#death of a grandmother

[sems-diarie]

death is insane. wdym i’ll never see my grandmother again

#she’s in her chair in the den cant nobody tell me nothing ok #death tw #grief #what’s this house without my grandmother in it? (all the people she left behind) #i cried this morning while eating grits she taught my mother how to make. love is so big when i think of it like that #i thought i heard her walker clack in the hallway last night. #she wears glasses & we have to decide where to keep them #grief is so strange #i can’t keep crying by myself (i’ll be crying for the rest of my life) #love is carrying on. i think.

[puppetmaster13u]

Prompt 245

Now Danny would openly admit, if only to himself, that he had a type when it came to relationships. If they were strong, if they were a threat to him, then chances were he would develop some sort of crush. It was how he had dated Sam and Valerie (And Johnny & Kitty) when he was a bit younger, and hell, Sam had technically succeeded in killing him, even if partly. 

Attraction towards smart people who could kill him was honestly par for the course for a Fenton or Nightingale anyway. 

And he’d also admit he enjoyed a bit of time travel, learning about times and culture long before his time, to the point that he could blend in in ancient times just as easily as the time he had been born in. That it was natural to mutter in a language lost to time. 

So color him surprise when another man perks up in the bar he had paused to get a drink in, vibrant green eyes gleaming in interest and responds in turn. And not just in the language, but able to keep up when he talks about things that once existed but haven’t been rediscovered yet. 

And one thing led to the other, and there might have been some assassins and some shenanigans that end with them both laughing together in an inn and then more and- Okay he has a type alright, and he’s ticking each box! How is that fair? 

#DCxDP #DPxDC #Prompts #Adult Danny #Ras is just as smitten and so sad whenever Danyal leaves #But Danny always returns & he’s explained he has to travel lest he go mad #Danny isn’t technically from the DC dimension but it’s his favorite & it has nothing to do with Ras #Is their relationship healthy? Definitely not but they’re morally grey immortals #Dusan asks about his mother first #Technically Danny isn’t his mother BUT he does take on parental role & as far as the kids are aware this death-being is their mom #Why look Dusan even has his hair- their logic is flawless #Talia tells Bruce her mother is gone & for YEARS he thought she meant dead #Ellie got her wanderlust from Danny & they all give off some sort of mystical fae vibes #deadly decisions #Space Core Danny #Moon Core Ellie #Sun Core Dan #Liminal Al Ghuls #Danny is Not ghost King #Technically he’s some sort of being of rebirth like some sort of cosmic phoenix #Am I saying long-haired Danny with feathers in his braid that shimmers from white to galaxy? Maybe #Batfam had no clue about Danny save for Jason #And they didn’t find out until Damian mentions Grandmother apparently visited once more #Let Jason & Damian be brothers #How many tags until tumblr deletes them I wonder

[one-time-i-dreamt]

William Afton killed my grandma.

#dream #william afton #murder tw #death tw #violence tw #grandma #grandmother #family

[houseswife]

wilson saying “I need to do this. for you.” is fucking insane actually. in the same episode where house is deciding whether or not he should commit suicide as a result of wilson’s dying. They are each other’s lines between life and death. humans have a biological instinct to preserve their survival at all costs; house has an addiction that governs his life. but they were willing to forgo all of it for one another, because they couldn’t fathom it being any other way. IM SICK

#I know it’s fictional but there is nothing more meaningful and real than the desire to be loved by someone else more than anything #and it’s killing me #I was out by lac leman one day when I was seven when my mom told me that swans fly as high as possible #and fall to their deaths when their partner dies #and whether or not that’s true. it fundamentally changed my view of love tbh #my grandmother survived breast cancer for 10 years as well as covid #but died ONE DAY after losing the person she cared about most in this world #love transcends nature #and this show is a beautiful example of that #house md #greg house #gregory house #hatecrimes md #hilson #james wilson #house/wilson

[bookshelfdreams]

do it. gimme the Izzy straight-coded meta 👀

I feel like I need to preface this by saying that Actually, Izzy Is Straightcoded would be the inflammatory clickbait title I'd give this if it were written to draw traffic & ad revenue to my shitty website. So don't take that term too seriously.

There has been a lot of ink spilled about Izzy thinking he's in a story where one can only be subtextually queer. Some even by yours truly, but the more I think about it, the less sense it makes. What would be the purpose of queercoding Izzy?

In general, villains* aren't queercoded to show that men being attracted to other men is bad. It's often the outcome; but it's not why the trope exists. It exists because cishet people tend to be (and are encouraged to be) profoundly uncomfortable with gender nonconformity, and so, making a character gnc becomes a quick and easy way to make him appear twisted and untrustworthy. If he** can't even obey the fundamental rules of his own gender (rules that are inherent and unchangeable!) what other rules does he disobey?

Or: If a man is insufficiently masculine, he can't be trusted to have morals. The villain isn't gnc because that's an evil trait to have; rather, the gender nonconformity is a symptom of his evilness. Being evil is what enables him to embrace his feminine side, and embracing his feminine side is what others him and marks him as a villain.

This only really works when he's contrasted with a hero (or heroine) who is Doing Gender Correctly. The villain is foul to highlight how good the hero is. The Hero will be honest and straightforward, brave, physically powerful; the Queercoded Villain treacherous, cowardly, and physically weak. The hero is a Proper Man, a Good Person. The villain an Improper Man, and therefore, a Bad Person.

Of course ofmd fundamentally rejects this. The shorthand wouldn't work, because ofmd simply doesn't think effeminacy is creepy. It's uninterested in moralizing self-expression; it just lets people be how they are. There's a wide range of expressions of masculinity on this show, and none of it is inherently bad. People are allowed to be hypermasculine, flamboyant, and anything inbetween, can express their gender in whatever manner they want, and it's all fine - as long as they are authentic about it. Be however you are, but be yourself, and this is what Izzy fails at. The repression marks him as a villain. The strict adherence to what he thinks a Real Man Pirate ought to be like. He's very preoccupied with enforcing a traditional (and toxic) masculinity on himself and others. It's no coincidence the characters he antagonizes the most - Stede and Lucius - are also the most effeminate ones. And I know, I know anglophones have a much more casual relationship to twat and cunt, those don't nearly feel as uncomfortable for y'all as they do for me, so I don't want to assign too much significance here, but he is the only character who constantly uses this kind of language, and also the one who uses the most gender&sexuality based slurs (as far as I remember).

All of this while being clearly, obviously queer himself! I do not feel like I need to explain this; his flustered reaction when Lucius asks him if he's ever been sketched speaks for itself. The fact that he meets Stede and immediately slices his shirt off of him, speaks for itself. And so on.

Izzy isn't straightcoded in the sense that the story wants us to believe he's exclusively attracted to women. Much like a queercoded villain doesn't need to be shown to be attracted to men (and can even be shown to be attracted exclusively to women!) to still be queercoded. He's straightcoded in the sense that he's a stand-in for restrictive and toxic gender roles that society enforces on people. He buys into the idea that there's a way of Doing Gender Wrong, and this is presented as a tragic character flaw. Something he has to overcome to be able to do the thing that actually marks a hero in this show: express himself authentically.

Part of why I found his death so moving is because it enables him to set right the toxicity he spread. His rehabilitation arc was about himself; about finally allowing himself to be, accepting love, accepting community. His death was about taking responsibility. About fully recognizing the hurt he caused. Looking death in the face enables him to finally abandon the last shreds of that toxicity, to apologize and be granted forgiveness. In the end, he was not beyond saving, and the harm he has done will be healed.

*Izzy is introduced as an antagonist to both Stede and the central romance of this romcom. I'm not gonna debate this; if you disagree, fine, but you clearly have such a fundamentally wrong different view of the show that it's pointless for us to try and convince each other.

**of course Queercoded Female Villains exist s well, but they are a whole different can of worms and less relevant to this discussion

#okay now that i typed this all out i realize that i just basically keep writing the same izzy post over and over sorry for that #but i spent too long on it not to post it #i do not remember who said it but i saw a post a few days ago along the lines of #izzys death reads like the fantasy of a repentant abusive parent #and i think theres truth to that #may also read like the fantasy of the kid of an abused parent #finally the person who hurt you is able to apologize and you can part on good terms #but also wont have to deal w the fallout #i write as my grandmother who doesnt speak to us is probably dying idk #anyway! #i hope this is somewhat interesting #our flag means death #ofmd s2 spoilers #izzy hands #thoughts #anonymaus #message

[asteriaarts]

jays story would be a 10000 times worse if she killed her dad she loves her family too much its the biggest conflict of interest her love her genuinely love of her family and the love for her crew.even when he terrifies her even when she sees him for shit father he was she still loves him. i dont think she forgives him or sees him as right or even wants him in her life in the hypothetical they could meet in the middle

Gillion on the other hand

The elders while gil doesnt view them as anyway parental still fill the position it would be so cool of him it would be a Lot. i think he's becoming kinder and letting himself embrace this nuace view of the world that is very good for him his story is all abt unlearning and recognizing the toxic systems in place.But also. He can do it. Theres nothing more reclaiming than killing the people who raised u. It would null his oath he can start to define himself in his long journey of identity kill your parents gil

#trully the rambliest #also it feels weird when jay is called a solider #like thats gil #thats his entire deal #but regardless shes not meant to be some harbinger of death she was propagandized but she isnt loyal to the navy #She family is so tied to the navy in her mind that they can not be extract #a attack the navy is an attack on her family its critizing them directly #she isnt some loyal solider #shes a daughter #her loyal comes from her loyalty to her dad as her DAD to all her uncles and aunts and grandmother as her RELATIVES #jrwi riptide #jay ferin #gillion tidestrider #i dont know why u would but dont tag this as ship #rambles #the rambliest rambles

[thebroccolination]

THE EX-MORNING SERIES CONCEPT

By now I think many people have heard that KristSingto’s upcoming series is an original script that was written for them. What we also have confirmed is that it was written about them.

[source]

KRIST: This series was written by P'Backaof and directed by P'Lit where they created this script from the start deliberately for the two of us and they got information for the characters etc. from KristSingto directly. In the series, the name for P'Sing is Tamtawan, and my name is Phatapi. And Tamtawan Tamtawan and Phatapi are KristSingto themselves.

INTERVIEWER: Does that mean you play yourself?

KRIST: [laughing] Yes, we act as ourselves, so it's not difficult at all.

Today, Aof elaborated on his part on Twitter:

[source: @backaof]

[translation: @_beinglistener]

And Jojo added:

[source: @jojotichakorn]

[translation: @_beinglistener]

So, two gay men are the leading creative minds behind KristSingto’s comeback series. Time to study up on your KristSingto history, kids. \:D/

Long live sanctioned RPF. 🎉

#krist perawat #singto prachaya #kristsingto #the ex morning #i’ve already seen the same tired ‘guess rent was due’ about krist and #i see on twitter when people link my thread about krist to people still insisting he’s homophobic #man’s rich #he works constantly #he even said it’s something he regrets now that his grandmother who raised him passed away #he worked so much he didn’t have as much time for his family—who he helps support #he is quite literally considered bl royalty #he has more queer people in his circle than straight #waa (gay) is his mentor #aof (gay) wrote this series and jojo (gay) thought up the concept so even professionally he's supported by queer people #you don’t have to like him #and you don’t have to admit to sending death threats to a stranger who doesn’t speak your language based on rumors you didn’t verify #just y’know #admit quietly to yourself alone in your head that you were wrong and you caused harm to a person who didn’t deserve it #plenty of actors use bl as a stepping stone to bigger jobs #he’s not one of them #he wanted to do bl for years but gmmtv told him he could only work with singto #so literally the only reason kit didn’t do bl until BMF was scheduling issues because singto wanted to study abroad #and singto couldn’t get a fixed date for it and then the pandemic messed with his plans even more #i’m glad to see more and more people are understanding who krist is recently #and even in the series they made pathapi’s controversy an impulsive act of anger #krist has said he used to struggle with being hotheaded #and one of his apologies for the igs was even something like ‘i acted without thinking of how it would look out of context’ #he just wanted people to stop harassing him for his sexuality but the context isn’t in the igs #anyway my go-to when i’m too tired to talk about this is always this #if he had ever been homophobic thai people would be the ones leading the charge against him…but it’s interfans

[alastor-simp]

Rest in Peace Grandma

My grandma sadly passed away last night in her sleep. I had so many fun memories with her and now she is gone. Me and my family are going to miss her dearly and I pray she is with her husband in heaven. Rest in Peace Nana💔😇😭

#mourning #grieving #rip #rest in peace #😭 #💔 #i miss her #death in the family #miss you nana #grandmother

[violetsandshrikes]

when i was like 5, i went out on the farm with my grandfather early one morning, and after a while my mother was like “huh should probably go check they’re okay” and my grandmother was like “guarantee they’re already into some fuck shit”

so my mother goes on a little walk, and she finds us!

we’re both transfixed by a feral goat that has died in a swamp, and in a state of partial decay, has become home to wasps. my grandfather is explaining to 5 year old me in depth what water insects are probably quite pleased about the goat. i’m nodding and announcing i want to be like the goat one day.

my mother goes “you know what? absolutely not.” and goes back to the house to get more coffee

#it was so cool! i was fascinated by it #my mother and grandmother were like please. guys please. don’t be weird for one fucking minute. #katie rambles #tw animal death #tw gore

[lake-lady]

Framed this portrait of my grandma ❤️🍒 It's been hard losing her so I am finding ways to keep her around

#portrait #frame #vintage #grandma #grandmother #me #mine #pictures #images #tw death

[y-rhywbeth2]

Was wondering why there was a "Durge can knit" headcanon floating around my subconscious and then remembered it's from one of those little animation things they did where default Durge was knitting something with murderous things on it.

...it's such a random hobby for the scion of murder to have, honestly, I might keep it. In fairness, they can probably find creative ways to kill people with knitting needles. Durge is either a member of the textiles guilds or can add being an unlicensed craftsperson to their list of felonies. There are two urges: the one where they're possessed by Bhaal and forced to kill, and the other one where they're possessed by textile based hobbies.

#Durge knits everybody death-themed Festival of the Moon jumpers #- this post brought to you by the ghost of my great-grandmother possessing me again and overwhelming me with the urge to knit #So my family informs me anyway - apparently my ability to knit rapidly without looking is eerily familiar #babbling #/durge #headcanoning.

[one-time-i-dreamt]

My dad and I had a very emotional heart-to-heart conversation during a theatre production of Lord of the Rings at my cousin's house. Meanwhile, my mom brought my grandmother back from the dead via necromancy and kept her in a bathtub in the basement.

#dream #dad #father #family #lord of the rings #theatre #tolkien #lotr #cousin #mom #mother #grandmother #death tw #necromancy

[inflashback]

listen to me. listen. gault loved jed walker and wanted him to feel safe in an abusive home. she played his trusty backup so he could be a hero, and she gave him the powers of her long-missing boss, and she appeared as his dead mother who he hadn’t seen in seven years in order to make him feel protected, and when her boss showed up in this boy’s dreams she went and handled the fight because she just wanted jed to feel safe shut UP i’m INSANE

#the sandman #sandman 2022 #do u ever think. about characters who just want to do good #I was so happy when she got to be a dream at the end like goddamn Morpheus you’re an ass sometimes but you made the right call #it’s 6:30 am. gaultposting #sometimes a family is a 12 year old boy his big sister who is a vortex of untold power his mom who is a dream who was a nightmare #their weird uncle who is the lord of dreams their cool aunt death and #the boy’s sister’s adopted sister and her dead husband and her son who is a member of the dreaming #and the boy’s great grandmother who was a vortex but accidently slept for like six decades

[eosofspades]

the cycle of mother-daughter trauma is a fucking ouroboros why is arguing with my mother the exact same as watching her argue with her mother. i am not me asking my mom to hear what i am saying i am my mom begging her mother to hear what she's saying. sick and twisted mirror that reflects itself in spirals all the way down

#in related news being alone in a kitchen together is a DEATH TRAP?? #EVERY TIME WE ARE STANDING IN THIS GODDAMN KITCHEN!!!! AND HOW MANY TIMES DID I SEE SHIT GO DOWN IN MY GRANDMOTHERS KITCHEN!!!!! #I HATE IT HERE!!!!!!!!!!!!!! #i know theres a LOT of nuance and a lot of issues with the whole 'oh lol brown parents be like-' #but uh. they werent lying that assyrian women sure can communication issues #mine #trauma discussion #i GUESS???????? #eldest daughter syndrome #<- self indulgent vent tag subgenre #ok to rb

[sea-buns]

Was having a sick day today and decided what better time to do absolutely nothing else but lie in bed and finally begin arc 2 of the wwwo...

And my god.

I can't think of a single work of cinema, or art, or literature, or ANYTHING that has struck me as fiercely as Ame's memories with Grandmother Ren have. I don't have the mind today to even begin to unravel all the little threads of love and care and- and whatever word encapsulates the kind of softness that comes from understanding something with your entire being- that you can feel littered throughout the tapestry of that sequence. And I don't think I ever will. I don't think I'll ever find words that live up to my love for that whole deal. All I can muster is this extremely ineloquent:

Holy shit. Holy fucking shit. Fucking incredible showstopping performance from Brennan and Erika, holy mother of fuck.

#thinking ima take a couple hours to give my eyes a break and stop thinking of a million things at once to just focus on this #and instead i find myself holding back tears on two separate occasions #i thought maybe the bit when she was 14 would be all but i was so wrong #SO WRONGGG #god. i love grandmother ren. #like u know its a good fucking character when theyre dead before you even know them yet u mourn them the most AN ENTIRE ARC AFTER DEATH #fuck dude #fuck. #worlds beyond number #wbn #the wizard the witch and the wild one #wwwo #wwwo ame #wwwo grandmother ren #ill double check the spelling in these tags later. its truly been ages since i last blogged about this show

[enihk-writes]

[needed proximity]

potentially part of a [인권유린상자] series depending on how well this goes, i'll add other characters, i.e. chung myung, tang gunak. yes i will find a way to get a 50+ year old man pregnant.

pairing: baek cheon x afab!reader

summary: two sexually repressed losers get stuck in a box.

content warning: cunnilingus // face sitting (kinda) // hair-grabbing // no use of protection or contraceptives (please don't do this irl) // raw-dogging (is this the right term???) // creampie // slightly messy

word count: 1.73k

author's note: smashed falafel subway six inch in a toasted italian herbs and cheese bread with lettuce, tomato, onion. chipotle southwest and honey mustard sauce with two double choc chip cookies and a cold bottle of 600ml sprite.

[18+ NSFW CONTENT BELOW, MINORS DNI]

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so you've gotten yourself trapped in an upright box with the resident pretty boy of your sect you had been seeing for a while.

my congratulations, or my condolences. whichever you prefer.

how you two came to this predicament is none of your concern right now. all your mind could think of was how his chest on your back felt so nice and warm. not to mention how soft it was, surprisingly enough. you unconsciously step back, wanting to feel that soft warmth a little more.

please... don't move so much...

baek cheon pleads, whimpering.

he tried to move away from you, trying his best to think of anything other than your body being so close to his own at that moment. or how his dick had been growing harder with his groin pressed against your bottom. he hoped you were too dense to notice.

unfortunately, the uniform you wore wasn't thick enough to hide his erection resting on your ass.

shouldn't we do something about this?

you finally ask face turned away from him, hiding your embarrassingly excited face. you little pervert.

is that an offer? or a suggestion?

which would you prefer?

he pauses for a moment.

i'll take that as an offer from you.

he leans down, nuzzling against the crook of your neck, hands resting on your hips. he doesn't move — much less breathe or let out a sound, waiting for a green light to do so from you.

what are you stalling for?

please tell me what to do.

he says, he turns you to face him, pushing your back flat on the wall as he falls to his knees at your feet. face resting on your lower tummy and hands ghosting the back of your thighs. his murmuring voice sent shivering vibrations straight to your core.

knowing that your voice would reveal your wonton desires, you run your fingers into his dark locks, grabbing it by the fistful as you push his face downwards — closer to where you wanted him to be.

it was good that he understood quickly. ridding you of your pants and underwear. your knees are lifted, they go over his shoulders and rest on them as his face dives closer to your heated cunt.

you look down to see his nose bumping against your clit, you couldn't see it as well, but his lips move to place feathery kisses over your fluttering hole, dripping in more and more of your slick.

the cause. which was it?

your unrestricted neediness or baek cheon's clumsy expertise? or was it both? it was probably both.

for all his lack of technique, he made up for in eagerness. your every twitch and sigh at his ministrations were his fuel to keep on going and going and going until he felt your thighs shake and close around his head. your hands dig into his hair, nails scratching on his scalp a little harshly as you push his pretty face deeper. his rough hands pin your hips to the walls of your enclosure, it's unpolished surface scratched against your now bare back painfully. the top of your sect uniform had fallen over your shoulders and exposed your binded chest — but even that was slowly loosening, showing more and more of that soft, plush skin.

looking up at you through his half-lidded eyes, baek cheon had to admit this sight of you was utterly sinful. the fact that he was the only one to have the honour of seeing you come undone all over his lips and tongue. he laps at your pulsing entrance, drinking in every drop you released like a parched man in a desert who hasn't seen a sliver of water in years.

the air in the box was getting warmer, the heat gradually growing into a boiling point. the thin sheen of sweat on your skin the evidence.

you felt dazed, all your senses were dulled down to focus on the tightening coil in your abdomen prepping for another release. how many times does this make? four... no, five?

at this rate, you might even pass out before he decides to shove his cock inside.

cheon-ah...

you call out, pushing his face away from your cunt. he had drunken look on his face, his lips a little swollen and his chin wet from how long it had been buried between your legs.

huh?

cheon-ah... in... i want...

you stumbled over your words, feeling embarrassed from having to say things out loud. sure he's eating you out like no tomorrow but asking to fuck you raw was still too bold!

are you asking for this?

he drops you onto his lap, you squealed from the sudden action with your knees still hanging over his shoulders as you folded in half, bare chest pressing on your thighs. baek cheon grinds upwards feeling your wetness get on his clothed crotch.

you gasp at the sensation, still reeling from sensitivity in the aftermath of his ministrations. you feel your legs tremble — if he kept grinding up on you like this...!

he stops.

you whine desperately, bringing your face closer to his, trying to pepper it in kisses just so he'd continue.

you said you wanted it inside.

baek cheon chuckles at your attempts, gingerly lifting your legs off his shoulders to set them back on either side of his hips.

be more patient. let's get you out of these.

his finger tugs at your belt, still tied securely around your waist and holding onto your robes that had fallen off long ago. it unravels quickly, and baek cheon tosses your clothes aside.

you look at him, the gaps in the box you both were in let in enough light to see that he wasn't as much of a mess as you'd thought he would. aside from his missing forehead ribbon and dishevelled hair, everything else in his attire was still in its place.

god, this was so annoying.

his notices that your movements stilled, following your gaze he sees that you've balled your fist on his chest — the fabric of his uniform peaking through your fingers gripping on it tightly.

you want this off?

baek cheon asked, smiling giddily as you nodded. he makes quick work of undressing himself, keeping you occupied as he leans over to kiss you. his mouth on yours felt feverishly hot, the sighs let out in between each time you parted from each other had the hair on your skin stand in anticipation.

his hands rest on your knees, spreading your legs further apart as his lips go from kissing your own down your jaw and on your chin. he drags his teeth down your neck, sending ticklish shivers down your spine. his hands travel up your thighs, slowly, tugging his thumb on your skin. his nibbles on your collarbones and shoulders, humming contentedly as your hands leave long red lines of scratches on his back and arms. you feel him move down to kiss your chest sucking on the flesh enough to leave darker marks on them.

his hands didn't stop even when he reached your hips. he traced his fingers all over your body — pinching, caressing and tugging on the sensitive parts of your skin, or wherever he could reach in this tight space. combine this with all his heated kisses, you felt like you were almost at your limit, and yet you kept holding on because you still hadn't gotten what you wanted.

wrap your legs around me, i'm going to stand up.

he says this with a chaste kiss to your cheek. hooking his arms under your knees, hands supporting your bottom, he lifts you up along with him and doesn't even break a sweat.

you gasp in surprise, and he shushes you with a flurry of pecks. you found yourself gradually relaxing in his arms, his thumb running soothing circles on your skin.

he leans back on the wall, breaking away from the kiss with a thin line of saliva. he rests your forehead on his, catching his breath.

do you still want this?

with a nervous, shaky voice he asks you.

you nod.

really?

you nod again.

if you feel like you don't want to anymore, i can...

cheon-ah, how many times do you want me to say yes?

you giggle at his astounded face, and he soon laughs alongside you. you kiss him, cupping his face, assuring him quietly as he gently brings you down on him.

neither of you have ever done anything like this before, the feeling of him inside you and your warmth enveloping him was so, so foreign. his mind draws a blank, genuinely not knowing what he should do next other than to hold you closer.

cheon-ah... move... please?

he listens to you, as he always did, lifting you up and back down again. his hips bucking up to meet yours, skin slapping against skin, the quiet squelch of his dick covered in your essence pushing and pulling, in and out of your quivering hole. soft gasps and moans filled the space around you, nothing else other than the peak of your highs mattered at that moment.

groaning, baek cheon presses your knees into your chest, pinning you against the wall. this new angle had you seeing stars every time the dull tip of his cock brushed on your sensitive cervix. your clit rubbed against his groin, the hairs covering both your nether regions adding to the friction you felt. your soft, spongy and wet walls clamped down on him so hard that it might as well be you sucking him dry inside.

in a moment of clarity, you feel him twitching. you didn't need any experience to know that he was close, and your legs instinctively wrapped around his waist. heels digging into his lower back as you push him deep into your soaking cunt.

he thrusts upwards a few more times before you felt his cum spilling inside. his voice reduced to incoherent babbles as he mindlessly pressed his lips on your heated skin. he was still not done, his release eventually dripping out of you and onto the floor.

you kiss and play with his hair as you both slowly came down from your highs, you share a bashful smile. hearts still racing from the intensity of the events that just transpired.

that aside, how were you two getting out of this box?

#enihkwrites #return of the mount hua sect #return of the blossoming blade #return of mount hua #rotbb #rotmhs #baek cheon #baek chun #return of the blossoming blade x reader #return of the mount hua sect x reader #baek cheon x reader #baek chun x reader #i need a gallon of holy water to drown in right neowww!!! #this is so embarassing #im never doing this again #caved in and wrote my first smut #death by cringe #the spirit of my dead grandmother watching over me will be so disappointed.... i should have stuck to sims 4 wicked whims