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[astrumocs]

🗣 excirz and jules :3c

Character(s): Julius Monter & Excirz Seieze

Setting: Semi-recent Past; Julius' Hive

Info: [BB] = Julius & [TW] = Excirz. Quirks have been excluded for convenience

The purple blood shifts nervously in his lab stool as he waits for a reply to the message he'd sent not that long ago. Julius had been told by the individual that gave him this handle that replies often came infrequently, but he couldn't have surmised that meant nearly a full week and still nothing.

As if his problem was just going to solve itself?

It mattered little at the moment, but he couldn’t leave his hive or very well order supplies of any kind with that horrific creature skulking about. Still, he knows well that sitting and getting antsy won't solve anything, so he slides his mobile phone across the lab table and away from his direct view, instead sliding over some papers of notes from the past few days' testing.

He’s been staring blankly at his notes, desperately attempting to focus on something other than whatever has been stalking outside his tower for several days, when his phone vibrates and lights up. The anxious doctor urgently snatches the device, reading his own messages back, followed by the one he’d just received.

(Sent 5 days ago) [BB]: Hello, Mr. Seieze, my name is Dr. Julius Monter. I was given your contact by an associate who informed me that you deal with monstrous beings and the like and I believe I have such an issue.

(Sent 3 days ago) [BB]: I am now confident there is a creature lurking outside of my hive lying in wait for someone to exit and any urgency in the matter would be highly appreciated. If money is a concern I would gladly pay to have this handled.

(Sent today) [TW]: If you’re still alive, I’ll deal with your monster.

Julius wastes little time typing back, tempering his exasperated annoyance and anxiety with the situation.

[BB]: Yes, I am indeed still alive. I’ve been trapped inside for nearly a week, I was beginning to meet the end of my rope, but I am relieved you’re willing. Is there anything you need from me in resolving this matter?

[TW]: An address. Or an approximate of the creature's location. Any descriptors you can provide would speed things along, so I know what I might be dealing with.

[TW]: If I succeed, we can discuss payment. And if I don’t, it’ll be a non-issue pretty quickly.

That response made Julius nauseous. The idea that they could both die from this settled as a cold pit in his stomach. He swallows and begins to type back.

[BB]: Of course, I can send you the coordinates momentarily. I’ve scarcely seen the beast, only its significantly large glowing eyes from the treeline in the dusk and dawn hours. 

[BB]: I have, however, heard deep growls from so far up as the fourth floor of my hive and scratching along the stonework…

There’s a long, ten-minute lapse in the conversation where Julius begins to fidget anxiously with his phone, tapping on different applications only to close them right after before his phone buzzes twice more in quick succession.

[TW]: The good news is that I may know what you’re dealing with. I recommend you keep making noise and turning on lights occasionally. [TW]: The bad news is that I also suggest you pick something to pray to.

[astral-ardors]

overstimulation for snow or reshaper!

"Falls into similar opinion as edging for me. Although, I admit to enjoying being on either end of it quite a bit. I am... happy to over-perform."

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"Not against it I suppose, but I much prefer something like multiple hits of ecstasy than prolonging the one, if you will-- at least for myself."

"If that's what my partner is looking for though, well, I suppose I can make exceptions if they're having a good time."

[fate-motif]

just realized i never did a post for my insidious edwardian era au. like honestly i feel like this entire franchise would get sixteen times cooler if it were turn of the 20th century i swear

you have elise as part of like, the contemporary spiritualists, and being pretty renowned

growing up victorian means much like in the 50s she was told she was to be seen and not heard, and then as a medium she gained a foothold as a woman in a time it would have been hard for her to have control over her life

her husband being a civil war veteran

then we have the boys probably publishing a periodical, maybe have tucker engage in spirit photography. the art thing specs does is already fully in the spirit of like, automatic writing

the van is just one of those old ford models

arthur conan doyle is a fan of elise. just because that would be amazing and hilarious

i'm begging you to just put them in the crimson peak aesthetic it's amazing

i was just thinking about spectral sightings but i'm still gonna go over to the lamberts part of the franchise and say: dalton as a world war i soldier and that's how his astral projecting resurfaces again

[anixknowsnothin]

song for today: when you're home from in the heights (i just wanted to drop this here). also, bestie, idk if you are listening to the movie soundtrack or the original broadway cast recording but in the og chris jackson plays benny so this song is 100x better (everytime i hear him sing NINA, EVERYTHING IS EASIER WHEN YOU'RE HOME i have tears in my eyes its not a lie, its chris jackson after all). have a good day 🫡

OK BESTIE YOU HAVE AMAZING TASTE

A) YES THIS SONG IS ABSOLUTELY AMAZING

B) I LOVE BOTH EQUALLY. HOWEVER IM SORTA BIASED TOWARDS CHRISTOPHER JACKSON BUT I LOVE LESLIE GRACE’S PERFORMANCE AS NINA IN THE MOVIE VERSION MORE SO IT CANCELS OUT.

C) AND I LOVE ANTHONY RAMOS AS USNAVI TOO BUT LMM>>>

[robboyblunder]

The other day I had a really stupid but funny realization about kotetsu and barnaby's colors and what they made me think of, so I logically spent three days making an "AU" nobody wanted or asked for because I have a horrible sense of humor

Did you know the voice actor for Lloyds in the english dub also voiced cosmo and jorgen von strangle? Because I think that's really funny and amazing

Image ID in ALT text!

(please don't repost or use these, and leave my description; thanks!)

[feuerwizard]

@blinkdog asked: "you think i could do something like that?" // unprompted;; always open

As the final sparks of magic dissipate from his fingertips, Caleb lets his hands drop to his sides. The lingering tingles send a shiver through his body as he turns to face his companion, who stands behind him. He can hear the questions in his voice as they ask, you think I could do something like that? The wizard tilts his head curiously, studying the expression upon his face. “Ja, probably,” he shrugs to himself. “Does magic interest you?”

[phntasmgoria-moved]

CONTINUED. // @dnangelic

it's laughable, the fear in his voice. do humans really fear monsters that much? so much that they commit genocide and other unspeakable acts over it? she wonders if fear is the true reason behind the hunting of her kind, not the desire for their precious silver eyes as she was once told. but this was not the time to dwell on such matters.

lindenbaum wheels herself even closer, so that there is hardly any space between them, and reaches up, placing her hand on his head. a gentle pat is all it takes to reassure, right? she hopes this will soothe the boy's ease before something worse occurs. while she hasn't had blood in quite a long time now, she knows better than to feed off of someone who doesn't deserve her hatred. if she could devour all of those humans who massacred her clan, she would gladly do so without question. that was where her morals stood.

" not to worry, child. i'm not going to harm you. " ( unless you deserve it, she leaves unspoken. ) " allow me to ask you another question. how would you feel if you lost everyone you loved to something you could not control? would you feel angry? scared? would you despair? tell me everything. "

[heartsdefine]

↪ memes — accepting!

@isbrilliant said: ❝ this is not good, if i may state the obvious. ❞ / lin

        “This is...extremely not good, I'd say.” Lin's usual cheerful spin seems to have faded, her voice quaking slightly on the final word. Her hands hover above the ship's controls, frozen, dark eyes wide and staring at the many red alerts flashing on the screen. In an instant, she feels nothing like the adult human her mind is melded with and everything like the teenage Time Lord who hasn't even started attending the Academy yet. Too many thoughts are coming on at once and she doesn't know how to sort through them, so her mind goes utterly blank. “Donna, I'm—sorry. I'm so sorry.” Lin turns to the redhead, eyes glassy with panic. “I don't know what to do.”

[liverpool-enjoyer]

List 5 things that make you happy, then put this in the askbox for the last 10 people who reblogged something from you! get to know your mutuals and followers (ू•‧̫•ू⑅)♡

oooo fun!!!! ok so uh

the feeling of having finished a uefa high chapter

waking up at a decent hour n NOT sleeping through the whole day (this didnt happen today i'll tell you that)

billy joels music

pizza :D

my plushies

[grapecaseschoices]

I'm now healthy enough to pester you about your ocs! Yay for me. So I choose... Question 1, 7, 15 and 17. I'll let you choose which oc to talk about. It's a free card "talk about any oc that makes you happy to think about". Hope you're having a good day and if not, hugs and nuzzles (from my cat) to you.

I am glad that youre doing, pumpkin!

Ima do my twc mcs bc ima do the twc exchange~

1] Do they have any crafting hobbies?

Andy: He gardens and can do lawn maintnance, can do fair art with them bushes.

Pierre: Does book binding and cover repair.

Kendis: Does pottery. But they also like party ogranizing so they can make/letter basic cards. They don't do as much anymore but they scrapbook.

They all, including Val and Kai, know how to sew [to various degrees], as a life skill.

7] Do they have any unusual fears?

Define "unusual". Kendis and Andy both have a fear of loss; mainly via death. Val and Kendis both have a fear of -- I guess not being good enough. Mainly the closer you get the less you will like what you see. Val does have a sorta fear of falling short of Rook/ruining his legacy and, of course, abandonment. Kendis a -- sorta fear of imperfection; they hold themselves to unfair standards, in a sense, and even tend to lean in seeing themselves as inherently a bad person.

The other two are more normal/better at self regulating. I mean Pierre's past mistakes do weigh and he could lean into Kendis' issues territory but he is better at working with who he is now [and also doesn't think he's prone to evil so --]

15] What kind of sense of humor do they have? Or do they have one at all?

I am SO bad at this. qwerwaw drawing differences on characters humor. BUT:

Andy: LOVES. PUNS. Which may seem unexpected, but word play is his gig, so.

Pierre: Isn't against the puns but actually has a low-key mischeviousness to his humor. A sorta soft teasing. This is why I picture him and Felix vibing. He actually thinks Felix is very funny -- maybe a bit much but he thinks his boyfriend is so hilarious [sorry Ava].

Kai: Dry.

Val: Sarcastic. Very little shit.

Kendis: Teasing. Kendis loves to poke. I see her as like the jokey, punch you on the shoulder humor sort. Kendis has sibling energy humor even as an only child. [Sardonic tho when she's feeling Mean].

17] How easily would they be convinced to do something that goes against their morals?

Define "morals". JKJK.

Um, it would actually be hard for all of them except - seemingly - for Kendis and Kai. I say this, because Kai's morals are at times governed by what he feels is most logical. And Kendis' are usually - this may surprise - based on the people around them [ie the people they value and trust the most]. However, this is where the seeming comes it, at the end of the day what Kendis values MOST is themselves and said loved ones. So while when push comes to shove it may SEEM she's wibble wobbling, she isn't.

I've a'ways said that if Kendis was born/raised in a bad environment then that is where their morals would align -- the ONLY exception is, I've never had a Kendis who wasn't suckered in by the underdog.

For fun:

Andy: True Neutral.

Kai: Lawful Neutral.

Kendis: Chaotic Neutral with good tendencies [tho fun fact: og Kendis tends to be chaotic good with neutral tendencies.]

Pierre: Lawful Good.

Val: Neutral Good.

[kosmiccarma]

How about 6, 7, and 27?

6. do you use a watch?

I don't! I use my phone for the time... altho I've been gifted a surprising amount of watches over the years as someone who's never used them lol

7. what animal do you look forward to seeing when you visit an aquarium?

probably the orcas or manatees. unfortunately there are no local aquariums nearby (not counting seaworld) or I'd visit a lot more

27. what’s your favorite or go-to outfit?

my go-to outfit is a black-on-black ensemble: halter top/tank, jacket, high-rise skinny jeans, docs favorite would probably be casual home clothes just bc they're so comfy and worn down lol so oversized t-shirt and loose joggers or jean shorts [weirdly specific and unrelated asks to know someone well]

[astrumocs]

🎄jules,,

Julius is, unexpectedly to even himself, spending the holiday with Xayfus. Granted, he doesn't find the night to be that special these sweeps, but it is one of the rare exceptions where he gives himself and his test subjects a break from work.

Things are tentative and awkward, the two trying to strike a balancing act of ease between one another, but despite the rough surface, Julius is appreciative. More so of the company or of his sense of taste being restored, it's hard to say which.

Julius has always hated the winter, but he supposes he can settle for a neutral night, just this once.

[astral-ardors]

damn that’s kinda hardcore! are we talking like clown blood specifically? or like your own?

"Ah... too much? I do not normally talk about those types of wants, so I do not know the etiquette..."

"Not my own, someone else's... A clown would be sufficient."

[gentlenekomata]

[ Tea ] - Just what it says on the tin! The only teas offered are Mint, Bergamot, Sweet-Apple Blend, Albinean Berry Blend, and Southern Fruit Blend, wrapped in small tea bags. Clever students bring their own tea.

None of them are a favorite of Linhardt, but she ends up taking some of the Southern Fruit Blend—so long as it wasn’t completely and utterly terrible, Lin found that most any tea could be enjoyable. In the right context.

And in this context—that is, a loud and populated ballroom wherein any and all amounts of dancing, food, and shenanigans existed—there were very few teas that Linhardt would find dislikable. With that sense, they had chosen to swipe the largest container they could manage before meandering their way to a corner of the hall.

“Oh, Sakura.” Perhaps there were people that Lin had expected to run into even less, but all the same, he’s a bit surprised. Recognizing that an entire kettle’s worth of tea generally doesn’t go unoffered, he continues, “Care for some tea?”

“Though, if you’d much rather trade brooches, that works for me as well.”

The evening proceeded quite busily for Sakura, who managed to meet new people as well as enjoying the company of old friends –and among them, the familiar call from the green-haired young boy did catch the petite priestess’ attention, who happily joined the tea session he was attending to.

“Glad to see you here as well Lin!” she enjoyed his nickname, quite short and easy to remember, “A cup of tea is perfectly fine!” she picked the first free cup she saw and while she waited for him to fill her cup, she nodded at his request. “An exchange you say?” she giggled, observing the black feather decorating his elegant outfit. She needed as well to collect some more feather, so why not helping someone else for this brilliant event? She extracted one white feather from her brooch and handed it to him, “There, now your turn” and she waited for the black feather to come.

“I’m relieved to see you’re doing well, by the way”

[sims4luvrxx]

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[starrluvs]

I have a request! How about a scenario where we have a very ugly and strong argument with Bi-han, but later he comes back to apologize and let us take it out on him for treating us so badly?

(I just want some agressive sex/rage sex/fury sex with this man)

𝐁𝐈-𝐇𝐀𝐍 | 𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐑𝐘/𝐀𝐏𝐎𝐋𝐎𝐆𝐘 𝐒𝐄𝐗

cw: fem reader, married couple, piv sex, bi-han is a little rough, reader cant stand bi-han's attitude tbh, angry sex, make up/apology sex, fighting for dominance, cock drunk reader, mentions of bi-han dirty talking in cantonese creampie, bi han and reader are both sassy/petty little shits that still love each other, and i think that's it! minors dni please!

wc: 2.6k

a/n: wow idk why this took me so long, but i kinda like this one ;) ... ty for this idea, nonnie <3 i also want to mention that the mention of bi-han speaking/dirty talking in cantonese was heavily inspired by a headcanon i seen from @bihansthot ! anyways, enjoy!!

silent treatment was without a doubt something that bi-han absolutely loathed. he truly believed it’d be better off if you were to scream your lungs out at him instead. but getting a cold shoulder and silent treatment from you was something his ego couldn’t handle. had anybody else dared to ignore his presence the way you had these past forty-eight hours, he’d probably have them executed after the first five minutes of this frivolous behaviour. but you, his wife, was a different case.

bi-han couldn’t discipline or punish you the way he would towards his students and lower ranked lin kuei ninjas. you were his wife– his equal –and this silent game of ‘who’s willing to crack first?’ was driving him mad, although he’d never admit that to anybody… yet.

the fabric of the towel was soft against your hands while you worked on drying out your hair. having just exited the shower, you were in nothing but a silk blue robe that complemented your husband's traditional colour scheme. just the thought of him made you scoff out loud and shake your head, who the hell did he think he was?, you thought to yourself. about two days ago, bi-han appeared to be grumpy when he arrived back at your shared compound after finishing his duties for the day. 

being the supportive wife you were, you tried to talk to your husband, ask him if he needed anything from you, or even tried to see if he would be vocal about what was bothering him. and much to your dismay, he lashed out on you as if you were some peasant who worked under him during the day– which you sure as hell weren't.

“leave me be. the last thing i need tonight is another insignificant fool blabbering in my ear constantly.” 

his voice was sharp when he walked past you and entered your shared bedroom. bi-han having miserable mood swings wasn’t something new, but he almost never verbally took out his stress on you– possibly because he knew better. truth be told, you were too tired for his attitude today and had no intentions of letting him ruin your peaceful afternoon. all you did was let out a ‘hmph’ that you purposely made loud enough for him to hear and continued in silence with the fruit you were cutting up for yourself in the kitchen.

ever since that transpired, you haven’t said a word to bi-han and completely ignored his presence, which made his blood run colder than it already was. he was a hard person to read when he kept his usual stoic expression, but deep down you knew he was aware of how frustrated you were with him. which is exactly what you wanted.

letting out a tired sigh, you look at yourself in the mirror and take time to fix up your hair before exiting the bathroom and arriving at your bed. as you sat in silence for a moment, you felt the temperature noticeably drop… he’s here. rolling your eyes, you decide to comfortably tuck yourself in on your side of the shared bed and warm yourself up from the chilly air.

however , your eyes never shut– not even when the door creaks open slowly and reveals your husband’s tall form. his demeanour didn’t seem to be as aggressive compared to how it was two days ago, which you were grateful for. but you still avoided eye contact with him and stared at the wall in silence, not wanting to be bothered. you knew your worth and refused to feed into your husband's ego, because you knew that it was already big enough… your thoughts came to a halt when you heard bi-han speak up. “your juvenile behaviour is astounding,” he scoffs, and you can damn near feel his eyes piercing into you. 

in response, you calmly grab your pillow and walk right past him, making your way to the living room. bi-han watches you settle yourself down on the couch as you lay down and begin to curl yourself up comfortably. all he does is release a sigh from his lips, contemplating on what his next course of action should be. bluntly calling you childish probably wasn’t the best thing to say after two days of neither of you talking to each other, but he couldn’t stop himself from speaking his mind.

deep down he knew he’d have to put his pride and ego aside to resolve this. he was the eldest of three sons, a powerful and deadly assassin, the grandmaster of the lin kuei– and yet here he was, allowing silent treatment from his wife to get under his skin. letting out a stubborn groan, bi-han made his way towards you and knelt down on the mat so that he was at face level with you on the couch. 

he calls out your name in the softest way he could, hoping you would turn to him. but he clearly failed to get your attention as you didn’t say anything back. his small whim of patience had already run out, “do you insist on telling me what your problem is?” this time his tone sounded more cold and gruff, as usual. rolling your eyes once again for the night, you turn to bi-han and finally speak to him, “last i recall, i was just a mere insignificant fool blabbering in your ear when i tried to talk,” he could've sworn your tone was sassy, sarcastic and authoritative all at once– as if you were just waiting to bite at him.

if he was being honest, it’s one of the many things he found so attractive about you. the way you didn’t take shit from anybody– not even himself –made bi-han fall hard for you… he needed a strong willed woman by his side. but moments like this proved to be a form of self realisation. the only people who would ever dare to talk back to him were just you and his brothers. he was so used to everyone following his lead and command, it was almost… refreshing, to have somebody stand their ground.

the glare and frown you had on your face was something you were far too beautiful for. bi-han closed his eyes and inhaled as calmly as possible, trying to collect his words and choose them wisely. “what i said to you that day was regrettable–” you cut him off before he could continue, “and?,” you were already unimpressed with his words, “it’s not like there’s anything you can say to take it back.” your husband must’ve known that just words alone wasn’t going to solve this. 

“i understand that, but,” his cold hand gently grasps your arm, causing goosebumps to raise all over your body. “perhaps there’s something i can do to make amends for what i’ve done?”

and now you’re here, back on your shared bed, taking out your own frustration above bi-han on his cock. you had your hands planted on bi-han’s chest as you bounced up and down his shaft, “fuck..!” your voice lost that sting it previously had, making bi-han grow a prideful grin on his face. “still trying to put me in my place?” your husband’s taunting only made you feel more agitated than you already were. with an attempt to keep your moan in, you bite down on your lower lip and snake your hands up to bi-han’s neck, keeping a slight grip. “s-shut– ngh!– up…” the movement of your hips refused to come to a halt, forcing bi-han to lay back and stay below you.

it felt like a battle for dominance between the two of you. two hard headed (and sometimes ignorant) lovers trying to prove to each other how much power they had over one another. bi-han was confident that you knew how easily he could overpower you in terms of strength, but decided to let you have your little wish of ever taking control over him. looking down at him, his chest was covered in sweat and his ears and cheeks were flushed in a light shade of pink. though you’d have to admit that your hands around his neck were a great touch. it felt as if there was a surge of power and control coursing through you.

apart from his occasional groans, the cryomancer stayed silent as he watched your voluptuous body on top of his. noticing your lover’s face contort in pleasure, you can’t help but spew out more words, “yeah… did you r-really, ah!, think that i would tolerate that b-behaviour from y– f-fuck!,” before you could finish blurting out what you wanted to, bi-han had gripped your hips hard enough to stop your movements as he fucked up into you, making you cry out at the sudden surprise of pleasure he was bringing you.

the grandmaster only chuckled. he found your sounds pitiful, “you talk too much.”  from the way his cock was jackhammering into you, it proved too difficult to spit out any sort of petty comment towards him. the speed of his thrusts made your body feel limp and your husband took note of this from the moment you slumped down, hiding your face in the crook of his neck. his voice was dangerously close to your ear from this angle, “mmm…such an incompetent attempt of being in control,” your pride disallowed you from letting out any moans, “fuck.. y-you..!” hearing how slurred your words were only made bi-han scoff.

your attempts at keeping composure were becoming futile and bi-han knew how close you were to cumming around his length with the way your pussy tightened and gripped him like a vice. “i can feel how close you are, love,” bi-han stops his thrusts but keeps himself fully buried inside of you. before you could get the chance to protest or whine, the cryomancer speaks up. “i have no intention of letting you cum until you accept my apology.” the expression he held was smug while he secured your waist with that same grip he had before, making you unable to move your hips. 

you’d been so focused on taking out your frustration on him that you forgot the whole point of this was him trying to make amends for how he lashed out on you. truthfully, you would’ve purposely told your husband that he’d have to take you out on a fancy date in order for you to accept his apology… but you already felt so fucked out from how his cold cock was abusing your insides just moments ago. you were so close, and you needed that coil in your stomach to snap. “fuck, i forgive you– okay? just let me cum already, pleaseee–!” bi-han groans in response and glides a cold finger to press on your clit, making you shiver in pleasure at how swollen and sensitive your bud feels. without any more wasted time, the grandmaster delivers his quick thrusts from underneath you once again and rubs fast circles on your clit.

the feeling of everything was becoming overwhelming, “ahh– ‘s good! it f-feels so g– ngh!” your mind was clouded with lust and each sentence you tried to complete ended up failing to connect coherently. there were words that left bi-han’s mouth, but you could barely decipher what he was saying with the way your heart beat drummed in your ears– 

it was in that moment, your cries echoed in the room as you pulsed around his cock, gushing around his member. bi-han reduced the speed of his thrusts while trying to help you ride out your high. once you finally come back down from your bliss, you feel your husband's cold, rough hands manhandle you and flip the position that you two were in. you were now layed on your back as bi-han towered over you, parting your legs and easing between them. 

being able to admire your body with the positions swapped felt so refreshing to bi-han. watching the way your breasts heaved up and down with short breaths… the way your skin was coated with sweat, resulting in your hair being out of place from its presentable manner you previously had it in. and being able to see your juices not only coating his cock– but also the inside of your thighs. seeing your slick trickle down to the mattress… gods, you were so beautiful like this. 

bi-han couldn’t waste any more precious time just observing when you were unintentionally inviting him to ravish you even more than he already has. the cryomancer grabs your leg and hooks it over his shoulder as he positions himself enough to easily slide his cock into your pussy. being filled up again made your walls flutter– you wanted to be here forever, just taking his cock while it stuffed you full. to no surprise, bi-han’s thrusts were rough as he began to chase his own high.

your moans never came to an end and were only received as noises to push bi-han further. the cryomancer decides to place a grip on both of your legs this time and leans closer, pinning your knees right by your ears and increasing the force of his thrusts. your folded position had you seeing stars as bi-han’s cock was angled even deeper than before. the way his tip kissed your sweet spot again and again– you could no longer stop your tongue from lolling out, followed by drool rolling down from your mouth.

bi-han snickers, “all of that attitude earlier…” he moves closer to your face and his nose touches yours, “just to be reduced to a cock hungry vixen beneath me– shit!” your husband spits out, feeling how your walls clenched around him from his harsh words. even if you were able to coherently speak, you would never admit how much of a mess you become when bi-han works his cock inside of you…

the grandmaster felt himself becoming dangerously close to his climax, and you felt it with the way his rock hard cock twitched inside of you. his volume started to increase and his grunts became shallow moans that he desperately tried to hold back. noticing this, you use the last bit of your energy to purposely squeeze hard around him, clamping your pussy around his cock as if you were trying to keep it all for yourself. the unexpected action made bi-han lace out a loud string of swears and words in his mother tongue. although you didn’t quite understand what he was saying, you were aware that they were phrases he only used in scenarios like this, making you assume that only vulgar words were leaving his mouth.

the roles were reversed now– this time he was the one hiding his face in the crook of your neck with your lips right by his ear. his hips started to stutter and lose the rhythm it previously had. letting out a lustful hum, you speak into his ear, “inside… haah– c-come on..! fuckin’ fill me up, please!” hearing your voice spew out these words was enough to do it– he filled you to the brim with his seed.

you made sure to milk him dry, taking every drop that he had to offer you. both of you laid there, completely fucked out and exhausted– his body was still slouched over yours while he took time to catch his breath. very slowly, he pulled his cock out of you and planted a peck on your lips, “in no other realm would i have imagined reciting vows with a woman that carried such a flame and sharp tongue,” he leans down and places yet another kiss to your swollen lips, 

“yet i could never imagine falling in love with anybody else…”