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TOO HOT TO HANDLE.

EXTRA HOT REUNION

Han x reader. (s)

Too Hot To Handle Masterlist.

Synopsis: You and Han are having a Too Hot To Handle reunion to catch up on the life after the retreat (7k words)

Author's note: Just a reason to use THEE Han Jisung pic hehehe

HOST: Welcome back to the Too Hot To Handle Extra Hot reunion episode. Now, on my virtual sofa is a pair who actually managed to keep their hands to themselves, well, most of the time. Before we meet them, let's have a look at their time in the villa!

[VIDEO PLAYS]

HOST: Here they are, everyone! The winner of Too Hot To Handle season 3! [Applauds]

YOU: [Squeals] Hi! HAN: [Waves hand]

HOST: First, congratulations on winning Too Hot To Handle. I literally jumped on my seat when you were announced winners. What have you done with the money?

HAN: I spoiled my family with the money and shortly, after the retreat, we also took a vacation to celebrate our win [grins]

HOST: How about you, my darling?

YOU: The same for me. I treated my mom to a shopping spree and went out with some friends.

HOST: Honestly guys, I was genuinely happy for you both when Han, you asked her to be your girlfriend.

HAN: I owe that one to her, actually.

YOU: No, really. The way you've done it was just perfect [smiles]

HAN: She thought I was joking though [chuckles]

YOU: Obviously, because we joked around a lot and we talked about things then suddenly he asked me to be his girlfriend so I was like what? And he was like 'I'm serious' and my eyes got teary a bit [laughs]

YOU: It was lovely [smiles]

HOST: I'm holding myself back from asking this question but I think we all want to know if you are still together.

HAN: [Laughs]

YOU: [Laughs] No, we're not.

HOST: [Frowns] How did it end? What happened? Talk to me, guys.

YOU: We got used to each other, we always had each other and were with each other every day during the retreat, and then suddenly, nothing at all.

HAN: Yeah.

YOU: It was just really hard but we stayed in contact. We still text each other every other day, FaceTime.

HAN: Yeah [Nods]

YOU: And we're still close, it's still us [Smiles]

HOST: Flabbergasted. Completely flabbergasted. It's almost like... you started as friends, developed and blossomed, got in a relationship and you guys went on a vacation together then... you guys become friends again?

HAN: Yeah [laughs]

YOU: [Laughs]

HOST: Is it completely dead though? Cause I still can see the chemistry there, I'm not going to lie. Han close your ears because I'm going to ask the girl first.

HAN: [Covers ears]

HOST: My darling, will you ever get back with Han

YOU: [Sheepishly smiles] I don't know. I haven't been dating in a long time so you never know what could happen.

HOST: Okay girl, now it's your turn to cover your ears.

YOU: Okay [covers ears]

HOST: Han, will you ever get back with her?HAN: Can't say anything [chuckles] because I haven't seen her in a while but who knows? [Shrugs]

HAN: But we shared such an incredible journey and we'll always be able to celebrate that so who knows, really.

HOST: Well, I think you guys are well-deserved winners.

HAN: Thank you!

HOST: Thank you so much for taking the time to talk to me.

YOU: Thank you. Bye [blows kisses]

HAN: [Waves hand]

-

A MONTH LATER

Maybe it is what it seems to be.

Han invited you to see him performing and that's all, you shouldn't be overthinking it. It's just a friendly gesture because that's what you are now, just a friend to him.

Why you dressed nicely is because you wanted to look good and why you're nervous is because you haven't seen him in a while, these are all reasonable.

You arrived at the bar where he's going to perform a few minutes late, not sure what to do first, get a drink or try to find him first?

Since you need a little liquor courage, you head to the bar to order a drink and on the way there, you walk past the way to the restroom and it gets you wondering if you should check for your appearance first.

There you go, you overthinking it again. You get a hold of yourself and go with your initial plan to get a drink first. The bartender is busy tending to the other customers so you have time to pick your concoction, rubbing your lips as you think hard over drinks.

After a while, the bartender finally comes to take your order and you haven't settled on a drink yet.

"I'd have uhm... a vodka soda," you settle on a drink.

"You only drink Cosmopolitan on a vacation, huh?" Someone says.

You turn on your feet to see that it's him, Han. He looks the same yet different at the same time, but you can't quite put a finger on what makes him different.

"You came!" He says with a bright smile.

"Like I wouldn't miss the chance to see you embarrass yourself on stage," you jokingly say, welcoming him for a hug.

He puts his arms around you and gives you a tight hug, along with a kiss on your cheek. He then slowly pulls away but keeps his hand resting on the small of your back.

"Your drink is here," he tells you.

"Thank you," you quickly mutter to the bartender.

As you take a sip of your drink, you notice that his hair is longer and somehow, it's making him cuter than he already is.

"Your hair," you point out.

He reaches for it and gives it a quick ruffle, "I permed it. Do you like it?"

It's endearing that he still asks for your opinion, you nod and say, "Yeah. I like it."

Then you have another look at him, paying attention to how he dressed tonight in blue jeans and a black shirt that loosely hangs on his broad shoulders, this ensemble with the permed hair gives him that edge. Also, reminds you of someone.

"Hate to tell you that you'll never be Asher," you joke to him.

"Ouch!" He gasps with his hand clutching his chest.

With his hand that still lingers on your back, he's pulling you to the side to avoid people passing by.

"I'll never be as cool as him," he meekly says.

You place your hand on his forearm and look at him, "And Asher will never be as cute as you," you say with a flirtatious eyebrow raise.

He drops his hand to catch yours in his and holds it, "Glad to know I'm still the cutest."

Cute guys are your weakness and Han with his gummy smile is going to send you to your death. Maybe you were right to overthinking it, maybe it's more than just an invitation to see him perform, maybe there's... something else.

"Two shots, please?" He orders to the bartender.

The bartender comes with the drinks right away, serving two shots on a small tray and slides it across the counter at Han.

"Double shots, huh?" You say as you notice his drinks.

"The other one is for you," he simply says, putting a glass into your hand.

"But I–I already have a drink," you stammer, quickly putting down your other drink on the counter.

"Oh, come on! You're not going to let me have a shot by myself," he grumbles, linking his arm around you by the elbow for a love shot.

You have no other option but to cave in, better get it over with before anyone in the bar notices what the two of you are doing.

"I hope you break a leg," you mutter as a toast.

"Figuratively," he adds with a grin.

Signaling each other through eyes, you both tilt your heads as you take the shots in one go and gasp from the bitter aftertaste almost at the same time.

"I needed that," Han says as he takes a sip of your drink to help wash it down.

Someone from the other side of the bar is calling for him and Han raises his hand to let him know that he heard him. He turns back at you and awkwardly smiles, "I have to go to do uh... soundcheck," he says.

"Yeah, you should go," you coyly say but you're reluctant to let his hand go.

He looks at you with glints in his eyes, reminding you of what the two of you had been and could have been if you stayed together after taking that vacation together.

"Uhm... I hope you endure the whole time I'm on that stage," he playfully says.

"Don't worry. I'll be booing loudly for you," you joke.

"I'll see you later, yeah?"

You nod with a smile on your face.

He pulls you close before finally letting go of your hand and turns away, heading toward the stage until he disappears behind the big curtain.

Knowing that the performance is about to start, the crowd moving toward the stage and leaving the stools around the counter unoccupied, you waste no time sitting on one.

"Am I late?" Someone says.

You thought you were hearing a stranger's conversation until you feel a hand on your shoulder and you turn your head to the side to see a familiar face.

"Oh, my God! Avery?" You gasp in surprise.

Avery's smile hasn't changed a bit, it's bright and warm, so welcoming. She doesn't hesitate to throw her arms around you and pulls you into an ecstatic hug.

Once you pull away from the hug, you immediately take a step back to take a good look at her and her appearance doesn't change much except that her hair is now in a shade of lighter blond.

"It's unfair that you're only getting more beautiful and here I am..." you sigh in sheer envy and a fake snide smile.

"No..." she hastily denies with her Australian accent and holds both of your hands in hers, "You look amazing!"

"Even if you're lying, I'd still believe you," you jokingly say.

"I'm being honest!" She assures you.

"Are you meeting someone in here or...?"

"Han didn't tell you I was coming? Oh, that guy," she sighs with an adorable pout.

For what other reason did she come here, unless it was coincidental, then it means Han invited her too. Your heart sank and you blame yourself for having your hopes up, there's nothing else here but a friendly gathering.

"How are you?" Avery asks.

"I'm great," you shortly reply, "What about you?"

You quickly put on a smile and answer all of her questions, asking the same thing back to catch up on things.

"Let's get you a drink, shall we?" you say since you also need a refill then you raise your hand to get the bartender's attention.

"Appletini, please?" She tells the bartender her drink order and then fixes her hair which is flowing down her back in soft waves.

Avery is effortlessly beautiful, the kind of girl who doesn't need to try hard to look that good, and the guy standing next to her who's been staring at her nonstop is proof of it.

"So where is the charming guy?" She asks, turning on her seat facing you.

You reckon what she means as the charming guy is Han and he'd be jumping in joy if he knew Avery called him a charming guy.

"He got called to the backstage. I think it's about to start any minute now," you answer.

Avery finally notices the guy who's been ogling at her and flashes him a smile, just enough to make him go berserk. She giggles in reaction and turns her attention back to you.

"Watches the reunion show and bummed to know that you guys broke up," Avery says.

A moment later, she suddenly grabs your elbow, "Please tell me that you guys played a prank on us and still secretly dating each other!"

You awkwardly chuckle and mindlessly stir your drink with your straw, "Trust me, if we were still dating, I wouldn't let him invite you tonight," you half-jokingly say.

Avery almost chokes on her drink hearing that, she gently wipes her mouth with a napkin and tries not to ruin her glossy lips. She opens her mouth to say something but someone checks the mic on the stage, causing a high-pitched feedback that echoes in the room.

Not long after the MC introduces the list of performers for tonight, Han finally enters the spotlight and slings his guitar strap around him, he says a few things to everyone in the room before starts playing his guitar.

Before this, you've only seen him performing through videos so that makes this the first time you watch him live and it's a whole different experience. You get to hear him sing, hear every strum of his guitar and if you ignore the other people in the room, you're also sharing this moment with him.

Another thing that makes it different is the subtle eye contact he's making at you and there is a chance that he may be looking at someone else, but delusional or not, you get that fluttering feeling.

It's the way he's immersed himself in his singing, the way he stands so nonchalantly yet oozing with charisma, the way he engages with everyone in the room, the way his hand grips the neck of the guitar that reminds you—

Before your mind wanders too far off, you take a big gulp of your drink and you wince at how the alcohol burns the back of your throat.

"Oh, my God! He's so cool," Avery says with her vivacious smile.

You almost forgot her presence and the fact that she's the girl Han initially crushed on, and probably still crushing on. It won't be a surprise if that's also the reason why he invited her.

"Yeah, he's cool," you say back and take another gulp of your drink.

You hate to hate Avery because she doesn't deserve the hate in the first place so you try not to let your negative thoughts get in the way of your friendship, especially over a boy.

In the last song, Han plays one of his songs that you know by heart. You sing along to his singing and notice that Avery is also doing the same, you put your arm around her to sing it out loud together against the loud crowd in the bar.

-

The crowd scatters around as they wait for the next performer while you stay where you are with Avery, waiting for Han with another round of drinks. As you laugh over Avery's joke, he finally appears in your line of sight, sucking on a bottle of water.

Avery turns around on her stool to see him and immediately jumps down to give him a hug, "That was incredible, Han!"

"Thank you!" Han awkwardly says, a little surprised by her hug.

You've been with Han long enough to know what the big grin on his face means and it means he doesn't mind any of that.

"And what do you think?" He asks you.

"That was really great!" You genuinely compliment him with a smile.

He brightly smiles and then brushes his damp hair to the back, exposing the sheen of sweat covering his forehead. You hurriedly take a napkin from the bartender's counter but Avery gets ahead of you.

All of sudden, Avery links her arm with Han then links her other arm with yours which forces you to get off your stool.

"You know what, guys? Drinks on me tonight," she says with a sly smile on her face.

"Are we celebrating something?" You curiously ask.

She looks at you with a pout, "I'm just so happy to see you guys," she simply answers.

You feel bad for asking and feel bad for letting her treat you when you should be the one treating her, you won the prize money after all.

"And I want to get you two drunk," she adds with a devilish laugh.

"That's a great idea! I'm in," Han agrees but he's looking at you as if he seeks your approval.

Eventually, the two team up and begin making puppy eyes at you, making it hard for you to say no to them. You don't like getting drunk, it's the queasy feeling, the headache, the getting home, and the hangover. However, there's always an exception and tonight is one of them.

You lowly sigh because you'll regret it tomorrow, then say, "I say let's get wasted."

-

Avery takes you to a different bar a few blocks away from the previous one and her friend already has a table reserved for all of you. Apparently, this bar is quite popular and that explains why it's so crowded, and you hate being in a crowded place like this.

Thankfully, the table is on the quieter side of the bar. You take your jacket off before sitting on the sofa that faces each other with an elegant-looking glass table in the middle and it seems like Han is about to sit next to you but Avery's friend claimed it first.

"I'm Lucky," he introduces himself to you right away.

"Oh, are you?" You teasingly say with a sly grin.

Lucky laughs and does it attractively with eyes full of crinkles, "Well, I met you so I guess I am," he teases you back.

The whole time, Avery leads the conversation and always tries to get you involved in it. Then it hits you why guys like her, not only she's beautiful, but she knows how to keep people engaged either with eye contact or a slight touch, and she just knows how to keep things fun for everyone, those are things that can't be taught, she was born with it.

"My friend here is cute, isn't she?" Avery asks her guy friend.

Lucky looks at you while you're sipping your drink and the ice cubes hit your lips. You force on a smile as you wipe your cold and wet lips.

"An absolute lush to be honest," he says with a seductive smile.

And you can say the same thing about Lucky, he's tall, with dirty blond hair and tattooed hands, and he also has those stunning light blue eyes. Maybe it's the alcohol that makes you feel like teasing him back.

"You're not so bad yourself," you jokingly say.

Avery laughs in amusement, enjoying the exchange between you and him. She refills everyone's glasses with more drinks while talking at the same time.

"The best part is she's single," Avery says.

Your eyes somehow dart to Han and you find his eyes are on you too, for a second, you both stare at each other until Lucky slowly leans in, getting Han out of your sight.

"Are you ready to mingle though?" He asks with a half-smirk that looks good on his angular face.

You prop a hand under your chin and pretend to think for a moment, then slowly turn your head his way to say, "Why don't you find out?"

The next thing you know, you're on the floor dancing with him and you don't even anxious about being in the crowd because you're busy enjoying yourself. However, constantly moving your body in not so much space gets you hot, you can feel a sheen of sweat forming on your back as you keep dancing.

"I need to go to the restroom," you whisper right into Lucky's ear as it is the only way he can hear you against the blaring music.

Following the sign, you push through the sea of people and head to the hallway that leads to the restroom. You take a moment to cool down, fixing your hair and tapping the back of your sweaty neck with cold water.

You take another look at yourself in the mirror before going out of the door. On the way back to the floor you catch Avery in the corner with someone, well, it doesn't make sense if anyone is not attracted to her until you identify that someone and it's Han.

They're standing facing each other and leaning in close whenever they talk, Avery laughs a few times while Han is continuously talking into her ear.

Knowing their history, it shouldn't surprise you that Han is probably still crushing on her. Again, Avery is undeniably attractive and you're just... you, so you understand that getting over his crush is not easy.

You shouldn't take this personally because he is not in a relationship with you. However, you've been getting this sinking feeling in your chest every time you see them together and it intensifies when you're watching them talking so close to each other.

Before either of them notices you, you make a turn to your booth and immediately collect your jacket and bag, you finish your glass of drink quickly and wince as it burns your throat.

"Hey, I've been looking for you," Lucky says.

You wipe your wet upper lip from drinking and force on a smile, "You know what, I just realized I have this... uh thing to do tonight," you made up something on the spot.

Lucky lets out an awkward chuckle, "All of a sudden?"

You put your jacket on first before answering, "Yeah, I... I have to go," you stammer.

"Like right now?" He asks with a perplexed expression.

"Yes," you hastily reply, grabbing the strap of your bag as you walk away.

You don't even know why you're in such a hurry that you forget your manner, you abruptly stop walking and turn around.

"It was nice meeting you, Lucky," you say with a smile.

You manage to not bump into Avery or Han on your way out, it's better that way. You plan on sending a text to Avery explaining your disappearance once you get on a taxi home.

You aggressively wave your hand to hail a taxi, wanting to get on one soon before any of them catch you leaving without saying anything.

Not long after, a taxi stops on the side of the road and you waste not another second to get into the backseat. As you're about to close the door, someone rushes in and sits next to you.

You roll your eyes once you realize who it is, "Why are you here?"

Han reclines on his seat and massages the bridge of his nose, "I think I'm drunk," he meekly answers.

First thing first, no drunk person is aware that they're drunk which means he's lying. You scoff as he keeps pretending to be drunk.

"Where to?" The taxi driver asks.

Since he's already inside the taxi, you can't force him to get off or even have the heart to push him out of the door so you decide to let it slide, then tell the driver where to go.

The whole taxi ride, you keep your arms crossed in front of you and look out of the window as the taxi glides through the city streets.

When you arrive, you hand the fare to the driver and get out of the taxi, all the while you're acting like Han isn't there. It doesn't take long for him to follow you out of the taxi and chase after you as you enter your apartment building.

"Why did you leave me?" He asks as he trails behind you.

"Obviously, you're not drunk and you can take care of yourself," you answer, starting to climb the stairs to get to the fourth floor.

"Why are you mad when you were the one leaving without telling me?" He asks again, also climbing the stairs two steps behind you.

"I have other things to do," you simply answer even though the other things you have to do are get home and sleep.

"You're lying," he says with a sigh.

"And you lied about being drunk too," you coyly say back.

That seems to shut him up for good but hearing the silence in reply makes you uneasy, you look over your shoulder to see him standing in the middle of the stairs looking up at you.

"I'm sorry I lied," he sincerely says.

That face... looking at that face makes you the slightest bit melting inside but you remain firm even though you're not sure with the reason why you're mad at him.

"Just go home," you tell him and continue walking up the last flight of stairs to your floor.

You start rummaging through your bag, searching for your keys inside as you walk to the door and are aware that Han is still following you.

"Can we talk?" He meekly asks.

"About what?"

"About everything," he answers.

"Well, I don't think we have the time to talk about everything," you detect the jingling sound of your keys and search for it with your hand without looking.

"About us?" He asks.

You let out a chuckle at that, "There's no 'us' to begin with."

After a minute of searching in the abyss that is your bag, you manage to successfully get it out and unlock the door to your apartment.

"Why are you like this?" He asks, his eyes wistfully looking at you.

To be honest, you have no idea either. You were so excited for tonight yet somehow, your mood significantly changed at the end of the night.

"All I wanted is to talk to you. Actually, that's what I've been trying to do the whole night."

You take your keys back and hold them, turning on your feet to face him, "If you wanted to talk to me, then why you brought someone else?"

This is your first mistake tonight, letting him know that you're upset about him inviting Avery. In your defense, you wouldn't be like this if he told you beforehand that his ultimate crush would be there too.

"So that's what this about? Avery?" He says with a sigh.

Han catches you clam up so there's no way of denying it, you turn the knob and push the door open, he stands in the doorway to keep you from closing it.

"I indeed invited her but it wasn't because I still like her or whatever it is you thought," he tells you.

You give him the chance to explain himself and stare at him, this way you can tell whether he's lying or telling the truth.

"And why is that?"

Han sighs, he then roughly brushes his permed hair, making it messier than before and you hate that he looks this good when you're mad at him.

"She was supposed to help me talk to you about something. But instead, she introduced you to this lucky guy," he says with a spiteful tone.

"Help you with what?" You curiously ask and urge him to answer by intensely glaring at him.

He bites his lower lip and sighs again, "Getting back together with you."

Everything you knew is far different from the reality of it and you almost let out a laugh at this newly acquired information. The whole thing is endearing yet annoying at the same time, you can't decide how to react to it

"Instead of doing that, she sets you up with Lucky," he cutely grumbles with his small mouth almost forming a pout.

"So you're jealous?" You coyly ask.

"Isn't it obvious?" He shortly answers with his mouth curling into a snarl.

He leans the side of his body against the doorway and looks at you, "So are you."

"What?" You defensively ask.

"You're jealous of Avery," he replies with a grin.

"No, I'm not," you deny with your foot slowly taking a step to the back.

"You lied again," he says with a pout.

"I'm not," you deny again while nervously chuckling.

Han boldly takes a step inside and closes the door behind him, he then stands with his back resting against the door just looking at you.

There's no one else in the room except you and him, it'd be less embarrassing to tell the truth. You swallow air and slowly exhale.

"Yeah, okay, I'm jealous," you finally admit.

A smile rises on his face and it grows wider as he comes closer. He only stops with a few inches of space between your bodies, then he leans in to softly whisper, "I know."

In reaction, you turn your head his way only to allow him to easily crash his lips against yours. He puts his arms around you as he deepens the kiss, a kiss that makes you dizzy and almost lose your footing.

You would be lying if you didn't miss his kiss, as a matter of fact, you do, you terribly do.

"Guess Lucky isn't that lucky tonight," he pulls away from the kiss only to say that with a shit-eating grin on his face.

As he's about to kiss you again, you dodge away and lightly chuckle.

"And you think you're lucky?" You teasingly ask, then gently push him away.

He hurriedly pulls you closer and tightens his hold around you, "I am."

You shake your head in disagreement, "I don't think so."

He hastily kisses your open mouth and then presses his mouth close to your ear, "You're about to get lucky too."

Without warning, he lifts you off the ground and steers your body toward the bedroom all the while both of your lips are locked in a rapturous kiss.

-

Han is too impatient. He doesn't even bother to take your dress off first, his hand goes under and pushes the hem up, making the dress hunches around your waist.

You let out a sharp gasp the second his hot mouth makes contact with your sex and out of reflex, your legs are clamping his head in between.

Thankfully, his arms are steadily keeping your legs open as his greedy mouth alternates between licking and sucking on your cunt, and a moment later, combining it with his two fingers pumping in and out of you.

It doesn't take long for him to sync those stimulations together to give you the utmost pleasure. If there's anything different about him from the last time you met him is how he's getting better at giving you head, he gets you squirming and moaning non-stop.

"Oh, my— Oh!" you loudly moan against the silence in the room.

Your hands are constantly crumpling the sheet underneath you with your back arched and your waist lifted off the bed.

Han abruptly stops and lifts his head to look at you, "What is it? I can't hear you with your legs around my head," he innocently asks with his mouth glistening wet with your essence.

"Just keep going," you breathlessly say, pushing his head down between your legs again.

He obeys your words, tirelessly pleasing you with his mouth and taking you closer and closer to your release while you're tugging at his hair harder as the pleasure intensifies in each passing second.

When you finally reach your high, you accidentally shut your legs together with his head caught in between. He slowly parts your legs open but keeps them around him, watching you riding down from your high while softly kissing your inner thighs.

After a while, he comes up and hovers above you. You eagerly pull him down, letting him lay himself on top of you. You can taste yourself on him as you kiss him, on his lips, his tongue, and around his mouth.

While your lips are busy lathering his, your hands are roughly pulling at his t-shirt, helplessly trying to get it off of him. He reluctantly lets go of the kiss to do that for you and you shift your focus on unbuckling his belt next.

It's your turn to be impatient, shoving your hand inside his boxer the second you successfully unzip his fly open. You palm his semi-hard cock and slowly stroking it in your hand.

"Gosh, I miss you so much," he breathlessly says.

You open your mouth to speak only for him to tug your lower lip between his teeth and playfully pull at it, making you forget what you're about to say to him.

As a way to get back to him, you surprise him by turning him over and straddling him, having him under you as you stare down at his face.

He's just as beautiful as the last time you saw him, your index finger touches the tiny mole on his fluffy cheek. His honey skin is still as warm as you remember, soft and searing to the touch. You swipe your thumb across his lips before leaning in to kiss him.

"Mmh... baby?" he hums against your lips with his hands cupping your ass and kneading on it.

"Yeah?" You breathlessly ask with your lips lingering on his.

"Help me take off your dress," he whispers.

You lowly chuckle and sit straddling him, taking the hem of your dress to take it off, pulling it over your head, then tossing it away.

The bewilderment is apparent on his face as he looks at your body with wide, lustful eyes and he slides his hands up the side of your body, eagerly waiting for you to take off your bra next.

"Mmh, yeah, get those tits out for me," he playfully says with a sly grin on his face.

His body is shaking along with yours as you laugh at his words while he enjoys touching you, running his knuckles down your front.

There's no denying that you miss his touch so much and how you crumble under the faintest of his touch on you, moreover, how it makes you want him more.

You land a long kiss on his lips and smile at him when you let go, "I'm going to get us a condom."

"Good idea!" He says along with a quick peck on your lips.

You get off him, rolling to the side of the bed, and pull open the drawer on the bedside table, rummaging through the contents to get a condom.

Han is kicking his jeans off the bed when you crawl back to his side while holding the condom in your hand, you put your leg over his as you get comfortable lying next to him.

He turns his head to be greeted by your gaze and tenderly puts his hand on your neck, he then leans in with his mouth open and slightly curling into a smile.

His hand brushes your hair to the side before resting his hand on your neck and instead of going straight for a kiss, he rubs his lips against yours and you can feel his breath on you, hot and raging with desire.

"Oh..." he lowly moans as you gently suck on his lower lip.

He flashes you a wicked grin before licking your lips then crashes them against yours again, slowly yet deeply. You are intimately making out with him as your hand goes down his front, not stopping until your hand meets his engorging member.

Using your index finger, you gently circle the tip of his cock and at times, alternate it with a few strokes on his full length, making it harder and hotter in your hand.

When you deem that both of you are hot and ready enough for it, you tear open the foil packet, then carefully take the rubber out.

You concentrate on putting it correctly, pinching the tip of the condom then slowly unroll the rubber down his length. He intently watches as you meticulously put it on for him and delightfully sighs once you're done.

"Wonderful work!" He playfully comments, pulling you close to him again, "You are welcomed to put it on me for the rest of my life."

You hold his chin and snidely laugh, "You wish!"

Unamused with your remark, he tightens his hold around you and uses his strength to flip you over to have you under him this time.

He plants his lips on you again and kisses you slower with his hand gently kneading on your breast, fingers circling on your hardening bud.

Your body is responsive to every stimulation he's doing to you, your legs are spreading open and you keep seeking that closeness.

The tension hits high as he settles himself between your legs, placing one hand on your thigh and the other aiming his cock at your entrance. He teases you by rubbing his cock on your clit, making you more drenched than you already are.

When he finally enters you, you let out a long moan at how hard and how good it feels to be slowly filled by him.

"I still have more, baby," he murmurs at you with a caress on your cheek.

Han props both hands on each side of you and looks down at you, he's using his hips to push the remaining length inside you while leisurely watching for your reaction, eyes fluttering shut overwhelmed with pleasure.

"Too good," his lips grazing yours as he speaks, "You always feel too good."

When you open your eyes, you can see one corner of his mouth curls into a cocky smirk and you so badly want to take it off his face so you pull him into a kiss.

He starts thrusting slowly, setting a steady pace as he continuously lathers his lips on yours, making you gasp for air in between kisses and moaning against his lips.

The sex feels different because it's not always about the sex itself but who you're doing it with. With Han, you're less insecure about yourself, you don't have to worry about your body and how it looks to him. With him, you can fully enjoy the intimacy between you and him, and also with yourself.

Noticing that you're getting close to your release, he hastily kisses you and says, "Cum together, yeah?"

Unable to answer verbally, you repeatedly nod at him in response.

He keeps the same pace but does it intensely as he's close to his release as well, your lips lingering against each other but both of your eyes are closed and he's groping around for your hand, holding it tightly as he fastens the pace.

When you finally come to your release, he keeps thrusting to ride out his high and then collapsing on top of you. With his eyes half shut, his hand dearly holds the side of your face and slowly puts his lips on you.

The kiss feels a lot gentler, almost like he's kissing a fragile object and you like that. You return his kiss even though you're still coming down from your high, panting in between kisses.

In the midst of it, you get hit by a realization and you immediately push him away, breaking the kiss. You let your head fall onto the pillow and lowly curse, "Fuck..."

"What's wrong?" He asks, slightly concerned.

You let out another groan and roughly brush your hair to the back, "I was planning to make you wait for, at least, a week for that."

He laughs in satisfaction and makes you put your hands around his shoulders again, "You can't help it because I'm cute," he confidently remarks.

You turn away and sigh, "You're not that cute."

Han places slobbering kisses on your neck and face in protest to that, making you laugh under him.

"This is exactly my plan to get you back," he tells you.

"And it's not working," you jokingly say.

He props his elbow against the mattress to not put his whole weight on you, "You have to admit that there's no reason for us to not get back together," he tells you.

It's true, you still have feelings for him and so is he, he wants you back as much as you want him back. You both want to get back together so what's holding you back?

He props his head with his hand and pulls the duvet to cover both of your bodies, "Honestly, I've been wondering why we broke up in the first place," he suddenly admits.

You look at him and see the turn of expression on his face, "We weren't ready," you answer.

"I was ready and I still am," he shortly denies, his eyes are open and wide, full of conviction.

You rest your hand on his neck and play with the hair on the nape of his neck, "It was me. I wasn't ready."

There's another change of expression on his face, his eyes downturn and looking sad, "Why?"

You awkwardly shrug and sigh, "I don't want to get hurt," you sadly admit.

His eyes wistfully look at you and his hand tenderly holds the side of your face, "I'm not going to hurt you, baby."

"I know," you respond.

"I like you too much to do that," he assures you with those eyes that shine for you.

The way he convinces you is endearing, you can't help but smile at his words. You don't even know why you think he's capable of hurting you when he's adorable like this.

"As a matter of fact, I love you," he blurts out.

Your heart aches in so many ways hearing those words from him, you smile and cup his cheek in your hand.

"And that's why I'm scared because I love you too," you say those words back to him with all of your heart and with worries that looming around it.

He softly kisses your lips and leans in so close his nose is poking at your cheek, "But we have each other remember?"

It's unfair how easily he can make you fall in love with him again, as easy as taking a breath but that's just the power he has over you, it's taking over you.

"You're right," you agree with him.

He triumphantly smiles and places a chaste kiss on your lips, long and lingering, making your heart ache than before as he holds it in his hand.

"We have each other," he murmurs once he pulls away from the kiss.

And you realize that you have his heart in your hand too so you smile and murmur the words back at him.

"We have each other."

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[vibratingskull]

Hello! I really enjoy your writings, the way you write Thrawn in some settings can be so wholesome and sweet and I really love seeing the character in that kind of light. Especially the aroace one and when he’s with the different families you gave him, regardless of how old the kids are or what their dynamic is.

For your requests, do you think you could write Thrawn holding his firstborn child for the first time? I think it’d be interesting and sweet to see him get kinda nervous about the prospect of finally meeting them before his heart fills with so much love upon seeing his baby and being so happy for the finally he now has.

Hope you’re having a wonderful day and that you have fun with all your requests coming in ❤️

art by @blackmonitor

Edit cause i forgot the top message:

Everytime someone ask me about Aroace Thrawn I gain 1+ year in my lifespan! Dad!Thrawn is also so important to me, it is kind off pathetic of me. I'm very glad you like my soft, fluff stories about him, he truly deserves the world and a family that loves him unconditionnaly! Have a great day too my sweet ❤️

Thrawn x F!reader

Tags: Dad!Thrawn, premature baby, skin to skin, father baby connection, soft dad Thrawn

Thrawn caresses your temple with his knuckles, silently looking at you taking a nap. It has been long and torturous but you did it! Against all odds and predictions, you actually did it. It was difficult, dangerous for you and the baby, and they came out premature, but you did it! 

Oh brave you. 

Oh warrior you. 

He feels so grateful for you giving birth to your baby. He held your hand during the entire process, hugging your shoulders as you pushed hard, losing your blood and your sanity in the pain. But you persevered and delivered your newborn despite all the complications due to you two being different species. 

Right now your baby is between the hands of the medics, leaving you two to breathe and trying to relax. You didn't even have time to take your newborn in your arms, the medics immediately took them. 

You both knew the risks of having a hybrid baby, but you both hoped to have at least the time to take a look at them before they got taken away. But their health signals ordered the medics to put them in urgent care immediately. 

So Thrawn spent the last three hours with you, trying to ease your worries and looking over you napping. Your labor was so intense and painful tiredness took precedence over your fear and you ended up sleeping, too exhausted after such a trial. 

He looks at you, full of love and admiration. Since Bridger captured the Chimaera to bring her to Peridea, morphine stocks are rare and sparse. He wished he could have given you some but you refused when the droid proposed it. You refused to have the comfort of painkillers when they could be used to mend the wounds of your troops on the battlefield. He tried to convince you that you had the right, days before labor started but you were adamant! You wanted to set an example as his wife and Commander. 

You chose the way of pain to give life to the most perfect being in the Universe, the love of his life, the light of his days. And for that his gratitude is infinite. 

“Grand Admiral?” The careful voice of his head doctor raises in his back, snatching him off his contemplation of your sleeping form, “We just finished. Do you wish to see them?” 

Thrawns contemplates them up and down in silence before leaning forward, gently kissing your forehead. He pulls the cover over you and straightens his back before turning towards his medic. 

“Lead the way.” He placidly responds. 

After three long hours of uncertainty, the doctor appears a bit unsure but nothing in their demeanor indicates any high-stress level, Thrawn concludes that whatever medical procedures your baby needed, they have been able to deliver. 

As they silently walk Thrawn’s mind starts asking…weird questions. 

Was it painful for the baby ? 

Did they feel scared ? 

Did they cry for their mother, powerless as they were manipulated by strangers ? 

Did they feel cold at any moment ? 

Did they try to reach for any of you two with their little hands only to meet the void ? 

“Here we are, Grand Admiral.” 

Thrawn stops before the door… terrified. What if… the medics failed ? He doesn't read any bodily signs typical of tension in them but is he himself in the right mindset to read them after such a hard birth and pregnancy ?  

“How are they ?” He demands, imperial, never letting any doubts or fear slip through in his demeanor as he knows so well. 

He internally prays to have read them correctly. The head medic looks at him, their lips in a thin line, searching for their words. 

“Authorization to speak freely ?” 

Thrawn nods, his expression closed off and unreadable. 

“It wasn't pretty. To be frank, your baby is a miracle survivor, we are not equipped properly for babies’ care and health monitoring, but I also notified you of the risks of giving birth to a hybrid.” 

Thrawn ever so slightly squints, a subtle threat and call to order. The doctor decides to cut the story short. 

“You are incredibly lucky Grand Admiral, truly. I don't know if we would be able to repeat this feat for a second baby, especially stranded on this wretched planet.” the doc extends his hand towards the open room  “They are sleeping.” 

Thrawn considers the open door and wonders for a second if he has the strength to walk into the room before getting a grip. 

Of course, none of his turmoil is visible, and his hesitation lasts less than a second. He walks into the little room, a former waiting area reconverted into a nursery. 

It’s not perfect, no battleships ever saw a nursery before. They had to do with what they had to accommodate new life on Peridea. He advances towards the bassinet, perceiving the heat signals through the material. 

He, oh so slowly, approaches the little form lying under a blanket. He feels like his heart is going to explode under the pressure.  

They are blue ! 

Just like him. 

But they have your hair color and your nose The cheekbones and forehead bumps are unmistakably his.  

He leans forward to observe better. 

He never witnessed such… perfection before. This is simply the most beautiful being to ever exist in the cosmos. The perfect mix of their father and mother. 

His heart bleeds at the nodes of the different monitors over their body and the tubes through their little nose, but it must be down to unsure their survival. 

“They are stable now, but they will need to remain for some time.” The medic explains, coming behind their Grand Admiral. 

Thrawn tilts his head, his eyes never leaving the baby, looking at them moving in their sleep, eyes closed shut. Inadvertently, he feels his hands clasped behind his back starting to tremble. He isn’t even touching them but he fears to hurt them in any way. 

They are just so small. 

And him so big... 

What if he causes pain to his baby by trying to hold them? What if he hurt them more than they are already wounded? He could never forgive himself. Maybe it is better if he abstains from any physical contact. 

Yes. 

That is for the best. 

“What gender are they?” He asks without lifting his gaze from this absolute perfection. 

“It is a brave little girl.” The medic explains, a small voice audible in their voice, “My congratulations, Grand Admiral.” 

His heart skips a beat. 

A little girl? 

Just as he so dear hoped. He always desired a daughter. You were neutral on the question but he knew deep down that he was meant to father a little girl. 

And there she is! 

His little warrior... 

“A daughter...” He repeats like he has difficulties realizing his chance. 

The baby seems to react and agitate herself in the incubator. 

“She recognizes your voice. You should try and hold her, she needs comfort after this... trial.” The medic explains. 

Thrawn smiles, his expression hidden from the doctor. She recognizes his voice... 

The voice of her father. 

He spent so much time talking to your bump during those seven months of pregnancy, in hopes the baby would be able to recognize him and associate him with safety and comfort. 

His heart clenches knowing he succeeded. 

He tentatively enters the incubator with his large hand and very delicately caresses his daughter’s cheek with his knuckle. 

She is so warm. 

Like a Chiss. 

She seems to yawn and tries to seize his large finger in her tiny fist, desperately longing for some warmth too. His hands travel to her tummy and gently brush it. 

Warrior... She is so small compared to him, that he feels he could crush her in his fist. That thought distraught him so terribly that he stops his caress, much to his daughter’s dismay who lets out a whine escape her. 

“Take her in your arms. The first hours are important for a baby’s general well-being.” 

“Leave us alone, please.” Thrawn orders nonchalantly, hiding his worries from view. 

Once the medic leaves, he carries a chair closer to the crib and gets rid of his white jacket and black tank shirt to very tenderly seize his daughter. He takes care of holding her fragile head correctly and supporting her body, not pulling off the nodes of the monitors, and sits down on the chair, pressing his baby girl against his warm Chiss skin, in a soothing skin-to-skin contact. 

Maker she is so light and fragile... He suddenly feels so terribly clumsy with such a precious package in his hands. 

She babbles in her sleep, agitating herself in his hands. She holds her tight to not risk dropping her, pressing her soft precious body against his beating heart.  

It feels good. 

It feels right. 

He instantly feels a new connection forming between himself and his baby. She seems to try and get a grip on him, to hold him close, to keep the warmth source against her sensitive baby skin. 

“Hello, little one.” He speaks softly with his deep melodious voice. 

A sound that seems to please her immensely because she seems to try to smile despite all her tubes. He delicately cradles her. 

“You scared us immensely, you know? But here you are, at last... My baby.” 

Thrawn isn’t a man prone to sentimentalism, but in the intimacy of the hug, he can’t help himself. He needs to whisper sweet nothing to his baby, deepening the connection further. 

“You are already so loved, little one. We dreamed for your arrival for years. Ch’eo k’eten, ch’eo euhn ch'etecerci.”  

The baby presses her cheek against his peck, letting herself sooth by her father’s heartbeat. She appears so appeased right now, sleeping soundly in his arms. At her true place. 

“My pride, my jewel...” 

He gently lifts her higher for her little head to rest in the crook of his neck, inhaling her scent. It is pleasant and relaxing, almost familiar like a song he had known for years. 

He sighs. 

Soon his shift will resume. And he will have to leave you both behind in the med bay to ensure the Chimaera’s safety. 

But for now, he will indulge as much as he can. He also hopes to be present for your first meeting with her, he longs to see your elated expression when he will bring your your firstborn. 

“Welcome to the world, little Thashao. I vow to protect you from any harm, my sweet, my treasure...” 

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[yes-i-am-happyaspie]

Joy, what if there's someone else or a family who have similar hair colour and eyes colour see Peter and decided that he belong with their family haha and Tony who heard about that got jealous and declared war to them haha

What if that person/family *was* Tony and it's not until AFTER he has his armor in a twist about it that he figures out it's him. lmao.

Like, one day Peter mentions that there's this person who kinda looks like him and he kinda likes to pretend he's his dad. "Do you think that's weird?"

Tony feels like he's just taken the entire weight of a train to his gut. Because, well- he kinda thinks of Peter as his kid. He knew him first. He called dibs! But Peter looks nervous and a little embarrassed so he forces a smile. "I think as long as that person is good to you, it's fine." But it's a lie. It's a HUGE lie because no one could treat Peter better than he can.

"Well, the thing is- they don't actually know I, uh- think that. They *are* good to me but really, it's just kind of a game I play with them. In my head."

Tony nods, his brain is turning. If he can figure out who this person is, he can ask them to back off. He could let them know the kid has the whole mentor-father figure thing covered. No need to butt in. He clenches his jaw, imagining what that would feel like. "So, is it a teacher or-" He needs to narrow down his options.

"He teaches me stuff."

"Family friend?"

"Kind of. May was a little weird about it at first but he's growing on her."

Great, Tony thinks. If May likes this guy that could create a massive problem because May does NOT like him. She doesn't hate him either but if she had to choose someone for her nephew to internally parentalize? Is that a word? Doesn't matter. If May had to choose. It wouldn't be him. He really needed to track this guy down; maybe find him a job on the opposit side of the planet.

He wants to ask who exactly this person is, but if he's going to declare a secret war on them he needs the Parkers to believe he has no idea who Peter is talking about. So, he doesn't ask. Instead, he spends the next two days coming up with a plan of action. Nothing too nefarious. He comes up with a fake raffle. One that would allow the winner to visit the SI headquarters in China. If that person was then offered a permanent job there with benefits, a sign-on bonus and housing- well, who could give that up?

After that was worked out, he used FRIDAY to narrow down a list of suspects. He made certain to ask Peter about his daily activities, He tried to bring up the mystery person in conversation, hoping to gain some insight. All the while he had FRIDAY analyzing the data.

All of that effort, and by day six he's narrowed it down to two people and neither of them makes sense. Ned's Dad looks nothing like Peter. And that teacher Peter talks about, Mr. Harrington doesn't seem to take an interest in Peter outside of school-related functions.

"Peter- who is this person?" he finally asks, trying and failing to keep the frustration out of his voice.

"What person?"

"The person you see a- the one you pretend is your dad. I've been trying to figure it out and- who is it?"

Peter ducks his head, his lip goes between his teeth and his cheeks turn five sade of red.

"Come on, Pete. It can't be that bad." Horror passes through his brain. "It's not Happy is it?" He can't send Happy to China. If it's Happy he's going to have to live with it. Miserably.

"No!" Peter looks up briefly. "It's- Mr. Stark, it's you."

That tain is back to hit him in the gut again. This time in a good way. "Me? I thought you said May liked this person?"

Peter laughs. "I said they were growing on her."

Tony thinks back. Peter had also said the person looked kind of like him, was good to him, and taught him stuff. He supposed he fit the bill. His chest, and subsequently his cheeks grew warm. "Pete, I-"

"I'm sorry! I know it's weird!"

"Not weird, Buddy. One hundred percent not weird."

"It's not?"

"Nah. Or if it is, then we're both weird because I've been thinking about you as my kid for a while." He grins. "Is this the part where we hug?"

Peter grins too. "I don't know. Are we there yet?"

"Get in here you little punk!" He and Peter fall into each other's arms. They squeeze tightly and smile stupidly. Eventually, Tony glances up at the ceiling. "Hey FRIDAY? Cancel operation 'Three's a Crowd.'"

"Operation what? Peter asks.

Tony yanks Peter's head back down onto his chest and squeezes him a little more tightly. "Nothing. Don't worry about it. Let's just hug it out, then go do some science."

Peter giggles happily. "Sure, Mr. Stark. Let's do that."

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[petitelepus]

The Demon Gift: Choosing Hantengu, Part 7

Demon!Slave!Hantengu X Fem!Reader

Summary: After all the troubles, you spend a night of passion with Hantengu.

Warnings: SMUT, NAUGHTY, SO NAUGHTY, KIDS GO AWAY

A/N: Demon Slave AU, Domesticated Demons, Reader Insert, Fem!Reader, Hantengu, Master/Slave, Karaku, Sekido, Urogi, Aizetsu

Tags: @hantenguclonesimp-minuszoha, @star-dust-wanderer, @karmalizedpixie

Part 1 - Part 2 - Part 3 - Part 4 - Part 5 - Part 6 - Part 7

The Demons, all 5 of them had noticed that something had changed in you, their beloved Mistress. You were restless and would spend time on your computer, but whenever someone tried to see what you were up to, you would blush and quickly cover the screen or shut it completely.

Like that wasn't enough, you kept stealing glances at the Demons and sometimes your gaze lingered on them, but the biggest change was your scent. Based on it and your behavior, the clones quickly realized what was happening. You were in heat.

Wait, did humans go to heat? Wait, no they didn't, Aizetsu checked, but you were definitely feeling frisky and needy… And the Demons didn't actually mind it one bit.

No, they were just as equally attracted to you and if you just asked, any one of them would be happy to warm your bed at night and keep you company. It wasn't so uncommon for Masters or Mistresses to have sex with their slaves if they wanted and found them appealing, but Hantengu and his clones knew you and they knew that you would never force yourself onto them.

So it was up to them to take the first step toward.

You were on the living room couch, playing with your computer, and based on the blush on your cheeks and smile on your lips, you were perhaps reading something naughty. That amused some of the clones, while some wanted to confront you.

"Mistress?" Came Aizetsu's voice and you looked up from your computer.

"Oh, hi guys," You smiled, "Do you need help or something?"

"No, we are all well." Sekido frowned, "We just wanted to let you know that we care and are here for you."

"Okay?"

"And that if there is anything we can help you with, you can just let us know and we will do as you want!" Urogi said as he grinned.

"Aww, thank you!" You smiled as you nodded, happy to hear that the Demons were so nice and helpful, "I'll keep that in mind."

"And we mean anything. Anything at all, just say a word!" Karaku exclaimed and you nodded, "Okay?"

"Anything."

You blinked before sighing and shutting your laptop, "Okay, what's the catch here? What are you guys up to?"

"Good, we can get straight to the point." Sekido nodded, "We have noticed that you have been feeling in need so we are offering our assistance to you."

"Need?" You repeated in confusion, "What does that-?" Then you realized what he meant and you blushed, "Oh."

"We want to satisfy you!" Karaku laughed and Urogi joined him, "And make you feel good!"

"G- Guys, that is very nice of you, but I'm fine, I really am-!" You were saying, ready to defend yourself and let them down gently, but Aizetsu frowned, "It's so sad when you deny yourself so… Here we are, offering to help you, but you reject us… Don't you find us appealing?"

"I- I do!" You said quickly and shook your hands, "Y- You're all very handsome… But-!"

"But what!?" Sekido snapped and you swallowed nervously, "You're my… Friends, and I don't want to take advantage of you guys!"

"You aren't if we are offering ourselves to you!" Urogi said and Karaku nodded, "We would be happy to satisfy every need you have!"

"We have seen how you look at us when you think we don't notice…" Aizetsu said and you blushed, realizing that you had been caught red-handed. Yeah, you had been taking small peeks at them, and have thoughts about them, but you would never act on them!

"Guys, I like you, but I can't!"

"Then at least tell us, who would you pick?" Karaku asked and you blinked, "Pick?"

"Yes, if you chose to let one of us help you, who would you choose?" Sekido asked and you frowned, your face burning with blush as you thought of your response. You quickly noticed that one Demon was missing and that worked well with you.

"You're all amazing." You looked aside, not standing the curious looks you were getting, "B- But if I had to choose… I would choose Hantengu."

"The original one?" The clones asked and you nodded, "Yeah…? Why, don't you like him?"

"We are part of him so we don't mind." Aizetsu replied as he nodded sadly, "We just aren't used to anyone wanting us or him like that…"

"Well…!" You blushed, "I like him just as much as I like all of your guys."

Your answer seemed to be the right one because the clones seemed happy, but you had to get away before you would say anything else embarrassing!

"Well, anyway!" You quickly put your laptop down on the table and got up, "I'm going to go and bathe!"

"Want some company?" Karaku chuckled and you blushed as you waved your hand at him, "Har har, I'm a big girl, I can bath without supervision."

As you left, the Demons stayed behind and everyone turned to look at Sekido who pulled little Hantengu from his hoodie's pocket. The little Demon was shivering, but he had heard your confession, how you liked him.

"How shall we act, original one?" Aizetsu asked and Hantengu whimpered as he replied…

A moment passed and you sighed happily in the giant tub in the basement. The room was steamy thanks to all the hot water and you were feeling so good as you rested there in the water…

Yet you couldn't stop your mind from wandering to the Demons' offer to help you ease your needs… It was an extremely tempting offer, and some part of you wanted to say yes to them, but you were too shy and inexperienced to actually do so…

Ah, you scowled as you felt your core throb and yourself turn needy as Sekido had said. You glanced at the door to the room, which was tightly shut and you nodded. You were alone so no harm done if you played with yourself a little, right?

Slowly, your hand started to wander down your body and slip between your legs to give you some sort of satisfaction… But just as you were about to touch yourself, you heard a knock on the basement door. You yelped, quickly pulling your hand back before you called, "Yes?"

"It's us!" Came Karaku's voice, followed by Urogi, "Can we come in?"

"Uuh…?" You blinked as you looked at yourself. You were very naked, but the water was so warm and hazy that they couldn't most likely see you unless they came close. You swallowed nervously before nodding, "Yeah, come on in?"

The door opened and the 4 Demons stepped into the room, and your eyes widened as your gaze locked to their very naked bodies.

"Ack-! G- Guys!" You yelped and quickly turned around and like that wasn't enough, you covered your eyes just to be sure, "W- why are you guys naked!?"

"Why not?" You heard Urogi chuckle, followed by Karaku, "You're also naked!"

"Yeah, but I was bathing here first!" You called, "You can use the bath when I'm done!"

"Haven't you heard the saying, the more the merrier?"

You were about to object, but before you could, you felt ripples in the water and you realized that the clones had entered the bath with you.

"Fine, I'll just leave-!" You reached for the towel you had set next to the edge of the tub, but when you tried to get it you realized it was gone. How, just how!?

"Hey hey, why are you all the way over there?" You heard Urogi laugh and you growled as you crossed your arms over your breasts and turned around to address the intruding Demons, "Why- Why the heck are you guys here!?"

"Can't we bathe with our beloved Mistress?" Karaku smirked as he and others moved to approach you.

"Guys, I'm naked here!" You hissed as you backed up but the clones just chuckled as they kept on approaching you, "As you can see, we are naked also!"

You could see that! You were about to object when your back suddenly hit the corner of the tub and you realized that you had been cornered by the Demons.

Knowing exactly how to play and manipulate you, the two jovial clones moved aside so Aizetsu could approach you.

"I'm sorry Mistress, I'm so sorry…" He apologized to you, "But can we please see you? You have seen us, and we love you so much…?"

"Ngh…" You frowned but you couldn't bring yourself to actually say no to Aizetsu and that sad puppy look that he had mastered.

"F- Fine!" You let your hands fall on your sides and Aizetsu's blue eyes widened as he saw your breasts, "You're breathtaking…!"

You blushed so hard you almost started to feel faint, but Sekido approached you with a serious look in his red eyes, "May I touch you, Mistress?"

You were confused as to why the Demons of pleasure and joy stayed aside while the two more serious Demons confronted you, but it must have been their plan all along to fool you into giving in for them. Well… To your defense, you were already needy.

"Fine, do what you want to!" You raised your hands in surrender and not even a second passed when Sekido suddenly grabbed you and sat down, placing you on his lap.

Your eyes widened in shock as you felt his muscular thighs, abs, his whole body really press against your much softer skin… And you get that whatever was poking your ass wasn't a bottle of shampoo.

"S- Sekido-!" You stuttered as you blushed and glanced the Demon over your shoulder, but just as your attention drifted, Karaku dashed past Aizetsu and grabbed your breasts.

"Karaku!" You cried out as the Demon of pleasure cackled and you raised your hand to gently smack his head, but before you could do so, Sekido grabbed your hands and held them against your shoulders.

"Wait, what-!?"

"Hold still!" The Demon of anger snapped and you were ready to object, but what came out of your mouth was a breathy moan as you felt Karaku fondle and play with your breasts.

"These are some nice breasts!" The Demon laughed before he looked over his shoulder and grinned at Aizetsu, "Come over and try them!"

The quiet Demon nodded as he moved to your other side, but before he did anything he glanced at you and frowned.

"Forgive me…" He begged quietly before he grabbed your other breast and wrapped his mouth around your nipple.

"I- AH!" You cried out as you pulled your arms, but Sekido's hold on you held. You whined as you felt pleasure slowly coil in your tummy as you watched how Karaku played with your breast while Aizetsu blissfully sucked on your other one.

"See? We can make you feel good!" Urogi chuckled from the side and you briefly wondered why he wasn't getting anything, but then you realized that he might have cut you with his talons if he had moved to fondle you also.

"Better than you have ever felt before!" Karaku laughed. Aizetsu hummed against your breast and pulled back enough to glance over his shoulder, "We think that the original one likes watching us play with you…"

"W- what!?" You looked up and to your horror Hantengu was resting on the edge of the tub, watching from afar how his clones had their way or like Aizetsu said, played with you.

"H- Hantengu?!" You gasped when your eyes fell on the small Demon who was shivering and softly crying as he looked at how his clones held you.

"Maybe he would appreciate it more if we let him fuck you first?" Sekido thought out loud and the other clones were cheering for the idea.

"Guys, you can't just tell Hantengu to-!" You were about to protest, but a small voice called out, "P- Please…" Hantengu bowed his head, "M- May I please make my Mistress happy…?"

You blinked, stunned that Hantengu out of all Demons you knew asked you that… But why was it turning you on so much? You blushed as you rubbed your thighs against each other for any friction, but you couldn't get any.

All 4 clones turned to look at you and grinned, "Well?"

You frowned, but you couldn't deny that you were into the whole situation. So you sighed and gave in, "Okay, okay… Just… In my room?"

"We're fine with that." Sekido nodded as he let go of your hands and you immediately climbed out of the bath, found a towel, and wrapped it around your body. You glanced at Hantengu and nodded, "Come to my room in 10 minutes."

"Y- Yes, Mistress…!" The little Demon nodded shakily and you nodded before leaving to prepare yourself and your poor heart.

You dried your body with the towel you had, but before you could take it off you realized that you didn't actually own any sexy underwear. So instead of wearing anything, you kept the towel wrapped around your naked body.

10 minutes passed quickly or slowly, it really depended on how you looked at it. You had set the lights in the room to dim setting for some intimate mood and now you were sitting on your bed, nervously staring at the door and waiting for Hantengu to come…

And finally, there was a soft knock on the door and you swallowed before calling, "Come on in."

The door opened and your eyes widened as Hantengu stepped into the room as a fully grown Demon that you had last time seen months ago when you got him from the Demon Slave Market.

"M- Mistress…?" He whimpered as he closed the door and you nodded as you patted the open spot next to you, "You can come here if you like?"

He nodded shakily as he sat next to you, but he kept looking at his feet, crying and shivering nervously. You frowned, and gently pet his back, "We don't want to if you don't want to-!"

"I- I want it…" He suddenly said, "I want it, I want Mistress s- so badly it hurts…!"

"Ah, I see," You nodded, and seeing that you both wanted the same thing, you unveiled yourself and threw the towel aside. Hantengu yelped as soon as his red eyes landed on your body. While you were certain that you weren't the prettiest girl there was, he was looking at you like you were a Goddess.

You climbed into the bed and motioned him to follow you and he crawled after you so quickly you were a little amused by his enthusiasm. He settled next to you and stared at you in wonder.

"You can touch me. You have my blessing." You said with a small smile and the Demon swallowed before he raised his extremely shaky hands and used them to squeeze your soft breasts. You sighed as you let him play and he almost started crying again, he was so emotional.

"Can I…?" You swallowed nervously, "May I kiss you…?"

"H- Hie, y- yes!" Hantengu yelped and you smiled as you leaned forward and kissed him. His lips were dry and chapped, and the kiss was extremely pure and simple, yet it was the best kiss you had ever gotten because you got to kiss someone you actually liked.

Slowly, Hantengu seemed to get bolder because he pressed you down on your back and crawled on top of you. You allowed all this and then you felt something press against your thigh and it didn't take a genius to figure out it was his cock.

"My clothes…!"

"Do you want to take them off?"

"N- No…" He whimpered like a hurt animal and you understood that maybe he was self-conscious and he didn't want you to see his body because of it.

"It's okay Hantengu," You smiled, "You can keep your clothes on if you like?"

"T- thank you, Mistress…" He nodded shakily. Slowly, he trailed his right hand between your legs and you jumped a little at the first contact and this startled the poor Demon.

"A- Am I hurting you, Mistress…?"

"No no," You shook your head, "It felt nice. Please continue?"

Hantengu nodded and he gently collected your wetness with his fingers before pushing a finger followed soon by another into you. He followed carefully your every reaction, making sure he did not hurt you even by accident…

But controlling himself turned harder with each passing second. He was so excited, he really wanted to fuck you, but you would have to be ready for it.

You moaned, enjoying the feeling of having him prepare you for his cock. Despite being pretty bony and frail, they felt good, but you were done with finger food and hungry for the main meal.

"That's good…" You sighed as you pulled the Demon's hand back and spread your legs open for him, "Please, Hantengu…? Can you fuck me now?"

"H- Hie…!" The poor Demon yelped, but he nodded as he reached for his cock and carefully positioned the tip against your entrance. He gave a couple of shallow thrusts, his cock slipping against your sex and lubing himself with your excess juices.

"F- Feels good…!" He whimpered and you chuckled a little, "It feels better if you get inside me."

He nodded as he positioned himself properly and started to gently push in. As he buried his cock deep inside you, you sighed, enjoying the feeling of fullness when suddenly-!

"Ngh!" You heard Hantengu yelp and you felt something warm inside you. You blinked and looked at the Demon who looked absolutely horrified.

"Ah!" Hantengu was mortified and started to rapidly apologize, "I- I'm sorry, I'm so so sorry…!"

"What, why, what's wrong?" You asked and he sniffled so pathetically that it tugged your heartstrings.

"I- I came… I came inside…!" He replied quietly and you blinked as you registered his words. That explained the sudden feeling of warmth when he finally got inside you, but you were in no way mad at him. These things happened even to the best, and as far as you knew, you might have been the Demon's first one.

"It's okay Hantengu." You smiled as you reached for his face with your hand and the Demon flinched, fearing that you might hit him, but instead, you cupped his hollow cheek and petted him so lovingly, "I'm happy if you are feeling good also."

You kinda expected the whole session to be over with that and that the two of you would cuddle and fall asleep in each others' arms… Only Hantengu wasn't done. No, to your shock, his cock stayed hard inside you.

"H- Hantengu?" You stuttered and the Demon shivered as he grabbed your hips.

"I- I can do better, I swear…!" He promised and at that moment, you learned that Demons not only healed quickly, but they recovered quickly also.

Hantengu squeezed your hips and that was your only warning before he pulled back and thrust inside you. You cried out and threw your head back in pleasure. Hantengu's pace was an extremely fast one, never, not even once letting you feel empty.

Hantengu was overtaken by the need of you. He wanted all of you, all for himself, and never wanted to share you with anyone else. His clones were a matter of their own, but other Demons or humans were out of the question.

As he fucked you, he noticed your luscious breasts bouncing with every thrust and pull, and the sight made his mouth water. Letting his needs take over him, the Demon grabbed both of your breasts and squeezed hard, making you whine out loud, "Hantengu…!"

His name never sounded sweeter or better when you moaned it for the whole house to hear. The Demon whined before leaning down and wrapping his lips around your nipple and sucking hard… And he came for the second time, filling you but not stopping fucking you even for a second.

You moaned loudly and so did Hantengu against you, sucking as best as he could like he was trying to milk you, which was impossible because you weren't pregnant, but he couldn't care less about facts at that moment. He just wanted more of his sweet, kind, and sexy Mistress.

"Y- You- Ah!" You cried out as he hit something inside you that made you see stars, "Keep going-! Right there!"

He must have hit your special spot that would bring you the most pleasure. Each time he hit it, he felt you clench around him so hard he almost came for a third time. Hantengu focused on thrusting into that spot and you felt the coil in your tummy tightening, ready to blow any given second.

"Hantengu…!" You moaned and the Demon whined out loud as he leaned down and licked your neck before gently biting into it. Your eyes widened and you moaned out loud as you came, your sex tightening and almost violently squeezing around Hantengu's cock.

You never expected to come when bitten, so you must have been a little masochistic, that was clear. As you came, your legs locked behind the Demon's back, not giving him any chances to pull out or escape. Not that he was trying to, Hantengu was crying in pleasure, fat tears running down his face as he kept fucking you.

"Good, so good…!" You moaned as he kept fucking you through your orgasm, "Wonderful Hantengu, you're so wonderful!"

"M- Mistress…!" He moaned and then came for the third time inside, filling you with even more of his Demonic seeds. You were both soaking in pleasure, your sex milking him dry and he was happy to comply. Finally, he pulled out and you both fell limply on the bed, tired and shivering in the afterglow.

You were panting, tired but pleased and you glanced at Hantengu next to you who was crying again and looking at you like you were the best thing that ever happened to him.

"Good job Hantengu, good job," You smiled as you leaned forward and kissed his bump, "I've never felt that good."

"T- Thank you Misterss…!" He nodded, "F- Felt so good…!"

"I'm glad."

You reached for the blanket and pulled it over you and Hantengu, though you should have warned the Demon because he yelped, startled.

"Sorry, I'm just making us comfortable." You apologized as you pulled the blanket and wrapped your arms around the skittish Demon, pulling him against your warm soft body.

"I'm going to rest a little…" You hummed as you closed your eyes and relaxed, and before you knew it, you were sleeping. Hantengu was stunned by how much you trusted in him.

Demons didn't need sleep as humans did and he was glad because it gave him a chance to look at you, his beloved Mistress sleeping without appearing like a freak.

He was honestly so excited, he could barely wait until he or better yet, his clones could have their turns with you. But that could wait for another day. Now he just enjoyed your sweet presence.

#demon slayer #hantengu #kimetsu no yaiba #kny #sekido #aizetsu #urogi #karaku #naughty #so naughty #reader #reader insert #fem!reader #writing #my writing #story #my story #slave!Au #slavery #slave!AU #ENJOY

[grapenehifics]

Countdown to Chapter One!

My fellow Obikins: I am very, VERY excited to share my next fic with you. Some of you may remember a fic of mine called An Uncivil War, the first chapter of which I posted on AO3 almost exactly a year ago, in May of 2023, and wrapped up that July. At the time, I mentioned to a number of people in the comments that I was already partway through the sequel (An Uncivil War is listed as part one of a three-part series, Can't Stop the Suns), and that I hoped to have Part II ready to go by end of 2023.

Well, that obviously didn't happen. I started looking at February 2024. That didn't happen either. I pushed it to April. April has come and gone. May, though! May I am going to make happen! May 27th, 2024, to be exact. Chapter one of Pick Up the Pieces, a.k.a. part 2 of Can't Stop the Suns, a.k.a. the sequel to An Uncivil War, a.k.a. the thing I have been writing on and off for more than three years now, is going up on AO3. (Excerpt and way more ramblings below the cut.)

A) I wanted to make this announcement in advance because I'm just really excited to share this fic. Parts of it I've posted on Tumblr as WIP Wednesdays, but most of it I've tried to keep under wraps until it's ready and, frankly, I really want to talk about it!

B) @palfriendpatine66 specifically asked for a heads-up before I started posting, but I figured I'd share publicly in case anyone else has the same desire to read (or re-read) part one before starting part two. May 27th is the day!

I do want to say, though - prior knowledge of An Uncivil War is NOT required to understand or enjoy this fic. If you haven't read An Uncivil War, I would really love it if you did! I'm enormously proud of it and love, love, love talking about it. But I also don't want anyone to not give Pick Up the Pieces a try, assuming they were otherwise interested, because they're worried they won't understand what's going on. If you want to jump in, make sure you read the tags and the summary, and by the time you get to chapter three you should have a pretty good grounding in what happened previously. Obviously there are some little details here and there you'll miss but for the most part you should be okay. I did try to make it as accessible as possible.

C) Thirdly - mostly as a reward for reading this far - I thought it would be fun, over the next three Wednesdays, to give a sneak peek of one of the later chapters, because I've really missed doing regular WIP Wednesdays for this fic (for the aforementioned secrecy reasons).

The main part of the fic is set during what would have been the final year of the Clone Wars, except we take a departure from canon during the season 5 episode The Wrong Jedi and diverge off-course from there. Mixed in with that, though, are flashback chapters, covering some portion of Anakin's years as Obi-Wan's Padawan, which have just been a blast to write. They go in roughly chronological order, and this one in particular is set when Anakin is 17. I'll post a little bit today, the next part a week from today, the final section the week after that, and then you'll get the rest of it when chapter ten goes up in the actual fic :)

Chapter Ten preview starts below:

“Uh…” Anakin looked down at his cards and bit his lip. “Hit me?” he asked tentatively. The three other players around the table blinked slowly back at him. He reached out and flipped the top card of the table deck over, letting the rest of the players see it. “Damnit,” he hissed through his teeth.

“Tough luck, boy,” boomed the Besalisk on Anakin’s right, the one he was most worried about getting a peek at his cards. “That makes twenty-two.”

“Yeah, yeah, I know,” Anakin snapped, frustrated. He tossed his cards face-down in front of him. “Don’t remind me.”

Anakin was losing, and quite badly at that. He really needed to slow down and stop the bleeding or Obi-Wan was going to catch him not only gambling, but totally out of credits, too, and he would not be happy about it.

“I’m going to take a break,” Anakin said suddenly, standing up so quickly his chair squeaked. “I’ll sit out this round. Be right back.” He scooped the (very meager) pile of credits he had left to his name into his hand and pocketed them before walking away. What he really wanted to do was take a quick minute to check the chronometer strapped to his wrist without any of them seeing him do it, but needing to take a walk was as good an excuse as any.

He didn’t leave the Castle (Takodana was a little too humid for Anakin’s liking), just took a slow lap around the edges of it, checking out the other gambling tables, the billiards games, the tourists, the regulars, the spacers, the spice runners, the spice addicts, the smugglers. The people who, if he hadn’t become a Jedi, probably would have been his friends and his enemies, his rivals, his contemporaries. His lovers, maybe.

The lower levels of Takodana Castle had once been an ancient Jedi temple, a fact Obi-Wan had mentioned rather a few more times than strictly necessary on their trip over from Coruscant. It had been built on the site of an even more ancient battleground, where Jedi and Sith had fought one another centuries – maybe a millennia – ago. The Jedi had won, that time, and built the original Takodana Temple as a kind of memorial. Anakin let the tips of his fingers trail over the wet, warm stone walls as he walked, feeling to see if he could catch any whispers of the old voices. Old hurts, old betrayals, old war wounds…

He had started doing this thing, about a year or so back. He had discovered, largely by accident (not that Jedi were supposed to believe in accidents, just The Will of the Force, and all that), that he could, rather paradoxically, up the ante on his meditation skills by upping the ante on his distractions. He’d been filling in for Obi-Wan, who was supposed to have been taking a turn sitting in with a group of the youngest Younglings but had been called away at the last minute (or so he had said, at least; Anakin still wasn’t totally sure he believed him). Anakin had tried to keep to the Younglings’ schedule, which included a quarter of an hour of daily mandated meditation time. Younglings not being particularly good at meditation (they were worse at it than Anakin was, which was really saying something), they’d lasted only about half that time before starting to get fidgety. It had started small – a few coughs here and there, a couple of giggles, wiggling on their mats – and then had progressed from there to full-blown chaos. Anakin was supposed to be setting an example, though, and was determined to sit still, keep his eyes closed, and ignore everything that wasn’t an outright cry for medical attention until the allotted time was up.

What he had found, though, was that it was actually one of his better meditation sessions. The noisier the room got, the more relaxed Anakin got. He’d eventually opened his eyes to find one Youngling on his lap, another chewing on his Padawan braid, and a third hanging from the ceiling rafters, but had felt…calm and at peace and a little floaty, but also grounded, connected to the Force, the air, even the children. He’d asked Obi-Wan about it later that night over dinner. Obi-Wan had suggested they meditate over it, which made Anakin roll his eyes because he already had meditated today, that was the whole thing he wanted to talk to Obi-Wan about, and how much meditation did a person need every day, really? But after they ate he’d dutifully sat down across from Obi-Wan and closed his eyes anyway. Obi-Wan had reached out and taken Anakin’s hands in his, which almost made up for the double meditation session. (Almost.)

And then, just as Anakin was starting to settle into something resembling regulating his breathing, something hard and poky had slammed into the side of his head.

“Ow!” he’d said, reflexively, and opened his eyes. Obi-Wan’s datapad was lying on the floor beside him. Obi-Wan himself was still sitting serenely, holding Anakin’s hands.

“What the kriff did you do that for?” Anakin demanded.

“I’m sorry,” Obi-Wan had said, without opening his eyes, “I thought you said you liked having distractions while you meditated.”

“Not painful ones!” Anakin shot back.

“Apologies.” The holopad, from the floor, flicked on and started replaying whatever the last thing either of them had watched on it, which happened to be a nature documentary about tee-muss. “Is that better?”

Anakin grumbled about it, but he had, sort of, asked for this, and admitting defeat now would be both embarrassing and would necessitate him letting go of Obi-Wan’s hands, so he closed his eyes and tried again.

Of course, the first thing he had to do was release the pain in his head into the Force, but once he’d done that, he found that, once again, sifting through his distractions was easier when he actually had distractions to sift through. He let the migratory patterns of wild tee-muss go, and felt Obi-Wan squeeze his hands. “Good, Anakin,” he murmured softly, so quietly Anakin almost couldn’t hear him over the documentary narrator. “That’s very good.” (Anakin had replayed the moment in his head, putting that voice of Obi-Wan’s into different and much more…naked contexts, so many times since then that he could get hard just thinking about it, now.)

So Anakin had started to experiment, on and off. He turned the holoprojector on in their rooms while he was meditating. He sat in the corner of the refectory and meditated during mealtimes. Once, he tried meditating during galactic history class, but his teacher had ratted him out to Obi-Wan and Obi-Wan had told him not to do that anymore. And, now, he wanted to see if he could do it while inside Takodana Castle on a bustling summer afternoon.

To be continued next Wednesday!

#obikin #wip wednesday #an uncivil war #pick up the pieces

[sairobee]

Chapter three part one of my comic Even the Rocks will be posted later this week.

#art: bmt #art: ocs #even the rocks #comics #webcomics #this is the first cover i'm actually happy with

[sunstainedpages]

IT'S HERE!!!! I HAVE IT!! THE NEW EMILY WILDE BOOK!!!!

I'm so fucking excited!!!

^ actually me

#did I let out an inhuman noise when I opened the package and saw what it was #yes yes I did #I'm so excited but also slightly scared because I already love Emily and Wendell so much and what if it isn't as good as the first one #but also I'm not going to let myself put it off too long because otherwise I'll overthink it too much and won't read it #AND IM SO EXCITED #ITS HERE #I HAVE IT #I GET TO READ ABOUT MY LOVES AGAIN #just know that if Wendell calls Emily 'my dear dragon' again I will be an absolute mess #completely intolerable (I'm already kinda intolerable but even more so) #and I'll never shut up about it #anyway I will shut up now but I'm just so happy to have this book #actually one more thing the cover is so pretty and green and pretty #emily wilde’s encyclopaedia of faeries #emily wilde's map of the otherlands #emily wilde #books & reading

[autisticburnham]

WAIT WAIT WAIT. WATCHING HALEY WHIPJACK'S NEW VIDEO RECAPPING ONCE UPON A TIME, THE SHOW I WAS OBSESSED WITH FROM AGES 14-19, AND SONEQUA MARTIN GREEN WAS IN IT AND I DIDN'T REALIZE??????????????????????

#sonequa martin green #if you're saying wait 5 years does not cover once upon a time #yeah that's bc it got bad in season 5 #actually it got bad before that but season 5 was too bad to keep watching #first fandom i ever broke up with #that's why I'm so happy haley is doing these recap videos so i can find out what happened in 6 & 7 #all caps

[ruedesfillesducalvaire]

oops I made an eposette playlist (◕‿◕✿)

all songs imagined from éponine or cosette's perspective, with one exception from marius' pov (wait for it)

#it's definitely not as Bespoke™️ as the valvert one just cause eposette has way less of a vibe to draw off of (both in canon and fanon) #but i'm still happy with how it turned out! #and i actually couldn't see any other eposette playlists on spotify so maybe this is the first... #and yes there are quite a few covers of classic-ish love songs that were originally sung by men where i specifically went looking #for a version sung by a female vocalist #i actually found some kickass woman vocalist versions of like bruce springsteen etc. ✌️ #Spotify #eposette #eponine #éponine #cosette #character playlists #les mis #les miserables #les misérables #sylvie's own nonsense #a sylvie creation

[purityvalentine]

Dragons!

#did you know the most intriguing part of WoW lore to me is actually... #... #the infinite dragonflight! and by extension the bronze dragonflight but honestly ever since first meeting the infinite dragonflight in uhhh #the culling of stratholme i've been really intrigued by them and why they are so 'bad' #i know they're doing things that disrupt the timelines but all the things they're trying to 'fix' seem like genUINELY GOOD CHANGES #but like i get it and i know why they're the bad guys and why bronze are good and why nozdormu doesn't want to become moruzond #anyway i got to do a quest today that had the infinite dragonflight as an ally in today and i'm very happy #i really hope there's stuff about the aspects in this lore book i got... #puri rambles #the dragonflight actually mean a lot to me contextually with wow as well #all my best memories are from raiding during wotlk (which had a lot of dragons and had me questing for alexstrasza #one of my earliest raids was me covering for a missing guild member and doing the eye of eternity #and then AGAIN in cata my final raids before i stopped to focus on education was dragon soul #and honestly i kind of thought that was the end of the story with the dragons so #anyway i've rambled a lot but basically uhhh #blizzard bad but wow was a lot of my teen years and i am attached to it and i am thankful i still get to play it sometimes #even if i have to make sure i limit myself because i can just play forever and ever

[silverysongs]

Daughter of Smoke and Bone (music from season 1)

Track 1 / Waltz for a Blue-Haired Girl

Track 2 / A Sketchbook Full of Monsters

Track 3 / Poison Kitchen

Track 4 / Brimstone

Track 5 / Black Handprints

Track 6 / Wishes

Track 7 / An Angel in Morocco

Track 8 / Caged New World

Track 9 / True…Story

Track 10 / Fight or Flight

Track 11 / Hope Makes its Own Magic

Track 12 / Broken Doll Dance

Track 13 / Madrigal

Track 14 / Pull

Track 15 / Evanescence

Track 16 / The White Wolf

Track 17 / The Masquerade

Track 18 / Love is an Element

Track 19 / A New Myth

Track 20 / Evanescence (reprise)

Track 21 / To Eretz

#just a thing i'm trying out #not the most happy with the album cover but i care more about the song titles #we'll see if i come up with a better system if/when this turns into a series #i think it will be a series it's just will it be a big or little series? #tootsie pop owl voice: the world may never know #daughter of smoke and bone #laini taylor #this is complete fake!! by the way!! #fan-made #but i have so many ideas of how it could go if it were an actual album for an actual tv show #like the first episode opens with waltz for a blue-haired girl #and then when we find out all the stuff about madrigal #madrigal's theme plays #and then when SPOILER happens #madrigal and karou's themes merge just like the old and new star trek themes at the end of star trek (2009) #also i have no idea what love is an element sounds like but i WANT to LISTEN TO IT ANYWAY

[nightrae13]

I regretted wondering in the past if HoneyWorks had sunken a ship they initially sailed

“Invisibly, it looks like the crybaby was able to change”

It’s been weeks now, but I still can’t get over Crybaby Boyfriend and Hajimari no Sayonara lol. 

#honeyworks #Lenku #miku x len #can't believe I love them first in a break-up au lol #yes i'm still crying over this #vocaloids #like I know Len's happy there but- #I still feel sad for Miku #Idk if the arragement of pics makes sense lol #anyway I'm broken already without reading the novel yet #VOCALOID #hatsune miku #kagamine len #the links are actually the cover and subbed versions lol #Back to December is soo their song!! #which is currently playing as I type this HAHAHA

[theradicalace]

i have blocked out a rough series of events for the transfem splendid timeline. details are vague on everything after the red line, but that's at least the order i want those things to happen in :3c

#ace rambles #happy tree friends #transfem splendid #yah i guess i'm actually gonna flesh this out and expand it as like a legit fic series!! #everything before the red line is covered in the events of my two fics i've written for this so far #everything AFTER the red line is what i want/need to write still #and i definitely need to figure out how those events play out and connect #but i'm very solid on i want them happening in this order #i also definitely want to include splendont in more depth than just the short mention he got in the first fic #but idk to what extent or how i'm going to weave him in

[snekdood]

anyways if nick fartez and any of his skeevy fans are spying on me online I needja to know this: no one will ever love you or like you or fuck you and its all your fault bc your a nazi. the only way you'll ever get anything is if you rape someone and you and I both know that doesnt mean shit except how desperate you are to stick your dick in someone and how much you're willing to violate people who actively dislike you and would never be around you if it was their choice. it didn't hafta be this way but you decided being a ugly skeevy nazi was more important than anything, which is sad. honestly jump off a cliff, save yourself the time.

#posting this bc idk where I saw the clip maybe a vaush video or keffals or some shit but he mentions his 'jewish bully' which he says in a #way thats obvious he doesnt actually have one but seems like a direct reference to me and how I would vent about having a bully who was #jewish also. but the whole point I was making in the first place is that her being jewish has nothing to do with her being a bully. its #whatever trauma that made her so shitty bc otherwise her sister was really nice to me and we got along and were friends #just thought I should post this to remind them since they probably hate watch me and try to see me as a lolcow to compensate #for their own shitty fuckless lives. #hey at least I can get some lmao. #really makes me wonder though. who exactly is reporting to him about me? I WONDER if its the same person I keep kinda #coming to the conclusion about that theyre secretly a alt righter which is why they desperately try to paint me as one. #i mean hey bud! why were you writing lyrics to a song about hitler on your kupika? #im sure you're so so happy that that website is taken down. too bad I have screenshots and video evidence of it huh 😢 #+everything else about you and your history ik about and the shit you cover up like. it kinda seems like its compiling into one thing. #innit ya channer? hey at least I thought those conspiracy theories were about something else entirely. you prolly know exactly what #theyre referencing. which is probably why when I started talking about them not knowing what they really meant you instead #saw it as an opportunity to take down a trans person. and also why you somehow knew about the “bohemian grove” and were the #first person to tell me about it. but whatever no ones gonna believe me... for now. #cant wait for the day your ass gets exposed for the shitty skeevy fuck you really are xoxoxo #though who knows. maybe nick and his fuckless followers picked up on me from vaush's chat. but honestly I feel like i'm such a nobody ass #person on there that idk why they would. so kinda think its someone else. someone who might've been following me for longer....... #and was the first person to tell me about the bohemian grove and also enabled and egged on the conspircy theory beliefs 🤔🤔🤔🤔

[angelltheninth]

Adam x reader but they’re still alive and she’s the third wife made for him and he eats pussy for the first time 🫢🫢🙏🏻🙏🏻🧎‍♂️🧎‍♂️🧎‍♂️

You ready my fucking mind! I was thinking about this for a few days.

Pairing: Adam x Fem!Reader

Tags: nsfw, smut, first time cunnilingus, praise, hair-pulling (for Adam), cum eating, praise, clit stimulation, Adam's ego, Adam hates Lucifer

Word count: 0.7k

A/N: I am actually taken back by how much I love Adam. He's an asshole for sure but he's a charismatic asshole.

Adam moved his body against yours, quick rapid-fire cumshots making your insides tingle with warmth. It coiled at the pit of your stomach and stayed there, uncomfortable and heavy and annoying as hell. Maybe more annoying.

"Thanks for the fuck, Babe." His satisfied smile was cute if a bit too smug, like he just accomplished something big by coming inside your pussy. You whimpered as he pulled out, "Woo-hoo-hoa. There's so much, keep that shit in there, are you even trying to make kids or nah?"

Naturally procreation was high on the list of priorities for the two of you. As his third wife you wanted to give him something his first two wives couldn't, a real family. "As much as you are. But you know that's not the only purpose of sex right?"

"Of course not. My dick feels so damn good when we have sex!" Adam pointed down at the mentioned dick, half-hard and covered with both your cum.

"Yeah... and what about me?" You took his hands and pushed them towards your pussy.

"Oh. Oh yeah. I guess I can finger you. Gotta push that fucking cum back in." He chuckled and bent his middle and ring finger, his long digits closing in to your pussy before you grabbed his wrists, "What the fuck, you bitch?! I'm trying to be nice! You don't want my fingers or something?!"

How the hell was the one offended here? "I didn't say that Adam. I... want your mouth. Okay, happy? Is that what you wanted me to say?" Instead of grinning in victory like he usually did when he got you flustered he blinked in confusion. "Don't you think it's only fair after how many times I sucked you off?"

"W-Well... but... you love to suck my dick!" God he was so childish sometimes. How was he the first man and the man you fell in love with? God truly does work in mysterious ways. "I shouldn't have to eat pussy to make you feel good."

Okay. Time to pull out the last weapon you had. "Bet Lucifer knows how to eat pussy."

Adam was human. He was. But the look he gave you in that moment would make any demon shiver. "What was that?! Think I can't do better then that asshole?!" He pushed himself down and pinned your legs apart, "Fucking watch me, Babe." He was all talk right now. The moment you smiled at him he looked... awkward. He was the first man, he should be good at this, he should be good at everything.

Yet his licks were slow, experimental, insecure, way too light between your folds. "Adam. You can lick harder." He let out a grunt and quirked his eyebrow at you, he hated being told what to do. "I need you to lick harder, it would make my pussy feel so good if your tongue could- ah!" There it was. A little praise, a little persuasion and he was doing as you asked.

"Can't forget about this little thing right here." His teeth pressed against your clit, your pussy clenching and pushing more of his cum out. "I see how it is, you want more huh? Enjoying yourself? Tell me."

"Yes. You're doing good, Adam." Your hands brushed through his messy brown hair, not so much directing him as giving him a reassuring massage, "Your tongue is divine."

"You bet this cunt it is. Praise me more, Babe, scream. Let everyone hear how good I'm giving it to you." Adam's tongue descended lower to your cum-filled hole, pushing back and forth, "Damn I taste good. I see why you like swallowing it." Of course he somehow made this about himself again. It didn't matter. He was still doing as you asked, making you feel so fucking good.

"That's right, you're making me feel good with your tongue. Only you can make me feel like this. Only you can make me come from eating me out." That was all he needed in order to do just that. To know he was your one and only. Your hips bucked into his face, your back arched, toes curling while he licked and kissed and finally went back to sucking your clit. "Adam! S-Sto- oh my god- wai-!"

He wasn't stopping. Adam always did as he wanted. You came on his tongue, in his mouth, and now that he's accomplished that he wanted to do it again. You watched his tongue move across your clit, spelling his name on it, "There. Now this clit, this cunt, is all mine."

#hazbin hotel x reader #adam x reader #hazbin hotel imagine #hazbin hotel headcanon #hazbin hotel fanfiction #hazbin hotel smut #adam imagine #adam headcanons #adam fanfiction #adam smut #hazbin hotel x you #hazbin hotel x female reader #hazbin hotel #x female reader

[u3pxx]

ah, dungeon food... delicious in dungeon!

1 | 2 | 3 | one out of three dungeon meshi illustrations i did for a class! 🍲🐲

id in alt text | like this art? it's a print, here! | like what i do? support me on ko-fi!

hi there! this is actually the first illustration i finished out of the three but i decided to post the falin one first because it seemed fitting when the dragon episode came out pftt

and since a while has passed, i'm very happy to say that i got a high grade for the mock covers i did! which i'm really happy for since ngl, the venn diagram of "drawings for school that i got a high grade for" and "drawings for school that i'm actually proud of" is very, very small lmao

to save time, i had to forgo coloring in the lines for this drawing which gives it a fair amount of contrast, while i still enjoy looking at it, i wonder what it would look like if i softened it with colored lineart.

i used a different pen for inking this and i was actually surprised at how quick i was! if you don't know, i love doing lineart but i usually am terribly slow at it, inking this one was a pretty fast ordeal!

i streamed this over on the klapollomb server as i was drawing it and i just distinctly remember that after the flats stage and onto shading it: i paused, pen in my hand, looking at the screen with a blank look before i typed into voice chat in all caps, "I FORGOT HOW I RENDER" ASKSKSK

it's been a while since i've actually drawn anything digital that's like, a fullass piece, so yeah 😭 i can forget sometimes. i've been doing trad art for school for like 2 years straight now so the moment i got the opportunity to do digital art i went all out lol

#dungeon meshi #delicious in dungeon #senshi of izganda #marcille donato #chilchuck tims #laios touden #sunnysidedraws #sunnysidemeshi #described #id in alt text