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echo-of-sounds · 4 years

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cock warming pt.2

Small smut drabbles of you cock warming with Toshi, Hizashi, and Fatgum.

God, I honestly love writing smut for Fatgum and imagining him calling the reader ‘baby girl.’ I wish there was so much more of him saying that.

Warnings: it’s not explicitly stated, but you can definitely read these as a daddy dom type of relationship/situation

Yagi Toshinori

You pulled on his old shirt then left the bedroom. Toshi questioned from the couch, “Feel better after your shower?”

“Much. Can I lay down with you?”

“Here.” He rested against the back cushions, giving you room in front of him. His hand immediately slid under the shirt to feel your lotioned skin. It drifted up your stomach as kisses strewed over your jaw and neck. A fawning compliment noted your lack of underwear. Two fingers fondly rubbed along you, connecting his leisurely lust to yours. His seeking desire heated your neck, “Will you let me?”

“Please.”

The big T-shirt lifted and he gently edged in, matching his sighs with yours. His caressing hand stilled on your lower stomach. The flaccid warmth casually thickened. New depth registered, nuzzling heavily, lasciviously.

Your hips swayed backward. He tolerated a few before stopping you with a firm but loving command, “You need to stay still, sweetheart.”

You reached back for his side, weakly protesting, “You’re getting hard though.”

“I know.” He kissed your temple, speaking in a tender, teasing voice, “But you’re supposed to stay still. You know that, don’t you?”

“Yes.”

“Then listen to me.” Lips tickled your neck. “Besides, you feel too perfect like this. I want to keep you here as long as possible.” Whispers worshipped your body. “You’re absolutely flawless.” Eyelashes powdered your skin, mirroring the myriad of kisses, “Sublime.”

You smiled and turned your head, accepting his lips. You muttered against them, “Your flattery can get a little cheesy sometimes.”

“I don’t care. It’s all true.” He kissed you deeply, sincerely. “And you deserve all of it.” He continued kissing your shoulder, commending you between each one. His hand remained on your lower stomach, assuring you wouldn’t move or sway. The heft inside fit snug. His care and compassion only made it thrive. He held you to him, leaving you with anticipation and titillation until he took his first thrust.

Yamada Hizashi

He was sitting in his comfy armchair, intently playing a handheld game. Ever since it came out, he’s hardly focused on anything else. It left you deprived of his body. You missed his cuddles. You missed his nuzzling and humming.

“Hizashi?”

“Yeah?” He spared you one glance.

“Can I sit on your lap?” His arms lifted, allowing you to crawl onto him. “Can I pull you out?”

“Go ahead.” He quickly pecked your forehead.

You undid his pants and, after a few pumps, slipped him in one full seat. He groaned into your ear as you kissed and nipped his neck. The ache that’s pestered you channeled to him. Weight inside started swelling, stretching, spurring you to ride. Your nails graced his skin. You sighed his name and humped against him.

That caught his attention. A hand shot to your thigh with a hard grasp- a practiced, paramount grasp that wasn’t going to let you have control. “Not yet, baby. Stay still.”

“Why?”

“Because I said so.” A whine brought a smack to your ass. You gasped and jerked. It justified another, much louder smack. “I’ll finish this level then I’ll play with you. I promise. But you need to stay still until then.”

You agreed.

“Good girl,” he sighed, kissing your forehead, caressing and coddling your body. His praise, his smell, his touch melted your heart. Muscles wanted to clinch. Hips wanted to rock. The arousal eventually took the helm, jerking you.

“Enough.” A harsh spank sounded. “One more time and I won’t let you finish at all. Do you understand me?”

“Yes.”

“Are you telling me the truth?”

“Yes.”

“Good. I don’t like getting sharp with you, baby. You know that.” The game rang a deep tune. “It looks like this will take me a while so sit tight.”

You silenced your whine in his neck. You were left inundated by his command, his body. The suffering itched and ebbed, struggling in your legs, tickling your muscles, writhing, flushing, dribbling from you. But you needed to tolerate it as unfair as it was.

Toyomitsu Taishiro

Tai called your name from the living room. You went out and jumped onto the couch beside him. “Yeah?”

A well-known blush tinted his cheeks, matching the bulge in his pants. His thumb pulled down your bottom lip. “You haven’t sucked me in a while. Something going on, baby?”

“No,” you smiled. “Why? Do you miss me?”

“I miss your mouth.” He kissed you. The sound of his zipper pleased your ears. “Why don’t you kneel for me.”

You complied. When he pulled himself out, you scooted closer. The warmth of his half erection barely reached your fingers when he said, “No touching. Keep your hands in your lap and only use your mouth.”

Tai relaxed back to continue watching his show while you listened to his directions. Leaning forward, you opened and placed your lips around his head, suckling the drips of precum. Your tongue circled and fondled. His smell and taste immersed. Bitterness dribbled as he stiffened. The delicate skin, the fluttery veins, and the smutty savor flourished, sprouting saliva.

A little drivel trickled, wetting your chin. You popped him out. His sleeve wiped it away before you could. “Don’t worry about that.” You held his thigh, about to lick, but your hand was promptly removed. “And I said no touching.”

You drew him back in, struggling to swallow around the thickness. The familiar flavor pacified your breaths, building bliss. Fingers traced over your temple and head. A thrill heated your spine. It crept into your muscles, fostering, harboring a new need. You moaned.

“Shhh, baby girl. Just stay still.”

Another moan slipped out. He hummed, “You’re doing just fine, baby girl.” His voice sweetened, repeating, sinking the pet name into your center. He knew exactly what it stirred.

You tried discreetly pressing a hand to your shorts. It didn’t work. He scolded, “When I say no touching, it includes you too. Don’t make me tell you a fourth time.”

Gripping your thighs, you sat motionless. Saliva and arousal continued to cultivate. You didn’t whine or moan, worried he wouldn’t grant you the pleasure you wanted: pleasure he caused and was now denying you. You just had to sit and wait until he gave you relief.

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amysteriousmessenger · 4 years

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‘Oh, to serve a Princess’ - Ray x Reader NSFW fanfiction

Pairing: Ray x implied female reader CW: Face-riding, fingering, slightly obsessive and a little more confident Ray who just wants to be used Word Count: 4.8k Rating: Explicit

You hadn’t seen Ray in a couple of days, almost a week actually. He said he’d been so busy doing another job for the Saviour that he hadn’t even had time to sleep and had been eating at his desk. He cried on the phone that every time he’d tried to sneak out to come and visit you, a Believer had been waiting outside for him to ask where was going. You missed him, that much was obvious from the ache in your heart, but the punch in your stomach was the worry you had for him. You’d been at Mint Eye for several months, but you had yet to see what tied him so subserviently to the Saviour, besides fear. You’d hoped that he’d at least been eating decently while at his desk, but the various candy bar wrapper sounds you had heard over the phone told you otherwise. You couldn’t help but sigh as you stared out of the window into the night sky. The garden was so beautiful, and you knew how much Ray cherished the flowers growing within it. And yet, it brought you little joy to be enjoying it without him.

Averting your gaze towards the small decorative birdcage that resided in the corner of your room, you couldn’t help but see Ray flash before your eyes again as you touched one of the thin metal bars. Even in the dark lighting of your room, the cage glinted a brilliant gold. You supposed that the cage was just like Magenta. It was so pretty and ornate that, surely, a bird would want to fly willingly towards the gilded embrace it to be loved safely from within its bars. A small bird that longed for protection, to live peacefully. However, it was only when that bird flew into the cage that they would realise it was exactly that: a cage. You felt sick, wiping your fingers against the fabric of your black dress. You’d previously been wearing the dresses that Ray had brought you but they were being cleaned and he’d told you he’d gotten you a new dress, but you hadn’t seen him since he mentioned it. So, you remained in the Mint Eye standard black dress, it was pretty, so you didn’t mind. You looked back between the cage and the garden and figured that the garden would be the lesser of two evils since you’d at least be able to get some fresh air. You grabbed your phone, ID card, and a light shawl just in case it was cold. You didn’t have many shoes with you, but the ground looked dry enough to just wear some light slip-on shoes.

You looked back at the cage once again before swiftly making your way to the door, pulling it open, and having your heart jump out of your chest immediately. Someone was on the other side. It took a second or two for your eyes to adjust and to realise that it was Ray. He hardly looked like Ray. His under-eyes looked practically bruised, he’d lost more weight and he was swaying slightly. He utterly looked exhausted.

‘Ray, are you okay?’ You asked, taking in his appearance. He had brought you a bouquet of gorgeous red roses, but you were more concerned about having him get a little bit of colour in his cheek than the deep rouge of the petals.

‘Yes! I am fine, please do not worry about me, my sweet flower. Might I come in? I know it’s late… I’ve only just finished my work.’

‘Of course, you can but… Ray, you should get some rest first.’ You replied, very much wanting him to get the sleep that he had been so deprived of.

‘A-ah, yes, of course… I did not mean to be a burden, I just hoped I could see you. I went to pick these flowers before I came here, to make up for not visiting’ His half-gloved hands moved the flowers towards you, a pleading look sneaking onto his face. He knew exactly how to have you putty in his hands.

‘Oh, Ray. You’re not a burden. Come in, please, sit down and eat something. They’re so pretty, you know that red roses are my favo- A-ah! Ow!’ you flinched, pulling your hand back from the roses. You’d pricked your finger on a rose thorn. It was only a small drop of blood and didn’t particularly hurt after the initial sting. It was just a tiny dot of blood but, to Ray, it was as though his love had directly hurt you. You didn’t think it was possible, but the colour seemed to drain from his face even more as you watched the panic strike across his features.

‘My princess, I’m so sorry! This is all my fault, I should have de-thorned the roses! I’m so stupid! Useless! I didn’t think and now you’re h-hurt!’ Tears began to well in his eyes, and you couldn’t help but think he looked beautiful, even then.

‘It’s okay, Ray! It’s just a little bit of blood, I just need to take the thorn out.’ You tried to console him as he blamed himself.

‘Please, allow me.’ Ray followed you into the room hurriedly, locking the door behind him. He took the roses from you and placed them on your vanity table. He knew his way around your room very well, since he had personally designed it, and retrieved a small first-aid box from your bathroom. You didn’t think he needed to go to such an effort for such a small, insignificant injury, but figured it would probably bring him a little bit of joy to let him care for you after not being able to see you for so long. He guided you towards your bed, as though you were mortally wounded, and sat down next to you as he fumbled through the small box. He set aside a small band-aid, disinfectant spray, tweezers, and cleaning wipe. You felt bad for worrying ray, especially since he’d had such a rough few days, so you wanted to try and lessen his emotional burden by taking the blame.

‘I’m so clumsy, I usually burn my hands a lot.’ You started before laughing and adding ‘Maybe I should get a pair of gloves like yours, so I stop hurting my fingers so much.’

‘My gloves stop me from biting my nails so much. I often don’t realise I’m doing it but sometimes I just get so anxious. My Saviour told me to wear them to stop biting at my nails and to hide them from her sight, she says my hands aren’t pretty to look at. That they’re a sign of my weakness… Maybe, when I get stronger, I’ll be okay without them. I’m sorry, I need to take the thorn out…’ He whispered as he used the tweezers to remove the thin spike from your skin, making the blood form in a little bubble on the surface of your skin. You could feel your heart clenching as you heard Ray speak about his gloves, and part of you wished you hadn’t mentioned it.

‘It’s okay. I like your gloves Ray, they make you look princely.’ You smiled, using your other hand to gently place your hand on his knee. You felt him tense up for a moment before ever-so-slightly moving closer into your touch.

‘Princely? I-I don’t think I’m good enough for that… but, I’d like to be your prince, if you’d let me, princess.’ Ray replied, averting his gaze back to your finger as he delicately wiped at your finger. Clearly, he was no stranger to disinfecting wounds.

‘You look just like a Prince. I was reading earlier, ‘The Happy Prince’ by Oscar Wilde specifically, and when I read about the Prince having sapphires for eyes, I pictured yours.’ You reached your hand up to stroke his cheek softly with the back of your fingers. You didn’t have the heart to tell him how sad the story of ‘The Happy Prince’ was.

‘Ah… I don’t really know what to say.’ Ray focused on cleaning your finger, his face growing warm under your affection. He couldn’t have hidden the light dusting of a blush even if he had tried.

‘Oh, I’m sorry! I didn’t mean to embarrass you… Your eyes are just pretty.’ You added, worried that you had somehow made him uncomfortable. It was unlike you to be so upfront with Ray, but you just had a pull, a need, to make sure he knew how precious he truly was. He’d never think it for himself, so you wanted to make sure someone told him, at the very least, that he was cherished.

‘P-pretty? I’ve never considered myself pretty, but I like pretty things, like you, and flowers, and the sky… Will you allow me to do something a little bolder than usual?’ He asked, pulling his icy eyes up to meet your gaze for a moment.

‘Of course.’ You knew he’d never do anything without your consent, and you trusted Ray to always treat you with tenderness, so even his ‘boldness’ was sweet. He took a quick intake of breath before bringing your fingertip up to his lips and placing the softest kiss upon where the small prick of blood had begun to reappear, leaving a tiny dot of red on his lips when they left your flesh.

‘I want to… be a Prince for you. They kiss their beloved’s hands, right? And uhm, they- they kiss their love to break the spell.’ He spoke, looking back at your hand as he cupped it with both of his own.

‘True Love’s first kiss? But we’ve kissed before.’ You added, a little confused. You’d done more than kiss before, you’d been with Ray for a few months and the intimacy had been forthcoming. Ray’s adoration was obsessive and, whilst he struggled to accept it, no amount of physical affection was ever enough. He always craved more from the second it was over. But he was uncertain and shy, so sometimes he didn’t know how to ask for more and would, in turn, suffer until you next bestowed it upon him.

‘I wasn’t a Prince then… I want to look after you and treat you like a Princess.’ He said, wrapping the band-aid around your finger and only released your hand to tidy the first-aid box away. You noticed that he hadn’t wiped the blood from his lips despite there being no way that he wasn’t aware of its presence. It was probably the most colour he had on his face at that moment, even in the dim lighting of your bedroom. Ray was almost ghostly in appearance, and yet, so beautiful. It pained you that he couldn’t see that in himself.

‘Okay, you can be my Prince, Ray.’ You whispered. It took a moment for him to hesitate before he tentatively pressed his lips against yours. You hadn’t seen Ray for so long, you had almost forgotten how much you craved his touch. His lips were cold and chapped, more so than usual because of having not looked after himself properly. There was a small tinge from the metallic taste of blood before it quickly vanished, and you could taste the hint of all the sugary snacks that Ray had been subsisting on in his IT room. He was quicker to deepen the kiss than usual, not that you were complaining, but at some point or another: you needed to stop to breathe. It was painfully obvious by the darkening look in Ray’s eyes that he’d have much rather given you his last breath than to pull apart for just a moment longer because as soon as he could, he was back to steal intoxicating kisses from you. You supposed it was due to the lengthy separation that had made Ray be this needy, almost to the point of obsessive , but his kisses were like a drunken summer’s evening: warm and yearning. Yearning for the heat he was so constantly deprived of.

This wasn’t your first time together, so Ray knew what you liked. He knew you liked when he kissed down your neck, when his fingertips danced along your bare shoulders, or when you could feel him whispering into your ear. He was always so meticulously focused on pleasing you that always knew what to do even if he didn’t always have the confidence to execute it without coaxing. This was not one of those times. Ray felt this hunger for you each time, but this time, he didn’t feel the same level of uncertainty that he usually did. Perhaps it was the sleep deprivation, or maybe it was having not had his hands on you in almost a week, but at that moment: you were the drug that Ray was the most addicted to. As he kissed along your neck, your hands found their way into his soft, white hair. Without either of you mentioning it, you both fell back onto the bed together, with Ray leaning over you to continue kissing the sensitive skin on your throat. You couldn’t help but let out small gasps and whimpers under his touch, you really had missed him, after all.

‘Ray…’ You half said, half-moaned. You could feel yourself getting turned on, but the rational part of your brain was reminding you that Ray should get some sleep after having worked for such a long period of time. You wanted him to look after himself, even though that clearly wasn’t at the forefront of his own mind in that moment.

‘Yes, my Princess?’ He pulled away from your neck to ask, looking down into your face from above. He was panting slightly, and you didn’t think it was just from the kissing. Like you, he was flushed in the face and his eyes were half-lidded from sheer hunger.

‘Don’t you think… that you should get some sleep? You were working for so long.’ You said, reaching a hand down from his head to cup his face.

‘D-do you want me to stop?’ Ray asked quickly, a moment of panic flashing that perhaps he had gotten too ahead of himself, that you didn’t want his touch.

‘No, but you’re tired and-’

‘This…is nothing. What kind of Prince doesn’t give his Princess the attention that she deserves, especially after he’s neglected her all week? I-I’ll do anything you ask of me, since it’s you.’ Ray was relieved that it wasn’t him misreading the situation, and you were just concerned for his wellbeing. This wasn’t the lost endurance test he’d had; he could stay awake a little bit longer if it meant getting to be in your company. That much he could manage.

‘A-ah…’ You gasped as he turned to kiss along your bare shoulder. You had missed the sensation of being underneath him like this. His cravat was lightly tickling your chest and you laughed involuntarily. He didn’t take his mouth off of you, but you felt him reach up to his neck with one hand and tug the cravat loose, so it didn’t tickle you as much. He also undid his top button, probably to allow himself to breathe better.

‘H-how do you want me to please you?’ Ray asked, still looking for the confidence to be bolder with verbalising what he wanted to say.

‘Mhm, touch me… Ray.’ You moaned into his ear. You decided that if he really wanted to spend the night with his first moment of freedom, who were you to deny the both of you that enjoyment?

‘Like- like this?’ He asked as he tentatively laid on the bed, half next to you and half on top of you. His gloved hand slowly moved up towards your inner thigh as you parted them to grant him access. Ray’s hand disappeared underneath the hem of your black dress as his fingers found the fabric of your underwear. His confidence seemed to falter for a moment of uncertainty until your own hands found their way into his hair again and you pressed a few butterfly kisses against his sharp jawline.

Usually, Ray took his gloves off to touch you since you wouldn’t actually see his hands in the darkness, but this time he kept them on, primarily because you said that you liked them, and secondly because he wanted to live up to the princely imagery you had described to him. His fingers pressed against you gently, moving in small circular motions up and down the length of you. He’d occasionally vary the pressure depending on which spot he was touching, since he didn’t want to accidentally hurt you. He was teasing you and he didn’t even realise he was doing it. Ray quickly found the spot which made you moan the most. Since he was wearing his gloves, he couldn’t physically feel how turned on you were, so he relied on the mewls you emitted to know that he was doing a good job.

‘More… please.’ You sighed underneath his touch. Ray’s hand found its way into your underwear and you moaned into his mouth as you continued to kiss him, It was safe to say that the situation that definitely gotten heated, but you couldn’t tell from whose face the heat radiated the most, ‘Yeah, just like that…’ You affirmed as his fingers circled around your folds, occasionally teasing at your clit. You briefly wondered why he’d didn’t keep his gloves on for this more often, it felt so good. It carried a certain emotion, being touched with leather gloves, that was making you physically weak at the knees. As much as you enjoyed the feeling of his skin on you, you couldn’t deny that the gloves were definitely doing it for you too. He could feel the slickness of your arousal as his gloved fingers slid along your folds until you were melting against his chest. Ray liked that he was in a position to be able to continuously kiss you as he stroked you, he needed all of you at once. He wanted to be in every single one of your senses, the same way that you were all-encompassing to his. His fingers left you briefly, and you mourned for the sudden lost sensation.

‘My princess, would you mind, uhm, lifting your hips up for me?’ He asked in a husky manner that was almost unlike him. He sounded so needy, you immediately complied and helped him to remove your underwear. While you were there, you also kicked off the slipped that you had put on for your long-forgotten walk into the garden. Once you laid back down, Ray’s obsessive hands soon found their way back to your body.

After another minute or so of circling your clit, his fingers lowered themselves to your entrance. He waited, asking for permission, before slowly entering you with his hand. As always, he was patient with your body, especially after having not touched you for a while. He added one finger at first, moving it slowly to let you adjust, before quickly adding another. You had missed the feeling of having him inside you like this. Ray had to adjust his wrist slightly before he continued to let him curl his finger against you, rubbing along your wall in a ‘come hither’ motion. While you had some lube in your bedside table, you didn’t think there’d be a need for it, since you could feel how turned on you were from the cool air hitting the wetness on your thighs. You moaned out affection and affirmations to Ray as he increased his speed as he let you pull him into kisses at will or held his head against your chest. However you wanted to hold him, he’d happily go along with it.

‘It’s so good, Ray- ah, right there!’ You choked as he hit the spot that made you almost see stars. He tried to focus on hitting that spot, again and again, his hand becoming wetter and wetter which each passing tap on your g-spot. You were somewhat embarrassed that you could actually hear the motion of Ray’s fingers moving in and out of you but it just seemed to spur him on more. He really was talented with those fingers.

‘I want... more. I saw something that I want to try. I-I promise I’ll do my best to make it feel good… I don’t quite know how to phrase it. I want to taste you, from above-’ He explained, slightly haphazardly.

‘Are you sure? Won’t I be too heavy?’ You questioned; a little bit uncertain of his request.

‘Of course not. In the video I saw, they used a pillow to support their neck and-’ He started, but you couldn’t help interject with laughter.

‘Ray, were you watching porn?’ It just seemed so out of character for him.

‘No! I mean, technically, yes. It wasn’t mine… I was checking that none of the Believers were trying to look at stuff they shouldn’t be and I… found a video. I thought it looked like you might enjoy it. I found that I… wanted to please you like that.’ His face flushed with embarrassment, even after everything that had just happened, he was suddenly embarrassed that he stumbled across and watched a porn video.

‘We can try it, if you want.’ The embarrassment spread from Ray to you, realising that you were, in fact, going to be sitting on his face. You were a little bit self-conscious about your body, so you said you wanted to keep your dress on, and Ray replied that thought you were beautiful, but he understood body issues and wouldn’t push you since this was already out of your comfort zone. Ray removed his fingers from you again and, with his other hand, he laid a pillow flat on the bed and positioned it so his neck was supported at a slight angle. You were a little nervous about hurting him, but since he wanted to try it, you were willing to give it a try.

You sat up, unsure how to how exactly you were supposed to get on his face without crushing him, but still equally as desperate for stimulation. You lifted your dress up and bunched it at your hips, throwing one leg over Ray’s chest so you were almost straddling him at the next. You waited for him to give the okay to move closer and put yourself in his mouth. You felt his hands steady your thighs as he nudged you close to him, clearly equally as eager to use his mouth on you as you were to have him do it.

Ray started with a few small, sensitive kisses along your folds, earning small shudders from above. You felt a little scared to move, in case you fell and hurt him, so you intended to just let him take his time in what he was doing, he was going you so much attention after all. You felt him stick out his tongue and run it in a line up and down you, your breath hitching in your throat when he grazed it over your clit again and again. And then, almost all at once, Ray pushed your hips into your face, so you were completely on his mouth. It was as though something took over him, a hungry desire that he didn’t verbalise, but you could see burning in his eyes as he took mouthful after mouthful of you, You threw your head back in pleasure and choked out his name in broken moans. You hadn’t expected Ray to be so upfront with wanting to do something like this, and then actually taking control with it.

His gloved hands were on your hips, moving you over his mouth with speed. He was practically begging you to use him, to let him make you feel good. Ray wanted nothing more than to be useful to you, especially like this. He needed that useless body of his to be good for something, to be good for you. He’d never want for anything ever again if you were to, at the very least, allow him to stay by your side like this. This much he could do. Was it selfish of him to think such a thing? Perhaps. But he decided that, with everything he’d endured in his life, he was allowed to keep that one selfish thought close to his heart. It was a little difficult for him to manage while you were obstructing his view, but Ray undid his trousers and began lightly touching his own erection since it had become uncomfortable to ignore, using your own arousal on his gloves as a lubricant. He was already painfully hard from pleasuring you, but he didn’t need any of the attention to be on him tonight, he wanted to be there just to please you, to serve you.

He stroked himself with one hand and continued to guide you over his face with the other. He particularly liked it when you found the confidence to grip your hands in his hair and start moving yourself against his tongue, using him in the way he wanted you to. You had already been starting to get close to an orgasm when Ray had had his hands inside of you, so it didn’t take very long for the sensation to start building once again. Personally, Ray didn’t have too much stamina so he had to delay his own orgasm for as long as possible to be able to continue watching the show above him to his utmost benefit. He preferred watching you as you moved against him, and he felt drunk when you made eye contact with him whilst you did it. He was the only one who got to see you like this, the only one. He didn’t care what he had to do to keep it that way, he’d be possessive, obsessive, compulsive if needs be to ensure that that would remain the case.

Above, you felt the pressure of an orgasm building quickly under the merciless assault of Ray’s tongue. You could feel that Ray was picking up his own pace and moaning onto you, which felt fucking great. He was starting to get close too, which made sense because of how aroused he had been just from touching you. Besides, he definitely hadn’t had any time to release himself all week, he was probably just a bit pent up too. His lips were pursed over your clit, swapping between kissing it and sucking on it and then using his tongue when you picked up speed in order to let you fuck yourself on it, praises and prayers falling freely from your mouth.

‘Fuc- Ray! I think I’m gonna-’ You didn’t even have a chance to finish your statement before Ray picked up the speed he was moving your hips at, quickly sending you over the edge in his mouth. Did he stop moving you, just because you’d climaxed? Absolutely not. Through the blinding pleasure, Ray continued to use his mouth on you until your legs started to twitch from the overstimulation. It was watching you writhe above him, knowing that he’d done such a good job that allowed him to find his own orgasm too, quickly releasing over his hand. He touched himself through his peak, mentally visualising how both of your arousals must look mixed between his fingertips. He closed his eyes, feeling lost in the moment where all of his pent-up frustrations from the last week came crumbling down into a moment of practical peace.

When he was done, you removed yourself from his mouth and collapsed on the bed next to him. You were both panting heavily as you crawled to his side, placing exhausted kisses along his jaw and temple. His hair was a mess from where you’d run your hands through it, but you thought it just made him look cute. You weren’t surprised to see how quickly the exhaustion took over Ray after he caught his breath and you convinced him to take the risk and sleep in your room for the night, since you weren’t entirely certain he’d made it all of the way back to his own room without passing out. You took turns in the bathroom, cleaning yourselves up from the unfolded events of the night, and crawled into bed together.

‘I love you, Ray. I really do.’ You said, embraced in one another’s arms in the darkness.

‘I love you too, my sweet Princess.’ He replied, clearly trying to fight off the sleep to continue talking to you.

You pressed one more kiss into his pale cheek, ‘I wish you’d know how precious you were to me.’ You whispered, but he was already unconscious.

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kanene-yaaay · 3 years

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Go to Sleep

Kanene’s note: Gosh, having a schedule is weird. I just wanna post everything I already wrote and ramble non stop about it asdfgtyujkigfdo. XD

Well, this was suppose to be a drabble, but it’s very long so sdftyujikgfred. I hope you like it!

Warnings, fun facts, random things and stuff:

* This characters don’t belongs to me! They all belong to Thomas Sanders from the serie Sanders Sides.

* This is a SFW tickle fanfic. If you don’t appreciate this kind of content, please, look for another blog. There are a plenty of fabulous arts in this site!! ^w^)b

* This is Lee!Virgil with Ler!Roman. Around 1.500 words.

* Sorry for any spelling, pontuation and grammar mistakes! Any and every advice is very very welcome! \(-w-)/

* Listen a bit to the birds today. Changing the way you think is not a bad thing. Drink water, sleep, eat and love!

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Roman growled, missing by a few inches the button of his thunderous, infuriating alarm before finally hitting it. Staring and blinking lazily at the numbers his brain struggled to discern and recognize, only to confirm it was really time to wake up and start the day. He grabbed his pillow and squeezed it with all the strength he could muster, rolling from one side to other on the mattress, trying to wake up his body as quick as his mind and almost falling from the bed a reasonable number of times during the process.

He got up, yawing, stretching and humming as the first lyrics of the day stuck on his head, hand rubbing at his eyes as he followed the kitchen’s direction with slow steps and tired sways on the beat of the song.

Two dark, wide eyes stared right back at him, their owner completely frozen on the spot with his hand inside the cabinet, probably already holding some sort of a snack. Roman also stopped mid-step, gears running inside his mind, gaze locked on the other, his brow progressively furrowing.

“Virgil,” he began, voice slightly hoarse “What the heckty heck are you doing up? It’s barely seven in the morning!” Virgil only stared back, slowly closing the cabinet’s door, as if afraid the movement would startle the other. Roman proceeded to get some eggs and other cold ingredients from the refrigerator for the breakfast, his words growing more awake and vivid as they spilled with no filter or whatsoever from his lips. “You got an early shift again or something? Those are absolutely hellish. A bunch of people exhausted, tired and glaring at you as if you are the holder of all their problems and their solutions can only be achieved by being insufferable pieces of- Urg. I can’t believe they would give you one right after you got the night one. Damn, I didn’t even see you arriving here yesterday!”

He turned his attention back at the other, looking for a kind of frustration in the place of the still startled, wide gaze which continued to be directed at him. Virgil nodded slowly, stepping away and putting some physical distance between him and the confusion on Roman’s features.

Then, between the strings of sleepiness that clouded his brain, it clicked.

Suddenly more details on the other’s behavior started to become clearer: the way Virgil’s hair was messier than his usual ““style”” (Roman scoffed mentally, thinking that if he rolled his eyes any harder they would never come back to his normal place again), his wary, yes, but way too much slow movements, the way he seemed to be unable to stop blinking at every millisecond and, above it all, the final piece of the puzzle.

Virgil wasn’t wearing his pajamas.

“YOU DIDN’T!” Roman gasped, as if Virgil’s life choices were a personal attack. “YOU DIDN’T GET ANY SLEEP LAST NIGHT!!” A turn of heels and he was again fixating his glare on the other, his free hand accusingly pointing in his direction, receiving an annoyed hiss as immediate answer.

“Shut up!” Virgil snarled, practically growling back at him. “It’s fucking seven am don’t be so freaking loud.”

“Don’t change the subject! Why didn’t you go to sleep?”

The one being questioned just snorted, half amused. “Bold of you to assume I’d ever sleep in my whole life.”

“That is it.” Virgil didn’t even have the time to wonder the meaning of his friend’s sentence before the aforementioned picked him up, resulting to a not very contained shriek escaping from his lips and his hands not much gracefully – or gently, although since they were keen on just jumping on each other out of nowhere to play fight Princey would be fine - meeting his friend’s face.

“Roman! What the he-”

“Did you just SLAP me? My beautiful face?! Before my own beautiful eyes??” Virgil Storm always got, even if he would never admit this out loud, surprised with Roman’s capacity of doing a series of offended incoherent noises which evolved to words before being carefully metamorphosed in weird noises all over again, and in the end still managing to form comprehensible sentences. His surprise did nothing to quell the grumpy snark immediately flying from lips, though.

“And I’m going to do it again if you don’t let me go in this exact instant.”

“You go and try to help and that is the acknowledgement you get,” The one wearing pajamas with little crows printed on it huffed, mumbling in a lower tone as he noticed the sharp gaze being thrown in his direction. “fucking unbelievable.”

“I still can hear you, Princey. You’re literally carrying me.”

“I sTiLL cAn HeAr yOu-OW! Ow! Ow!” The sentence was interrupted when the sleep deprived one punched Roman’s shoulder. “You’re insufferable, you know that?”

“Let me fucking gAAH!” In a way his wish was granted, one could say as they watched his protest being cut as Storm was impolitely tossed on his bed, Roman quickly following his friend on the mattress, arms hugging him from behind, and physically preventing him from escaping his current soft predicament. “Prince, you’re dead.”

“Shhh, no talking. We’re sleeping.”

“We are not. You are being a pain in ass and I am about to defenestrate you.” Despite his fervent protests, his sharp, flaming glare began to lose its heat, his body not doing any actual effort to free himself from the other’s – strong, good - grip, muscles starting to relax against the great warmth involving him in a comfortable and secure blanket.

“Sure, sure, mister Grumpy Pants, you can do that when you wake up.” He tightened a bit his hold around Virgil, yet being the most careful as possible, actively ignoring the annoyed hiss his friend gave him. His hoodie was really fluffy at the touch, slightly remembering his stuffed animals he frequently hugged to sleep.

For a moment, everything was pleasantly quiet. The one with smudged makeup, since he hadn’t time to get it off before being trapped by his roommate and best friend, felt the tiredness becoming sleepiness as the seconds went by.

…That was until an electric sensation shot across his spine, leading him to almost jump in the same place

“S-stop nuzzling me!”

“Hm? Oh sorry.” Virgil pressed his lips tightly closed, preventing the wobbly giggles to escape as Roman speaks, not realizing how close his mouth was from the base of his neck, every breath sending tickly shocks across every nerve. “You’re just too much sooooft.”

Roman opened an eye when realized that no snark remark from the other followed his words, the figure in his arms shaking too much to be asleep. A frown painted his feature as he readjusted the position of his hands, trying to get a bit more of balance to look at Virgil’s face when suddenly a high-pitched yelp escaped, cutting the air and immediately catching their attention.

“Did you just squeal?” He questioned as his glare assumed a playful shine seeing a blush spread on his now frozen friend.

“It was NOT a squeal! It was a yelp.” Virgil’s words came so fast that they almost tripped on themselves. Roman snorted, a smile taking over his face. “Get off me!” and, in the moment the one wearing a hoodie tried to pry his hand from the spot on his right side where it was resting, the pieces finally clicked in the right place and his smile quickly submerged, giving space to a smirk.

‘No WAY Doctor Doom and Gloom is ticklish!’

However, the red lover only blinked as the true personification of innocence and naiveness, his hand firm in its place, fingers starting to slowly move, light pokes being delivered on the sensitive skin. “But why that, Knight Mare? It’s cold and all I could ever want is just to hug my bestest friend!”

“You already hugged me, now go aWAY!” His voice trembled in the last second, the exact moment his thumb experimentally scratched the spot right under the lowest ribs, leading a surprised squeak to leave Virgil’s mouth.

They both stared at each other, gleaming, filling their wide eyes.

“No.” Virgil said, trying to squirm away but finding himself stuck between Prince and the wall. Roman didn’t even attempt to hide his smug grin, anymore. This was going to be so much fun

“Don’t you dare! Don’t you freaking dare!!” His friend only laid down again, now carefully, yet firmly, pulling him one more time against his chest, growling playfully. Years and years fighting for the Tickle Monster title on his family, battles and battles against Remus only sharpening his skills, which showed by the way his fingers seemed to find every single weak spot on Virgil’s skin, wiggles, scribbles, pokes and scratching exploring everywhere. “No! Nononono! You fucker, you moron, you bitch, you-” A few chuckles cut his curses as he one wearing pajamas squeezed his side a couple of times, the tip of his fingers also teasing his ticklish stomach. “Roman!!”

“No, no, my so dear, so ticklish, friend. Roman is no longer here, this is…” He paused for a dramatic effect, basically beaming at the giggly giggles and wiggly wiggles from the other. He shoved his face on his neck, the next words vibrating almost as bad as the spidering on his ribs. “The Tickle Monster!!”

#Cursing #This is inspired on a meme I saw that was basically two beans staring each other like ':0' with the legend 'Me waking up at 5 AM' and-#- 'My roomate going to sleep at 5 AM'#Idk why but this is so funny to me xDDD #I will probably use that exact scenario in others fics in the future #Lee!Virgil #Ler!Roman #Ticklish!Virgil #Sanders Sides tickles #Sanders Sides tickling #Kanene's Fanfic #Kanene's Fic #Kanene's Art #I couldn't write the tickles here for some reason xDD Honestly if someone want to continue the idea/fic pls feel free to!#I really like this idea xP

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whump-a-la-mode · 3 years

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Hexbolt

Inspired by my own prompts? Maybe a little bit.

Summary: The former villain Hex makes a desperate choice to escape captivity-- only to realize just what they have gotten into.

CW//Solitary confinement, extreme isolation, attempted self harm, screaming, sensory deprivation, desperation, captivity, crying, syringes, trackers

The cell had been designed for them.

Hex had realized that the moment they’d been thrown in, though the implications hadn’t struck them all at once. The cage was six foot by six foot-- at least, that was how they’d approximated it, considering that when they stretched out, their head touched one wall and their feet brushed the other. It was the same in the vertical direction, giving them enough room to stand, but nothing else.

They weren’t claustrophobic. At the very least, they had been trying to convince themself that they weren’t for the last...

The last...

How long had they been in here?

There was no indication of night or day-- the walls, floor, and ceiling alike were all coated in a thick black rubber, devoid of windows of any sort. Even the single vent had been covered with a thin layer of black, allowing in only the smallest breaths of stale air. The door was the same. They knew there was a door, but it was only visible when open.

Hex had no idea how long their world had been consumed by black. Long enough that whenever the slot on the cell door was opened, it hurt their eyes, making them flinch back.

There were scared of the light, even as it sounded stupid to think about. Well, they weren’t scared of the light. Not exactly. Moreso, they were frightened by its implication.

Light meant attention. It meant that someone had remembered them, here in this hole.

Usually, it only meant this in a minor way: One of the guards had remembered to bring them food, or water. That might have happened on a regular basis, or it might have not. Without light, without human contact, they had no way of knowing. Sometimes, food came. That was all.

Sometimes they would catch a glimpse of a hand, or, even better, a face. Something, anything, to remind them that other humans existed.

They cried, those days. Even as they tried not to think about life before, about life before this little black box, they could not. They only knew the cage.

In a way, they hated just how simple it had been to contain them. With the ability to take hold of technology, escape should have been simple-- a matter of tripping a fire alarm, or, if their captors had been particularly careless, simply opening their own cell door remotely.

But they could not grasp anything beyond a rubber wall, blocking their signals. Their powers had a range, at the moment, of six feet by six feet. There was not so much as a light they could play with.

Only silence and black.

They screamed sometimes. No one heard. Slamming against the walls of their cell did equally little-- the rubber was too flexible to provide any sort of sound or injury.

A stupid little box. That was all it took to contain Hex. They had always thought the League of Heroes to be far too stupid to come up with something restrictive enough, strong enough to keep them contained. But they had. And it was a box.

Did their former foes even remember them? Timeline? Mantas? The Sentinel? Anyone?

Maybe they were dead. Maybe everyone they had known was, passed of old age while they were in this six by six by six foot cube. Perhaps, something in this cell was simply keeping them alive. Prolonging their loneliness.

And no one would ever remember them, ever again.

Hex shifted to a sitting position, back pressed against one of the rubber walls. Which one was lost to them-- they could not see in the dark, and there was no difference between the walls anyways.

They hugged their legs to their chest. When had they become so... thin? Was that it? Or had they simply forgotten what they used to look like? They knew they were getting lost in their own thoughts again, but they couldn’t help it. There was nothing else in here, nothing else to engage with.

If their foes had forgotten them, had their friends? All the other villains? Had their inside jokes turned into wistful memories? Their face a fixture in the background of ancient photographs?

They were crying. Maybe if they shed enough tears, dehydration would take them.

The very thought of it brought a warmth of hope to their chest. It was for the sake of that warmth that they allowed their tears to consume them, running down their face, their neck, their dusty grey prison uniform, until, at long last, their own sobs lulled them to a deeper, unconscious darkness.

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Hex awoke to light. Hex never awoke to light.

So much light, it burned them, even as they scrambled to cover their eyes. They sputtered, trying to speak, but their attempts were of no use. Instead, they could only wait as their eyes adjusted to the new, blazing inferno before them.

It took far too long, but when they could at last see, their field of vision was filled by a figure, taking up the doorway.

“I asked, are you alive in there?” The idea of a human voice was so horribly unfamiliar, it took Hex a moment to remember what exactly speech was.

“I- I” Their throat was so dry, their words came out as a croak. “What’s going on?”

It was the figure’s next words that made Hex recognize them.

“Guess that’s as good of an answer as any. Long time no see, V-23.”

Why was the Chief here? They were always so busy, so secretive, so...

Why would they care about a forgotten, caged animal?

Their next words were stupid, they knew that, but they needed to know.

“A- Are there any others? Is anyone else still around?”

Uproarious laughter.

“You thought that your friends are anywhere near strong enough to take us out?”

No. They thought age would have taken them.

“I don’t know.” Hex whimpered. Even with the insulting, mocking tone with which they were addressed, they could feel tears beading at the corners of their eyes. Tears of joy, accompanied by a blazing warmth in their chest. “I don’t know.”

“Well, 23, have you enjoyed your stay?”

They were still in the box. They were still- and the door was open. The door was open! They could leave, go, and-

Hex could hardly believe that their legs could still carry their weight. They scrambled to their feet, surging forth, only to be struck.

A hand about their neck, a hand large enough to practically wrap all the way around. It pushed them back, making them fall to their back.

“What?” More laughter. “You thought your sentence was over? You thought you were leaving? Give me a break.”

The tears spilling down their face turned cold. Was their any purpose to this visit besides gloating?

“But, I suppose it’s good to see that you can still walk. Now, you know I’m busy, and I know that I couldn’t care less about you. Trust me, I wouldn’t be looking at your face if I had a choice in the matter. You see, I have an offer for you.”

“An offer?”

“Not that I enjoy dealing with villains, but yes. A deal.”

“A deal.” They repeated.

“Great job, you remember English. Crazy how that works.”

“Shut up.” No. Keep talking, please keep talking.

“Well, you do have that option, believe it or not. Let’s make this very, very simple. You have two choices. First option, I leave you alone. I close this door, and you go back to your little dog crate.”

No. Please no.

“Second option.” There was a horrid, wicked grin to the Chief’s face. “Second option, you switch sides. To put it simply for your little brain, we need a spy. A mole. And you’re just harmless enough to fit that role. You will return to your little friends, and report back.”

Hex felt their heart skip a beat, before beginning to race.

Back home. Back to their friends. More importantly, out of this box. Eating food that could be described as edible, instead of moist blocks of something grey. They could go home, again.

But...

It would mean going against everything. Everyone.

But if they were out of this box, they could do anything. They were sure of that. They could fly, breathe fire, pick up a car, anything, just as soon as they were out of this box. They could escape. Then everything could be like it was before!

And they would never again be placed in a box.

“Yes.” They gasped, exasperated.

“That doesn’t answer my question.”

“I’ll work for you.”

“Good.” The Chief smiled. “Come on, then. We will discuss this further somewhere else. But first, doctor?”

The first figure moved aside, making way for a second, less imposing one, draped in a lab coat. Hex skittered backwards, noting the item in the doctor’s hand-- a sort of broad- tipped syringe. They reached the back of the cell far too quickly.

The doctor stepped forth, and Hex felt their heart lurch to their throat. What did they want? In a moment of unprecedented agility, they darted around them, aiming for the door-- only to be caught in a strangling headlock.

Hex struggled, straining against the Chief’s arm with their hands, but their strength was minuscule compared to that of their captor.

“Where does it go?” The Chief asked gruffly.

“In the neck.” The doctor replied.

They nodded, and Hex felt a second arm wrap about their midsection, holding them still. They could not see the needle being inserted, but they could feel its pinch.

When the Chief finally allowed them to move, they skittered backwards, scratching at the skin that had been pierced. The pinch was only evidenced, now, by the tiniest puncture.

“W-What did you-?” Hex stammered, scratching more forcibly, as though it would remove whatever had been forced beneath their skin. “What did you do?”

The Chief smirked, letting loose a small chuckle.

“Well, we wouldn’t want our little doggy running away, would we? It’s only a tracker. Now, come on. We have a lot to discuss.”

#villain whumpee #trackers #whump #whump community #hero villain whump

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ahkaahshi · 4 years

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sensations [kuroo tetsurou x reader]

pairing: kuroo tetsurou x fem reader

genre: smut (18+)

warning(s): explicit sexual content, blindfolding, bondage, penetrative sex, oral sex, a bit of power play, dirty talk, swearing, creampie, a bad pun (from kuroo, of course), you call him daddy a couple times (bc I couldn’t resist I'm not sorry), porn without a plot

word count: 2.8k

overview: leave it up to kuroo to teach you that sometimes less is more--in terms of the control you have, that is.

At the present moment in time, there’s not much you can see or do.

The murky darkness of the silk blindfold tied around your head is depriving you of your sight while the corded rope encircling your wrists and ankles—skillfully knotted to tighten each time you move—severely restricts your range of motion.

And though there’s not much you can see or do, you can feel and hear everything.

You can hear every deep breath and whisper of his that spreads heat across your skin like a flow of molten lava. Feel each of his fingers kneading the supple skin of your inner thighs as they move tantalizingly close to your aching core before retreating once more. Every touch lights your senses ablaze, and his voice only seems to act as a kerosene that makes every nerve ending in your body burn brighter.

“I’ve been thinking about this all day,” he purrs from where his head hovers near your ear, “How pretty you’d look all tied up for me.” One of his hands drifts up towards where your wrists are tied together to trail his fingers along yours. “The sight’s better than I ever could’ve imagined.”

“Tetsu…” you whimper with a wiggle of the hips, trying to bring his attention to where you need him most.

Short waves of warmth fan across your neck as he chuckles at your impatience. “Try and resist all you want, (f/n), but remember: you’re playing my game,” he comments lowly, giving your bound wrists a gentle squeeze as a reminder, “I’ll fuck that pretty pussy of yours just the way you want me to soon enough, so just be a good, patient girl for me and do what I say, okay?”

A small smirk creeps onto your lips before you arch your back slightly and whine, “I’ll be good for you, daddy.”

The hand he has resting on your thigh becomes a vise that tightens in response to your words. “Such a fucking tease.” He nips your neck roughly, eliciting a squeal of surprise from between your lips. “Mm. I’d much rather hear sounds like that coming from you.”

Soon, his lips are traveling down to your collarbone and sternum before he presses them against the swell of your breast. A slow drag of his tongue along one of your hardened nipples as he moves his grip up from your leg to roll the other between his fingers has you releasing another mewl of pleasure. The throbbing you feel emanating from between your legs soon becomes too intense for you to ignore, and his name leaves your mouth once more in a heaving breath. Seeing how restless you’re becoming is enough to prompt him to slide his hand down your stomach, taking his time tracing every bone and muscle he can feel beneath your skin along the way, and position it close enough to your entrance for you to feel his warmth.

You feel the bed shift beside you moments before his lips brush against yours, making you flinch at the suddenness of his touch—which he apologizes for by gently skimming his thumb along your cheek. Slowly, he dips a finger between your glistening folds already spread wide for him by the restraints keeping your legs open, and asks, “Is this what you want, huh, baby?”

“Yes!” you chirp, following your enthusiastic response with a gentle moan. At feeling him circle your swollen bud that’s been aching to be touched for what feels like too long, your body relaxes into the mattress. He swallows any further sounds that leave your lips with open-mouthed kisses. You can hear the cadence of his breaths speed up as his tongue glides along yours while his fingers slip into your weeping pussy with a nearly obscene squelch, given that he’s only just started touching you the way you want him to.

You’re certain that the sensation of your velvety walls clamping down on his digits as he edges them closer to the sweet spot inside of you is conjuring lewd images inside his head, since his breathing is slowly becoming more ragged and his kisses more desperate. Upon feeling the bed move once again as he pulls his lips away from yours with a loud smack, your heart leaps with anticipation—though you wish more than anything that you could see the way he’s looking at you.

“I wanna taste you, baby girl,” he hums, his low voice sending vibrations through your chest when he presses his mouth against your neck. “Do you want that?”

“Mhm!”

“Beg for it, then.”

Needily, you mewl, “I wanna cum all over your face, daddy! Please, let me!”

The deep groan you hear him emit is one of satisfaction with your answer. “For someone who’s usually so stubborn, you’re always so quick to beg for me,” he muses, moving his lips to your ears once more so he can whisper, “I love it.” His voice sends tingles skittering down your spine and hearing the springs in the mattress creak as he readjusts his position so he can place his head between your legs has your body buzzing with suspense. The soft strands of his haphazardly styled hair brushing against your inner thighs make your legs quiver, and his large hands move to hold them in place. Another wave of heat travels along your throbbing core in the form of a long sigh he exhales before dragging his tongue from your entrance to your clit.

A loud moan escapes your mouth at feeling his hot tongue blazing the path along your slit you’ve so desperately been waiting for it to travel. But the way he’s maintaining a pressure too light for your liking has you fighting the restraints keeping your wrists over your head, preventing your hands from moving to his head to pull him closer. He must notice your futile struggle, since he suddenly shoves his tongue inside of you. “Mm…” he murmurs and places a small kiss against the inside of your thigh, “You taste so fucking good.” His hands reach beneath you to grab your rear and move your hips closer to him so you can feel his mouth more intensely.

As he sets himself to devouring you like he hasn’t eaten in days, licking and sucking your little pearl at a maddening speed, you grind your hips against his face. It’s clear how much he loves having you fall apart at the mercy of his tongue in spite of his constant teasing. Soon, your breathing becomes more and more labored, and your movements shakier as he pushes you to and over the edge of your orgasm before you have any time to process it. Your jaw slackens completely as his name leaves your mouth more times than you can count while you rut against his face.

His tongue dives into your entrance as you release, lapping up every drop of your delicious nectar as if it’s worth more to him than anything he could ever buy. “Perfect,” he praises. You feel his lips curl into a grin when he presses them into the plush skin of your thigh to give it a gentle nip. “Always a woman of your word, aren’t you?” You nod in your euphoric haze as you fill and empty your lungs with deep breaths since you can’t find any control over your vocal cords. In the silence following your climax, you hear the distinct sound of metal clinking against itself, followed by that of what you can only assume is his belt being pulled out of the loops on his pants.

Making sure he doesn’t surprise you with his touch again, he trails a hand from your leg up to your chin to tilt it towards his lips. The way his fingertips glide across your jawline while his thumb tracing soothing circles around your cheekbones elicits a small sigh of contentment from you that he cuts off by pressing his lips against yours again. You can taste yourself on his tongue when he swipes it across yours, and you would be caught up in his kisses if you weren’t aware of the nearly inaudible sounds of a zipper being pulled down and fabric rustling. You know what’s coming before he even speaks.

“Let me see what else that gorgeous mouth of yours can do,” he rasps, running his thumb along your lower lip before dipping it into your mouth, coaxing you to open it for him, “Keep it open nice and wide for me, baby girl. But, you don’t need me to tell you that, do you?” His last sentence is spoken with such a sneer that you can practically see the shit-eating smirk on his face.

Obediently, you keep your lips parted, even going so far as to stick your tongue out for him just to hear him hiss at the sight. The bed depresses near your elbows moments before you feel his large head slide along the top of your tongue, spreading the familiar taste of precum along it. With a soft moan, you wait for him to nestle the full length of his shaft into your mouth before closing it so he can rock his hips against your face. Since your restraints don’t give you an inch of room to move and set the pace, you’re completely at your boyfriend’s mercy.

However, he knows how much you can take and he’s gentle with his thrusts, being careful not to push himself too deeply into your throat to make you gag. Now, it’s your turn to listen to him grunt and curse as your tongue swirls around the tip of his cock each time he pulls out of your mouth with a pop. “That’s it, baby. You’re so good to me,” he comments as his dick twitches against your tongue. As he picks up the pace, you do your best to accommodate him, putting your best effort into sucking him off just the way he likes.

Just as you’re starting to adjust to the rhythm he’s set, he slides himself out of your mouth, making you whine softly at the sudden feeling of emptiness. “I want you inside me, Tetsurou,” you confess softly, “Please.”

“Want me to fuck you so good you cream all over my cock?” he questions, his voice moving closer to your ear as he lowers his head towards yours.

Without even thinking, you nod and whisper, “Yes.”

And in the next instant, he’s gripping your hips, lifting them off the bed so he can place a pillow beneath your lower back. Then, his long, shuddering breaths fall upon your neck and shoulder as he eases his cock into your drenched core slowly so not to hurt you. The way your walls flutter around him lovingly elicits a low groan from his throat while he slides himself deeper and deeper within you until he bottoms out with a sigh. Your legs shake as they fight against the ropes, trying to wrap around his back in an act that’s instinctive to you. “Patience, sweetheart,” he breathes, placing a kiss against your neck.

Though it’s hard to fight your natural urges to throw your arms and legs around them, you try your best not to resist the position he’s put you in, since you’re well aware that your patience is always rewarded and whining punished. And with the way you feel so deliciously full now that his cock is buried deep inside your core, you don’t want to do anything that’ll make him stop.

Every inch of your body feels like it’s ablaze now that his bare skin is pressed against yours. As he begins thrusting into you at a gentle speed, slight overstimulation soon morphs into pure pleasure, and soft whispers of appreciation start rolling off your tongue that Kuroo reciprocates and rewards by snapping his hips against yours a bit harder. With your eyes covered and your limbs bound to the bed, your full attention’s focused on his saccharine words as well as every feature of his cock as he pushes it into you hard enough to make the springs of the mattress creak.

It’s not long before he gets caught up in the sensation of being sheathed within your pulsating walls, and you gasp rather loudly when he moves away from you to yank at the knots around your ankles. Once they’re freed, you barely have enough time to stretch your legs before his hot hands find your waist to flip you over onto your stomach. “Tetsu!” you moan loudly as he pulls your hips towards his so he can plunge inside of you once more. “Fuck, that feels so good!”

“Yeah?” he questions, picking up his pace in response to your comment.

You nod even though your head feels too heavy to lift and rest the side of your face against your arm as you sink as deeply into the bed as you can when your hands are still stretched above you. The feverish pants escaping your mouths mingle with the slapping of your skin as he hits your core with deep and fast strokes. “Right there; right there!” you cry out when he reaches a spot within you that floods your stomach with heat and sends pleasure coursing through your aching legs.

He drills you harder, hellbent on hitting your sweet spot just so he can see you fall apart all over again at his actions. “C’mon,” he goads, his normally smooth raspy as it echoes from behind gritted teeth, “You can do it, baby. Cum all over my cock just like the good girl I know you are.”

With just a few more, precisely placed thrusts, you come undone all over again mewling his name like it’s the only word you know. Your hips buck madly against his as you chase your high, and you feel his burning breath fan across your back as a string of swear words and praises fall onto your skin. At the euphoric sensation of your pussy greedily clamping down on his cock, he soon reaches his limit and finishes inside of you, painting your walls white with his seed as he releases inside of you. Another gentle whimper gets caught in your throat when he pulls out of you and absentmindedly runs his fingers along your folds—collecting any cum that’s seeping out of you so he can push it back inside of you

As the two of you collapse onto the bed, listening only to the sound of your heavy breathing while you lie in the haze of your orgasms, Kuroo gently moves you onto your back once more and sets himself to undoing the knot around your wrists. Once they’ve been freed, he unties the last one holding the silk blindfold around your head. Slowly, you open your eyes, bringing the scene around you into view.

As your (e/c) gaze fixes on his face for the first time in what seems like an eternity, you take in every aspect of his appearance—from the small beads of sweat that have formed on his forehead to the slightly reddened hue of his cheeks. Now, being able to see the way his own hazel eyes travel along your form to admire the sight before him makes your heart flutter in your chest.

Seeing your gaze fixed to his face brings a small smile to his lips before he presses them against your forehead. When you finally realize that you’re able to move your hands without having them come to a jarring halt, you wrap your arms around his shoulders so you can pull his body down towards yours. With a deep sigh, he plants an affectionate kiss against your lips and asks, “So, how was that?”

“I liked it,” you reply with a grin that elicits a small chuckle from him, “But when the hell did you learn how to tie those knots, and get good enough to tie them that quickly?”

He taps your lower lip with his index finger and jokes, “I’m knot telling you.” The pun wipes the smile right off your face even though he finds it rather witty.

“You’re so lame.”

He comments, with a shrug and roll of the eyes, “Say what you will now, but I’m sure you’ll be changing your tune later.”

“And why’s that?”

Moving his mouth closer to your ear and sliding his hand along your waist in a way that has your body abuzz with sensation once more, he murmurs, “Because you’d be surprised how many different ways I can tie you up with just the beginner-level knots I’ve learned, pretty girl.”

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needs-to-stop-looking-at-yigas · 3 years

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what about kohga putting sooga on a leash? i bet sooga would love when kohga yanks him around 👀

How have I NOT fucking done this already??? It sounds like something I'd do??? Lets fix that??

"There's my Soogy Woogy!"

Sooga raised a brow as he was having a snack break with his fellow Yiga. He was just having some dried wildberries while talking with Von and Cil, when Kohga just popped in, apparently just. Giddy.

"Master Kohga. You needed m-"

He stopped the second Kohga got a hold of his face, rubbing his cheeks, just how he liked. Poor Sooga was just, limp in his hands.

"I did! I got my good boy a present! When you're done having your snack, you meet me in our room, okay?"

"Y-yes, Master Kohga."

This was so oddly...tender, given that they weren't alone. Not that Sooga minded. Kohga gave him a light tap on his forehead, before walking off. Sooga damn near fell to the floor, still swooning. Had it not been for Von ducking in and grabbing him, he probably would've.

"Daaaaaamn Sooga, look at YOU, my BOY!"

Cil huffed, arms folded across his chest.

"You're a love sick buffoon."

Sooga looked up at him, huffing.

"You're just jealous because YOU'RE not a good boy."

Cil stammered for a response, only to stop once Von laughed.

"HE GOT YOU THERE, BITCH-OW!"

Cil glared at him as he kicked him in his shin. Yep, absolutely jealous. As he should be.

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"Master Kohga?"

Kohga knew that tone in his voice. For such a big, burley man, he was real bashful. But Kohga liked that about him, really he did.

"Oh good, you're here. Come in, come in. I have a TREAT for you!"

Sooga, excited by the idea of a reward, yet nervous of what that implied, helped himself in, locking the door behind him. Kohga had a small box of things next to him, which was still supposed to be a surprise, given the way he was trying to draw his attention away from it. Sooga was about to speak, when he suddenly found his face yet again in his master's hands. Oh the way his fingers rubbed at his jaw, it was heavenly.

"Shhh shhh shhh. You're too pretty to have such a fussy head. Such a pretty boy, my Soogy woogy~"

Sooga was a puddle. His Master was being so sweet, so flattering, he didn't even realize he was on his knees, head resting on his lap.

"You're being...so sweet today."

"Because I love your big dummy head. My boy is so pretty and precious and perfect ~"

Sooga was so honestly and incredibly hard right now. His Master knew exactly what he was doing.

"I'm..h...honored..."

Kohga lifted his face to look up at him, oh so tenderly.

"Get up for me, yeah? I want to see that body of yours. Strip. All but the mask."

Sooga had to recall how to stand, before obeying. Stripping down till he was nothing but a nude, helpless man in a mask.

"Sorry. I know I'm...usually much faster about this sort of thing."

"No no, it's cute, really. Thought you were never gonna get it off your feet."

"I...did struggle with that more than I'd care to admit."

Kohga chuckled, lifting his foot up to press against Sooga’s cock.

"Long as you ain't struggling where it counts. Look at my big boy, all ready to go for me."

Sooga tried not to hump his foot like some beast. It felt so good, the cloth, the warmth against him. He stayed still, unable to fathom that there was a surprise past THIS. Kohga nessed with him for but a minute more, before he motioned for him to come to him. He obeyed ptomptly, making Kohga chuckle.

"You ready?"

"Absolutely, my Master. My everything."

"Good."

He damn near passed out when Kohga put his hair down. He always did it so slowly, so confidently, he couldn’t believe he was already panting. Oh and the way his fingers dug into his scalp and ran through his hair-

"What. What did you just."

He put something on him. Something was on his head.

"Cat ears!"

Kohga put cat ears on his head. This was a first.

"What. Why would you-"

"Shhh its a part of the outfit!"

Then he felt it. A leather collar, complete with metal studs, and even dog tags. Kohga clipped it around his neck effortlessly, and Sooga...liked it. He liked it even more when the leash was clipped on.

Then Kohga pulled. Oh the way the leather tightened around hid neck. Kohga wrapped the leash around his hand, yanking him till his face was right in front of his.

"So. Does my pretty boy like his new look?"

"I...do. I really...do."

Kohga held him fast, tilting his mask a bit, and leaning in. Oh his master's lips never looked so inviting. He managed to feel his breath before he pulled away, chuckled.

"Oh...pretty puppy wants a kiss so badly. But he's gonna have to earn it. Does my puppy want his other treat?"

Sooga watched as Kohga pulled off his pants. He was enjoying this, given that his cock was semi hard. Kohga pulled the leash, suddenly and harshly.

"Go on."

Sooga didn't need to be told twice. He cupped his Master's stomach as he leaned in, kissing and licking up and down the length of his cock. It tasted as lovely as it always did.

"Oh...that's a good boy. Such a sweet, pretty boy. Who's-hey! I'm asking you for a blowie, not a fucking rimjob."

"S-sorry. It was just...there."

"It's okay. My boy is just so excited. That's what I like about you."

Kohga gave him a little scratch on his chin, just to show he wasn't mad. He would've basked in it, but Kohga had yanked the leash downward, forcing his mouth upon his cock again. Not that he minded. His cock was so wonderful, his grip on his leash was so tight-Sooga was loving this almost as much as Kohga was.

"That's it. That's my pretty boy's mouth. He sucks cock so well, doesn't he? All nice and sweet and precious."

Sooga knew he wasn't told to do so, but he couldn’t resist rubbing Kohga’s balls in his hand, slowly and firmly. He could feel the cum inside of them, could tell his master was going to give him so much. Kohga yanked at his leash, pulling him away from his cock.

"Open your mouth, stick that tongue out for me."

Sooga obeyed. Kohga pulled at his lips, stroked his tongue, inspected him as if he were cattle he was bargaining for.

"God you’re SO pretty. Just the prettiest boy for you. I deserve someone fine like you. Pretty face, a disciplined mouth, and just the most precious little ass."

Kohga kept his grip on the leash as he leaned over to grab a fistful of his ass, knowing it'd keep him nice and still.

"You know, I WAS gonna cum in your mouth, because I like watching it drip. But I think I'm gonna stuff your cute ass. Would my boy like that?"

Sooga nodded furiously. Kohga had done it before, but him digging his fingers into his ass, it made him even more excited for it.

"Good. On your back for me."

Sooga obeyed. He was expecting Kohga to just start fucking him, only...that didn't happen. Instead, he watched as Kohga tied him to the bed post, get out of bed, and sit on a chair, leaning back and lazily stroking his cock.

"What. I thought you wanted to-"

"I know what I want. But what does my boy want? Does he want me to stuff his pretty ass?"

"I do! Honestly I do!"

"If you want it so bad, then come over here, plant that adorable ass right on my cock, and ride me."

Sooga made the attempt to come to him, but the leash kept him in place, tightening around his neck.

"I c-can't, the leash is-"

"Oh no. I hear you. You don't want this afterall."

"B-but I do! I really do!"

"Obviously not. If my adorable boy wanted my cock and my cum so badly, he'd find a way. You aren’t trying."

Sooga tugged against it again. He must've looked pathetic, thrashing about, cock hungry, mouth drooling, desperate for what he was owed. HE was the good boy, HE deserved the treat, HE made his cock hard for him, HE needed to have it.

"I am! I swear I am! I want you! I swear it! Truly!"

He didn't care that his begging was sad, loud, practically proclaiming that Kohga was what he wanted. Kohga chuckled, seeming to be unconvinced.

"Oh...you really don't. You're playing it up. You don't want my cock. Hell,"

Kohga leaned over his dresser, pulling out one of his lip balms (wildberry, always Sooga’s favorite), slowly gliding it against his lips, and even puckering them, just to tease him.

"I bet you don't even want a kiss."

Sooga always, any time of day and in any situation, want a kiss. Kohga threw his head back as he chuckled. Kohga was tormenting him. In reality, he was probably going to unclip him and give him what he wanted, but Sooga wasn't going to risk it. Motivated by the thought of tasting those plump lips, Sooga thrashed like an angry, desperate animal, and snapped the leash. Kohga looked surprised, clearly not expecting it, but that didn't matter. What mattered was that he was in his Master's lap, cock shoved into his ass and lips against his. It was a starved, grateful, rough kiss. What a lovely flavor.

"Please. Don't ever deprive me of yourself. I love you. I adore you. I ALWAYS fucking want you."

Were his hips bucking too fast? Yes. Was he kissing him roughly enough to bruise his pretty lips? Yes. Did he care? No. All that cared was Kohga dugging his fingers into his ass, and cumming, with Sooga following suit only seconds after. They both sat there for a minute, basking in the afterglow, when Kohga chuckled.

"F-fucking hell. You broke your leash."

"I apologize. I didn't want to. But the idea of NOT having you. It sickened me. I'd break through any barrier to get to you. Through wood, stone, even flesh and bone."

"That's cute Soogy, really, but uh. I never said you couldn't unclip the fucking thing."

"...oh."

Kohga laughed loudly, before scratching under Sooga’s chin, making him melt yet again.

"You're a dumb, pretty boy. I love you. My big ol' sweetie. My big stud muffin. My schmoopie-"

"Master p-please...~"

He was already feeling aroused again.

Woof.

#asks #Kohga #Sooga #lemon #hey some of you fucks finally got your cat boy i guess???#also if you're curious #the dog tags read #'Kohga’s stud' on it

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eleanorfenyxwrites · 4 years

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[It’s a bit late but here’s a quick oneshot for JGY&JZX’s birthday]

[Masterpost of my other writing]

Jin Guangyao’s hands are fighting hard to twitch in barely-restrained frustration.

It’s been a long week leading up to tonight, and tonight has been unending. He makes a tired mental note to start the next banquet at least two hours earlier than this one in an attempt to ensure it won’t end the following morning, but he already knows all that will accomplish is a banquet that’s two hours longer.

He straightens out of the bow he’d just offered to the last Sect Leader departing the hall to return to the guest quarters and turns away from the temptation of the path that leads to the private residences to instead return inside. The servants who had stayed awake through the night to tend to the guests have already been dismissed, but those who will clean the hall first thing this morning haven’t yet arrived to receive their assignments, so he sits down to wait in the silence.

It echoes in the too-large space, his breathing and the occasional rustle of fabric the only sounds that break it. He knows he should feel satisfied, accomplished. The banquet had, for once, gone without a hitch. Even Jin Guangshan hadn’t found anything to complain about once he was deeply enough in his cups, which was a victory in and of itself. No one had embarrassed themselves or their family too badly, and certainly not in ways that couldn’t be explained away with the expensive alcohol that Jin Guangyao had liberally plied them all with.

The only feeling he can muster, though, is ‘tired’. He’s tired. All he can think of is his bed with a sort of longing he usually reserves for Lan Xichen when he allows himself to indulge in wishing for him. He can practically feel the soft caress of it, the covers silky smooth against his skin and his pillow soft under his head. It would be so easy to sink into it and close his eyes, embrace unconsciousness for a precious pair of hours before he’ll have to be up and tending to whatever will be needed from him next.

He’s roused from his half-asleep daydreaming about his bed by the arrival of the morning’s servants and he stands, brushing himself off and painting his smile back onto his aching lips as he gives them their tasks as politely as he can, with ‘please’s and ‘thank you’s falling from his lips far more often than they should. But none of the gentry are around to hear him, and the servants appreciate his understanding of their job, so he just lets it happen. And then, mercifully, he can leave the hall. He leaves at a sedate pace because it’s the only pace he’s capable of maintaining. He holds his posture correctly because he will never feel relaxed enough in Jinlintai not to.

Approaching the door to his chambers at long last, he finds that for the first time in his life he’s dismayed to see Lan Xichen.

“Er-ge,” he greets, fatigue feathering the edges of the call. “Are you alright?”

“A-Yao.” Lan Xichen is already smiling as he turns to face him but it fades quickly into concern as they go through their usual dance - he starts a bow, Lan Xichen puts his hand under his arms to stop him and offers him that smile that Jin Guangyao would move mountains for. “Have you slept yet?” he asks as they drop their hands, lingering as long in the embrace as possible before they part, as is their wont.

“Was there something I could help you with, er-ge?” Jin Guangyao replies smoothly, pointedly not answering the question. Even as exhausted as he is if there’s one person in the world he would set it aside for without question, it’s Lan Xichen.

“Nothing urgent, I merely wanted to see you before the day truly begins. I feel I rarely get a chance to speak with you properly and this seemed the best opportunity.”

Jin Guangyao smiles softly, the smile that’s only for Lan Xichen, as he reaches out to open the door to his chambers and gesture for Lan Xichen to enter. “It is true that I will be busy for the remainder of the day after breakfast has been delivered to everyone. I will be ensuring that those guests who wish to leave may do so easily and that those who wish to stay will have everything they need to be comfortable. This is the best time to discuss anything you would like to with me.”

He follows Lan Xichen into the room and thinks longingly of combining his two greatest desires - truly the only thing better than falling into his bed would be falling into his bed which already also contains Lan Xichen - but he remains outwardly calm and poised as he settles in to begin preparing tea for the both of them. His hands tremble ever so slightly on the teapot but it doesn’t affect his pouring so he lets it slide.

It takes much more effort to keep his attention on the conversation than he’s used to expending when talking with Lan Xichen. Normally, of course, he has no trouble whatsoever devoting himself entirely to his companion when they’re in the same space and it’s everyone else that must work extra hard to earn the pleasure of his attention, which he still only gives them when it becomes absolutely necessary no matter how hard they try.

Today, however, the familiar cadences of Lan Xichen’s soothing tones are threatening to put him straight to sleep and he struggles to think of anything meaningful to add to their conversation. It is, thankfully, a relatively light one, nothing but small talk and some gentle flirtations. They’ve done this too many times to count by now, which is what saves him. The back-and-forth of it is familiar enough that he can manage to fumble his way through it gracefully enough to pass muster, to avoid alerting Lan Xichen to his condition.

They’re just discussing what the pair of them may do together during his next visit to Cloud Recesses when there’s a knock at the door and Jin Guangyao’s stomach sinks. He offers Lan Xichen an apologetic smile as he rises and crosses to the door, opening it to find a servant waiting, her head already bowed too low to see her face.

“Lianfang-Zun,” she greets softly, “this one is here to remind Lianfang-Zun at his request that it is time to prepare to bid farewell to those guests who are taking their leave.”

“Yes, thank you. You may return to your duties,” he replies with a smile. Always with a smile. The young woman bows and backs away, and Jin Guangyao must stand staring at the spot where she had been for a moment too long because Lan Xichen comes to stand behind him, radiating concern.

“A-Yao? Are you alright?”

“Of course,” he smiles. Keep smiling. “My apologies, er-ge, but I must return to my duties for the day.”

“Of course,” Lan Xichen parrots, still looking at him with that searching gaze. “May I return this evening?”

“I will be returning after supper, you are always welcome to join me er-ge.”

“Alright,” Lan Xichen agrees quietly, and there’s still a note of suspicion in his voice but he departs without further questioning or any fanfare. Jin Guangyao allows himself the space of three deep, slow breaths to close his eyes and pretend like that’s enough rest before he rallies to change his clothes and leave his rooms again to begin another long day of duties.

By the time he returns to his rooms in the evening - after leaving the evening meal the moment it was socially acceptable to do so but long before it was truly over - he feels hardly more alive than a fierce corpse. The stress of the preceding week and the lack of rest drag heavily at every possible part of him as he walks slowly. He hopes he simply looks sedate, composed, and/or relaxed rather than the truth, which is that he fears if he moves too quickly he’ll just pass out right there in the walkway. He rounds the corner at long last to come to the front of his own pavilion and squints a bit at the figure waiting by his door, forcing his blurry eyes to focus.

“Er-ge,” he greets, abruptly remembering that he had told Lan Xichen he could return. He’d forgotten amongst trying to accomplish everything else on his list while also trying to keep his exhaustion from negatively affecting his performance. “Would you like to come in for tea?”

“A-Yao,” Lan Xichen replies and he sounds disapproving - why does he sound disapproving? Jin Guangyao frantically rifles through his mental to-do lists for the day, trying to remember if there was something he was supposed to do for the other but hadn’t done, or if any of the things he had done could be blamed for the censure in his voice.

“Yes?”

“You haven’t slept.”

Ah.

“That is correct,” he sighs, because lying to Lan Xichen is something he will only do under absolute dire duress, he’s made that promise to himself many a time already and he’s not about to let a bit of sleep deprivation make him break his word. “Would you like to come in for tea?”

“Would I - A-Yao,” Lan Xichen returns, now sounding thoroughly scandalized. “You haven’t slept in two days and yet you still wish to ask me inside for tea?”

“I do not wish to be a poor host,” he replies rather matter-of-factly, punctuating the assertion with a sudden buckling of his knees that would have turned him into a boneless heap on the ground if not for Lan Xichen’s arms around him.

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Jin Guangyao wakes slowly to a thoroughly unfamiliar sensation. He wants to wake up faster, to figure out just what the hell is going on, but his mind is uncomfortably sluggish, dipping in and out of uncomfortable dreams and a half-wakefulness that is somehow more disorienting than the eerie kaleidoscope of his dreams. He refuses to let the confusion of his own mind drag him back under, though, because the confusion of what’s happening physically is much more pressing.

There’s a gentle touch on his temple for a brief moment before it’s gone again, and then it returns in precisely the same spot. The touch is slow, rhythmic, and too firm to be the brush of an errant lock of hair against his skin, or a breath. It must be another person, though, because he’s not moving, and whatever is touching him must be being manipulated by someone or something else to move so fluidly. He’s at a loss to figure out what it is and he quickly grows frustrated with trying when his eyes won’t cooperate and just open so he can see what’s happening.

“Shh, you’re alright,” a voice murmurs at his side and that, at least, he recognizes. Lan Xichen.

They don’t often speak of those weeks they’d been on the run from the Wen, but Jin Guangyao will never in this life forget the way it made him feel to wake from nightmares only to hear Lan Xichen soothing him like this. He turns his head a bit towards that familiar voice and he just knows that Lan Xichen is smiling, can tell simply by the rustle of his robes, by the way the bed dips ever so slightly under the readjusted weight of his arm on the mattress. The touch on his temple leaves only for a fingertip to brush against his eyelids next, gentle sweeps across the thin skin of first one and then the other, and ah, there they are. Now that he knows where his eyes are and what they feel like to be touched he can force them open. It takes a monumental effort, but at least they’re open.

Once he’s pretty sure his eyes are going to stay open it takes another long moment for them to focus, but when they do he finds Lan Xichen sitting on the ground next to his bed facing him, his nearer arm resting on top of the covers at his side so he can resume gently stroking his temple with the back of his index finger. Mystery solved.

“A-Yao,” Lan Xichen sighs softly, soft reproach and tenderness suffusing his voice in equal measure. “What am I to do with you, hm?”

“Does Lan-gege not wish to hold his A-Yao?” he teases, his voice crackling and raspy with exhaustion in his throat. It might ruin the flirtatious effect a bit but he refuses to acknowledge it.

“I do, as frequently as A-Yao will allow. But these circumstances are a bit less than ideal, don’t you think?”

“If one does not wish to play the hero and catch fainting lovers every once in a while one should specify such preferences before it becomes necessary.”

That, at least, earns him a chuckle even as Lan Xichen tips his head back to close his eyes for a moment and sigh.

“Perhaps I am biased but I, personally, do not think a birthday banquet for your brother is worth working yourself to collapse,” Lan Xichen murmurs once he’s looking at him again, finger still moving hypnotically against his temple. “It was splendid, everything was accomplished to perfection, but I do not think it was worth your health like this.”

Jin Guangyao sighs at that and forces himself to stop staring at Lan Xichen to instead look up unseeingly towards the ceiling overhead. Lan Xichen leans in to press a kiss to his temple in place of the stroking of his finger before he straightens again. He’s waiting - Jin Guangyao can feel the expectation in his silence. He even knows what he’s waiting for, he just doesn’t know if he’s prepared to give it to him.

“I needed to meet my father’s expectations,” he finally supplies. A truth, but not the one he knows will properly answer Lan Xichen’s unasked question.

“His demands come with too high a price, then.” A long, weighty pause and then, because it’s Lan Xichen, he somehow knows precisely what to ask to get to the heart of the matter. “Will such expenses be spared for yours?”

“For my what?” Jin Guangyao replies numbly, playing dumb to earn himself a few more seconds.

“A-Yao.”

“A-Yao is tired, Lan-gege must ask his questions some other time,” he replies stubbornly. “There is entirely too much talking and not enough kissing happening at the moment for my liking.”

“A-Yao must tell Lan-gege what this one can do to spoil him just as richly when the appropriate day arrives,” Lan Xichen hums into a kiss to his cheek. Jin Guangyao turns his head from it but Lan Xichen only dips down to press his lips to the jump of his pulse just under his ear, undeterred in his gentle affections by the sudden souring of Jin Guangyao’s mood.

“Nothing,” he replies, too short, but Lan Xichen is, as ever, entirely too patient for his own good.

“Nothing, hm? Is it because we don’t have enough time to prepare? I’m sure I can find something lavish to treat you to even on short notice. When is it, A-Yao? In a month? Two?”

“Yesterday.”

Lan Xichen’s lips freeze on his neck and Jin Guangyao takes the opportunity to turn onto his opposite side, putting his back to Lan Xichen and his kindness that makes him ache in ways both good and bad.

“So I suppose you have plenty of time to prepare. Nearly a full year, you’re only short a day,” he adds without turning when Lan Xichen says nothing else.

“You...planned and executed a massive celebration for your brother on the birthday that you..share?”

“Per my father’s instructions, yes. I’m tired, er-ge, must we discuss this now?”

Lan Xichen, to his credit, says nothing. There’s really nothing to say, is the thing, and despite all the small talk the two of them often indulge in, Lan Xichen is not actually given to say unnecessary things. Anything casual they discuss is because they both delight in conversation and that gives the pleasantries their meaning. But here, now, with nothing to say that could help the situation and only things that could drive the thorn further into his pride, Lan Xichen is quiet even as he stands and slips onto the bed behind him.

This is familiar, at least. The sting of rejection that he hasn’t yet turned into fuel for his ambitions is burning in his chest but Lan Xichen is already laying himself behind him, holding him to his chest and stroking his hair as he nuzzles in close. Ever since he had first allowed Lan Xichen close to him like this that morning on the run this has apparently been Lan Xichen’s favorite way to hold him. He tangles their legs together and curls the arm pinned beneath them around Jin Guangyao’s chest, hand splayed over where his heart beats steadily in his chest as he uses the other hand to brush his hair back from his face with gentle passes of his palm. He pauses in his caressing only to lean forward and kiss his temple, his cheek, the curve of his ear, the back of his neck, resuming the slow passes of his hand as soon as he’s done for the moment.

“You should go back to sleep, A-Yao,” Lan Xichen whispers after the worst of the tension has bled out of Jin Guangyao’s muscles to be replaced with trembling exhaustion. “I will be here, I have already told the healer that I will tend to you until you wake feeling that you have recovered, whenever that will be. Rest.”

“I have things to do tomorrow,” Jin Guangyao sighs without an ounce of fight in him.

“If grown men cannot tend to themselves for a single day in a place as thoroughly staffed with servants as Jinlintai then they should not be trusted to run their Sects,” Lan Xichen replies implacably, his tone almost mild enough to hide the glint of steel beneath the surface. Almost. “I daresay they can request their own meals and entertainments for a day while you sleep.”

“My father-”

“Is in another drunken stupor,” Lan Xichen interrupts, a shocking amount of disdain (for him) laced through his voice now; he’s not even trying to hide it. Jin Guangyao sort of loves him for it. “When he is sober enough to hear it the healer will explain your condition should he attempt to send for you. Rest.”

Jin Guangyao knows he should protest, he should tell him that Jin Guangshan will only accuse him of being weak if he doesn’t fulfil his duties, no matter how tired he is. But Lan Xichen is like a furnace against his back, warm and soothing, the rhythm of his breathing and his heartbeat slow and easy and already lulling him to sleep. The hand in his hair is unnecessary but so comforting that Jin Guangyao nearly cries with it. He chooses to close his burning eyes instead, and he drops off to sleep almost immediately.

#The untamed fanfic #Xiyao #Lan Xichen #Jin Guangyao #Meng Yao #I'm bouncing back and forth between writing a few extra scenes for the fixit AU but this scene wouldn't leave my head #so i'm flinging it out into the world in the hopes that i'll help me write something else haha

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lynn-writes-things · 4 years

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I loved the soft Tech smut! I want to request soft Hunter smut but I also want more Tech smut...why not a threesome? If you're ok with that, that is. I just feel like TechxYouxHunter isn't a common pairing and I'd like to see that

Thank you for the request!! Hope you enjoy!!

Warnings: nsfw, soft smut, sex with LOVE

When Hunter and Tech proposed the idea of sharing you, you had your apprehensions, though you had agreed. Turns out, that was the best decision of you life, and now you had not one, but two very dangerous, very protective boyfriends who each had soft spots just for you. Currently, you were all on shore-leave, and you had been spoiling them with fancy home-cooked meals and massages every single day of it. The boys were very thankful for your kindness, though they found themselves wanting to return the favor. Except they couldn’t cook. But, they did have other plans to make it up to you…

They had blindfolded you, taking you to the bedroom, where they laid you out on the bed. They spread your legs and you felt them tie them to the bed posts. You felt hands that you recognized at Tech’s grab your wrists and hold them together, and you felt a familiar fabric wrap around them in a tight knot – but not too tight. You knew the feeling of Hunter’s bandana around your wrists all too well. Finally, they took the blindfold off, and you squinted as your eyes adjusted to the light of the room, which wasn’t much – it was dark, only being lit by candles spread around the room.

“What’s going on?” You ask with a smile. Both boys are already stripping, and you can’t help but marvel at their toned bodies.

“You’ve been so nice to us,” Hunter says, caressing your cheek. “We thought we might return the favor.”

“We want to make you as happy as you make us.” Tech added.

“You guys already do—oh,” You gasp when Hunter’s knife tears through your shirt, exposing your bra-less body to them both.

“Hope you don’t like these clothes too much.” He smirks. You knew better than to wear anything you actually valued around Hunter during leave – you knew him.

“No, sir.” You reply. “What did you guys have in mind?” You ask as he cuts the fabric of you pants, revealing your naked body.

“Don’t worry about it, mesh’la.” Tech says, leaning down to kiss your lips. “Just let us take care of you.” You sigh in contentment, a soft smile on your face. They share a look, and you know they actually have a plan for you tonight. Hunter nods, and Tech gets down on his belly between your legs and licks a stripe up your folds, causing you to let out a small moan. If Tech was eating you out, you knew you were in for a fun night – the man could do wonders with his mouth alone. He licks again, this time applying pressure to your clit, making you moan.

“You’re so beautiful.” Hunter says, gently stroking your cheek. “I don’t think I’ve ever seen someone who looks as stunning as you do.” He says, and Tech starts sucking on your clit.

“I—”

“Shh,” Hunter interrupts, kissing you. “Keep that pretty mouth shut, let me do the talking, okay, princess?” He says, and you nod in response. “Good girl.” He says, and tech slides a finger inside of your aching slit, curling it just right and leaving you whimpering, his lips still wrapped around your clit.

“Isn’t she sweet, Tech?” Hunter asks, and you feel Tech hum in agreement around your clit, making you cry out. He pulls back for a second.

“Just like candy, Sarge.” He replies, lips returning to your core. He removes his finger and his tongue dives in, making you moan his name loudly. You struggle against your restraints, and Hunter chuckles darkly.

“You’re stuck right where you are, baby.” He says, smoothing the hair out of your face. “Such a pretty little thing. So good for us.” You whimper at his words. “You want to know what we’re gonna do to you, little dove?”

“Yes, sir.” You pant, close to your first climax of the night. Tech goes back to sucking your clit, this time inserting two fingers into your dripping core and curling them just right to make you cry out.

“First, Tech’s gonna make you come like this,” He explains, and Tech gives an exaggerated suck to your clit for emphasis. “Then it’ll be my turn to taste that pretty pussy,” He says, kissing your lips quickly. “Then, we’re gonna take turns fucking you until we can’t go anymore. Hope you didn’t have any plans tomorrow, kitten, because I don’t think you’ll be walking too well.” He says with a smirk, and you can’t help the gasp that leaves your lips. You try to buck your hips up into Tech’s mouth, trying to get him to speed up, but he holds your hips down instead and continues his slow lavishing of your core.

“I—”

“We know you’re close, baby,” Hunter says, hushing you. “We know your tells. Go ahead, kitten, come for us.” He says, and with the prompting, Tech speeds up just enough to push you over the edge, crying out his name as you come on his tongue. He licks up all of your juices, not wasting a single drop of your slick as you tremble when you come down. Hunter’s caressing your cheek gently, tenderly, helping you come back to reality.

“Good girl, baby, good girl.” He coos. “My turn now.” He says with a wink, and he and Tech switch places. Tech now sits beside you, kissing you hard, allowing you to taste yourself on hips lips and tongue while Hunter starts up where Tech left off, two fingers pumping in and out of you while his tongue laps at your clit.

“He’s right, you’re absolutely radiant like this,” Tech says, admiring your body. “All breathless- so needy for us.” He says and you whine. “You want us to make you feel good, love?”

“Yes, please,” You pant, Tech smiles down at you, his eyes have a hunger in them that send a shiver through your body.

“Don’t worry,” He coos. “We’re going to take real good care of you.” He says, kissing you again, and you keen, Hunter starts sucking on your clit with more roughness than Tech had, and it sends you close to the edge again. Between the two of them, you knew that Tech had more restraint, where Hunter barely had any. He tried to be a tease, but you know that the smell of your arousal alone gets him harder than he’d ever admit.

“You dirty little thing,” Tech chides with a click of his tongue. “You’re close again already, aren’t you?”

“Y-Yes,” You pant, a thin layer of sweat already coating your body. The boys were very attentive, and knew every single thing that made you come unraveled.

“Well, what are you waiting for, kitten?” He asks, and Hunter continues, groaning into you as he eats you out like his life depends on it. “Your come tastes so sweet, you don’t want to deprive Hunter of it, do you?”

“N-No, sir,” You whine, Hunter picking up his pace, losing what little restraint he had. You cry out, on the verge again, and when Tech kisses you, his hands finding your exposed breasts and tweaking your nipples, you come with broken cry. All you can hear is Tech praising you and Hunter slurping up your juices as you come back down. When you’re done coming, Hunter forces himself away from your core, sitting up and leaning across your body to kiss you – allowing you to taste yourself for the second time that evening.

“Let me take care of you now,” You say weakly. “Please?” Hunter and Tech share an amused look.

“And how do you propose you do that, kitten? You can barely speak.”

“Use me,” You say. “One of you take my mouth, one of you take my pussy – please, I want you to ruin me.” You beg. Hunter growls.

“Well,” He says, hungrily. “If that’s what you want…” He trails off, giving Tech a look that he seems to understand. They maneuver your body so you’re on your hands and knees in the middle of the bed. Tech is behind you, with Hunter in front. You’re practically shaking with anticipation.

“Ready, mesh’la?” Tech asks.

“Yes.” You reply, looking up at Hunter with wide, innocent eyes – a look that you know drives him wild. They share a look above you, and in the same moment that you feel Tech start entering you, your mouth is open, waiting for Hunter’s cock, which he wastes no time in delivering. They both ease into your holes, taking things slow until you let them know you’re comfortable with a double-blink up at Hunter. They both speed up their pace, Hunter being conscious not to choke you too badly. His hand was in your hair, Tech’s hands on your hips as he rammed into you. They kept things relatively slow and sensual, their thrusts in perfect harmony with each other. One of Tech’s hands comes around to rub your sensitive clit, and you moan around Hunter’s cock, leading him to groan at the vibrations. With another shared look and a nod, they speed up, and you’re tumbling over the edge of bliss before you can even tell them that you’re close – they know, though. They always know. You’re clenching around Tech and moaning around Hunter, which sends them both over the edge as well—both of them already close from watching you get off twice already. They each shoot their loads in your mouth and core respectfully, taking their time in recovering before they each pull out. You’re panting.

“I love you both,” You say, voice wrecked.

“We love you too, mesh’la,” Tech says from behind you.

“You don’t think we’re finished with you yet, do you?” Hunter asks, stroking your cheek lovingly. “Oh, kitten, we’re just getting started.” He says, chuckling darkly, before they switch places and start up again.

You’re stuck between them for hours that night—not that you’re complaining.

-fluffy aftercare part ii coming soon-

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babyhikbi · 3 years

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GENERAL TAROT READING #2: how to deal with your stress

NOTE: I am STILL practicing. Chances of these not resonating with you is high. Hence why I called it a general reading. For entertainment purposes only.

* pick a picture that speaks to you the most (left picture - pile 1, right picture - pile 2, lower left picture - pile 3, lower right picture - pile 4)

* pictures used are all from Pinterest

1ST PILE

I feel like you're stressed because you feel like you have been wronged.

It could be as simple as backstabbing or being denied to be able to speak the truth. Or like, other people get to enjoy certain things and yet you cannot, anything that deals with justice and feeling being treated unfairly. For some reason, I think you wish for justice to be served. I keep on repeating this but I feel like you want karma for those who have wronged you. An eye for an eye, a tooth for a tooth situation. That, or you just feel like life is being unfair with you and deep inside you, you wish for things to change, to go according to your way, etc.

What makes this stress worse is your indecisiveness. You need to keep on moving forward. You need to forgive or to forget or to let go. Do not mindfully hold on on things because they unconsciously make your situation more unbearable than it already is. Not to mention, the people around you and your current struggles add up to your pain and you have the tendency to hold it all in. Please, let go of this pain.

An advice I can give you to lessen the stress is to have a set to follow, especially with the pandemic, time is like a sand in our hands. Follow a tight schedule or a set of things that you must do on time as much as possible. Distract yourself with a hobby or an activity that needs concentration, and if you're someone religious, mayhaps this is a calling to go to your church or to visit your God.

2ND PILE

I feel like you feel this stress because of your own doing.

You have the tendency to avoid or disregard your pain, a coping mechanism to avoid stress. And I feel like, your problems has stacked up so bad that it is no longer avoidable and that is something you wish to do at this very moment but again, your problems have become so bad that you're forced to face them.

A habit you have that makes your situation worse is self-pitying and overthinking. Almost to the point that you couldn't sleep well because nightmares occur most of the time. You're most probably sleep-deprived and is just really tired emotionally, mentally, and physically.

I know you have a source of your stress but a factor that is almost as bad as your stress is that you cannot hide from the world. Like, I feel like, everyone is just so involved with you at the moment and this suffocates you because you're used to dealing with your problems through avoiding it in a silent way. The way people approach you is stressing you out rather than comforting you.

An advice I can give is simply to face your problems. I know, I shouldn't preach but honestly, I feel like your problem would be more bareable (I'm not invalidating your problem, okay) if you simply accept it. That yes, it's a problem, it needs an immediate solution. I need your help, I need to reach out to people. Somebody help me because I cannot deal with this alone. Just....stop sleeping on your problems.

3RD PILE

Oh, God, love, I hope you're okay ;-;

You're literally not feeling the best right now. Is this a family matter? 'Cause it feels like one.

I get that you're not feeling the best right now. You feel hopeless and powerless. You wish you can relive the times where you were feeling the greatest. The lack of abundance in your life right now makes this extra difficult to deal.

I want you to know that the tendency to leave/ghost/disregard/avoid your problems adds up to your stress, especially that I think most of your problems are inflicted by people around you, you cannot possible avoid everyone.

I don't know why the cards gave me this but an advice I can give to lessen this pain is to disregard your family? No, I'm not saying you abandon or leave them. I'm saying that....hmmmm...try not to listen too much about what the get to say? Or what they want you to do? Because this is your life and body. You get to control what you want to do. Yes, we should be grateful because they're there for you but sometimes, family can just become very toxic so sometimes, it's okay to shut their voices out if it becomes overwhelming for your part.

4TH PILE

It almost feels like a break up to me, LOL.

I feel like you recently left someone? Or the other way around? It does not have to be romantic, though. Maybe you had a fight with someone and they're not contacting you at the moment? I just see a broken relationship in this pile. If it isn't, then I feel like this is also a rift with your family like pile 3.

The messages the cards are giving me is kind of complicated. I feel like you're the passive aggressive type? There are times where you're driven by your emotions and you lack balance in your actions. It's almost as if...when stressed, you let your anger or whatever it is you're feeling control you which is a bad habit.

And you have this constant feeling that people then are being 'unfair' to you because you are being 'unreasonable'. It irks you how they can pass judgement on you and yet they have no clue of your situation? Or like, they only grasp a little of it? Something like that, that's what I'm seeing.

This sounds stupid as it contradicts what I previously said but an advice I can give is to let it flow . I'm saying that you let it all flow out BUT, look for a positive outlet. I'm thinking of an activity that is concentration inducing? And time consuming? Something that'd just kill your anger or pain in the long process because it makes you lose track of time. (I personally suggest crocheting as it helped me at my darkest times)

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not who you think : p.8 (ending)

brief summary: this is supposed to be it, jason will complete his mission and in turn destroy yours. but you all knew it was never going to be that easy, complications always occur whether they’re planned or not.

word count: 2.5k requested: yes it was, tbh this was a semi-abandoned project. but with one part to finish, i felt like serving the story justice warnings: angst, some violence

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Despite the number of arguments it caused, you were left with no choice other than to opt for Plan B. You hated them for it, you hated yourself for agreeing with it. But it was like they all said, there wasn’t going to be another choice if you wanted this to end.

Sitting in the building site, you look around as you tap into your comms. “You guys got good visuals?” You mutter, asking Bucky and Sam who should be in position up on the roof.

“We see you. Got eyes on Cap?” Bucky questions and I allow my eyes to wander, spotting Steve stood in the open like a big fish in a small pond- he couldn’t stand out any more if he wanted to.

Forcing your smile to remain concealed, you nod to yourself. “He’s doing what Steve does best,” You tell Bucky. “trying to hide behind that baseball cap of his.” You joke, hearing a short laugh from Steve through the comms.

“His best disguise to date.” Sam tries to ease the tension, adding humour before everyone returns to the matter at hand- stopping your brother from causing any more harm.

Your ears perk up at the sound of that infamous bike revving. It was something you’ve always associated with them, with those people ever since you joined. If any of them went on an outing, they took the motorbikes to make sure they were noticed. Revving the engines was to assert dominance, that in this very moment your brother had more control than Steve.

“He’s here,” Bucky mutters as you from one of the derelict buildings, only being held up by a series of beams and abandoned scaffolding. “no one is to move now, you understand?”

Everyone silently agrees, and Steve approaches Jason before he’s even slipped his helmet off.

Remaining out of sight, you peer your head around the corner of the crane, covered by bags of concrete yet to be used. “Be careful, Steve.” You whisper to yourself, silently praying this all goes to plan.

Jason discards the helmet, throwing it on the floor. You watch as dust covers it, but he couldn’t care less. This is his victory, the one thing he’s been assigned that’ll mean something to him. He knows that eyes are on him, they refused to let him go alone but you planned for this too. Two can play at this game, especially when you’re up against fellow and former assassins.

“Listen, no hard feelings.” Jason chuckles, holding his gun up clearly for Steve to see who merely nods.

“A job is a job, I get it man.” Steve responds, cracking a small smile as your brother falters. Even from where you’re standing, you can see that he’s shaking, he’s afraid. “But you don’t have to do this, we, we can help you.” Steve explains, stepping forward but his movements cause Jason to flinch and cock his gun.

“Don’t fuckin’ move.” Jason states bluntly, holding his gun out in front of him as Steve raises his hands in defence. His eyes are darting around the building site, wandering from the cranes and you can’t help but do the same.

As you allow yourself to fully take in the surroundings, you notice small devices set up. It didn’t take a genius to figure out what they were. “Guys, there are automatic snipers set up on Jason.” You let out a shaky breath, everything feeling more and more real as the seconds pass.

“I’ll see if there’s anything Tony can do.” Sam speaks up through the comms, seeing you wiping your forehead from where you’re hiding.

“Remain calm, Y/n. No sudden movements, okay.” Bucky reminds you, watching as you nod to yourself as you hold your gun close to your chest, checking every few minutes to ensure it’s loaded.

Steve remains perfectly still, the ideal target for an assassin without any of the fun. It was too easy, and Jason knew. “Something’s off about this.” Jason mutters to himself, shaking his head.

His confidence was being chipped away as he turned from Steve, listening to someone talking to him.

“Jason, I’m doing what I have to do here. I, I just want to protect Y/n.” Steve explains, and Jason diverts his attention from the voice speaking to him and shifts to face Steve with cold eyes.

“What did you just say?” Jason questions with ice in his tone, stepping closer to Steve. “How do you know Y/n?” He focuses on Steve’s eyes, seeing that glint of hope that is nothing but a distant memory for himself.

“I just know her alright, Jason. But she doesn't want this, she doesn’t want to lose you because of this.” Steve tries to reason, but Jason scoffs as he steps backwards, shaking the gun around.

“I can’t mess this up, Cap!” Jason yells. “This is my last chance, otherwise I’m a dead man.”

“He’s stalling.” You state, fear evident in your voice. “Why is he stalling this?” You think aloud and then you feel it, a gun being pressed against your back.

“Good to see you again, Y/n.” A forgotten voice mutters behind you as a sigh escapes your lips.

“Wish I could say the same.” You respond before turning around, quickly disarming the man and snapping his arm and take a hold of the gun. He yells out in pain, alerting everyone else as Jason holds the gun in front of Steve once more.

“Where is she?” Jason demands, and before Steve has the opportunity to respond, you walk out holding a gun up straight back at him.

“Hey, Jase.” You call out with a weak smile, but his eyes avert down to the body on the ground sticking out from your prior hiding place. “Does it really have to come to this? Can’t we just move on, you, you don’t have to do this, please.” You plead, hoping there is a slither of the brother you knew left in that shell.

“I warned you, sis. If you don’t help me, you’re my problem.” He retorts, looking right through you forgetting everything you’ve been through together.

Standing beside Steve you reach down as your fingers intertwine. “Don’t do this, Jason.” You tell him, practically beg through your expression as his eyes avert to his nightmare, you and his target together.

“I have no choice.” Jason mutters, lifting his gun up as he closes his eyes.

“NO!” You scream, hearing the bullet being fired and everything happens too quickly.

Steve keeps his eyes closed, looking down to see where the crimson should line his chest, but there is nothing. His eyes fall to you on the ground, coughing.

“No, no.” Steve rambles, shock taking over his system as he looks up to Jason who stands too still. “This is all your fault.” He spits, holding you in his arms as you start to lose consciousness.

“I failed.” Jason states quietly as he drops the gun and tries to run away, but as he runs shots are fired from the automatic snipers. He barely makes it to his bike, he was never going to escape.

Tearing his eyes from your brother's body, Steve focuses back on you as tears line your cheeks. “Steve,” You whisper, trying to lift your arm up but Steve protests.

“It, it’s okay, Y/n.” Steve hushes you, stroking your hair. “Why did you have to do that?” He fights back tears for your sake, not wanting you to see him cry now.

A small laugh leaves your lips, possibly the last Steve will ever hear. “Save you,” You state. “I’ll always,” A series of coughs leaves your lips as you glance down to see blood coating your skin. “save you, Cap.”

The sounds of footsteps increase as Sam and Bucky appear by Steve’s side, horror spreading across their expressions at the sight of blood pouring from you.

“Make sure he’s happy, boys.” You smile weakly up to the two guys who nod in response, forcing smiles. “Don’t let him dwell, I,” You take a deep breath, knowing the end is coming, you can just feel it. “I want him to find a dame to dance with.” You say, focusing back on Steve who can’t stop the tears from falling now. “Goodbye, Steve.” You whisper, falling limp in his arms.

Three months had passed by to some in a blur, but to Steve, each day was painfully slow without you.

It hurt him to think he lost you that easily, after everything you were gone because you sacrificed yourself. You knew the bullet might not have killed him, there was a chance he could’ve been saved. But you couldn’t help yourself, of course, you had to do it because that’s just who you are. Were.

Everyone else seemed to carry on with the weight-bearing on their shoulders, but they carried it effortlessly. “Why does no one mention it?” Steve blurts out over breakfast as both Sam and Bucky stop eating, focusing their attention on Steve and his sleep-deprived state.

Furrowing his brows together, Sam looks over to Bucky for guidance on what Steve could be on about today.

“It’s still fresh, Steve.” Bucky reminds his best friend, having heard him in the night crying for his lost love.

“Then why does no one talk about her?” Steve’s voice rises with anger and disappointment. “Y/n died, she is gone.” Steve spits the truth to his friends, looking as they both avoid his harsh gaze. “And, and you all act as if nothing happened. As if she didn’t save my life and that I’ll never see her again.”

Sam rises to his feet after Bucky gives him a look. He departs the room, knowing words are going to be exchanged that he’s best to not be present for today.

“Steve,” Bucky starts slowly, knowing what he’s about to confess won’t be easy to digest by any means necessary. “we haven’t exactly been honest with you about a few things.” He exhales deeply, struggling to focus on where to begin.

“What do you mean?” Steve questions slowly, pushing himself from the counter and moves closer toward Bucky.

“Y/n,” Bucky mutters your name under his breath. “she, she’s not dead.”

Lifting his eyes up to focus on Steve, all Bucky can see is bewilderment and distrust. “No, she’s dead.” Steve responds, shaking his head. “She, Y/n died in my arms, Buck.” Steve states as he releases a heavy sigh, the memory of you in his arms as you bled out still a harrowing thought.

“Y/n came up with Plan C, Steve.” Bucky admits, knowing you wanted him to find out when the time was right, once it was safe for him to know the truth. “She asked us to do this for you, to make sure you were safe.”

“You’re lying.” Steve bites back, knowing it’s not possible that you’re still alive.

“She wanted this for you, Steve. You managed to find a way to take down the assassins that were left and did so to ensure no one else got hurt by them. Y/n knew she had to die in order for them to be stopped and leave you alone.” Bucky tries his best to explain, remembering the conversations you had with him in the days leading up to the mission. He thought it was an insane concept, but you knew you could do it.

“She can’t be,” Steve mutters as he steps back as thoughts of you consume his mind. He grips the counter tightly, veins protruding through his skin as flashes of your smile, your laugh, your energy to your lifeless body in his arms. How could it have been fake?

“But I am.” You call out, knowing now wasn’t the right time, but you couldn’t stay away any longer.

Steve tenses at the sound of your voice, one he never anticipated hearing again.

Stepping out from the doorway, you ignore Bucky’s gaze on you and turn to face Steve. You silently sigh, seeing how tired he looks. “Hi Stevie,” You whisper, standing in front of him as you slowly reach up, resting your hand on his cheek.

He leans into your embrace, still in a state of shock. “You’re not real.” He mutters, his eyes remaining locked on yours. “You can’t be.” He states, watching as you shake your head as a smile ghosts your lips.

“I’m real, Steve.” You whisper. “I won’t go away again, I promise.” And that is something you really mean. You promised Steve you’d stay safe throughout it all, and you did. All you had to do was figure out a more effective plan, and it worked.

“Why didn’t you tell me, Y/n?” Steve questions, tears forming in his eyes.

“It was too dangerous.” You tell him, tearing your eyes from his to Bucky. “I made him promise me he wouldn’t say anything. Sam too.” You explain as your hand slides from Steve’s cheek to his hand, taking his in yours. “If you knew the plan wouldn’t have worked.” You knew if he saw your body flinch he’d give it away.

“You sayin’ I’m a lousy actor?” Steve cracks a joke, hearing that laugh he’s longed for since he lost you. “Are you staying this time?” He questions, wanting nothing more than for you to stay in his arms, for him to not lose you.

“I think so,” You say quietly, returning your focus on him with a small smile. “everyone thinks I’m dead, so I’ve got nowhere to go.” You let out a dry laugh, having known you could never go back to the school, you’ll never see Lillian again or those kids.

“You’ll always have a home here, Y/n.” Bucky interjects. “It’s the least we can do.” He nods to you before rising to his feet and departing the room, leaving you and Steve alone.

“Bucky’s right you know.” Steve tells you. “If you want this to be your home, it’ll be open for you, always.”

Without another word needing to be said, you lean your head against Steve’s chest. “I’ve missed you so much, Steve.” You mumble as tears fall from your cheeks.

Steve rests his arms around you tightly, this time refusing to let you go. “I’m glad you came home, Y/n.” He says with a small smile. “I still have a dance or two left to teach you.”

A light laugh escapes your lips as you glance up at him. “And I’ve got a move or two to teach you too, Cap. ‘Bout time you compete against another former assassin, huh?”

“Yeah, my girlfriend, the ex-assassin.” Steve whistles to himself, still comprehending after all this time, it will always be you.

THE END

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crows-murder · 3 years

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What was the first fandom and/or pairing that you wrote fic for?

Do you participate in any writing events or challenges throughout the year? If so, what do you like about them?

Do you write fics from start or finish, or jump around?

Do you outline before you start writing? If so, how far do you stray from that outline?

What is the perfect environment for you to write in?

Which part of writing do you struggle with most?

dialogue, exposition, or plot the most?

If you could only write angst, fluff, or smut for the rest of your life, which would it be?

Is there a trope you haven’t written yet but really want to?

Is there a trope you wouldn’t write if it was the last trope on earth?

What is your most underrated fic?

What fic are you most proud of?

What is a line/scene you’re really proud of? Give us the DVD commentary for that scene.

Who is the easiest/hardest character for you to write about? Why?

What’s your favorite minor character you’ve written?

What is the one fic that got away?

Have you cried while writing a fic?

If you had to remix one of your own fics, which would it be and how would you remix it?

Tell us an idea for a longfic you want to write in the future. (sorry for sending so many i really wanna know)

(no don’t worry it’s perfectly okay! i had fun answering all of them 😊)

1. what was the first fandom and/or pairing that you wrote fic for?

ah. okay, so the first fandom i wrote and published for was Voltron, though i will never give away what the pairing was. i was 14 and it was on Wattpad, the rest is forbidden knowledge

2.do you participate in any writing events or challenges throughout the year? if so, what do you like about them?

i recently participated in a few events and challenges, and honestly, they were a lot of fun! i’d have to say that what i like about them is that i get to get out of my comfort zone and push my limits.

3. do you write fics from start or finish, or jump around?

well. uh, no.

sometimes i do write whole fics in one sitting, but usually it takes me a day or two, and i have more than one WIP doc open because my brain needs to switch fics when it gets bored, so to speak. i just need to jump around to avoid losing interest in a story

4. do you outline before you start writing? if so, how far do you stray from that outline?

if it’s a multi-chapter fic, then yes. if i don’t have a clear ending or goal, then the story can and will drag on and on and on lol. sometimes i’ll stray from my outline, since it’s not really a strict set of directions for me to follow, more of something to guide me. very often, my story won’t exactly resemble my outline.

5. what is the perfect environment for you to write in?

late at night with a steaming cup of tea or coffee, or just an energy drink, wrapped in my fuzzy blanket with instrumental music playing.

7. Which part of writing do you struggle with most?

writing

/hj. idk i guess i’d have to say finding the right word when i forget it. or another super annoying thing is that sometimes i have the perfect word in french, and i need to find a good translation for it, but the english version of the word just doesn’t feel the same as the original. that’s very annoying lol.

10. do you enjoy dialogue, exposition, or plot the most?

dialogue. i tend to stray from the plot and i always struggle with exposition, but i absolutely love writing dialogue.

11. if you could only write angst, fluff, or smut for the rest of your life, which would it be?

angst. no questions. i need to hurt my characters because i love them.

12. is there a trope you haven’t written yet but really want to?

enemies to lovers. i don’t have any actual WIPs with that specific trope, but i do really want to write it one day lol.

13. is there a trope you wouldn’t write if it was the last trope on earth?

alpha/beta/omega. i fully support my writer friends who write it, but sadly i will never write it. it bothers me a little too much rip. i’d rather never write again than write it.

16. what is your most underrated fic?

um. personally, i think that this fic from my urban fantasy AU was really not popular lol. i kinda see why, since its pure fluff and from an AU that is a personal indulgence lol

17. what fic are you most proud of?

okay this Jayroy fic from my bad things happen bingo is definitely one of the ones i’m very proud of. idk, i just like it? i can’t explain why i’m proud of it, but i am.

18. what is a line/scene you’re really proud of? Give us the DVD commentary for that scene.

i decided to cheat a little and i’ll be using a line from a WIP instead. and the commentary’s gonna be written bc i can

It was a mission report. Bruce had told him it was fine if he finished it tomorrow.

Tim could finish it tonight. (tim you absolute walnut SLEEP)

He was perfectly capable of doing what Bruce asked him. (not when you’re sleep deprived, idiot) He wasn’t Dick. he certainly wasn’t Jason. But he could still work diligently and without mistake. He could be better. (aw bby you dumb idiot child you dont need to be better)

Tim stared at the person standing in the hallway, eyes narrowed and mug in one hand. He knew for a fact that it took longer than twenty-seven hours of no sleep to start hallucinating. (I BANISH YOU TO SLEEP JAIL YOU UNRULY GREMLIN)

But that was the only reason Tim could fathom the Red Hood standing in the kitchen of Titans Tower at half-past three in the morning. (and that’s valid. i too would think i’d be hallucinating lmao)

Red Hood approached Tim slowly. “You have a lot of nerve wearing that uniform.” (jason please LET. THAT. GO.)

Tim glanced down at his rumpled gray shirt and flannel pajama bottoms. (i laughed writing this. i laughed a lot)

He should be more alarmed that the Red Hood clearly knew he was Robin without the mask, but Tim was too tired and he was going to have to push that freak-out to the next day. (me doing homework at 4am like)

19. who is the easiest/hardest character for you to write about? why?

this time i’ll go with the type of characters. the easiest character for me to write is definitely the one character i relate to the most/ my comfort character because of course, i know them more than any other character and to some level understand their character. the hardest character to write is probably one i don’t really know or one who doesn’t have a lot of character development or there isn’t much info about them. i’ll still write them, but i’ll be making up a lot of stuff lol.

20. what’s your favorite minor character you’ve written?

hmm. i haven’t written many side characters, but i did love writing Dana Winters. she’s very cool and i like her a lot.

21. what is the one fic that got away?

it might just be me but im struggling a bit with what this could mean, so i’m going to assume it means that one fic that didn’t go where i expected it to (if that’s not what you meant, feel free to send me an ask correcting me lol)

so i’d have to say its the second part of this 2 chapter fic i wrote because a lot of people were asking for more cuddles in the first part. i was not expecting writing another fic specifically for fluff, but here we are.

22. have you cried while writing a fic?

definitely during that one major character death fic i wrote. i wrote the aftermath of the character’s death and i was crying while writing it lmao.

i was crying so much writing the ending for this

23. if you had to remix one of your own fics, which would it be and how would you remix it?

i wrote a sort of road trip birdflash au that i wouldn’t mind seeing as a remix

30. tell us an idea for a longfic you want to write in the future.

i’m actually writing a longfic right now. i don’t even know where i got the idea from, but it’s basically a batfam no capes AU where they all practice magic instead and it’s set in 1927.

here’s the ask game! send me an ask! (or more than one, i don’t mind)

#long post #ask game #fic writer ask game #ghost answers #ghost writes

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fridge-boy · 4 years

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Hey mister almost god ! How are you today?

Recently I almost died chasing a butterfly (it's probably because of my roller shoes so what ?!)

It was my way of approaching the subject I am going to talk to you about today: Death in philosophy!

(Ihis topic is obviously about death and suicide, if someone is not comfortable with the topic, please don't read, take care of yourself and go find out about it instead. art in philosophy or on communication, that's Cool communication.)

Living beings are mortal, it's an established fact (time, finitude and everything)

And humans, unlike the majority of species, is particularly aware of this reality. Finding it tragic, they think about it a lot.

Philosophy is a science which speaks of the acceptance of death. Cicero is said to have said "philosophy is nothing other than preparing for death."

The philosophy is to learn to die.

We are going to talk about Socrates, because at the philosophy level he knows a little about it.

If at the moment of dying he accepts it so well

(he commits suicide with hemlock in -399) (well, he is condemned to commit suicide with hemlock ... It's complicated)

it is because he believes that his soul is immortal. For him the death of the body allows the liberation and the elevation of this soul.

He had been in philosophy all his life.

Plato interprets the words of Socrates, and shows us his vision of death by this interpretation: death is the liberation and separation of the soul from the body.

He comes to the conclusion that philosophy is to practice dying. (That's probably why I like the philosophy lol)

According to Plato, to philosophize is to elevate one's soul, it is to accustom it to detach itself from the body, exactly as in death.

Socrates qualifies the philosophy of training in death. (Well then we don't really know if he said that because he accepts death, or if it is to convince himself that his soul is immortal, to reassure himself in the face of death.)

It is the same approach as in religion, Nietzsche (I hate this name.) Said "Christianity is Platonism for the use of the people."

Even if the Greek philosophers agreed to say that immortality was reserved for souls purified by philosophy.

(By the way, philosophy comes from philos - to love - and from Sophia - wisdom - it's an off topic, but it's a culture bonus if you didn't know :))

Well, we are currently lucid enough to say that their way of thinking is not lucid and it is rational to say that it is not entirely rational. (Yes I like this sentence, I stole it from my philosophy teacher.)

It is therefore a comforting lie in the face of death.

We can also speak of Epicurus, for whom, a living body is just a cluster of atoms doomed to disintegrate. For him, if there is a soul, it is corruptible and material, and like everything, it disappears with the body.

In fact Epicurus was a Hedonist (word in red because it is important :)) Hedonists think that all happiness and all unhappiness lies in sensations. All that matters for a living being is to avoid pain and to seek pleasure and stay there.

So, what do we do with death in there?

Excellent question, I'm getting there! (Yes I imagine you are asking me questions because you are interested. It also serves as a transition.)

For Epicurus, and the Hedonists in general, death is nothing. Just nothing. Since we assume that all good and all evil lies in sensation, death is just a privatization of sensitivity.

The only evil for Epicurus is the pain (physical and psychological. I see you coming with your 'pain is not always so bad' eh.) But obviously, to suffer you have to be alive, and death is not suffering in itself. However! Death is NOT something to strive for, because although it is not an evil, it is a deprivation of happiness.

Epicurus did not make posters of prevention for suicide, but he comes in opposition to the Greeks (Plato) for whom death was positive, since liberation of the soul which can then rise you see.

Donc la mort n'a pas de rapport avec les vivants, ni les morts, puisqu'elle n'a rien à faire avec les premiers et que les seconds ne sont plus."

For Epicurus, death is just neutral, neither an evil, nor a good. It's just, death. Neither dreadful nor desirable.

Philosophical logic is to be indifferent to death. Since as you have nothing to do with the time before your birth (you did not exist) well it's the same with the time after your death. You no longer exist.

He even adds "As long as we are, death is not there, and when death is there, we are no more. So death has no relation to the living, nor the dead, since it has nothing to do with the first and the second are no more. "

-> it is absurd to fear death as a misfortune that happens to you personally, since your death is not a state that concerns you, since the very definition of death is the state of the world where you no longer exist.

People do not dread death, but dread this state of non-existence. It is not the fact that something terrible is happening, but the fact that there is no longer any "me" to whom anything can happen.

(It is linked to the notions of existence and of "me" that I just flew over, personal identity, the fact of existing -> besides, existence is only an illusion. ) (Yes I will develop it later don't worry)

This notion of death is based on death in general. Your victims are surely afraid of the terrible thing that is going to happen to them, and death can be a positive thing for them. Don't try to reassure them with philosophy lol.

Besides, hypothetically (as always) how you will react to a victim who is not afraid? We talked about those who struggle and those who beg, but those who are not afraid, or who do not react.

(it's only the half the notion of death, I'll continue later :) )

That was a lot. Interesting read though.

#fridge-boy #patrick hockstetter

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conjuringcoeurls · 4 years

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Irenic

Another NSFW piece, this time featuring @blackcoeurlkitten‘s Tomoe! Thank you for letting her keep Tsagaan in check. The man needs it.

featuring ftm/f oral sex and Tsagaan’s possessive behavior

“I don’t see how there would be any other solution here,” Tsagaan argued, still miffed about being relegated to merely an accomplice in this adventure. Wasn’t he the one who had discovered the big creature worming its way through the grounds of the steppe? Wasn’t he the one who thought it would be grand to fight the monster? Wasn’t he the one who brought Tomoe with him, so she could see his heroic deeds in vanquishing yet another foe?

Yet there she was, pleased as punch, skipping along his side with that unmistakable grin of success. She had, in less than an hour, taken it upon herself to relocate the fiend, making it hurl towards a camp of rival Buduga who, in their own stupidity, decided to flee instead of fight and thus entirely broke their camp apart. Tsagaan was so sure he could have taken it instead. Just showed the might of his enemies.

But that left him in the position where he had become so worked up about the fight and was now without an outlet. It smarted, that she had been gifted with such a foresight where they hadn’t even had to confront the Buduga, instead semi-peacefully avoiding all conflict. Not in a bad way, just in a way that irked him, that made him want to hide her away and keep her for himself because would another clan (or person! He didn’t want to think about either though) get their hands on her, she would maybe realize that she could rule over them all in no time. He did want others to look at her but be jealous of him, for he had been her chosen! He didn't want others to think they could be worthy. That would not do.

“Something the matter?” She chirped, poking his side, still beaming with that pride that made him want to drag her into a searing kiss. She deserved it of course. He just… wanted to show off a bit. It seemed like every time he tried, she still came out on top and he had to prove his worth to her all over again. Her slight frown made him smile though, grabbing the hand which had touched him right at that point on his side, below the true ribs. She knew his weak points by now as he did hers, at least some of them. Dragging her closer, a glare back at the place of his defeat, he decided to play as well, dragging her chin up so she would face him.

“You did great back then,” he admitted, for it was true and for her he would always concede defeat. The way she lit up, the smile that took her face was reward enough. He could only sigh and lean down to kiss her. She let out a delighted gasp and kissed back with the ferocity that told him she was equally proud of herself as he was of her, but she was way more open about showing it in front of him than he was. Only fair that he deepened the kiss, wrapping his other arm around her back to keep her close, shielding her smaller frame with his own. She drew back slightly, laughing and raised a challenging eyebrow that told him he had to follow up and shut her mouth before she could say something that would certainly wound his pride more than it had already been hit. She just giggled in return which told him he’d been right in his assessment.

“I did, huh,” she finally managed to speak between kisses, that smirk still firmly placed on her face. It made him smile in return, nodding for he would not indulge her with more words this time. She knew the truth and the consoling smooch to his cheek got him to forgive her faster than an arrow could hit its target. It also made him want to spoil her in more ways than just kisses, but the tent he’d set up earlier was still a few minutes away. Sighing, he picked her up, tired of waiting and keeping still. Carrying her in his arms, she wrapped hers around his neck to hold herself steady as he started running. Her admonishment was just fuel to his energy, and as soon as they reached the tent, his intent was obvious.

“I didn’t know you were that deprived,” Her fond tone was balm to his ears and he just grinned back, remembering the time they spent together after the tent had been built, where she had teased him for quite the time. She must have known then already what she intended to do and it made the sweet torture she put upon him even better. But now, he intended to pay back the injustice rendered upon himself and she had better take it or he-

Well he didn’t know what to do if she didn’t, but he’d figure something out.

“You robbed me of a fight, it is only fair I take my victory elsewhere, no?” He whispered, laying her down after fighting with the obnoxious flaps of the tent’s entrance. “And besides, you know fully well I cannot get enough of you.” It was the truth and she heard it too, the blue rising to her cheeks. Adorable. She had settled down while he used his remaining patience to close the tent back up, so the wind would keep out and freeze naked skin. Well, skin he intended to be bare soon anyways.

Tomoe had already been a step ahead and started removing her outer clothes, the adorable diligence in folding them before setting them aside always something Tsagaan was intrigued by. But today, he had less patience for her quirks, crawling closer towards her and snagging a leg with one hand and dragging her towards him with a predatory grin. She only laughed, patting him on his head. Very well then, if that is how she would play…

Struggling with her shoes took less time, practice making his technique perfect as she continued to work on her upper garments with a patience that made him want to scream. Once the damnable boots were off however, she could no longer prolong his suffering as he started to tug at the pants she had chosen for today, dragging them off her body as she indulgently raised her hips to allow him to take them off fully. With no time spared, he scooted up and set his mouth to work, starting a row of kisses on her inner thigh as she sighed and leaned back, letting him work it out while she settled her hands on his head, softly stroking it.

It felt like she was still in control and he wanted to change that so he changed his direction to instantly target what he seeked, happily noting her pussy already being wet. She hadn’t been so unaffected then, which made him absurdly happy, her own sighs of bliss as he started to taste the outer folds only fueling it. Why he always felt happiest when she was in pleasure, he didn’t know. What he did know, was where she was the most sensitive, which was knowledge he used to her full delight, sucking on the small nub as soon as he heard her first moan. The fingers in his hair tightened, not painfully so, yet.

“Yes,” he heard her sigh, the word drawn out to a hiss as he brought a hand towards her entrance, stroking it as his mouth was busy sucking on her clit, feeling the small pulses of blood on the vein at the place where her thighs met her body. Slowly, her legs drew up to hold his head in place as well, though he had no intention of leaving for how as his fingers found her entrance hot, wet and willing and thus it was not even a question of inserting them, two at first, only briefly abandoning her clit to lap up some of her juices.

Returning his mouth to its place, he started moving his fingers, thrusting them in an attempt to search for the right angle. It was easy to make her moan and moan she did, The fingers in his hair starting to smart but in a way that felt delightful. Her thighs held him where he was supposed to be and he happily stayed, adding another finger when she opened up further to a delightful gasp. It made him leak himself, but she could take care of that soon enough. First, he’d have her shivering in his arms as it was supposed to be, her pleasure his only goal.

Soon enough she did reach her peak, his sucking and fucking working out just as well as he had known it would, keeping her hips down with his remaining hand easily as she tried to buckle him off when she ould take no more. But, this was supposed to be a win of his, so he held fast until she could only gasp wordlessly.

Victory achieved.

#Tsagaan Dotharl #tomoe naeuri #FFxivWrite2020 #FFxivWrite

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tiny-anxious-mess · 5 years

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Dress to Impress

Summary: It’s date night for Logan and Roman. Logan searches for something to wear and instead finds a dress, some self-doubt, and a whole lot of love. (Human AU)

Pairings: Logan/Roman, Logince

Warnings: A few swears, kissing (though its nothing heated or anything), and some self-doubt and insecurity from Logan

Notes: second story!! thank you for all of the lovely comments on my first story, every single one makes my day! this fic was inspired by all the lovely fanart ive seen of all the different sides in dresses and i felt like writing something romantic so who better to pair logan with than the prince himself? haha hope yall enjoy this!

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It wasn’t that Logan was nervous, he was just... hesitant.

It was date night and a date might entail looking good. Roman would say that Logan always looked good, but you couldn’t fault Logan for putting in an effort.

But tonight was different.

There was a meteor shower tonight and Logan wasn’t about to miss a second of it. Roman had tried to surprise him by scheduling their monthly date night on that night, but Logan was already one step ahead. He had a picnic basket and everything.

The night wasn’t the problem; he wasn’t hesitating because of the night or the date or the anything.

It was internal. He knew that; he had enough self-awareness for that, no matter his struggle with other such emotions.

He wanted to be comfortable for the night. They would be there long and it was supposed to be a warm night. And so he looked through his wardrobe and looked and looked and looked and—

Here was his problem.

Right in front of his was a dress.

It didn’t come as a surprise to him to find it; he had bought it himself ages ago, though he never had the right chance to wear it. But tonight presented to perfect opportunity to wear it.

And therein lied the catch.

It wasn’t that he was insecure or that he didn’t have the confidence to wear the dress out, it was just that... well, he had never worn something like it out with Roman.

Playing around with his clothing was nothing new—college had been an exciting time to mess around with it all. But as he grew a few years older, it was something that fell to the side. He dressed practically and appropriately depending on the situation. He rarely, for lack of a better term, dressed up just because he wanted to.

But now there was the dress and the date and Logan didn’t know what to do.

It’d be easy just to slip it on and go out. It was nothing fancy, just a short-sleeved sundress. It was practical, he told himself as he picked it up. It’s going to be warm out and this is nice and light and—it’s practical.

He didn’t understand why he was so hesitant. He wasn’t afraid of what other people said, he wasn’t afraid of himself. He just...

Roman had never seen him in a dress.

Hell, Roman had never seen him in anything other than pants and a shirt, what he normally wore. He had never seen the photos of Logan and Virgil, an old college friend, in drag for that one night after finals. He had never seen the makeup Logan kept in a bag in his bottom desk drawer. He had never seen Logan as anything other than Logan.

Not that he wouldn’t be Logan in the dress; of course he’d still be Logan. He’d just be Logan in a dress and that... that made him hesitate.

He won’t hate you for this, Logan reminded himself. There’s no reason to think that he would so don’t think about it. He loves you now and so he’ll love you tonight, dress or not. It’s illogical to think of the negative outcomes. You can’t predict the future; or at least, none of his past behavior is relevant; he’s given no indicators that he might react negatively to you in a dress.

Logan sighed heavily, squeezing the dress in his hands. He placed it down and reached for his phone, sitting down on the edge of his bed.

He pulled up Virgil’s contact.

Me: Virgil, sorry if I am interrupting something, but once you get the chance, remind what is the breathing technique you use to calm yourself down. I am... in need of some assistance.

Virgil: Nah you’re not interrupting anything b. I use the 4-7-8 breathing thing but it could be different for you. nothing is exactly guaranteed to work for any single person

Me: Thank you.

Virgil: Is everything alright? you’re usually the one helping me with breathing

Me: I am fine, just... I’m second-guessing myself and it is unnecessary. I simply need to ground myself for a moment.

Virgil: what are you nervous about?

Me: I’m not nervous, just hesitant.

Virgil: sure Jan, talk to me

Me: Mm. I just. Roman and I are going to the open field down the street for the meteor shower. I was looking for what to wear, seeing as it's supposed to be warm tonight, and came across a dress I bought a few months ago. I think it’s practically that I wear it but I. I’m being ridiculous and am second-guessing myself.

Virgil: Oh okay well relax roman is gonna drop dead when he sees you in the dress, its the blue one yeah?

Me: Yes. And I am perfectly relaxed. I am cool. I am chilled.

Virgil: why must you torture me this way?

Me: I haven’t the faintest idea what you’re talking about.

Virgil: how the hell can you sound smug through text?? anyway roman will adore the dress and you and if he doesn't, ill fight him

Me: Violence is not necessary but the intent behind the action is much appreciated, Virgil. Thank you.

Virgil: no problem man, text me if you need anything or a hitman!!

Me: You’ve been hanging out with Remus, haven’t you?

Virgil: only when I'm willing to risk my sanity!!!!!!

Logan sighed again, putting down his phone. It was pointless to torture himself any further.

He stood up, grabbing the dress once again and moving towards the bathroom.

Time to get dressed.

***

Logan and Roman arrived separately. Roman had to drive home from work and then to the field. Logan was already there, ten minutes early, with the picnic basket, blanket, telescope, books, and journal for the night.

He sat on the blanket, tugging on the hem of the dress. It would be fine, he told himself. He had nothing to worry about other than getting mauled by a bear.

He rolled his eyes at himself. God, now I sound like Virgil.

He shook his head, forcing himself to shake off his doubts. It would be fine, it was just him and Roman and the stars. He didn’t need to think about anything else.

And yet when he saw Roman’s car pull up next to his a few yards away, his heartbeat quickened.

Logan breathed in—one, two, three, four—held it—one, two, three, four, five, six, seven—and then out—one, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight.

He stood, smoothing down his dress, and began towards Roman.

The man in question got out of his car, a bouquet of flowers in hand. Logan was able to identify roses, primroses, and red camellias. It was a rather beautiful arrangement; Logan could tell Roman had done it himself. He always insisted on carrying out his romantic gestures on his own.

Roman beamed when he saw Logan but it wasn’t until he used the flashlight on his phone that he reacted.

He paused then fully stopped. His mouth gaped, lips apart in an “o” formation. The flowers previously held closer up to his chest fell with his hand, now held loosely by his side.

Logan bit the inside of his cheek and reached up to readjust his glasses. He cleared his throat, saying, “Hi.”

God, “Hi”? Really, that’s all I can think of?

“H-Hi,” Roman stuttered. Even in the darkness, Logan could see the color in his cheeks, at the bridge of his nose.

“Ready?” Logan asked, wishing to fill the silence.

Roman blinked multiple times, eyes flickering over Logan before he swallowed and nodded. “I-I, um, yeah--yes! Yes, I’m ready!” he exclaimed, cheeks flushing fully this time. Then he paused and thrusted out the flowers. “Here! They’re for you! Of course, they’re for you; I didn’t exactly plan on doing anything else tonight and even if I was, I certainly wouldn’t be getting them flowers. Unless it was someone like my mom or mama, or--”

Logan walked forward, took the flowers, and kissed him.

Roman followed with no hesitation. He reached up to cup Logan’s face, lips quirking up ever so slightly when Logan turned his face into Roman’s palm.

They parted, lingering. “You look amazing,” Roman murmured against Logan’s lips. “Completely left me speechless.”

Logan snorted, smiling. “You had plenty of words, they were just jumbled,” he said quietly.

“That’s what you do to me,” Roman said. “Leave me all scrambled. It’s rude to deprive a poet of his words.”

“I never deprived you of anything.” They had begun to sway back and forth, rocking in each other's arms, still just barely parted.

“Oh please,” Roman scoffed, lips quirking again. He pulled back just enough to meet Logan’s eyes, gaze hooded and warm. “I could have a whole soliloquy written and memorized, and suddenly I see you and my thoughts fall to the side, my mouth goes dry, and all I can see is you. You, only you; you standing, sitting, humming, speaking, studying, laughing, smiling. You, just you; it’s enough to make me speechless. Enough to make me stop and stare. You’ve bewitched me and yet you are the cure.”

Logan was no good with emotions, even less so with translating them well into the words. Roman made it seem so easy. But Logan didn’t need to match Roman’s talent beat for beat.

Logan pressed a quick peck to Roman’s lips before resting his forehead against Roman’s. “I love you,” he whispered because he didn’t say those words a lot--perhaps not often enough--but he meant them every time he said it.

“I love you too.” The words sounded sweet from Roman, ringing orange and pink like a sunset in Logan’s mind.

Logan’s hand met and grasped Roman’s. “Shall we?” he asked, leaning back towards the field.

Roman smiled--and he says I make him speechless, Logan thought--and squeezed his hand, bringing it up to his lips, sealing the night with one final kiss.

“Let’s.”

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