#he'll be one hundred percent okay with never laying a finger on you ever just as long as he can stare at you all day i promise

[aflockofravens]

*dying pterodactyl noise*

"Chance or Something More" already had me in a chokehold but the English dub!?

I thought for sure we'd get the frantic over-the-top Jinshi when he sees that Maomao saved him, but instead we got the quiet, disbelieving, heartbroken, terrified voice of a man who is so so scared to lose the best thing that's ever happened to him.

And then his resolve carrying her out of there, calmly? Not making eye contact with anyone, pace unbroken, thousand-yard-stare of a man who almost lost everything?

He doesn't even care that he almost died. He doesn't care who's around to see him carry a low born servant girl out of the temple. He doesn't care about propriety or cultural expectations.

His Maomao is injured. She is his priority. Always.

[toiletwipes]

just being insane over the thought of simpbur with a reader who’s never had sex. never even been touched sexually. mm maybe I’m projecting but good god it’s just so hot I’m sorry

like heated makeout and he's sliding a hand up their shirt and they push on him, going, "give me a second, I've never done this before-" and they keep talking but he's not hearing any of it.

"Like, you're a virgin, kind of 'never done this before' or-" "-yes but also, no one's ever touched me like- like you have. No one's kissed me like you have."

His head is completely empty.

"Would- would you be okay if I." He breathes in, his lungs stuttering as he opens his mouth again, "can I touch you again?" The blush on their face made it maddening but he kept his hands fisted in his jeans till they gave him a verbal yes. Fingers push up more shirts and to think- he's the only one to know what that feels like.To know what their skin feels like.

He leans in close, slow enough for them to lean their head to the side, and he mouthes at the skin, kissing and biting and licking and he can't get enough of the sounds they give him. The swearing and then their fingers flying up to his hair and pulling-

It's so much but he can't get enough. And he hasn't- hasn't even touched them like that yet. "I'm gonna touch you more, stop me if you don't like it, okay?" Their nod is everything to him.

He lifts the shirt over their head. The exposed skin makes his mouth water and he leans in closer, dragging a tongue down from the column of their neck and down their chest to their stomach, pressing kisses along the way. "Can we take your pants off?" The nod they give is shaky but eager. He waits for a verbal cue still.

Once given, he takes. Drags the material from their legs and moans as their thighs reveal first, then the knees and then their calves. The socks go too.

His nose, mouth trails up their legs, tasting the slight salt on their skin and relishing in it. Leaving hickeys splattered over the inside of their thighs. They breathe heavy as he breathes over the band of their underwear. "And you're sure? One hundred percent want to do this?" He gives them time and more time. Yes he wants this more than anything, he'd be stupid to fucking ruin it for them.

"If you don't do something, I'll ride you to death." It'd been a joke but the thought of them riding him- fuck.

There's a wet patch already there, from how excited he got them, and he lays his tongue flat and he hears them curse, tightening the fingers they had in their hair. Its addicting. He shoves their underwear down and makes them sing for his neighbors to hear.

He can't get enough of their hips, bucking forward, twitching, getting trapped between their spit-slick thighs and their fingers. Tugging and yanking on his head. And he's the one doing this to them. If he plays his cards right, he'll be the only one to ever make them like this again.

Getting them shaking and crying from his mouth. Tasting them on his tongue. Tasting their own cum from his mouth and fingers. More than enough for him to come in his pants. He hopes they get to do this again soon.