#striped thigh highs my beloveds

[nyctophobia-au]

Sometimes, you just gotta draw things for yourself, homies.

[rose-tinted-kalopsia]

≡;-꒰ 𝑷𝑹𝑰𝑵𝑪𝑬!𝑿𝑨𝑽𝑰𝑬𝑹 ꒱₊˚ ପ⊹ I 𝒀𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝑯𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒏𝒆𝒔𝒔, 𝑩𝒆𝒍𝒊𝒆𝒗𝒆 𝑴𝒆.

╰┈➤ ❝ prince!xavier x afab!reader | smut nsfw 18+ mdni | kinktober '24 day 16 (21…)

tags : long fic, pwp (with plot), porn with feelings (LOTS. OF. IT. because xavier), based off of the lightseeker myths but not lore-accurate, canon divergent borderlining on au, jeremiah as a side character, master/servant, prince/knight, forbidden love, secret relationship, devotion, angst (with a happy ending), sort of a fix-it, self-doubt (both), slight jealousy, miscommunication, arguing, teasing, sexual tension, needy xavier, making out, heavy petting, oral (both), vaginal sex, cum shot, slight somnophilia (you wake up to him eating you out), make-up sex, praise, use of “your highness” “my liege” “my prince” “my light��� (from reader), use of “my queen” “my lady” “starlight” “angel” (from xavier). lmk if i missed any tags!

wc : ~9.7k

an : SO THIS IS LATE (i was supposed to have finished this on the 16th…) BUT… HAPPY (BELATED) BIRTHDAY MY BELOVED PRINCE !!! every time i revisit his lightseeker myth something in me dies <3 but despite the terrors i will continue to write xavier in soft and tender ways because i love him oh-so-very-much, and hopefully you can feel that through this. this is absolutely my beloved baby fic and probably one of the favorites i have ever written (up there with dlmly and ewflss), so i also hope that you’re able to love it as much as i do! (ALSO as usual the song adds to the feels so have fun w it i guess !! :D)

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Of love and admiration that goes far beyond devotion.

Your body felt thick with sleep as you awoke. Limbs still a little heavy, only barely breaking through the last vestiges of your dream… You were barely aware of the rustle of sheets from below, a hand going up to shield your eyes from the sunlight. The curtains had been opened—something you were usually responsible for at the start of the day, whether or not you had slept in your own room.

Not that this was your room.

Soft, silken sheets of a far higher quality of your own; lavender-laced curtains… Dead give-aways.

This was the prince's room.

And last night, he was all over you.

In you.

The heat of his body was flush against yours, all his touches both intentional and needy, sultry movements of his hips to thrust himself deeper, and deeper, and deeper… Slowly the details began to flood back into your memory, effectively having your body heat up at just the thought of it. And then you heard it—you felt it. Nimble fingers trailing over your thigh, something wet, and slimy, a familiar feeling as he languidly licked a stripe up your core.

With a gasp, your hands reached down, finding purchase in those soft tufts of white-brown hair you loved so much.

“Xavier—?!” Still groggy with sleep, you could feel the haze in your own voice, but you blinked yourself awake at the sight below you.

Xavier’s eyes seemed to sparkle with mischief.

He had his hands prying you open, spread for him to see the very evidence of your arousal, and rested his cheek against your thigh. As if to make a point, his tongue darted out to give another lick—almost like a test. And you noticed that his face had already been covered with your slick.

“Good morning, angel,” he murmured with a smile. He had the audacity to nuzzle against your skin, quite obviously taking delight in the way your face flushed a bright red.

“H- how long have you… ah—”

You gasped as he pressed your thighs against your chest, spreading you more obviously open for him to enjoy. Again he leaned back down to lick at your folds, circling the tip of his tongue at your hole, and you jerked with the slight sting of sensitivity.

Sensitivity that couldn't have been there, unless…

“H-hey! Xavier… Wh— H-have you been doing this the whole morning?!”

He chuckled this time, hands moving to massage gentle circles at your thigh. You could see him run a thumb over the red mark he’d left on you just last night, and a shiver ran through your spine at the touch. “Should I… not do that?” he tilted his head. Slowly, his fingers began to move back closer and closer to your glistening heat. Your breath caught in his throat; he looked so innocent despite the way he would easily pull you into the palm of his hand.

“No, it’s not that, just… I-I didn’t think you’d wake me up like this…”

He smiled. “Mm.”

This time, he let your legs rest back upon his mattress, and he slid up your body, the familiar heat of his skin melding with yours.

“My lady…” he murmured. His eyelashes fluttered against your cheek lovingly, lips barely touching your skin, teasing a kiss before resting his forehead against yours. “Ahh… It’s just, I like staying between your legs. It’s nice. And… I like tasting you. And when you cum, I like watching the way you flutter…”

His voice was so soft. He spoke so genuinely, despite the mirth laced into his voice, despite the dirty words that fell from his lips. He could say it like it was normal.

He had come to be like this with you.

Not that being used to it by now made you feel any less embarrassed about it.

“My prince, please,” you huffed, feeling your face heat up. With a whine, you poked at his chest, effectively getting him to roll off of you and settle for pulling you into his arms.

You savored the moment.

His arms wound tightly around your shoulders, and despite the more indecent way he’d woken you up, there was comfort in being so close to him, comfort in waking up next to him. His presence, as always, exuded warmth in every possible way—you didn’t mind when his leg slid up and around you, pulling you closer, closer, locking you in his embrace.

Xavier was clingy.

And later today, he would be back in a meeting with his parents, not at the academy with you. And that was enough of a reason for him to be even more so.

“My liege…” you murmured into his chest, nuzzling against him to offer some form of comfort back—at least, as much as he always gave to you.

He shook his head.

“Not that,” he mumbled.

You smiled,

“My prince?”

Another shake. “Not that, either.”

You lifted your head to meet his gaze, leaning in for a quick, feather-light kiss.

“Xavier,” you whispered.

And he smiled.

“Xavier,” you said again, with more conviction, feeling your heart flutter at the way his eyes seemed to shimmer. “Xavier.”

“Just Xavier,” he murmured. “When I’m with you… I’m just Xavier.”

Your eyes closed for a moment as he placed a loving kiss on the tip of your nose, and then you chuckled. “Okay, Xavier,” you emphasized his name to appease him, ignoring the frown that formed on his face when you pulled away. “You have your duties, and I have mine. We should get up, no?”

“It’s early,” he huffed.

“You need to be early.”

“But I want to stay with you…”

“And I want to lay in a bed of roses. We don’t always get what we want, Xavier. Not even the Prince of Philos.” You grinned this time, leaning back down to return his earlier kisses with a tap on his nose. “Up. You know we can spend some more time together when you’re free again. Besides… I, too, have those training sessions to get to…”

With a groan, he sat up with you, almost pretending to be sleepy by making a show of rubbing his eyes.

You scoffed. “Oh, come on. As if you hadn’t been clearly wide awake and working me up between my legs… You woke up earlier than me!”

“That's different,” he insisted. “That was relaxing for me. Just as last night, you’re always the most wonderful when you—”

You shoved him by the shoulder with a laugh, finally standing up from the bed and making to go and shower. You weren't surprised at the huff of indignance he let out, but you paid no attention to his sulking. The running water felt cool against the your skin—it was a nice contrast to the heat still coursing through your veins. Different from his touches, naturally, but welcome nonetheless, especially since he'd been quite busy with your pleasure mere moments ago.

Not that you hadn't enjoyed it.

Every brush against these marks on your skin had you tingling, flashing memories in your head of how his teeth would nip, how his tongue would glide over you… how he'd painted his release all over you, the sheer bliss at feeling such of the extent of the love the two of you shared.

You did enjoy it.

And if he had been craving it, you couldn't deny that the same was true for you.

With the shower tap closing and the curtain being drawn, you stepped out of the shower to gaze at your reflection in the mirror.

This was what it was like to be his.

You thought that you wouldn't trade it for the world.

There was a smile on your face as you stepped out, casually covered in one of the spare robes he kept neatly to the side for nights you would spend over with him. "Xavier, if you aren't up from your bed yet, you really should—"

Your gazes met.

For a moment, the air seemed still. His eyes raked over the shape of your body, almost so to have you loosening the grip that held his robe together.

"A shame… If only I could mark you where they could see…" You watched as he made his way over to you, wrapping his arms around you in that same, familiar manner, and burying his head into your neck. “Mm, you’re just so beautiful."

And you couldn’t help it.

You leaned back into him, allowing his hands to trail back down over your body, loosening the robe, the pads of his fingertips grazing your skin to leave goosebumps in your wake. Again. Just as he had done that evening. Each careful caress all over you, pressing into your skin as if to leave another mark of his love—nothing visible this time, but rather felt, for though the bruises below your collarbone could have sufficed, he would always be keen on doing much more than that.

Now, his hand made it between your thighs, tracing over your folds and almost dipping inside—

Almost.

“Your Highness,” you whined at him, promptly snatching his hand away.

The puppy-like gaze he gave you could have made you melt—in any other circumstance.

“Your Highness,” you repeated, firmly. “Hands off, be a good boy.”

Something like a smirk graced his features. “Are you ordering me around?”

“Yes.”

“A knight to her prince?”

You scoffed. “A lady to her lover.”

And at that, his expression softened.

Those were not often words that you said out loud.

Lover—a word so sacred, a word so pure. To call yourself the prince's lover was near suicide; a knight such as you could never truly be befitting to stand beside him at the throne.

It was not something you did often.

Xavier knew this.

"If that's so," he said gently, "then I'd be inclined to yield."

You shook your head slightly, and then before he had the chance to speak—or do—anything else, you stepped away from him to sift through his closet for one of those suits he’d always worn on days like this. With a pointed look you held it out, and it was near comical how his eyes lit up with barely-contained joy.

“Will you be helping me dress, then, my lady?”

As with anything Xavier said, his words carried with it an air of earnest innocence. Yet even the simplest things had your heart rate spiking if only for a moment.

“You do not need my help to dress…”

“Mm, perhaps so… But I would like it.”

"An order?"

"No, but a request. From a gentleman to his lover."

He followed you only to lean in and nip at your earlobe, and it was one last means to tease before he stepped back from you only to take his turn to shower.

Cheeky.

That was one way to describe him.

Xavier just did things, and said things, and you had to wonder if all princes were every bit as lofty as he could be, but—truly, how could you say no to that?

You wrapped his robe back around you a little more tightly, mumbling under your breath about how unfair he was, before reaching for your own uniform.

Having been carefully kept aside with last night's activities, Xavier had taken to neatly folding them up by the bedside table.

It made you smile.

The Prince of Philos was ever kind.

And though dressing yourself meant putting to rest the last remnants of his touch, it brought you back to the reality of what you were. Just as you'd said just earlier—you had your duties, and he had his. No matter that you were His Highness's closest aid, the fact remained that the two of you lived different worlds. At times, it was difficult to comprehend just how you'd gotten this far… And yet, last night was more proof of it than you could ever hope for, more proof of it than you could ever dream of.

You carefully arranged your skirt, looking towards the mirror in the room to adjust the fit of your uniform.

This was what it looked like to be his.

The door to the bathroom opened.

With another turn, you padded the room to give him a little kiss on the lips, before making through with your promise—

His hand grabbed your wrist, and he smiled.

"Just one kiss?" he spoke, and his eyes danced with mirth. You could tell that he was teasing.

You rolled your eyes. "What would you prefer me do?"

"A little more. Please?"

Xavier was clingy.

You knew that he had every reason to be, and perhaps that was one of the reasons you indulged him so easily.

Or, perhaps, you had need for it just the same as he did.

His arms locked around your waist, drawing you close as the soft touch of his lips against yours made you melt.

He was gentle, this time—not quite the neediness he'd displayed earlier in the morning, but he kissed you with such tenderness, such love, that it took a while before you were able to separate and… process.

Cheeks flushed, you took a step back from him and turned back to his closet to gather his clothes.

From then on, there was silence.

Towel off as he slipped on his underwear, you were careful with your movements, his trained eyes watching you fit his shirt over his torso. You didn't dare meet his gaze, not like this—instead, you remained adamant on giving attention to dressing him, fingers nimbly fixing the cuffs of his sleeves, trailing up to the buttons…

Perhaps, it was the silence that made this feel more intimate than it should.

Perhaps, it was the obvious pull you had over one another, still quite unable to get over the night that you had shared.

There was proof of it, too—not only on your body, but on his. Small, red marks on his chest, littering around like specks of starlight on his pale skin… You couldn't help but reach out to touch them, running your fingers over him in a manner reminiscent of the way he'd done with you, and…

Ah, you thought—this was difficult.

He was neither saying anything nor doing anything, simply allowing your exploration of his body, yet you cleared his throat and deftly brought his shirt to a close. Your hands fixed the clasps and pins on his collar, and as you handed him his trousers, you reached over to gather his coat.

"You know… I am not to train with you today," he spoke, quietly. The first word he'd spoken since.

"…Mm." You slid the coat onto his arms, and watched as he rolled his shoulders back to adjust its fit. "I know that. They've called you to the palace."

"I may be gone, for, perhaps, the entire day…"

You buttoned up his suit, carefully beginning to place the little pins and tassels, and you couldn't help but wonder just how it was that he wore these without feeling an ounce of discomfort—or, at least, showing it.

"I know that, too."

"Starlight."

You looked at him.

"The brooch is on wrong."

You faltered.

"…I know that, too."

He smiled as he watched you fumble with such a simple, menial task, and while your cheeks flushed with embarrassment, his hands met yours to help you with it.

"Let me. Before you prick yourself with it."

When you stepped back, you watched him turn to the mirror with any last-minute fixes, and reached towards the table to slip on his gloves.

Looking at him like this, you felt a lump form down in your throat.

It was different from seeing him in uniform—like this, he looked every bit the part of the crowned prince of the nation. Handsome, charming, gentle… Just like every prince should be.

And just as earlier, you felt your heart tear in uncertainty, the reality of his stature laid before your very eyes.

You spoke, and your voice was quiet.

"Your Highness."

He didn't reply. You could see a small frown on his face in the mirror.

"Your Highness." You tried again.

"No."

Ah.

"Xavier."

He looked at you, then.

As if he'd been sure of what you'd been thinking; as if, although he wouldn't speak of it, he would reassure you that you were his, and he was yours.

You let out a slow breath.

"Thank you."

Your head bowed the slightest, gaze averting to your feet.

"Even just to stand a half step behind you, protecting you… It would have been enough. Yet still I have the privilege to bask in your love. Enough, that… Even amidst all this secrecy, I—there's nothing I could want more."

You saw soft footsteps make their way towards you, and when he spoke, his voice was gentle.

He spoke in this way to comfort you.

"If your vow is to protect me," he murmured, "then mine is to protect you. If your vow is to love me… then, so, too, will my vow be to love you. You are not behind me. You're with me."

A finger placed under your chin nudged your gaze upwards, blue eyes once again latched onto yours.

"Whatever the meeting they've called me for, nothing will change. I'll be by your side, always. Believe me."

And believe him, you would. Because it was all that you've ever done. You didn't know how to do anything else.

—

"Waiting on His Highness?"

You turned as a figure hoisted himself over the stone balustrade you were sitting on, settling down beside you. Familiar brown curls and the same uniform that you were wearing, he was easily recognizeable. His gaze angled towards the front as he leaned back, legs stretched and hands supporting him in his seat. "Geez… It's not everyday you get to see students littered around at this hour, but I must admit. There's some pretty views out here!"

He swung his feet a little, a satisfied smile on his face as he observed the entrance of the academy bathed in the glow of the sunset.

But when you didn't say anything, he turned his head to look at you, blinking curiously. "No, but really. It's Xavier, right?"

This time, you smiled.

When you turned away from him, you, too, looked at the front, scanning the gate and listening for any of those telltale hooves of horses, or rhythmic footsteps of palace guards…

Anything to signal Xavier's return.

"He's been at a meeting," you shrugged. And you tried to keep it under wraps that this was much later than you'd expected him to be occupied, you tried to keep it under wraps that you'd been feeling a little disappointed that he wasn't back yet.

Keyword: tried.

Perhaps it was a curse that the Vice Captain was just as observant as the prince himself.

"Hmm, but you've been out here for a while…" You could feel his gaze on you, almost scrutinizing, if you'd believed Jeremiah to be like that.

But you knew him a fair amount. He'd been your training partner on multiple occasions, and he had quite the reputation for being on the friendlier side amongst the Starhunters. Despite his more dramatic ways of framing things, he'd always meant well—both for you, and for Xavier. And while he didn't know of the relationship the two of you shared, a little part of you was fond of him for all he's done to help the prince nonetheless. You'd felt as if, that way, he's helped you, too.

A pause, a little hesitation, before you sighed. "Mhm. Not quite sure when he'll be back, but, you know… It's a little bit expected for me to be out here when he does. I suppose."

Not that you minded. You'd want to wait up for him, too.

"Do you… fancy him?"

Jeremiah's question made you freeze.

"I'm sorry?"

"Prince Xavier. Do you fancy him?"

His tone was not one that was accusatory, but purely laced with curiosity. Again, though you didn't look back on him, you could feel his gaze steely on you.

"W- what makes you think…? I'm—I'm just his knight."

"Well, and his training partner."

"You've been my training partner, too."

"Not as much as he has, though… Haven't you shared the same teacher?"

You looked at him with a huff, and that smirk on his face almost made you regret that decision.

"Jeremiah—"

"Look. I'm not gonna pry, because if you do like him, then that's on you… and him, I guess. But I've seen the way you look at him. Maybe nearly everyone else seems to think you hate each other, but it's always seemed the opposite case from what I've observed."

"Why are you bringing this up, anyway?"

The light in his eyes seemed to flicker away, his mouth pressing into a thin line. "I heard rumors."

His answer was short.

Vague.

With how the conversation was going, you'd think those rumors to be speculations of your relationship, but it didn't add up—Jeremiah had just said it seemed you two had an unspoken rivalry.

In your head, you could thank Xavier's constant invitations to spar with him for that.

"What… rumors?"

"Well, the meeting. He's been summoned to the palace, right? There's been talks of an arranged marriage, and… Well, you know. I have my suspicions about the meeting being related to that."

Oh.

Something in his words stirred uncomfortably in your stomach, and your gaze moved from his face back down to your feet.

An arranged marriage.

Of course there was an arranged marriage.

"We both know Xavier's of Royal blood." Jeremiah continued, but his voice carried a softer tone, and he nudged at your arm in a means to somehow lighten the mood. "I mean, we all know that. And, you're an official knight, and everything, so I'm sure you know that really well. So, it's just… like that."

You let out a slow breath.

"…Yeah. It's just like that." You could mumble out the words, yet saying them out loud did little to soothe the discomfort—instead, it made them sound all the more real.

Whatever words he'd said to you this morning, whatever words he'd said to you the night before—sweet words, loving words… He meant them, you knew that he did. But that wasn't the issue. Because often times, even a prince had truly too little of power to act against the monarchy—and Xavier wasn't even on good terms with his family in the first place.

If a marriage had truly been arranged, he'd have had little say in the matter.

Neither did you know if he truly would sacrifice so much just for you.

"You okay?"

Jeremiah pulled you out of your thoughts, and only then did you realize the way you'd been carelessly wringing your hands in an effort—that clearly failed—to distract yourself.

You offered a sheepish smile, "Yeah."

And while he seemed doubtful, he no longer pushed.

Instead, he got up.

"Well, anyway. Just food for thought. Listen, I'm not going to stop you from liking him… But just be careful, okay? I'd advise you not to get too attached. For your own good. As your friend, I care about you, too, you know?" He gave you a reassuring pat on the back, and then he stretched.

There was a wistful smile on his face.

"Geez, I know how it feels, though. There's just something about being so close with a member of Royalty. When it dawns on you, you really realize that you're worlds apart…" he shook his head. "You know what they say. Perhaps the prince is like a star in the sky, meant to be adored from afar."

You placed your hands nearly on your lap, and watched him move back over the balustrade and onto the path of the corridor. "Leaving?"

"I'd stay and keep you company, but His Highness might get the wrong idea," he laughed, shaking his head.

And though he made to walk away at that moment, he paused.

With a little wink, he gestured to you—"Though, hey! Nice fighting today! Always a pleasure to train with you."

You rolled your eyes, but a smile peeked at the corners of your mouth. "Go flirt with your other girls, Jeremiah."

He grinned. "Flirt? No idea what you're talking about, milady!"

And in a few moments, he was gone.

You turned back to the gate, running over his words like a record.

Perhaps the prince is like a star in the sky, meant to be adored from afar.

And maybe, you realized, Jeremiah was exactly right.

But you wondered who would have been lonelier that way—the star at the top, or its gazer down below.

That night, you walked to your dorm alone.

—

The pattern repeated itself.

Several days had already passed, and night after night you would find yourself waiting at the front of the academy… to no avail.

You could go to the palace yourself.

It wouldn't be unwelcome; you were not forbidden, nor was it unusual.

Yet, something in your deepest instincts told you not to.

And the rest of the knights had nothing to say about his whereabouts.

"So you're still waiting."

You didn't need to turn around to see who was talking; this was a voice you'd come across much more often as the evening neared.

"As his knight, I would," you replied, plainly.

And again Jeremiah moved to sit beside you, would spent a couple of minutes out of his day to keep you company for a while.

You'd suspected this to be similar.

Yet—

"Not this time."

Instead of actually sitting down, he offered his hand for you to take, and only then did you look at him inquisitively.

"Huh?"

"Well, it almost looks as if you haven't done anything for yourself lately. I'm just looking out for you!"

"But, if the prince comes back and I'm not present to greet him—"

"He'd be back with palace guards with him—"

"But I promised I'd—"

"Miss, with all due respect, I don't think His Highness would have wanted you to wait on him like this everyday, either."

Your mouth shut.

Jeremiah had an eyebrow raised, a very pointed expression on his face that made you feel a little sheepish.

In some ways, he was right. You had been prioritizing awaiting his return, and as a result of that, your own personal joys had fallen a little bit neglected. These days, your trainings and classes were the only joys you could find—little sparks of conversations here and there, and occasional check-ins from Jeremiah himself, too, but…

You found that it was difficult to find all that much joy without him.

You knew it was stupid.

You knew it was dangerous.

If Jeremiah had been right, and Xavier had gotten caught up in the plannings of an arranged marriage, then, you—what was your place, but that of a knight?

A knight, whether close to His Highness or not, was not truly required to wait after hours simply for his return. Not that you were overstepping your boundaries, but it was not a duty that was needed. You had been doing this of your own accord; using duty as some feeble excuse both for yourself and for others.

Jeremiah had warned you not to get too attached.

You knew, deep within your heart, with all the love that you had for him…

It was already too late for that warning.

The least you could do, you supposed, was take it easy, just a little bit.

Slowly, you stood up, using his arm as leverage to stand, before dusting off the skirt of your uniform. Your expression softened. "Yeah. Right. A few moments… A few moments shouldn't hurt."

"Of course it shouldn't!" he scoffed. "Come, quickly. I've heard from Sarah that you haven't had any starbread for days now, and it's supposed to be your favorite. She's worried about you!"

The last time you'd spoken to Sarah had been yesterday. She had been your training partner that day—one of your other friends amongst the Starhunters, a headstrong individual you enjoyed spending time with.

And she'd been right.

Perhaps, you'd barely eaten much the past few days, but it had included your avoidance of the cafeteria's starbread your friends had known you to adore.

Unintentionally, of course.

But now that Jeremiah has mentioned it, you suddenly missed the fluffy taste that melted in your mouth, and a small smile formed on your face as you allowed the male to drag you towards the cafeteria.

It was past dinnertime.

It would be closing soon.

"Okay, stay put. Don't you dare think of going back there just to check on the gate again. I'll be quick and get you one!"

It was his own way of offering you comfort.

—

You saw him.

Jeremiah had gotten you your starbread as it began to rain, and while you were able to offer a thank-you in return for his kindness, he was off in the direction of his dorm area with a barely-discernible mumble of panic.

The raindrops were loud.

You watched his figure retreat before you looked out of the stone hallway, pattering drops making splashes onto the ground.

Uncomfortable.

Rain had never been your most favorite thing in the world.

The star-filled sky was less visible now, a gloomy mist seemingly covering the campus you'd grown so fond of…

You saw him.

Before a split-second decision to step out into the rain, an umbrella was placed over your head.

You saw him.

"…Xavier."

—

The walk was silent.

Everything was silent.

Nothing more had been spoken as you walked back to his room, nothing more had been spoken as he reached for a towel to dry off your hair.

The warmth of his touch.

The warmth of his presence.

You felt as if you could melt at it, your eyes tearing up at the mere scent of his cologne that you'd spent days—weeks—without it near you.

Without him near you.

But you didn't speak.

Not even as he tried to meet your eyes, not even as he set the towel aside to hand you his robe—his robe—the very same robe you'd used on the day that he'd left.

Instead, he was the one who spoke first.

"You should take a shower, since you've been in the rain. You'll get cold, and uncomfortable…"

Still, his voice was soft.

It was almost as if everything could go back to normal like this—like nothing had changed, and this was still… Xavier.

This was still Xavier.

He'd promised nothing would change.

You believed him, didn't you?

"I'll… boil up some tea for you in the meantime."

He was taking care of you.

He'd been in the rain, too.

He had barely dried his own hair.

He walked over to open the bathroom door for you, before moving to search for the tea you'd always particularly liked.

But you were supposed to be the one doting on him.

"A prince…" Your voice was soft, barely a whisper, as you looked down. The soft carpets of his room allowed you to sink into the flooring, taking comfort in the feeling. "A prince should not be doing so many favors for his servants."

There wasn't a reply.

He'd paused, though—the rustling had stopped. you could tell.

You didn't raise your head to look at him.

"…Angel?" he murmured.

Ah.

"Since when… did you think about things like that with me?"

And this time, you didn't reply.

—

Your mug.

He'd saved your mug.

And in it was, as he promised, tea well-prepared in your favorite flavor.

Yet, it was still quiet.

He'd been sitting on his bed, reading, once you'd come out fully changed—he, too, had prepared one of his sleepwear for you to use for the time being, and though you were practically swimming in it, it was comfortable.

It smelled like him.

Slowly, you padded your way across the room to sit beside him, your mug in your hands as if to warm you. The rain hadn't stopped, pelts of raindrops hitting the window with no signs of stopping anytime soon. The view outside was just as gloomy—you could hear the gale of the wind hitting the panel, and you were more than grateful to be inside a building.

He shifted. The book was placed down.

"How have you been?"

You felt an arm wrap around your waist, and—and you couldn't do this.

Not like this.

Nothing will change.

But not like this.

"Xavier…" your eyes closed, and your voice pleaded with him not to pretend.

"Xavier, please. Not like this."

Not like this.

He pulled away from you, but your chin tilted upwards—there they were.

Those blue, blue, crystal blue eyes.

"Starlight. Are you okay?"

"…No."

It took every ounce of your strength just to whisper.

"What is it? If you need—"

"You were gone."

He blinked, looking at you carefully as you spoke.

"How long?" Your gaze dropped back to the ground as he released you. "Do you know how long it's been? It's been weeks."

"Angel…"

"I waited. I waited. But I hadn't heard a single word about you from anyone, and I thought—I thought, maybe, you wouldn't be returning anymore—"

"No… no, that's not it, angel, I simply got caught up with the matters at hand…"

You knew it was true.

You knew you were likely being unreasonable.

Yet the frustration building in your chest did little to help you.

"But you could have let me know somehow!"

This time the cry you let out felt choked out; unnatural. As if you couldn't understand why so much of you hurt, when this could easily be resolved if you could talk about this normally, and yet—and yet—and yet—

"It feels… It feels like you've been avoiding me."

Xavier didn't reply, and you took the chance to look up at him.

"I haven’t seen you at all since then. Since your meeting. It’s almost as if you’ve been avoiding me, so just, tell me I'm wrong. I heard from Jeremiah that—"

It was Xavier's turn to frown.

"Jeremiah? Have you been spending a lot of time with him? I saw him with you when—"

"That's what you get from that?! Just the mention of his name?!" you cried. "It's not even—he’s been keeping me company, Xavier. You know, like a friend? Like someone who cares?"

"…He gave you the starbread."

You buried your face into your hands.

"I'm trying to have a conversation with you!"

"I just wanted to—"

"Xavier… Did you even want anything from that night?"

You heard him draw in a breath. The silence that followed was deafening, the air around you delicate—as if your question had torn through the thickness of all that tension, and now… Now, it could almost shatter.

"This… is that what this is about?" he whispered. "Do you regret it…?"

There was concern in his eyes when you looked at him. And it felt real.

Just as real as the memories from that night, just as real as the marks he'd littered all over your skin, just as real as the fullness of him that you'd felt deep, deep inside you.

The first time.

The first time you had ever dared to go so far.

…You didn't regret it. You shook your head, despite the way your lower lip trembled as you prepared to speak again.

"I could never."

Your voice was barely a whisper.

"I wanted it. Of course I wanted it, Xavier, but… But did you?"

Yet you were met with another silence, and the very fact that there was no immediate reply had your heart shattering to pieces.

His answer did nothing to repair it.

"I wanted it," he murmured. "I did. But… I don't know it it's something we should have done."

Your head shot back up to look at him again, and this time, the tears you'd worked so hard to hold back began to fall.

"I can't believe you."

With trembling hands, you stood up, mug almost haphazardly placed back on his nightstand.

"How could you… how could you be so unsure about it when you… When we… We had sex, Xavier, and you…"

"My lady, you know that's not what I mean. I told you… You can always stay with me. You mean everything to me, it's just… It is not so simple right now. Give me time to sort this out."

"But how does that help us now?! Do you think doubting everything right now takes away the fact that it happened?"

"Angel—"

"You can't call me that right now!"

"But we knew this would happen. We both knew it, these risks, the complications of being in this relationship. We're not supposed to be together."

We're not supposed to be together.

In every sense of the phrase, you knew he was right.

You could have waited until he was king.

You could have waited—you could have waited.

You could have waited until he could act without the bars of higher authority.

Neither of you did.

You knew as well as he did that a secret love carried with it the risk of being torn apart.

We're not supposed to be together.

No, but you loved him.

And it was selfish of you.

But you did.

And hearing those words from his mouth felt something akin to a sword being stabbed to your chest.

We're not supposed to be together.

A final straw.

We're not supposed to be together.

"…I see."

You turned around and walked away.

—

This time, it was your fault.

You'd keep your responses short, limit them to greetings whenever you could. Though you would stay by his side whenever necessary, you wouldn't tilt your head up to gaze at him, wouldn't step a little bit closer. It had been days since your argument, and you had been the one to avoid him—or, at the very least, avoid him as much as you could.

You were a knight in service to him.

It wasn't as if you never saw him after that, but you'd kept your distance.

Perhaps you just needed time.

Xavier had asked for it—he wasn't stopping you, wasn't trying to breach the distance, kept the air between you stale just as you had been doing.

Perhaps he needed time, too.

The reality of your relationship was heavy, both on you, and on him—but, you knew, most likely more on him than you in the first place. He wasn't sharing the burden with you, after all. You knew you'd acted too rashly on your frustration that night. But, in this situation… With this atmosphere… Things couldn't go back to normal with just a good night's sleep. They wouldn't. Perhaps the both of you knew that.

You approached him first. The clocktower—he often went there to be alone. It was quiet, and peaceful… and in the evening glow of the moon, a certain sense of melancholy settled over it. Xavier rarely had moments of rest, not as the prince of a nation… Yet, here, you could see little glimpses of the person he wished himself to be.

The clocktower was a little sliver of freedom for him.

"Xavier."

You called him out, voice soft and carried by the breeze. When he turned, the flowers gathered in his hands brought a skip to your heartbeat.

Ah, he…

"I… didn't know how to give them to you."

Blues and yellows. Not particularly a bouquet, but almost enough to be one—small flowers circled around in his hands, tied by a dainty little ribbon…

Forget-me-nots.

The representatives of the planet of Philos.

Fidelity. Faithfulness. Love.

A promise.

"I'm sorry."

Those were the words he spoke as you approached to take the flowers in your own hands.

"No… I'm sorry."

You sat down on the brick-lined surface, him taking the spot beside you, and—you couldn't help it. Eyes closing, you leaned against his shoulder, nuzzling into the soft warmth you had come to love so much. His response was immediate. Fingers reaching up to run through your hair, loving strokes and a kiss against your forehead…

You missed this.

"Do you think…" you whispered, peeking upwards as you settled into him, eyes moving over the stars in the sky.

It was a quiet, clear night. The stars were plentiful.

Perhaps the prince is like a star in the sky, meant to be adored from afar.

Your hand reached out towards the stars, and your fist closed—you could imagine flicker of light in your hand, but you knew it wouldn't have been a star itself.

"Do you think… The stars are our of reach?"

Xavier held you close, nuzzling into your hair.

He didn't speak.

"You only ever see them when it's dark. When the sky is clear. It feels… fleeting, even for something we see every night. Temporary. As if they could sift through your fingers, if you could ever think to hold them…"

Your gaze moved from the sky and back to him, shifting to see him more clearly.

You didn't stop him when he dipped his head into your neck, placing soft, gentle kisses over you skin.

"Xavier," you said again, quietly. "Do you… think about me that way? About us?"

He let out a slow breath. It brought goosebumps to your skin, and you had half a mind that he'd intended to leave a mark on you right there—but he pulled away.

Brilliant blue eyes back on yours, and something like a wistful smile gracing his features.

"To be honest… I do."

It was an answer you expected.

He pulled you back to lean against his chest, and then, too, did his eyes drift upwards towards the sky.

"Because of how things are, it's very easy to end up losing someone you care about. I could make one wrong move and lose you. But… above everything else… there's no sense to the meaning of living if you aren't here with me."

You closed your eyes. The steady thrum of his heartbeat allowed you to hang onto his words, lulling you into the security you felt in your arms.

"If the stars are fleeting, my starlight… Then, I'd do my best to follow wherever you go. I'd want to." He sighed. "I'm sorry."

He said it again.

Something in your heart told you that his next words would be difficult to digest.

"You were right. I was avoiding you a little… but only because I didn't know what to do. I know there have been rumors. If you've heard them, then… you're hearing from me now that they are true."

"…Your engagement."

"An arranged one. I have yet to offer my acceptance of it."

A wry smile made its way to your lips.

So Jeremiah was right.

Yet as it stood—none of this had ever been anything he'd wanted.

The first time you met, you'd spent several years into your formal trainings without him.

The first time you met, you had your destiny laid out before you.

The first time you met, you pledged wholeheartedly, deep into your heart, that this was the man you would vow to protect.

But the first time you met, Xavier hadn't smiled at all.

He was the prince of Philos.

Rumored to ascend the throne, rumored to lead the country—he was, and always had been, held in such high, prestigious regard…

But the first time you met, Xavier hadn't smiled at all.

He'd never wanted any of this.

He didn't choose which family to be born into; he didn't choose the path that he now walked upon with chains around his ankles.

He didn't choose to be betrothed to someone else.

"I still choose you."

He chose you.

And yet the pain in his voice could only tell you that it wasn't an easy choice—

He chose you.

Because he would willingly chase after something so fleeting.

Perhaps, it was in a similar way that you had chosen him.

He let out another sigh, and his face buried into your hair. "I have little say in the matter, even if my heart had already made its choice long ago. I no longer know what to do. It's frustrating… and I'd distanced myself because of it."

This time, you shook your head.

"The truth is," you laughed a little bit, more at yourself, more out of pity, "I'd been selfish on my part as well. I know… I know that we'd started this together. I know that we've known from the very start that things might not go the way that we want it to… but…"

This time, it was you who sighed. "But still, I, too, choose you. I want you. And… I've always wanted you to know, that—this love, I have, for you… It's more than this situation calls for, and enough for me to believe that things will work out."

"Angel…"

"I think, maybe it's because I feel so strongly that I'd gotten so frustrated. Because sometimes… Sometimes, it feels as if you don't believe I could love you so much… that it would be easier for you to let me go now than to force me to go through all of the turmoil of seeing this through, when—when it is already too late for that."

Slowly, your turned your eyes back to look at him.

"My prince… it's too late for that."

His hand moved to silently tuck a strand of hair behind your ear, the intensity of his gaze nearly causing you to falter, but you didn't.

You couldn't.

You—

You had chosen him.

"Xavier, I love you. I choose to love you, and I choose you, and I choose everything else that comes with this choice, and… I know, I know that you love me back. I have never doubted it. But… Your Highness, believe me. I can love you the same way… I can love you just as much. Trust me to do so, and don't keep me in the dark about it. Please. Your Highness, believe me."

His forehead rest upon yours, and you knew that it was not easy for him to agree with you.

Xavier—always so willing to give you all of his love… yet when it came to him, he didn't know how to accept it.

And instead of words, his lips pressed back onto yours, hand gliding upwards to pull you into this love he had that he could only show you this way otherwise.

Your eyes closed, and he whispered:

"Please, my lady… Could you stay with me again?"

—

Warm water ran over your skin, a lull of comfort.

You weren't used to this—the way his arms, wet from the shower, wrapped around your torso, lavishing soap onto your arms, your chest… He was so gentle. The way he rubbed into your skin was soothing, already enough to make you melt.

And though the air around you stayed silent save for the rushing sound of water, you've never felt so… relaxed.

Xavier had insisted.

He'd claimed that you had spoiled him far too many times for him to count, and the least he could do was return the favor somehow.

But you didn't believe him, not really. You thought he always spoiled you. Even a glance your way was enough to fill you with joy—he just didn't know that. Despite all that you'd said at the clocktower a few moments ago, it was difficult to explain to him how much you loved him.

You leaned back, a soft sigh of satisfaction leaving your lips. As the motion put you back under the spray of the shower, your eyes closed, and he promptly reached out to lower the pressure.

This time, his hands were in your hair, gently easing your head back, rubbing his fingers into your scalp. It took a moment for him to reach for the shampoo, before he was spreading the bubbles over the top of your head.

Cherries.

The scent made you smile.

It was his shampoo he was using on you, and you found that you didn't mind at all—this was his scent.

This was what it… felt, to be his.

Careful touches massaged the soapy, sweet-smelling bubbles into the hair, precise with the pressure and precise with his movements. He was dedicated, and delicate—just right, just perfect.

In the end, he truly knew you just that well.

And his hands slipped down from under your hair, rubbing in circular motions. The pressure of the showerhead had been turned back up again, and while one hand took to shielding your eyes from the rinse of your shampoo, his other slid down to caress you.

To feel you.

Something told you he was holding back a little, both at his own expense and at yours—yet his hands stroked over your body under the pretense of rinsing, motions becoming a little more sensual with every second that passed. His thumb rubbed your hipbone, up and down, up and down….

And then his hand made it between your legs.

Soft caresses on your inner thighs, an occasional squeeze here and there…

By now he'd finished rinsing your hair, and rinsing the soap off of your body, and his chin rest on your shoulder.

He had both hands free.

One running over the side of your body—your arms, your waist, before moving up to cup your breasts… while the other edged tantalizingly close to your core, the heat of his touch almost making you want to press your thighs together.

Almost.

He pulled away.

That smile on his face was familiar—satisfied, and knowing, and just a little bit proud of himself. And up close like this, you could see every spark of joy in the depths of his eyes, every inch of skin you wanted to kiss. His hair stuck to his forehead, eyelashes wet with little droplets.

When your eyes met, he chuckled. It was a sound that echoed beautifully in his little shower space, warmth spreading through your chest almost immediately.

It was a blur from there. You'd hardly remembered it.

Shower aside, you'd found yourself straddling his hips, his body splayed out beneath you. Familiar silken sheets that adorned his bed rustled in disarray, and with a groan, his hips bucked up into you.

The gaze that he held was unique, only to you.

One of love—of want—of need.

"Beautiful," he whispered. "My starlight… you are beautiful."

Though his breathing was shallow, he reached up, cupping your cheek.

And you smiled.

"So are you, my prince." A slight, almost testing grind against his throbbing cock had his breath hitching, and his hand falls back down to grip the sheets.

Your eyes softened.

"Xavier…" you murmured. "Are we sure of this? For you, right now… is it worth it? Do you think so?"

He pulled you down for your lips to touch, an ever so slight peck—one to reassure—and he smiled back.

Soft.

Knowing.

This time, certain.

"It's worth it," he spoke. His voice rang true. "You're always worth it, angel." His hips rolled up against yours, and you could see the way he cherished the gasp you let out. "You always have been… you always will be. You are worth every pain and every struggle I might have to bear. So much so that if I am to die by your hands, then so be it. It would be an honor."

A slow breath fell from your lips, and you hadn't realized until that moment how much you'd been holding in. You shook your head, despite the giddy smile that had since formed on your features.

"Silly," you let out an airy laugh. "My liege, such devotion from a prince shouldn't be directed at his servant…" when he frowned, you reached over to ease the furrow of his brows, "…but rather his servant towards him."

This time you gathered his hands to pin back against his pillows, rolling your hips once more, sliding your folds over his cock—and you let out a shaky sigh.

"I'd say it back," you whispered. "You are worth every pain and every struggle I might have to bear… I would lay my life for you, my prince. My heart, and my body, and my soul… are all yours. And it is an honor."

You smiled, "Your Highness, believe me."

This time, he does.

You could see it in his eyes, in the way the tension in his body had melted away.

And when he smiled, you nuzzled against him—

And you slid down his body, taking his erection into your hands.

"A-ah, angel, what are— oh—"

You watched the tips of his ears flush bright red as you kissed at his thighs, grazing your thumb over the tip of his cock. The pre-cum that had oozed out had you spreading it over his shaft, coating him with wetness—and you took your time. Every movement was slow, and careful. You enjoyed his reactions, every little sound he had no choice but to let slip through.

"Angel—angel, please—"

A soft chuckle.

"An order?" you murmured.

He groaned as you leaned in to place tiny little butterfly kisses around his tip, and your eyes crinkled with delight.

His hips jerked—"N-no, just… a req—a request—" A gasp. "From… F-from a gentleman t-to his— his lo—ov—ahh—"

You could laugh with glee at how responsive he was, and, almost as if rewarding him for it, you opened your mouth, molding your lips around him and slowly sliding him into your throat.

The moan that he let out was beautiful.

Continued slow movements, you began to move your head up and down, up and down.

It didn't take long.

Perhaps it was the tease; perhaps it was how much he'd been holding back all this time—his hips lifted up slightly, pushing himself deeper into your throat, and your eyes shut.

"A-angel!" he cried. "Oh, my— my lady, oh— mnh, s-so good—"

Your hands ran delicately over his thighs as you sucked, bringing your head up to the tip and circling your tongue around it before taking his cock back into your throat.

His groans grew more frantic, his hips stuttered.

And then before you could think, and just as your fingers had wrapped back around his cock, every intention to stroke his length, his hand was firmly placed on the back of your head. He began pushing you—you'd take him deeper, as deep as you could, his hips rutting up into your mouth in a desperate frenzy.

You moaned around his length as your eyes closed, and you could feel the way he was throbbing.

"Ple— please— please, angel, starlight, I want— want to be inside you—" His voice was becoming hoarse. Less coherent.

He was losing himself in the pleasure, just as you'd wanted.

"Hnng— angel, please, I mis— m-miss you so bad, miss how warm, I— haah— ahh—!"

He cried out your name, his thrusts becoming more frantic.

And you pulled away.

"W-wait…!"

You wiped the slick off of your mouth and cherished the protest he'd only barely choked out. "You asked," you panted. "You asked me… You…"

You didn't finish your sentence.

He had spoiled you enough—you would comply with his every requests, and spoil him.

In an instant your warm, wet walls sank down onto his length with a lewd squelch, greedily taking all of him. You leaned forward, moaning—"Xavier. Xavier… Xavier…"

He choked on his moans as you began to bounce over his cock, desperation just as well matching the way he fucked up into you.

Not enough.

Not enough.

Your movements were frantic, a messy chase of your highs—

But your legs could give in.

Not enough. Not enough.

"X-Xavier…" you whimper helplessly, voice shaky, distorted with the movements of your hips. "Mnnh… Xavie… Please—please, Y-Your Highness— my light, my everything, my— my prince, make me cum—!"

His actions were quick.

You sank into the mattress as his figure caged you between his arms, hovering over you, panting, panting—you squealed as he began to slam his hips into you, and this… This was enough.

Despite every rough slam of his cock deep into you, he leaned in to whine into your ear, occasionally turning his head to pepper your face with kisses.

Gentle enough—desperate enough—loving enough.

"Xavier!"

With a final cry of his name, you crashed, trembling around him and clasping his arm so tight that you were sure your nails had dug into his skin to leave a mark.

"Xavier… Xavier…"

Your chest heaved, and your hand fell limp back to your side as he kissed you.

He kissed you, and kissed you, and kissed you—his hips losing their pace, before he—

"M'gonna—gonna— nnh—! Ah!"

He released all over your stomach, shooting his cum out onto you, leaving a sticky mess on your body as he hung his head.

Arms on either side of your body, he desperately tried to catch his breath before he could look at you.

"Ah… ahh… haah… Th-that… Y-you were so…"

You smiled, reaching up to run your hands through his hair. "Very good," you murmured, all praise. "You made me feel so, so good."

He sat up, looking at you as his expression contorted into one of pure, unabashed adoration.

You almost rolled your eyes—"We have to shower again…" you sighed, though the smile never left your face.

He shook his head.

He took a few moments before he'd come back with a wet towel to wipe you clean, and then—as if having spent every ounce of his energy—fell on top of you like a weighted blanket.

"Xavier—!"

"Mmn. Let's cuddle first…"

He spun you over to have you back on top of him, and cradled your figure close. Your head rest upon his chest.

"My Queen."

Your eyes widened.

"My Queen."

He repeated it, firmly—surely.

His head buried into your hair, and you heard it again.

"I believe you. I do, and I will, and you—you will be my Queen. I will make sure of it. Beside me, with me."

A slow, shaky breath—

"Your Highness, believe me."

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[starrluvs]

the facesitting drabbles, ughhhhhh could you possibly do one with johnny cage & kenshi too?? doing gods work fr <3

𝐉𝐎𝐇𝐍𝐍𝐘 𝐂𝐀𝐆𝐄 | 𝐊𝐄𝐍𝐒𝐇𝐈 𝐓𝐀𝐊𝐀𝐇𝐀𝐒𝐇𝐈 + 𝐅𝐀𝐂𝐄𝐒𝐈𝐓𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐆

cw: afab reader, oral (fem receiving), facesitting, established relationship, mentions of kenshi's tower ending

wc: 749

a/n: omg my second anon request! yall are already making me so happy, and i hope i delivered properly! and i wasn't expecting these facesitting drabbles to get so much attention, but tysm!! also my asks are still open, so feel free to request something! im in desperate need of ideas 😭

𝐉𝐎𝐇𝐍𝐍𝐘 𝐂𝐀𝐆𝐄

johnny was always adventurous when it came to trying new things in the bedroom. but when he asked you to sit on his face, you weren't too fond of the idea… what if you accidentally ended up hurting him? with a bit of (classic johnny cage) sweet talk, you reluctantly agreed. 

and you were very fortunate for giving in to him eventually because you felt as if you were on cloud nine. johnny always had a pleasure for pleasing partners, so he’s gone down on you multiple times before… but the feeling of literally having your pussy all over his face like this was certainly something transcendent.

all your worries were washed away as he worked his tongue inside of you, desperately trying to reach in as far as he could. johnny’s actions made your eyes roll back in pleasure as you let out a string of moans along with his name.

the actor chuckles underneath you and decides to change things up, relishing in all the reactions you offered him. his big hands secured a strong grip on your hips as he helped you ride his face at a steady pace.

you feel your clit occasionally bump on his nose, followed by the flat surface of his tongue collecting all your juices as he helps you rock back and forth above him. the feeling of him stimulating your core started to become overwhelming as that familiar coil starts to bubble up inside of you.

you grab johnny’s hair and an incoherent warning escapes your lips, trying to tell him you were close– but it proved to be useless as he felt your thighs spasming around his head. the actor grins as he looks up at you and lets you ride out your high with his tongue.

he could tell you finally washed away that worry of ‘hurting’ him once you looked down at him with lust filled eyes– your lips slightly parted as you were catching your breath. his well kept brown hair was now a disheveled mess and your slick was smudged all over his face.

your beloved hollywood star looked like a work of art.

𝐊𝐄𝐍𝐒𝐇𝐈 𝐓𝐀𝐊𝐀𝐇𝐀𝐒𝐇𝐈

gaining his new occupation with the outworld investigation agency meant kenshi became a very busy man. he knew how much time he’d have to put into this and he knew he couldn't always be there to coddle you. however, when he did get the time to make up for his absence, he knew how to properly deliver.

his apology this time around resulted in you sitting on top of the ex-yakuza’s face with his tattooed hands roaming all over your breasts, hips, thighs, ass, everything– all while his tongue licked fat stripes up your pussy.

your thighs felt like cushions around his head, and the warmness of it made him feel like he wouldn’t mind taking a load off from work and staying trapped beneath you forever. his tongue was warm and his occasional strikes against your clit were sharp and steady, making your head spin.

trying to hold back your moans, you cover your mouth with the back of your hand, causing all your sounds to come out muffled. much to the swordsman's displeasure, he bites your inner thigh and makes you yelp. knowing better than to test him, you whine and remove the back of your hand, allowing your noises to come out freely.

despite kenshi still being able to see in his own way with the guidance of sento and his ancestors, he had learned to deeply appreciate his sense of sound (and taste, in this position) ever since he was blinded. the ex-yakuza relished in your sounds much more than he used to before the events that transpired in outworld. 

muttering out an apology to him, kenshi smirks and dives back into your heat. his hands rest on your ass as he squeezes it and ushers you to grind harder on his face. you don't disappoint– grinding messily over his mouth while he attempts to catch it all with his tongue had you moaning in delight. 

you missed this, you missed him– the feeling of his tongue hitting angles inside of you that nobody else could. the feeling of his hands gripping at your flesh, urging you to chase your high. hell– even the feeling on his stubble scratching against the inside of your thighs and your puffy lips down there…

and fortunately for you, kenshi had no intentions of letting you rest tonight.

[slippingkim]

Omg, imagine being a camgirl with few followers, but Sunoo is the biggest fan and supporter. in every broadcast he always donates money and in return she has to use the gifts he sends (like Socks, necklaces and stuff) I'm a bitch for this man

~ secret admirer ~

⋆♡ nsfw ♡⋆

@seonwooggu (sunoo) logs on to his favorite daily camshow to intently observe you playing with a vibrator or you absentmindedly bouncing on a dildo, for only a small streamer with about 20-45 viewers a day as yourself you put at lot of effort into your content, always looking cute and keeping a clean setup but nobody seems to appreciate this like @seonwooggu. “Hii seonwoo!!” You say as you see the notification pop up that he’s entered the stream yet again.

💬 @seonwooggu “hello y/n :3 looking adorable today🫶”

🆕 @seonwooggu donated 80 dollars

You gasp with joy “thank you so much seonwoo!” Sunoo smirks behind the camera getting hard at only the sound of you saying his name so excitedly. Sunoo begins to unzip his trousers when he sees you reach for your pink dildo and watches as you slide it up into yourself ~ahhmm~ you moan. ~mmhm~ sunoo groans listening to the hitch of your voice from the sudden sensation.

💬 @seonwooggu “I see you got my gift ;]”

You look down at your stripe thigh-highs you received last week and grin still bouncing on your dildo. You decide it’s time for your beloved seonwoo to get a special treat, still sunoo is watching in a trance when you open your legs to the camera and while you slide two fingers in yourself and start fingering yourself rapidly ~seonwoo ahh~ you whimper. Surprised by this Sunoo’s mouth drops open and he leans closer to his computer screen while jerking himself faster, his eyebrows frowning from him getting close. You still fingering yourself, your pussy making wet sounds as you almost reach your hight as well. Sunoo’s head starts to bow as he’s ready for his release, while you hit your g spot at last and squirt a long stream Sunoo’s head hits his desk from the stimulation he endured listening to your squirt hit the ground and cums hard his cock twitching watching the rest of your squirt drip pit of your pussy. Later you receive a dm from seonwoo.

📳 @seonwooggu “how about we stream together next week? You can punish me..”

💬 you “hmm I’ll think about it ;}”

Sorry for the long break I’ve been to burnt out it’s unreal 😭😭😭

[losfacedevil]

Because You Loved Me // J.T.K

a/n~ I started this last month after coming off of a 6 day long migraine attack and somehow forgot it existed until this months 6 day migraine attack hit.  It’s just a bunch of fluff, and migraine pain related babble, idk.  Word Count ~ 3.4k

A stripe of marmalade orange danced across his face as the sun peaked through the blackout curtains; morning surfacing quicker than they would have liked. A deep sigh slipped past his lips as he arched his back, stretching the entirety of his body as she rolled over; hand reaching out to find him. 

“Morning, Sweet Girl.” His voice was soft; the rasp of sleep causing the corner of her lips to quirk up in a smirk. 

“Just five more minutes.” She whined, scooting over and resting her face in the crook of his neck welcoming the warmth of his arm as his hand found her side. He nodded, nuzzling his nose into the crown of her hair. She pulled her body almost fully on top of his, leg tangling between his as she pressed a soft kiss to the side of his neck. 

“Do you have to go to work today? Can’t you just stay home with me?” He couldn’t help the chuckle that slipped past his lips knowing full well what her answer would be. 

“My boss is coming, I can’t. Though I’d much rather stay right here warm and cozy with you.” Her voice was barely a whisper as she fought the wave of sleep that was trying to overcome her. 

“My boss is coming.” He mimicked her, hand finding purchase on her thigh. 

“Tell your boss where to stick it. Stay in bed with me, lovely.” A giggle slipped past her lips, the fluttering of her eyelashes tickling his neck sending a shiver down his spine. 

“I wish I could, but I have to get ready.” He groaned, rolling so her body was pinned beneath his, peppering her face with soft kisses. 

“Just five more minutes, right? That’s all we need.” His voice held a sultry tone as his lips connected with the soft spot beneath her ear. A whine escaped her, reaching up to tangle her fingers in his shoulder length hair. 

“Jake,please. Later, I promise.” He sighed as he let her guide his head backwards, using his hair for leverage before crashing his lips down onto hers. She whimpered into the kiss, body betraying her as her back arched into him. 

“Later, Jake, later.” She spoke between kisses, reaching out both hands to cup his cheeks. He pulled back, ceasing his attack as his bottom lip jutted out. 

“Lovey,” he whined, rolling his hips down into hers. She giggled, knew full well she was being a brat; but also knew she couldn’t be late for work. 

“Later, sweetness, scouts honor!” She giggled, placing one last kiss to his lips before he rolled off her, allowing her to get up. 

________________

It had felt like the longest day in the history of her career. Everything that could have gone wrong did go wrong, her boss was breathing down her neck for the silliest reasons and her stress level was sky high. Stepping out of the store into the cool winter air was like transporting into a different dimension, the cool air dancing around her body seemingly lowering her stress level as a familiar pang tugged at her right temple. A sigh slipped past her lips as she flipped the hood of her sweatshirt up on her head, covering her ears to hopefully ward off the headache she knew was going to take hold. 

~*~*~

Her fingers were pressed firmly to her temple, rubbing soothing circles into it as she jiggled her keys into the dead bolt to their shared apartment. She could hear the music before she even opened the door, knew he was sitting on the couch with his beloved guitar resting on his thigh strumming away. She couldn’t help the grimace that she knew her face displayed, screwing her eyes shut as she tossed her keys on the table beside the door. 

His strumming ceased as the door shut, scrambling to pull her sweatshirt over her head before he saw the look on her face. She heard him shift, placing his guitar down on the couch next to him as he turned to face her. 

“Hey sweet girl, how was your day?” Jake asked, rising to stand as he stretched his back. She kept her back to him as she hung her sweatshirt up, taking a deep breath as she fixed her face and willed the migraine away. He slunk up behind her, wrapping his arms around her midsection as he nuzzled his face in the junction where her neck met her shoulder. She let her head fall back against his shoulder, eyes fluttering shut at the welcome warmth of his body against hers. 

“It sucked, I feel like shit.” She mumbled, pulling a deep breath in through her nose as he placed a gentle kiss to the hollow below her ear. He reached down, intertwining his fingers with her and tugging gently. She let him turn her around, wrapping her arms around his waist as she buried her face in his chest. His arms came to rest around her shoulders, his nimble fingers tangling in the hair at the back of her head as he rubbed soothing circles into her scalp. He felt her shoulders fall, the stress of the day melting away as he unknowingly soothed a pain he didn’t know existed. 

“I’m sorry today was bad, is there anything I can do to help?” His voice was soft, pressing a kiss to the crown of her head as he pulled his fingers gently through her long locks; sending a shiver down her spine. She shrugged, arms tightening around him as he smoothed down the hair he had been playing with. 

“Maybe start dinner so I can rest my eyes?” Her voice cracked as her reserve broke, she hated asking for help even when she needed it the most. He nodded slightly, running his fingers through the hair by her temple, sending soothing tingles through the side of her head as he tucked her hair behind her ear. 

“Of course baby, do you have anything in mind?” She nodded, wincing as the movement shot pain through her head. 

“There’s a recipe card on the counter I wanted to try.” She mumbled, rubbing her nose against the exposed skin of his chest.

Jake broke away from the hug first, bringing his hands up to cup her cheeks, noting the slight pout on her lips. Leaning forward slightly he rested his forehead against hers, their eyes both fluttering shut. They stood that way for what seemed like an eternity, his fingers slowly putting pressure on her temples as he rubbed soothing circles into them. He took note of her reaction, the sigh of relief slipping past her lips confirming his suspicions as her arms fell a little further, more tension from the day escaping her. A smile pulled at the corner of his lips as he tilted his head slightly, slotting his nose perfectly next to hers and capturing her lips in a gentle kiss. Another sigh escaped her as her fingers slipped under the hem of the back of his shirt. 

“How about this, you go lay on the couch and I’ll take care of dinner? You won’t even have to lift a finger.” His voice was soft, not wanting to cause her anymore pain. She nodded slightly, lost in the feeling of his hands pulling back through her hair, scratching her scalp in a soothing manner. 

“Are you sure?” Her voice sounded strained, like she was fighting herself. Jake nodded, taking a step back to break her embrace and took her hand in his, leading her to the couch. Pulling the throw pillow off of the arm chair he turned at the waist, tossing the pillow onto the couch and scooping up his guitar in one swift move. 

“Of course I’m sure, now sit.”

She let herself fall onto the couch, kicking off the crocs that still hugged her feet as she pulled her legs up underneath her. He placed his guitar down gently, leaning it up against the arm chair holding his hands out in front of is as if telling it to stay put and not fall over. A sigh slipped past Jakes lips as he turned back to her, her arm thrown over her eyes to block the light from seeping past her eyelids. He took a few steps towards the kitchen, turning back to ruffle her hair and scratch at her scalp once more before making his way into the kitchen. 

~*~*~

“Ah, fuck.” 

He jumped backwards as the plate he had teetered precariously on the edge of the sink slipped, crashing to the ground and shattering into a hundred pieces. He sighed, feet glued to the spot he was standing in as he assessed the damaged, shards of glass scattered all across the kitchen floor. Pulling his bottom lip between his teeth he reached up, scratching the back of his neck as he eyed the broom and dust pan halfway across the room. He ran a hand down his face, silently cursing himself for being so clumsy as his eyes snapped to the break in the wall leading to the living room. A sheepish smile played on his lips as he saw her leaning up against the door frame, arms crossed over her chest. 

“I’m so sorry, babe. Can you hand me the broom and dust pan please?” He asked, pointing in the direction of what he needed. She shook her head, snatching up the broom and dust pan, leaning the free standing dust pan up against the kitchen table before she started sweeping. 

“I got it, just finish what you were doing.” She mumbled, shooting him a meaningful smile before he turned back to the counter to continue putting their left overs away. 

She sighed as she grabbed for the stand up dust pan that sat behind her, the broom resting in her left hand. She turned her body and in one swift movement her grip on the broom faltered causing the handle of the broom to whack into her lip. A soft gasp escaped her as his eyes snapped to her having seen the broom snap in her direction in his peripheral vision.

“Oww.” She whined, reaching up to cup her jaw in her palm. A soft chuckle escaped him, picking the broom up off of the floor, sweeping the remnants of the broken plate into the dustpan. 

“How do you manage to do these things?” Another chuckle escaped him as his gaze met hers, the smile slipping off his face almost instantly. 

Her eyes were wide, tears threatening to spill over her lids as she placed her finger inside her bottom lip, checking for broken skin and blood. She pushed her bottom lip out in a pout as she brought her right hand up, resting it over her right eye as her head throbbed. His expression matched hers, stepping forward he wrapped her in his arms, bringing his hand up to rub the side of her head soothingly. 

“I’m sorry, sweet girl. I didn’t mean to laugh.”  She shrugged her shoulders, wrapping her arms around his midsection as she buried her face as far as she could into his chest. 

“It’s okay, you can laugh at my misfortune.” He chuckled, shaking his head before pressing a kiss into the crown of her head. 

“Stop it, you know if you didn’t have a headache you’d be giggling at that too.” 

For the first time that night a smile spread across her face as a soft giggle escaped her, nodding in agreement to his statement. She pulled her head back, wincing as the fluorescent kitchen light shot a lightening bolt of pain through her temple. 

“Yeah, I’d probably be laughing my ass off if my head didn’t feel like it was going to split.” She lifted up on her toes, pressing a soft kiss to the corner of his mouth. He smiled down at her, peppering kisses over her cheeks and nose as his hand continued to rub soothing circles into her scalp. 

“Go get comfy and lay down, I’ll be there in a second.” He cooed, capturing her lips in a soft kiss before pulling back. 

With a slight nod of her head she turned on her heel, slowly making her way to their shared bedroom. She welcomed the darkness of the room, opting to change into her pajamas and climb into bed in the dark; knowing full well he would be flipping on the bedside lap as soon as he came in. 

The soft pad of his bare feet caused her to stir, her eyes fluttering open and adjusting to the darkness, making out his silhouette as he stepped over the threshold. He instinctively reached for the light switch, going to flip on the overhead light as a soft whine slipped past her lips. 

“Not the big light, please.” She whispered, throwing the pillow over her eyes in case he didn’t hear her. A mumbled ‘sorry’ slipped past his lips as he pulled out his phone, using the soft illumination of the screen to see where he was going. He made quick work of getting ready for bed,

ridding himself of his pants as he plugged his phone in; tripping over his own feet as he tried to kick his jeans to the side and landing on the bed causing her head to jolt against the pillow. 

“That’s what I get for trying to keep you comfortable.” He grumbled, reaching down to tug the jeans off of his foot and toss them to the side. A sigh slipped past her lips as she sat up, fixing her mountain of pillows while he swung his legs up into the bed, laying back against the headboard and getting comfortable. 

“It’s okay.” 

Jake held his arm out to her, jerking his head to the side in a silent question. She leaned into him, nuzzling her face into his neck, breathing in a scent that was unmistakably him. He sighed as he let his hand tangle in her hair once more, knowing the only thing she’d be searching for was his fingers dancing across her scalp as she let sleep overtake her. A sigh slipped past her lips as she tossed her arm over his midsection and wiggled her ankle underneath his as her leg lay across his. 

“Yknow I appreciate everything you do for me right?” She mumbled, her tone becoming deeper as sleep threatened to overtake her. He nodded, turning his head slightly and pressing soft kisses against her forehead. 

“I know, sweet girl. Now get some sleep so your head feels better.” He chuckled, never ceasing the soft circles he was rubbing against the side of her head. Her fingers danced lazily over his side, sending shivers up his spine. 

“I love you.” She mumbled, tipping her head slightly and pressing a soft kiss into his jawline. 

“I love you too. Now, shhh.” He reached over with his free hand, pressing his index finger against her lips to silence her. She couldn’t help but giggle, knew he meant well. 

She nuzzled her face farther into the junction of his neck, breathing a sigh of relief to finally be in bed wrapped in his arms. Jakes nimble fingers continued to dance over her scalp, alternating between rubbing circles into her skin and gently threading her hair through his fingers until her breathing became shallow and even, indicating to him that she had finally fallen asleep. He pressed one more kiss to her forehead as he shifted downwards, resting his chin against the crown of her head and willing sleep to envelope him. 

~*~*

She woke with a start, bolting upright in bed as a lightening bolt of pain shot through her head. Her stomach lurched, a wave of nausea crashing over her as she tossed back the covers and bolted from the bed. Her sudden movement startling Jake awake as the bathroom door slammed shut. A groan slipped past his lips as he cracked his eyes open, glancing at the clock on the bedside table. 

3:25 a.m

“Babe? What’s going on?” He croaked, sitting up in bed as he heard the shower turn on. He stood from the bed, a sigh slipping past his lips as realization hit him. Bare feet padding down the hall was for only noise that could be heard over the shower running. A few gentle knocks delivered to the bathroom door before he turned the knob and gently pushed the door open. 

She sat on the floor in front of the toilet, knees pulled up to her chest as she held her fist against her mouth; silently willing the nausea away. Her eyes were screwed shut, anxiety etched in the lines around her eyes as he turned off the shower, sinking to his knees behind her. 

Gentle hands pulled her hair backwards over her shoulders, gathering it all in one of his hands as he ran his other through it, gently detangling it. A shiver danced up her spine causing her stomach to lurch once more. She shook her head lightly, swallowing thickly past the lump that was forming in her throat, her mouth beginning to water incessantly. 

“Are you okay?” His voice a gentle rasp against the otherwise silence of the night. She shook her head, trying to get her mind to shift its focus to his fingers trailing through her hair. 

“Your head still?” She nodded slightly, the movement being just enough to trigger her stomach to turn once more. A cough bubbled up her throat as she lunged forward, hands slamming down on each side of the toilet as her stomach emptied its contents into the bowl. A soft sigh slipped past Jakes lips as he scooted forward, rubbing his free hand up and down her back. 

“It’s alright, sweet girl.” He cooed, hand slipping under the hem of her sleep shirt as she sat back, reaching for something to wipe her mouth with. Fresh tears slipped down her cheeks as she leaned back into him, head resting against his shoulder. He pressed soft kisses into her temple, reaching the hand placed on her back around her, resting it on her stomach. 

“I’m sorry.” She croaked out, pulling a deep breath through her nose as her eyes fluttered shut; willing her heart to stop pounding in her chest. His brows furrowed, shooting her a confused glance out of his peripheral vision. 

“For getting sick?” He asked, fingers dancing lightly over her stomach, the skin sticky with perspiration. She nodded, the tense muscles of her stomach finally relaxing as the nausea subsided. 

“It’s so gross, I hate when you have to witness it.” She mumbled, finally relaxing every tense muscle in her body. He chuckled, nuzzling his nose against her cheek. 

“I mean, you’re not wrong it is gross. But love makes you do things you typically wouldn’t.” He shrugged, slipping his hand out from under her shirt to brush back the hairs that fell in her face. 

“Aww you love me? Even with vomit breath?” A genuine laugh slipped past her lips as she pulled away from him, moving to pull herself into a standing position. 

“Even with vomit breath.” He chuckled, cupping her elbows in his hands and pulling her up with him as he stood. 

She spun where she stood, wrapping her arms around his midsection as she rested her head on his chest. He was stunned for a second, arms held out at his sides as he glanced down at her before slowing snaking his arms around her shoulders. Her grip on him tightened, burying her face further into the soft material of his shirt. He leaned down, pressing a soft kiss into the crown of her head.

“You really needed a hug, huh?” He cooed, reaching up to cradle the back of her head in his hand. She shook her head lightly, a soft sigh slipping past her lips as his nails scratched gently at her scalp. 

“No, I really needed you. It’s just, you make everything bearable and I don’t think I could do this without you anymore. No one’s ever loved on me enough to help me through an intense migraine before. You don’t just tell me it’s all in my head.” She mumbled, tilting her head back so her chin was resting on his chest. 

“Well it is all in your head, no?” A soft smile spread across his lips as her jaw dropped open, feigning shock. He chuckled, pressing a kiss to her forehead.

“Brush your teeth and come back to bed, vomit breath.” She shook her head, pressing her hands to her chest as she pushed him backwards towards their room. 

_________ Taglist: @jordierama​

[metaphorical-goblin]

Smut Prompt: Miles riding Phoenix while being tied up

Minors DNI | Mature Content

Phoenix moaned deep in the back of his throat as Miles mouthed his way down his leg, kissing the gaps of squishy skin between the ropes that circled halfway up his thigh. Phoenix’s blush only really ran down to his shoulders, Miles knew from experience, but there was still something so tempting about the cherry-red marks that lined his pelvis.

Tempted, Miles bit down on the meat of his hipbone again, nibbled and kissed his way across his stomach and down to his member, flushed and hard and shiny with spit.

Alright. So perhaps Miles had been teasing him today. He just couldn’t help himself, not when he was lying here like this, exposed and ready to accept his praise and tender touches.

Phoenix was always putting the work in, always putting others first. This was the perfect opportunity to return the favor.

Phoenix moaned his name, and it came out as a high-pitched whine. “Mi, please baby…”

Miles carefully placed a lubed hand to Phoenix’s cock, kissing around the head with reverence. He smiled to himself as his partner began to thrust up into his waiting fist, coating himself while Miles watched him slowly fall apart.

“More,” he gasped out, writhing as much as he was able. “A little– a little more, please–”

Miles graciously, finally, threw a leg over Phoenix’s stomach, effectively straddling him. He leaned down cut off his pleas with a deep kiss. Phoenix whined, bucking his hips enough that Miles felt him rutting against the cleft of his ass, face contorting in pleasure at the breath of friction. 

Ever in control, Miles leaned down and daintily licked a stripe up from the curve of Phoenix’s pecs to the crux of his neck. “You’ve been so good for me, haven’t you?” 

Phoenix tensed his fists, his jaw. He nodded furiously, and shouted when Miles nipped at the dip at his shoulder. 

“Alright, dearest,” he purred, glancing back to line himself up. “I’ll give you what you deserve.”

Phoenix’s entire body arched like a bow as Miles sunk down onto him, crying out in ecstasy as he began to ride. His wrists jerked hard against the rope, yanking them taut in an instant as his hands instinctively moved to frame Miles’ waist, to tug him down and coax him to completion. Miles, on the other hand, took his time adjusting, finding a proper pace and angle to–

“Ah, oh, Phoenix,” he whined, grinding down when he hit that spot. “Y-you… you feel so good.” Miles let his hands wander to the man’s broad chest, fondling and pinching just where he knew Phoenix liked it most. He increased his pace, sweat prickling at his shoulders and brow with every anxious sound Phoenix made, bouncing steadily on his lap. Phoenix writhed underneath him, tugging and pulling and–

“Miles! Miles, fucking God, I need–!” He bared his teeth, eyes wide and wild, and Miles dipped his head.

“Yes, my be… beloved? Do you need to come?” He barely breathed the question, barely grazed his earlobe with the tips of his teeth.

Miles rode him through as he tipped over the edge, a scream on Phoenix’s lips and a grin on his own.

[swampstew]

KIᒪᒪEᖇᑕOOK - ᑕᕼᗩᑭTEᖇ 4

Welcome to Raven's Reading Nook - a small corner of this blog dedicated to cozy story times. Join us in the family room as we sit around and browse our phones, and eat some Girl Scout cookies as we begin tonight's story. Rated Mature for language. Minors DNI.

Special special special thank you to @basilisa-scorpii for beta reading; and thank you to my main squeeze @icy-spicy for dropping the best acronym I've ever heard in my life! If you're a fan of King of the Hill, you might find a familiar line🤭 And I cannot believe I actually forgot to include @quinloki who inspired Killer and Kid in swimsuits that sparked this chapter's theme - that insta reel is still in my bookmarks🤤🤤🤤

Killer directed and organized the tributes the crew had brought to his shared house with Kid, Wire and Heat. Today’s live stream was going to be a special one – the weather had finally gotten warmer for longer and their unused pool needed some TLC. So did Killer’s Summit E-470 propane powered grill.

His beloved cooking space.

Shaking his head excitedly, he finished typing up the recipe list he planned to pin on the live stream’s chat board. Everyone brought their own side dish, dessert, or drink specials. Killer only planned to show off cooking meat on the grill. That was easy enough to instruct on air compared to the delicious smorgasbord of food that was piling all over his kitchen.

Drooling at the overwhelming smells, he helped carry the food outside. Sneakily taking small bites out of the Hawaiian macaroni salad, watermelon feta salad, and a whole pollo asado taco, he began setting up the camera equipment.

“Alright is everyone set and comfortable? Starting the live stream in 5 minutes!”

The crew shouted out in acknowledgement before resuming their laid-back activities. A party’s a party after all. 

Rocking the, quite frankly, sluttiest pair of low-rise swim trunks that really only served to cover his goods. They were blue of course.  Killer pulled his hair into a high ponytail and waited on his housemates to bring out the meats and beer. A blue and white striped face mask was covering his lower face.

Kid brought out the steaks and burgers. He was wearing obnoxious yellow swim shorts that stopped at his lower thighs. In equally tacky theme, a cartoon rooster was displayed in the center of the shorts with dialogue off to the side. It read: Don’t stare at my cock.

God’s be damned, Killer wanted to beat him up.

Wire stepped out in a speedo that was entirely too natural looking on him, walking with grace that one wouldn’t have thought the tall man had at all. However, it wouldn’t be Wire if he wasn’t wearing some type of netting – a fishnet crop top covered his broad chest. 

Heat, always copying inspired by Wire’s fashion sense, was also wearing a fishnet crop top in blue with matching swim trunks.

The assignment was simple –look ridiculously ripped, as possibly allowable without violating TikTok’s guidelines and terms of service. So far they were all in line with the rules, but as always the risk lied with Kid. Killer glared at the text on swimsuit and considered kicking the redhead in the dick for always acting like one.

Heat handed the grill master his apron: a simple blue cover with pockets, with a custom jolly roger embroidered in the center. The symbol resembled Killer’s mask with two scythes crossing behind it. A small chef’s hat hung off the skull’s head.

“Thanks Heat you did an amazing job!”

Going Live In…

3…2…1!

LIVE

“Hey everyone, KillerCook here with a special episode of Faffaffaffa-Food with Killer. Today, we’re having a pool party~ And every good pool party is composed of three important elements: food, drink, and fun. Drop a ‘hey!’ in the chat to all of our co-workers and friends!”

The i-pad was going off with all the pinging notifications from viewers trying to say hello. In the background, the crew began cheering and hollering, pushing each other into the pool and going back to their conversations as Killer dived back into his show.

“For drinks, we’re knocking back classic beers while we stand over this grill.” Killer slapped the hull of the steel frame. “This gas-powered baby can grill so much food but she’s also hot to handle. Propane may be a clean burning fuel, but she can also be a dirty girl. Which makes beer the perfect accompaniment to keep cool.”

Killer took a step back from the heated grill and began to put on his apron. The notifications were going WILD and he didn’t need to check them to know why. Sweat was already beaded on his body, running between the grooves of his tanned and toned muscles. Cheeky smirk hidden behind the thin, fabric mask, Killer tied the apron off and stuck a steel straw in the beer can. Expertly tucking the straw under his mask without disrupting the way it sat on his face, Killer took a refreshing sip.

“Saturdays are for the crew, don’t you agree, guys?”

His housemates whooped and cheered behind him and again the notifications went off as the men moved their positions to be seen more clearly. Lavishing the attention and sounds of microtransactions tipping them, they clashed their beer koozies together and flexed for the camera.

“Wire, please pin the recipe note to the chat board. Since everyone contributed a little something to this party, I made a digital recipe book for you all to enjoy our favorite foods! While I grill the meat, Heat and Wire will take you all to the table to show off our spread, you’ll get to see the people we see on a near daily basis, and maybe get a glimpse at how intense pool volleyball can get!”

“Hey Killer, can I read off a comment?”

“Hng, yeah go for it.”

Wire grinned, “404errorbrainnotfound asks, ‘Will you be showing off your meats, my good sir?’”

Alas, Killer was not wearing his helmet so his flush was visible to the camera. From cheeks to chest.

Kid stepped up. 

“Oh yes, but not just his. I’ll be showing off mine, as will Wire and Heat. Lucky viewers today, ain’t that right, Kill?” He slapped Killer’s back forcefully.

“Yes, and since you’re so eager to talk about it, how about I turn it over to the reigning Boss of our enterprise, PunkNeverDied69?”

Kid gave Killer a confused look as he was pushed to camera center. Killer only walked away, turning his neck and face just enough to give him a ‘fuck around and find out’ look.

“’Kay. So.” He grinned, shaking it off. “Am I showing off the beef or sausage first? White or dark meat?”

The sound of notifications pinging aggravated Killer so he turned up the commercial-free summer playlist. Returning to his beloved grill, he exchanged his fabric mask for his helmet. So much for going casual, he thought . 

“So now that you know our set up, it’s time to grill. The beef and chicken wings were pre-marinated, the hamburger meat has the seasonings worked in, the shrimps are-” he waved his hand at the platter of raw shrimp- “shrimping. I’ll be rotating out different items to cook as efficiently and quickly as possible. Don’t want the other food to spoil, and I definitely don’t want to stand in the heat longer than I need to. Heat, Wire, I’m handing it off to you now. Kid, grab me a piña colada.”

The camera view became rocky and shaky as everyone moved around. Finally, Heat turned it face forward so he could address the audience. 

“Hey guys, look at this insane buffet! Comment which ones you wish you could be eating right now!” 

Panning the camera at each dish for 10 seconds, Heat hovered over the table while Wire gave a brief summary of the dishes, their components, and his own taste review as he and Heat sampled the plates.

When they reached the crew, they were asked to vote on everyone’s favorite dish and/or drink.

“Whoever made the piña coladas is on one, mate! Shit’s STRONG!” House giggled.

“The bruschetta’s real tasty,” Dive said as she dived back into her plate of said snack.

“We really like this cheese and bean dip!” Bubblegum held out the bowl he was sharing with Pomp, U.K., Reck, Hop, and Moai; purple corn chips falling from their hands as they eagerly snacked on the appetizer.

Jaguar bounded to the camera with a plate of salmon ceviche, “Nu-uh, this is by far the best dish on the table!”

“Are you all high?! The tzatziki potato salad is the best dish no contest,” Boogie had his nose upturned at the others, who all in turn deadpanned him back.

“Who the FUCK brought JUST BEANS?!” Disc-J yelled from the table.

A small argument broke out over the real best dish at the table, which quickly grew violent as shoving commenced. It took Kid yelling profanities across the yard to settle the dispute.

Wounded egos were quickly forgotten as Hip came out carrying a platter of homemade popsicles and Compo brought out a deep pan of tres leches rum cake.

Out of piña colada mix, Gig swapped out the double barrel drink dispenser with two new flavors: peach daquiri slushie, and strawberry margarita on the rocks.

Heat panned the camera to Killer who was hard at work grilling shrimp, chicken, and hamburgers; he was happily swaying to the music and occasionally taking a sip from his beer bottle with a lime wedge inside. His back muscles tensed every time he flipped and swapped out food, his hip flexors tightened for every bump his waist made to the beat of the playlist.

“OI! LET’S BREAK THE VOLLEYBALL TIE FINALLY!” Papas smacked the water ball into the pool as Emma secured the net.

“FUCK YEAH, LET’S GO!” Kid cried out, taking a running leap and cannon balling into the pool.

Wire took over filming since he’d been legally barred from playing pool volleyball anymore. A story he teased the audience with but ultimately did not spill how or why. 

Flipping the perspective from Killer’s grilling and gossiping to the quickly intensifying competitiveness of the volleyball game, Wire was having a hard time choosing a scene to focus the camera on: Killer’s hilarious quips of Kid’s top 10 blunders or rather filming Haikei spike the volleyball right into Oscar’s face.

Wire’s indecision was decided quickly as Killer’s excited shout grabbed his attention. The food was done! Calling Heat and Kid out of the pool, Killer began piling the last of the grilled veggies onto a separate platter. Noe and Mosh tagged in as the back-ups, got a STERN mini lecture about the pride of the team, and were pushed into the pool by Kid.

Killer sat the phone on the camera stand to finish off the live stream. With the help of his housemates, they held all the meat platters for the audience to see while Killer listed them off. Beef kebabs, cheeseburgers, loaded hotdogs, sweet and spicy ribs, Italian lamb chops, seven-spice pork chops, tri-tip with chimichurri, Hawaiian style ribeye, Harissa grilled chicken, grilled shrimp skewers, blackened shrimp, and grilled cauliflower steaks.

Kid, almost drooling eyed it all before a suspicious look came over his face, “Hey Kill, not that I’m complaining, but isn’t this a little too much food? We’re still not done with the dishes on the tables.”

“Hmmm, yes, I was wondering when you would notice that,” Killer mused. Tapping the phone’s screen so he could check the time, “Ah and they should be here in 3…2…”

“HEEEEEEYYYYYY KIIILLLLEEERRR!!! JAAAAAAAAAGGGGGYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY” A way too happy to be here sounding voice rang out off camera. Kid looked as if he got kicked in the balls.

“You invited THEM?” He hissed, a vein in his forehead threatened to burst.

Sanji called out, “I know you said not to bring too much so I only made pesto mozzarella chicken sliders, rotisserie chicken salad, crab cakes, and that creamy poolside pasta I know you like!”

“I brought tangerine creamsicle cake!” Nami smiled sweetly.

“I brought a barrel of tequila,” Zoro huffed, carrying the barrel over his shoulder as the Straw Hats came through the wooden fence gate that surrounded the property’s yard. 

“And I brought COLA!” Franky whooped, following right behind Zoro.

“I didn’t bring anything because I assumed Sanji or Killer would ensure to provide enough for everyone,” Robin said shamelessly, pulling back her wide brim hat to send both men a wink.

Sanji and Killer sighed happily.

Killer, Heat and Wire worked quickly to make room and place for all the cooked dishes over the tables, sending Kid to bring more furniture to accommodate the additional meals. Kid was cursing the entire time as Luffy hung off his back, trying to hold his attention to tell him about his latest adventures. Finally grappling the little freak off him by yeeting him into the pool, Kid sought refuge behind Killer who was removing his apron as he started the sign off.

“I hope you all enjoyed the live stream today; I know I had a lot of fun. Gonna go ahead and end it here because I’m FAMISHED! Tune in next time when I whip up a fun summer dessert – lemon blueberry cheesecake. It’s easy to prepare and like everything else I make, slays. This has been Faffaffaffa-Food with Killer.”

He moved to turn the live stream off when he was distracted by Kid clearing his throat and backing away from him.

Kid smirked daringly at Killer before turning that cocky look to the camera, “Little self-promo here, you can find me at my new OnlyFans account, KillerCoc —AUGH!” 

Killer tackled Kid into the pool before he could finish the sentence.

The camera fell off the stand as Heat tried to end the stream. The notifications were blaring frantically as comments poured in before he successfully closed the app and turned off the phone. Wire turned off the wi-fi for good measure too. 

Bonus: The comment section

BarbzisthatGorl:  WHAT DID HE SAY?! WHAT IS THE ONLYFANS?!?!?! WHAT IS HIS ONLYFANS PLEASE!!!!!!! KillerCook: His account was reported for spam and got locked down, sorry can’t help you! PunkNeverDied69: Judas😡

TheO-FaceisREAL:  I would purposely drown to have PunkNeverDied69 give me CPR (Clenched Pussy Resuscitation). Scream_Maim_Fire: He would purposely let you drown too.

Smokkadakush: Heat, you looked great out there! What was your favorite dish from the table? FlamingHot420: Aww. I loved the grilled watermelon with tajin seasoning, thanks for asking!

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[cherubguts0]

Pit-stop

Ship: mdkh

Word count: 1.4K

Tags: pit kink, pit sniffing, cunnilingus, trans! Kohaku, slight degradation

Kohaku was gross, there was no denying it. Laying on his bed in just his tank top after an intense crazy:B practice that was filled with stamina training, vocal and dance training, leaving him sweaty and sore. Usually by now, he’d be showered and taking a nap, however someone was coming over. Someone who had begged him to not wear any form of deodorant or body spray. As if on cue, three knocks came to his door. “Come in madara-Han” Madara always did three knocks, his own personal irl ringtone. Kohaku was thankful his roommates were out for the night, save them from the smell that is him right now.

“Kohaku-San!” Madara bright voice filled the room, Kohaku-chan scent hitting him the second he entered, perfect, this was exactly what he had wanted. a big smile coming across his pretty face as he slipped off his shoes and made his way over his partner in crime. “How was practice?” He asks as if he doesn’t already know. “Tiring. My body hurts” kohaku gives a short response, glaring up at madara “Y’know Rinnie-han had a lot to say about how I smelled at today’s practice.” He said sourly, getting a small laugh from the older man, who now sat beside him. “Really now? That bad?”

Kohaku raised his arm up “smell and find out.” He said plainly, knowing madara could already smell him, eyes watching as the elders face got all heated. “That’s why you’re here right? Why you asked me to go to that practice with no deodorant” madara could feel his body start to heat up hearing kohakus demeaning words “r-right” is all he says before carefully wrapping his right hand around kohakus upper arm and bending down to take a whiff, his other hand resting on the middle of the young boys chest, feeling the slight dampness left from sweating earlier. It didn’t take long for madara to give into his more disgusting desires, the moment the pungent sent of sweat hit his nostrils his mind went hey wire, letting out a pathetic whine before pushing his face closer to his sweat drenched pit, quickly changing his position to laydown next to kohaku with his crotch pressed up against the younger thigh.

“You’re disgusting madara-Han” the pinkette teased, watching as the man who painted himself as a strong, independent caregiver was reduced down to nothing more than a perverted sicko “getting off on your juniors sweaty pits, what would others think hmm?” Madara could help but moan, mindlessly humping his juniors thigh as small, pink damp hairs tickled his nose. Leaving soft small kisses along koahkus pit, effectively worshiping the odd body part that most would find disgusting, especially in the state it was in currently.

Madara felt as though he was in heaven, getting high of the sour and musky smell of his beloved juniors pit, he really did owe kohaku his life for letting him indulge in his perverted fantasies. The complete bliss of having said fantasies indulged caused him to let go of any shame he may have, sticking his tongue out to lick a long stripe from the bottom of kohakus pit to the top, letting out a pleasured noise -which was accompanied by a surprised noise from the smaller- as he tasted the salty sweat, his hips rocking relentlessly against the pinkettes thigh, his cock straining against his grey casual pants. “Yer’ truly something else madara-Han” kohaku watched madara in earnest, his core heating seeing madara in such a state. He was truly lost in the pleasure, eyes shut, drooling and salivating all over his pit, his hand resting on top of his chest made its way under his shirt to fondle one of his small a-cup tits. Soft noises leaving hohaku as madara played with his budding nipple.

“So good kohaku-San” madara moaned out, looking up with a pathetic, desperate look in his stunning green eyes, tongue permanently stuck out as he panted and whined like a dog. “Is it madara-Han? You look so pathetic right now” kohaku pressed his thigh harder against madaras cock, enjoying the hiss that left the older man’s lips, “p-please kohaku-San” the ginger begged, his hips moving more sprat-tic than before “you gonna cum mama? That’s disgusting” despite his mean words, kohakus clit was practically begging for attention watching madara, he loved nothing more than seeing his grown adult boyfriend acting so desperate. “Yes! Please please please kohaku-San” madara begged, his hand playing with the younger boys tit making its way down to the inside of his crazy;B work out pants, fingers immediately finding their way between his soaked, panty covered folds. Kohaku let out a pleased sigh, finally getting some relief of his own, “good boy, good mama” kohaku praised, his fingers threading through madaras hair and pulling out the ponytail holding his hair up. The ginger-esk brunettes finger tips played with the pinkettes swollen clit, gently placing it between two fingers and giving it a few strokes, soaking up the soft pretty Moans that left his lips, the knot in his stomach building up more and more by the second, kohakus undies absolutely soaked to the point of staining his pants.

“Cum for me m-madara-han” kohaku commanded, watching as madaras eyes lit up as he was given permission, his fingers slowing on his panty covered cunt in favor of reaching his own climax, his nose burying back into kohakus pit, his hips stuttering against his dainty thigh as he released into his boxers. Letting out possibly the most pathetic moan/whine kohaku had ever heard from him. “You’re actually pathetic madara-han” kohaku spat watching madara come down from his high, humping his thigh a handful more times before stopping and just panting beside him, the older man’s face stained red and covered in a light sheen of sweat. Kohaku giving madara a solid minute to catch his breath and calm down before speaking again

“Yer not done y’know” madara nodded, pulling his hand out of kohakus pants and picking himself up off the bed, watching the young boy slip off his pants and panties, finally revealing his soaked cunt to him. It looked delectable, his small dick twitching, begging for attention to be put back on it. Attention madara was more than happy to give, grabbing ahold of kohakus thighs and diving straight in, his tongue delving between dripping folds as his nose took in the strong musky sent that was kohaku. Green eyes locked on to the teens face, admiring the pleased look that over took kohakus features, small hands coming back and tangling themselves in gingery brown locks, undoing the small braids that remained.

Madara knew kohakus body better than he knew his own, knew how to flick and swirl his tongue against the young boys clit to make him sing the prettiest of notes, knew how to push his fingers between slicked folds and press against spots that made the pretty boy above him see stars. “So goood mama” kohaku praised, “just like that” madara had no intention of stopping what he was doing, his mind fully focused on making him cum. His eyes watched as kohaku peered down, his head lazily loled to the side with a look of bliss staining his face, the two of them admiring each other.

Mardara always looked pretty, it infuriated kohaku how beautiful he looked doing just about anything, his hips rocking against that pretty face between his legs, orgasm creeping up on the teen already as madara played and toyed with him, thick fingers scissoring and seemingly opening up for more as a third finger made its way in, being the last bit to push kohaku over the edge. Letting out the prettiest note of the night, kohaku came all over madaras mouth and fingers, the ginger in pure bliss just watching and taking him, helping his young partner ride out his orgasm, only pulling away from his cunt when kohaku started pushing on his head. Both parties panting as madara pulled away from his cunt and gently pulled his fingers out, admiring the slick that coated them and how kohakus cunt clenched around nothing.

Kohaku was even more tired than before, his orgasm truly taking a lot out of him. Eyelids heavy as he caught his breath, “madara…Han” his voice was breathy, quickly capturing and stealing madaras attention from his cunt. madara knew what that tone meant, the soft breathy tone with an under note of need and want. Crawling over the smaller boy and connecting their lips together, bodies gently being pressed together as kohaku tasted himself on madaras tongue, to lazy to pick up his arms and wrap them around the taller man’s neck. “You too tired to go again?” Madara asked gently, pulling away from the kiss to pepper smaller ones along the pinkettes soft face. “No, but give me a minute” kohaku replied honestly, basking in the sweet attention he was given, madaras kisses moving down to his jaw and neck. “I’ll give you all the time you need”

[emyluwinter]

Warm socks.

Yuu warns in the chat of the gang of first-year students that it will be cold at night when they gathered together to spend the night in Onboro.

In Yuu and Grimm's room, the boys took out mattresses from neighboring rooms and collected blankets and pillows. Having arranged a warm soft kingdom. Epel puts on warm socks already in the room.

- Are these socks from your grandma Epel? - Ace began to laugh, looking at how the Pomfiore student furiously removes the thin "elegant" socks he wore in his dorm.

- Yes!They are my favorites!! They're fluffy. Long and very comfortable. Not the ones that the headman ordered me to wear. - Epel proudly declared stretching his legs and showing hand-knitted socks.

- Oh, they look more like gaiters. - Yuu looks at them curiously. Grimm, on the other hand, climbed onto Epel's legs with interest. He didn't mind at all. They are already used to Grimm walking around them like a smug cat.

Grimm tried in every possible way to try the material of Epel's socks with his paw.

- Yuu's legs are softer than yours Epel. You're hard as a rock!

Everyone immediately looks at the confused Yuu.

-.....what?why are you looking at me like that?

Epel looks at her feet then looks at Yuu's feet. And very carefully pokes his little finger into their calf. Because first of all, though he is a curious Gremlin. But still well-mannered.

- DAMN IT. REALLY SOFT!! - Epel in surprise switched to his native dialect that almost no one understood him.

Ace joins in and also pokes Yuu's calves with his little finger. He is also interested in finding out whether it is true or not.

- What?! Do you have cotton wool instead of muscles?!

Everyone immediately checks how hard the muscles are on everyone's feet.

Ace is a basketball club.

Deuce and Jack - athletics club.

Epel - Magift Club

Sobek is an equestrian club.

Of course they will have tougher muscles!!!!

Yuu angrily looking at them and puffing out his cheeks - damn sportswomen....Yes. I'm soft to the touch, what's the problem?

As a result, Ace was beaten with a pillow because he tried to use Yuu's legs as his personal pillow.

There was also a "small" contest about which socks someone has.

Epel warm knitted leggings above the knee from his beloved granny. With a wide binding and plain. Yuu remembered that it is worth giving an Epel with some kind of "cool" pattern.

Ace is wearing plain socks with the logo of his favorite basketball team.

Deuce warm cheap socks with white polka dots and chickens from his mom.

Deuce wore them so often that when he took off his slippers and everyone saw this monstrous hole on his finger and heel. Yuu took out a sewing kit without further ado. And they taught Deuce how to make an inconspicuous seam on his socks.

The boys are very impressed with Yuu's "talent and experience" in fixing things. In general, any.

Ace joked about Deuce that he now has "rivals" for repairs.

Jack - warm socks made of Pyroxenes specially sewn for beastmen to regulate their temperature. I think that beastmen like Jack have a higher temperature and it is vital for them to select the right materials for clothing.

Sebek - branded socks from Thorn Valley from his mom. With a beautiful pattern of thorns. And very high-quality material. There is a couple with a funny animated dragon - a gift from Lilia.

Sebek told Yuu for 15 minutes that the Thorn Valley was also famous for its fabrics and threads.

When it's the turn to Yuu ...

well....

the boys are discouraged to put it mildly.

Warm leggings are almost above the hip. On the left leg in a wide vertical stripe like a Grimm ribbon. On the right there are several "cat tracks" on the thigh and a large imprint on the heel.

Sebek was completely confused because they are different.

- Human! Couldn't you find a pair for this??

- But there are no rules to wear the same socks. If I want different, I will wear different.

Ace, Deuce and Epel - if our headman had seen this, he would have strangled you with a look.

Of course, Ace and Epel wore different socks on purpose for the next week, counting how long their headman would notice this detail.

Yuu just prays that neither Riddle nor Vil will find out that it's their fault. They will have to lock themselves up in Onboro until old age in order to survive and not get reprimanded by these two.

Ace - you look like such a serious Prefect. But you have details even more chaotic than Floyd's..

Yuu grinned and smiled maliciously - said the one who stole the hedgehog from his dorm.

Ace is exhausted, parrying the accusation - I didn't steal it!!He got into my bag and fell asleep!!

[genshin-impacted]

learning curve // Zhongli x Reader (NSFW)

Word Count: ~1.7k

Notes: gender-neutral reader, Zhongli/Reader, established relationship, half SFW/NSFW -- lots of dirty talk, overstimulation, praise kink, voice kink, cockwarming, soft dom!Zhongli, sub!reader, mentions of switching

Summary: As your lover, Zhongli learns what makes you happy and finds out in the middle of all of it how much he enjoys being able to please you-- both romantically and sexually.

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In everything Zhongli does, he practices patience and focus. In all his years of living as an adeptus, a god, and a mortal man, he has willingly accepted his role as a student as he continues to learn and discover new things that the world has to offer. In many ways, learning is his passion, for his expansive knowledge of all things Liyue and beyond is something of value to him whether it has a function or not. 

Zhongli is a meticulous man-- thorough and precise, leaving no stone unturned in the pursuit of knowledge, and that includes learning how to best please you as your companion, and as your lover.   

You like it when he presses kisses onto your hands. He knows this because each time he does, you always hide your wobbly smile behind your other hand, laughing in embarrassment before flashing him a smile. You also like it especially when he kisses your forehead when you arrive home from commissions because all the tension in your body seems to leave the moment his lips touch your head, your hands already reaching out to hug him after a long day. 

For the walks along Liyue Harbor, he intertwines your fingers into his, clasping palm upon palm, because he knows how you adore his affection in public, a subtle demonstration that the two of you belong to each other. You love the smell of glaze lilies, the taste of violetgrass, and the look of a silk flower bouquet on the dining room table; and he loves the sound of your laugh, the brightness of your smile, and the way he can make you happy by paying attention to your preferences. When he gets a new cologne-- a mild but masculine one that was recommended by Ying’er, your hands are all over him, whether or not you’re aware of it, attracted to his scent and his presence alone. But, oh, he also adores when you are aware of it, your voice as low as a purr when you can smell his cologne, call him ‘irresistible’ and tug him into the bedroom by his tie. 

You take good care into loving him too, in the little ways-- rubbing circles into his temple when he comes back from a long day of work, brewing him tea with the scent of Qixing flowers in the early mornings. But in the bedroom, you are much like the veteran adventurer of Teyvat that you are, zealously finding out what he likes best: licking stripes up the vein on his cock, kissing at the space behind his ears, and pulling at his nipples with your teeth. He is at your mercy when you ride him, milking out his orgasms until he’s gripping his nails into your thighs (much to his embarrassment and much to your delight when he leaves noticeable marks afterward). 

Zhongli is by no means experienced (not that you were particularly either), but he makes up for the lack of experience by doing what he has done for the past millennia.

He learns. 

He is sensitive to your reactions, noting every gasp or moan he can elicit from you, and how your body responds to each of his ministrations. He adjusts how hard he presses, where to touch you, how fast to do something-- how to make you feel good because out of the many songs of beauty that have graced his ears, your voice crying out his name is by far the most melodic. You are his lover, his beloved, his dove-- surely, he need not explain that he would want nothing but the best for you, and if he can bring about your happiness, be it by gifting you with flowers or by making your back arch in pleasure, then he would surely do it.

But just when did he begin seeking out your pleasure-- your words of praise-- so voraciously? 

"Zhongli, ah!" He would hear you gasp when he finds that one spot that makes you lose your inhibitions about showing your expressions. You grasp at his arms and tell him to do it again, words of praise spilling from your mouth as he repeats his actions dutifully to bring you closer to the peak. "You feel so good," you moan. "Zhongli--!"

Making you cry out his name louder and higher until you reach your peak and fall, and he builds it back up again almost ruthlessly. The more he hears from you, the better. He's ardently pounding into you harder, faster until you're sinking into the bed, or using his tongue until you have made a mess on his face, legs shaking from overstimulation and mind unable to fathom how many times you felt waves upon waves of pleasure course through you.

He's learned what you like, what has your nails digging into his flesh and what makes you say his name until your voice grows hoarse. And he's liked how he's also learned a new side of you, for whenever you are pliant under him, at the mercy of his actions, you respond well to his voice. 

Zhongli would be a fool to not take advantage of that.

He thrusts into you and listens to you keen, calling you eager and telling you how much he's enjoying watching you fall apart. The phrases he tells you are almost elegant-- poetic, even, with the way he weaves praises into his words and describes in the finest detail how he feels about you. It's a perfect juxtaposition to when he speaks the dirtiest of things into your ears-- of how well you're taking his cock, how tight your walls are clenched over him, and oh, you like it when he talks to you like this, don't you?

"Can you come with just my voice alone, do you gather?" Zhongli asks you, his voice reverberating through you as a shiver. "You're twitching.” He observes with a hint of amusement, making you hide under the darkness of your hands in embarrassment. He chuckles, nuzzling his face into the crook of your neck. “Is that something you desire, my love?” 

When your breath hitches, he says lowly into your ears, “I’m more than willing to see it through if that is what you please, having me sheathed inside of you while you come untouched--”

Zhongli takes a sharp intake when he feels you clench over him in response, and with a grunt, he buries himself inside of you again. 

"Ah, Zhongli," you call out, tugging at his hair with a grip that has him seeing stars. "Zhongli, Zhongli--"

And his name on your lips sounds like words of praise. 

"Tell me what you want," Zhongli asks. He kisses at the juncture of your throat, knowing it to be unfair since that spot has never failed to make you breathless. "Tell me what you want, and I shall provide." He chuckles when you let out a whine, your hands clawing at his back, wordlessly begging him to continue. "It will be your reward," he says, "for being so good for me."

"Zhongli--"

“So obedient,” Zhongli continues, trailing kisses down your neck as his hand reaches up to pinch your nipple. “So shamelessly loud, so full of want for me with your legs urging me to thrust inside of you and your arms making marks on my body. Tell me, my little songbird, do you want the entirety of Liyue to know that I am yours?"

"I'm yours," you cry out, and it takes everything in Zhongli not to bottom out inside you again. "I'm yours, Zhongli; please move! Fuck me--"

You keen again when Zhongli sucks onto the skin at your collarbone, leaving a mark that's sure to turn a deep purple by tomorrow. And without further delay, Zhongli tangles his hand with yours and gives you what you want, his cock thrusting into you at the angle he knows will have you seeing stars, and it does not take long for you to rise to the peak again. 

When you fall, Zhongli catches you with a kiss, swallowing your moan and letting you roll your hips as you ride out your orgasm. He finishes soon after, with his forehead pressed against yours, his cum splattered on your stomach. 

He always murmurs soothing words as the both of you come down from your highs, pressing gentle kisses onto your cheek until he feels your arms wrap around him.

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You respond well to praise, he catalogs as you slide into the bath after him. It is truly a windfall for you to be so compatible with him in this way, for he loves to praise you as much as you love receiving them. Or is it that you simply respond well to his voice in general? 

"Will you respond like that each time we make love?" Zhongli asks afterward when the two of you bathe in the rose-scented water, and he watches you lazily play with the water. 

You turn your head to him grasping onto his thigh so you don’t float away. “Because of what?” You reply teasingly, “You’re going to have to be more specific considering the fact we did so much.”

Zhongli fights down the blush to no avail as he clears his throat at your familiar ribbing. You have always made him grapple for words, so in a way, he would be more than pleased if he were able to render you speechless on a repeated count. “On the… words of praise. You seemed quite receptive to that.”

He hears you laugh as you turn around, making waves in the water. "You really do have a way with words, huh,” you comment. “You’re very good at that.”

“That is because I always have praise for you, my love,” he teases, hearing you laugh again although albeit shyly. “If you liked that, I would not mind having a repeat performance, so to speak.”

You hum thoughtfully, sneaking your hands into the water to grasp his. “Well,” you begin, and he knows you well enough to know that there is a shine to your eyes. “Only one way to find out!”

And Zhongli continues to learn with you.

[sin-of-jess]

Nejire x male reader subtle public teasing??

This was a little tame, but lowkey this is based off something I did in real life lol

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Nejire loved playing innocent, so much I was starting to think it was a legit kink of hers. Now, whether or not this was planned during the trip or not was unbenounced to me, but I didn't mind when I got to enjoy the sexual sight of my beloved.

She had chosen a black tank top with a white logo, a matching white sweater to keep her shoulders warm from the early autumn breeze; the very wind flittering her black skirt around her supple thighs. The black and white striped thigh-high socks pulled the entire outfit together, covering her skin yet allowing everyone to see just how curvy her toned body was.

It was supposed to be an errand day, replacing the rice cooker that went out the day before. I followed her inside the store, the automatic door causing a draft that allowed my eyes access to the back of her thighs. She made a beeline for the kitchenware, I dutifully following behind as we weaved through the aisles.

"This one cost a little more, but it has a lot more settings," She rambled on to herself, my mind too busy as I tried to decide whether or not Nejire had a bra on. It was hard to tell, but the shape of her breasts in the top was more natural, just how I enjoyed them.

"Is there something wrong with my shirt?" She asks, looking down and hooking her fingers into the straps of her shirt to pull it tighter against her chest.

I audibly gulp as her soft nipples caught my eye, the moving fabric giving just enough sensation to make them noticeable. "N-no, just can't remember what that logo is," I lie.

"Oh, this?" She asks, following the design across the shirt with one of her fingers, "It's a pop band, I play them a lot when I cook." She tells me, which checks out since she seems to listen to the same group the rare moments she cooks. "Can you crouch down and look at what that one comes with? I want to compare it with this one."

I nod my head and crouch down, the appliance close enough to her that the hem of the skirt brushes my eyebrow when she turns her body to read the labels. I strain to focus on what she's saying, checking if the one in front of me had the same pieces and settings.

She moves her leg so that it's behind me, the new angle allowing me to peek at her silk thong that barely covered her mound. I let out an audible gasp and feel my ears go red, trying to ignore the slight twitch in my pants, "Nejire are you trying to tease me?"

She gives me the most innocent look as she softly smiles down at me, "Oh no, do you not like the view?" She asks as she ever so slightly lifts her skirt, exposing more of her underwear.

It feels like blood was going to spurt from my nose, "It's not th-that!" I stutter out as I look around, making sure that only I could see such a lewd view of the pro-hero. The aisle was clear, but as I turn to look again she's moving her leg back and grabbing the light pink rice cooker, "This will work great! Let's check out and then eat, okay?"

It was as if I was imagining things as she gleefully heads to checkout and leads me on. I let her pick the restaurant, Nejire having no problem getting the booth in the very back. The booth was against a wall, curtain-covered windows across from us; it almost felt like we were away from the entire dining area. We sat across from each other and once we had drinks and food Nejire gave a beaming smile at the waitress, "This is a special date, can I ask that you only come back once it's time to bring the check? Thirty minutes should be plenty of time." She tells her, the waitress surprised but agreeing nonetheless.

It was hard to enjoy my food when she spent the entire time we ate teasing me. She used her fingers to eat when she could, licking her fingers seductively as she rubbed her foot up and down my legs. As Nejire chatted with the waitress as she picked up our plates, her foot had found my cock through my pants and was rubbing up and down along it. It was awkward walking out of the restaurant with a half hard-on but by the time we walked to the store it was nearly gone. She had wrapped her arms around my bicep, pushing her chest into my arm as we walked and it made it harder to soften my erection.

I thought she had calmed down in the store, the first few minutes going smoothly as we discussed dinner plans. It was going to the back of the store to the produce section where she put everything into high gear. She kept backing into me, rubbing her ass against my crotch every time she could. My cock was hard again, my balls starting to ache from the teasing.

It was when she hiked her skirt up before leaning up and over to grab something from the top shelf that I lean in, grabbing her by the arm as I step in close, "I know you're fucking teasing me Nejire,"

"I don't kn-" She starts, but I tighten my grip.

"Don't even try, you're being a cock tease and your time is up." I glance around, making sure no one is around before I continue, "You're going to ring up what's in the basket now, and we're going home so I can fuck your brains out," I mumble into her ear.

Someone turns out of an aisle and heads our way, so we separate. Nejire is blushing madly, lust clouding her eyes as she looks up at me and nods.

I was going to make sure I paid her back for the hours of teasing, even if it left her in a mess of cum and drool. I knew it was what she wanted anyway; honestly, I shouldn't reward her, but seeing her tits bounce as we rushed to our apartment made it impossible to not fuck her until she's delirious from pleasure.

[softlystarstruck]

dancing with boys (and other curiosities)

written for the @drarrymicrofic prompt “curiousity” | E, wc 899, trans draco my beloved | thanks to @moonstruckwytch for the beta!

“I’m just– curious,” Potter says defiantly, rainbow light flickering across his glasses, the bass pumping through your heart. “I didn’t know you– that you were– that you come to places like this.” His eyes skitter across flags, rainbow striped, pink white blue.

“You can say it. Gay.” You keep your tone neutral, appropriate for the almost-acquaintanceship you’ve found with Potter now that your friend groups have started overlapping.

“I’m just curious,” he repeats, and you knock back your drink.

~

Same club, different night. His hands are on your waist, gripping tightly as though you’re the only thing keeping him afloat.

“Potter–”

“Call me Harry!” he yells into your ear, breath sweet with stolen sips of your cocktail, and you know then that you would give him anything.

“Harry, do you want to dance with someone else? Try it out, see how you like–”

He hooks his fingers through your belt loops, pulling you closer, closer, dangerously close. Tilting your head back, you try not to think about the muffled brush of his clothed cock against your hip, but you can’t ignore his low voice in your ear.

“I don’t want to try this with a stranger.”

~

Same night, different location.

Holding himself on his hands and knees above you, Harry meets your gaze, hungry. His sheets are soft against your back and you try to breathe normally, in and out. God, he looks like he could ruin you.

You’d let him.

“I want– I want–” Harry pants, his eyes darting down to the sliver of skin between your crop top and high-waisted jeans. “Draco, I want– I don’t know.”

“Do you want this?” you ask, gentle, threading a hand up into his hair. “We can do whatever you want to do.”

“I want to suck you off,” he says, and you shudder. As he starts to push your top off you catch his wrist, his fingers floating above your half-moon scars.

“Harry, I know you’re figuring things out, but I’m a man,” you tell him, and his solemn, intensely-focused gaze makes your breath stutter. “I’m– do you still want–”

“Let me suck your cock,” he murmurs, and you nod your consent as he presses an open-mouthed kiss to your throat.

~

Same location, different position.

The heat of Harry is overwhelming, his broad hands grabbing onto your hips and his head buried between your thighs. Neither of you are clothed anymore, and when you close your eyes you can still see the afterimage of his cock, long and rosy. You’re close, so close; when he laps the head of your cock at just the right angle you arch your back, orgasm ripping blindly through your limbs. You’re babbling something, and his fingers are on you now, stringing you out.

“Draco, Draco, you’re so good for me, so handsome, God–”

Harry bites down on your thigh and through your haze you see his hand wrapped around his own cock, come spilling across the sheets as he shudders. You watch him until it’s too much to bear, dropping your head back onto the pillow.

I’m just curious.

“Hi,” Harry murmurs, suddenly pressed up against your side, dropping soft kisses across your shoulder and neck that make you want to melt into the mattress and never leave. “Draco. God.”

“So did you figure it out?” you ask; your tone is too cold for the sated feeling in your bones, but you can’t help it.

“What?”

“Did you figure it out, what you were curious about?”

Harry fills your vision, his face propped up above your own. Concern twists the line of his mouth. “Draco, what?”

“You said you were trying this out,” you snap, the soft curve of his lips suddenly too much for your heart. You shrug Harry away and slide out of the bed, grabbing your pants and top off the floor. “So? Did you satisfy your curiosity?”

“Draco,” Harry says, very softly, but you don’t turn around. “Yeah, I think I can confidently say I like sleeping with men.”

Your shirt is inside out and you fumble with it, burning with the need to leave, to shove down your attraction until it’s small enough to ignore.

“I also want to take men on dates,” Harry continues, and you look around desperately for your jeans, because thinking about Harry taking a man on a date, holding hands and kissing chastely, makes you want to cry. You did this to yourself, of course, let yourself know the caress of his fingers despite knowing how this would end, but it still hurts.

It still hurts.

“Do you know how I know that?” Harry is talking louder, and you still can’t look at him. You find your jeans.

“I’m going now.”

“I know that because I want to take you on a date.”

You’re at his bedroom door when the meaning sinks in. “What?” you breathe, turning around to look at him, and he’s grinning, the bastard. “You what?”

“Go on a date with me. Go on a hundred dates with me,” he says brightly, and you fumble a hand through your hair, exhaling shakily. He reaches out to you and you move toward him as though pulled by an invisible string.

“Okay,” you say in a daze when you reach him, kneeling next to him on the bed, and he kisses both of your palms before pressing his smiling mouth up to yours.

[palaceofpassion]

That’s it jaune let Rua spend the night with you for old times sake

"Well little brother?"

"Okay... but just sleeping!"

"Of course."

The two Arc siblings shifted in bed as Rua held her younger brother in her arms with a content smile. The larger of the two finding comfort in pressing her head down upon her little brother's shaggy hair, nuzzling her nose into the soft golden nest.

As for Jaune, he was happy just to have someone to hold onto at night, his arms wrapping around his beloved elder sister as he nuzzled between her bust. Despite his situation, he found nothing sexual about it, if Rua promised that they'd be simply resting together, then he wasn't going to question it.

The two simply basked, allowing themselves to be content with one another as they rested comfortably together. It wasn't till a soft and happy hum began to fill his ears, that he started to really nod off. "G'night lil bro."

"Mmnn gnt..."

And like that he fell asleep, feeling more relaxed now than he had in a long time.

Somewhere in Mistral, there was young black haired girl with her blue eyes covered by her long bangs dressed only in a black one piece gown that went down to her thighs, and matching black and white striped thigh high socks and detached sleeves. She couldn't help but feel a strange disturbance, "What's wrong Lapis?"

The young woman turned towards one of her older twin sisters, "Something doesn't feel right... like... someone is taking my place..." Her voice surprisingly soft, yet oddly unsteady.

"Uh huh... you've been saying that an awful lot since Jaune hasnt' been here."

"It's... true... though..."

Though her sisters didn't believe her, the youngest Arc knew that someone out there was doing something to her brother that only she had the right to!

[excusemin]

hyung line reaction to s/o with a curvy body

Pairing: Seokjin x female reader, Yoongi x female reader, Hoseok x female reader, Namjoon x female reader

Rating: 18+, M(mature)

Genre: established relationship, fluff?, smut

Warnings: softish dom! hyung line, sub! reader, slightly whiny reader (bratty ones too lol), heated make outs?, daddy kink, unprotected sex (pls play it safe bro), slight overstimulation, creampie, teasing, hickeys 

Word Count: 2.6k

Summary/ Request: “Hello!👋🏼 can I request Hyung line reacting to their s/o with a curvy body, like hips and thighs. smut or fluff or both teehee 💜”

A/N: Hello, here’s another request I was able to finish. I hope you enjoy it anonnie, thank you for requesting this, it was really fun. Requests/ asks are still open, so feel free to request something :)  Huge thank you to @dontaskshhhhh​ for reading this for me before I posted it. (beta reading or whatever it’s called lol????) Also, if there’s any other warnings that need to be added, please let me know. I’ll be happy to add them for y’all. Hope y’all enjoy, any feedback would be appreciated :) 

Seokjin

It was pitch black, the only light source present came from the television right in front of you. The movie had been long forgotten. Seokjin’s plump lips were locked with yours. One small kiss had led to a heated make out. Passionate tongues fighting for dominance but you both knew who had the upper hand. 

Along with the movie, both of your clothes have been long forgotten on the floor. His large hands explored every inch of your body with fervor. They lingered longer over your freshly exposed thighs.

He’s seen you completely bare so many times but he swore every time felt like the first time. Seokjin’s cock twitched when your thick thighs pulled apart to reveal your glistening pussy. A groan left his swollen lips as his slender fingers parted your lips to reveal your sopping core. The cool air causing you to clench around nothing.

“Baby, come here. Sit on my face.” Your face flushed with more heat as you processed those words. Noticing your hesitation, Seokjin’s fingers gently tilted your chin as his eyes searched for yours. 

“Baby, do you trust me?” You nodded once you met his softened eyes. His gaze comforting you immediately.

“Just wanna make you feel good baby.” His lips brought yours into a passionate kiss as he pulled your body back with his. Large hands tracing circles on your hips. Barely pulling apart, he held your hips firmly to grind himself into your needy core. The friction easing both of you into pleasure but you needed more and he was more than glad to give in.

“Wanna taste you. C’mere baby.” He mumbled against your swollen lips as you started shifting yourself over him. Seokjin’s hands were on your hips to help guide you where he wanted you. Once your body was settled, you looked down in between your thighs to meet the lustful glint in your boyfriend’s eyes. The lust in his eyes sent a new wave of arousal down your core. 

“You’re so beautiful baby, you look so fucking good.” Seokjin took a good look around how you looked right on top of him and he felt his cock twitch. Not wanting to waste any more time, he placed his hands on your thighs and brought you closer to his mouth. Your boyfriend’s tongue immediately licked a bold stripe up your slit and groaned once he tasted your arousal. 

His hands burned into your skin as his pointed tongue traveled up and down your slit. His tongue toyed around your seeping hole in circles, greedily taking in all the arousal that slipped out of your clenching hole.

Seokjin wanted to play along for much longer but he needed you on his now throbbing cock. He looked up at you to find your eyes shut tightly with your bottom lip caught in between your teeth. Smirking, he immediately brought his honeyed tongue up to your throbbing clit and placed bold licks on bud until he heard those sounds he was craving for. Once your moans flowed freely from your mouth, Seokjin’s tongue prodded itself into you. His hands firmly against your hips, helping you ride his tongue. 

The feeling of his tongue inside of your brought you closer to your high than you both expected. Pure bliss flowed through your veins as your boyfriend moaned against your core, the vibrations pushing you to where you needed. He aided you in drawing out your high and took in all of your release. Feeling you twitch against him, Seokjin placed a gentle kiss on your mound before he pulled away.

“Feeling okay baby?” Your body molded into his as soon as he helped you lay on top of him. 

“I’m feeling good daddy.” You closed your eyes and shyly mumbled against his chest. 

“Good, cause the fun has just started.”

Yoongi

Tonight was a night to celebrate. Who wouldn’t want their anniversary to be celebrated? 

You had planned to make a small dinner at home for your beloved boyfriend but Yoongi being Yoongi, he wanted to go all out. Before he left out to work today, he had left a lavish box on top of your shared bed. When you opened the box, you discovered a beautiful cocktail dress along with a handwritten note. 

‘Wear this tonight sweetheart, can’t wait to see you in it. -Love, your genius boyfriend.’

Standing in front of the mirror, you softened out the black silky fabric that hugged every curve in your body. The black dress complimented your curvy figure quite nicely. Turns out that Yoongi had been paying attention when you tried on clothes in the fitting rooms of stores.

Too lost in how you looked, your boyfriend peered out of the restroom dressed up in a suit, struggling to adjust the tie. He froze at the sight of you standing in front of the mirror. His eyes trailed over your figure as he neared you, you looked beautiful in his eyes and he was going to make sure you felt it. His arms curled around your waist and pressed your body against his front.

“You look so fucking perfect sweetheart.” You blushed as you felt him talk lowly against your ear. He pressed his growing bulge against your round ass as he placed open mouthed kisses on your neck.

“You know, we still have enough time. I really fucking need you right now.” Arousal slipped out from your core, slowly trickling down your thick thighs. Yoongi walked backwards to the edge of the bed with your body against him. 

He bent you over the edge of the bed causing your breasts to be pressed into the mattress. His hands trailed down to the hem of your silky dress and picked it up to uncover your body. He hummed at the sight of your bare ass on display for his eyes. 

“You’re really out to kill me today sweetheart. I’d take all my time with this but I can please you all fucking night long when we come back home you little minx.” He growled in your ear as he released his hardened cock from his restricting slacks. The tip of his length rubbed deliciously against your slick pussy. You both let out sighs of relief as Yoongi’s cock entered your tight hole. Waiting for a few minutes as you adjusted around his length, Yoongi trailed his fingertips over your thick thighs and whispered sweet words against the nape of your neck.

You pushed your hips into Yoongi’s to let him know you were ready, the movement causing the tip of his cock to be snuggled in deeply into your warm walls. Placing a kiss on the nape of your neck, your boyfriend pulled his body back to take in the sight of your body underneath him. His hands settled on your curvy hips and pulled out his length slightly before thrusting his hips into you. 

You felt all of his cock deliciously thrusting in and out of you. You felt every vein and the tip of his cock as he thrusted deeply into your heat. You felt all of him, you felt full and you felt loved. 

The pulsing feeling in your core was crystal clear as you tightened around Yoongi’s cock. Groaning, he brought his torso down to your back and rested his forearms on the bed as he picked up his pace.  His hips stuttered as he neared his high but he never faltered his pace. He was entirely focused on making sure you got your pleasure first. One particular snap of his hips pushed you into a state of bliss as you released all over his throbbing cock. 

The sweet sounds that rolled out of your lips and the tightness of your walls together pushed Yoongi over the edge. His hips pressed tightly against your ass as he painted your walls white. 

Once both of your highs were slowly drawn out, Yoongi placed sweet kisses along the parts of your body he could reach up until he reached your ear.

“Happy anniversary sweetheart. I love you.”

Hoseok

Hoseok had just gotten out of the shower, he wrapped a towel around his hips as he dried off his body with another. Making his way to your shared bedroom, he was expecting you to still be sound asleep over his pillow. 

“Seokie, you’re home.” He jumped at the unexpected sound of your voice. His eyes flickering over to you and he choked when he saw your ass peer out of his shirt that you were wearing. The covers were right below your round ass. 

“Hello baby, I didn’t mean to wake you up.” His eyes looked into yours nervously as he sat down on the bed right next to you. Hoseok’s fingers moved to remove the loose strands that were covering your face and placed a small kiss on your forehead. You pressed your face closer to his pillow and you made sure you arched your back, knowing exactly that’s where his gaze was going to be. While his gaze was on your exposed ass, yours was on the tent forming against the towel wrapped around Hoseok’s waist. 

“You’re not fooling me princess. Tell me what you want.” He straddled the back of your thighs as his palms smoothly ran up and down your curves.

“I want you Seokie.” You felt his hardened cock pressed against your behind as he brought his lips closer to your ear.

“You have me princess. All of me.” The mixture of his warm breath hitting your skin and his low voice speaking right into the back of your ear, instantly ruining your panties. 

“Take your shirt off and get on all fours princess.” Once his weight was off from you, you quickly scrambled up on your knees to get the fabric off from your body and settled back exactly how he wanted you. You arched your back, your bare breasts making contact with the bed sheets as your panty clad ass perked up. The damp patch on your panties was enough for your sweet boyfriend to lose all his self restraint and ripped up your panties. Another pair of panties now long forgotten as the cool air hit your weeping core.

Thighs quivering as Hoseok’s cock slid inside of you, filling you to the hilt. His hands gently moved up and down from the arch of your back to the sides of your thick thighs to help soothe your aching core as you adjusted around him. 

You let out a small whine when you pushed your hips back only to get Hoseok’s large hands firmly holding them in place. 

“Not so quick princess. We have all night to have fun.” The tone of his voice sending a fresh wave of arousal down to your core. Hoseok relished in the fluttering of your pussy being stretched out by his cock. Finally giving in, he rolled his hips slowly into you giving you both the pleasure needed. 

His length slid in and out of you with ease. The feeling of his length in you, rubbing against your walls, satisfying your desire for him but always leaving you wanting more.

Hoseok’s pace picked up and delivered more toe curling thrusts. Each thrust making moans slip out from your mouth as you gushed around him. The feeling of your high was dangerously near.

“Hold it just a bit longer princess.” Your moans turned into whimpers as you desperately tried to push back your high. The stutter of his hips letting you know he was close. His body was now as close as can be and he delivered the last few thrusts that pushed you both over the edge. Contentment flowed throughout your veins as Hoseok filled you up with his release. 

Breaths finally into its normal state, Hoseok pulled out of you and laid your bodies against the comfort of the mattress. Tiredness in every part of your body was overruled with love when your boyfriend placed sweet kisses on your lips.

“Good night princess.”

“Night Seokie.”

Namjoon

Your anniversary dinner with Namjoon was simple yet romantic. Dinner by the shore. Everything was perfect from the delicious food to the white noise of the waves hitting the sandy shore. Everything was perfect until grey clouds covered the sun and poured droplets of water over anything that was uncovered. 

Unluckily, you both decided to walk to the restaurant since it was close and the weather seemed nice. It seemed nice.

You both rushed back home as the rain seemed to pour harder. Locked hand in hand, Namjoon’s long legs helped you get in the safety of your shared home rather quickly. 

Kicking off your soaked shoes by the front door, you both finally took in the damage the rain has done to your clothes. The drenched fabric very present on both of your bodies. Letting out a laugh at your small misfortune, your boyfriend’s eyes snapped towards you and took in the image of the damp fabric clinging on to your body. If he thought that the dress made your body look ravishing before, right now you looked utterly alluring. The droplet of water slowly dripping down your collarbone had made your usually calm and collected boyfriend snap.

His body immediately flushed against yours as he brought his lips to yours and kissed you with fervor. He guided your bodies to the couch in the living room. Every step you took, had clothes falling to the wooden floor. Without pulling away, he settled on the comfy couch and had you straddle his lap. The rest of the damp clothes on the couch would be a tomorrow problem.  

“Fucking need you baby.” Namjoon mumbled against your lips as his large hands held on to your hips as you grinded on him. The arousal from your core aiding you in easing his thick cock in you. 

Sighs of relief left your swollen lips as you settled into adjusting around his length. Namjoon’s lips were back on yours and he cupped your round ass. A moan escaped your mouth as he gave your behind a firm squeeze. Never one to miss an opportunity, he slipped his honeyed tongue past your lips and thrusted up into you. 

Your hips automatically moved to ride him in the way you both loved. Every roll of your hips was aided by his hips thrusting upwards. The tip of length nudged your cervix and it had your eyes rolling to the back of your head. The perfect fit of his length in you had you feeling so full. You felt every inch of him, every vein, snuggled deeply into you. The thought of how good he felt inside of you had you clenching around his cock. 

“You feel so good baby. I won’t last long if you keep on doing that.” You smirked as you picked up your hips, sliding almost all the way off from his cock but slammed your hips down and repeated the action in between the rolls of your hips. Namjoon let his head fall back on the couch as his hands attempted to aid you on his cock. Very eager to get him over the edge, you ignored the ache in your core and placed open mouthed kisses on his exposed neck. Leaving blooming petals on his neck until you felt satisfied. He peaked his high at one particular suck on the sweet spot on his neck. 

He filled you up to the brim and worked on steadying his breaths immediately. Once he settled in for regular breaths, his hold on your wide hips tightened and he looked into your eyes with a hungry gaze.  

“You’re in for it tonight baby.”

[mmvalentine]

Hiii, firstly I love your writing, you’re sooo good and thanks for blessing us with your fics❤️ i looooove your smuts🥵 Secondly, I want to make a request. Would you mind writing something for Rhys’s birthday, something smutty?

Thank you sweet thing, I would not mind at all! And thanks to all the prompt senders who are still waiting while I work on The Bargain, your patience is appreciated x

Birthday Regards

The gala for Rhys’ birthday every November 21st was always a lovely night, but it was always exhausting, too.

When Rhys was young, his birthday was a revel that went for three days, a large portion of which he went at least partially naked. He had been the Prince of the Nightmare Court, then, and nightmare he was.

When Rhys became High Lord and distanced himself from the Hewn City, he just took the one day for his birthday, and it was a feast in the courtyards of Velaris where he spent time with the fae in his beloved city.

Now that he was approaching 600 years old, all he really wanted to do was spend the day with his family, but it had become a tradition of late that they would open up the estate by the Sidra and host a gala dinner, that absolutely everyone was invited to and could come eat and drink from their tables.

It wasn’t that Rhys didn’t want to be there. Far from it- ever since he had returned from Under the Mountain, the Night Court fae had been so attached to him. Like children whose mother had gone unexpectedly, so they clung to him now that he was back. And he was likewise glad to be home. So opening up their house and filling it with happy fae was a great pleasure.

The occasion also served as an opportunity to strengthen bonds between the courts. Rhys had sent out invites to the High Lords and Ladies around Prythian, and while not all had accepted and weren’t ever going to, he knew it was still a gesture of good will to send the offer. After all, there were so few times when the courts gathered that did not involve crisis or bloodshed or plotting. A birthday party was so much nicer. Good for souls.

But after hours and hours of mingling, smiling, kissing cheeks and shaking hands, Rhys was tired. Mor and Cassian were dancing in the centre of the room still, and Azriel and Amren were deep in conversation with some visiting High Lords. But Rhys had lost the appetite for it all. He scanned the room, seeking out Feyre, and found her drinking wine in a shadowy corner.

“Drinking alone, Feyre darling?” Rhys asked her, stepping out from the shadows. His voice teased, but his arms slid round her waist and his nose nuzzled into the crook of her neck. Feyre leaned back against him automatically, and closed her eyes. After all these years, he still loved how easy she was around him. The only one who never shied from him.

“Just taking a moment,” Feyre murmured. “I think I’ve spoken to a thousand people tonight, and there are still faces I don’t recognise.” Rhys chuckled into her skin. “The duties of being High Lady,” he said. “One of many,” Feyre replied, and then stifled a yawn. Rhys kissed her on the cheek.

“Alright, go to bed,” he said. “But there are still so many people here,” Feyre argued. “Yes but you’re exhausted and they can entertain themselves.”

Feyre turned and looped her arms around Rhys’ neck. “Will you at least come with me?” she asked. She leaned forward and pressed a soft kiss to his mouth. Then nipped his lower lip with her teeth. Rhys circled her wrists with his hands, and supressed a shudder.

“In a bit,” he said. “Then I should stay too,” Feyre frowned. Rhys stroked his hands down her back. “I’m giving you an out darling,” he said. “Now do you want to stay and make small talk or do you want to snuggle up in bed?” Feyre hesitated. “That’s what I thought,” Rhys said. “Now get.”

Feyre kissed him once more, then stepped away. “Where’s Nyx?” she asked. Rhys shrugged. “Last I saw he was going for a romantic stroll with a young fae along the Sidra.” “What? Who?” Feyre demanded. “He’s fine now go,” Rhys shooed her. And Feyre rolled her eyes but wandered off to bed.

Rhys was able to stomach almost a full hour after that. But by that time of night, most everyone was too drunk to be paying him much attention, and he was able to slip upstairs on tired feet. He didn’t know when he had gotten too old for parties, but wondered if maybe they should start celebrating Nyx’s birthday instead of his. Let his son be up all night entertaining, twenty was almost certainly old enough.

Rhys rubbed his eyes as he trudged up the stairs, and opened the door as quietly as he could so as not to wake Feyre. He removed his jacket and shoes in the dark, and had just undone his top three buttons when a candelabra blazed to life on the bedside table. Rhys blinked in shock, and then stared.

Feyre was kneeling on their bed, completely naked, her hair unpinned and tumbling around her face and shoulders. And she was tied up all over in a red satin ribbon. Her hands were bound behind her back and a perfect bow was fastened just below her navel.

Rhys let out a slow breath as his eyes roved all over his mate, suddenly wide awake. His gaze followed the lines of the ribbon- around her neck, between her breasts, crisscrossing over her ribcage. Wrapping around her upper arms, her thighs, her ankles. Knots at her waist and wrists. That shiny, crimson bow.

“Happy birthday, Rhysie darling,” Feyre said, and her voice was honey and velvet.

“Happy birthday to me indeed,” Rhys murmured. He began a slow circuit around the sides of the bed, taking in Feyre from all angles. His fingers worked his buttons at the same time, and when he returned to the middle, he laid his shirt over the cast iron end of the bed. He ran his hands through his hair as he contemplated where to begin.

Rhys kneeled up onto the foot of the mattress, and traced one finger down the ribbon that followed Feyre’s sternum.

“Who wrapped you up so nicely for me, Feyre love?” he asked her. His hands now traced the ribbon under her breasts. Her heart beat faster, and the sound in his ears was delicious.

“The Shadowsinger sends his birthday regards,” she said, and then gasped when Rhys bent his head and put his mouth over her nipple. His fingers spread over the ribbon on her ribs.

“Pity,” Rhys said, eyeing the knots at the hollows of her shoulders. “That means they’re unbreakable then.” But the look in his eyes was anything but regretful, as a whisper of magic brought a sharp, silver blade into his hand.

Rhys hooked one finger behind the ribbon on Feyre’s breastbone and used it to pull her in and kiss her. With their eyes closed, he teased the cold edge of the knife down her stomach. At the same time, his tongue traced the edge of her bottom lip. Goosebumps rose on Feyre’s skin.

The first slice Rhys made was vertically through the length of ribbon that was tied off between her navel and breastbone. He didn’t sever it, just cut a slit down the centre of it and then swiftly followed the blade with his tongue. He waited for Feyre’s first moan, before he turned the knife and cut the satin away.

Next he turned his attention to the stripes across Feyre’s thighs. She was on her shins, with her knees apart and her feet together behind her. Rhys threaded his fingers through the wrapped ribbon, and leaned on her legs as he moved his tongue up her throat.

“Of all the presents I’ve gotten today,” Rhys said, between soft bites, “you are by far my favourite.” “Well,” Feyre said, trying to steady her breathing, “I’m just for you, mate.” He picked up the knife again. “I could unwrap you all night.” Rhys leaned back and surveyed her arms, her hands still tied behind her back. Then he began slicing through the bands up her arms, from wrist to shoulder. The silver kissed her skin over and over, Rhys moving achingly slowly as the tightness was cut away and blood flow returned to her limbs. He left her hands tied, though.

As to the ribbon wrapped around her thighs, he dispensed with the knife altogether and tore through these ties with his teeth. Scraped them sharply against her skin as he bit against each wrap, working from her knees upward, until his mouth was right up against her inner thigh and she was writhing beneath his lips to get them where she really needed them. But she couldn’t do more because her wrists and ankles were bound. And then he moved to the other knee and started again.

By the time all he got back to the top of her other thigh, Feyre was breathing heavily and her eyes were glazed with lust. The tails of the bow at her navel hung down in front of Rhys’ nose, and he took one in his teeth and tugged it every so painfully slowly. When it came apart he licked a swift, broad stroke all the way up her pussy.

Feyre’s moan shuddered through her and she lifted her hips up to him. Rhys’ hands slid up the sides of her thighs and curled around her backside as he buried his tongue in her, licked and lapped at her until she was squirming against her bindings and his name was tumbling from her lips.

A little restricted there, are you my love? Rhys asked, looking up at her without moving his mouth from her. Her head was tilted back, and he could feel the twitching in her thighs. She didn’t answer, just dug her knees into the mattress to try and get her hips closer.

Must be difficult to be all tied up, he mused. You usually have your hands in my hair by now. He sped up his tongue on her clit. Or your legs wrapped around my head.

At this last suggestion, Feyre broke, came suddenly on his lips. Rhys grinned against her, and then eased back. Removed the rest of his clothes while Feyre watched, panting on the bed. Then he guided her onto her stomach, pulled her hips back, and slid his fingers into her while he began kissing up her spine.

Feyre moaned, the side of her face pressing into the mattress since her hands were behind her back. Rhys took a hold of the knot between her wrists, and used it to hold her steady as he pushed his cock against her soaking wet entrance.

“Mmmm,” Rhys rumbled, low in his chest. The sight of her ass perked up like this for him was to die for. He held onto the ribbons, and began to thrust lazily. “You look so damn good in red, Feyre darling,” he said. Feyre turned her face into the sheets, and arched her back to get him deeper. This earned a groan from Rhys.

“You look absolutely… fucking… perfect,” he ground out, starting to pick up the pace a little. “You’re all I want, for every birthday, for the rest of my birthdays.”

Feyre looked back at him, a wicked gleam in her eye.

“Then you better work a little harder than that, old man,” she teased. Rhys spanked her across the ass. “Cruel thing,” he said. “I’m not that old.” His hips sped up nonetheless. “Prove it,” Feyre returned, and Rhys grabbed a hold of her hips and fucked her until she was screaming into the mattress.

Her climax squeezing around him brought him over the edge with her, and then they collapsed together amongst the pieces of red ribbon scattered around the bed.

Rhys reached for his knife and cut away the last few ties that bound Feyre, and then lay her back against the pillows before kissing every scarlet mark left on her pale skin. Her eyes fluttered closed and her hands stroked his hair as he did, while her limbs relaxed and her breathing deepened and slowed. When he was done, Rhys came up to rest his head on her chest, and Feyre kissed him on the forehead while he listened to her heart beat.

“Thank you for my birthday present,” Rhys whispered. “Next year,” Feyre said, “I’m tying you up.”

Rhys laughed, and kissed her skin, and breathed in the endlessly gorgeous scent of his mate.

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[little-butterfly-writes]

Hi love, i have an idea for our beloved scientist lucien from mlqc. If its okay i would like to request a oneshot about reader being so jealous that she even cry and lucien reassure her , smut lucien x mc ✨

A Jealous You

Hey darling, this was such a delicious request. I got a bit carried away because I can relate to the jealousy and insecurities.

Wordcount - 1844

Warnings - NSFW!!!, Jealousy, Insecurities, Refusal of a few meals, Unprotected vaginal sex, internal cumshot, oral sex (female receiving)

A/N - I named the other woman Hana, sorry to anyone with that name! You are MC.

I watch from behind the pillar in Lucien's lab. A woman is talking to him in his office. It looks like she works here, she's wearing a white lab coat similar to Lucien's.

I wait until she leaves before going into his office. Lucien greets me with a smile before wrapping his arms around my waist. "Hello, my little butterfly." He kisses my forehead. "Did you have fun spying on me?" He asks.

My eyes go wide at the question. Lucien chuckles softly, holding me close. "I didn't know that you saw me." I mumble, resting my head on his chest. "You can't hide from me, baby." He coos gently. "Who was that, Lulu?" I ask, looking up at him. "She's an intern that just graduated. She'll be here for a month." He answers. I sigh softly, placing my palm on his chest as he gently sways me. "Don't worry, my eyes are only on you." Lucien says.

We stay like that for a few minutes before packing up to go home. We spent the night cuddling together in our apartment.

The next morning, I woke up to an empty bed. I checked my phone to see that Lucien had to go to the lab because the intern made a small accident. I groan and get up, stumbling into the bathroom.

I look at my reflection. 'That woman has prettier hair than I do. Her body is so nice too, she's stunning,' I think to myself. My nitpicking goes on in my mind until I hear the front door open.

I go outside to the living room, wearing my comfy clothes. I can't help but think that the intern doesn't look like this, she's probably wearing nice clothes and looking pretty.

In a sour mood, I start up some tea in hopes it'll cheer me up a bit. Lucien places a bag on the kitchen island. "I brought breakfast for you." He wraps his arms around my waist. I sigh, melting into his arms. Lucien kisses my cheek.

He pauses for a moment, looking at me deeply. "Have you been crying?" He asks, voice full of concern. I shake my head 'no'. "Don't lie to me, MC, your eyes are red."

I sigh, looking back at him. "Yes, I was. I just saw a sad video about a puppy and got a bit sad." I lied. Lucien nods, kissing my cheek again before placing the pastry on a plate. I stare at the food, thinking about how that lady must not eat pastries whenever she wants. I shake my head, returning to my tea.

Another day passes, my mind filled with doubt and insecurities. I haven't eaten as much as I usually do. Lucien seems worried, but I keep telling him I'm fine. He doesn't press, but he definitely knows something's wrong.

I walk into Lucien's office, seeing the intern. Lucien walks up to me, placing a hand on the small of my back. "Hana, this is MC. MC, this is the intern I told you about." Lucien's introduction finally gives me a name.

Hana. What a beautiful name...a lot better than mine.

I force a smile. "Oh, Professor was talking about me?" Hana says, voice sweet like honey. My jaw clenches, of course it's melodious. My nose stings, prickling up to my eyes. I force myself to extend my hand, almost robotically. "Nice to meet you." I say, attempting to keep a steady voice.

We finish exchanging pleasantries, Hana leaves with a cheerful goodbye to Lucien. The second she's out, I let a quiet breath of air out. Lucien turns to me, hand still on my back. "My love, when will you tell me what's wrong?" He asks, rubbing my brow with his thumb. "I'm fine, Lucien. I promise. If anything comes up, I'll tell you." He sighs, pressing his forehead to mine. "If you say so." Lucien pecks my lips.

While walking out, the dean of the university nearby stops us. "Hey, Professor Lucien! Here's an invitation to the charity gala the school's hosting. You and your girlfriend should join us!" He slightly pleads. Lucien chuckles, holding me by my waist. "It's Saturday evening, correct? We'll be there." Lucien confirms. I nod along to his statement. 

Saturday night rolls around. Lucien bought me a new dress to wear to the gala. Donning the dress, I apply some light makeup as Lucien gets ready.

As soon as we arrive, my eyes are drawn to Hana. She's wearing a beautiful dress that hugs her body, strapless and showing off cleavage. The light lavender color matches Lucien's eyes, her makeup complimenting it. Black hair curled perfectly lands on milky skin.

I sigh, feeling simple. Unworthy to be by Lucien's side. Hana's perfect compared to me. I squeeze Lucien's hand tighter. "We'll say hello to the dean, maybe get a dessert and then we can go. Is that okay?" He says while wrapping an arm around my waist once more.

I nod, swallowing hard and moving to go see the dean. As we wait to talk to him, Hana comes up to us. Lucien's hand is now interlaced with mine. "Lucien, I'm going to get a drink. Be right back." I say, letting go of his hand. I move to grab some water, staying close with my back turned so I can listen in on them.

Everything I hear from them is mumbled. There's so many people talking near me. I focus, catching Hana's words. "Lulu, I know you have a girlfriend, but I really think we should be together. I mean, we're both scientists and work with each other...I think I'm better for you." 

My heart sinks. She's right, she is better for him. I choke back a sob, blinking tears back furiously. Lucien's voice comes up clear, "With your position, you should call me Professor Lucien. And my relationship with MC is perfect, I love her for who she is and she loves me the same way. Do not try and convince me that you are better than her." His voice is still sweet, but a lot firmer. 

I hear her sigh, clopping off in high heels. I hand the glass back to the waiter, moving towards the exit.

Lucien follows me, quick by my side. "MC, wait." He pulls me into his arms. I hide my face in his chest. "Lucien, I don't want to stay. I'm going to go home." I cry. He cradles me gently, leading me outside. "I know, baby. I'll take us home." He hushes.

The car ride home is silent. Lucien holds onto my hand as he drives while I look out the window, tears streaming quietly. 

Lucien holds me close as we walk up to my apartment. I let out a few sobs, trying to stay quiet. 

We walk in, Lucien locking the front door. "Let's go wipe your makeup off." He whispers. I nod, going into the bathroom and washing my face. When I walk out Lucien is in the bedroom. Waiting for me.

I walk closer, stopping to look at myself in the full-length mirror. Lucien comes up behind me, wrapping both arms around me. "Is this what's been upsetting you?" He asks, rubbing circles on my stomach. I let out a small yes. Lucien sighs into my hair, kissing there softly.

"I know you are jealous of her. I want you to know that you're all I want." He kisses my temple. I breathe in deep, relaxing back in his arms. "You're the only one for me, there's no one else I want to love." The whisper in my ear makes me tear up again. "But there's so many better people than me." I choke out.

"To me, you're the most gorgeous woman I know. Your heart is always accepting of anyone in need. Your intelligence is brilliant to matter what. I'm proud to call you mine." Lucien turns me around, kissing the corner of my eye. He unzips my dress, slowly. It's like he's unwrapping a fragile gift. I wrap my arms around his neck after he removes my bra. "Thank you, Lucien. I love you." I sigh. Lucien hums, grabbing my rear and squeezing lightly. 

Lucien lays me gently on the center of the bed. "I love you too, my love. My one and only." He kisses down my sternum, moving to my stomach. "My soulmate. Mine. So gorgeous, inside and out." Lucien removes my panties softly, happily staring at my core. I try to shift my legs closer, but Lucien holds my thighs apart with a tut. 

"No baby, let me love you." The words a honeyed murmur against my legs. He kisses up my thigh, ending them on my clit. Lucien goes for another, licking a long stripe against my slit. I moan when his tongue trails my labia before shoving his tongue into my sex. The wet muscle thrusts slowly, his thumb pressed on my sensitive nub. Loud cries escape my throat as he licks me up faster. I feel like withering away from the tortuous pleasure. Just as I'm about to reach my climax, Lucien pulls away. He wipes away the arousal covering his chin. I whine, wanting my orgasm he tempted me to. 

"My love even tastes sweet. What else could I need in a partner when I have you?" Dark lust swims in his eyes. I sit up and help him undress, slowly becoming impatient. Lucien lays me back down, working himself in his hand. The first inch he slides in burns slightly, but I want more. I hold onto him tight, not wanting him to leave me. He waits a minute for my tight heat to adjust to him before pulling back, only for him to push back in.

I whine, my hips bucking up for more. Lucien kisses me, fingers toying with my sensitive nipples. His thrust steadily increases speed, his groans sounding against my skin. Lucien strokes my hair away from my face. I dig my fingers in his shoulder, leaving little crescents there.

A particularly hard thrust makes me moan loudly. "Are you almost there?" He sweetly asks, moving his thumb back to my bundle of nerves with another hard thrust. As a response, I squeak, my orgasm surprising me as I clench around him. It must trigger him as well, hearing his deep grunt. We stay like that for a few minutes, panting and holding each other. The warm liquid is already leaking out of me.

Lucien pulls out, leaving the room. He comes back seconds later with a wet cloth, gently wiping sweat and mixed essence from my body. He delivers a sweet kiss as he puts some clean panties on me. Lucien goes back to the bathroom to clean himself off. I move under the covers, already feeling exhausted from tonight. 

Lucien comes back, wearing his briefs and snuggling up to me under the covers. "No matter what, I will love you forever. You are mine, and I am yours. You are the only woman for me."