#this thing is both TOO sensitive and not sensitive enough

[dmitriene]

based on the request from my inbox.

cw: size kink, reader mostly described as petite.

könig is so obsessed with the size difference between you both it's almost laughable, through you don't have time to tease him about it, not with the way he almost clings to you and uses every opportunity of your admiring words about his body to show how much bigger than you he really is, so you better hold back from talking about it at all, liebling, even if it doesn't really help.

he's acutely aware of how much bigger than any average men his body are, with his brawny chest and the pumped lines of his body filled with coiled, hard muscles, his meaty thighs, the height that helps him tower over the people easily, even through often his head knocks against the jamb of the doors, leaving occasionally growing bumps on his forehead.

but it's nothing, tiny nuances that cannot be compared with the all fulfilling excitement that courses through könig at the knowledge that he can so easily manhandle you, scoop your dainty body up and seat you on his forearm, it's not important at all what your height is, how much you weight, for him, you're small like a pretty bunny and light as a feather, made to sit in his arms with your legs swinging around, as you decorate his rugged, smug grinning face with light pecks from your pouty lips.

könig often does that silly thing of comparing, as if trying to brag, holding your palm against his, enormous, calloused and scarred, able to encompass the entirety of your diminutive, soft hands, carrying you all around like you're some kind of not independent, lap pet, sometimes cruel, too, slapping his engorged, fat cock over your sensitive, weepy pussy, cooing at the way your folds flutter beneath, making your whole body seize and shudder, twitching violently with a wet, needy whimper.

you kick your legs in his chest, whining at the boyish, bursting laughter könig let's out, nudging his leaking, bulbous tip against your clenching, gaping little hole, watching the way you tilt your hips, chasing the feel of his cockhead rubbing up and down, catching on your slick soaked, parting lips, breaching in inch by inch, leaving your throat seizing around a loud, crying keen as he plunges you full with throbbing heaviness of him, fingers fanned out along the curve of your pulling tummy, impaling you in rhythm of his rough, pummeling thrusts.

könig is absolutely impossible to endure, he can't behave, not with how absolutely struck he is by you, by how adorable you are, sweet like a hilfloses, kleines tier, and even through it's sounds not as attractive he hoped to, his words still make your chest tighten, all fluttering inside, so you forgive his sneaking, mapping hands all around your curves, digging in your hips, kneading at your perky ass, tucking you beneath his heavy, draping hand.

you're neither can expect him to act properly when your parents invite you for a dinner in their house, dying to meet your boyfriend, not knowing that this seemingly charming, polite man with brightest, innocent cerulean eyes would take you apart in your childhood bedroom, he's been utterly respectful during the dinner, until you decided to show him upstairs, which led to your cunt being split open by his pounding cock.

each strained, blabbering mewl and gasp silenced by the pillows you burrow in, könig's gravelly voice whispering salacious, cooing praises, he's just so smitten for you, and you can't complain, not when he fucks all your protests out of your mind, enough so you'll be just a pliant, petite thing in his arms.

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[if-loves]

because you're everything (i have left)

// Phainon

sum: Is it so wrong that Phainon is everything you know?

wc: 1001

warnings: 3.0 story quest spoilers, amphoreus inaccuracies, ooc phainon, written before phainon release, implied (??) yan phainon, reader is a hot mess tbh

a/n: help i tried to make him yan but this just devolved into codependent relationship 

likes & reblogs appreciated :)

Phainon has known you his whole life. You have both seen each other in your most vulnerable of times, as children who had yet to understand the cruelties of the world, and as adults who have suffered the cruelties of the world. Through it all, you and Phainon held onto each other, mumbling promises of never leaving each other.

That was when Aedes Elysiae first fell to the savage flames, and the two of you were the only ones who managed to escape.

Years have passed since then, but the sight still lives in your mind, a vivid image that only seems to refresh and worsen the pain and guilt in your heart. Could you have done something and saved at least one more person? Was the way you were acting at the moment too selfish? Had you been a little stronger, a little smarter, would your home still be standing? 

You know enough about Phainon to know that for all his act as a playful young man, he harbours a grief and rage so deep in his soul even you don't know if you'd be able to coax it out of him. It's true he'd do many things for you, yes, but asking him to open up may be a boundary even if you can't cross.

But you'd do anything to keep Phainon happy, because you know he would do the same for you - because you're all each other has to remind you of home. Because you're all each other has left.

Upon finding asylum in Okhema, Phainon decided to leave his original name behind with the ruins of Aedes Elysiae and start somewhat anew in the Holy City. He had even told you to forget the name you've known him by all your life in favour of this new one, yet asked you sweetly to keep yours.

Sometimes you wonder if, had it not been for the destruction that rained upon your village that day, you and Phainon would be as close as you were today. Would you have shared all these intimate moments, like kissing and cuddling and all that naturally followed after, if everything was still as you had known. Would he have looked at you with the same disarming smile he always does when he comes back from another mission, or would he have slowly left you, like watching a boat be carried away by the sea's currents. 

You try not to let yourself be consumed by these thoughts. Phainon wouldn't be happy to know you doubt his love for you, and you'd hate to make him sad. He works so hard to keep you safe and happy, so the least you could do was make him happy when he was home. 

You'd do anything to make him happy. Even if it meant isolating yourself in the four walls of this home, even if it meant reducing yourself to nothing more than the one he'd come home to, even if it meant sacrificing your happiness for his, because this is what love is, isn't it? 

Phainon tells you he loves you often, while holding your face gently in his calloused hands. There's an emotion in his eyes you can't quite decipher, but it reminds you of a feeling you're very familiar with - guilt. You wonder why he feels that way, and why it only appears when he looks at you. What emotions does he harbour inside that lonely head of his?

You think it's hard to imagine Phainon wanting to hurt people. He's always been a kind person, even as a child and especially as an adult. He's always wanted the best for everyone, and he's never done anything to make you feel otherwise, so it's no surprise that when he tells you to never leave the house without him, and to never answer any knocks on the doors or windows, and to never open the curtains and windows, you listened. As a Chrysos Heir, he must be privy to some sensitive information, and as your lover, he must only wish to protect you. Phainon would never do anything to hurt you.

Despite your unwavering faith in him, you find it especially difficult to control your thoughts on particularly lonely days like these. He told you that he may be gone for awhile for some business to do with being a Chrysos Heir, and left you with a chase kiss on your lips before he was locking the door on his way out. How long would he be gone this time? 

Without him around, the disease named fear starts its infection and spreads throughout your soul. You're well aware of its tell tale signs, and you have yet to find a remedy for it that isn't Phainon's presence. It starts slowly, taking its time to seep into the crevices of your soul, before it comes crashing down on you and all of a sudden you're drowning.

Is Phainon taking care of you because you're all that's left of Aedes Elysiae? Do you deserve everything that Phainon has given you? Was your life worth the deaths of all those villagers? Phainon is a Chrysos Heir, greatness is written in his script since the moment he was born. What were you?

It's okay, though. Because when Phainon walks through the door, all your doubts disappear in an instant. He engulfs you warmly, pressing a gentle kiss to the top of your head, and everything feels right even if only for a moment.

But sometimes even his presence isn't enough to dispel some of your doubts. Does Phainon truly love you for you, or does he love you for what you remind him of? Of a bygone past that only exists in your memories, that smells of ash and sounds of screams, that the both of you can't let go of, even as it threatens the destruction of you and him? 

But it's okay if it’s Phainon, you think. Because you love him. Because he's all you have left.

[gospelicas]

best friends satoru and suguru who think they're fucking you behind each other's back, but really you just can't get enough of either of them!

movie nights with the both of them when you slip into the kitchen to refill your drink and satoru follows close behind, watching from the kitchen as suguru sits engrossed in the film. satoru stands behind you, pressing against your ass until your front is nearly bent over the countertop. he whispers filthy things in your ear about how wet you are as he stuffs his fingers down your panties and swipes them through your drooling folds.

"does letting me finger fuck you with poor sugu just over there turn you on, hm?" he asks as he pushes his fingers into your wet cunt, practically in awe at just how turned on you are. "all of this for me, baby?"

you can't blame him for being oblivious, though! he was really focused on getting the snacks ready for the movie that he didn't notice you and suguru slip away to fuck in the next room! he just thought those pornographic moans from earlier were on the tv...

so when he slips your shorts down and promises he'll be quick and suguru definitely won't notice you getting fucked a few feet away, he's clueless to the fact that as he pushes his cock into you, he's plunging his best friends cum right back into your womb :((

and he fucks you so full that your legs are shaking by the time you're crawling back onto the couch and settling in between your boys. you're so tired that you could just drift off to sleep... but where's the fun in that! the blanket draped over the three of you is thick enough that neither of them notice your hands moving to their respective laps until you're slipping under their elastic waistbands and stroking their cocks in pretty unison

and they're both so sensitive, having came deep inside of you not too long ago. both biting their tongues not to moan and alert the other as your thumb swipes over their drooling tips and coating their rock hard lengths in sticky precum :(( they're both such messes, so focused on jerking upwards into your tight fists that they don't notice their best friend doing the exact same!

and when they cum they both cum loud. pretty moans synchronised with each other as you time their orgasms to match. they spill over your hands in beautiful concordance... sticky and hot and enough to leave the both of them breathless.

you get up to go and wash your hands and leave the two to explain their flushed faces to each other... :(

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[starredblood]

NOWHERE GIRL

PART TWO

kang sae-byeok x fem!reader

synopsis: time is ticking but sae-byeok seems to grow more irritated by your existence meanwhile you come face to face with the secret you’ve been holding onto.

wc. 1.9k

warnings: hints of homophobia | authors note: thanks for the love on part one! enjoy part two and let me know if you want to be added onto my taglist.

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You decided to get ready early in the morning to stay in your school campus for the entire day just to avoid staying at Ji-yeong and Sae-byeok’s apartment. Your new plan was just to stay here to sleep so wouldn’t bother them as much. Especially, Sae-byeok.

Because there was only so much you could pack in your duffle bag, you only brought your laptop, portfolio tote and your small portable supply container.

Before you head out, you go on your phone to find your new route to school for the week. And because you were concentrating, you failed to hear someone come out their room and walk towards you.

“Hey.” Sae-byeok hisses.

You shot your head up wondering why she’s up so early. Sae-byeok must also start her days early seeing as she has on her utility jacket, a pair of baggy jeans, and her unruly hair was more styled. The apartment was dimly lit so you can’t make out her expression, but you can only assume she isn’t happy about something you did.

“Why did you give Cheol your crayons?”

You blink. “You mean oil pastels?”

“Yes.” she grimaces. “I don’t know you so I don’t want you to be giving him things. Especially not without my permission.”

“They’re my old sets so I thought it would be better to give it to him than to throw them away.”

“We don’t need your charity case. Don’t give him any more of your shit.”

A frown starts to form on your lips. It’s bad enough you can’t go home anymore, now you have to deal with this.

You can feel your blood begin to boil watching Sae-byeok head to the front door, so you follow her out.

“They’re just oil pastels I don’t see why this has to be such a big deal?” you say to her, your voice louder now that you’re out of the apartment. Sae-byeok isn’t moved by your words. “Your brother looked so happy when I told him he could keep them—I wasn’t planning on giving him anything more.”

The morning breeze hits your red cheeks, cooling them. You following her like a baby duckling was not how you wanted to start your morning when you had a long day ahead.

Once you’re both out on the streets, Sae-byeok stops walking and spins around to face you. She took one step closer and you take a step back.

“Good.” Sae-byeok says.

“Good?”

Sae-byeok doesn’t like naive people. She doesn’t know you but from what she could guess: you’re just a spoiled daughter who threw a tantrum and ran away to prove a point. Once it all blows over, you have a support system to bounce back on. You can go back to focusing solely on your studies and later make a name for yourself—everything she can’t do no matter how many hours in the days she works or how many people she pickpockets.

“Yes. Good.” she repeats mockingly. “I don’t want him to get too attached to you being here—he’s a sensitive kid. So, just keep to yourself and focus on how you’re going to find a new place to stay in less than a week. Got it?”

You didn’t think the words of someone you met three days ago would affect you so much. But here you are, frozen in place, ashamed of yourself. However, in the back of your mind, you couldn’t help but think about the shift in accents when she spoke.

⊹ ✿・・───・・✦・・───・・✿

You were the first person in the art studio—about an hour or so early. With all your deadlines quickly approaching you saw the silver lining in arriving to your university early because you can catch up with all your work. Right now you were working on an art piece due next week, not realizing that class was soon starting and your friends began arriving.

“Hey.” one of them greets you.

You look down from your piece and smile at, Park Yoon. She was the first person you contacted when you got kicked out of your parent’s house, you lived in her dormitory for only a week before you got caught. Although you wouldn’t consider Yoon a close friend seeing as she has a huge friend group, she was a reliant one.

“How are you, um, holding up?” she asks quietly to not catch the attention of the other students who began arriving.

“Not bad. I’m staying at an old school friends apartment for the time being.” you tell her, wiping your hands with a moist cloth.

Yoon nods looking at the ground in contemplation. “How long?”

“A week—well technically until Friday so five days.”

Something about her behavior seems off to you. Usually, she is pretty chipper ready to talk someone’s ears off. But today she is quieter, talking in less verbiage. Yoon shoots a glance around the classroom, surveying the vicinity to make sure no one is watching.

“There were rumors flying around about the real reason you ran away.”

You snort and fall back down on your seat to meet her at eye level. “Rumors? Aren’t we too old to be starting rumors?”

Yoon frowns and scoots a little back. “You know what it is…right?”

You stare at the floor, expressionless.

“They aren’t true, right?” Yoon asks cautiously. You threw her a look and the girl’s lips part to gasp or say something—you aren’t sure but it wasn’t a good reaction. Your heart rate begins to increase as you turn to face your canvas.

It’s all over now, you think. If Yoon has figured it out so will the rest of your peers and your social life is beyond the grave now.

Not even a minute later, Yoon stands up and sits on the other side of the room when she saw her friends enter. You start to become paranoid, wondering if she’ll immediately begin to gossip.

Throughout the duration of class you couldn’t help but get lost in your thoughts. The anticipation of everyone finding out about you was swallowing you whole. You are starting to wish that time moves slower so you wouldn’t have to leave class.

It didn’t help that Yoon and her friends kept stealing looks at your direction. You tried to avoid making eye contact but you would find that hard to do.

Rubbing the sweat from your palms, you pick up your brush and use this rush of panic as a way to speed up the process of your art work.

“Don’t forget about the deadline coming up!” your professor says five octaves higher while the class starts packing their things. “The students with the top three highest grades will get their work displayed at Hangaram Art Museum for the entirety of the summer!”

Your professors words were in the back of your mind as you frantically tried to pack your things to avoid Yoon and her group. It wasn’t until you heard a ‘Psst’ coming behind you that you snap out of your trance.

“Hey,” whispers a peer of yours. You never spoken to him, but the toothy inviting grin he is sending you is enough for you to know that he isn’t harmful. “I just wanted to tell you not to let those girls get into your head. I know how you feel—if you know what I mean.”

You send him a quizzical look. “Thanks?” So, they did gossip and everyone in this class knows. You might just throw up.

“Just keep your chin up and don’t let them see you in a moment of weakness and you’ll be alright.” he sends you a thumbs up as he walks away. You force a smile that goes away in a blink of an eye and sink into your seat.

What have you done? Why did you trust Yoon so much? You feel like such an idiot.

⊹ ✿・・───・・✦・・───・・✿

It was almost nearing midnight, Ji-yeong and Sae-byeok were in the living room. After a long day of working, Sae-byeok was trying to rest before doing it all over again tomorrow by watching mindless television until her roommate disrupts her to start pacing back and forth in front of her. Sae-byeok knew what she was getting worked up about. Ji-yeong clearly began to notice your lack of presence today.

“Where could she be this late? I’m sure libraries are closed by now…” she trails off, rubbing her chin in deep thought.

Sae-byeok’s mind goes back to earlier this morning. Your brief exchanges could’ve caused her to avoid coming to the apartment but your duffle bag is still here. You’d have to come back eventually.

“Sae-byeok, what did you do?”

Sae-byeok’s eyebrows knit in confusion. “Me?”

“I saw that look you just did. You look guilty. What did you do?”

“Nothing.” she responds coolly.

Ji-yeong purposely blocks the television screen and crosses her arms. “I’m not moving until you tell me the truth.”

“I don’t remember it was early in the morning.”

“Is it because she gave Cheol her crayons?”

Sae-byeok narrows her eyes. “How did you—?”

“He wouldn’t stop talking to me about it when I picked him up from school.” Ji-yeong rolls her eyes. “So, it is because of that? You got mad at her because of crayons, Sae-byeok, really?”

“It’s not just about the crayons.” she snips, sitting up straight from the couch. “Do you even know her personally? When was the last time you two actually talked before this?”

Ji-yeong doesn’t say anything.

“Thought so.” she scoffs. “I don’t trust her. Especially since you don’t want to tell me why she ran away in the first place.”

Ji-yeong purses her lips to digest her words. She shuffles to let Sae-byeok watch television again and sank next to her in the couch.

“I think she’s nice.” she grumbles like a child. Sae-byeok sends her a glare.

“You think, you don’t know.”

Ji-yeong shrugs. “I have no reason to think she’s a bad person.”

“People can change overnight. I’ve seen it happen and I’ve seen the consequences of being too trusting.”

Ji-yeon goes silent again. “No. This is something different—“

“Well, if you can just tell me why she’s even here in the first place then maybe I—“

“I can’t.”

“Then I don’t see the point in discussing this.” Sae-byeok sighs. She gets up from the comfort of the couch and stretches before grabbing her coat by the front door.

“Where are you going?” Ji-yeong frowns.

“To clear my head. I won’t be long.”

Ji-yeong doesn’t push any further, knowing this is something Sae-byeok occasionally does when her thoughts start to become too much. Maybe Ji-yeong went a little too far trying to defend your character because Sae-byeok rarely ever backs down from an argument so she really tested her limits.

Of course with Sae-byeok’s luck, she stumbles upon you sitting on the staircase, doodling something on your sketchbook underneath the fluorescent lights of the building.

Sae-byeok stares at your back trying to figure out if she should sneak back inside or talk to you. Maybe this is her chance to figure out what you’re really up to and prove Ji-yeong wrong.

“Why aren’t you inside?” she asks you after hesitating. You don’t response, you just throw her a glance before going back to drawing. Sae-byeok feels like this is some sort of payback for earlier.

Sae-byeok thought she was good at reading people’s body language and automatically pinpoint who they are and what their intentions are. It was something she had to learn to do in order to survive. But you are becoming an outlier.

“Ji-yeong is worried.”

“Well, just tell her I’m here.” you speak up. “I’ll be inside later. I just want to stop by a convenience store to get something to eat.”

“We have food inside.”

You turn to make eye contact with her again. For a brief moment, no words were spoken even as tension was rising.

“You got mad at me over oil pastels. Why would I go around touching your food?” you ask softly.

And for the first time, Sae-byeok is taken aback by you. There is another evanescent period of silence.

“Fine.” she says and starts walking down the staircase and further away from the building only to turn around to call out your name. You poke your head out from your sketchbook, raising an eyebrow at her. “Are you coming or what?”

You survey her figure blankly. With every interaction you have with Sae-byeok, she just keeps confusing you further. It feels like you are playing mental game of chess with her and you aren’t sure how to feel about that. You’re already overwhelmed with what happened today at school, you shouldn’t add someone like Sae-byeok to the mix.

Sae-byeok dug her hands deep inside the pockets of her jacket and taps her foot on the pavement, waiting for you impatiently. You sigh in defeat and close your sketchbook.

Just five more days and this’ll all just be a blurry memory, you think to yourself.

🏷️: @monroesturnns

[rikabluejay]

MDNI!!!!!!!

✎Passion

Pairing: idol!Jungwon x Fem reader | one-shot

Rating: Mature

Warnings: smut, p in v, unprotected sex(WRAP IT UP), teasing(if you squint), rough sex, overstimulation, established relationship, fingering, blowjob, squirting. Let me know if I missed anything

Word Count: 3.5K

A/N: written on barely any sleep saur enjoy😮‍💨 req/asks are open so feel free to drop them. (Not proofread)

Summary✨

Y/N’s housemates were throwing a party, and invited Enhypen to join the fun. Throughout the night, Y/N exudes confidence, dancing and enjoying herself in a way that keeps catching Jungwon’s attention. Struggling to keep his composure as her allure proves too much, he finally gives in to his desire. They sneak away from the party, letting their passion take over and sharing an intimate moment that neither of them can resist.

Loud music blasted through the house, vibrating the walls as Jungwon’s desire for you burned hotter than ever. He couldn’t keep it hidden any longer, especially after watching you lose yourself to the beat, the way you moved so freely and enjoyed the rhythm—it made his blood rush.

Without a word, he grabbed your hand and led you away from the others, pulling you into the privacy of your bedroom. The door clicked shut behind you both, and he wasted no time, trapping you between the wall and his body. His breath was ragged, eyes dark with longing as he looked down at you, barely holding back.

“Can I?” His voice was soft, almost a whisper, but thick with need.

Your heart raced. You’ve been trying to keep it together, trying to control the way your body has been reacting to him all night. The heat in his gaze, the way his hands gripped yours—he was just too much. You barely managed a subtle nod, your breath hitching, and that was all it took.

He surged forward, capturing your lips in a kiss that was desperate and full of hunger. It wasn’t soft—it was as if you both has been starved for this moment. His lips parted and deepened the kiss, hands tracing every curve of your body as he pulled your flesh against him, your bodies grinding in an unspoken rhythm.

Jungwon was already tugging at the fabric of your dress, bunching it up around your waist, his hands sliding over the soft skin of your thighs. He could feel the heat radiating off you, the anticipation between them thick in the air. His tie was the first to go, undone with a single flick of his wrist. The room felt like it was suffocating, but neither of you cared.

He pushed you onto the bed with a force that made you gasp. His eyes burned with desire as he hovered over you, his body caging you in, a contrast to the slow, tender kisses he traced down your neck. He nipped at the sensitive skin just below your ear, feeling the shiver that ran through you as he continued his path downward, kissing his way to the delicate curve of your collarbone.

“You’re so beautiful,” he whispered between kisses, his hands roaming as he explored every inch of you, touching you as if you were the only thing in the world that mattered. He couldn’t get enough of you—your skin, the soft sounds you made, the way you melted against him.

Your breath hitched as his hands slid up your body, tracing the fabric of her dress, eager to feel the bare skin beneath. Your hands found his shirt, tugging it out of his pants, desperate to feel him too. He groaned, breaking the kiss to lean back and pull the shirt off, his toned chest exposed to you as he hovered above you, breathing heavily. You could see the raw want in his eyes, and it made your stomach flip with excitement.

The air was thick with need, your bodies so close but still so much distance to cover. He didn’t waste time—his hands slid down to your waist, gripping you tightly before tugging you closer, his lips finding yours again, this time even more frantic, as if he couldn’t hold back anymore.

Jungwon’s lips hovered above yours, breath warm and heavy as his fingers slid lower, finding the sensitive part of you that made you gasp against his mouth. He kissed you deeply, swallowing every soft sound you made as his fingers moved with precision, his touch skilled and deliberate. He slowly slipped one finger in—scissoring you open, then he added another. He was relentless, every thrust and every rub calculated to push you closer to the edge.

“You’re all I can think about,” he murmured against your lips, his voice low and sultry, sending a shiver down your spine. “I’ll take care of you, my love.”

Your body arched against him, your fingers gripping his shoulders tightly as the pleasure built inside you, coiling tighter and tighter until you were barely able to breathe. “Jungwon—please,” you whimpered, your voice trembling, barely able to form the words.

He didn’t let up. His fingers moved faster, the pad of his thumb circling your clit perfectly as he leaned down to kiss along your jawline, his hot breath teasing your skin. His other hand found its way to your waist, holding you steady as you squirmed under his touch, lost in the overwhelming sensation.

“You’re so close, aren’t you? Let go for me, pretty girl,” he coaxed, his voice soothing but filled with intensity. “That’s it—come on, I’ve got you.”

Your body tensed as the familiar tightness in your stomach snapped. A moan tore from your lips, your head falling back against the pillows as you gave in, your entire body trembling as wave after wave of pleasure washed over you. Jungwon’s lips found your forehead, then your cheeks, peppering you with gentle kisses as his fingers slowed to help you ride it out.

“Good girl—my good girl,” he whispered, his voice full of pride and affection. His free hand brushed your hair away from your damp forehead as he gazed down at you, his dark eyes softening for a moment.

You barely had time to catch your breath before he leaned closer, his lips grazing the shell of your ear. “One more,” he said, his voice rough and hungry. “Give me one more, princess. You can, right? My pretty girl?”

Your breath hitched, your body already sensitive, but the way he spoke—the raw desire in his tone—made you nod weakly. “Y-Yes,” you managed to say, your voice trembling but eager to please him.

Jungwon’s fingers returned, teasing and thrusting with a confidence that left you reeling. His lips trailed down your neck, leaving open-mouthed kisses against your flushed skin, occasionally nipping at your collarbone to draw out more of those sweet sounds he loved so much.

“You’re so perfect like this,” he murmured, his lips brushing against the curve of your shoulder. “I could do this all night—make you feel like this again and again.”

Your hands clawed at the sheets, overwhelmed by the intensity. Your body trembled beneath him, every nerve alight as he pushed you higher and higher. Tears prickled at the corners of your eyes as you felt yourself nearing the edge again, the combination of his fingers, his words, and the kisses he trailed across your skin sending you spiraling.

“Jungwon—I can’t,” you whimpered, though your body betrayed you, rolling your hips into his hand.

“Yes, you can,” he assured you, his tone soft but commanding. “Just let go, baby. I’ve got you.”

And then you shattered again, your body trembling as the pleasure ripped through you, leaving you breathless and completely undone. Jungwon didn’t stop until you had ridden out every wave, his fingers slowing before slipping away.

He hovered above you, his lips pressing against yours in a tender kiss. “You’re incredible,” he whispered, brushing your hair back as he gazed at you with a mixture of awe and affection. “My beautiful, perfect girl.”

As your breathing steadied, you opened your eyes to find Jungwon watching you with a mix of adoration and heat. His chest rose and fell rapidly, his lips slightly parted as he tried to catch his breath. You placed a gentle kiss on his lips before shifting to straddle him.

“Let me take care of you now,” you whispered, your voice low and breathy, your fingers brushing through his damp hair.

Jungwon blinked, his gaze locked onto yours as your words registered. When you leaned closer, brushing your lips against the shell of his ear, you added softly, “Please—may I?”

A quiet groan escaped his throat, and he gave a slight nod, unable to form the words. The sight of you, flushed and radiant, made his pulse race, and he already knew he was helpless to deny you.

You trailed kisses down his neck, your lips soft and teasing. You took your time, your fingers grazing his warm skin, and Jungwon let his head fall back against the pillows, his Adam’s apple bobbing as he swallowed hard.

When you shifted lower, undoing his belt and sliding his pants down, your fingertips brushed against him lightly, making him shudder. A wicked smile played on your lips as you wrapped your hand around him, moving in slow, deliberate strokes that had him biting his lip to hold back a groan.

But you weren’t in the mood to tease for too long. You leaned down, your lips barely brushing against his tip as you gave a soft, experimental lick, drawing a sharp inhale from him. You glanced up through your lashes, your expression equal parts playful and seductive, and saw the way his jaw tightened in response.

You took him deeper, your warm tongue gliding along his length as you wrapped your lips around him. The heat and wetness of your mouth had him gripping the sheets, his knuckles turning white as he let out a low, guttural moan. You set a slow rhythm, pulling him in and releasing him, your lips and tongue working together to drive him insane.

Jungwon’s composure began to crack almost immediately. His hand instinctively found its way to your hair, fingers tangling in the strands as he struggled to keep himself from bucking his hips. “Y/N,” he rasped, his voice strained. “You’re—God, you’re killing me.”

You hummed around him in response, the vibrations making his breath hitch. You went deeper, taking him until he hit the back of your throat, and instead of pulling away, you stayed there, breathing steadily through your nose. Jungwon’s head fell back, his eyes rolling shut as a curse slipped past his lips.

When you finally pulled back, your lips glistening and swollen, he looked down at you with dazed eyes, his chest heaving. But you weren’t done. You kissed along his length before taking him in again, moving faster this time, your hand stroking what your mouth couldn’t reach.

Jungwon’s control was slipping with every passing second. “Y/N—baby—” he groaned, his hips jerking slightly despite his best efforts to stay still. His hand tightened in your hair, not to force you, but simply because he needed something to hold onto.

You glanced up again, your eyes meeting his, and the sight of you—your flushed cheeks, your determination, the sheer care you poured into every movement—was enough to make him lose his mind.

“You’re perfect,” he murmured, his voice shaky and hoarse. “So perfect.”

You didn’t let up, your pace unrelenting as you pushed him closer and closer to the edge. Every sound he made, every gasp and groan, only fueled your determination to give him the same pleasure he had given you.

When his breathing grew ragged and his thighs began to tremble, you knew he was close. You quickened your pace, hollowing your cheeks and adding just a bit more pressure, and it wasn’t long before he tensed beneath you, his body trembling as he spilled his hot cum into your mouth with a broken moan.

You stayed with him through it, your movements gentle as he rode out his high, and when you finally pulled away, you pressed a kiss to his hip before looking up at him with a soft smile.

Jungwon was completely wrecked, his chest rising and falling as he tried to catch his breath. He reached for you, pulling you up to him and wrapping his arms around you tightly.

“I don’t deserve you,” he whispered, his voice still shaky but filled with adoration. He kissed you softly, murmuring against your lips, “But I’ll spend every moment trying to.”

Jungwon shifted you both effortlessly, flipping you back onto the bed as he settled between your thighs. His gaze burned into yours, a mix of hunger and tenderness, as he positioned himself. Slowly, carefully, he inched into you, groaning softly at the overwhelming heat and tightness that welcomed him. Your breath hitched, your nails digging lightly into his forearms as your body adjusted to the stretch.

Your brows furrowed slightly, but the faint discomfort was quickly overshadowed by the sheer desire coursing through you. “Move,” you whispered, your voice trembling but insistent. “Don’t make me wait, Jungwon.” He chuckled lowly, his lips brushing against your ear as he whispered, “Impatient, aren’t we?” Still, he didn’t need to be told twice. Jungwon began to move, his hips snapping forward in slow, deliberate strokes, each one calculated to drive you closer to the edge.

The pace didn’t stay slow for long. Your soft gasps and the way your body arched to meet his every thrust had him losing any semblance of restraint. He picked up speed, his movements precise but filled with raw need, each one drawing the most intoxicating sounds from your lips.

Your mind was slipping, your thoughts turning into a hazy blur of sensation. Every nerve in your body felt alive, and it didn’t take long before your nails raked down his back, leaving faint red trails as you held onto him like he was your anchor.

But Jungwon wasn’t just focused on the physical—he wanted to hear you, to feel you give yourself completely to him. “Say it,” he murmured, his voice low and commanding. “Only for me, right baby?”

Your head tilted back, lips parting as you nodded dumbly, unable to form words. But that wasn’t enough for him. He slowed his pace slightly, angling his hips just right to elicit a sharp cry from you. “Say it. I need to hear you, princess.”

“Only for you,” you managed to gasp, your voice trembling but full of sincerity.

The words were like fuel to the fire inside him. “That’s my girl,” he praised, leaning down to kiss you deeply, his movements resuming with renewed fervor. “My good girl.”

But Jungwon wasn’t done. He pulled out suddenly, leaving you breathless and confused for a moment before flipping you onto all fours. His hands gripped your hips firmly, pulling you back toward him as he reentered you in one swift motion.

The new angle was devastating, and you couldn’t hold back the cry that tore from your throat as he began to move again, this time relentless and unyielding. Each thrust was deep and purposeful, hitting all the right spots with maddening precision. Your arms trembled, and you buried your face into the sheets, completely overwhelmed by the pleasure coursing through you.

Jungwon wasn’t just thrusting—he was conquering, claiming every inch of you with a determination that left you utterly undone. He leaned forward, his chest brushing against your back as he whispered into your ear, his breath warm against your skin. “You’re mine, Y/N. Always mine.”

Your only response was a string of broken moans, your body shuddering with every thrust. Stars danced behind your eyelids, the sensations so intense that you could barely process them.

Jungwon felt you tightening around him, and he smirked, his ego swelling at how easily he could bring you to the edge. “You’re close, aren’t you?” he murmured, his voice dripping with satisfaction. “Go ahead, baby. Let go for me.” His hand slid down your body, his fingers finding your clit once more, circling it in perfect rhythm with his thrusts. The sensation was overwhelming, you could feel yourself unraveling under his touch.

His words, combined with the relentless rhythm of his hips and fingers, sent you spiraling. You cried out his name as the tension inside you snapped, waves of pleasure crashing over you in an earth-shattering climax. Jungwon helped you ride it out, his movements slowing just enough to draw every last ounce of your release.

But he wasn’t finished yet. With a teasing grin, he leaned down and kissed your shoulder. “Think you can give me one more, princess?” he asked, his voice gentle but filled with promise.

You could only nod weakly, trusting him to lead you through whatever came next. Jungwon kept his relentless pace, his hips snapping against yours with calculated precision. Your moans grew louder, your voice trembling with each thrust as you clung to the sheets beneath you. His name spilled from your lips like a prayer, each cry more desperate than the last. You were so close—he could feel it in the way your body tightened around him, your legs trembling with anticipation.

But this time, something felt different.

A strange, unfamiliar sensation began to build deep within you, a pressure that felt almost overwhelming. Your brows furrowed, panic slipping into your voice as she gasped, “Jungwon, wait—I think I’m gonna—”

He slowed just slightly, leaning down to press a soothing kiss to your shoulder, his voice low and coaxing. “I know, baby,” he murmured, his tone soft but unwavering. “You’re right where I want you. Just trust me, okay? Let go for me.”

Your breath hitched, your body trembling as you tried to resist the overwhelming pressure. “I-I can’t... I think I’ll—”

Jungwon cut you off with another firm thrust, hitting that spot deep inside you that made you cry out. His hands gripped your hips tighter, steadying you as he murmured against your ear, “You won’t. You’re fine, princess. Just trust me. Let go.”

The reassurance in his voice, the safety you felt in his arms—it was enough. You surrendered to the sensation, letting the tension inside of you snap as a wave of intense release overtook you.

This time, it was different. You squirted—a clear, gushing liquid spilled from you, soaking the sheets beneath you. You let out a sharp, surprised cry, your body shuddering as the pleasure coursed through you in powerful waves.

Jungwon grinned, his pride swelling as he slowed his movements, rubbing circles on your clit to help you ride it out. “That’s it, baby,” he praised, his voice filled with adoration. “You did so well, my pretty girl. So perfect for me.”

Your body sagged against the mattress, your breaths coming in ragged gasps as you tried to process what had just happened. But Jungwon wasn’t done yet.

Sliding a hand up your back, he leaned down to kiss your neck, his voice warm and coaxing. “Just a bit more, princess,” he murmured, his tone laced with soft desperation. “For me, yeah? I’m so close.”

You nodded weakly, trusting him completely.

Jungwon slid back in, his thrusts slower now but still deep and purposeful, drawing soft whimpers from your lips. The sensation of your still-sensitive body clenching around him was too much, and with a few more precise thrusts, he came undone.

He groaned your name, his hips stuttering as he spilled into you, you felt the hot spurts of cum inside you. The intensity of his release leaving him momentarily breathless. Collapsing gently onto your back, he wrapped his arms around you, pressing soft kisses along your shoulder and neck.

“You’re amazing,” he whispered, his voice filled with genuine affection. “So perfect for me, Y/N. Always.”

As the two of you lay there, your breaths slowly evening out, Jungwon pulled you closer, your bodies still entangled. He stroked your hair gently, his heart full as he murmured, “I love you.”

Just as the warmth of the moment settled around you both, a sudden knock at the door jolted you from your daze.

“Alright, we can hear the passion you guys—keep it down!” came a teasing voice from the other side.

You froze for a second, then burst into laughter, your face burying into Jungwon’s chest to muffle the sound. Your whole body shook as the absurdity of the situation hit you.

Jungwon, on the other hand, flushed a deep red, the tips of his ears burning. He groaned in frustration, reaching for the nearest pillow. “I swear—whoever that is, you’re dead,” he muttered, his voice a mix of embarrassment and annoyance.

You peeked up at him, still giggling as he cocked his arm back, ready to hurl the pillow. “Jungwon, stop!” you whispered through your laughter, trying to grab his arm. “You’ll actually kill them!”

The voice came again, more smug this time. “Don’t worry, Jungwon! You’ve got stamina, we get it!”

“JAY HYUNG!” Jungwon shouted, his voice cracking slightly in exasperation. He launched the pillow at the door, even though it stood no chance of actually hitting the culprit. The sound of muffled laughter from outside only made his embarrassment grow.

You were in stitches by now, tears pricking at your eyes as you clutched your stomach. “You’re so cute when you’re flustered,” you teased, reaching up to pinch his flushed cheek.

Jungwon groaned again, flopping onto his back and dragging a pillow over his face. “I’m never living this down,” he mumbled, his voice muffled.

You leaned over him, your laughter finally calming as you placed a soft kiss on his exposed neck. “They’re just jealous,” you whispered, nuzzling him. “Still doesn’t make it any better,” Jungwon grumbled, peeking out from under the pillow to glare halfheartedly at the door.

Outside, the teasing continued, but Jungwon tuned it out, focusing instead on the girl in his arms. Despite the mortifying interruption, the way you were looking at him now—your eyes warm and full of affection—made him feel like the luckiest person alive.

[danielcain]

No Quadrupeds Left

It was not out of the ordinary for children to possess both a pathological fear and an insatiable obsession with the four-legged Beasts of the past. The pre-Vanishing ecosystem was seldom spoken of, and only in hushed tones.

Sometimes, if an older relative grew drunk enough to feel absolved for any improper remarks, a certain sense of dark humor kept the topic tolerable, and children would ask questions about the Beasts. It was rare enough an occurrence, normally suited to post-festival gatherings. One drunkard, oft battle-scarred, slurring a diatribe about trading Beasthide as little cousins sit attentive, hugging grass-stained knees to their enraptured hearts.

‘Uncle, what of the Beasts that didn’t vanish, those who were already meat or leather?’

‘Yes, yes! Did we bury them? Did we give them rites? What sort of rites befit a Beast?’

‘Children, children, your dear old uncle has had too much wine and fermented fish. I shall answer in the morning, I shall regale it to thee you plainly, as my grandfather regaled it to me.’

Of course, when the morningdove crowed, the family’s children would find rolled-up cots and the sound of grownfolk arguing over missing silverware, no sobered-up old soldier in sight.

Reader, Next time you find yourself in the Crescent, go to a tavern. A nice one, don’t get yourself slashed. The kind full of young grownfolk, 20 winters or older. As them about ‘the Vanishing Uncle’. It has become somewhat of an archetype to the natives, much like the linen-silk trickster of the East, or the bruin-hugging Gaul. Do take care who you say this to, some don’t admire the bravado.

We all knew him, or knew someone who knew him. Everyone had a story of irresponsibility and embellishment. When speaking of this sort of man, we would preface: “Now, these are the thoughts of a distant uncle, not I…” In some villages, this is still so. In some villages, gossip on the matter is acceptable, but anything more is offensive.

For brevity: It wasn’t discussed. A rule, an unspoken rule akin to covering your loins and boeing your when a woman or widuu enters the baths — if you were raised correctly, you never had to be told outright. Adults were never to discuss the specifics of the Vanishing around children.

Especially not Adel and Utor.

As a boy, Adel was fascinated by the Beasts of the past. From hulking grey brutes with coarse skin and horned faces to the cherubic mutants ancient men kept as soft-furred companions, every child had a favorite. Children often had encyclopedic knowledge that would soon wear off as they lose interest and enter middle childhood. At 6 and a half, Adel was no different. His favorite vanished beast was the Dog.

Adel's best friend, Utor, favored the common Horse. Utor was a sensitive child. He played nicely with boys and girls, yet preferred to play alone. Usually polite, he had an occasional defiance streak, and a strong sense of justice. Regarded, perhaps prematurely, as a precocious sign or intelligence or virtue, this judiciousness was encouraged by the village tutors. Utor was the only child who played with Adel. The two engaged in imagination-play, crawling around on all fours, imitating sounds that could have been. What it must have been like to be them, to see them, the four-legged Beasts of yore.

They spoke of many things, but the Vanished Beasts sparked many conversations. Arguments, too. Utor’s parents and Adel’s mother never had to intervene, not until one day in Springtime.

While weaving crowns of daisies in the field, just ever so slightly out of the watchful eye of his overworked mother, Adel stole Utor's ring of daisies and crowned his own head with a triumphant display of listless bluffing.

Utor was upset, but he centered himself. He refused ‘caste-sink to the aggressor’ as his militant uncle would put it. The thought of this own mercy emboldened him. He reached out to swipe the crown off his thieving friend.

To Utor’s shock Adel slapped his hand away. Far harder than a friend had ever slapped him prior. The kind of slap reserved for the lowest of disciplining. Utor clutched his aching hand, dewdrops of tears welling up in his eyes. Silence became tensions as they watched the wheels in each other’s expressions start to turn. Utor thought carefully, as carefully as he could think with a stinging hand.

"I see why you like the Dog. It was the most meanest four-leg of them all."

It was the first insult he could think of. A cogent retort, or so he thought. Adel was being cruel. Adel loved the Dog. Utor only liked the daisy chain, but Adel hurt him physically. In young Utor’s mind, this exchange of blows was Hammurabian. Surely, they would resume playing.

To his surprise, Adel retorted instantaneously.

“The Horse carried meaner men than any Dog.“ Though it was mumbled with unmet eyes, its tone was as if Adel had been waiting say this all year.

A new, foreign kind of humiliation thrummed in Utor’s chest. His fair-skinned face burned ruddy. It chemical-burned from rejection into rage. It burned so much, made so much pressure in his skull, he was screaming like screaming kettle he said, “when hungry, the Dog would eat…. raw….”

Utor’s shaking voice snagged on taboo, yet still, he elaborated.

“The raw pulp of their own. Of fellow Dogs.”

Adel was never an expressive child. (He had not even cried at birth, even as the midwife chanted a hearty mantra, unsheathed her stiletto to sever the umbilical cord round his neck.)

"Dogs ate their masters."

"That's not true."

"Dogs ate their masters even when they weren't hungry. Dogs bit-“

Utor’s vision eclipsed into sudden darkness as Adel’s left-hook struck him. A slap, why- every child has been slapped. That was life in the Crescent. This was not a slap, this was a balled-fist strike.

Utor stayed in a heap on the ground, even as the teal-green sky phased back into sight above him, quick tears quickening the kohl to run from his eyelids to his snot-dripping chin. Finally, he manages:

“You hit me. You HIT me! I’m telling your mother! I’m telling hyr!”

No response. Just heavy breathing from Adel, looming above him with an uncharacteristic scowl. The whimpers continued.

“You’re no worse, no worse at all, than a vanished Dog,” he cried.

Adel’s mother heard the exaggerated wail of Utor from nearly sixty strides away. Hy wished it to be a playful holler, waited a pinch. Alas, another scream. More anxious than agitated, hy gathered up the hem of hyr silks and headed for the field. What a horrid child, hy thought fondly, just like his father.

Year ago, when the midwife cut the noose around his neck, Adel drew his first breath as a sort of trade.

He began to cry. And cry, and cry. His mother bled, and bled, and bled until she passed, became his foremother. His father cried too. His father, he-now-hy, cried so hard, that the soul of the foremother passed into the gouge in hyr heart. That must have been why, the villagers thought, that Adel’s father became Adel’s widuu mother so willingly. This was what the villagers gossiped, anyway, and continue to do so.

[pinkshortbread]

what if…

dom trans!daisuke x sub reader scissoring… need that freak omg

and then after… daisuke uses a strap on us… just maybe…

AND THEN… eats us out… possibly.

or these can be a diff order!

👀

You don't know how to say but I LOVE your request.

Warning : Reader has pussy too ! Can be read as T4T.

🌺 Dom Trans-Daisuke X Sub-Reader 🌺

[Don't mind me about using this GIF, he is so stupid I love him.]

👀🌅🎶

....

"Baby, you feel so- Ah... So so good-"

Forehead against forehead, his slightly built body close to yours, your sensitive bud rubbed so sweetly to his his glistening slit.

Your sweet and loving boyfriend, on top of you, taking the lead of pleasuring your trembling form. You swear to yourself that he looks extremely hot doing that.

"Daisu- Ah !"

Daisuke smiled softly, his half-lidded eyes looking down at you with the love he couldn't moan out yet at the very intimate moment.

You looked back at him, eyes filled with overstimulation, your hair spread everywhere around your head onto the pillow, a few strands brushing his.

He quickened the pace he already set before, very subtle just slightly enough for you to roll your eyes behind your head.

"If only- Ah, you could see yourself... So cute..."

Daisuke chuckled at your sight. His hands roamed onto your body : your hips, your waist, your tummy, your sides, your shoulders, and finally your hands.

He grabbed them. His glance changed and darkened. Oh god, you could just squirt with his look.

"I-I want to fill you up, baby-" Daisuke managed to say under his huffs. "I wanna... I wanna use the strap... W-Want me to ?" The pace is getting slow, you whined.

You rubbed your thighs against his, nodding your approval : you wanted the same he wanted, you wanted him to penetrate you with his love.

"Y-You want too ? Okay okay... We're getting to it... Just..." His hand reached your cheek and you hummed, understanding that he has to prepare himself to get the strap-on.

He gets his body away from you, the cool air hitting your sticky tummy. You glance at him as he gets up from the bed, reaching to the box that contained the precious and pleasurable item you both needed so much.

His back faced you, your still-shaky form onto the bed, your hands on your chest.

You let out a long and satisfied sigh.

You take a look at the curve of his spine to the round shape of his ass with shit-eating grin on your face, thinking about how lucky you are having this guy like him between your legs.

A bit lost between your dreamy thoughts, Daisuke turns back at you, hands on his hips with the strap-on settled, the dildo tilting in front of your face.

"Head in clouds baby ?" Daisuke smirks, suddenly catching both of your legs as he comes back onto the messy bed, lowering his face to your sweet pussy.

"Ah !"

His arms around your legs, he settles your knees onto his shoulders, your hips up to the sky. Daisuke takes a good grab to your thighs, almost groaning at his own action with his usual cheerfulness.

He is fond of this sight, your confused face looking down at him with your so cutely parted mouth.

You mewl as his tongue meet your already throbbing folds. Your back curving at the wet sensation.

"We... We taste so good... Heh..." Daisuke chuckles against your clit, chills traveled into the knot that formed in your lower stomach.

"Makes me crazy... You're so so cute..." He continues, lapping his tongue between your lips to your disturbed bud. Your moans reached easily to his ears, which turned him on even more and more and more by each sound you outed.

He bucks his hips by reflex during the act, the tip of the soft dildo poking the lower of your back.

You didn't know where to put your hands, grabbing the sheets tightly to control the rest of you.

You're going to lose it.

"Daisu- Daisuke- Please ! Oh, please please..." You submitted while you rubbed your sensitive clit to his nose, your eyes and body begging him to do the nastiest things to your core.

"Okay..." Daisuke stops slowly, fondling his ringed-fingers into your hips. "Eager thing you are..." He mumbles as he drops your pelvis, the lenght of the slippery toy making an easy way to your gums.

"Holy shit-"

You grab yourself onto him as he embraces his arms behing your back to support you from the sudden penetration.

Daisuke smirked against your shoulder.

"Gonna rock you tonight baby..."

❤️

[bakersgrief]

Yves had the most beautiful blush. Which was a good thing, considering how often he did it.

Yves didn't blush like a tomato, no no. And it would be too plain and patronizing to say he blushed like a rose in the country of roses, where such colors were commonplace and lackluster.

Perhaps it would be the most accurate to say he blushed like a strawberry. Sometimes his blush was a light lovely pink, not unlike the shade of the sweet "white" strawberries from Kogyoku.

Other times, his blush was deep enough to compare to the ripest of strawberries in the lush fields of Jade, shining like jewels under the hot summer sun.

And what other part of Yves flushed beautifully, like a juicy strawberry just begging to be eaten? Why, his lovely, shapely cock, of course.

Unfortunately, it was not Yves' delectably pink cock that was reflected in his gilded full length mirror. It was that of his lover, which was no less pleasing to look at.

"Y...Yves..." they breathed heavily, leaning back into his surprisingly strong embrace.

"Mmm... Darling..." He breathed back, stroking his thumb over a protruding vein on the side of their cock.

"Nngh!"

The pair stood in naked Yves' dimly lit room as he reached around his lover's body to stroke their cock, moaning and shivering almost as much as they were.

"Darling... I love you, Darling." Yves whispered in their ear, burying his face in their shoulder and grinding his aching erection into their backside.

"Yves... my love...!" They gasped as his pace quickened and then slowed, Yves perfectly manicured thumb playing over their slit in the most tantalizing manner.

The two continued gasping and convulsing against each other throughout the languid hand job. Yves prolonged it by firmly squeezing his lover's tip every time he sensed they were close to cumming. His free hand gently teased their nipples. Tapping, rubbing, flicking, and pinching the pert nubs.

As his soft hand cupped and fondled their balls, Yves lover bucked into his hand in growing desperation.

"Yves... please, I need it!"

Yves lifted his head from where he was planting kisses along their shoulder, nodding fervently in understanding.

His lover's hand came up to bury itself in his hair, pulling his face to theirs so they could indulge in a deep kiss as Yves quickly sped the movements of his hand.

Quick and desperate strokes, the kind any man would use when he was reaching climax.

Yves cock, pressed into the soft flesh of their ass, leaked and dribbled a few drops of his precum down the back of their thigh.

"Yves... Yves, use both hands, please please please!" His lover cried out, using both hands to grip the back of his head. They were leaning into him more heavily now, as if their legs were about to give out.

Yves enveloped them in his embrace as he stretched his arms further around them, using his hand previously teasing their nipples to caress their balls as he continued his rapid strokes.

"Mmmm. Gonna cum, gonna cum Yves-!"

"Cum for me, please, please." Yves gasped, feeling more pre leak from his tip. He felt close to the edge himself.

"Aaah!"

His lover threw their head back in ecstacy, bucking and trembling with the force of the delayed orgasm. Their pearlescent cum managed to hit the perfectly polished mirror, dripping down in translucent rivulets.

"Haah, haah, haah..."

The panting of the lovers was synchronized in the afterglow, Yves continuing to rub his lover's sensitive glans as they grew soft in his hand.

They whimpered at the sensation, pushing their face into his shoulder as Yves kissed along their neck with reverence.

"Your... turn." They whispered.

"Hm?" Asked Yves, still rubbing at the tip of their cock.

"Your turn!" They gasped, pushing out of his hold and moving behind him.

"Hmph. Can you even stay standing for that long?" Yves asked, taking in their flustered form. Not that he was doing much better.

"Yes. Can you?" They panted, running their fingers over his ticklish hip bones before wrapping their hand firmly around his neglected erection.

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do you like reach arounds ?

I- um... *blushes*

Yes, I very much do.

I also enjoy giving them, just so you know.

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[itsnotalemon]

the singular doodle i did on my new drawing tablet i didnt totally hate,,, i hate new things,,,

[geminid]

attempts with my new tablet

[foreverxdaydreaming]

x

[nonuggetshere]

GOD I HAD AN IDEA AS I WAS FALLING ASLEEP TODAY

About FaaF naturally

A sad one, TW fir near child death and harm

Involves Xero's attempt at an assassination, or it could be literally just any guard controlled by the Radiance

PK and WL need to talk about something private, and WL looks at the tiny vessel tagging along by her wyrm's side

"Should it be here?"

"It wouldn't understand anything anyway."

"Still, it's...a little..."

He sighs lightly, "Yeah, I get where you're coming from... Vessel, come here."

He kneels down and orders them to sit by the door and wait for them while they talk, says he'll come pick them up once they're done and not to move, then the two go to talk on the balcony and close the door behind them

At some point, Xero/the guard bursts in and attacks PK in the middle of the conversation, managing to take them by surprise and so gets one good swing in before PK darts away and retaliates, pinning them down with soul blades, though he has to keep his wife from killing them on the spot - he doesn't want to be so hasty, knowing they're infected and not themself. He pulls out the sword from his chest and that's when they realise, it's covered in void...

Child harm/near death TW beyond this point

After a moment of shock White Lady, who's closest to the doors, runs out and all her husband can hear is a horrified, heartbroken scream. He feels nauseous, his stomach twisting into knots and feeling like his heart is in his throat as he runs out after her. He sees her in tears, cradling a tiny bundle soaked in void. There's- there's so much void. It covers the floor where he left their child vessel and soaks through his lady's shawl and clothes as she cradles them in her arms.

For a moment he's paralysed, before he just snaps. He flies back onto the balcony, screaming at the possessed guard that he'll kill her, he'll make her pay for this, and he slays them in his rage (something he'll regret and feel ashamed of later), still hitting and screaming at Her well after the possessed person is dead and she can't hear him anymore.

He collapses, panting, near tears, and just gets himself up and stumbles out the door and towards the two, he wants to see how bad it is for himself.

Flower survives, but just barely. They had multiple stab wounds and lost their left arm, if not for their parents immediately healing them they'd be dead. They're barely older than 5, still so very little and defenceless, PK is horrified at how could anyone hurt a baby this young and helpless (hypocrite), even if they're not alive.

They're still on bed rest because that was so much damage and their mother doesn't leave their side and their father only leaves when necessary. They still don't realise Flower's alive and they know they shouldn't be so attached but it still feels like their baby and they can't just leave them. WL spends the entire day by their side, gently stroking their hair and horns with her now permanently void stained hands and softly coos and sings to them

Of course, they quickly realise they ARE alive because no way in hell a toddler is getting this hurt and NOT crying and screaming the second they wake up <3

Which just makes this situation so much worse

[gospelicas]

cw stepcest

"i don't think you know just what you do to me."

stepdad!kento's hands on your body are searing hot and desperate,, to say the least. he has you on the dining table, your half eaten dinner pushed aside to make room for you to sit back and accommodate your stepfathers large frame between your thighs. he's so hard it hurts, but you only have so long before your mother finishes up in the shower and comes down to join the both of you for desert.

little does she know, her sweethearted kento is having his fill of desert early. he gropes you with large hands, tweaks at your nipples as he kisses down whatever exposed skin he can find until he's face-to-face with your pretty pussy: his favourite sight. but you're needy and impatient and despite having been licked and worshipped by your stepdad for weeks now he still hasn't stretched you out on his cock.

"you could just fuck me," you whisper, as if your mother could somehow hear you over the running water of her shower upstairs. "im already wet for you..."

he shakes his head, blond hair messing a little as he presses a kiss to your inner thigh. you reach down and take his glasses off to avoid any obstacles between your sensitive clit and his eager mouth.

"you know i won't fuck you, sweet thing."

"why-" you gasp as he licks a stripe through your folds up to your clit- "why not? i want it."

"i'm your step-father. it's wrong," he presses a kiss to your clit. "improper," kiss, "an abuse of power."

"you're literally eating me out right now," you whine. "it's wrong anyways. you want it too, i know you do."

"more than anything," he hums against your pussy. "bet you feel as sweet as you taste, but it's not happening. you need to start respecting the ground rules i lay down, so shut up and let me make you cum before your mother comes back down."

you groan, but lean back on your elbows and let your legs drape over his broad shoulders. kento eats you like he hasn't just indulged himself on your mothers cooking; with needy moans pressed against your clit and lots of spit and tongue and enough kisses to tell you this isn't just sex to him. he digs his fingers into your thighs to pull you impossibly closer to his greedy tongue, but you gasp when the cold of his wedding band presses against your heated skin.

of course, he moves to take it off, mostly out of guilt, but you manage to catch his wrist in your hand before he can. you can feel his sharp exhale against your pussy as you shake your head, something filthy playing behind your eyes. "don't take it off."

your stepdad frowns and you slowly guide his hand to your heat. you mould hiring and middle finger out and press the rest against his palm and tease your own entrance with his hand as if he were only a toy. his wedding band glistens with your sweet nectar, and he can't manage to pull his hand away like he should. "you're cruel," he whispers.

"i know," you sigh and lean back, letting go of his wrist and trusting him to know what you want. "stop if you want to. go join mom in the shower, maybe you could get off with your—"

"don't." kento pistons his fingers into you with a pace that makes you dizzy! your head is falling back and he's reattaching his lips to your clit and showing off that added experience that being so much older than you gives. your fingers drag through his hair, messing up the delicate blond strands in a way you almost hope he doesn't remember to fix before facing your mother again.

and before you know it, he's bring you to the edge of your climax and pushing you over into ecstasy with an ease that makes it feel like you're the one who he should be claiming with jewellery instead! you cum hard around his fingers and greedy kento nanami laps up every last drop of your release like a thirsty dog.

he rests his forehead against your knee and closes his pretty eyes tight. he's trying to will his erection down.

"i can fix that," you offer, already knowing he'll shake his head and tell you that this is for your pleasure, not his. though you know if you had the time for a second round that your taste alone could make the man cum in his pants: it's happened before.

but before he can protest and you can push any further, the sound of running water from upstairs halts and you hear the shower door opening and shutting as your mother finishes up. it's an almost comical race to get your clothes back on and your appearances tidied up, but by the time she's dressed and rejoining you both in the dining room, you're sat in soft chatter about... the economy.

that's okay, though! because your mom quickly gives you a new subject to discuss when she tells you she's going to spend the summer abroad on a business exchange! she hates to leave you two alone like this but it's the opportunity of a lifetime.

and you'll be damned if you get a whole summer alone with your stepdad and don't get him to fuck you properly within the first week :)

[arolesbianism]

Anyways incorporating new saint hcs into my semi au Sliver lore means that now saint gets to continuously experience ascending Sliver forever 👍

[onlythebravest]

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[phagodyke]

my flatmate asking me the day before "do u want to hang out w me and [old friend] everyone else cancelled so I can invite u now" is not the heartfelt offer she thinks it is :^/