#but i do just feel unsure about the endings is all...

[drudyslut]

— summary: kook princess. kook prince. perfect match, right? wrong. you hated rafe cameron and everything he stood for. and he hated you. so when your fathers spring it on the two of you that they’d arranged for the two of you to be married, both of your worlds are flipped upside down.

— CW: strong language, forced/arranged marriage, kissing, slight sexual tension, alcohol consumption.

— note: so sorry for how long this has taken me. i’m still unsure how i feel about it but i refuse to scrap it again. feedback is very appreciated! likes, comments, reblogs!

prev parts: one, two

2 days later…

Y/N

It’s been two days since the encounter with Rafe at the Country Club, and it’s all I’ve thought about. He was drunk, that’s what I’ve been telling myself. He was drunk, and he didn’t actually mean any of the shit he’d said to me. Rafe hated me, just as much if not more, as I hated him.

I needed to shove his face, and the way he looked at me that night, down. I needed to get my head on straight, because tonight… Tonight I had to glue myself to his side and pretend to be happy. Pretend that I was madly in love with my future husband, pretend we didn’t despise one another.

But as much as I tried, I couldn’t. I couldn’t get the look of pure lust he’d had on his face that night out of my head. I couldn’t get the way his hands grabbed at my body out of my head. I couldn’t get the things he’d said out of my head. He was stuck there… Almost like he’d wanted to insert himself deep into my mind and make me trip over myself, wondering, waiting… Did he mean what he said?

I squeeze my eyes shut, hearing his low and raspy voice at the back of my mind.

“Baby, you’re going to be crawling on your hands and knees begging for me to touch you. To kiss you. To please you. You can act like you hate me now, Lord knows I can’t stand you. But even I can admit, you’re fucking gorgeous. And I know you find me somewhat attractive.”

Fuck. What is he doing to me? He is attractive, but I’d never admit that out loud. He’s a fucking douche, and he knows that. I just wish this could be easy, I wish I was being forced to marry someone I somewhat like… That would make this a whole lot easier, but no.. Of course my parents would set this shit up with the Cameron’s. My dad and Ward have only been friends for as long as I can remember.

Fuck them, and fuck Rafe. I-

A knock sounding on my bedroom door rips me from my thoughts, and I sit up fully on my bed, crossing my legs and saying, “Come in.”

My door is pushed open, and I’m met by my mother’s eyes.

“Hey sweetheart, you’ve been locked up here all day, are you okay?”

I fight the scoff that wants to come out, not in the mood to fight with my parents today. Instead, I put on a fake smile and say, “Yeah. I’m fine, just trying to keep my energy up for tonight s’all.”

My mother makes her way to the end of my bed, sitting down and placing a soft hand on my leg. I sigh, knowing this is about to be some long lecture I wasn’t in the mood for.

“Sweetheart, I know how you feel about Rafe.. But this is a good thing, okay? I’m sure the two of you can learn to get along, he’s not that bad of a person is he?”

I open and close my mouth a few times, trying to think of what to say, but my mind fails to think of anything. She has a point. He isn’t that bad. He’s just had a shitty life — Well.. To an extent.

His father was known to be a major ass. I’d personally witnessed the verbal beatings he’d given his son, not to mention the few times I’d seen Ward actually lay hands on him. Rafe didn’t know what it was like to be loved and in turn, didn’t know how to love. Maybe things would be different had his mother not passed when he was only eleven, maybe she would have loved him, and taught him how to love. But we’d never know the answer to that.

“Honey? You still with me?”

I lift my head, finding my mother’s worry filled eyes once more.

I nod my head, “Yeah sorry, mom. I’m just tired. How long do I have until the engagement party? I think I might take a nap.”

Standing from my bed, my mom makes her way to my bedroom door, opening it but stopping to answer my question. “You have about three hours, guests will begin arriving in two. Take you an hour nap, then get ready. Your dress is on the back of your bedroom door. I love you.”

“Love you, too.”

She closes the door softly behind her, and I throw myself back into my pillows, letting out a deep breath. I close my eyes, hoping I can take a nap and not dream about Rafe and his fucking hands on me, I don’t want him to have this power over me, but fuck if he hasn’t burrowed his way into my head.

-

RAFE

“Rafe, we’re leaving here in twenty minutes!”

I roll my eyes, looking myself over in my bathroom mirror once more and straightening my tie. I just have to get through tonight, and then I don’t have to deal with her again for another few weeks. I could do this.

She’d been on my mind for the last two days though… That night at the Country Club, and how good she’d looked, how her voice sounded. Fuck, how could I have never noticed her like that before? How could I have always overlooked her?

She was fucking beautiful, and fuck her attitude, and the way she looked when she was mad… It had my cock straining for days. I hated her though, and nothing would change that. Not even good pussy would change the fact that I fucking hated her.

I clear my throat, straightening my tie for the millionth time before finally turning away from the bathroom mirror and walking into my bedroom. I make my way over to my nightstand, opening the top drawer and grabbing out the flask I’d had hidden in there.

Quickly unscrewing the cap, I tossed it back, swallowing as much as I could before screwing the top back on and shoving it back into the drawer, closing it. Fuck, I needed to use some mouthwash before I got into a car with my dad. Last thing I need is him bitching me out for drinking before we arrived at the Y/L/N’s house.

After swishing around some mouth wash, i grab my phone, wallet and keys, shoving them all into my pockets before inhaling a deep breath and letting it out slowly. You can do this, Rafe. It’s just the engagement party.. You still have three weeks until you’re officially married off to her.

I make my way down the stairs with one minute to spare, seeing my dad, Rose and two sisters all standing by the front door waiting for me. I meet all of their eyes, one by one taking in the expressions on their faces.

“Let’s go. Don’t wanna be late right?” I say slowly, pushing past all of them and out the door.

-

We arrive at the Y/L/N’s house within five minutes, their driveway and the sides of the street already filled with cars and the yard all the way into the house filled with people. I swallow nervously, running my hands up and down my dress slacks.

“You okay?” I hear Sarah say from the right of me.

I glance down at her, narrowing my eyes. She never gives a shit about me or how I’m feeling.

“Just peachy, Sare. You don’t have to pretend to give a shit about me.”

She scoffs. “I’m not pretending, Rafe. I couldn’t imagine being in your position, I’m just-”

“Look, I’m fine. Can’t be that bad, right?”

Before she even has the chance to respond, I lean over her, opening the car door and looking at her, my face letting her know to get out of the car. She does just that, exiting the car and smoothing down the front of her baby pink dress.

“If you need anything, you can talk to me. I know we don’t get along, but I am your sister, and I do care.”

It feels like a thousand needles prick at my throat, my eyes stinging from tears wanting to well up, but I don’t let them. Fuck, I need a drink. I nod my head at Sarah, thanking her before climbing out of the Range Rover and slamming the door, slowly making my way toward the front porch steps.

As I enter the house, the sound of music and chatter fills my ears, and I can’t help but wince. I’m used to this sort of environment, lots of people, music, the works. But it’s always people my age, and we’re having fun, not celebrating the engagement of two people who could care less about one another. Every last person here is oblivious to the fact that Y/N and I do not want to be married, fucking ignorant bliss.

I make my way into the kitchen, finding various bottles of liquor on the counter tops. I settle for a bottle of Whiskey, grabbing a small glass from the counter and pouring two fingers, tossing it back and pouring another.

“Do not make an ass of yourself tonight, son. I swear to God if you embarrass our families..”

I roll my eyes, slowly turning to face my father who stands so close to my back I can feel his breath on my neck.

“Don’t worry, dad. I won’t embarrass us. I just need a drink or two so I can get through this shit fest.”

My dad’s eyes narrow, but he keeps his mouth shut, turning and storming off into the house, probably in search of Y/N’s father. Good, hopefully Mr. Y/L/N keeps him off my ass tonight.

I toss back the second drink, placing the glass into the sink before shoving my hands into my pockets and slowly working my way through the crowd of people. A lot of the older men and women stop me, shaking my hand and congratulating me. I guess some people already know why they’re here tonight, shocker.

I approach the foyer of the house, scanning the length of the room when my eyes land on her. She looks absolutely beautiful tonight, shit. She’s making it really hard to not notice her lately. Why? I’ve been around her since we were kids, grew up together, and I’ve never paid her any attention. Why now? Maybe it’s because I’m being forced to marry her, so she’s been consuming my mind, or maybe it’s because Topper hasn’t shut the fuck up about her the last five days, ranting and raving about how “hot” she is, and how I should enjoy her. Maybe he’s right, and maybe that’s why I’ve been so infatuated with her these last few days.

Without even realizing it, I make my way toward her. My soon to be wife. The soon to be Mrs. Cameron, mother of my children.

“Hey.” I say lowly, my eyes scanning the length of her body in the tight fitting white dress.

She flicks her gaze up to my face, her eyes searching mine.

“Hi.” she responds.

I swear I see a blush cross her face, and I don’t miss the way she shifts back and forth on her feet, her white strappy heels clicking against the tile floors.

“So, we’re supposed to stay glued together tonight, shall we?” I ask, holding my arm out for her to take.

She hesitates for a moment before finally linking her arm with mine. A weird feeling erupts in my chest, and I shake my head, trying to shake the weird feeling.

We begin walking through the crowd of people, all eyes on us as we try and find our parents, knowing they wanted to go ahead and announce the engagement and wedding date so everyone can enjoy the rest of their night mingling and drinking.

Finally finding our parents, we slowly step up the stairs and onto the landing, standing between our parents — Ward and Rose beside me, her parents beside her.

Ward clears his throat, clinking a small fork on the side of his whiskey glass and getting everyone’s attention.

Fuck, there are so many fucking people here.

“Thank you for coming out tonight everyone. We have a very big announcement to make.”

He stops speaking, turning his attention to Mr. Y/L/N and letting him continue.

Y/D/N places a loving hand on his daughter’s shoulder, clearing his throat and speaking. “We have invited you all here tonight to announce the engagement of our two eldest children, Rafe and Y/N. We wanted to throw this party in their honor tonight, to celebrate two people becoming one.”

I discreetly roll my eyes. Two people becoming one my ass, more like two being being forced together so two companies can become one…

“The wedding will be in three weeks. Saturday June fifteenth. We hope to see all our friends and family there.”

The room erupts in gasps and cheers. A fifty-fifty of mixed emotions throughout. I notice Y/N’s hand tighten around my arm, her eyes scanning the room quickly. I take note of a few girls I’d slept with in the past, glaring at her. Fuck. I need to do something, these girls will eat her alive, they’ll know this is all bullshit. I need to try and make it seem real, but I don’t think Y/N is going to like my plan very much.

I slowly unlink our arms, turning her so she’s facing me and I cup her cheeks in my hands. She sucks in a sharp breath, narrowing her eyes on me.

“Trust me, okay?”

Her chest rises and falls quickly, but she squeezes her eyes shut and nods her head.

Without a second thought, I dip my head down and capture her lips with mine. The kiss is slow and soft at first, but I quickly deepen it, shoving my tongue into her mouth and feeling her body tense up underneath my hands.

She kisses me back, her body relaxing and melting into mine as the sound of the hoots and hollers slowly fade. There’s no one but us in this room. Shit, she’s a good kisser.

She finally pushes me back, wiping the corner of her lips with her hand and staring up into my eyes.

“What… What was that for?” she asks.

I glance behind her, seeing Jessie and Caraline rolling their eyes but stomping away. I can’t help but smirk at that, Y/N is the only girl I’ve publicly shown any affection towards, and they all know that.

I shrug. “I was saving you from being eaten alive by the bitches of my past s’all.”

She rolls her eyes. “Well, thanks. But I think I can handle a few girls.”

I can’t help but smile at that. She’s strong, she’s tough, and in three weeks, she’s all mine.

“I bet you can, but, you’re welcome.”

Her eyes continue to search mine, her hands shaking at her sides as she continues to stare up at me. God, my cock is painfully hard right now. I just want to take her up to her room and ruin her innocence, but I won’t. I’ll wait until the wedding night, I can wait three more weeks.

“Now, let’s go enjoy this party. It’s gonna be a long night, baby.”

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[kichiyosh1]

An eternity with you: I'll choose you time and time again

Wanderer x fem!reader

You always seem to find your way back to him. What a troublesome being you are. Fortunately for you, he wouldn't be able to stop you either way. You're the one he chose, after all.

Crazy plot twist that will leave you baffled🫨(but i think i made way to obvious lol)

"What's that?"

You always noticed the charm wanderer had next to his Anemo Vision. It was in the shape of a Sumeru rose, a vibrant chrysalis purple that, when caught in the light, would shine like the glowing bioluminescent beaches of Tatarasuna.

"Someone... gave it to me." For a moment, you could see the nostalgic expression on his face as he caressed the precious gem. It's an emotion so rare for him to display that you're unsure if you should be amazed by this new expression or perhaps a bit uneasy. It's rare for anything to capture the wanderer's attention, and if you were to assume how much that charm meant to him then

"This someone must be special," you subconsciously averted your gaze, but the wanderer was quick to pick up on it. He adorned a sly smirk on his face before it quickly turned to one of amusement. He let out a small chuckle before his eyes began to soften.

You sure like to poke around in my past, don't you?" He sighed, unsure where to start from there, but he's determined to convey his feelings.

"This person showed me the true meaning of eternity, something my creator was always so obsessed with. She was able to give it meaning to me with just her simple existence. It'd be an understatement if I wasn't just a little bit fond of this person."

You regretted asking. The look of bliss and admiration on his face made you feel like the most insignificant thing in the world right now, next to his special someone.

"Where is this person? Is she still around? Are you searching for her?"

"I'm... not exactly actively seeking her out right now."

"Do you keep the charm to remember her?" at that he simply looked to the side, a sheepish expression on his face before he went back to neutral.

"I've never forgotten her. She was the one who forgot me. We've crossed paths but she has no memory of me. She can't even recall the time she gifted me this charm."

He said it with such a casual tone that it left you feeling appalled.

How could she?!

You no longer regretted asking, only feeling indignation for what he's suffered through.

"Wanderer..." you put both hands on his shoulders, startling him in the process. You were too caught up in the moment to even notice the creeping tint of red on his face.

"What are you—"

"Please forget about her!"

"Wait I—"

"You deserve better! Deep down inside, actually maybe we need to dig down reaaaally deep but I know it's there! Someone like you deserves to find your own happiness! So please!"

Tears were gathering at the rim of your eyes, and you couldn't tell if they were from wanderer's sad, tragic love story or from the fear that if you didn't succeed in persuading him to move on, there wouldn't be any place for you in his heart.

The wanderer was baffled; he didn't expect this much of a reaction from you. It made his chest clench with that same feeling she always gave him—the same feeling you always gave him.

He composed himself, awkwardly patting you on the back in a way to comfort you. "It's not that big of a deal you know. It's not like the story ended there." you just kept on adding pages

"Well, guess what." You didn't give him time to think before you started tugging him by his arm.

"We're going somewhere to get your mind off her. Oh, and we'll need to get rid of that charm. That way, you won't think of her anymore."

Unbeknownst to you, you were the one that gave it to him.

"I don't think that's necessary," he says, but he's smiling. Your worried and determined attitude made it clear that you cared about him, and he couldn't be any more grateful.

"Nonsense, I'll buy you a gazillion way better charms, so you can forget about this one." You glared and pointed at the item like it was the bane of your existence.

"If you're that insistent, then I want it handmade." His hands, though he's done this many times before in the past, trembled slightly when he properly grasped your hand in his.

"Alright." You grinned and he looked fondly at you in return

It was amusing how you got so worked up about, well, yourself. But at the end of the day, it's still you, isn't it? It will always be you, you, you.

"I'm more than content that you're still by my side."

Before he erased himself from Irminsul, he never would have thought he deserved a happy ending with you. Fate had a funny way of leading people on, and he was led like a moth to a flame. Maybe an eternity with you wouldn't be so bad. No, he didn't mind, as long as it was you he'd be spending it with.

His precious sumeru rose.

─⁠──⁠──⁠──⁠─

"Heh, you always have a peculiar way of coming into my life."

"Is this about how I sneaked into the academia?"

"Mhm, don't worry. I'll make sure to leave the door wide open for you next time."

#scaramouche x reader #wanderer x reader #inspired by one of the character's stories in LDS #genshin impact x reader #scaramouche

[hyunjins-orange-slice-too]

if you like that, what if i did this?

pairing: han x f.reader, lee know x f.reader, han x lee know

genre: smut

word count: 3.7k

an: ooooh she writes something that isn’t chan~~ who is she~~? (a little nervous to post this one. but i really like it. lmk if you do too?)

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warnings: member x member (if you’re not comfortable with this, i understand- you can just skip this post), masturbation, oral (all receiving), switch lee know?, soft dom han?, implied reader enters sub space, unprotected sex, creampie, cum play. this is fiction and in no way represents real life.

“are you sure it’s okay if i stay here?” you asked. a water pipe had burst in your apartment and it was completely flooded. unsure of what to do, you called your best friend jisung. he encouraged you to crash at his place until it was fixed. he insisted on it actually and you didn’t really have the option of turning him down. you literally had no where else to go. so here you were, on his door step, duffle bag in hand.

“of course it’s okay.” jisung answered. his heart gave a squeeze at the sight of you in your oversized hoodie. you just looked so cuddly. he shook his head and shoved those thoughts back down. he reminded himself that you didn’t like him like that and he needed to keep his emotions in check if you were going to be sleeping in his bed. oh yeah, that’s the other thing. jisung didn’t really have a guest room. so the decided on arrangement was: you would sleep in his bed and jisung would crash in his roommates bed. minho said he didn’t mind.

jisung and minho were very close. the closest of friends. where there was one, you always got the other. they were always together so it was only natural that they shared an apartment. sometimes minho wondered if it went further than friendship for him. sometimes when jisung would look at him with his round boba eyes it would cause butterflies to erupt in his stomach. and he wasn’t sure how to feel about that. he was still working things out.

“well don’t just stare at her, let her in.” minho calls from the couch. chuckling awkwardly, jisung steps to the side and dramatically sweeps his arm through the air, ushering you inside. you had been here plenty of times before and knew exactly where jisungs room was. you headed straight there and dropped your bag on the bed before heading back out to the living room.

“you guys up for a movie?” you asked.

—

now, maybe a horror movie wasn’t the way to go. jisung was terribly scared, as were you by the time it was over. minho remained stoic and unbothered outwardly but on the inside he was also a little spooked. and when the movie ended and the credits started rolling, you all just sort of sat there in uncomfortable silence unsure of what to do next.

“uh i guess that means it’s time for bed.” minho said, stretching his arms over his head. you tried your hardest not to stare at the sliver of exposed skin that leaked from under his shirt. there was no denying that minho was attractive. you had always thought so, and honestly jisung was just as attractive, but he was your best friend and you never wanted to ruin that.

“yeah. i’m suuuper tired and not scared at all.” jisung replied. you rolled your eyes at that.

“yeah okay.” you scoffed. you stood from the couch and headed off to your temporary bedroom. “good night.” you called over your shoulder.

—

laying in his bed, surrounded by his scent, you couldn’t help but let your mind wander to what could be. and you couldn’t sleep anyway, too scared to close your eyes for even a moment. so instead, you stared at the popcorn ceiling and let your mind drift to thoughts that you normally buried deep in your subconscious. what did han look like with no clothes? was he hard muscle? or soft and squishy like his cheeks? he definitely had toned arms that you caught yourself staring at on multiple occasions. so you imagined that the rest of him would be toned as well. did he have defined abs? what about hair? was there that little patch of hair between his belly button and the top of his— stop.

you needed to get a grip. you took a deep breath, but that didn’t help. his smell was all around you. your core pulsed with need. you slowly ran your hand down your body, cupping yourself over your underwear. how many times had he touched himself in this bed? did he ever think of you like you were thinking of him? guilt swarmed in your chest, but the circles that your fingers made on your clit felt so good.

a scratching noise from the window caused you to halt your motions. you froze in fear. all the scary scenes from the movie flooding back to the front of your mind. what was that? holding your breath, you waited for it to happen again. and it did. a slow rhythmic scratching against the glass. you yelped and launched yourself out of the bed and down the hall, throwing open the door to minhos room and jumping into the bed between them.

“what the—“ minho started.

you threw the blanket over your head and pulled it down, shrouding yourself in darkness. your chest was heaving, heart racing, but you felt safer now that you were between the two men.

“what’s wrong?” han asked, gently lifting the blanket.

you pulled the cover down a little to peek over the top edge. jisung thought it was the cutest thing he had ever seen.

“scary noises in your room.” you said, embarrassed at your actions but not regretting them at all.

minho chuckled. “and you were the one giving han shit for being scared.”

you shoved him playfully. “shut up. i’m sleeping right here.” you made a dramatic point with your finger down to the mattress.

minho and jisung shared a quick look and then shrugged deciding that it would be okay if you slept there. honestly they would all feel a little safer. and once you were surrounded by their warmth, it didn’t take long for you to drift off to sleep.

—

"what are you doing awake? It’s like 4 am." minho mumbled sleepily.

"i can’t sleep." han had been laying awake for hours now, with you asleep in between the two of them, he was having trouble calming down enough to sleep. "dude she’s got her butt against my leg."

minho scoffed. "just go back to sleep jisung."

"i can’t." he palmed himself through his sweatpants. even though it was under the cover, minho noticed.

"are you hard right now?"

han nodded.

minho rolled his eyes, but felt his own cock harden slightly at the thought. he closed his eyes again, trying to focus on anything else. but han was restless. minho could tell han was still touching himself. he sighed. “take care of it I guess. just.. be quiet. don’t wake her up." and with that, he threw his arm over his eyes and tried to go back to sleep.

han carefully pulled his sweatpants off and kicked them to the floor, leaving him bare under the cover. he began to rub himself. you were so cute laying next to him. and you would shift every so often, causing your ass to rub against his leg. he couldn’t help but imagine what it would be like to see your bare ass, to grab handfuls of it, to spank it as he slid in and out of you. a soft moan escaped his lips.

"jisung, I said be quiet." minho hissed, annoyed at his own arousal more than he was annoyed with han.

"i’m trying. that’s as quiet as I can get." he said, chuckling. then he moaned again as his hand glided over the head of his cock. "fuck." he whispered.

minho grumbled, irritated, and shifted his body trying to find a comfortable position. but now he was having a hard time. hearing han’s soft moans only a small distance away was making him hard. he slowly slid his hand into his boxers. "damn it, han." he said, defeated, and started to stroke himself.

once han realized what minho was doing, it really escalated things. now han wasn’t only thinking about you, he was thinking about lee know and all of the ways he could make him cum. they were both pumping harder and faster now, shaking the bed slightly as they chased their highs.

your eyes slowly fluttered open. you brought your hands to your eyes, rubbing the sleep out of them softly. han and lee know froze.

"what’s going on?” you mumbled. “the bed was shaking.”

"an earthquake!" han blurted out without thinking. minho rolled his eyes.

"really?" you sat up quickly, scared, pushing the blanket off of the bed in the process. that’s when you saw what was really happening. both boys had their dicks in their hands. you blushed.

"shit. we’re sorry, yn." han said.

"this is probably so weird for you." minho added. "we can sleep on the floor."

"y- you don’t have to stop." You stuttered, flustered at the sight before you.

han’s jaw dropped, speechless.

"would you like to join us, kitten?” minho asked, the epitome of confidence, using his fingers to turn your face up to him and kissing you deeply before you even had a chance to answer his question. you gasped, breathless against his lips. his strong hands traveled down, down, down.

"may I touch you?" minho asked, eyeing your chest. you nodded. he slid his hand under your shirt, fingertips grazing your skin, leaving goosebumps in their path. he pulled the shirt over your head and discarded it on the floor. he kissed down your neck to your breast and quickly flicked his tongue across your nipple causing you to gasp. you turned your face toward han. he was finally catching up to what was happening. he leaned in and kissed you. it was a soft, sweet kiss. completely opposite from minho’s needy one. and it was everything you had ever imagined, and more. his lips ghosted over yours at first, testing the waters, before he pressed them against you with a little more force, gaining confidence.

"tell us what you want, baby." han whispered against your lips. hearing your best friend talk to you this way, to hear him call you baby, had you turning into a puddle in their arms. you never knew how much you needed to hear him call you that.

minho was sucking your nipple into his mouth now, making it hard to think. you shook your head no. "no? no what, baby?" han asked, this time in the form of a whisper in your ear.

“you can’t find the words, kitten?” minho asked, his breath fanning against your wet nipple.

"want you to touch him." you managed to blurt out.

han froze, unsure of what to do. he was flustered and trying to figure out his next move, but minho didn’t slow down at all. he didn’t miss a beat, he just reached over and wrapped his hand around han’s cock, pumping him slowly. han’s head fell back, his mouth open, soft pants falling from his lips.

seeing minho touch han this way, and to see han’s reaction to it, had you feeling more and more needy. you squirmed under minho’s touch, his tongue still on your nipple.

“you like to see me touch him?” minho asked against your skin, peppering little kisses around your nipple. you nodded, breathless, and unsure of what language you spoke at this point. were you mute? your brain couldn’t form anything. you started to feel light and almost like you’re floating.

minho let out an mmm accompanied by his little smirk. “if you like that.. what if i did this..?” he crawled across your body, and brought his mouth to han’s tip. you watched in eager anticipation as minho looked up through his lashes at han, silently asking for his permission. han gently combed his fingers through minhos hair and guided his lips around his cock.

the moment he entered minho’s warm mouth, han gasped, his head thrown back only for a moment before he focused his attention on minho again. han had never admitted it to anyone, but he had imagined this scenario before. had gotten off to it before. and now it was really happening. what han didn’t know, was that minho had also fantasized about this before. and with the excitement of the moment, took as much of han into his mouth as he could.

the sight before you had your pussy throbbing. begging for stimulation. you looked down at yourself, still covered by your sleep shorts, but you were distracted by lee know’s hard cock hanging down as he hovered over you to please han. minho’s cock was leaking precum out of the tip, and occasionally pulsed of its own accord, also desperate for stimulation. you slowly reached out and brushed your fingers down his length. he moaned, a muffled sound because his mouth was full. his hips jerked forward, his cock searching for your hand. you obliged and wrapped your hand around him and slowly ran you hand up and down, pumping him, spreading his precum along his shaft. you couldn’t see it, but han had a very clear view on minho’s eyes rolling back as you pumped him and as han slid in and out of his mouth. minho had never felt such pleasure.

“fuck- fuck jagi, i’m gonna cum. you have to stop.” han said, gently pulling away from minhos mouth. minho looked upset at the loss, and he pouted. jisung leaned down and placed a gentle kiss on his lips as an apology. “i want to last.” he explained. “you’re too good at that.” he chuckled and punctuated his statement with another peck on the lips.

you whimpered out a pathetic sound, still at a loss for words, your body squirming against the sheets, begging to be touched.

minho looked down at you. “we didn’t forget about you, kitten.” he said. “are you feeling needy? want us to touch you?”

you nodded fervently, thinking you may give yourself whiplash if you weren’t careful.

“no words for us, baby?” han asked. “are you feeling a little spacey?” again, you nodded.

“poor baby~~” he cooed. minho moved himself up toward your head while han positioned himself in between your legs. he made slow work of removing your shorts, dragging out the process just to tease you. but when he made eye contact with your pussy, the look on his face changed from smug, to needy.

“want to give sungie a taste?” lee know asked.

you slowly spread your legs in response, opening yourself up to him.

“so wet, baby. all of this for us?” jisung ran his fingers through your folds, spreading your arousal and circling you clit. “we’re so lucky to have such a perfect girl.” he praised.

lee know turned your face toward him, gently caressing your cheek. “such a sweet little kitten.” his thumb ran across your bottom lip. he placed his thumb against your tongue. you instinctively wrapped your lips around it, sucking gently. minho groaned. “open that pretty mouth for me.” he instructed, guiding his tip to your lips. and as you took him into your mouth, jisung was wrapping his lips around your clit. you pulled away from lee know to look down at han, gasping for breath. his eyes were closed as he tasted you, his hips rutting into the mattress below him.

“catch your breath, kitten.” minho said. you took a deep breath and looked up at him. “good girl, open up.” you did as you were told, falling deeper into your blissful state as he began to use your mouth. he was gentle with you, but still was taking what he wanted. han groaned against your pussy, lost in the taste of you. tears were pricking your eyes as that tension in your tummy started to build. you ground your hips against han’s face, chasing your release.

“are you gonna cum, honey? gonna cum on his face?” minho asked, his cock still in your mouth. jisung slipped one finger into your hole and that’s all it took to push you over the edge. lee know pulled out of your mouth, letting you focus on han as you came. you had fistfuls of his hair, holding him in place, coating his face in your juices. he kept lapping it up until you couldn’t take it anymore and you had to push him away. your body convulsed, legs shaking and your body curled in on itself.

“fuck, baby. that was so hot.” han said. he moved to wipe his face with his hand, but minho stopped him and instead pulled him in for a kiss. and it was a sloppy one. lee know essentially licked your cum off of han’s lips and chin and suddenly, you felt like you could have another orgasm right then and there. lee know wrapped his arms around han’s tiny waist and pulled him close, their chests touching, their tongues dancing together, the tips of their cocks touching. it was a beautiful sight to see, and you hated to break it up, but you felt so empty.

you reached out and grabbed lee know’s length, pulling him toward you. he reluctantly broke the kiss, and let you pull him. han looked completely fucked out, completely lost, completely in love. his eyes were closed and his knees were weak. minho was already in between your legs before jisung even recovered from that kiss. the best kiss of his life.

“please..” you whimpered, pulling minho by his cock, trying to line him up with your entrance.

“oh are those words, little one? please what?” minho removed your hand from around him and began running his tip up and down along your slit.

“please.. please..” you begged.

minho pressed the tip inside you and you thought you may burst into tears. he slowly inched inside, allowing you time to adjust. han was leaning over you, brushing the hair from your eyes, running his fingertips along your skin, from your jaw down to your nipples. minho slid in a little further. you grabbed han’s hand and squeezed it, moaning and babbling incoherent nothings.

“i know, baby. you feel so full, huh?” han cooed. “minho fills your little pussy so good, doesn’t he?”

“you’re doing so good, kitten.” minho said, grabbing your hips and fully seating himself inside you. he gave you only a moment to prepare before he started moving in and out, slowly, carefully, almost.. lovingly. he groaned at the feeling of you squeezing him, your high already approaching. he used his thumb to circle your clit. han continued running his fingers up and down your body, occasionally circling your nipples, giving them a little tug.

“uh- i- fuck- please-“ you babbled.

“are you gonna cum, sweet girl? cum on my cock. you deserve it.” minho rubbed a little harder on you clit and you saw stars. your body shivered and convulsed around him, causing him to find his own release. he emptied himself inside you, his fingers digging harshly into the flesh of your hips. your body fell limp and he slowly pulled out. minho leaned forward and placed a gentle kiss above your belly button. “come back to us, kitten. such a perfect girl.” he praised. everything was black, but your vision slowly returned and now han was positioned between your legs. minho was collapsed next to you, exhausted, placing soft kisses along your jaw and collarbone.

“think you can give us one more, baby?” han asked, using his tip to play in the cum that leaked out of you. you whimpered. “i know you can.” he said, gently pushing inside.

“fuck jagi, i can feel your cum on my skin.” han practically moaned. he squeezed his eyes shut, using every ounce of strength he had not to pound into your worn out, sensitive pussy. “feels so good.” he exhaled.

you really didn’t think you had another orgasm in you. that was until han lifted your legs and folded them toward your chest, causing him to reach a spot that had the stars returning to your vision. your pussy tightened around him, as minho lazily sucked on the skin of your neck, sure to leave a mark. he gently bit your earlobe, causing you to flutter around han’s cock.

“fuck baby.. need you to cum.” he moaned, breathless. you could feel it building. “want me to fuck my cum into you too? hmm baby?” he asked. “i wanna mix my cum with his. fuck.”

minho, still sucking hickeys into your neck, reached down and ever so gently slapped your pussy, right on your clit, and you came. you came for the third time that night. came around your best friends cock and he too came, pumping his cum into you.

you were at a loss. no thoughts in your head, your pussy practically vibrating from overstimulation.

han admired his work. both his cum and minhos slowly leaking out of your tired pussy. he reached down and scooped it up with his finger before putting his fingers into his mouth. minho let out an mmm before motioning for han to come closer. he brought him in for a kiss, their tongues sharing their cum between them.

everyone slowly came down, bodies tangled together.

“baby.. are you doing okay?” han asked, rubbing gentle circles into your side.

you nodded, eyes fluttering open to look at them both. they looked at you like you were the most important thing in the world to them. and your brain flashed on the potential consequences of the actions you just committed.

minho could sense the fear in your eyes. “shh. don’t worry. everything is fine. no one is regretful. okay?” he rubbed your cheek with his thumb. “as long as you’re okay, we’re okay.” you looked from him to jisung, who nodded in agreement.

“i’ve secretly been wanting to do that for a long long time.” han admitted.

“really?” you asked, voice hoarse.

han nodded. “and it was fucking amazing.” he chuckled.

“if you’re feeling strong enough, we need to get you cleaned up.” minho said.

“is the shower big enough for 3?” han asked.

minho smiled. “i think we’ll make it work.”

🚨reminder: this blog is 18+ only. i’ve been getting a lot of new followers (which i greatly appreciate) but if there’s no age identifier on your blog, i’m blocking you no questions asked. (for my own sanity and peace of mind.) ik some people don’t actually go to my page to read the warnings, so im going to start attaching a warning at the bottom of all my posts. thanks for understanding. 💕

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[sturnwh0re]

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contains: sub!chris, dom!fem, masturbating!male rec, pet names, overstimulation, commands, bucking, sucking, blow job, praising, begging.

IF YOUR CONFUSED ON WHAT THIS IS ABOUT LOOK AT THE REFERENCE POST POSTED BEFORE THIS!!

description: your boyfriend had just paid for your new and beautiful set of nails. You had been waiting to get them done to do this trend with him. You couldn’t have suspected what would come (cum) next..

Chris had got into the drivers seat after he has guided me to the passenger seat. He gripped your thigh and smiled while looking at your nails “You like them baby? They are so beautiful.” He smiled while taking my hand and kissing it, almost treating me like a princess which he never failed to do.

“Thank you I love them so much. They are very beautiful.” I said completely flustered at the kisses on my elegant hand. “But actually.. I was curious if you wanted to like.. do this trend with me because I got new nails.” I said mumbling it, unsure if you wanted to before we got home.

“Sure baby. Are we able to do it in the car? I don’t really feel like standing up..” he said curiously, hoping it wasn’t a dance or something we had to stand up to do. He tickled his fingers on my inner thigh waiting for a response.

“oh— oh yeah we can do it in the car. You just have to sit there okay?” I said pulling out my phone and unlocking it. I opened TikTok and started to chose a sound out to do it to.

“Wait— so I just have to sit here? That’s all? Like— nothing else baby?” He said confused. He had the thought that if he just had to sit there why was the TikTok so important? “Well— I’m not complaining that I have to just sit here” he chuckled and let out a small smirk as he listened to me scavenging for a good TikTok audio.

“okay, I found a good sound to use. Now just sit there. Mkay?” I said putting a thumbs up making sure he understood.

“Yeah, sure I got it.” He said shooting the thumbs up right back at me along with his handsome smile. I put one of my hands on his chest and my other hand on his crotch as the song started.

“Whoa— fuck—“ Chris said trying to jolt up but my hand held him back. I was still fiddling with his pants trying to show off my new nails to the camera as the song continued to play. My hand was pushing against his hardening length.

“Fuck baby— be careful.. shit.” He grunted as I rubbed my hand on his clothed but tender flesh. He let his head fall back on his head rest, it was clear he was trying so hard to not move like I told him not to. The song ended and I retreated my hands slowly. “good job baby! Can I post this to my story?” I smiled.

“don’t—“ His breath hitched as he tried to find his words “don’t touch me like and then go back to your phone ma.” He growled. “Come on. Put your phone down.” He said guiding my hand back to his hardened cock that now created a large tent in his sweats. He pulled my phone from my hand and tossed it into the back seat.

He pulled a lever on the side of his chair that made him lean back slightly. He shuffled his body around to get himself comfortable. I was still abroad to the situation that I have just created “baby— right now..?” I mumbled. I was looking out of our tinted window scared of anybody would see us.

“Please for fucks sake come on.. nobody’s gonna see us, I promise princess..” he whined pushing my hand into his bulge even more. He seemed desperate for my touch. He pulled down his sweats and slipped his cock from his boxers. “Please y/n.” He whined again as he slowly stroked himself.

I couldn’t help but bite my lip to see how submissive he had become and how quickly he acted to unfold in front of me. “You really want this now?” I said still unsure if we should’ve just waited until we got home.

“Please— fuck.. don’t make me ask again..baby.” he whimpered again. He had stopped stroking himself and moved my hand to his length again, bucking up his hips so his tip met the palm of my hand. I shrugged while rolling my eyes and decided to give Chris what he wanted. I wrapped my hand around his length and spit onto his beautiful tip, so my saliva acted as a natural lubricant.

I started to glide my hand up and down his rock hard length. I watched him as his head fell back and his hand rested on the steering wheel. He closed his eyes and out of pure muscle memory he put the car into park with his other hand. “Mmh..” he groaned as he bucked his hips up, meeting where the pleasure was being served.

he took a breath before requesting: “y/n.. faster..” he mumbled as his breaths picked up. I couldn’t only give him a hand job.. my mouth was throbbing in the need to have him in my mouth. I reached my head down and started to suck on his tip and I circled my tongue around his shaft.

Chris jolted up and his eyes widened as he looked down to see the back of my head bobbing up and down. He had felt my lips meet the base of his cock and back up to his tip again. His head fell back again as his free head met the back of my hair. He gripped my hair, tangling his thick fingers in it. “Ohh.. fuckkkk.” He grunted out full of need. He started to push my head down and whimper into the air.

“So fucking good ngh..” he grunted out again. The hand that was resting on the wheel was now reaching for the back of his headrest. Clawing at it for some kind of support. I kept my head bobbing up and down, slowly increasing my speed. Before I knew it his tip was slamming the back of my throat.

“please— fuck hold it.. please Jesus— ngh.” He moaned as he held his entire cock inside of my mouth. My eyes had started to water and my ears started to ring. He finally released my head, letting me control the pace again. My eyes were watering but I couldn’t help but want more of him.

“So good.. so fucking good..” he whined out. He held my hair up into a pony tail as I shot my head back up to suck on his pink tip. I started to see his legs tremble as his whimpers and whines became louder. “Ngh.. ngh..” he head shot back again as his eyes closed.

It was clear he was so close to cumming. “Hold it baby..” I said mumbling on his thick cock. I removed my mouth from his cock and now I was just stroking his length to see his handsome face. God. Just his reactions was enough to get me wet.

“I— can’t.. fuck..” he whimpered as he gripped the back of his headrest. He was looking down now at me stroking his cock. alittle cum seeped from his shaft. I had started to stroke him faster “I’m— i can’t hold it.. fuck please..” he whined again. He was struggling trying to obey me, but he wanted to be good and listen to me.

It was clear he was trying so hard to listen to me. Before I finished my sentence.. “your doing so goo-“ cum shot all over his stomach. His thick cock pulsed as long ropes of cum spurted out, and his legs trembled more. His whimpers were almost like yelps as his hips had bucked up into my hand “MMH..!”

I sat there in silence before I looked up at Chris who had a look of relief and pleasure plastered all over his face. He finally opened his eyes again and looked at me. “I’m— I’m sorry baby.. fuck it was too much.” He mumbled. He was so busy catching his breath his words were barely audible.

I had chuckled and kissed his cheek “you did so good sweetheart. I love you so much my handsome boy.” I said plastering sweet kisses along his neck, making some purple marks, claiming his as mine. Although he couldn’t hold it, he was such a good boy for trying.

“I—I love you too.” Chris mumbled still catching his breath, but letting it hitch to my sweet kisses I left along his sensitive neck. “You— you still wanna post that TikTok to your story ma..?” Chris panted while letting out a small chuckle.

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[luckylittlelesbian]

im just thinking about that scene

and like

im thinking, at this point lottie's either dating one of the yellowjackets, or oc, or reader insert, or laura lee is still alive (i wish). whichever it is, im just imagining how this scene could play out if someone that really loved lottie was present.

first, would lottie ask for her to leave the room like she requested with javi? (because she doesn’t want her to see it, or she doesn’t believe she’d let it happen?)

or would she let her stay? in which case, the other girls would have to hold her back because there is no way she wouldn’t try to stop it from happening

she’d be either screaming at shauna to stop (threatening she’ll kill her if she doesn’t)

or screaming at whichever girls are holding her back to let her go. or to stop shauna or something. anything.

"Do something!"

her desperation, screaming and cries would be almost doubling the pain and the horrific nature of the scene playing out in front of them all

impossible to ignore

but the girls would let it play out just like they know lottie would want them to.

so…

the rage

the rage that would come after shauna was done.

her gf would be pretty much getting ripped apart once they let go of her, unsure of who to go to (deal with) first

follow shauna outside? beat her half to death like she did with lottie?

direct her anger at the girls that held her back? or the ones that simply watched it happen and didn’t help?

go to lottie?

the right answer, it was go to lottie. of course

but the tension. it was palpable

there were tears streaming down her face as her hands hovered over lottie’s (what felt life soon to be corpse) body, and the face that was almost unidentifiable

she wanted to touch her. to hold her. but she was too afraid it would hurt her more

that her touch would be what breaks her. she was so fragile.

her lottie. her sweet and gentle lottie

she was almost shaking with anger. so full of it she couldn't breathe.

but she knew what she had to do.

her dedication to and trust in lottie was (and still is) so unimaginably strong

she wouldn't hurt shauna because she knew lottie wouldn't want that.

and she believes that lottie knows what's best.

she worships her more than anyone else

so instead she stayed away. she couldn't face that woman after what she did to lottie.

misty, like in canon, would be there to look after lottie on that almost medical level. but lottie’s gf would never leave her side

this would also lower any interaction she might have to have with shauna. which was for the best.

they'd spend nights and days together up there

at times it'd start to feel like lottie was getting ready to let go but she wasn't going to let that happen

on the nights that lottie was in too much pain to sleep she'd stay up with her (of course)

and she'd tell her about their plans for their future, for when they get out of here

she'd remind lottie about the wedding she described she wanted. the house she wanted to live in with her. the life she wanted for them. anything to make her remember that it's not her time to go.

she'd cry once lottie finally fell asleep.

and she wouldn't sleep for those first few nights. too afraid that she'd wake up and lottie wouldn't.

other times her future plans wouldn't include getting out at all, because on some nights neither of them could continue holding onto that hope

so she'd tell her about her spring and summer plans.

they'll survive the winter. and in the spring they'll know what to do.

hunt, and fish, and forage endlessly. until they have enough to last them all winter.

maybe they could even build another shelter. or two.

they could make a life out here. make the best out of what little they have.

it will be good

a wedding in the wilderness doesn't sound that bad.

a little cabin in the woods that they built themselves doesn't sound that bad.

and sometimes lottie would smile. or try to, even if it was pained

and that was all her gf wanted - for lottie to know that it wasn't going to end like this

eventually lottie's pain lessened and she'd finally cuddle up to her again

she was too scared to touch her for weeks, too afraid to cause her any more pain.

so when she finally felt lottie's body against hers again she filled with so much warmth and joy that for the night she forgot about the hunger

“you’re crazy, you know that?” she would say, still with so much love and adoration, as she’d brush lottie’s hair back.

the swelling of her face lessened by now.

“why would you let her do that to you?”

and even without having to speak, just with a certain look that lottie would give her, she’d know.

shauna changed after this. it was obvious. lottie helped her. and just like van said, she did it to protect them.

#im trying so hard not to use ‘you’ #sorry #yellowjackets #lottie matthews #shauna shipman #lottie matthews x you #lottie matthews x reader #wlw #lesbian #lottielee #lottienat #her wilderness gf #yellowjackets fanfic #natalie scatorccio #jackie taylor #taissa turner #van palmer #misty quigley

[sensitiveheartless]

Every once in a while I am compelled to read your anon fic from beginning to end, and I love it as much as the first time! For what could have just been a smutty crack fic, you’ve put in so much angst and feels and I love that the most about it. Even though the smut is really fun, I read it solely for the hurt/comfort sometimes. It feels like a slightly divergent AU of the skyline pigeon fic, if you get what i’m saying. Dazai trying to stop Chuuya from destroying himself at the PM… will you update it soon? Im really looking forward to the thrilling conclusion!

(For anyone unsure of what this is referring to, I mentioned the anon fic in the middle of this ask from a while back)

Awwh!! Thank you, that's so nice! Yeah that fic really got away from me and turned into a way more sincere and emotion-heavy plot than I initially intended — I guess that's kind of inevitable with all Chuuya-leaves-the-PM fics, because it canonically takes a LOT to pry Chuuya away from protecting people he cares about (see the "he never stopped trying to protect the Sheep even after they literally stabbed him in the back" part of canon). Also you're right on with it being a divergent version of the Skyline Pigeon fic — I tend to think of the pigeon fic as the "what if Dazai didn't get Chuuya out before he fully broke" version of the anon fic :0

But yeah the anon fic initially started as a thought of "I want to write skk being domestic and goofy but I kind of want it to be in Dazai's dorm room because the idea of Chuuya settling in there is very fun and soft to me" which led to "Okay but why would Chuuya be living with Dazai and not in his own apartment?" which led to "What if Chuuya left the Port Mafia" which led to "but how the heck would he be convinced to do that" which led to "what if Dazai tried to seduce Chuuya into leaving" and then that thought was so funny to me that I had to write it

And then it grew ✨a lot of emotions✨

Anyway! All that said, I do plan on updating it soon! Along with the Skyline Pigeon fic — I've been able to work on both fics a lot more recently, after having a massive mental block on them for a while aksfjksdjf (And after that I may actually write the intended domestic fluff of skk living together lol)

#most of my fics really have just been runaway 'what-if' scenarios aksdjfkdsj #senhart's writing #ask box

[rhaenyra-storms]

for fluffy saturdays: Robb Stark and his wife reader cuddling by the fire, talking about the future

yeaaaah, i'm reviving this blog again after so long and i'm working through some asks! :) enjoy!

content warnings: just fluff, talk of having children together

Robb and you had been married for a few months now. The war was still raging on, but as long as you two were together, it all seemed a lot easier.

There were a few moments where you could just forget about all the horrible things around you.

Just like now, when you were cuddling by the fire in Riverrun. Robb had now experienced triumphs and defeats in the war against the Lannisters, but none of that mattered in this moment.

You were wearing your nightdress, sitting on some blankets in front of the crackling fireplace. Robb's hand was resting on your thigh, his eyes never leaving yours.

"Sometimes I can't believe you're real," he whispered, a few loose curls hanging into his face. He would shave his growing beard again tomorrow, but there was no need to look strong or perfect in front of you. There was no need to hide anything in the privacy of your room where nothing but your love for each other mattered.

"I guess I am," you answered with a low chuckle, moving closer to your husband and resting your head on his shoulder. Robb's strong arm wrapped around you, his face turning over to face the fire.

Your hand grabbed Robb's free one, intertwining your fingers and resting your connected hands on his thigh. There was a smile on his lips, a calm one.

"Do you think we will have a child soon?" You asked after a while, the thought itself making you smile. It was hard to set a child into this world, but Robb and you had been talking about it for so long and there was nothing better that could happen to you both.

"One day. And when this war is over, we're going to live at Winterfell and I'm going to teach him or her to ride a horse myself," Robb smiled, his arm moving down as his hand rubbed up and down on your back. "Maybe we will even be blessed with more than just one child."

While you couldn't deny that the prospect of having more than one child definitely sounded exhausting, the thought also made you feel warm around your heart. Having a family with Robb, getting to wake up next to your beautiful husband every morning and then seeing your children at the breakfast table... it seemed like a dream. The war had made you quite unsure about your future, but if you had any say in it, you would make sure that Robb would be there in all the different futures that might await you.

"At least the child will have someone to play with then. Maybe we should aim for more than one kid," you smiled, hand squeezing Robb's gently. A low laugh slipped past your husband's lips and his eyes seemed to light up with excitement.

“Whatever the future will bring, I am happy to spend it with you.” His words were gentle and accompanied by a smile, his hand squeezing yours again tightly. You knew that Robb would always be at your side, no matter the circumstances.

The war had left you both unsure about the future, but it felt good to talk about it in the quiet of your shared bedchamber. Where no one could disturb you and you could share even the most naive thoughts with each other.

Maybe it would all be well in the end.

#robb stark x reader #game of thrones #got #got imagine #game of thrones imagine #robb stark imagine #robb stark one shot #robb stark #robb stark fanfic #robb stark fic #robb stark headcanons #hotd #house of the dragon #robb stark drabble #fluffy fridays #robb stark x y/n #got headcanons #game of thrones headcanons

[another-lost-mc]

Since may 23 is a kiss day (in japan), can I get your ocs kissing hc? :3

Well isn't that a fantastic idea!

AZRA

Such a good kisser, it's actually unfair

Chaste, sweet, passionate, downright filthy - his kisses leave you breathless and wanting more

He teases with little flicks of his tongue or nips of his teeth and hopes that you'll do the same for him

Sometimes he hums into the kiss, or moans softly, or whispers sweet nothing when he pulls away far enough so you can catch your breath

You can tell when he puts his feelings into a kiss, he kisses you like he might never kiss you again; he wants you to think about him (and his mouth on yours) long after the kiss ends

ZEE

His kisses are like a claim he has on you

Even when his kisses are soft and gentle, they're still intense

His kiss tells you what he sometimes has trouble expressing with words: I missed you, I love you, I need you

He loves the way you taste but he has to be careful not to get too carried away because he doesn't want to cut you with his fangs

If he does cut you, it's by accident - but he kisses you better and maybe the taste of iron gets him more riled up than it should

He groans into his kisses and you can feel the resonating rumble in his chest when you touch him

KARASU

An unpracticed kisser at first, he's hesitant and unsure and a bit clumsy

He's grateful and so eager to practice learning how to kiss you though

He's a very reactive and vocal kisser - he gasps or moans if you touch him or tease him, he whines if the kiss ends too soon for his liking, he whimpers when he's overwhelmed and doesn't know what he wants, all he knows is he needs more

He doesn't use his tongue or his teeth except during the most passionate and needy make out sessions, or when you're in bed together - your lips alone are enough to get him worked up

TENEBRIS

In terms of skill, he's similar to Azra

He prefers slow, almost luxurious kisses - he doesn't like to rush things

He's very generous with his kisses too: a casual peck on the lips, a quick kiss on the cheek, even a brush of lips against your neck or shoulder if he's standing behind you

As much as he loves kissing you, he wants you to kiss him too; if you're willing, he'd love nothing more than to have you leave a mark (or two or three) on his neck or chest for him to admire later

BELIAL

To describe his kisses in a word? Greedy

He wants to kiss you wherever and whenever he can, and he doesn't really care who sees

(Part of him wants to keep the sight of your darkening eyes and shiny, kiss-swollen lips to himself, but the other part of him wants the whole world to see that it's him who gets to kiss you and no one else)

AHEM! Anyway, you could say that he has a thing about wanting to claim and be claimed by you - kiss him where others can see, leave marks on him which he'll gladly show off and wear with pride

His kisses can be playful as much as they can be intense and needy - he loves quick kisses that he peppers all over your face, exaggerating the little smack of his lips when he does it, just to make you laugh (it's even better if people nearby groan about how gross or sappy he is)

He loves a hot and heavy make out session too - there's nothing better than having you in his lap (or straddling yours) while he moans into your mouth and sucks on your bottom lip or tongue

METATRON

He's a surprisingly good kisser. Maybe you'd think he'd be shy or inexperienced since he doesn't talk about having many past lovers, but no - he leaves you breathless and wanting in all the right ways

His kisses can be playful and a bit teasing - even when he knows you want him to kiss you rougher, or with a bit of tongue or teeth, he draws back just to see if you'll whine or take control and kiss him the way you want to be kissed

He's a bit shy about kissing you in public with others around, but he knows all the best places in the library or Celestial Halls where he can pull you aside for some desperate kisses where no one else will find you

He can be a bit vocal - kissing turns him on a lot, and your lips muffle the little sounds he makes

He also loves when you kiss or suck marks onto his neck or chest

#jes.replies #jes.oc asks #my oc: azra #my oc: zekhan #my oc: karasu #my oc: tenebris #my oc: belial #my oc: metatron

[rad-polls]

The last poll about peaking made me ask myself more questions because for me there was a huge time gap between my more general radfem peaking and my gender ideology peaking specifically, so I almost consider them two specific things.

Gyns, what is your definition of "peaking" in the context of gender theory/trans ideology in particular ?

-going from tucute to transmed

-realising most trans people do not suffer from dysphoria and are just jumping on a trend

-realising that while medical dysphoria exists, most cases are socially induced and should be treated/not affirmed

-realising that there is no such thing as being born with dysphoria, only internalized sexism/homophobia

-looking at things from a logical perspective and realising trans ideology is not backed by any science

-no longer believing in/rejecting the concept of an innate gender

-distancing oneself from the trans community for political reasons (treatment of detransitionners, women, etc)

-something else (elaborate?)

-not a radfem

(feel free to add more options OP, these are just the ones that immediately came to my mind)

I think you covered everything! Thanks for the question ^^

#poll #polls #radblr #radical feminism #radical feminists do interact #radical feminist safe

[narzissenkreuz-ordo]

ok im done wuthering my waves for the night

so far my thoughts are leaning towards positive since i was having fun the whole time:

the game does not feel polished at all and ran into a couple of weird visual/audio glitches.

the eng voice acting is hit or miss.

im not gonna judge the story at all because it would be like judging genshin halfway thru mondstadt, but after meeting scar i'm a lot more intrigued about the whatever themes the story is trying to say, because that fucked up fairy tale he told was sick as fuck. other than that im kinda ehhh at this point

im not a gamer, hyv games that got me REALLY playing video games besides a few select few so i dont consider myself 'good' at video games but the combat is fun and satisfying

the open world doesnt feel empty at all like i feared it would there have been plenty of shinnies to get distracted at and its a fun time

the echo system is a bit confusing and i still dont rlly understand how sets & stats work. but making 'artifacts' be pokemon you can run around and capture is SUCH a cool ass, but unsure how well it'll be in the later game statages

ended up with calcharo as my 5* and i'm glad because hes pretty straight forward and easy to use so its helpful during the learning process

i like how when you get new characters a little tutorial is unlocked and it walks you through the characters kit real time and its SO helpful in understanding what they do and if you like a character play style enough to level up a bit

i've been running around with calcharo and mortefi. switching around w danjin/aalto. i think sanhua is pretty and will probably use her when i DO get her, and i think i wanna go for changli when she comes out because boy is she PRETTY

silly thoughts:

the rave turtle echo is fuckin hilarious i love it

the world's fucked up problem being called 'lament' just makes me cackle and think of mr zy0x

i was expecting scar to be the edgy teehee so random im crazy xD type character but im pleasantly surprised by his introduction and im v curious about him

aalto is silly

mortefi is hot i like him, i had to pick a dude in this game it would probably be him (so far)

alright i think those are all my thoughts for now

#yappin #wuthering those waves #wuwa spoilers #wuthering waves

[gifti3]

I slept on it and i still dont get it

#sometimes stuff just goes over my head tbf #but i dont get it haha 💀 #i think im overthinking again #like its baby connections #but i cant help but wonder what the point is of each thing happening #....!! #like i understand the story but i don't get why #obey me making my brain run in circles for no reason sigh #im just stuck cause of character growth(?) that might not even be that tbh #it feels like it kinda happened for no reason (character wise) is what im saying #but yea im kinda done with the main story #im just gonna read through all my asmo cards now #and i do wanna say i do like what they were like cooking in the beginning #but i do just feel unsure about the endings is all...

[moeblob]

What Deacon thinks: what did that mean? did he want me to wear a collar too? why else would he mention my neck? i mean, if he /asked/ me i would wear one but he didn't so would wearing one be weird?

What Ymber meant: It's nice to be near someone who isn't tethered to this world to serve it with a physical reminder for all to see.

#my characters #this just in ! thats why all the deities in the plot have collars and a chain ! #its because THATS THEIR DESIGNATED I AM HERE TO HELP THIS WORLD SYMBOL #they cant remove their collars and thats fine by them - its a constant reminder that they exist to serve #deacon really shouldnt get as much crap as he gets in canon for being weird cause the deities are just a different brand of weird #like its not deacons fault that apparently you can say nice neck with no underlying desire #but he cant say hi would you please possess me i want to know what its like to have someone else in my body #like thats really not something you should pin on deacon YET EVERY deity is like wow what a lil weirdo #he also just really wants to please ymber so if ymber asked he would definitely do whatever #on the flip side i need to point out that deacon very specifically doesnt ask ymber for things nor does he pray for things #and it drives ymber up a wall because this is his favorite human who wont ask for anything and he isnt a psychic #he doesnt know what deacon wants or needs and its infuriating cause he exists to serve humanity #and yet this ONE GUY wont let him do things for him #this is very important and i cant believe i mentioned it like a month ago to someone and today #i received gift art of these two and i may never recover #its so perfect and its ymber just looming over deacon telling him that he can pray about anything to him #its also worth pointing out that when i was telling the person about the whole ymber begging for a prayer #its because he realizes that after all this time hes never had a single prayer from deacon - not before nor after the hire #so hes like oh well thats odd hmm #and then begins to talk to deacon like you know people pray to me for lots of things #and deacon looks at him unsure of what this is leading to - did someone offer a weird prayer? ask a weird thing? whatst? #and no - its just ymber saying that people will pray for wealth or an item #or they will express frustration if something is lost or broken despite it not being ymbers fault so deacon just stares #he has no idea what this is going to end on really so he points out 'well you do like to think you break people' #and ymber just ASDFASDFSADF STOP OK NEXT POINT people pray to me to bless relationships with happiness #and thats fascinating so deacon is like wow can you actually do that? #and ymber is so stressed as hes like i mean kinda i can simply amplify the positive emotions in gestures #like if someone gives an item out of love then its blessed #he also admits that he cant mask insincerity or malice so those feelings are not hidden nor amplified #and deacon just is impressed bc that is actually VERY cool

[fluffs-n-stuffs]

"Cuhut it out- you guys!" "Nu-uh, not until you're all perked up first! You don't want those gym challengers meetin' with an ol' mopey leader, do ya?" "Whitney's right, dear friend. No need to hide that beautiful smile of yours, alright?~"

What it takes to cheer up Johto's beloved ghost boy 👻💕

#some incredibly self-indulgent fluff for my own sake SKJDFSNDFS #Morty was having one of Those days where the weight of his responsibilities as leader and expectations as someone meant to bring back Ho-Oh #-felt a little too heavy to handle (more so than usual) #luckily his best friends (and mayhaps crush of nearly an entire decade) are here to take a stand against his low mood 🤼 #I've been having brainrot of Whitney's dynamics with these two alrighttttt they all deserve to be silly with each other #best wingman award goes to this girlie for putting up with these two's mutual pining antics for years sdkfjskjdfh #the way I see it Morty and Whitney were besties way back before they had even become leaders (with Morty being the older between them) #there were definitely rumors going around between their towns about how they're an item #when the reality is that Whitney's more focused on winning the affections of the other cute girls she hangs out with #while Morty's a repressed gay lad burdened with religious guilt SDJFHUISJDNFS /LH /LH #the second Whitney caught wind of Morty actually developing a crush on someone you just Know she was on his ass Immediately #asking about aaall the details--who he is- what he does- how he dresses- if he could even conceivably pass her standards of how a-- #--fitting partner for her best friend's meant to be #to which an incredibly exasperated Morty struggles to answer because Eusine is just beyond his comprehension /affectionate #when Whitney does eventually get to meet him in person the first time she most certainly takes a jab at his fashion sense SDKJFSDFNS #BUT they do end up getting along a lot better than Morty braced for- which was a huge relief to him #it soon reaches that point where Eusine's secretly asking her for details on the things Morty likes and how to possibly impress him #all the while Morty's asking her for advice on how he could cope with his feelings when he's still unsure on whether they'd be requited #Whitney finds the whole ordeal simultaneously very funny and perhaps one of the most frustrating things imaginable SDKJFSKDNFS #enough of me yapping thouuughhhhhh I should save that for its own post 🏃‍♀️🏃‍♀️🏃‍♀️ #pokemon tickle #gym leader morty #morty pokemon #gym leader whitney #whitney pokemon #mystery man eusine #eusine pokemon #eusine #lee!morty #ler!eusine

[von-karmas-a-bitch]

cell block tango but it's the ace attorney women who killed men (who deserved it to varying degrees and in some cases not at all)

#like mimi could have an EXCELLENT solo about dr turner #and you really feel for her #dahlia is the same but at some point along the way she starts to sound a little insane but it's unclear where that point is #bc one thing led to another for her and the more people she silenced the more other people she had to silence bc they knew something #and she can't seem to decide if and when she started to enjoy it but she wants you to think she enjoys it bc she wants you to be scared #bc actually SHE'S scared she is very prey animal rage #you're left unsure how to feel abt her by the end of her solo but you can't say you don't sympathise #cammy meele is there but behind the mask of haha funny sleepy girl who gets away with slacking off bc she's hot #is a woman who just wanted some quick and easy cash and planned to just do one crime one time to get rich quick #and then quit this stupid job and live comfortably for the rest of her life #thinking it wasn't THAT big a deal and it was very unlikely for her to get caught #but then it turned out this smuggling ring went way deeper than she thought #and now it's either her or the interpol agent. so she does it. she just wanted to live deliciously was it too much to ask #dee vasquez is there too of course #april may is there bc she didn't get to kill a man but boy did she want to #and then there's calisto. who fucking knows what her motivation was. does she even know? all i know is her solo is gonna be INSANE #idk what to tag this as im just gonna not im so burned out rn lmao

[brookheimer]

I sooo feel that it’s going to be the abuse revelations that will be the turning point in romans arc. So far he’s been painted as quite emotionally intelligent and business minded this season. I feel the press exposure of his abuse will lead him to the darker things we see coming this season such jumping into protests, being angry and a little unstable with matsson etc

yeah like lowkey that’s what i’ve been thinking too… like what if he becomes so desperate to prove his worth and be seen as his own person not the little boy beat by his father that he throws himself headfirst into atn/mencken/etc because if there’s anything that could drown out the abuse press it’s becoming a vocal fascist LOLL

like idk. i’m curious when it’s gonna come out too. maybe end of next ep? doesn’t seem like it’s present for a lot of the matsson interactions but again that could always be a bait and switch like the wedding ep trailer

i’m not entirely sure that that’s the route they’ll take (feels kind of like Sensational and Larger Than Life and more bojack horseman ish than succession kinda? while also being v similar to shiv’s open letter ab ken last season too) but it’s the clearest path we can see rn for the Roman Breakdown and it could happen for sure which is…. terrifying <3 will be watching through my fingers and weeping

#succession isn’t really a show that ~predictions~ work super well on unless they’re more general thematic or emotional things bc it’s all so #human and unpredictable in the way that real life tends to be ya know. but. this is certainly very plausible it just seems almost TOO tragi #like usually succession characters hit their rock bottoms bc of things They do/the consequences of those things #but it feels almost too cruel to have it be like kendall leaks these stories and ruins roman’s life so roman becomes an unstable fascist #like idk. feels too one-sided as in roman clearly didn’t do anything wrong there he’s JUST the victim which isn’t rly succession’s M.O. #the only rzn it’d be that clear cut is if they decided to make roman like EVIL evil and needed us to still feel bad for him #and idk just feels a bit like a different show the more i think about it #all that being said……. if the abuse leaks do indeed end up leaking roman is going to break #just unsure 1) if they’ll leak/what will be leaked 2) what that Breaking wld look like. no matter what tho it will be viscerally painful #abuse revelations being the turning point just feels almost TOO tragic :( like fuuuuuckknkkkkjjj #but hey. kendall left that door wide fuckibg open so…. eek #succession #succession spoilers #roman roy #asks #anon #succession speculation

[theramblingvoid]

Thinking about Mr Wines today (possible spoilers ahead? for something implied in several places but never outright said)

If the theory that Wines is a demoted Judgement is true, I wonder how that must feel for it, physically...imagine being an entity of light and law and pure heat only, a literal star, and then suddenly a physical flesh-and-bones creature.

- it probably forgot to eat a lot in the beginning, and then got dizzy and remembered oh, right, this lesser form doesn't even fuel itself with elemental fusion >:/

- what if when it's not actively doing something it's just. Completely still. It's used to just hanging in a set place in the cosmos, so it doesn't really have the instincts to fidget or keep track of where its limbs are when at rest. The other Masters will sometimes just find it staring at a wall in the Bazaar with one wing held kinda weird like it just forgot about it there, until it gets broken out of its train of thought

- maybe it likes to drink because alcohol makes it feel warm and invincible and a little bit foggy, the closest it can get to the way existence used to feel outside of the limits of a biological body. (well yknow, that reason and the depression, but it can multitask)

- on a more light-hearted note, I wonder how long it took for it to learn how to work the wings? I'm guessing Very Long. And many crash landings.

- ...I wonder if it bonded with Veils in the Neath because it could relate to feeling trapped down here and wanting to rebell against the limits imposed on it by law, even though Veils yearned for something lower (the hunt, the kill) and Wines for its old higher power back

#fallen london #mr wines #voidrambles #welcome to Shade Probably Gets 97 Little Known Lore Things Wrong #i always feel so unsure about making flondon lore posts or posts about the Masters because i feel like i don't have a solid understanding #of a lot of it still #but. thinking about Wines a lot this week #how it's just sort of stuck down here now #and I'm always always always thinking about what its behind the scenes relationship with Veils must have been like #and what made it finally go from enabling to giving up and selling it out at the end of BaL #at the point when it did #and the promise it traded for with the player. i just. o u g h #it's so good and it happened at SUCH A TIME in Hallowrove's personal timeline while i was playing #...well this wasn't meant to turn into a BaL ramble post but i guess all of them do with me lol #BaL spoilers