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seven-stars-in-his-palm · 6 months

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hey y'all its been seven hours im not done with the writing lets talk a good omens x ofmd crossover becquse im fucking AMAZING

aziraphale: passenger/medic on a british naval ship. at the beginning of ofmd, he'll be on the Twin's ahip, i forgot what his name was but he's a twib ANYWAYS. aziraphale's the resident Guy, the person you go to for things like advice or medicine and shit. he's kept about because he's useful, and even the other soldiers think he's too polite. but he keeps thr ships blessed, so its okay. his current assignment is to keep the navy in check and make sure they get to heaven, which isssss WOW harder than he expected. he's hanging by a thread. when he becomes part of crew, he starts being the soundboard. like stede but better /hj. he takes turns with telling everyone stories, helps improve the food supply, ACTUALLY KNOWS HUMAN MEDICAL PRATICES, likes watching the relationships aboard foster, looks for new books on raids, etc. just being a Good Vibe. they dont know he's magical, but i feel like frenchie and buttons (or the swede, i always mix those two up, its the one who turned into a bird) would be Onto Him, because they're the most magically paranoid/proficient. he's very like stede, but somehow a more tolerable aura. the crew is wary, especially cause he's british, but they'll be fine.

how aziraphale gets into the story: at the veryyyyy beginning. its during the forced tea party of s1 ep1, as he happened to tag along on the little dingey with the Twin and his men. he REALLY likes the revenge from first glance, and has a good feeling about the group of pirates they've landed upon. but things go awry! the Twin is stabbed thru the eye! but when stede proclaims he did it, aziraphale is ONTO him. the existencial crisis and trama exhude from him. he decides to see this through--and becomes one of the Revenge's hostages semi-willingly. but stede also likes aziraphale--even if he's british--and decides to be chill with him though he' still "texhnixally" a hostage. they bond verrryyyyy quickly, and soon (by like the end of episode 2, when the other hostage is tsken by izzy and the rest) is assimilated into the Revenge's crew. this is good, because heaven can tell that there's gonna be such a juicy moral dilemna with stede hehehe. lets get this bitch to stay good okay?? yeah. yeah this is gonna be fine....

crowley: like with most of these crossovers, crowley happened across blackbeard's crew. he was dayum, they get around and im bored af, lets do this. kinda like with stede (but not strong enough to satiate it) ed thinks he's a breath of fresh air and therefore keeps him around even if he's never seen crowley Kill anyone (they always make miraculous escapes). no one knows he’s a demon but he 100% has that record in pirate community. calling him the devil and the tempter and how he has a silver fucking tongue and shit like that, it follows him EVERYWHERE. not much more about him other than the basics like personality, except it 1000000% has long hair, wears black like the rest of them, and is oddly british. he's not army tho, so its okay. rebel 🙌

WAIT EDIR: maybe crowley can hear on the republic that Izzy’s looking for those naval men and THEN join Blackbeard’s crew. Like solely just to get aziraphale back. hmmm…..

how crowley enters the story: crowley hears about aziraphale's interception when blackbeard and da crew learn about the Revenge ravaging the navel ship. "damn it, i gotta go save my angel." he REALLYYYYYY wants aziraphale back and gets pretty antsy about it because he had no idea what he was ngl, turns out he was on the FUCKING SEA the whole time. (he also hates that he joined the british army but whateva, he dont know it wasnt voluntary.) they meet on the republic of pirates when stede's almost hung and shit, crowley is in Rampage Mode, aziraphale is in Pissed Mode because they're attacking their Fucking Ship, stede is Dying, ed is Doing His Thing and such. thinking about making aziraphale and blackbeard fight and aziraphale wiping the floor with him or smth. aziraphsle would also be the only one to notice stede and cut him down early and protect him during all the chaos, which would probablyyyyyyy get blackbeard on his ass and probably try and kill him which would not work out with ANYONE, anddddd you know. first impressions change shit. the point stands: ed is on, romance is a foot, and aziraphale and crowley are on the same ship. wahoo! and now that ed's on the path to become softer, hell's like AYO KEEP HIM ON HELL'S SIDE and now crowley's got an excuse to stay. i mean, he and aziraphale Could employ the Arrangement, but they were technially different assignments, and this crew looks like they're having the funnest fuckig fun and they feel so genuine. might as well stay...like they say--keep your friends close, but your enemies closer. and by that it means living on the same ship. also it deadass looks like they need miracles to keep together or they'll fucking sink. lol

and the reason why this is important is because that season 2 ends up HELLA different, and season 1's adventures alter a tad, with both crowley/ed's infamy and aziraphale's encouragement for stede to become a real pirate and Miracle Employing. so yay crossover achieved! I THOUGHT A LOT ABOUT THIS CROSSOVER ALRIGHT, SO MANY OTHERS HAVE TOO BUT FUCK

also btw here’s some canon divergences I can already imagine:

- aziraphale and crowley being present during the ‘you wear fine things well’ episode (can’t remember what happens Exactly, but I do know). aziraphale with ed and stede while crowley is helping frenchie and olu with their pyramid scheme. they both contribute wahoo!

- lucius is the ship marriage counselor and he’s onto these guys. he’s watching. Waiting. Advising

- when the whole act of grace shit happens, Aziraphale’s like FUCK IT and before ed can proclaim it he just snaps all of the enemies to sleep. he’s sheepish about it. everyone freaks the fuuccckkkkkkkk out even tho he saved them and shit Happens. it probably results in someone clubbing him over the head in panic and then Everyone Else Panics More. I can see it in my mind. this changes a lot of things canon on. ough

- munity is either much more prevalent or tampered down a lot. no in between. either mutinies left and right or they’re content. hm

okay that’s really it. Back To Writing Hell

#good omens #our flag means death #crossover

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jjungkooksthighs · 1 year

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Yup, I wasn't asking alpha. I wanna see you even try and 'collar' me. The "thin ice" warning doesn't faze me one bit. Go on, alpha. I fucking dare you.

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To author, Omfg omfg omfg omfg omfg. I'm fucking terrified right now my hands were kinda shaking while typing but I wanna see how far I can go with this. Im crying again. Not even kidding. Tears (ps : let's keep this a secret btw you and me because otherwise, I'm dead. Already dead with the last response but im pretty sure this will confirm my funeral date so)

Also, I apologise if these character responses are tiring for you. I know it is stressful at times to get into the mindset of an og character while writing, so please let me know if it's uncomfortable for you. I understand. Loads of love 🥰

Do you have any idea what you’re doing, omega? You’re playing with fire. And you’re going to get burned, little one.

You dare me? How amusing.

You play a dangerous game, omega, but the moment I have you… the moment I’ve caught you…. You’re going to be nothing more but a whimpering, whining mess.

You can run, but you can’t hide from me. I will find you. And I will make sure you’re taught a lesson you won’t ever forget.

You think you can disrespect me this way and talk with such disloyalty, but I promise you this: you will not make that mistake again once I’m done with you. Clearly I’ve been far too gentle, far too complacent with you lately that you think you can aggress me this way and get away with it.

I assure you that you will not.

I’ll catch you no matter where you run. Do not forget that I can fucking smell you wherever you are. Your body desires me even if your words try to deny me. And I will follow that wanton scent of yours for as long as it takes until I have you underneath me and begging for me.

Once I find you, I’m going to push you down onto the ground. You’ll be mounted like the little bitch you’ve been acting like and I’m going to ravage you from behind. Over and over again.

I won’t stop until my name is the only thing that leaves your mouth.

And when you think you can’t take it anymore, I’ll put that collar around you and make you take it. I’ll pull it so you have no choice but to bow your back and arch against me while I bite your neck and give you a mark that you’ll feel for days afterward.

Once you’re shaking and squirming to the point that you can’t hold yourself up anymore, I’ll turn you onto your back and fuck you like the whore we both know that you are for me.

The only sounds that will fill the air will be those of my balls slapping against your tight little pussy and your moans.

And once every single one of your holes is dripping with my cum and you’re nothing but a heap of heaving limbs, I’ll make sure to lick every single one until you’re crying with the sensitivity you’ll no doubt be shuddering from.

You’ll beg and beg for me to slow down, to stop, but I won’t.

Not until you fucking show me how sorry you are for misbehaving like this, you damn brat.

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Author note:

Oof… I looks like you’ve pissed him off. He’s mad. You’re crying now, but that’s just the tip of the iceberg for you, dear. Keep pushing him and he’ll snap. He’s nearly there.

Anyway, these character responses are actually really fun and I really enjoy doing them! Don’t feel like they tire me or that I don’t like them, because I promise neither of those things is true! On the contrary, I find this entertaining ;)

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im-a-heartstomper · 10 months

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i propose to you:

gotg au where... most of them are human!

okay i don't have a real name for it... BUT. HEAR ME OUT. it's 1998. quill is taken out of the room after watching his mother die. he doesn't know what to do. so he runs. he runs as far as he possibly can, and before he knows it, he's completely lost. after a few hours, two men named kraglin and yondu find him, and give him a place to stay. they try and find his legal guardian, but they just... can't.

they aren't able to get him to speak for a couple of days, but when they finally do, they learn his name, and they learn he's from Missouri. and they live in Tennessee (yes, before you ask, this is specifically so i can make ONE joke if I ever write anything for this) so they're really confused. they ask how he got there before they saw him, and he reluctantly tells them. they partly feel bad for him, and the other part is just confused. because how could a boy of his size and age run all the way from missouri to the middle of tennessee in just a couple hours? let alone without stopping?!

now, at this point, he's only with one of them at a time. he's not really sure why, but one of them is always out. unbeknownst to him, these two adults he's put his life into the hands of are in a gang called the ravagers. they go out, one at a time, either to go shopping, deal with business within the ravagers, or try to find a way to get peter home. no one knows about peter but them. at least not yet.

eventually, they give up on getting peter home. of course, they don't tell him that. he wants to leave. as he gets older, he finds out about the gang and joins it. they don't do anything special, just small robberies and the occasional fight with other ravagers. whenever he has the time to get away from everything, he likes to sit under a tree. he named this tree Groot. Once, under the tree, he met a raccoon. he named it rocket and begged yondu to keep it. yondu pretended to hate the idea, and "reluctantly" said yes. this was hard, considering it was wild, but peter was hard to say no to.

sometimes he would walk around town growing up, and he met this girl named Gamora. well. he saw her. and thought she was pretty. and saw her other times too. he would always try and think of what to say if he ever talked to her, and he finally figured it out.

"are you from tennessee? because you're the only ten i see..."

"what the fuck"

after that... awkward encounter, they become friends, he shows her groot after they become close, and everything is great. (they're like 18/19 for this. yes, im pushing them closer together in age.) there's this record store they enjoy going to there. the only employee they ever see there, however, is this old man with tattoos all over him. he always wears a tank top and pants, he always greets them with the same "hello" when they walk in, and he never smiles. over time, they get to know him, and learn that he has a family. well, that he used to.

one day, they meet this girl named mantis. they both immediately think, "that's a weird name" "who names their kid after a bug?"

she's here to attend college nearby, and despite her lackluster social skills, she quickly befriends them. she just seems to know exactly how they feel all the time. one day, they propose going to her dorm to get snacks, because she somehow always has the best snacks with her when they have a fun day out. so they do, but her dad just happens to stop by for a visit, which makes mantis very tense for some reason. he introduces himself as ego, and said he was on his way to missouri, and just HAD to visit his daughter before he went over there. so gamora and peter introduce themselves in return, which seems to make mantis far more uncomfortable. ego takes a long look at peter, who only introduced himself by his first name, and says "quill?"

"uhh, yes, sir?"

"son of meredith quill?"

"...yes, sir."

"well, it seems like you and mantis here are related."

welllll that's all i have time to write, but that's okay. im probably going to turn this into a story anyway so why spoil what i have planned? thanks for reading y'all 🥹

#gotg #au #guardians of the galaxy

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frogtanii · 3 years

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℗ me and my husband

atsumu x fem!reader (poker face ending)

series masterlist

♡´･ᴗ･`♡

wc. 3.2k (holy shit)

warnings. NOT PROOFREAD, v v soft domestic, marriage :00, smut!! (is marked off!!), soft dom!tsumu, hair pulling (giving), unprotected sex, slight praise kink, pretty vanilla ngl

an. can be read as a one shot but u might be confused lmfao also this took SO LONG OMFG also also heavily unedited, take things w a grain of salt lmfao anyways don’t forget to feed me ahaha m rlly proud of this so i hope y’all like it <33

it was moving day and atsumu was about to lose his mind.

today was the official day of the hyper house disbandment and while most of the members were still figuring out new living arrangements and thus remaining past the deadline, you were one of the few trying to get out as soon as possible.

makki and mattsun were so excited to have you move in, they showed up early that morning to help you pack. now, it was around 1p and it was almost time for you to go. you still had a few more boxes to go but things were speeding right along.

normally, atsumu would be right by your best friends helping you out but he was currently in the middle of a breakdown.

you were leaving. leaving. he had no idea when he’d see you again (even though you promised to meet up weekly to catch up), if he would ever see you again. for all he knew, makki and mattsun would just hide you away forever, never to be seen again.

okay, so he was panicking.

it was just... atsumu was in love with you. he’d known for a while (way longer than he’d like to admit) and he selfishly thought he’d have more time with you so that he could work up the courage to confess. but now? you were like three boxes away from a distance that he didn’t know if he or your relationship could recover from.

it wasn’t that he was bad at long distance but the tragic events that the house brought, brought the two of you closer together and he didn’t want to lose that.

atsumu let out a groan and dropped his head against the wall, his mind running with scenario after scenario, all ending in failure and utter embarrassment.

“hey, you okay?” you called out, a large box cradled delicately in your arms. as atsumu turned from the plaster in front of him, he allowed himself a moment to take you in.

you were wearing short athletic shorts, worn converses, and his t shirt. a thin sheen of sweat covered your skin, the lights above reflecting off of it, giving you a warm glow.

of course you looked hot moving boxes.

you called his name again in concern and he immediately felt his heart clench in guilt. you’d already been through so so much and here he was fantasizing about you instead of being there for you like a good friend would.

atsumu let out a sigh and shot you a wide, albeit empty, smile before walking over to you and taking the box out of your hands. the furrow in your brows told him you saw through his expression but he ignored it and made a show of lifting your box above his head and carrying it to mattsun’s car.

“see, what would ya do without these guns angel?” he joked, placing the cardboard into the trunk. you rolled your eyes and poked him in the side playfully. “die, probably.”

the butterflies in his stomach kicked up at the underlying sincerity in your voice but he tried his best to overlook it. it was much harder than it seemed, especially when you looked at him with such fondness in your gaze that made him want to kiss you senseless.

gulping hard, he quickly turned away from you, busying himself with fitting your things in the truck like a game of tetris.

“atsumu.” your voice was firm but pleading and he didn’t dare look at you for fear of spilling everything right then and there. “wow, ya sure got a lot of stuff, huh? wonder how much of this was bought with ushijima’s money,” he started to ramble but thankfully he was interrupted by makki whooping as he walked out of the house.

“last box bitches!” you shot atsumu one final worried look before running over to makki and mattsun, yelling the whole way there.

atsumu was grateful your back was to him because he couldn’t hide the affectionate look that overtook his face, a soft smile spreading across his lips as he watched you hip bump your friends while cackling wildly.

god, he was so in love with you.

what was he going to do when you moved out and away? what if you found someone, someone how loved you as much as he did (not possible)? he would wish for your happiness even at the expense of his own but... what if you both could be happy?

caught up in his thoughts, atsumu didn’t register you saying your goodbyes to the remaining members until you were finally in front of him.

“i’m gonna miss living with you tsum.” you unceremoniously launched yourself at him, wrapping your arms around his waist and burying your face in his chest. his heart leapt violently at the contact and he prayed to every deity above that you didn’t hear it underneath your head.

he barely managed to hug you back before you pulled away, your eyes slightly teary and red. “um, well, makki and mattsun are waiting for me so uh,” you trailed off looking back at the van and your friends who were so (im)patiently waiting for you to join them.

atsumu’s breath quickened as you scooted a bit away from him, truly getting ready to leave. no, no, it couldn’t end like this, awkward and distant. no, he wasn’t going to let it.

“atsumu?” you asked worriedly, reaching out a hand to touch him when he didn’t respond but he couldn’t hear you. he felt hot all over, like he was going to explode or magically combust if he didn’t get the words out into the air.

“tsum, are you oka-“ “i’m in love with ya.”

you paused, shock written clearly all over your face. the fear of rejection slammed into atsumu like a brick, the feeling settling in the pit of his stomach like a rock but he still didn’t stop.

“i’m in love with ya and i have been for forever. yn, yer beautiful but yer face and body aren’t even the best part of ya, even though they’re pretty damn great. yer just-“

“tsum-“

“-yer so kind, especially when ya don’t need ta be. yer badass but ya care fer others so deeply and ya make me wanna be a better person. ya make me a better person. i know ya-“

“tsumu please-“

“-ya probably don’t feel the same and that’s alright but i needed ta tell ya, before ya leave and fall in love with some other scrub, just in case we can be happy together and-“

all of a sudden, your hands were buried in his shirt and you were pulling him close to meet your lips with his, your mouths meshing together in a soft and passionate kiss.

bliss. atsumu was in sheer bliss. your lips were as soft as he thought they would be as they moved with his, his hands coming up to grip your waist and pull you even closer to him.

sooner than he would have liked, his lungs started burning for air so he pulled back but not very far, instead resting his forehead against yours.

“i was trying to tell you i liked you too, idiot,” you muttered, your eyes still closed as you spoke. he chuckled, a wide grin overtaking his entire face as he really took in what you were saying.

you liked him back. you liked him. holy shit.

but instead of saying any of that, he decided to tease you a bit. “just like? if i recall, i just confessed my undying love for ya.”

you pulled back with a faux scoff, hitting him in the arm with a huff. “shut up you ass. of course i love you too.” you couldn’t keep your real smile off your cheeks while you confessed, your soft expression bringing another wave of desire over atsumu’s body.

“can, can i take ya inside angel?” he allowed his true intentions to be heard in his words, your eyes widening when you figured out what he meant. you nodded vigorously before shooting a look to makki and mattsun. mattsun just waved you off and got into his truck while makki yelled, “get that dick!”

you heated up horribly, grabbing atsumu’s hand and pulling him towards the house and to his room. he allowed himself to be dragged along, sending winks to the other boys as he went until the two of you were standing right in front of his door.

“i love ya,” he whispered, lifting your hand to his lips to place a gentle kiss there. you grinned. “love you too tsum.”

that must have been the final straw because the minute the words left your mouth, he was on you.

••• smut begin•••

pressing you up against the door, atsumu ravaged your mouth, his tongue tangling with yours as he walked you backwards into his room, laying you down on the bed so that he was hovering over you, his hips pressing hard against yours.

instinctively, you ground up into him, rewarding you with a loud groan and a gasp of your name. “fuck angel, yer killing me here,” he laughed breathlessly, rolling his hardness against your thigh. you let out a breathy moan and tangled your hands in his hair to bring him back down to your lips.

as you continued to kiss him, his hands scrambled at your waist, pushing his hands under it to grope at your chest. you giggled at the cold of his fingers but he didn’t pay it any mind, moving down from your mouth to your neck, sucking dark marks into the sensitive skin there.

“ah, shit tsumu,” you tilted your head to the side to give him more access, just as he reached under your bra to tease your nipples. a startled gasp left you, your back arching into his careful touch. “that feel good angel?” atsumu asked, voice low and gravelly as he pinched the delicate bud, drawing another noise from your throat.

you nodded, not trusting yourself to speak. you bit your bottom lip while he pulled your shirt and bra off, tossing them somewhere in the room. as he scanned your half naked body, he noticed you quieting yourself and he lightly shook his head. his thumb found its way to your lip, carefully pulling it from between your teeth.

“wanna hear ya angel, let me hear yer pretty noises, yeah?” without letting you respond, atsumu dove back into your chest, suckling one of your nipples into his mouth while toying with the other, a sigh of his name sending a bolt of arousal straight to his loins.

he grinded against you absentmindedly, losing himself in you, eventually switching sides to give the same treatment to your neglected bud.

while atsumu seemed to be having the time of his life attached to your tit, you were getting impatient, your arousal completely soaking through your underwear. you needed more.

tangling your fingers in his blond locks, you attempted to tug him away from your chest but his reaction was unlike anything you could’ve expected. “aahh!” he let out a strangled whine, his hips bucking against your side.

“please, tsumu, need more,” you breathed, his needy reaction not lost on you as pulled his hair a bit harder. you were not disappointed as his eyes rolled back and his mouth opened in a silent moan before dropping his head to your shoulder.

“fuck, fuck, okay angel, i got ya, i got ya.” atsumu swiftly disposed of both yours and his bottoms and underwear before lifting your leg and positioning himself at your entrance.

“tell me if i hurt ya, alright? i love ya,” he smiled down on you, your heart swelling two times at his carefulness. “i love you too,” you replied, watching as his pupils grew and a low groan broke free from his chest.

“oh angel, ‘m gonna ruin ya.” that was the last thing he said before he pushed into you, both of you letting out whimpers as he stretched you open, the blunt head of his cock just a few centimeters shy of your cervix.

your back arched in pleasure, both of your hands scrambling until they found purchase on his back, your nails digging in just when he started to thrust shallowly into you.

“f-fuck, how’re ya s-so fuckin’ tight?” atsumu growled through gritted teeth, every word punctuated with a roll of his hips. you couldn’t respond as you were too overwhelmed with pleasure, his cock rubbing against your g-spot with every slow movement.

speaking of slow, he was moving way too leisurely for your tastes. you needed him to move faster and you knew exactly how to do it.

sliding your hand up from his back, you grabbed a good chunk of hair from the back of his head and pulled. his reaction was immediate and oh-so gratifying.

an honest to god whimper poured from his lips and he instantly thrusted all the way into you, his length driving into your g-spot perfectly. you both let out twin moans as he started rocking into consistently, every movement bringing you closer and closer to your peak.

“i love ya, i love ya so fuckin’ much, angel—shit—yer so amazing, i love ya,” atsumu rambled while pounding into you, deep curses and whines of your name interspersed with his declarations of love. if you could speak, you would reciprocate but you were too busy holding on for dear life as he fucked you into oblivion.

desperate for some kind of anchor to reality, you grasped onto his locks again, gripping tightly as drawn-out cries of his name slipped from your open lips. you were close, so close and he knew it too.

“feel ya clenchin’ around me like a good girl, ya gonna cum fer me? gonna cum fer me angel?” atsumu’s hand snaked down between your bodies to rub fast circles on your clit, a shaky sob finding its way out into the open air.

“oh shit, yeah, ‘m g-gonna cum for you tsum, ‘s all for you,” you moaned, clamping down on him sporadically as you started to cum, your vision whiting out and your thighs trembling while you gushed around him.

your mind was floating off when you felt him cum with a shout, his warmth flooding you and spilling out as he collapsed onto your chest.

••• smut over •••

the two of you lied there for a while, attempting to regain your brain and feeling in your legs. you vaguely made note of the wet rag cleaning between your thighs and the following weight falling down beside you but it was only after a few more minutes that you really came back to yourself, rolling over to lay on atsumu’s bare chest.

“holy shit, tsumu,” you said in awe, your boyfriend (!!) laughing at your reaction. “i’m just that good angel, what can i say?”

you groaned and hit him in the chest but you couldn’t keep the smile off your face if you tried. “you are such a menace!”

“only fittin’ that i picked a gremlin ta be with then,” atsumu teased while playing with a piece of your hair. mock offense filled your chest as you sat up, fixing him with your ‘angriest’ glare.

“is that the kind of language you’ll be using in your vows, mister?” you were only joking but when atsumu’s eyes widened and a blush spread across his cheeks, you realized your mistake.

you opened your mouth to apologize or to make some kind of excuse but he beat you to the punch. “ya wanna marry me angel?” he asked, looking so vulnerable with hope shining in his brown irises. you couldn’t bear to lie.

“of course tsum, you’re it for me,” you reached out a hand to caress his cheek and he leaned into it, his own coming up to cup yours and hold it against his face.

“good.” and that was the end of that, that evening’s... extraneous activities having thoroughly tired to the point that you fell completely asleep with your face against one of his pecs.

if you had stayed awake a little longer, you would’ve seen atsumu pull out his phone and start a new note titled, “my angel.”

if i just said i loved you, it would be an understatement. it would be like saying the sun’s surface is just a bit warm or that the arctic is just a little chilly. it would be an injustice to you and to how i truly feel about you. love—

“-is a word that is much too soft and used far too often ta ever describe the fierce, infinite and blazing passion that i have in my heart for ya angel. ya acknowledge my strengths and ya accept my faults. ya make me wanna be a better person every day. so, today i vow ta laugh with ya and comfort ya during times of joy and times of sorrow. i promise ta always pursue ya, ta fight for ya, and love ya unconditionally and wholeheartedly for the rest of my life. ya are my best friend and i’m the luckiest person on earth ta call ya mine- wait are ya crying?"

the audience burst into laughter as you frantically tried to wipe away your tears, punching atsumu softly on the arm. “of course i am, you ass.”

the officiant cleared his throat, grabbing both of your attentions. “it is the bride’s turn to give her vows. if you may?”

you nodded and atsumu already felt like crying. again. he’d cried that morning while getting dressed and then again when you walked down the aisle in the most beautiful dress he had ever seen. now, as he watched you pull a folded piece of paper out of your bra, he knew he’d made the right decision in confessing to you, all those years ago.

he also knew he was definitely going to cry again.

“atsumu, falling for you wasn’t falling at all—it was walking into a house and knowing that you’re home. today, i want to make you promises that i will always keep. i promise to never stop holding your hand or accepting your kisses. i promise to not hit you too hard when you insult me or call me a gremlin. i promise to share my food with you, to never go to bed angry, and to try and understand your obsession with professional men’s volleyball. i promise to love, respect, protect and trust you, and give you the best of myself, for i know that together we will build a life far better than either of us could imagine alone. i choose you. i’ll choose you over and over and over, without pause, without doubt, i’ll keep choosing you.

i used to never truly enjoy moments because i was always waiting for what's next. the next thing horrible thing to happen. now that i have you, i enjoy the moment. every moment.

today seems like it's the start of a new journey, but i already belong to you. falling for you wasn't falling at all—it was walking into a house and knowing you're home. i love you.”

and at least in this lifetime

we’re sticking together

me and my husband

we’re sticking together

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ayyezhongli · 3 years

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horny hungry dom zhongli x innocent slutty childe

where zhongli is horny asf and childe has this lusty energy around him which makes it hard for zhongli to concentrate bc he just wants to ravage and fuck childe using him as a fucktoy

ok so its late in the day n zhongli jus came back from a mission. he has paper work he needs to finish but forst he needs to shower bc he’s sweating like crazy.

so he says “good work today”

trying to contain himself with all this lust and sexual desire that was pouring out of childe. childe smiled saying.

“yeah thx, you too”

n zhongli walked over to take a shower. the lust was too strong. like a tornado. if he stood there any second longer he would’ve for sure fucked childe stupid right there. he turned on the shower water to hot and stripped revealing his member hard asf.

“fuck not again.”

so now zhongli steps in the shower, cheeks tinted pink and one of his hands against the tile wall.

“i’ll just get it over with now”

with his free hand wrapped around his dick, he starts pumping himself as images of childe flash in his brain. childe in a maid outfit. childe with a lewd face. childe moaning….all he could think about were these abstract images and dirty scenarios about childe he made up in his head mumbling childes name under his breath.

“Fuck! fuck! fuck!”

so zhongli cums shooting his load all over the tile wall panting. after a few minutes of washing himself he turns off the water and wraps a towel around his waist and gets out. he puts on a fresh pair of boxers and has the towel over his shoulders. when he looks up to his surprise, he sees childe standing in front of him with a bright red face.

“S-sensei!”

“how long have you been here?”

“w-well i went to go shower bc i thought you were done b-b-but….”

zhongli stares childe down biting his lip. childe could see the hungry look in zhonglis eyes. he looked like a beast who captured his pret and ready to devour it any second. n he suddenly found himself backing up as zhongli approached him until he was pressed up against a wall kabedoned.

He’s gonna eat me alive!!

“u saw enough.”

zhongli couldnt hold back anymore. he jus couldn’t. he has been for so long and too long. and with the way how childe was acting, his flushed face. He REALLY couldnt.

“S-s-sensei?!”

childe was squirming around trying to escape and oh that turned him on so much. watching childe squirm underneath him. and so he fiercely attacked childes neck marking and claiming every spot he can which in response to this action childe gripped his shoulders letting out tiny little pants and moans right into zhonglis ear.

“Sensei p-p-pls stop”

childe begged while zhongli ignored him. childes begging only made him harder. there was no going back now. zhongli slid his hands up childes shirt mouth still attached onto childes neck. he went up pinching his nipples causing a loud moan to escape his mouth.

“F-Fuck Sensei!!”

he moved up to nibble on his ear and reached his hand down into his pants to palm him.

“you’re already so hard for me childe….”

“S-s-sensei….”

childe moaned into his ear. childe had the lewd face that zhongli always dreamed of. It turned him on so much he almost came.

“D-d-dont to- Ahh~!!”

it was too late, zhongli had a tight grip around his dick and started pumping him fast. childe came within seconds all over zhonglis hand and in his pants. zhongli rid childe of his pants and started rubbing against him through his boxers.

“Mmmnn S-sensei dont stop ahh~”

“i never planned too”

He’s even hotter than i imagined

“childe….”

“w-w-what.”

“kiss me.”

n so childe did. wrapping his arms around zhonglis neck kissing him passionately. he wanted to have all of childe for himself. have him all to his self. violate and claim every orifice or non orifice of his body. all of it should n would belong to him by the time he’s done. pulling away breathless a string of drool attached from the mouth he went back in and childe rubbed back harder and needier than before.

“S-sensei….i want you….”

zhongli felt himself blush but kept a calm composure.

“prostrate yourself in front of me and maybe i’ll consider it.”

childe did so all shame going down the drain. n zhonglis view was nothing short from perfect. it was beautiful. seeing childe’s pink innocent little hole with his ass high up in the air. he couldn’t hold back. it was so plump, so untouched, so round, so innocent looking he wanted to destroy it. and so he bit down marking and claiming what belongs to him which made childe yelp. with a loud smack childe came as a red hand print formed on his ass.

“you came just from that? what a slutty little masochist”

childe quivered while zhongli spanked him a few more times. he could feel his legs going weak until they finally decided gave out and he dropped to the floor unable to hold himself up any longer.

“i’m not finished with u yet. get back up.”

childe struggled to follow his directions but eventually did wobbling.

“good little slut.”

zhongli bent over and planted a gentle kiss on his head.

“turn around and suck”

zhongli said pulling down his boxers revealing his hard member. childe just stared. that wouldn’t be able to fit inside him!! how was he gonna take all that it!!

“stop gawking at it n suck it!”

childe gulped and started licking his shaft sucking on the balls from time to time. he slowly lowered himself down gagging at every inch. he wanted to see zhonglis reaction through it all so he maintained eye contact as he watched zhonglis face flush and his hand covering his mouth. it was hot ngl and childe could feel himself becoming harder. after a few zhongli came and he could feel the slimy liquid go down his throat and drip down the side of his mouth. he pulled away but before he could fully zhongli held him down.

“keep going.”

childe did the best he could. and he could feel zhongli’s throbbing cock in his mouth.

“stick out ur tongue”

zhongli said panting slightly

“Fuck!”

and he came all over his face and getting sum on his tongue. catching his breath he looked down at childe to see such a slutty cum covered face panting with his tongue sticking out and tears forming from the side of his eyes.

“you look so hot covered in my cum, such a slutty whore all for me~….”

zhongli put his fingers in childe’s mouth.

“suck and get them nice and lubricated.”

childe did so until zhongli pulled them out.

“prostrate yourself for me again.”

and when he did, zhongli shoved his fingers inside causing childe to moan in pain, crying.

“S-s-sensei it hurts…”

“it wont for long just hang in there. this isnt even the part that hurts the most.”

zhonglis fingers wiggled around inside childe

“god ur squeezing my fingers so tightly”

his fingers searched for that one g spot.

“where is it now….”

zhongli said still looking until childe arched his back and let out a loud moan drool dripping down the side of his mouth.

“found it.”

what was he feeling? what was this immense amount of pleasure? has he have no shame? it all felt too good childe couldn’t think straight. as a puddle of drool formed from the side of his mouth n on the floor zhongli pulled out and aligned himself.

“woah woah wait sensei thats not all gonna f- AHH SHIT!!”

but before childe could finish zhongli pushed himself inside him. all of him. and childe choked on his own spit, eyes widening and crying clawing at the floor to escape as zhongli thrusted into him fast and rough showing no mercy.

“Sensei it hurts! It hurts! It hurts so much!”

childe cried out clawing and scraping at the floor.as much as he tried to escape zhonglis grip on his hips was too tight.

“shhh its okay….it’ll feel better soon.”

and like zhongli said, the pain started fading away n all he could feel was pleasure. all he could think abt was zhongli. zhonglis dick deep inside him. destroying him. ruining him. claiming him.

“Zh-zh-zhongli~!!”

childe moaned out.

“fuck that was hot. moan out my name again. moan the name of the person who’s fucking u stupid. claiming you for themselves.”

zhonglis pace quickened and by now he was slamming into childe ruining him like he always got off too.

“ZHONGLI FUCK!! I’M GONNA-”

and with that childe came dropping to the floor.

“this isnt over yet childe, not even close~….”

zhongli flipped him around placing each of his legs on his shoulder and pounded into him harder n faster than childe could ever imagine.

“I’m gonna cum again…”

“n im gonna cum too….”

giving a few more thrusts zhongli came inside him and childe came again on his chest cum dripping out of him and panting heavily and twitching.

“ur still so hard for me.”

zhongli palmed the twitching childe and he came once more all over zhonglis hand. zhongli lifted his hand up to childes mouth.

“lick it clean”

hesitating, childe sucked his hand clean tasting himself. the bittersweet slimy consistency. he couldn’t help but scrunch up his nose.

“good boy.”

zhongli said picking childe up and carrying him bridal style.

“lets take a shower shall we?”

“t-t-together?”

“mhmm.”

and so they stepped into the shower to bathe but it turned out to be another round. the end :)

(but guess what- i wrote an alt ending so enjoy 😈)

ALT ENDING:

“good boy.”

zhongli said picking childe up and carrying him bridal style. when zhongli raised his head he could see diluc standing in there eyes widen is shock to speechless to say anything. Childe looked at diluc face flushed

“DILUC??!!!? HOW LONG HAVE U BEEN THERE?!”

diluc was too speechless he couldn’t say anything.

“i’m just gonna-”

diluc said turning around.

“dont tell anyone diluc”

“i never planned too.”

diluc said walking out.

“Besides…i dont wanna risk the chance of me n kaeya getting out.”

(ok now thats the alt ending. hope you enjoyed the story. it’s pretty rushed but don’t mind that)

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cheonjeolmi · 3 years

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Daddy’s Little Girl

Request Status: Open !

Pairing: Hange x Fem!Reader

A/N: hello this is a part 2 of “I’m Your Owner” and this is my first time writing smut and im ace so im sorry if it’s bad or if some parts don’t make sense? anyway i don’t think i’m ever recovering from this, so please enjoy. if you want to listen to music while reading, i suggest “let me love you” by ariana grande (slowed), or dark horse by katy perry (slowed)

Word Count: 4979

WARNING: NSFW 18+, bdsm, dom/sub, dom!hange, possessive!hange, degradation, sensory deprivation, slight humiliation kink, daddy kink, praise kink, hand kink, dacryphilia, oral sex, strap-on sex, mirror sex, multiple orgasms, overstimulation, orgasm delay, strap-on riding, fingering, spanking, choking, neck marking, marking with nails, hair-pulling, and hange calling you kitten multiple times

“You’re late.” Hange growled looking at their pocket watch, as you closed the door slowly before being met with their annoyed expression, giving them a nervous smile.

“I- I’m sorry, Hange. I ran as fast as I could but-!” you nervously rubbed the back of your nape, trying to convince yourself you weren’t slightly aroused by their growling-

“What did I tell you?” Hange said as they shifted to where you are, their arms folded over their chest.

“Wh-what?” you slightly trembled in both fear and arousal as their domineering aura made you feel butterflies in your stomach while heat threatened to creep up on your face.

“Do I have to repeat myself again, Y/N” they stalked closer and closer every step you took backward, you gasped as your back was met with the door and Hange incredibly close to you.

“N-no, Hange” you stuttered, believing that was the safest option to go with, as a lot of your rationality flew out the window when they simply growled at you-

“Good.” Hange’s breath tickled your ear, making you shiver in pleasure as they pulled away slightly as their eyes looked up and down your figure then settled to your lips, Hange smirked and licked their lips, preparing for the food in front of them.

You eyed them cautiously as you wondered what their next move was since with Hange their actions were always a guessing game. “...Please, Hange” you muttered under your breath, hoping they didn’t hear it, but of course they did.

“Hm? Please what? I can’t hear you, Y/N” Hange purred as they grabbed your chin tilting it so that their light brown eyes were on your eyes, their other hand on the door right next to the side of your head, completely pinning you to the door.

“..Please just-“

“Please what?” Hange growled as their hand on your chin lowered down to grip your neck, choking you slightly, your breath hitched in your throat and you shuddered in your place.

“P-Please daddy” you stammered, finding it hard to speak as Hange’s hand gripped your neck,

“Come on darling, tell daddy what you want? Daddy can’t help you if you don’t speak up” they spoke huskily into your ear and you were pretty sure your airflow just gave up on you as heat flushed your face, mind feeling hazy from the pleasure.

You felt an unusual surge of confidence rush through your veins as you growled and flipped your positions, Hange gasping in surprise as you pinned them to the door before fixing their posture and cleared their throat, which brought you back to reality face flushed as you analyzed your positions.

“Oh Y/N, it’s cute you think you can take charge,” Hange chuckled darkly, looking you over as their eyes held a primal hunger within them, wanting to just rip open your clothes and ravage you into the next year

Hange pushed you back against the door, securing you in place as they leaned into your ear while their knee was in between your legs. “Now, well, now you’ve angered daddy. And you know how daddy gets when they’re mad, so don’t even think about disobeying me. Otherwise, I won’t hesitate to throw you out of my room on the verge of cumming, do I make myself clear?”

“Y-yes, daddy” you mewled as they smirked at your submission.

“Mm, look at you so pretty and all when you submit to me” they cooed, pulling you in to kiss them as you engaged in a kiss filled with burning hot passion, both moving into each other as if you hadn’t eaten for days.

You moaned slightly into the kiss and Hange swiped their tongue along your bottom lip asking for access to which you complied, moaning as their tongue invaded your mouth, tongues locking in a fiery dance with Hange winning as they fully dominated you.

You were sure you were losing your mind as you slowly became intoxicated from the dizzying pleasure as you couldn’t think straight. Your knees threatened to buckle as sinful thoughts of Hange and all the things you wanted them to do to you run through your head, which seemed to further spike your pleasure.

Hange pulled away from the kiss to gasp for air as you followed their movements, collecting some much-needed air, once you had enough to breathe in, you leaned in hungry and wanting more but they brought a finger to your lips, stopping you from doing so.

“I’ve had enough. I want you now” they spoke as they quickly removed all of your harnesses and skillfully threw open all your buttons, leaning in to kiss and lick at the exposed areas of your skin leaving you to moan and whimper loudly from their roughness.

Hange bit and sucked at your neck as hickeys began to form, you threw your head back in pleasure as you gripped and pulled at their hair, feeling yourself get wetter as they groaned, sending vibrations into your skin.

“Oh fuck Hange-!” you cried out, at this point not caring whether you used the wrong name as your brain was too focused on the pleasure they were currently giving you.

“That’s it, darling~ Say my name. Rest assured it’s one of the things you’ll be screaming tonight” Hange huskily voiced out as they bit your neck before soothing it with their tongue.

“God, Hange! Please fuck me-!” you gripped their hair tightly as Hange continued littering your neck in hickeys while their hands were at work to hurriedly slide off your button-up shirt and unclasp your bra, gazing at your breasts before they began to play with them, squeezing them from time to time and occasionally rolling your nipples in between their fingers.

“Fuck Y/N, you taste so good” they groaned, taking off their lips from your neck smirking for a slight second at all the hickeys that began to appear on your neck, as they were scattered all around your neck. Though knowing Hange, they were soon to leave more all around your body.

Hange’s eyes glossed over all of the hickeys they bit and sucked into your neck, once again smirking in proud victory as they marked you all over, giving you an unforgettable reminder as to who owned you. Their line of sight trailed down your body and landed on your breasts as they squeezed your breasts, loving the way you continued to moan loudly.

“Already moaning when I’ve barely touched you? You really are daddy’s little whore, aren’t you” Hange smirked as they leaned in, taking your nipple into your mouth as they gently nipped and sucked, before giving the same attention to your other breast as they palmed at your free one.

Your knees buckled from underneath you as you leaned back against the door, trying to balance yourself otherwise you would’ve dropped to the ground. Hange noticed this and stopped at their ministrations, making you whine in need.

Hange placed their hands on your waist as they tugged you close to them, locking you in another fiery kiss before they carried you bridal style heading into the bedroom which was connected to their office, never once breaking the kiss.

Once you got to the bedroom, Hange threw you onto the bed and immediately pinned both of your wrists with their hand, smirking as the view of you underneath them in such a compromising position made a rush of pleasure course through their veins. Mentally etching the sight into their mind, wanting to remember the way your flushed face looked and how you would eventually look as you orgasmed from being ravaged until you broke down crying.

“Be a good girl and stay here. Daddy’s got a special experiment planned just for you” Hange seductively spoke as they removed themself from their earlier position and walked out of the bedroom to grab their materials.

They came back with silk ropes, and a black 8-inch strap-on dildo one of their inventions they wanted to test out on you, on hand as they climbed back onto the bed straddling your hips.

“Give me your hands” they ordered as you placed both your hands out in front of Hange, you stared at them while they proceeded to bind your wrists together before tying it around the headboard of the bed, slightly tugging at it to make sure you were bound just right.

Hange moved to peck a chaste kiss on your lips as their mouth trailed downwards, now on your jaw, and moved further down now leaving a fiery trail of kisses on your neck, then over to your breasts as you moaned.

Hange took your breast into your mouth once more, licking and sucking on your breast as they fondled your other breast with their hand, the other trailing down to unbutton your pants as you moved to help them take off said article of clothing.

“You’re all mine. You’re daddy’s little bitch. Just wait until I fuck you like a slut” they growled which sent vibrations across your skin and made you shudder in pleasure. “Who’s all mine?”

“God, I’m all yours! I’m a needy slut for daddy! Please I- I need you” you cried out as you desperately wanted them to touch you where you needed them most as you weren’t sure how long you could keep yourself composed.

“Patience dear, but since you begged nicely, I guess I’ll give you a little reward” Hange chuckled, loving your desperation now moving downward to where you needed them most, their hands gripped at your thighs spreading them apart before kissing and sucking at your inner thighs in hopes to leave marks on your skin.

“Ah, Hange please” you moaned and thrashed against your restraints as Hange was now so close to where you wanted them but you knew they were going to tease you first rather than giving you what you wanted right off the bat.

“I love when you beg for me like a good girl” Hange pulled away from in between your legs to praise you before going down once more, “Look at me, baby” they purred softly and took the hem of your underwear into their mouth as they took it off you, you flushed heavily as you added the sight onto a list of things Hange did that made you weak in the knees.

At that point, you really believed you were about to cum just from the sight of them taking your underwear off with only their mouth despite not even getting to the main event, and you really didn’t blame yourself because lord, was that the hottest thing you’ve ever seen them do.

Hange threw away your undergarments somewhere on the floor and turned their attention to your cunt that was dripping wet, smirking as they saw the full effect they had on you.

“My my, you’re already so wet for me? Baby, the fun’s only just begun” Hange teased as they took a few seconds to stare at your naked core in appreciation before licking you from your folds to your clit.

You bit your lip, trying to contain your moan as every one of Hange’s actions made you lose your mind, the heat pooling between your legs flaring up as every part of you began to lust for their touch, their tongue, and for them.

“Please..stop..teasing me” you breathed out before moaning slightly as they chuckled sending vibrations to your core.

“Patience, whore. I was getting to that” Hange grunted as they left a mark on your inner thigh before their lips gently caress your clit.

You groaned quietly, closing your eyes as you enjoyed the pleasure Hange was giving you, their skillful tongue flicking against your bundle of nerves, making your breath staggered.

Hange slowly inserted their index finger into you, smirking from how easily their finger slid in due to your wetness as they pushed their finger in and out in a steady pace, while their tongue lapped at your clit.

“Hange!” You gasp as they add their middle finger into the mix, now fingering you with two of their digits as they curl their fingers and hit your g-spot, making you moan loudly.

“Oh fuck, Jesus! Hange faster!” you rasped and felt them smirk along your core as they listened and moved their fingers faster, adding a third digit into your filled cunt as you arched your back in pleasure, hips moving on it’s own as your body begged for more.

Soon enough you came, your walls tightening around Hange’s fingers as you scream and cried profanities while Hange’s fingers helped you work through your orgasm, laying back down on the bed once you came down from your high.

Hange pulled away from your bundle of nerves and took their fingers out of your dripping cunt, lapping up at your sweet juices while groaning from the taste of you. Once they lapped up everything, they brought their fingers that were soaked with your juices to their mouth, eyeing you seductively as they licked and sucked their fingers which were now coated with their saliva. They smirked seeing your face flush with heat.

Hange went back on top of you bringing their saliva-coated fingers to your mouth “Suck it whore,” they commanded as you opened your mouth to suck on their fingers, going a bit faster when you heard their quiet groans “Mm, such a good girl. You like following daddy’s orders?” they questioned and you groaned into their fingers unable to speak.

Hange removed your silk restraints as they kissed your wrists, and stood up from the bed, moving over to the chair where the dildo was placed. ‘Let the experiment begin’ Hange thought as they wondered how well their invention would work as they strapped it onto themself, pulling at the buckle making sure it was secured tightly on themself.

“On your hands and knees slut, and face the headboard” they barked out, as you immediately followed their orders while Hange smirked when they heard the bed creaking as you went to fix your position.

They came back to the bed and began trailing a hand down your back and along your spine, making you shiver in delight. Hange slightly raked their nails across your back as their trail began to form along your back as they traced it like constellations. Hange moved their hand downwards as it swiped at your folds, smirking as it was much more soaked than before.

You inhaled sharply as Hange’s hand rubbed at your core gently, “What a pretty pussy, so wet and ready for daddy~” Hange teased, making you moan and grip at the sheets.

Seeing as you were more than wet, Hange knew the 8-inch would slide in with ease as they gazed at you and smiled as your eyes met their light brown ones before widening seeing what had been attached to them. You weren’t sure it was going to fit, although you were definitely aroused by it.

“Oh god by the walls..please fuck me! Break me, daddy” you cried out as your lust clouded your better judgement.

Hange took the dildo and shifted it so that they could tease at your entrance, “Aww, you want daddy to fuck you until you break, what a filthy whore you are” they sneered and rubbed your ass before slapping it, loving your moan at the unexpected action. “You like when daddy slaps you? Pathetic” they brought their hand down to your ass to slap you and you moaned once more, enjoying the pain and pleasure that came with their slaps, as they offered two more slaps in succession.

“12 slaps and you’re going to count each one and thank me. Clear? If so, give me a color” they commanded, bringing out a silk blindfold and covering your eyes tying it and made slight adjustments to make sure you couldn’t see.

You couldn’t see anything which made you quiver in fear and heavy arousal, “G-green.” you stammered as you mentally tried to prepare yourself because your brain was this close to short-circuiting.

“Good girl” they raised their hand to slap you “One! Thank you“ you spoke and they slapped you twice “Two! Thank y- Three, thank you!” you cried out as the pain spread across your body.

You were on your 7th slap, slowly but surely being rendered unable to speak as the pain seared your skin, your ass now red from their spanking. Hange slapped you and you couldn’t help but moan “Ah! E-eight. Th-thank you..” you felt tears stream down your face as you truly felt you couldn’t take it anymore.

“H-Hange, I can’t take it anymore” you pleaded, hoping they’d listen to you but they simply growled

“No. You're going to take it like the filthy slut you are!” they slapped you thrice in succession, barely giving you time to prepare.

“Fuck! N-nine..God, yes! Ten..E-eleven!” you cried out, tears flowing from your face as the pleasure became unbearable.

Hange rubbed your ass, trying to soothe the pain “You’re doing so well for me, kitten~ one more slap, just hold out for daddy alright. Color?” they purred and you whined in pain

“Y-yes daddy..green” you breathed out trying to hold out. Hange spanked you one last time and you came then and there. “Im-! Twelve! Thank you, thank you, thank you, thank you!” you repeatedly cried out as your heavy orgasm made you see stars.

Hange rubbed your ass and left kisses on the now burning red spots, praising you for being a good girl and for taking it so well and you moaned from their praises. “Alright, now for the main event” they spoke and you whined trying to pull away from their hold while they were about to insert themself

“N-no, Hange please..I’m still s-sensit- Ah!” you screamed as they inserted their dildo into you, letting you adjust to the size. “No, please-“ your hips moved involuntarily trying to shy away but Hange kept you locked in your position.

“I’ll be moving now” they murmured and pushed in and out of you slowly, and you moaned and cried out as they pushed into you, you wanted to stop as you were still sensitive from your orgasm but you couldn’t as the pain turned into pleasure.

The loud sounds of skin slapping against each other plus your moans and Hange’s low groans filled the room as Hange began to pump into you faster as they gripped onto your hips. Hange grabbed both your wrists in their hand, making your upper half drop to the sheets, your face now on the pillow as you tried to cover your moans.

Hange tugged on your wrists, pulling your body up to press against theirs, Hange’s clothed chest pressing against your back as your moans increased in volume as Hange hit you deeper and hit against your g-spot. “Don’t hide your moans from daddy. Let people know who’s making you feel so good” they growled into your ear, as they pulled on your hair with their other hand, lapping at the tears which stained your face.

“Ah! Yes, fuck yes! Hange please!” you cried out

“Who’s making you feel this good, huh? Who’s fucking you like the bitch in heat you are?” they groaned as they pound their hips into you roughly.

“Y-you are Hange! Please..fuck me like a slut!” you begged as Hange smirked before tugging you closer to them with their hand that held both your wrists, “That’s it, take daddy’s cock like a good girl” they husked and kissed and sucked at your neck, leaving hickeys in their trail as you groan.

Hange let go of your wrists and your arms landed on your sides, as they leaned in closer to your back transferring their hold from your hips to your breasts as they played with them while simultaneously thrusting into you.

You felt a tight coil start to form and you knew you were about to cum “I-I’m gonna..” Hange noticed this as your walls twitched inside them and they thrusted much harder and faster as well,

“Cum for me, kitten. You’ve earned it~” they cooed as they pounded into you and your vision was filled with white as you came, with Hange slowly thrusting into you helping you ride your high. You dropped onto the bed, panting heavily as Hange pulled out of you and flipped your positions as you were hovering over Hange as their hands were on your hips.

“H-Hange..?” you spoke as you looked at them confused

“I want you to ride me” they stated as you felt your face heat up from their forwardness.

“I- well if- if that’s what you want, then I’ll do it daddy” you spoke as you lined your entrance to the tip of their 8-inch dildo, gulping audibly as you were fearful of its massive size. You placed yourself inside it slowly but surely and yelped loudly when Hange brought you down to the base of the dildo with their hands on your hips

“Sorry, darling but daddy’s getting impatient” they grunted as they began controlling your pace while they thrust their hips in an effort to match your rhythm, your hips now moving by itself as you rode Hange who was now letting out small groans of pleasure as they felt the base touch and rub slightly at their clit.

You continued to ride them as you increased the pace at which you went and moaned when they slammed into you, your breasts bouncing from their fast pace. “Hange!” you cried as they reached to fondle your breasts.

“You look so pretty when you’re riding me, oh! How I wish you could see how you look” they exclaimed in a sex-crazed manner as they thrust into you.

After a few seconds you felt a familiar coil tighten in your stomach but before you could warn Hange, you came as your back arched from the intensity of your orgasm, your body fell on Hange’s still clothed torso as you panted heavily.

“Good girl~” they purred as they soothingly ran a hand down your back. Hange laid you down on the side of the bed as they went to stand up from the bed, chuckling a little when you mewled from the loss of contact.

“Hm? You thought we were done? I did say I was going to fuck you until you broke,” they smirked “I just need to get one more thing, and while I do, I expect you to be on your hands and knees facing away from the headboard, and wear the blindfold. You’re in for quite the surprise, kitten” they spoke before exiting the room, as you fixed yourself into your position as you placed the blindfold on your forehead before bringing it over your eyes.

You felt embarrassed as you imagined someone else walking in and finding you in such a promiscuous position, but you knew Hange and knew they locked the door as the sight of you naked and like this was for their eyes only. Your arousal spiked as you were blindfolded since you were unable to see what was happening, every part of you was now hyper aware as your body tried to make up for your lack of sight.

“I’m back princess~ I hope you didn’t wait long. Oh and I see you’re in your place, you truly are daddy’s little girl, aren’t you?” Hange exclaimed as their voice was downright sinful and you shivered in your place wondering what they had in store for you.

Hange carried a full length mirror in both their hands and propped it a few feet away from you, they smirked once it was in the perfect position before stepping away to open their button-up shirt but not quite removing it fully, their nipples hardening from the cool air. Hange approached the bed and climbed onto it as they were now behind you, their hand trailing down your spine liking the way you shuddered from their unexpected touch, as they’d been silent before leading up to you.

“H-Hange” you breathed out in a quiet voice and Hange grabbed both of your hips as they inserted the dildo which was still strapped onto them into your dripping entrance and you moaned as your body was much more sensitive than before due to the blindfold.

Hange thrust into you and their hand slithered to your clit as they began to rub the bundle of nerves, while their other hand fondled your breast as their fingers rolled and pinched your nipple. They leaned in close to you and blew into your ear, making you shiver in the process, before gently nipping at the shell of your ear.

“Do you want to take off your blindfold, princess?” they whispered into your ear and you immediately nodded your head and they snickered lightly before moving to remove your blindfold, you squint your eyes at the sudden exposure to light, but as you surveyed your surroundings, your eyes widened seeing the very obvious mirror in front of you and flushed in embarrassment.

“I- Hange..what-“ you turned your head trying to look anywhere but in front as you were now heavily embarrassed with seeing your reflection in the mirror.

Hange gripped your chin and forced your head back to look at yourself in the mirror “You’re going to watch me as I fuck you like a slut, clear?” they breathed into your ear and tugged lightly on your earlobe with their teeth, you nodded and they praised you, before continuing to thrust into you as you watched yourself in the mirror.

You noted your tear-stained face, your face flushed in embarrassment as you focused your gaze to Hange who smirked as you met their light brown eyes.

“Enjoying the view princess~? ‘Cause I am” they teased and your face heated up and you stuttered trying to answer them but only moaned when they pound their hips continuously.

“Oh fuck, oh Hange, faster please” you begged as they moved their hips faster, moving their hands back to your hips as they pulled you back to hit deeper into you.

“Fuck, Y/N. You’re so tight for me” Hange groaned and once again grabbed both your wrists with their hand, bringing their other hand to trail up from your breast and wrapped around your neck, choking you lightly as Hange leaned in to lick along your spine and moved up to the back of your neck as you shivered in pleasure.

“Look at yourself, doll. Look at how good you look while I fuck you” Hange spoke and you looked into the mirror, face flushing from your position, your eyes shifting from you to Hange who’s eyes looked back at you from the mirror, their eyes darkened in lust and they pushed you forward as you fell on the bed

“Oh fuck Y/N, I can’t hold back anymore” they spoke hurriedly as they gripped your ass, ramming into you as you moaned loudly, their pace moving at breakneck speed and you were sure you were about to cum from your view in the mirror of Hange pounding into you as if you were just their little plaything.

“Ah! Fuck, oh god, fuck yes! Just like that, daddy!” you cried out as they moved impossibly faster, now leaning in close to you with their chest pressing into your back as they hugged your waist, rapidly thrusting in and out of you.

You moaned and screamed a mix of profanities and Hange’s name as they made you drown in the pleasure of being fucked like a ragdoll, as Hange showed no signs of stopping their rough treatment of your body.

After a while of being pounded into, having your guts rearranged, and being turned inside out, you started feeling light-headed and most likely dizzy from the pleasure as another familiar coil formed in your stomach.

“Ngh! Oh, fuck, Hange I’m gonna-“ you cried and they nipped at your skin, placing hickeys on your shoulder.

“Just hold out for a bit, baby” they muttered as they thrust into you a few times, with you crying out as you suddenly came as you arched your back feeling your orgasm hit you in waves, while Hange helped bring you down from your high and trailed kisses across your skin.

Once the waves died down, Hange took off the strap and put everything they used away, and came back to the bed as you and Hange now laid on the bed together with your head on their chest and their arm wrapped along your waist, the other one gently resting on your head as they whispered sweet nothings in your ear.

“Was I too rough on you darling?” they asked, voice laced with concern wondering if they may have gone a little too far.

“No, you were perfect. That..that was so hot” you stammered, a bit embarrassed from your words and with the scenes of Hange dominating you replayed in your mind. “I’m gonna have a hard time covering these hickeys” you chuckled lightly as Hange blushed a bit

“..I’m sorry, I may have gone a bit too far with them..but at least everyone will know you’re mine” they teased and laughed when your face slightly heated up before kissing you on your forehead, to your nose, and on your lips.

The two of you laid in comfortable silence as you rested your head on Hange’s chest, hearing the slow comforting beats of their heart. You were home.

You looked up at Hange and noticed they’d already fallen asleep, you smiled and snickered lightly seeing some drool on the corner of their mouth.

“Well, I was only ever yours to begin with” you spoke softly, readjusting your position as you fell asleep on them.

#snk #aot #snk fanfiction #aot fanfiction #snk x reader #aot x reader #hange zoe #hange zoe x reader #hange x reader #hey besties #im sorry #i ran out of tags #im traumatized #from this fanfic #i hate everything #enjoy

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whiskehorange · 4 years

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RZ Michael scenario where y/n is a nurse at Smith's. There's a lockdown & she's trapped in Michael's cell. Pls make it nsfw & hella fluffy. TY

Hell YEAH BABY. I got carried away im so sorry-

Michael

Today, of all days, why did it have to be the day that you traded your later lunch for an early lunch.

You had always managed to get the last lunch schedule; which happened to be close to two o’clock. At this point, you’d absolutely give anything to have the twelve o’clock lunch just once.

And that’s what you did. And hour or do before the the call for the twelve o’clock lunch sounded, you had asked the front nurse if there was an opening for at least one person at that lunch, or at least anyone willing to take her spot just for today in trade for the last lunch.

Flipping through the nurse charts, she picked out one file that was near the bottom.

“Joyce was moved for today down in corridor three for today, and we’ve been looking for someone to take her place for patient checkup today. For Myers. That’ll give you first call lunch.”

She pushed her glasses back up and looked at, awaiting a response.

You moved your head back slowly, a sigh of relief escaping your lips. You’d take it.

She handed you the key and went back to the routine click-clack of her keyboard after handing you the key to Myers cell.

Myers was a famous name around the lunch room and just about everywhere in the sanitarium, really. Most nurses commented on his chilling yet oddly attractive height, while other combatted them with hoe dangerous he was. One recalling how she was there when he snapped a guard’s leg for getting in his face.

Hey, all you had to do was check up on him, take his tray, and do a routine mattress inspection, there shouldn’t be anything to worry about.

His inspection was in a few minutes, so it wouldn’t hurt to do it now so that you could head to the cafeteria early.

Jingling the door keys, you make it to Michael’s cell. Stepping inside, your stomach dropped, only for a moment, however.

That was normal for you. It’s that unexpected pit of fear that you’d get entering anyones cell, but it never lasted that long, knowing that you’d be out of there in a flash anyways and guards were at the end of each hallway.

“Hi Michael. I’m you’re nurse for today, Joyce was moved to another corridor just for today.”

You’re voice was cheery, something that a lot of your other regulars enjoyed and got you patients who respected and acted well. Michael, however, didn’t say anything.

You close the door behind you, setting the keys in your skirt pocket.

“This should only take a few minutes. Now if you could stand up for me and move to the side, that would be great, please?”

Michael, sat at his desk, didn’t move at first, but eventually stood up. He was much taller than you’d expected, he towered over your small form. He moved to the side as you walked over to his desk, taking the tray from breakfast.

You set it on the little shelf under his door window for you to take when you left. There wasn’t too much room to move, considering there was enough for a desk, the bed, him, and maybe a nurse. his walls were covered with what looked like paper-mâché masks. He himself had an orange one on. Either way, the masks took a little more space from the room to walk.

You smiled up at him, tilting your head slightly, “I like your mask. Orange is my favorite color.” Once again, there was no answer, but that was common with some patients.

Turning back around, you stand at the foot of his bed, “I’m now going to do a mattress check, then I’ll be out of your way.

Lifting up each corner and running your hands across the sides and tops of the mattress you found nothing, expect a small paintbrush tucked in between the wall and the bed.

It wasn’t carved for a pointed end or anything like other patients would have, but it was mandatory that you should take it anyways. It could have been “hidden with the intent to harm someone or oneself.” But come on, it was a paintbrush, and Michael seems to actually use it for something else, he probably didn’t know it was there.

You felt eyes narrow in on you, the feeling was overwhelming. Almost scary.

You turned and held it out to Michael.

“I know I should take it, but I doubt you where going to use it. If you were you’d have it on you. Go on, this’ll be our little secret. I’d hate for you to not be able to make anymore masks.” You cheerfully offered

Michael’s hand slowly took the brush out of your hands and held it, remaining eye contact the entire time.

“Thank you for being cooperative, Michael. Hopefully I can be your nurse again another-”

Your sentence was cut off by a loud ringing that echoed off of the empty halls. It was the lockdown alarm. Normally they tell the nurses when a routine drill is happening but you didn’t get one... which.. meant that there was... an actual emergency

“Michael, if you could step back into the corner for me that would be amazing,” you said, but much more serious. The smile fading off of your face .

You slowly turned back to the door to open it before the automatic locks kicked in to not raise suspicion, but inside your heart was practically pounding at the door already.

You grabbed the door handle and pulled as hard as you could, expecting it to open for you. You were a nurse of course, you didn’t have to be locked in here.

The door didn’t budge.

It was locked. With you inside.

Stepping back, you bump into something firm. Gulping, you slowly turn to see Michael standing directly behind you.

You’d expect someone in this sort of place to think about how they’d kill you. Maybe he was going to use that brush and plunge it into your eye. But it was quite the contrary.

Michael appreciated your kindness, you had a likable spunk to you that the rest of the nurses just didn’t have. Maybe because they were dealing with mentally insane people all day, but at least you were a nice light in this place.

You looked to... innocent. For a place like this, at least. Micheal was still a man, after all. You looked very pleasing to his needs.

“M...ichael?”

By the look in his eyes you could tell he was thinking of something. You didn’t know what, but it couldn’t be something good.

Michael took a small step forward, making you step back. The another, and another, until the top of your legs touched the edge of his desk.

He had never wanted or desired to do this to a nurse, or anyone since he had gotten here, but you looked so pleasing to him. Delicious isn’t the right word for someone as twisted as him, but he just knew that he wanted you and that he was going to have you.

The guards would have all been down attending to another situation, so it was only you and Michael in the cell.

He reached down, moving a piece of your hair to the side of your worried face as another hand hiked up your skirt. The hand that had moved the hair was ready to quiet your screams, but instead you only blushed madly, looking to the side in embarrassment.

Pulling your underwear off, he lifted you up onto the desk with ease to match his height. Tugging at the small belt on his pants, he shoved them off and out of the way.

Your mind raced as you thought of how wrong this was, hoe you should be screaming for help and fighting back, but instead you eagerly scooted to the edge of the table. Closer to him.

The gasp that escaped your lips as his length was pushed into you was a mix of pain and confusion. You had a small feeling he would be big, but not this big. You clenched your legs together in an attempt to get comfortable with him, but he pushed them back open.

Your mouth was agape. Michael’s hand reach up and grabbed your face, pulling your face to his as another pulled you closer to him. Bringing you forward onto his entire length. The twitched of your eyelids and legs were enough for Michael to stay hard.

Leaning his forehead against yours, your face still in his hand, he began to thrust himself into you slowly, but picked up the pace the moment he could adjust to your small form.

Your body was limp for a moment, the only way to stay in this position was to wrap your arms around Michael neck, which you did. At this rate, there was no getting used to Michael’s length, but you couldn’t deny that this was better than anything you’ve ever had before.

The wailing of the alarm was loud enough to drown of your own moaning. With each hard thrust came an equally powerful moan. Michael gripped your hips with both hands as you set your back against the wall. There was nothing to hold onto but the desk itself that was leaving scratch marks on the painting brick.

Your legs quivered with need as his cock continued to ravage your insides for what seemed like hours. You had already came but there was no use in attempting to speak. It’s not like your overstimulated body would be capable of producing words.

One of Michael’s hands ripped open your blouse, gripping your breast as he pushed his head onto your neck. Your hand running through his hair as he did so.

He was close, very close. As tight as you were he wondered how he had lasted so long, but it wouldn’t be too much longer. The clapping of his skin against your sped up as he did everything to push himself over.

You cried out his name as his final thrust buried himself deep inside you, spilling every last drop of his seed. His nails made cuts into your hips and ass while he firm grip left purple bruises.

As he pulled out you went limp against the wall, attempting to think about what to do next. The alarm had gone off about 30 seconds ago and the guards would be doing their rounds to make sure nobody else was causing trouble.

You stumbled off of the desk, pulling up your panties and up your skirt. Your legs were still shaking, you doubted you’d be able to walk in the heels you came in with.

Michael had already pulled up his pants and stood in front of the door so that nobody would see you as you bashfully buttoned up your blouse. Your hands were pretty shaky too, struggling to get the buttons in the correct slot. Michael bent down and buttoned the last three for you.

You head heavy footsteps approaching the end of the hallway as a guard could be heard lock checking each door. Panic spread throughout your body at you fixed your hair and wiped the tears off of your cheeks. Even attempting to control your shaking.

Michael brushed the hair out of your face once again and fixed himself, standing behind you as the guard looked through Michael’s cell window.

“What the- where you in here this whole time?”

You nodded. Michael’s hidden hand rested inside the top of your pants, making you blush madly once again.

“Did he touch you?”

You shook your head, “No, sir.”

#michael myer x reader #halloween 2007 #slasher x reader

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rein-ette · 3 years

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for @needcake's request, 5 times Engport died and one time they saved each other.

III.

Portugal finds him in the attic. The ceiling of the inn is heavily slanted, and through the drawn curtain hardly any light comes through. The room is musty and damp and smelled of — of rot, of festering wounds, of things falling apart.

England himself is still.

No one had bandaged his wounds, so lying on the bed infested with all manner of pests his body was a rich tapestry of reds and browns and mottled grey. Sickness cradled his spectral figure in its wings, perched on the headboard as it tore into its meal with abandon. For a moment, Portugal thought England was already dead.

Then he coughed, eyelashes fluttering weakly. Gabriel, he mouthed, voice long consumed by the illness — by the war, damn those things — that ravaged his body. Portugal saw the question in his eyes, anyways. Why are you here?

"To take you home," he murmured, brushing his knuckles over one bare cheekbone, rising from his pale skin like the spine of a great beast. "Did you think I could not find you? That I would not come for you?"

England only gazes at him. In the desolate landscape of his face, only his eyes remain a fevered green, too bright. Two jewels, set in clay.

He does not — cannot — protest when Portugal wraps his body in cloth, cradling his frail figure against his chest. Does not protest when Portugal carries him down the stairs, does not protest when he's forced onto the horse and Portugal rests his forehead against his and murmurs. It's not far. Hold on to me.

He does not protest, but oh — oh, how Portugal wishes he had.

England is dead now. Lying on a soft bed, cradled by linen and silk and velvet canopies, he's hidden away like some stolen treasure — an antique sword, a broken childhood doll — stashed in an opulent corner between Lisbon and the sea. This far away from his isles, the sun finally warms his skin, but his eyes are fixed and dark.

Portugal guards his corpse and regrets.

IV.

Tomás was — to say the least — confused.

He began getting a little disoriented when the first Dutch cannon struck their ship, and when the Dutch themselves boarded he was kind of lost — but to be confused in the chaos of battle was normal. Fights with the Dutch were normal. Even losing was pretty normal; their captain may fight like the undead, but the crew was only human, and they had been caught alone without escort.

At least, their captain had fought like the undead, until a tall Dutch sailor put a sword through his belly and a shot in his shoulder. Then he’d really just been dead.

That was when Tomás’ confusion really started. Because after killing their captain, the Dutch soldier had simply waved a hand and left, soldiers straggling behind as they made their way back to their own ship. The cannons fell silent moments later, and Tomás own battered comrades hadn’t tried to pursue. Watching their enemy’s flags disappear into the distance, Tomás had helped drag their barely conscious captain below deck as he pondered over this strange occurrence: in the middle of a war, a Dutch warship had just caught them, trounced them, and simply let them go.

But that had not been all. For just as he was leaving the sick bay, an officer had grabbed him in the hall and rasped, “Tell the navigator to set course for Dover.” Wide-eyed, Tomás had only managed to squeak out an affirmative before he’d been released, leaving him standing there with a bloody cloth with one hand and absolutely no clue why they were about to head into enemy territory after they had, uh, just been utterly destroyed by their enemy.

Still, Tomás had done his job and relayed the message, expecting that to be the end of the madness. He was only a rigger, he reasoned — if he just followed orders surely everything would straighten themselves out with time.

He was wrong. Now, a week later, Tomás still understood nothing. He had orders to find one Sir Kirkland, Lord of Canterbury, but he had no idea if he’s found the right one. When he’d asked the first mate what this Lord Kirkland looked like, the first mate had only shrugged and said, “Never met ‘im. Probably a geezer, since he’s a lord.”

Yet this young man standing in the doorway in front of Tomas, claiming to be Lord Kirkland, could not have been older than twenty.

“Are you or are you not one of Gabriel’s men?” The man demanded impatiently. His Portuguese was heavily accented, but clear.

“Yes. Yes sir.”

“And? What does the bastard want with me?”

“He’s dead, sir. My first mate asked me to come get you. Sir.”

The young man — Lord Kirkland — raised his eyebrows. His gaze seemed to skewer Tomás right through his skull. “Dead.” He repeated. Tomás nodded hesitantly. Lord Kirkland muttered something in his own language under his breath, then rolled his eyes and said, “Fine.” Fine? “Joseph!” He barked to someone in the interior of the manse. “Get this man a horse and ready the carriage. And call the doctor, for god’s sake, Gabriel’s gone and gotten himself killed again.” He whirled around and pinned Tomás with another look. “What’s your name?”

“Tomás Santiago, sir.”

“Thanks for your hard work, Santiago. After we put your captain back together, I’ll tell him to give you a bonus.”

Tomas stared. Put him back together? Bonus? Wasn’t the captain dead?

But this Lord Kirkland guy was still look at him expectantly, so he stuttered out a “Yes, sir” again and thanked him.

A few minutes later, Tomás left on a fine horse more confused than ever.

Notes

Scene 3 is set during the English Civil War (1642–1651). Portugal brings him to the Ribeira Palace, which used to be where the Praça do Comércio is now situated.

Scene 4 is during the Dutch-Portuguese wars. But it’s pretty much crack, so there’s really no need to say more.

#engport #hws portugal #hws england #fic #i'm just gonna post this bc i have a crippling anxiety about not posting for a while even tho literally no one cares #maybe this is product of me living by deadlines #part 4 coming soon hopefully if my brain cooperates

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drwcn · 3 years

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Hi! I hope you are doing okay with all the discourse going around. Im white and raised in a very white society so i will never have a say in it, but i was wondering, is there any way i can educate myself more in asian/chinese culture? Im aware i consume content thru western lens and because of that i dont really get all the nuances of the shows, but i would like to have at least some backround. Im guessing just watching the shows doesnt give enough of that, can you maybe reccommend some blogs or books to check out? (If you dont thats totally fine and im sorry if i said anything offensive)

Hey friend! Not offensive at all, no worries. Honestly, I’m not too sure. I think just keeping an open mind about things is a really good start. I’m not really sure which blogs to recommend but if I could recommend some dramas? Since it’s probably easier to watch a show then read a book?

《The Story of Minglan》 is a good one to sort of parse out the intricacy of historical Chinese society in the Song Dynasty, keeping in mind that different dynasties have different practices, so even amongst different time periods there were differences. 《The Story of Yanxi Palace》 is another good one for Qing Dynasty (circa 1740s) if you wanna get into imperial harem stuff. (Or you can watch 《甄嬛传》 or 《如懿传》 for harem stuff. I just think The Story of Yanxi Palace is the most palatable, most aesthetic, and most fun out of the three. The other two are kinda tragic?) There are other dramas but I feel they’re not as... accessible?

Chinese historical dramas come in 3 flavours: serious dramas, idol dramas, and those that ride the fence. What I mean by idol drama is...everyone in it is young and hot and the writing is eh and the acting is eh. More often then not there’s a lot of modern elements to it. The Untamed is so popular because it’s idol drama done really well. (xianxia and wuxia genre used to be more quality when I was a kid, but now they’re kind of ehhhh.) I would say Minglan and Yanxi are both successful because they ride the fence.

On the other hand, serious historical drama has A LOT of politics and can be quite dry especially if you’re watching it through half-assed subtitles. The actors typically are more seasoned, older. People jokingly say that idol drama is what mom watches and serious drama is what dad watches, and honestly given my parents’ tv habits...it’s pretty accurate 😂.

Some really well known ones from the past 20 years are:

The 《铁齿铜牙纪晓岚》 series 1-4. I would only recommend part 1-2, 3-4 are not as great. This one has quite a bit of humour but it might fly over your head a bit because of the language barrier. The story surrounds a well known government official and scholar named Ji Xiaolan 纪晓岚, his frenemy and colleague the (EXTREMELY corrupt) prime minister He Shen, and the Emperor Qianlong. For better or worse these three are depicted as both liege and subjects as well as friends. Trying to see Ji Xiaolan and He Shen one up each other while Qianlong tries to balance his court and rule the country is quite interesting. I won’t pretend this is an easy series to follow, but it’s actually quite fun.

《汉武大帝》 - is about Hanwu Emperor of the Han Dynasty circa 150 BC? He’s one of the most famous emperors of distant history. It’s basically about the course of his life and the many people that featured in it.

《大明王朝》- my memories of this one is very vague, but it is about the Ming Dynasty (the dynasty before the Qing Dynasty c. 1500,1600.)

《The Advisors Alliance 军事联盟》- 2017 two-part television series based on the life of Sima Yi, a government official and military general who lived in the late Eastern Han dynasty and Three Kingdoms period of China. circa 150 AD.

As a side note, a lot of serious dramas for a while now have been focused on the Qing Dynasty, just because it’s the last imperial dynasty before Imperial China fell into decline, WWI and WWII ravaged the country and communism happened. Even a lot of idol drama are about the Qing Dynasty (I feel like I should do a post about this, just to string things together haha).

So for the Qing Dynasty, because they are Manchurian, their last name is Aisin Gioro or in Chinese Aixin Jueluo 爱新觉罗. Their earlier emperors are much more well known than their later ones and have been the focus of MANY dramas. (You’ll notice their names in the beginning spell very different than the Chinese names you’re used to, but once they take over China, the emperors’ names start to become more and more mainland Chinese and less and less Manchurian.)

Nu’er Hachi 努尔哈赤/ Nurhaci - The granddaddy of Qing Dynasty, but was never officially Emperor of China during his life time.

Huang Taiji 皇太极 - Nurhaci’s oldest son. He led the campaign against the Ming Dynasty but died before the campaign was over

Fulin 福林, Emperor Shunzhi 顺治 - Huang Taiji’s 9th son. He is the real first Emperor of the Qing Dynasty. His uncle Duo’Ergun 多尔衮/ Dorgon was his regent as well as his commander-in-chief. Dorgon was the one who won the war against the Ming Dynasty and instated his nephew as the Emperor. Fulin was 6 years old when this happened, and now you may wonder why the fuck is that? It’s because Fulin’s mother, Huang Taijii’s widowed concubine Consort Zhuang (name: pu’erji-jite bumubutai (pinyin) 博爾濟吉特布木布泰/ Bumbutai Borjigit, Da-Yu’er 大玉儿) remarried her brother-in-law Dorgon. Whether Bumbutai and Dorgon were actually in love is....contestable. Certainly one of my favourite serious dramas that depict this part of history is《大青风云》.

Xuanye 玄燁, Emperor Kangxi 康熙 - Fulin’s third son. Very famous. Very long reign. Serious drama associated 《康熙微服私访记》，《康熙王朝》

Yinzhen 胤禛, Emperor Yongzheng 雍正 - Xuanye's 4th son. His reign was highly contested because some ppl believed he forged the succession document. It’s probably not true. He was an efficient emperor but very austere, very severe. Not well liked. The best serious drama about him is probably 《雍正王朝》and the aforementioned《甄嬛传》. The former is 100% politics and a fictional re-telling of historical events whereas the latter is 100% harem drama and 100% made up. 《步步惊心》is an idol drama about a girl who transmigrated back to this time and fell in love with Yinzhen. Lol.

Hongli 弘历, Emperor Qianlong 乾隆 - Yinzhen’s 4th son. I think he’s the longest living/reigning emperor of Chinese history. SOOOOO many dramas were made about him or set in his reign. Of the serious drama category: 《铁齿铜牙纪晓岚》 that I mentioned earlier is really good. There are others but I won’t name them here. 《如懿传》 is a serious drama about his harem, but really terrible? I really didn’t like it (just my personal view). Incidentally it was released around the same time as《The Story of Yanxi Palace 延禧攻略》which is also about his harem and MUCH better in my opinion, because the actor for Hongli in Yanxi is much better skills-wise. 《还珠格格》was the OG idol drama about Hongli’s children. I gave a brief synopsis about it here. It was made in the 90s but damn...so nostalgic.

There’s many more emperors after him, but they’re not as important.

Okay yeah, so I’m not sure if any of this is really helpful, but definitely watching serious drama gives you much better context and understanding of Chinese culture than idol drama. I mean when the drama has flying and magic...the historical relevance sort of falls to the side. 🤣

ADDENDUM: I made a typo earlier. Fulin is Huang Taiji’s 9th son, not Nurhaci’s son. Also Abahai is Huang Taijii’s mother’s name (wikipedia lied to me on this one XD).

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gallickingun · 4 years

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hiii im in love with your writing!! and i surprisingly fell hard for that little oneshot of kirishima arriving home and just snuggling SO i thought it was the most adorable thing. i was wondering if you could write another wholesome sweet moment, perhaps during an afterglow or during pregnancy or just another snuggle i dunno jaj sorry if it's not from a prompt list i couldnt find one PLEASE AND THANK YOU YOURE AWESOME BYE

a/n: omg thank you SO MUCH YOU ARE SO SWEET!!!!! i love love love kiri, and i love making him soft. he deserves a sweet lil SO who will love him and hold him tight! here we go!! 💕

ps, you got a pregnancy afterglow!!! hope that made you doubly happy! spicy, so below the cut!!

pps, we have.... daddy kiri here. in BOTH senses of the word. hope that’s cool with you!

“That okay?” Kiri asks, hands gentle around your waist as he shifts you on the mattress. His fingertips brush the slight swell of your belly, thumb finding your navel as his eyes wash over your full figure.

You nod, biting your lip as you gaze up at him. Really you want to beg him to go faster, your hands in his hair and his name on your lips, but you can’t help to keep yourself quiet when you see the way he’s looking down on you in pure adoration.

Kirishima’s mouth brushes over the highest part of your stomach, dragging his tongue and teeth up your sternum until he connects to the upward curve of your chest. He smirks up at you, “These are nice.”

“Kiri!”

“What?!”

You giggle, shaking your head as your hands drift into his hair, threading through the bright crimson strands. You tug a little to guide his mouth down to your chest and he takes the hint pretty quickly. He licks over your skin, bringing goosebumps to the surface as the air conditioning hits you from above.

“Gonna start movin’, ‘kay?” Kirishima mutters, teeth catching your nipple. You whine and whimper, trying to force your head to nod up and down. He must understand because he starts rolling his hips forward again, using your gathered slick to slide into you easily.

It’s not hard for him to work you over the edge, not at this point. He’s had you going for a little while now, sweat sticking to your temples and lower back from the effort. The tinge of red on his cheeks reminds you of the amount of effort he puts into loving you.

Kirishima pulls away from your chest with a pop, lips bright red as he meets your mouth in a kiss. One of his hands rests in your hair, the other drifting around your torso, indecisive in his desire to touch your belly or support your back. His tongue presses into the seam of your lips and you part for him willingly, keening into him.

“Shit, sweetheart, you feel good,” Kiri murmurs into your mouth, the stroke of his cock within you turning your head away in pleasure. You whine, jaw dropping to let your panting gasps fall free from your tongue.

Kiri takes advantage of your wanton state, mouth ravaging your throat. The sharp ends of his teeth make quick work of your thin skin, nipping until you’re crying out and then soothing with his tongue and lips afterward. It’s like he lights you on fire only to then calm the flame.

You palm over his back and shoulders, the rippling muscle underneath your fingertips doing little to quell the wetness gathering between your thighs, distributed as he ruts into you. Kirishima has sucked at least three hickeys into the curve of your neck but you have little mind to care. You’re overwhelmed by him; the scent that fills the room, the heat that radiates from his body, the calloused pads of his fingers.

“C’mon, baby girl, tighten up for me.” Kiri’s hand in your hair tightens, yanking at the base of your head. He smirks, that confident persona he puts on once the clothes come off becoming much more evident the longer his cock is in you.

You nod in acknowledgement before focusing as much as you can on clenching yourself around him. Kiri nods, chewing on his lower lip as he loiters above you, thumb traveling down the expanse of your thigh to eventually find your clit.

"Such a good girl," Kirishima kisses the top of your knee, using his thigh to prop you up, "You always come so good for me, yeah? So pretty."

You're a blubbering mess, words unable to form on your lips, catching on your teeth like a net. You push them out anyway because you think Kiri loves to get you flustered; the smirk on his face and the tensing of his shoulders only does more to confirm your suspicions, so you continue.

He twists so he can get your leg over his shoulder, penetrating you at a whole new angle. You cry out at the first thrust but your cheek is pressed into the pillow so it's muffled.

Kirishima chuckles, "You like moanin' for me, baby?"

"Y-Yes, Kir-"

He tuts his tongue against his teeth, mouth scraping over your knee cap, "What was that?"

It's a warning, a promise that there will be repercussions if you don't follow his lead.

You turn, blinking wide eyes up at him in an attempt to have him forgive you, "Yes daddy."

"Good girl."

Your hand wanders around in midair, something you can't see, in search of him to help him ground you, to anchor you to this world before your spirit flies too far away. He slips his knuckles between yours, effectively grounding you. His mouth pressed to each of your fingers, soothing the nonexistent pain of your bones.

"Tell me what you want, pretty girl," Kirishima mutters. You can barely hear him over the mixture of panting and blood pumping in your ears. You let out a wanton cry, eyes screwing shut as he drills into you mercilessly, hips slamming into you, surely leaving bruises.

You gulp, your throat sticky from whining into the open air, "Please, I-I want your come. I want you to come in me!"

He chuckles and the deep baritone sound rolls like a wave, the vibrato of his chest making you shiver. You only wish he were talking in your ear instead of so far away.

"I already gave you a baby, sweetheart, what else do you need my come for?" Kirishima snaps his hips particularly fast and you feel your cervix cry out from within you, a jolt forcing its way up your spine.

You whine once you realize what he's said, tears beginning to pin prick the corners of your eyes, "B-But, I-I wan'it."

"Yeah?"

He's mocking you, you know it. His tone is too patronizing, the glimmer in his eyes sarcastic. You pout, squeezing his hand, "Please, daddy. Please. Want you to co-come in me."

Kirishima has his thumb circling your clit, hardening the tip of his finger just enough to give you added friction. You grind your hips upward, chasing the high that will have you crying out his name and stuttering for moments after.

His free hand wraps around your neck from behind, pulling you forward so he can kiss you on the mouth, "Such a good girl," the words are mumbled into your lips, muffled and distorted by the skin, "takin' me like the perfect little slut you are, huh?"

You whine into his mouth, palming at his back as you buck along with him, but he's got you producing waves of slick already. Your eyes roll back in your head as he continues fucking you through the crescendo, his own release building and begging in the form of his cock twitching within your dense muscular center.

"Please daddy, please," you know your irises are swallowed by your pupils, eyes blown wide with serotonin. You whimper, sifting your fingers through his hair before digging your nails into the tops of his shoulders, "Wanna make you come, wanna make you feel good, please."

Kiri pushes both of your knees back so he can butterfly you open, your thighs pressing into your chest as he ruts into you sloppily. You can tell by his rhythm that he's nearing the edge of his resolve, his mouth twisted and his nose scrunched at the center.

Your begging for him pushes him over, beckoning a wave of pleasure for him to ride just as steady as he's riding you. Kirishima's hips stutter and his cock twitches from base to tip and you can't help the moan that parts your lips.

After he's come down from the aftershocks, Kiri nuzzles his face into your neck, tugging your legs just enough to help you lay flat on the mattress. He kisses your cheek, "Such a trooper, sweetheart."

"Worth it," you giggle as he blows raspberries against your throat.

His mouth trails, pert blushed lips tickling your body, from your collarbones to your belly. He laughs once he gets to your navel, his voice soft as he speaks, "Not givin' mama a hard time, are ya'?"

Your heart warms at the sight of Kirishima mumbling to your unborn child, his fingertips tracing patterns and names over the stretched skin. He never fails to make you feel beautiful and important, especially not now. Kiri is always telling you how amazing you look, even if it's in a pair of sweatpants and one of his tee shirts.

"You’re so perfect, you know that?” Kiri kisses the top of your belly before pushing himself closer to your face. He’s smiling as he kisses you gently, much in contrast to the past couple of hours you’ve spent between the sheets. He doesn’t mind, though, not right now when your hormones are raging and you want every bit of him that he has to offer.

Kirishima kisses your cheek before pulling away, tugging you close so you can curl up into him, “I don’t know who I had to bribe in another life to get lucky with someone like you, but thank goodness I did it.”

You lay your palms flat against his chest, the muscles of his pectorals flexing under your touch. A smile tugs on the corners of your lips, but overall your body is tired and slow to move. He notices, dipping his head down so he can kiss your forehead and temple.

“You’re gonna be such a good momma,” Kirishima murmurs against your cheek, voice a low rumble in his chest. “I can’t wait to put another baby in you, keep you full all the time, yeah?”

If you were being honest, you’d have as many children as Kiri wants you to have, so long as he’s willing and ready to help you take care of them. And you know he will; Kirishima has been fawning over being a dad since the day you got married a couple of months ago. You’d been together for too long for him not to know with his whole heart that you were to be the mother of his children.

Even so, you scrunch your nose and swat him away, “I’d need a break sometime, you goof.”

“There’s my girl,” he’s peppering kisses over your cheeks now, giggles passed between the two of you at the action, “I can’t wait to meet them. I hope they’re just like you.”

“Kiri,” you whine.

Another bout of laughter escapes his lips, the vibrations in his chest making you feel whole somehow. You never believed any of those sappy romance stories before Kiri; everyone else had played with your heart - toying with it like it was some sort of thing detached from you as a person. He had been the first to throw himself at you and be truly vulnerable, the kindest person you’d ever met.

“What?!” He has you caged into his body now, knees on either side of your waist and elbows by your shoulders. In every sense of the word, you should feel panicked, frightened by the proximity and your inability to escape it. However, the only things flooding through your system are comfort and safety.

Your hands float to meet his cheeks, thumbs brushing over the tops of his cheekbones, “I hope they have your heart. You have such a rare one.”

A blush paints over his cheeks, starting at the neck and making its way skyward. You smile at him, the hormones making a raging comeback as tears fill your vision, “I am such a lucky woman, a lucky wife. You’re going to be a wonderful father.”

Kirishima tucks his face into your neck, careful not to let his hips hover too close to your belly. You feel the wetness of tears on your neck so you drift one hand into his hair, soothing his scalp with your nails. His mouth presses openly to the column of your throat, nudging his nose over your jugular. You smile at the warmth that spreads throughout your body as he curls closer around your, tightening his grip.

“You’re amazing, Kiri,” you murmur into the darkness of the bedroom, “I love you.”

He kisses the juncture of your jaw and neck, “I love you too, sweetheart.”

The next few moments are spent in silence, hands finding different patches of warm skin and mouths touching over bones and muscle. His fingertips roam over your belly, hushed words whispered as he brushes his nose over your rib cage. You are sure to echo the same amount of kindness in return, your nails mapping out the dips of his muscles and your mouth littering kisses over the top of his head, planting seeds of kindness like flowers in a garden.

“Wanna take a shower?” Kiri asks after a particular lull in conversation.

You scrape your fingertips over his back, a shudder running down his shoulders at the motion. A hum from you tells him that you’re in agreement, so he shifts away from you, standing to his full height beside the bed. Kiri holds you by the hand, but you tuck your legs into yourself as a shiver racks your body.

“S’cold, Kiri,” you whine, pouting in hopes that he’ll pick you up like he always does.

The redhead chuckles before tucking his arms underneath your shoulders and knees, plucking you from the bed and cradling your body into his chest. You rest your head on his collarbone, nuzzling your nose into his pectoral, “You’re so warm, honey.”

Kirishima kisses the top of your head, turning his body as he walks through the bathroom doors. He sets you down on the counter, your legs swinging slightly while he starts up the shower. The mirror fogs at the top from the heat and you feel a little dizzy from the sudden amount of steam.

You blink when he comes to stand between your legs, hands brushing over your ribs and down over the growing swell of your belly. He’s smiling, a genuine grin that you can’t help but mimic. Kiri leans forward to kiss you on the mouth, hands palming at you to keep you close. He is slow but deliberate, melding his lips to the shape of yours, gently tugging you toward him.

He hums, disconnecting just enough to press warm kisses from the corner of your mouth to your ear. A sigh from his lips makes you shiver, your hands instinctively threading into his hair. Kirishima kisses the juncture of your jaw before pulling away, “Ready?”

You nod and he helps you down from the counter, holding your hand as you step into the shower. Kirishima is quick to pick up your shampoo from the corner shelf, lathering it in his hands while you dampen your hair. His hands are gentle, smooth, much in contrast to his quirk’s abilities. He slides his fingertips through your hair, building up the bubbles as he works the soap into every inch of your hair.

A gasp parts your lips when you feel him press up against you, his torso completely parallel with yours. Kirishima kisses your shoulder, hands slipping down over your body, settling at your hips. He chuckles, “Relax, angel, you’re so tense.”

Kiri’s hands continue to map out the planes of your body, soap trails in his wake. The water from the shower washes over your body, erasing the evidence of his touch. Kirishima helps you to wash the soap out of your hair, turning your body so you’re facing him now. He dips his head under the water to kiss you on the lips, hands still massaging in your hair to relieve it from shampoo and suds.

“You’re so pretty,” Kiri murmurs against your lips. He tugs you forward, rolling his hips up into you, “God, you’re so beautiful, I’m so glad that you’re mine.”

Your hands find his shoulders and you pull away so you can look up at him, stars in your eyes. Just as always, the truth in his gaze - the reality that he really does love you with his whole heart - turns your insides into hot lava, warmth licking at your ribs the longer you stand in front of him. You smile, leaning into him so your bodies are entangled.

You’re not sure when it happened, when you truly became one. But now, you’re satisfied with the idea that you can’t truly tell where you end and he begins.

And you wouldn’t change a thing.

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kenganparadise · 4 years

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hey hey again :) im back for some general nsfw hcs for kure raian, gaolang, kanoh agito, andddd saw paing. how they are in bed, what positions like, aftercare,,,the works !! i hope this will be good practice 💕

Thank you for requesting! I hope you enjoy!!☺️

Also I’d really appreciate some feedback on my writing. I just want to know what everyone thinks and if I could get some constructive criticism! Also I kinda wanna write an Agito pegging scnario, lemme know if anyone what’s it 😫

WARNING! NSFW under the cut!

Raian-

• He’s rough. So very rough. Sex and fighting are in the same vein for him. Though he’s not as experienced in the bedroom as he is in the battlefield.

• He’s super loud too, he’d moan, groan, scream, but he’d mostly say dirty, nasty things in his partner’s ear.

• Pretty much every member of the Kure clan has a breeding kink, Raian is no exception. Once he gets really into it a lot of his dirty talk has to do with impregnating his S/O and filling them up with his cum.

• The though of his S/O’s belly swollen with his child makes him so very excited. He definitely lets his S/O know this as well.

• Raian can never be on bottom, it makes him so uncomfortable, he likes being in control and dominating everything he does. If his S/O wants dominate him then Raian has to trust them completely. If Raian and his S/O have been together a very long time and he loves and trusts them, he might consider it.

• Rarely ever goes down on his S/O, he only does it for anniversaries or after a really bad fight and he want to apologize. He’s extremely messy when eating out his partner, he’ll spit and grunt into his S/O and he won’t stop till his entire face is covered in juices and it’s dripping off his chin.

• Surprisingly Raian can be gentle, it’s very very rare though. He loves his S/O, there are moments were he can’t help but be soft with them. For example, let’s say his S/O gets badly injured, after they’ve healed for a while, Raian will be extra gentle with his partner. Not too gentle, but more gentle than usual.

• Another instance where Raian will be gentle is if he succeeds in impregnating his S/O, he’ll be extra soft, he doesn’t want to hurt his baby.

• Raian isn’t good at aftercare. He just doesn’t know what to do, he’ll normally just fall asleep right after sex. He’ll normally just pull his S/O into his arms and doze off, he doesn’t really care if his S/O needs to clean up.

• He’ll usually wake before his S/O in nights like these. He usually leaves a lot of bruises, bite marks, and marks all over his S/O. This is another moment where gentle Raian comes out, he’ll run his fingers softly over his partner’s injuries, a part of him feels bad. He’ll do this until they wake up. If they try to tease him about it he’ll deny doing anything.

Gaolang-

• Gaolang is a very gentle lover. He enjoys making Sweet gentle love with his beloved S/O. He has a pretty low sex drive, but making love with Gaolang is a whole performance, he’ll break out the candles, rose petals, soft music, and massage oils. He wants it to be perfect.

• He wants every time he has intercourse with his S/O to be memorable and important, he tries to outdo himself every time.

• Gaolang doesn’t sleep with just anyone, it takes a lot of love, time, and trust for him to even consider having sex with a person.

• Gaolang is almost silent during intercourse, save for some pants and breathy moans. He lets his hairs down as well, he looks very pretty.

• He always makes sure his S/O finishes before him, he’ll even edge himself. He always puts his lover first. He wants to show his partner how much he loves them physically, so lots and lots of body worship.

• Because Gaolang is quite inexperienced, he’s awkwardly asked King Rama for some advice. And oh boy Rama has Delivered. King Rama has given him expensive toys, Lubricant and different tips and tricks. Gaolang is quite shy about these things so he just kinda hides them away. too embarrassed to try them on his partner and himself but also doesn’t want to throw them away, so they stay in the bottom of a drawer collecting dust.

• that is until his partner, of course, stumbles across his small collection of sex toys and questions him on it. Gaolang’s face is probably the most red it’s ever been as he stumbles over his words trying to explain himself.

• For Gaolang’s first anaversary with his beloved, King Rama gifted the couple with a copy of the Kama Sutra.

• Aftercare with Gaolang is very important. He needs to know if they’re okay, if he wasn’t too rough, or if they enjoyed themselves and are satisfied. If they need to, he’ll run a nice warm bath. Afterwards, He wants to hold his lover in his arms and kiss their lips goodnight, then sleep with them in his arms.

Agito-

• Agito is very inexperienced, but with his S/O’s guidance he’d be one of the best lovers. He’s a blank canvas and He’s eager and excited to learn how satisfy his partner and himself.

• Just like Gaolang, it takes a lot of love, time, and trust to sleep with Agito, he needs to love and trust someone completely before having sex with them.

• Agito is a switch, he enjoys both dominating and being dominated. It all depends on his partner and his mood. He’d want to try out a lot of kinks and positions, he doesn’t quite know what he enjoys yet but with his S/O guidance he’s eager to learn.

• Agito likes bing called good boy and bad boy, he’ll misbehave on purpose just to get punished. he loves being praised by his S/O, complementing him or even just praising him will drive him wild.

• he doesn’t make too much noise. He’ll just grunt and pant and say his S/O’s name. He only really makes some noise if he being too overstimulated or when he cums after being edged for a painfully long time.

• Agito would be into some bondage. He loves leather, latex, rubber, and different kind of fetish outfits, on both himself and his S/O. He’d put on a fashion show for his S/O, especially when he’s in the mood to be the center of attention.

• Agito enjoys using toys, on both himself and his lover. Vibrators, dildos, massagers, beads, he wants to try everything.

• Agito would let himself get pegged. In fact he’d probably be the one to suggest it. This is another way to make Agito make some beautiful noises. He gets really embarrassed and he’ll try to muffle his sounds in the pillows. when getting pegged Agito will tear up and blush hard. It’s feels too good, of course he’ll want it again.

• if his Formless style come out, he gets very rough and he’d dominate his S/O hard. He’d pin their arms above their head and thrust relentlessly into them. This is one of the few times where Agito gets really rough. He’d never do anything to harm his S/O, but they won’t be walking for a few days.

• Another time Agito would get rough is before and after matches. There’s just so much tension built up, if his S/O show just a little too much skin or if they tease him a little too much, he’ll swiftly pin them down and ravage them. Then he’ll kiss their forehead and head to his fight or pick them up to head to the showers.

• the majority of the time Agito is very loving, even when he’s dominating his S/O or when he submits himself to them. After care is very important, when intercourse is over and both he and his partner are fulfilled, he always brings them into his arms and kisses his lover. His heart would melt if they did the same thing. Agito loves getting his forehead kissed and his face caressed with his lovers hands.

Saw Paing-

• when Saw Paing and his partner have sex everyone in their vicinity knows. Saw Paing is so damn loud, he moans, screams, and says all kinds of nasty things during the act. No one sleeps. The next day is always awkward and Saw Paing and his partner get teased a lot for it.

• That being said, The only way to get him to be quiet is when his mouth is occupied like if he’s going down on his S/O or if he’s gagged. Yoroizuka Sanemitsu has probably shunned Saw Paing and his S/O to go bang in the woods so the whole village doesn’t have to suffer.

• Saw Paing is rough in a loving way, everything he does is energetic and wild, sex is no exception. His thrusts are aggressive, but he’s very loving in the bedroom. He’s always caressing his S/O’s face, kissing their face and neck, and always calling his S/O hot and beautiful.

• He always is telling his S/O about how good they’re making him feel or how sexy they are. He wants his partner to know how amazing they are.

• He likes positions where he can hug and kiss his S/O without too much work. He also likes positions where he can put his face in his S/O’s chest.

• Surprisingly Saw Paing isn’t always so wild. For example sleepy morning sex when he’s groggy and all he can think about is getting His S/O and himself off. All he can do is lazily thrust into his S/O and moan their name.

• Saw Paing is also very gentle during anniversaries and special days. Nothing changes too much, just his pace is a little slower, he really wants to savor his time with his S/O and wants it to last as long as possible.

• Saw Paing is very vanilla, he probably doesn’t even know what kinks are. He’s pretty inexperienced. He’ll try out anything his S/O wants, however he’ll never hit, choke, or spank his S/O, EVER. No matter how much his S/O begs him too, he just can’t bring himself to do it.

• Saw Paing eats out his S/O like it’s his last meal on earth. He goes hard and he enjoys it so much. When it comes to oral he prefers to give rather than receive.

• Aftercare is his favorite, he likes it almost as much as the sex. Sweaty loving cuddles with his favorite person, where he can kiss their lips and forehead and fall asleep in their arms, he loves it.

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