your eyes were lightly shut, basking in the rays whilst your smile grew with every second. With the autumn season slowly coming to an end, with winter on destiny's heels, it was a rare occasion to have a warm day like today. You decided you were going to appreciate every moment of it.

Kisame, your significant other, stood a couple metres away from you. He watched quietly, studying your little actions of happiness such as inhaling through your nose and exhaling ecstatically. He closed his eyes, smirking whilst gripping onto the handle of Samehada which was strapped behind him; just something he always did out of secret comfort. "Heh. Make the most of it kiddo. It's not gonna last."

"I am" You say with a happy sigh, still looking up towards the blue skies with a wide grin. That was something Kisame admired about you. You found opportunity in everything no matter the situation. Finally you look over your shoulder at the shark man and you lunge at him to grab his wrist, taking the rogue ninja by surprise. You pulled at his wrist to try and get him out of the shade in which he was previously standing in and into the sunlight. "C'mon! You got to enjoy it whilst it's here. It's going to be a long winter. This might be our last chance to feel this." You exclaim, successfully getting the tall male to stand by your side.

You didn't need to instruct him on what to do. He knew what you wanted him to do. He sighs in mild irritation but closes his eyes and tilts his head back to feel the final heat of autumn. You smile widely, so content with Kisame's actions. Usually he is unwilling to try new things, especially things that were a little out of character for a mass criminal like himself. Even more so if it was in public. But it was just the two of you and for you, he did these things that made him a little uncomfortable. It was then you noticed. When he tilted his head just right, you could see the cutest freckles appearing across his nose and cheeks. They were a darker blue, faint and reminded you of speckled duck eggs. Your mouth slowly opened in awe and you couldn't help yourself. "Kisaaaa~" You teased, standing before him and grabbing onto the collar of his Akatsuki cloak. You had to go onto your tippy toes to get a closer look of your significant other. He snapped his eyes open, looking at you concerned. When his eyes met with your wide grin, he got nervous.

"What?" He almost hissed out of defence.

"You didn't tell me you had the cutest freckles!" And that was it. Immediately he turned away and walked back into the shadows. You blink in confusion and regret teasing him already. You run after him, reaching out your hand. "Don't be like that! I didn't mean it nasty!" With your little legs, in comparison to his long ones, you catch up to him and jump in front of the male to stop him from advancing forth. You hold out both your hands towards him. "I really mean it, Kisame..." He frowns at you, watching where your hands were going. He took one step back and you paused. After a couple seconds, seeing Kisame was no longer retreating from your touch, both your hands rested on his cheeks gently.

His cheeks grew warm when he saw you close your eyes and smiled deeply. Carefully you pull his head down closer to yours so the tip of your nose kissed his freckles, nuzzling them. "They're so cute...~" You whispered. "You shouldn't have to hide them." You pull back a little to now look into his eyes. His black hues look away from yours, feeling somewhat giddy and lovesick from this interaction. Was he... pouting?

Quickly, you kissed his hot cheek and bit your lip. Kisame cleared his throat and straightened his back, the man now towering back over you. He swooped his arm behind the backs of your legs and lifted you like a bride. "C'mon. We'll be travelling ages with your little legs." You wrap your arms around his neck and curled your toes in excitement as you both disappeared into the woods.