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my most popular post being the only smut ive written yall are horny asf

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gonna write this someday

Have SEX in a voting booth! Campaign Button, John Waters, 2004

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fingerfucking amirite‼️⁉️

bdsm study w/ our second favourite halovian🔆

0.87k words hsr sunday smut

cw: sunday has a vulva, subbot!sunday, domtop!reader, bondage, worship (if you squint), fingering, overstim, reader gets nothing but the pretty sight of a ruined man, and also wet fingers, ooc sunday? idk ive never written him b4

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sunday, so used to having his orders listened to whenever he told them, found himself in a bit of an unusual situation at the moment.

his hands and feet were tied up tightly behind him as he was strapped to a chair. the fancy clothing he wore was gone since long ago, probably thrown into some corner of the room. despite the beautiful halovian wings covering his even more beautiful face, you could see how red he’d become from the absolutely pathetic situation he found himself in.

you gently rose from your kneeling position to reach up to his face, cradling it with one of your hands while the other gently tried to move the skinny wings from covering his angelic features.

”my beloved…” you softly whispered into his ear as you’d leaned in closer to his face. the one hand cradling his left cheek now moved away, down to instead squeeze at his waist, earning a small whimper from the man. you held back from giggling at the adorable sight and continued to whisper in his ear,

”i want to see you. please.”

sunday, who was just about to give back a witty response, instead let out a strangled groan at the feeling of something pushing against his sensitive clit. ”wha-” he panted, peeking out from his hiding in order to figure out what happened.

seeing that your plan had worked, you smirked and forcefully grabbed one of his wings, effectively keeping it away from his face. sunday whined and squirmed against your hold, but his focus completely changed once you pressed your fingers against his clit once again.

”aangh- p-please…” he pleaded as your fingers slowly circulated that sweet bud, trying to ignore how the small wings around his labia fluttered and spasmed in excitement. he involuntarily closed his eyes and threw his head back, completely exposing his sensitive neck.

like a starved vampire, you leeched onto the lower side of his neck, biting down harshly as you slowly sped up your finger movements around his clit. this caused the man beneath you to shiver and arch his back on the chair he was strapped to, leaning himself into you. his mouth opened and he practically started singing out moans and whines as you continued to assault his most erogenous places, things that only you, his significant other, would know about.

”hah- nngh…” he continued to pant as you sped up your work against his erect bud, almost vibrating your fingers to keep up with his building pleasure. slowly, you lifted your face from his now wet, bruised neck, to see the most beautiful sight you’ve ever seen.

sunday, head of the oak family, known for his authority amongst all of the families and around the whole penacony, tied to a chair beneath you, having been reduced to nothing more but a moaning and whining mess. you slowed down your movements at his vulva to give him a small break, watching as he flopped back on the chair and let his mouth hang open as he let out small pants.

”wh-why’d you stop…?” he asked, almost whimpering. his red eyes opened and the head that had once been forcefully thrown back was now leaning forward, and like always, it had found a way to look up at you. his wings hung heavy beside him.

”look at you…” you cooed, slowly pushing two fingers against his entrance, causing him to groan softly. ”so red. so pent up. so… beautiful.”

you leaned in and kissed him slowly on the lips as you pushed two fingers inside of him, muffling his moans with your wet tongue forcing itself inside of his mouth.

”mmgh- mf-” he mumbled against your lips as he worked so hard to keep up with your hurried kissing. when your fingers finally reached all the way inside his bumpy walls, you slowly dragged them out only to push them back in with a newfound force. sunday strangled a moan and pushed himself off of your kiss in order to steady himself by leaning his forehead on your shoulder. you smiled softly and went down with your free hand to gently caress and put pressure on his hard clit.

sunday opened his mouth to speak but instead let out a series of shameful, weak moans as his back arched into your touch without your control.

you sped up the case and chuckled when you noticed his wings starting to curl and unfurl in between spasms, a telltale sign he was close.

”how’s this feel? good, hm..?” you uttered into his scalp. the only response you got were a series of moans and gasps against your chest, rising in pitch.

”c-close… so fuckin’ close…” he whispered as he gasped for air. ”you’re… thank you. thank you…”

you started pumping as fast as you could into his abused hole and only smiled as his body bended even more. as the loudest strangled moan yet escaped him, you could feel him tightening against his fingers until the coil snapped, making his walls convulse against you. he gasped and groaned as you worked him through his orgasm, whispering sweet nothings into his ear as he came.

”my sweet, best boy. i love you.”

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wow sunday lc got leaked and now i need to write him tied up getting his winged pussy fucked

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zhongven, smut, 1,5k words

silently, venti closed the door behind them. the air was still as they waited for a few seconds, unsure if anyone else followed them. when they concluded that no one did, venti turned around to face zhongli, who had been eyeing him all day.

it began with normal glances, something you’d expect if you were married. loving gazing filled with pure adoration. but now, his gaze was filled with nothing but pure lust. something had changed since daytime.

venti concluded it was the alcohol talking. zhongli was actually a lightweight, now that his gnosis had been taken away. you cannot win them all, venti mused.

before venti could continue pondering to himself, hungry hands climbed up his sides. zhongli’s gaze was lidded but concentrated as he stared at venti’s form. never ever had venti felt so exposed, even though his barbatos form wore much less to cover himself than his current bard outfit. he ignored how sensitive the other man’s gloved fingers felt against his clothed skin and thanked zhongli for not looking up at his face to notice his flushed cheeks.

zhongli’s fingers landed around venti’s throat and gently squeezed, just enough to get a little bit of adrenaline pumping. venti, head already clouded with emotions unable to be described in the written language, whimpered. unabashadley at that, too. the taller man sucked in his lips and felt his stomach churn with excitement. nothing could provoke him like the bard’s sweet voice could.

”mmgh, zhongli…” venti breathed out with a strained voice. his eyes closed and it was now that zhongli looked up to see the shorter’s flushed cheeks. zhongli chuckled, deep and rich, and pressed a little harder.

”does the god of the breeze enjoy having his lunges restricted like this?” zhongli teased, already very well knowing that yes, the god of the breeze very much enjoyed it. that he had learnt long ago.

venti opened his mouth to speak but couldn’t find the energy to respond. he instead let his mouth hang open, barely breathing now.

zhongli tilted his head and couldn’t help but smirk. ”no response, huh? i suppose i am being a little rough on this poor, poor bard in front of me,” he mumbled, leaning in closer to the shorter’s ear. his warm lips barely graced venti’s even warmer ears, but the bard still flinched. a weak moan escaped his restricted airways.

slowly, the shorter got pushed towards the door until he was pressed against the hardwood, now almost unable to move. his head felt heavy as the rest of his body begged for air, but alas, the pleas fell on deaf ears as venti didn’t even have the energy to open his eyes, let alone voice any complaints.

venti could then hear the movement of fabric below him until something pressed against his aching crotch. he let out a yelp which soon turned into a long-drawn moan as he slowly grinded down on it, absolutely revelling in the stimulation.

”ah, ah, ah,” he could hear zhongli say close to his ear, the hot breath against his sensitive skin making him breathe out a shaky groan. suddenly, the side of his neck was released and he instinctually gasped loudly, eyes opening widely as his body woke up.

before he could say anything, zhongli instead moved the thumb from his other hand, which was still pressing against his neck, onto the free side of his neck. and as soon as he felt his senses returning, they slowed down like a candle flame being suffocated by a candlesnuffer as the air in his lungs were drained. he closed his eyes again and continued grinding against zhongli’s supposed thigh.

he could feel something warm, perhaps a hand, pressing against his stomach. it felt comforting and supportive in a way, until he realised that he could not grind anymore. he carefully opened his eyes and attempted a glare against the man in front of him, but it seemed that his face didn’t listen to him like it usually did.

zhongli, completely aware of the effects he had on the bard, only tilted his head innocently while the devilish smirk on his lips remained. ”what’s wrong? can’t pout at me anymore?” he teased and pressed the hand on the bard’s throat harder, making the bard’s eyes toll to the back of his head and weakly whimper.

while venti was dealing with trying to breathe, zhongli instead occupied himself with trying to get the shorter’s briefs off, which proved to be quite the challenge when both of your hands are occupied. with a quiet sigh, he relinquished the hand on the bard’s stomach in order to properly pull his shorts and unnecessarily complicated bloomers down. venti, almost completely unaware of what zhongli was doing, found himself free of the taller’s hand on his stomach and could now grind down on the latter’s thigh freely. zhongli did not mind this time.

”haaah, ngh-” venti panted as he rutted into zhongli’s thigh. he seemed to be naked now, however that happened, but venti could not care less. his primal brain wanted pleasure, stimulation, grind, grind, grind. his hands sought support on the latter’s shoulders, which he found.

”does it feel good?” zhongli questioned, not really expecting an answer. before venti even could say anything, he felt cold, gloved fingers wrap around his aching cock, which already had seemed to leak pre-cum just from grinding. gods, he was a fucking harlot.

venti let out an unabashed moan and opened his eyes to try to look down at what was happening, of course forgetting the slender digits wrapped around his fragile neck, which now felt even tighter the longer he went without enough oxygen in his system. he groaned and tried to snake out of zhongli’s hold.

zhongli, lifting his gaze from the sight of venti’s unclothed lower-half, scowled as he saw what venti was attempting. it was mocking, almost pitiful. ”looks like this one’s trying to break free. how *cute.*”

venti groaned and tried to speak, ”p-please, let me… let m-” he suddenly cut himself off with a strained whimper as he felt zhongli’s fingers wrapped around his swollen erection suddenly start moving up and down, a velocity much greater than his mind currently could even fathom. he gasped and moaned, digging his fingers into the taller’s shoulders as he could even *hear* the filthy squelching noises coming from zhongli’s clothed fingers on his cock. the thought of his gloves being soaked with venti’s pre made his stomach flip, and he let out another strained moan.

”harlot…” zhongli mumbled, which only served to bring venti even further on cloud-nine than he already was.

”hah, f-fuck, aaah-” venti gasped, feeling himself grow almost taut under zhongli’s control. his fingers both tightly pressing against his neck, blocking his airflow, and also his leaking dick, pumping with a fervor that he hadn’t seen in a while. he was unconsciously grinding down on zhongli’s thigh now, as well.

”so loud… is it really necessary?” zhongli asked, voice low and sultry in venti’s ear. venti shivered and pressed his fingers further into zhongli’s shoulders, or at least as much as he could with his current energy.

”w-hah… wa-” venti stammered, attempting to throw his head back but still being restricted by zhongli’s hand. he could feel them loosening up a little more so he could do as he wished.

”hm? what is it now?” asked zhongli, sounding annoyed. although venti knew he was entirely bluffing, hearing zhongli sound so *over it* was extremely attractive.

venti, still struggling to even form thoughts, opened his mouth to speak but only let out a series of slutty moans, making him sound like a bitch in heat. his cock twitched in zhongli’s hand and the latter immediately figured what was about to happen. he leaned in close to the bard’s ear and whispered, ”you wan’ cum? you’re so close..?” venti thought he sounded like he wanted to seduce him. it was completely unnecessary, as he had already won his heart long ago.

”ye-ah, yesss, p-ngh…” venti said between hurried gasps, mouth hanging open and back instinctively arching into zhongli’s chest. zhongli groaned at the sight and ignored how his own dick spasmed in his trousers.

”cum f’me, bard. stain my clothes white with your divine essence.”

zhongli- no, *morax* had never sounded so fucking sexy as right now. with a shiver and drawn out moan, venti came all over zhongli’s chest. he finally released the shorter’s neck, allowing him full rejuvenation as he recovered from his orgasm. venti immediately flopped his head onto the taller’s chest.

zhongli didn’t stop his pumping, it had only slowed down. venti didn’t mind, though. overstimulation was nothing for a god such as him.

venti closed his eyes and hummed, finally releasing zhongli’s shoulders which had probably been bruised now from venti’s surprisingly strong grip.

zhongli couldn’t help but smirk as he lifted venti’s head to meet his gaze. ”what do we say now?”

his face was flushed from the mix of alcohol and hormones in his body. ”thank you, liebling.” venti mumbled, syllables drawn out from his exhaustion.

zhongli chuckled and leaned forward to press a kiss against venti’s scalp. ”that’s my good boy.”

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”would you still love me if i was a worm?” ratiorine/aventio

the air outside was filled with fog as the pair walked home from their respective jobs. to be fair, they did work for the same organization, just under different titles.

the younger of the two strutted along, hands in his front pockets as he looked around nonchalantly. every so often he’d fix the posture of his expensive watch or throw his overhanging bangs to the side. it looked almost intentional, how long his hair was.

the other man, who appeared to have a generally larger build than the other, walked beside him. his eyes were half-lidded as he looked forward, not in a tired way, but a pretty tense way. he wore clothing much different to the younger, loose-fitting blue pants and a very tight black top with some sort of blanket thrown around his shoulder, making him look like a greek philosopher. the younger wore a white suit with some green and black details, so you could tell their different taste in fashion.

the younger was whistling to a familiar tune as they walked, looking at the apartment complexes passing them by. suddenly, he turned to look at the taller one. he roamed his expression, searching for something that only he knew how to find. it went on for so long (not long at all) that the taller sighed and turned to look down at the man beside him with an irritated look.

”you’re staring,” he noted. his golden eyes shone in the afternoon sun, and it was hard to say that he didn’t suit the yellow glow of the evening as lighting.

”you are now as well, you know,” the younger remarked. he smirked with a boyish grin as he waited for the other to respond, which he did with only one look. the same look he’d been sporting since the shorter decided to strike up a conversation.

”alright, my bad.” the younger laughed and held his hands up in mock-surrender. now that he was tilting his head down, you could see the slight brown outgrowth in the roots of his hair. ”look, i was wondering something. it’s-”

as he looked up to continue explaining, he was met with the look from the older that he’d learnt meant ”please shut the fuck up.”

immediately, he did shut the fuck up and cleared his throat awkwardly to look forward.

the older furrowed his brows slightly, but only slightly, and blinked a few times. did he do something wrong? why did the younger stop talking?

he tried clearing his throat as well to show him that he was still present, but what he didn’t understand was that it added immensely to the already very tense and awkward situation. the younger, being fed up with this useless atmosphere, spoke up out of nowhere;

”would you still love me if i was a worm?” he asked, tone clear. he didn’t look up from the road, and he had somewhat buried his hands deeper in his pockets.

the older, taken slightly aback, tilted his head slightly as he walked.

”that depends,” he began, and he could immediately feel the younger’s mood dampening a little. he ignored the uncomfortable sting in his heart and continued. ”in this hypothetical scenario, am i still a human, or have i also been turned into a worm? or were we worms from birth? asexual freshwater planarians do not have a libido because they…”

the younger, who had regretted asking the question as soon as the words left his mouth, held back from sighing and instead zoned out somewhere far, far away as they walked back home. it was stupid, really, to ask the dr. veritas ratio, harborer of many phd’s including one in philosophy, a simple question about fucking worms. of course he had to turn it into a monologue that not even prometheus could top.

”…venturine. look at me.”

aventurine blinked away the fogginess of his sight and looked up to the man next to him. a small wave of shame crept up on him as he realized he’d probably missed the answer he had asked for. he nodded slowly with round eyes to show that he was listening.

”we must free ourselves of the hope that the sea will ever rest. we must learn to sail in high winds.” the doctor said, and the gambler knew very well that those were not his words, but someone far, far back who probably wore clothing similar to the man next to him. what does that mean again?

”it means that you should stop expecting me to not take your questions literally. i’m just exploring every answer that is available to me.” ah.

”well,” aventurine began, looking down again. ”if you could choose one answer, which would it be?”

”i cannot do that.”

”doctor, please-”

the doctor sighed and rubbed his nose the way he always did to show his irritation, as if everything else wasn’t enough. ”am i also a worm?”

aventurine thought long and hard about it. realistically, for most people, they’d say no, only the person asking is a worm. but, if he knew his partner well, he’d say the wrong answer if those were the circumstances, so he didn’t say that.

”yes, and we have been worms from the start,” he said, not really caring to sound very cheerful. ”and we are not asexual. we’re still gay.”

”actually, i’m bisex-”

”you get it.”

”…yes,” was all the doctor said. he continued walking and staring straight ahead as he did before.

the gambler blinked. ”what? yes to what?”

”… to the question. if you were a worm,” ratio sounded kind of awkward now, which was unusual for him. it was kind of nice to hear, actually.

”oh. so… yes, you’d love me if i was- if we were worms.” he slowly looked up to the taller man, holding his breath waiting for the answer, even though he probably knew what it was already.

”yes, that’s what i answered to,” ratio said bluntly.

”oh. that’s… nice to hear. thank you for your input.”

the shorter smiled and resumed to look around them as they walked, whistling on that same tune as before.

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argentill drabble because yeah. not proofread or beta read or anyone but me-read. rushed ending because i got so unmotivated at the end but i really wanted to finish it today. feedback is wanted it you have any :)

”rosey?”

argenti was kicked out of his prayer with the familiar robotic sound of his lovers sweet voice. his bare hands untangled from each other’s grasp and his head craned up to look at the cyborg behind him. his hands fell to the sides of his sitting form.

”yes, my dearest?” argenti replied, voice soft as he spoke. his whole body turned to look at boothill.

”uh, i hate askin’ you this in the middle of prayer ’n all, but…” boothill’s gaze averted to somewhere beside the redhead. it seemed like his eyes were unfocusing. ”would ya mind goin’ to bed with me?”

argenti was confused by the sudden formality coming from the usually blunt cyborg in front of him, but didn’t let it show. instead, he slowly rose from his prayer spot in the corner of the living room, and approached boothill. his hands found the cyborg’s and they intertwined as natually as yarn being woven together by knitting needles. argenti rose their hands up so he could showcase his sincerity.

”my silver cowboy, you need not be so unusually polite with me. i will do anything you please, as long as it aligns with my goals, remember?” argenti let a soft smile show as their gazes finally met, and he tried hard to show boothill his sincerity and encouragement through their eye contact.

slowly, one of their mingled hands were lifted up so that the knight could place a gentle, lingering kiss on the cowboy’s knuckles, all while maintaining eye contact. if the flush that was beginning to spread on the cowboy’s face was anything to go by, the knight had succeeded in his futile attempt at comfort.

boothill cleared his throat and looked at wall next to them, trying to appear nonchalant but failing disasterously. ”well, ah… you looked so busy, i couldn’t possibly have-”

”nonsense. pray i do multiple times a day, but hearing you need my help? it is quite unusual, so i couldn’t possible refuse your request. do not let your insecurities cloud your judgement.” he stated matter-of-factly. it’s true, how could the other man ever think that argenti wanted anything else but to help him?

”well, you’d said that idrila was special to you, i ain’t wanna….” what?

argenti’s soft expression had turned confused now. his eyebrows were furrowed, almost irritatingly, and his plump lips slightly parted. ”my dear, where’s this come from? i do not recall saying that….” his tone sounded uncharacteristically stumped.

boothill’s eyes craned away once again, frantically searching for something else to look at but the one thing lighting up the room. his eyes landed on a potted plant behind said light. ”well, you said THEY were special in a way you couldn’t explain t’me…. i ain’t no linguist, but that probably means THEY’RE more worth your time than lil’ old me.”

after a beat of silence, the cowboy mustered up the courage to finally steal a glance at argenti. the expression he catched from the knight was that of utter confusion. if it were under different circumstances, he would’ve let out a husky laugh and teased argenti about it, but this was definitely not the right time. especially not when their hands suddenly disengaged and boothill found his hands to be cold again. that same old, disgustingly artificial feeling that he had learned to hate.

argenti, however, brought his hands up to his face to bite his thumb while his gaze fell down to the floor. he looked deep in thought, much like when he was in meditation or prayer.

”hey, wait a minute, what’s up…?” boothill said, his eyes now fixated on how argenti’s red locks draped over his shoulders as his head craned down. how that one white piece of hair stuck out like a sore thumb, much like his beautiful lover in a universe full of disgusting souls.

boothill soon found his hands gently grasping at argenti’s, holding on to them to slip the long piece of nail from his lips and free his fingers from his cheek’s hold. he ignored how the plump cheeks of his lover stretched out ever so slightly as he disengaged his hands from them.

argenti’s gaze slowly craned up to meet boothill’s, both their breaths slow as they took in eachother’s expressions. as boothill’s expression showed only concern for his rose, the rose in question’s gaze looked sad, and almost…. ashamed? as if he was in the wrong.

after another few seconds of torturous silence, boothill cleared his artificial throat and leaned in closer to argenti. if he inched another few centimeters, their noses would be touching. he abstained from committing to that.

”hey, rosey, baby, my dearest argenti, talk to me.” argenti only responded with craning his eyes down. boothill swore to himself in his mind.

as gentle as the cradle-babe, the cowboy’s hand slowly shifted to under the knight’s chin to slowly lift his face up. that way, it was harder for his eyes to escape the confrontation that is meeting his lover’s silver irises. ”eyes up here, ’genti. what happened? please, talk t’me. i can’t fix this problem if you ain’t talkin’ to me.”

argenti blinked slowly and sighed. his face was putty in his lover’s hold as they stood like that. ”i’ve… um.” he cleared his throat, uncharacteristically quietly. ”idrila is important to me, yes. THEY were the one who gave me a goal in life, something to strive for. you, however… you are the one who keeps me going.” his face remained ashamed as he spoke.

”you are the one who gives me motivation to move forward. without you, i’d be nowhere. i’d be akin to a bullet without a gun, a rose without it’s thorns. the fact that you even dare to think that you are not…” the knight’s resolve slowly broke as his gaze lowered itself to the floor shamefully. his eyes closed, and as the lashes of his eye touched, a silent tear fell onto the cowboy’s boot. a soft droop sound was heard, only to those willing to listen. boothill, someone who swore to always be there for whatever argenti radiated, heard it loud and clear. his heart broke at the sound.

”it means i have failed my duty as a knight of beauty.” he finally muttered. soon, another droop was heard. and another. as tear after tear seeped from the man’s closed eyelids, his body slowly fell into boothill’s, who welcomed him with open arms.

boothill looked almost terrified as their torsos clashed together and he had to snake his arms around the other man to not let him fall to the wooden ground beneath them. the face of the knight was soon buried into the hard, cool neck of boothill, and he wondered over if it even was comfortable.

as much feeling that he had lost from having his body replaced by unbendable steel, boothill still felt the way argenti grasped onto him for dear life. he understood why, the redhead had a tendency to blame everything on himself, and that often resulted in moments like these. moments where the unbreakable and honorable member of the honorclad of the knights of beauty, sworn to protect beauty throughout the cosmos, became just argenti. argenti, who had insecureties about his past and future. argenti, whose life had been a storm until he found idrila. to question his faith would be to question himself, and in this situation it wasn’t hard to see why he would even reach that conclusion.

”hey, ’genti, you know that’s not true….” boothill muttered as his metallic fingers intertwined with the strands of argenti’s hair. as softly as he could, he lazily played with some patches of hair that argenti had worked hours on perfecting. now ruined as tears ran down boothill’s back.

he knew he wasn’t a man of many words, even less thanks to his forkin’ synesthesia beacon, but he still knew that argenti was an optimist. such an optimist, that he could find comfort in such a ruined man’s words as boothill’s. that was exactly why they worked so well together.

”you have worked so darn hard yer entire life, saying you’re not worthy of your title or whatever…. that’s straight up horse-crap. even i know that.” boothill pressed a kiss to argenti’s head, and that made the man’s sobs still for a while. ”your relationship to idrila is… complicated, i understand that much. but, i also trust you, so if you say that i’m worthy of your praise, i ain’t tryn’a deny it.”

that made argenti’s head slowly lift from the crook of boothill’s neck. as soon as his face was in eyesight of the cowboy, he noticed argenti’s flushed, wet face accompanied by his swollen, pink eyes. his eyeliner was also slightly ruined. still as beautiful as ever, in boothill’s eyes.

”no, i….” argenti was out of words to say. uncharacteristically so. ”um, my dear, this isn’t your fault. i should have told you before, it’s my fault for even phrasing it-”

”naw!” the cowboy’s pointer finger flew to press against the knight’s puffy lips. the man instantly fell silent, obedient as a puppy dog. boothill ignored how that made his stomach flip. ”listen ’ere, my dearest, most beautiful argenti. don’t ever blame it on yourself. it’s me who should’a realized that sooner, not you. not your fault i’m too distracted by you to even listen.”

finally, a soft smile let itself shine on the redhead’s face, and oh how that made boothill happy. he got the urge to squeal and jump around, but he remembered that he wasn’t a kid anymore, and that this was a very delicate situation where he had to tread carefully.

”i insist, you should place the blame entirely on me. it is i who have not been clear enough,” argenti replied, now more lighthearted. he sniffed away some tears and boothill could see the spotlight returning to his lover, metaphorically of course.

”nah, it’s my bad. really, i’m kinda stupid sometimes.” boothill retorted casually, being careful not to let his usual arrogant grin show. he settled for a small smirk.

”boothill, you know that’s not true! don’t speak about yourself like that, please. besides,” the knight wiped his tears and cupped the cowboy’s cheeks tenderly. ”it is my bad. all of it. i don’t want you blaming this on yourself.

”we’re goin’ in circles now, roses. it’s my fault.”

”it is mine.”

”you’re wrong, sorry. ’ts mine.” he couldn’t help his classic boyish grin from showing itself as they settled for this argument.

”please, it is mine. truly, i will try to do better.” as much as argenti tried to sound serious, his eyes crinkled with his smile as it grew wider.

”sorry, this might be the first time yer wrong. it’s mine.”

”no, it is clearly mine.”

”50/50?” boothill said as he held back a laugh.

”… no. it is mine.”

”40/60?”

a sigh was heard from argenti’s form and he chuckled. it was deep, and almost sounded like a wheeze, but boothill knew it was the most genuine form of a laugh from the other man.

”30/70.” he said. ”and that is final.”

”35/65?” boothill offered carefully, now leaning closer to argenti with raised eyebrows.

”… 35/65. final number.”

”great. i knew i could trust ya.” boothill snickered, and argenti only rolled his eyes in response.

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you had been curious about his horns and tail, and dan heng was kind enough to let you touch them. what he didn’t anticipate was how intense the whole situation was about to become.

as your fingers delicately gracing his tail had slowly moved up to his base, his self-control had faltered with it. even though his tail was made out of mostly water, you somehow had found a way to squeeze around it to make dan heng shiver from the contact. you could see how he was biting his lower lip in order to keep the slutty moans that wanted to spill from his mouth to himself.

”does this feel good, babe?” you asked, voice sultry. your inner cheek was almost bleeding with how much you had bitten it in order to keep yourself from smirking at the sight in front of you. dan heng, the usually composed and quick-witted member of the astral express, had been reduced down to a pleading mess.

dan heng opened his mouth to speak but right before he was about to respond, your fingers curled and started scratching the base of his tail. the action made his back arch and he let out a high gasp that soon turned into a drawn-out moan. his eyes lulled to the back of his head and he flooped his head down on your shoulder.

panting, he tried to speak in his usual tone, ”plea- hah…. please, just, um… c-continue, please….” was all he could muster. the absolute desperation in his voice made a shiver run up your spine, and now both of you were biting your lips.

”oh? you like getting touched like this?” the answer was obvious enough that dan heng just settled for letting out a series of quiet moans. his forehead was still planted to your shoulder as he panted, and you snaked your free arm up to pull him close. he quickly pulled you into an embrace, snaking his tail around your waist, earning a soft chuckle out of you. his grip was tight, but not hurting. just perfect.

slowly, your hand left his back in favor of finding purchase at the hem of his pants. you tugged gently at it, giving him a warning, before diving your fingers under the fabric.

dan heng gasped and whimpered at what was to come. his hand moved down to hold your wrist as your fingers moved down, and more down, until you found the hem of his underwear. your scratching increased in pressure as your fingers dived under the next layer of fabric to meet his warm skin.

”please, be ge-” dan heng was cut off by a deep moan as your hand grabbed his cock and started pumping it without warning. this, combined with the scratching, made dan heng louder than he ever has been. it was a surprise no one on the express came barging in.

”i am gentle, now hush. let me take care of you…” you cooed softly into his ear as your pace on his hard appendage quickened. dan heng’s moans increased in pitch and his back arched into your chest, his grip on you tightening as much as he could. you could even feel his tail squeezing your waist, but that was irrelevant now.

as the vidyadhara in front of you continued to moan and plead, you couldn’t help but smirk. seeing dan heng so submissive kindled something inside of you, something that had never been kindled before in the span of your relationship. perhaps you should do this more often.

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the day after a very big argument, right as the sun started to set, you arrived home. it was eerily quiet as no one was there to greet you, no open arms expecting you, and no lips to kiss fondly.

it had been like that ever since the morning. you were just getting ready when neuvillette finally glanced at you, giving you the the first and only type of contact he had ever given you since your heated dissagreement last night. it wasn’t a loving glance, or anything of the sorts, really. his eyes met yours, and for a moment, you saw him like everyone else saw him; cold and emotionless. except, that wasn’t a good thing. no, for you, it had became such a habit of seeing his eyes light up at just the sight of you that this felt… bad. really fucking bad.

you sighed as you plopped your bag down and started taking off your shoes to put them on the rack. did he really mean the things he said last night? you thought. that you were clingy and sometimes too unbearable to talk to?

a soft, almost too subtle to notice platter was heard from a window nearby. you looked out and saw that the sky had suddenly darkened. weird, you pondered, before continuing to remove your jacket. the forecast didn’t say anything abo-

wait. pause. let’s put on our thinking caps here. another, and another platter was heard. the soft platter turned into a heavy rain sooner than you could think, and you lit up like you just had an epiphany.

obviously, that light quickly dissappeared from your eyes as soon as you realized what this meant.

”shit. fuck,” you mumbled to youself as you stumbled next to the sofa and ran up the stairs faster than any track team could ever dream of. soon enough, you reached your shared bedroom and immediately slammed it open.

the sight greeting you was exactly what you were expecting, but still, it made your heart ache. your stomach twisted, threatening to break if you didn’t do anything about it.

there, on the neatly-folded bedsheets, lay neuvillette. his face was hidden from view as it was buried into his big, soft hands. hands that you have had the fortune of holding many times. hands that now haven’t even graced you for the last 24 hours.

hurriedly, you rushed to sit on the bedside. the bed dipped heavily as you effectively slammed yourself down, making neuvillette’s graceful body jump a little.

he quickly turned around, facing the other wall so that you couldn’t see anything but his back, clothed in nothing but a t-shirt. (probably some trousers too but.. you never know.)

”oh, dear..” was all you could mutter, the sight of it all making your words stuck in your throat. multiple sentences formed in your head, suggestions of what you could say. you ignored all of them and moved closer to him.

”dearest? could you look at me, at least?” you asked, concern lacing your tone. it probably showed up on your face too, because when he did finally turn around to greet you, he immediately turned back around.

”do not… archons.” neuvillette whimpered. whimpered. if you were in any other state of mind, you’d tease him about his tone, but the sight before you dismissed the thought entirely.

a soft sigh escaped your lips and you moved closer just to run your hand on his side. it wasn’t much, but it was just what he liked. soothing touches, relaxing shapes being drawn into his skin. it was what grounded him the most. thank gods for your years of marriage.

”i am-” he hiccuped, uncharacistically loudly. ”apologies… it’s hard to-”

”do not apologize for the state you’re in, please. we both know that there was no preventing this…” lightning struck a few hundres meters outside your house, and that was your cue to gently drag him to face you, making him unable to hide anymore. from you, and from his problems.

he blinked a couple times as soon as you lifted your hands from his face, probably blinded by the unromantic big light right above him. you quickly jumped off the bed and turned it off, practically sprinting back and landing right next to him on the bed after.

”hi.” you smiled as his eyes finally met yours, and although his face was flushed, wet, and expressing nothing but sadness, you still found your chest swell up in delight.

his bloodshot eyes fluttered down for a second before looking up again. a laugh escaped his lips, too quiet and contained to be something he actually wanted to express.

”i am- uh.. apologies. i am sure this is not the best way to be greeted after a long day..” he averted his gaze away to somewhere behind you. you looked around to see if anything of note was there, but there was nothing, so you looked back. right! he’s probably just zoning out. you gave yourself a mental slap to the cheek.

you climbed forward, moving your hands to softly hold his arms. ”hey, look at me. i’m here, and you’re here, and we’re safe. just you and me.”

his eyes quickly shaked and returned to look at you, having to tilt his head up a little now that you were practically sitting on him.

”hi.” you said, smiling.

”hello.” he reliped, also smiling now.

a chuckle erupted from the both of you, almost making you forget about the harsh words that were said yesterday. almost.

”so,” you started, moving closer to him to rub soothing circles on his biceps. ”do you have anything to say in particular, orrr…”

the man below you sighed and cleared his throat. he opened his mouth to speak, but nothing came out. his expression turned sour, and then he tried wiping his face as well before trying again.

”i am… deeply sorry about last night. i expressed some things that were not true, and for that i feel bad.” he pointed out the window with his nose. ”very bad.”

”the things i said were only crossing my mind because i have been quite stressed recently, and… i haven’t been able to tend to your needs, or mine, for that matter. quite frankly, i was so engrossed in my own mind and work that you didn’t even cross my mind, which is a very rare occasion.” he huffed out a smile at his own words.

”i will not let this happen again, but for now, i am sorry.”

you blinked a couple of times and smiled.

”wow. that was very.. elaborate. even for you.” a hand reached out to hold your own, and it was as soft and gentle as you remembered them. to think, that you had been missing the simple touch of a hand after being separated for only a day.

neuvillette wheezed softly, looking away politely. ”it was hardly anything. i’d be able to think clearer if i hadn’t been bestowed this awful curse of letting everyone in fontaine know when i am feeling down… not that anyone knows that it’s me.”

”i know it’s you.” you smiled, softly shifting to lay down next to him.

”of course you do,” he replied, turning around and wrapping his arms around your body protectively.

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hello! i’m sam, my main acc is @refridgerators where i reblog everything i see and sometimes use it as a shitpost gateway, but only when i’m feeling heated

this blog was created purely for me to keep track of my writing and to reflect on early works and improve what i can think of. support is appreciated but not expected, so whatever! free will, right!

i don’t really know how to make shit look aesthetically pleasing but i hope this’ll do. i figured i’ll choose a gloomy theme to represent what my writing hopefully turns into one day, but i’ll see. only time can tell

i’ll be writing mainly fanfics here, short drabbles and perhaps longer things when i feel more comfortable

expect some cringe fandoms! i am cringe! free will!!

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