#that’s not just my self indulgence talking

[luveline]

Hotch request w Jack and new baby!!! Coming back from the hospital and reader is in bed with new baby and Jack while Aaron is in another part of the house (maybe making food in the kitchen) and reader starts crying because she’s in pain and jack is all concerned and sweet and goes to get Aaron??

thank you for requesting, sorry I messed up where everyone was! fem, 1.3k

“He’s gonna stab him!” 

You blink from the spot you’d been staring at, pain momentarily forgotten. “What! Where’d you learn that word?” you ask in surprise. 

Jack leans back against his big velvet pillow, blue with silver stars, looking as though he’s in the lap of luxury. “At school.” 

The cartoon mouse on the TV raises his fencing sword high in the air. 

“He’s not stabbing anyone, they’re fencing,” you say, reaching for his hand to hold. “Stabbing… that’s pretty scary. How did that make you feel?” 

“Well, I’m not gonna stab anyone,” Jack says. 

He’s confused that you’re making a fuss, just old enough to realise you’re poking around for his feelings. You worry lately that you aren’t paying him enough attention because of his new brother, and the word stab isn’t exactly age appropriate. 

But maybe that’s what the boys his age are talking about? You frown more, your hand slipping along his arm to curl behind him. You pull him toward you. “Come on, handsome. Cuddle me.” 

You’re too sore to move, so Jack has to come to you. He crawls across the couch until his arms can wrap around you and his cheek can rest against your chest. Stab is an apt word for the feeling in your stomach. Jack’s arm squeezes at you and the pain worsens, so you move it up your front and curl your arm around him. 

“Is it a bad word?” he asks. 

“No, it’s just like hit or slap, I guess. And I know you’re not gonna do any of that to anyone. You’re too gentle.” 

“Gentle is a good word.” 

“Yeah.” You kiss his forehead, a moment of self indulgence. You love your stepson, and he is oh so kissable. “Oh no, look at the mouse.” 

Charlie sleeps in his swing seat, the soft whirring of its constant motion almost as comforting as the sound of his soft breaths. You watch him for a while, Jack climbing up at your side to press his face to your neck, leg on your thigh, slowly pressing against the tenderness that is your abdomen. “Uh, Jack,” you breathe, trying to pick him up, “you’re gonna have to climb off of me, my tummy hurts too much.” 

“Sorry,” he says quickly, slipping off of you and onto the couch cushion. His foot kicks out as he rights himself, a jamming of his toes against the pain like a spike. 

You take a deep breath. Ouch. 

“It’s okay,” you say, groaning softly as the pain thrums, hand on your stomach as though your touch can make it stop, “just a tummy ache. I– I’m okay.” 

“You got little tears?” he says, his voice going wobbly. You try to blink away tears and end up with a straggler curving down the slope of your cheek. “I’ll go get dad!” 

“Jack, I’m okay,” you say. 

Too late. Jack scrambles from the couch and away from you, up the stairs to find his father. You’re not sure what Aaron’s up to, he’d only said, “I’ll be right back,” twenty minutes ago. You’d guessed laundry. 

You’re glad Jack’s run upstairs when you realise the pain isn’t going away. It’s not bad, not half as bad as your contractions had been, but the whole labour process has sapped you, and you feel weak as a willow branch in bad weather. You shift heavily onto one leg and cross them, uncross them when the pain spikes again, letting out a weird and breathless whine as it turns to a full blown cramp. 

Jack returns with Aaron in tow. His hair is dripping wet, soap suds on his neck and his shirt stuck to his chest. He’s rushed out of the shower to see you. 

“What’s wrong?” he asks as he rounds the couch. “Jack told me you’re not feeling well.” 

You hold your arms out for a hug. He doesn’t falter, simply does as you want, his hair wringing wet and dripping onto your shoulder as he gathers you in his arms. 

You hold onto him like a lifeline. The cramp curls, and tightens, has you seizing up against him. 

“What is it?” he asks softly. “Stomach pains again?” 

The nurse said it’s your uterus shrinking. Whatever it is, it’s sudden agony. You shudder into Aaron’s shoulder until the pain pangs and fades, leaving your stomach a tense mess. It hurts to move, so you stay clinging to your husband and let him hover over you. 

“Are you okay?” Jack asks.

You sniff. 

Aaron pulls away to take your face into his hands. He holds you with care, his thumbs under your jaw, index fingers running diagonally under each eye, tips at your brows. Just a stolen few seconds for him to check you over. No tears to be wiped away. 

“Still hurting?” 

You shake your head, eyebrows pulled down in a bad frown. 

“Okay. Alright. Motrin?” he asks. 

“No,” you whisper, “can you just stay here?” 

Jack says your name. 

You peek past Aaron’s body. “Jack, sorry.” 

“Are you okay now?” 

You grimace, “I’m gonna be fine, it just hurts sometimes and I didn’t have any medicine today. That’s all. Sorry, I scared you.” 

“You didn’t scare me,” he denies. 

You can’t help smiling, then. “Okay, I didn’t. Thanks for getting dad for me.” 

“He’s our hero,” Aaron says. He sits down beside you carefully, his voice quiet and his hand gentle as he holds your thigh. “I’m glad he did.” 

Jack climbs into his dad’s lap. Aaron wraps an arm around him, the other at your side, fingers tapping at you. 

You rub your forehead. Tip your head back and take a deep breath. 

“Jack,” you whisper, breathing out, “I’m sorry if I startled you. It doesn’t hurt anymore.” 

“It wasn’t scary, I said that already.” 

“Oh, you did?” Aaron teases. 

“It was okay, I just don’t want you to hurt.” 

“Only baby pains,” you say. 

For a few minutes, you and your small family sit there in silence. Aaron works a hand behind your back to hug you, Jack snuggles into his chest, and Charlie stirs in his swing seat. The quiet calms him, and he goes back to his soft snoring seconds later. 

“I’m sorry about your shower,” you whisper. 

“It’s okay. I’m sorry about my baby,” Aaron whispers back, drawing circles into your lower back, “he didn’t mean to chew you up.” 

“Ugh, I know.” 

Jack raises his nose. “What? Chew? Do babies bite?” 

“It’s an expression, babe.” 

“Oh.” He looks at his baby brother with suspicion anyways. “He doesn’t even have teeth?” 

“Buddy, it’s just a joke,” Aaron says, laughing as Jack slips out of his lap to go and look at Charlie in the seat. 

“Maybe he did have teeth,” you say. 

Aaron ushers you toward him, rests his cheek on your forehead. “It’ll feel better soon. You need to rest, that’s all.” 

“Your hair is so wet.” 

“I was in the shower.” 

“Sorry…” 

“Don’t be,” he says. “Don’t be.” 

You reach up to tousle his wet hair. “Miss showering with you.” 

“We showered last night.” 

“No, I stood there and you helped me wash my back, that’s not the same.” 

“Well, I enjoyed it.” 

“I bet you did.” 

Your fondness attracts many, many kisses, his nose nuzzling your cheek. You settle under the weight of him and watch Jack where he frowns at Charlie, big brown eyes squinted, waiting for a show of teeth that won’t happen. Aaron brings a hand to your tense stomach, waiting for you to lean back before he begins massaging the tensed muscle there with a slowness that borders unmoving. 

“Tell me if it hurts too much,” he says. 

“You can go finish your shower.” 

“I was finished. M’gonna start pressing in, okay?” 

You wince as Aaron begins, but slowly, slowly, the tenseness from your cramp softens. It still hurts, but he makes it manageable. Jack delivered your rescuer, and your rescuer loves a soft touch.

[healmydesires]

sweet like sugar ꕤ (l.h)

part one

pairing: Logan Howlett x fem!reader

summary: Now that Logan was finally able to call you his, he couldn’t get enough of you.

OR

Logan fucks you from behind.

genre: fluff + smut (18+ mdni)

word count: 3,7k

warnings/tags: friends to lovers, roommates to lovers, thunderstorms, literally the scene right after this fic, porn with NO plot, reader is described as shorter than logan, inexperienced!reader, hint at loss of virginity, unprotected sex, piv sex, doggy style, soft!dom logan, ok… just in overall bye, logan is soft for reader, sub!reader, creampie, overstimulation, major size kink, praise kink, dirty talk, logan talks you thru it. a lot more daddy kink in this one ngl. HEAVY ON THE BREEDING kink aaaaa sorry. I am still ovulating. they’re both FREAKS. scent kink? reader is also ovulating bye. lots of pet names. logan is worshipping his sweet girl ok! reader is a mutant but it’s not really mentioned in this part tho. reader has hair, no further description though. this is not beta read sorry!

a/n: GUESS WHAT!!! I finished part two that I wanted to originally post in the main fic but it kinda felt out of place idk either way!! I’m posting it now 🤪 I thought I’ll write what I WANT to read. this is high key self indulgent. english isn’t my first language so pls bear with me <3 this is just smut😭 I literally wrote this while ovulating…

this goes without saying, but if you don't like it don't read it <3

AO3 • masterlist

Logan manhandled your body, guiding your body so that you were lying on your stomach. He manoeuvred you in the position he wanted you to be. His hands came to hold your hips, pulling them up, your ass in the air for him.

He kneads the flesh of your cheeks before spreading them apart for him. Your body slumped slightly forward with exhaustion but Logan is quick to grip your hips, holding you in the same position. “Oh kitten, I’m not done with you yet.” He tutted.

You whimpered, feeling his eyes on your wet heat as it clenched repeatedly, aching and begging to be filled all over again and again. Logan growled as he stared at your entrance as your combined cum dripped down your hole, as you continued to clench around nothing. Your body trembled with anticipation.

Logan had made sure you’d cum several times before he took you for the first time. Before tonight, you were so inexperienced, a virgin actually. Now, all you could think about was that you wanted and needed him to continue and fuck you for hours, filling your pussy with his cum over and over again.

He leaned over you, covering your whole body with his own. Logan nuzzled your neck as he littered your skin with his kisses. You writhed against him, wishing he was just pushing his cock in you already and filling you up in the best way.

The air was stuffy all around you, each harsh breath released only thickening it up, leaving your skin hot and your mind fuzzy. Logan groaned into your ear, mouthing kisses along your neck, tongue trailing down the junction between your neck and shoulder before he gently nipped your skin.

Logan reached down to grasp his cock to line up with your tight entrance. He rubbed his tip firmly over your pulsing hole. Your mind was all over the place as his ministrations continued.

“Fuck, can’t wait to fill you up again.”

His breath caught in his throat as his cock smeared his pre cum against your already cum filled hole. The usual restraint between his mind and his words seemed to vanish, as words tumbled from his mouth.

“I wonder if you can handle this position already.” He whispered almost to himself as his hands kneaded your ass cheeks. “Your tiny pussy could barely handle my cock earlier…”

“No, daddy… I can take your big cock.” You whined desperately as you tried to push your hips against his own, hoping he’d enter your pussy again. You were squirming, as you kept trying to push his cock inside you, but Logan had a strong hold on you, which made it hard for you to move around too much. “I’m daddy’s good girl.”

At your words Logan growled, grasping your hips and tilting them more and pushed your trembling legs further apart.

Logan inhaled sharply. “You smell so good, kitten. I can smell your fertility. Your little pussy is practically begging for my cum.” He murmured against your ear. Your cheeks flushed with heat at his words. Logan continued as he pressed tender kisses down your neck, “Can’t wait to breed this pussy again and again with my cock. All night.” Logan moaned and you hissed at the heated sensation of his cock, your eyelids fluttering when you felt it press against your entrance.

A broken gasp left your lips as he finally slid the tip inside you. You felt his body moving behind you, sitting up against you, and you knew his eyes were on your pussy. He watched as your walls spread to try and begin to wrap around him. You whimpered at the new angle as you tried to accommodate his girth. He could barely get more of it in your tight walls at first, eventually using more force to open you up for him. It felt like you were being torn open, split in half.

“D-d-daddy…” you stuttered and mewled.

“I know baby girl, I know.” Logan moaned as he gradually slid more of his thickness inside you and you trembled more underneath him. Your pulsing walls were wrapped tightly around his cock, as your soaked pussy pulled him in more. The pressure of his massive dick deep within your walls overwhelmed you while you clutched the sheets below you in tight fists.

Logan towered over you, as he pushed more of his length inside you, his gaze focused on your clenching hole as his dick slowly disappeared more and more inside you.

You arched your back as you clung onto the bed sheets for dear life, nails digging into the comforters. You couldn’t keep quiet, little mewls and whimpers tumbled past your lips with ease as Logan slid inside.

“Ah, daddy… so big.” You whined.

“You take me so well, pretty girl. Doing so good for daddy.” He moaned as he leaned down to press a soft kiss against your cheek, as he kept pushing more of his girth in you slowly. Every time Logan would slide more inside your pussy would squeeze around him. You knew he was barely halfway in, still you felt so full.

“So full…”

“I know my sweet girl, I know. You’re doing so well, soon you’ll be filled with all of daddy’s cock.”

The whines and whimpers and moans kept spilling from your lips as Logan continued to push deeper and deeper. Your hands trembled as they gripped the sheets between your fingers while he penetrated your tight walls.

“P-please, need more. I can handle it daddy…” you whimpered as you tried to push back your trembling body against him, his cock sliding deeper inside you.

He groaned at your desperate whines and as you pushed back against him , losing his composure momentarily as he thrust the rest of his thick cock all the way inside your wetness. The head of his cock touched your cervix once he bottoms out. A scream left your mouth as you trembled underneath him, your pussy trying to adjust to his size as it clenched around his cock. You pushed your head into the pillows as pathetic whimpers kept falling from your lips.

“Christ, you’re so warm—fuck—so tight,” he growled, rambling without a thought, too enveloped in the feeling of your tight walls wrapped around him.

You moaned and squeezed around his cock at his words, leaving him panting above you. Both of his hands moved to grab at your ass cheeks, kneading them slowly and gently.

“God, sweetheart, you’re so fucking hot… and wet. How are you this tight?” Logan groaned — the deep timbre of his voice reverberating through the air.

There was an intense pressure deep within your stomach — Logan’s thick cock throbbed erratically inside you. The feeling of him nestled so deep within you had you sighing in pleasure. There was still a dull ache — from how wide he stretched you out; your walls pulled apart to their limits — but pleasure soon replaced the stinging ache. Gradually, you adjusted to Logan’s size and with an experimental swivel of your hips, you cried out in pleasure.

Fingers were digging harder into your ass, soft grunts and pants escaped his lips as you moved your hips slowly back against him. “Fuck— that’s it, baby. Grind all over my cock—you feel so good,” Logan growled as his head fell back. The soft murmuring of his voice ripped through the room, the sounds of his own pleasure intermingled with yours.

“Fuck, Logaaaan,” you whined — drawing out the syllables of his name. His hands were still on your ass — holding the plump flesh in his large hands while he squeezed and spread them apart.

Pleasure seeped into your veins, and you began grinding and squeezing more feverishly against him. Short gasps of pleasure slipped from your lips, as you felt his cock pulse inside your tight walls.

“Kitten, fuck, I can’t wait anymore. Need to fuck you.” He slurred and panted above you — euphoric elation dripped from his words. Your stomach twisted — the heat inside caused your stomach to flip and turn with every one of your movements. “Need to breed this pussy.”

“Ah, Lo—”

Both your breaths laboured as you’d feel his hips move, quickly pulling himself almost all the way out of your pussy, as you whined at the empty feeling. “Such a needy pussy.” Logan growled before he thrust himself all the way inside your cunt again.

“Ah ah fuck, daddy… oh my god—” you hiccup as he moved his hips slowly but hard against yours. You cried out as he thrust so deep inside you that it had your body slumping against the bed. Your pussy continued to pulse and squeeze around his thickness, as it tried to adjust to its girth still.

“Pussy needs to be filled all the time ain’t that right?” He groaned as he punctuated every word with a thrust.

You moaned loudly as you arched your back and pressed your ass up against him. He grabbed your asscheeks, keeping the angle perfect as he rolled his hips deeply into yours. You felt his cock throbbing inside you as you tightened around him.

He was so deep, hitting your cervix repeatedly which made your eyes roll back in your head.

“F-fuck baby girl, you’re so sexy like this.” Logan slowly picked up his pace at the sight of you throwing your head back. “You’re all mine, isn’t that right kitten?”

With every thrust, you couldn’t help but cry out in pleasure. Not only was Logan’s cock thick, but he was incredibly long too, his length just slightly curved: which allowed his head to drag against that sweet spot inside you.

Large hands moved to your hips, Logan gripped them tightly as he helped you move against him. Every movement had hot spikes of pleasure jolting across your skin, your toes curled in elation while your stomach twisted and knots violently. The ecstatic bliss of your impending orgasm called to you and you began bouncing your ass against him.

“Ah, y-yes yes yes, I’m all yours. P-please please f-fuuuck, I need m-mo—” you begged and you’re unable to finish your sentence as he gave you a particularly hard thrust.

You felt your arms almost giving out on you because of the force of his thrusts. Logan’s hands were clawing at the sides of your hips, guiding you with him, and he leaned down to place kisses on your upper back, his kisses travelled down your spine, until he leaned back up and just watched you as he fucked into you from behind.

Skin melded together, your sweat acting as a glue, you lost yourself into the feel of Logan. Your mind goes blank as all you could do was focus on the feeling of him stretching you, filling you up, so overwhelmed with bliss already. He thrust deeper inside you, which earned him whines and moans as you continued to cry out his name. You tried to tell him, breathlessly, about how good he made you feel.

The sound of your pleasure fuelled his desire to fuck you better, urged him to do more.

Logan picked up his pace, thrusting into you quicker, harder, hitting the spot that had your body going numb.

From above you, Logan fucked harder — his cock thrusting deeper into you. The additional sensation caused you to whimper, your pussy twitched as sheer, unadulterated bliss began flitting through your bloodstream. You were close — so close you could practically taste your orgasm; even if your mouth was completely dry from gasping his name and calling him daddy over and over again.

You clawed at the sheets, burying your face into the pillow to muffle your screams. The air was all stuffy around you as his hips moved faster, you whimpered as you tried to push back your hips against his to take more of his big cock. Your tiny pussy was so full of him, still trying to accommodate his thick girth as it pulsed and tightened around him. Logan moaned at the sight, kneading your ass as he tried to bury himself more inside you, his tip hitting your cervix instantly. Your eyes rolled back inside your head once again as you dug your fingers more into the bed, you mewled against the sheets at the overwhelming pleasure he was giving you.

You whined loudly as he shifted inside you, the new angle made him hit your sensitive spot inside you.

“Fuuuck,” Logan moaned. Your pussy was so wet and warm around him, your walls squeezed his cock with every thrust, “feels so good, kitten. You’re taking daddy’s cock so well.”

Your noises became louder and higher pitched as he continued his assault on your pussy, indicating that you were getting closer as well as the lewd sounds of your pussy that kept meeting his cock over and over again. The sounds mixed so well with your desperate cries.

Logan couldn’t help it, you looked so pretty like this. Fucked out beneath him and so fucking full of his cock, the closer he got to his orgasm the more the images of you filled with his cum consumed his thoughts.

“Your pussy is so tight and wet around me, begging me to fill you up in other ways… begging for my cum.” He groaned as he thrust harder into your heat. “Begging for me to breed her.”

“God, daddy-daddy please. Fuck I—” You whined as your eyes rolled back inside your head.

“What do you want, kitten?” He groaned while one of his hands reached around you to slip against your clit as you writhed against him as he applied pressure. The pleasure had the tension tightening in the pit of your stomach, dying for your release.

Suddenly, everything became too much: the pressure against your clit, his grunts, the sticky, sweaty feeling, his scent, his warmth, the drilling of his cock inside you. Just everything. You tried to catch your breath but from how Logan was thrusting inside you and the rubbing against your clit it felt almost impossible to do so.

“F-feels s-soo— F-fuck, I-I, daddyyyy—”

“Look at you,” he chuckled breathlessly, “so cock drunk and so fucked out you can barely talk.” He whispered once he leaned down as he buried his head in the crook of your neck, as he picked up his pace once again. He fucked you so fast and hard that you swore you never moaned so loud in your life. “Don’t worry, I think I know what you need.”

He leaned his body completely against yours as he continued to hit against your cervix repeatedly while one of his hands kept rubbing your little bundle of nerves. “Feels good doesn’t it, sweet girl?” You whimpered and trembled underneath him as you nodded, he moaned against your ear before he whispered close to you. “Does it feel good? That I’m fucking you like this? Just the way you wanted it.”

“Y-yes! F-feels sooooo so gooood, Looo—” you whined as he continued to hit your sensitive spots inside you. Logan’s fingers kept pressing down on your little nub making you squirm. The tension continued to build up as the pleasure became too overwhelming.

“That’s right, princess.”

Logan snapped his hips into you again and again, thrusting deep, causing you to see stars from knowing just how to pleasure you. You felt like your head was swimming once again as you whined. “I’m sooo so close, p-please… daddy… I’ve been such a good girl.” you begged desperately. You only needed one more little push, a little bit more attention to finally reach your peak again.

“Yes, you’ve been such a good girl for daddy.” He panted above you.

You cried out for him, your moans almost sounding like his name as he moved his head down again, pressing kisses all over the side of your face down your neck.

“Can’t wait, fuck—“ he breathed, he stopped himself to let out a loud groan, “can’t wait to fill you up. I keep dreaming about filling you up nice and good. ”

The words made you keen and pulse around his cock, as you moaned his name into the warm air of your bedroom. You wanted more, needed to hear more, wanted to know what else he wanted, what else he dreamed of but your voice was strangled, your brain incapable of forming a sentence.

“I keep dreaming about breeding this pussy until you’re fuckin’ pregnant.” He grunted before he whispered in your ear, “be a good girl and cum for daddy.”

“Fuck, oh my god,” you cried, a shrill wail as Logan’s words went straight to your pussy. Your cunt gushed all over Logan’s cock as he never stopped. His thrusts were hard and deep, enough to turn your vision starry.

“That’s it… that’s it, let go pretty girl.” He murmured lowly into your ear.

His hips never slowed down as he massaged your clit. And then the coil in your lower tummy snapped, your eyes rolled back into your head while you arched your back as your world dissolved into pure ecstasy. You couldn’t stop yourself from shaking as he talked you through it. You almost blacked out because of the intensity of your orgasm, trembling like crazy. You whimpered as the overstimulation got to you.

“Doing so good for me, baby.” He groaned as his pace became more erratic, with less finesse as he charged towards his own finish line. “Daddy wants to fill you up. N-need to fuck my cum into you, kitten. Breed you and get you nice and full…”

Your walls pulsed and tightened around him as he continued to hit your sweet spot inside you. He groaned as his movements became more sloppy. He cried out your name with a gasping breath. Loud mewls left your lips as he finally spilled his seed inside you, coating each inch of you with a warmth that pooled deep inside you. An instant wave of pleasure rolled throughout your body as he filled you up with his hot cum.

“Ah...” you whimpered underneath him as your body continued to shake.

He kept fucking his cock inside of you, fucking his cum deep inside of you until he was satisfied. Logan exhaled deeply as he came down from his high, his body slumping against your own. His cock was still lodged deep inside you, still half hard as he kept the cum inside your pussy. You whimpered as your pussy pulsed around him, as it kept clenching repeatedly around his still hard length.

You tried to catch your breath as Logan groaned while you continued tightening involuntarily around him. “Kitten,” he warned breathlessly, “don’t do that.”

“I can’t really help it.” You said under your breath.

He gently pulled out of your tiny spent hole, making you whimper at the loss and you felt his eyes on you, knowing that he watched his seed drool out of you. Your legs were spread wide, and your pussy slightly gaping from where he’d fucked you open. But he was much more focused on how his cum leaked out of you, his seed dripping down your hole. Chest swelling with pride, he couldn’t help but let out a lazy smile.Your pussy continued to clench repeatedly around nothing and he groaned at the sight. Logan made sure to plunge his pointer finger into your hole as you gasped, stuffing you back up with your shared cum.

You winced at the sensation, a whimper slipped from your lips at the sensitivity. Pressing a kiss to your knee, “We’ll have to clean you up,” Logan mumbled, even as he continued pushing his fingers inside you.

“Not now, I’m tired,” you murmured back whiningly. When the ache of oversensitivity got too much, you bat Logan’s hand away before you closed your legs.

With a low laugh, Logan pressed an apologetic kiss to your knee before picking you up effortlessly, making you yelp in surprise. “Up you go.” You were about to complain that you could walk perfectly to the bathroom on your own, when you felt sore and your legs felt incredibly numb.

Once he reached the bathroom, he sat you down on the edge of the bathtub all while running the water and surprising you with your favourite bath bomb, to create a bubble bath. It brought a smile to your face knowing he knew so much about you.

“Logan… how is it that you always know what I need?” You whispered as you looked at him dreamily.

“Isn’t that what your best friend and new boyfriend should know?” He gave you a teasing smile.

“Either way, thank you.” You whispered before pressing a soft kiss to his cheek.

“Anything for you, sweetheart.”

You leaned into Logan's gentle support as the tub filled. When it was ready, he carefully lifted you and helped you into the warm water. Looking up, you moved towards the centre, silently inviting him to join. Logan eased in behind you, and you shifted forward slightly so he could settle comfortably. The soothing warmth enveloped you both as you relaxed against him, relaxing instantly in the peaceful moment.​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​

His strong arms encircled your waist, drawing you closer until you were nestled securely against him. You let out a contented sigh, feeling the solid warmth of his chest behind you. The gentle rise and fall of his breathing was soothing, and you found yourself relaxing even further.

“I love you,” he whispered, his breath soft against your ear. His lips then traced a tender path down your neck, each kiss a gentle affirmation of his words. The sweet gesture sent a pleasant shiver through you.

A smile spread across your face as you settled deeper into his embrace, feeling utterly at peace. The moment felt perfect — safe, warm, and full of affection. You shifted against him, shuffling around as you moved closer into him in the water, you pressed your naked body against his. Face to face once again. Easily, your legs tangled together, and closing your eyes, you let his words and the comfort of his presence wash over you. Your heart swelled with emotion as you replied, your voice soft but filled with certainty.

“I love you too.”

In that quiet moment, surrounded by his warmth and care, you felt truly cherished. The storm outside seemed to fade away, leaving just the two of you in your own little bubble of contentment.​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​ And that’s how the rest of the night went, tender kisses and soft touches shared between you two as you enjoyed each other's company. Feeling so loved and at home as you melted in his embrace.

[necrotic-nephilim]

in lieu of having posted any writing/headcanons/asks in the past few days because i have been *so* busy and unable to do anything fandom-related which is terrible and evil, i have a poll out of morbid curiosity and self-indulgence. i've been meaning to ramble here about how i feel about DC's lack fo Deaf representation and which Batfam members i would personally make Deaf, but i am mildly curious about the larger opinion and now i will subject you all to the question, i would love to hear thoughts/opinions/headcanons on any specific choices. (would love d/Deaf/HoH opinions esp but i'm mostly expecting this to reach the hearing crowd, so opinions from hearing ppl are ones i'm very curious about. if you've never given it thought before you are going to now or else /lh)

[candied-heartss]

“i might let you make me juno!”

(stanford!art donaldson x fem!girlfriend!reader)

summary: art loves his sweet, little girlfriend, but thinks she'd look even better with a baby at her side!

cw: penetrative sex, unprotected sex (don't be fools wrap your tools, y'all), praise kink, missionary position, "baby-trapping" and references to pregnancy/bearing children (reader & art have talked beforehand), reader is fem and is referred to w she/her pronouns, slight size kink(?), inspired by sabrina carpenter's ‘juno’, really short n not exactly proofread so pls bare w me 😭😭

word #: 544 words

a/n: hey y'all!! guess who's back from the dead perchance lmao anyways sorry for basically being mia, classes have been kicking my ass 😭😭 anywhosies enjoy this self-indulgent brain vomit xx <33

"art, honey... i think i wanna try it..."

ever since those words fell from your lips all those weeks ago, art has been nothing but driven completely wild.

almost every night, after coming home from a particularly long practice match or studying, it would always end the same. you bent over or laid up on the nearest piece of furniture while he pounded into you like no tomorrow.

now, of course, you loved it all. the sloppy, almost clumsy nature of his hastily timed thrusts, the tight, but loving grip he held on your hips and thighs, and the praise that would fall off of his tongue like sugar.

"doin' so good, sweet girl... love this cunt, love you s'much... wanna give it to you..." he would murmur into your ear, hips colliding with yours.

"want it... please, art... want it sooo bad." you would cry out softly, only to gasp whenever he would inevitably give in to your pleas and press you tight up against him.

"you feel that? that's me..." he would boast with a quiet, almost prideful chuckle as his hand ghosted over your lower abdomen where he could feel your cunt greedily clenching and taking him in, "god, i just... wanna put a baby in you, you'd look so damn pretty pregnant." and the mere thought of it, you all round and swollen, your breasts tender to the touch and your nipples so easily malleable, especially under art's touch, made you shiver with need.

and each time, he always seemed to know when you were on the brink of a mind-numbing orgasm, as if he had a six sense designated for your pleasure, only.

"c'mon, sweetheart... lemme feel it." he would practically moan in your ear, his thrusts becoming more harsh and punctuated, making the occasional choked whine slip from your throat.

"a-art!... coming, 'm gonna come..." you would practically shriek, clutching onto him as if you were afraid he'd disappear if you didn't. your eyes then rolled back as the buildup finally came crashing down, rendering you in a dazed state and turning both your bones and brain into a melted puddle. art then swiftly followed with a groan, leaning his head back in pure, unadulterated ecstasy as your cunt milked his cock for all its worth.

as you began to come down from your prolonged high, you could still feel him thrusting inside of you, desperately chasing a release of his own, before he finally came with a hoarse grunt, shaky, pleasured sighs leaving the both of your mouths as you felt him from you up entirely with his cum.

and when he pulls out, it only then spurs on the incentive to finish what he started. moving back in between your thighs, he leans in close to your aching, swollen cunt before dragging his fingers through the spend that dripped out of you before carefully plunging them back into you, causing a weak moan to fall out of your mouth.

"careful, baby," art then muses with an almost playful smile painted on his lips, "we're not finished 'til you can make me a daddy, okay?"

and, god, you swore that if you could, those words could definitely make you fall in love with him all over again.

[inou-ie]

Pairing: Jingliu x Ruan Mei

Warnings: alternate universe - historical, courtesan ruan mei, trans jingliu, cunnilingus, vaginal sex, , creampie, rough sex, breeding, multiple orgasms, overstimulation, fluff and smut, eventual smut

Author's notes: just reuploading my works from ao3 for my tumblr children!

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The first time Jingliu stepped into the brothel, her gaze was immediately ensnared by the sight of a captivating woman skillfully playing a string instrument. The courtesan’s porcelain complexion and cascading chestnut locks, adorned with turquoise accents, held Jingliu in rapt attention.

She had entered merely due to an invitation, yet found herself unexpectedly drawn to the allure of one particular courtesan. Despite her initial reluctance, Jingliu found herself drawn to the offer bestowed upon her as a sword master – the privilege to select any courtesan of her choosing.

Intent on departing without indulging in such luxuries, she couldn’t shake the impulse that stirred within her. Before she knew it, she was already having her way to a private chamber, her heart pounding with anticipation, compelled by an inexplicable pull towards the courtesan with chestnut-hued locks, whose allure had captivated her from the moment they first met.

“Good evening… I am Ruan Mei,” the courtesan introduced herself with a graceful bow, cradling her ruan tenderly in her arms.

“You may call me Jingliu,” she replied softly, settling into a seat opposite Ruan Mei with a quiet sigh, her gaze lingering on the enigmatic woman before her.

“Jingliu…” Ruan Mei echoed, her voice imbued with a delicate warmth as she endeavored to recall a distant memory. With a practiced yet strained smile, she gently set her instrument aside before selecting a bottle of wine, pouring a glass for Jingliu with practiced precision.

“A sword master, if I’m not mistaken?” Ruan Mei’s voice carried a soft lilt as she attempted to initiate small talk, following the prescribed protocol. “I’ve heard whispers of your prowess… from some of my patrons,” she murmured softly, nudging the glass towards Jingliu with care.

“You carry quite a reputation,” Ruan Mei added, her gaze fixed upon the tabletop rather than meeting her customer’s eyes, a subtle sign of deference ingrained in her demeanor.

“That is merely a title…” Jingliu responded with a respectful nod, noting Ruan Mei’s avoidance of eye contact as she accepted the glass of wine.

As Jingliu took a sip, she broached the delicate subject of their arrangement. “Sexual…” Her words hung in the air, causing Ruan Mei to visibly tense, her demeanor shifting uneasily. Noticing the discomfort, Jingliu decided not to mention it directly.

She gently tapped her finger on the table to capture Ruan Mei’s attention. “I’ve been informed that such services are not within your offerings, so there’s no need for concern… I’m not here for such matters,” she reassured, finishing the remainder of her wine in a single gulp.

Ruan Mei let out a relieved sigh, her shoulders relaxing as she reached for the wine bottle once more, intending to pour another glass for Jingliu. However, Jingliu halted her with a polite gesture.

“No need, I can pour for myself,” Jingliu stated calmly, taking the bottle from Ruan Mei’s grasp and positioning it within her reach, a silent gesture of self-sufficiency.

As Ruan Mei finally met Jingliu’s piercing crimson gaze, her own eyes widened imperceptibly at the sight of the formidable and striking woman before her. It was a rare occurrence for Ruan Mei to meet a customer’s gaze so directly, but she found herself captivated by the intensity of Jingliu’s eyes and the peculiarity of their interaction which was very different than the usual clients she encountered.

“Then… what can I do for you?” Ruan Mei inquired, her fingers instinctively seeking solace in the familiar embrace of her instrument.

“You were quite skilled at playing that instrument,” Jingliu remarked, her gaze softening as she met Ruan Mei’s eyes with a faint smile. “I’d like to witness your performance once more,” she requested, a glimmer of anticipation dancing in her eyes.

“Is that really all you’ll ask of me?” Ruan Mei’s voice trembled with hesitation, her mind flashing back to the deceptive tactics employed by previous patrons who feigned kindness and gentleness to manipulate her into engaging in sexual activities.

With a subtle nod, Jingliu reclined in her seat, pouring herself another glass of wine with deliberate movements. “Yes, that’s all,” she affirmed calmly, her demeanor exuding a sense of sincerity as she lifted the glass to her lips, taking a measured sip.

Ruan Mei paused for a moment to think before gracefully lifting her ruan into her arms, her movements were fluid and effortless, a testament to years of dedication and practice. With delicate precision, her slender fingers danced across the strings, coaxing forth a melody that seemed to weave through the air like an ethereal tapestry.

Each pluck of the strings resonated with a gentle yet haunting melody, filling the room with a sense of tranquility. Ruan Mei’s brow furrowed in concentration, her eyes closed in serene focus as she lost herself in the music she created.

Jingliu was mesmerized by the sight before her, finding herself entranced by the sheer beauty and gracefulness of Ruan Mei’s performance. The way her fingers moved across the strings with such finesse, the subtle tilt of her head as she leaned into each note, it was as if she embodied the very essence of elegance and poise.

Lost in the hypnotic rhythm of the music, Jingliu felt the tension melt away from her muscles, replaced by a profound sense of calm. It was a rare moment of respite amidst the chaos of her daily life, and for that, she was grateful.

As the final notes of the melody lingered in the air, Jingliu found herself reluctant to break the spell woven by Ruan Mei’s enchanting performance. With a soft sigh of contentment, she set her glass aside, her gaze lingering on the courtesan before her with a newfound sense of admiration and appreciation.

“That was… very beautiful,” Jingliu remarked softly, a faint smile gracing her lips as she savored the lingering echoes of Ruan Mei’s melody. The intensity of her gaze softened as she met Ruan Mei’s eyes, a silent exchange of appreciation passing between them.

“Thank you,” Ruan Mei responded softly, her fingers gently caressing the smooth surface of her ruan as she spoke. “I love playing this…” she murmured, a tender affection evident in her voice.

“I’ve only had the pleasure of hearing you play twice, but…” Jingliu’s voice trailed off, her movements fluid as she poured herself another glass of wine. “But I truly love it. The way you play is incredibly calming,” she admitted before taking another sip, her gaze lingering on Ruan Mei with genuine admiration.

Hearing Jingliu’s words, Ruan Mei couldn’t help but feel a flutter of warmth in her chest. It was the first time someone had complimented her playing in such a heartfelt manner, and she found herself drawn to Jingliu’s sincerity.

“I… love embroidery too,” Ruan Mei suddenly confessed, surprising both herself and Jingliu with her candid admission. There was something about the genuine connection she felt with Jingliu that emboldened her to share her other passions.

With a gentle smile, Jingliu nodded in understanding. “It seems you have interest for things that are… relaxing. Perhaps you could teach me embroidery next time,” she suggested, her expression serene as she settled back into her seat.

“Teach you…?” Ruan Mei’s voice carried a mix of surprise and curiosity as she edged closer to Jingliu, her eyes reflecting the newfound emotions stirring within her. The simple act of sharing her interests and receiving a positive response was a novel experience for Ruan Mei, one that filled her with a sense of warmth and connection she had never felt with anyone else before.

With a gentle nod, Jingliu met Ruan Mei’s gaze, her expression earnest and sincere. “Yes, if that is alright with you,” she affirmed, her chin resting delicately upon her palm.

Ruan Mei’s mind raced, searching for more aspects of herself to share with this unexpected confidante. “I like pastries as well…” she confessed softly, her eyes flickering with anticipation as she awaited Jingliu’s reaction.

Jingliu blinked in surprise at the revelation before letting out a small chuckle. “You do? Would you like me to bring you one when I visit you next time?” she offered, a genuine warmth infusing her words.

The delighted expression that spread across Ruan Mei’s face was a sight to behold. “You would?” she breathed, a hint of admiration shining in her eyes as she regarded Jingliu.

And so, the conversation flowed effortlessly between them, with Ruan Mei sharing more of her interests and ideas with each passing moment. From her love for traditional theater to her fascination with life sciences, she poured out her thoughts and passions to Jingliu, who listened with rapt attention.

For the first time in her life, Ruan Mei felt as though she was engaged in a genuine interaction, free from the constraints of obligation as a courtesan. She no longer felt the need to put on a facade for her customers; instead, she could simply be herself.

Meanwhile, Jingliu savored the sound of Ruan Mei’s voice, finding solace in the simplicity of their conversation. It was a welcome reprieve from the chaos of battle in her daily life as a sword master, a reminder of the beauty and humanity that existed beyond the confines of her sword.

“Would you come back?” Ruan Mei’s voice was soft, her fingers lightly grasping the fabric of Jingliu’s sleeve as she sought her attention before she departed.

“Of course, with desserts next time,” Jingliu replied with a gentle nod, her touch tender as she patted Ruan Mei’s hand reassuringly.

As Jingliu left the brothel, Ruan Mei couldn’t shake the sense of excitement that bubbled within her. It was yet another new sensation, unfamiliar yet exhilarating. The memory of their meaningful conversation lingered in her mind, each word exchanged between them a testament to the genuine connection they had shared.

For the first time in her life, Ruan Mei felt her heart race with anticipation, a flutter of hope stirring within her. Jingliu’s respectful demeanor and genuine interest in her had left a profound impact, filling a void that had long existed within her.

In that fleeting moment of interaction, Ruan Mei had experienced something she had been missing for so long—a true connection, untainted by the expectations of her profession. And for that, she felt a sense of gratitude and longing, eager for the next opportunity to converse with Jingliu once more.

As the days stretched into weeks, Ruan Mei found herself eagerly awaiting Jingliu’s return, her interactions with other customers now feeling mundane and exhausting in comparison. She longed for the comfort of their conversations, the genuine connection she had felt with the sword master.

Finally, after a month had passed, Jingliu reappeared at the brothel, her presence bringing a sense of relief and anticipation to Ruan Mei’s heart.

“Good evening…” Jingliu greeted with a faint smile, though the weariness in her eyes did not go unnoticed by Ruan Mei.

“Jingliu…” Ruan Mei murmured softly, her gaze drifting to the bandages adorning Jingliu’s arms and the patches on her face.

“Are you alright?” she inquired, edging closer to Jingliu in concern, her eyes scanning the extent of her injuries.

Jingliu simply nodded, not wanting to burden Ruan Mei with her troubles. With a gentle motion, she reached inside her clothing, retrieving a carefully wrapped dessert and presenting it to Ruan Mei with a small smile.

“As promised,” Jingliu mumbled, her voice tinged with exhaustion as she settled into her seat with a deep sigh, closing her eyes in weariness.

Ruan Mei followed Jingliu’s lead, settling into her seat across from her before gently cradling her ruan in her arms. “Shall I play for you?” she offered with a warm smile, hoping to offer some form of solace to the weary sword master.

“Mhm, it’s alright… eat your dessert first. Don’t worry, I made sure nothing is mixed in that,” Jingliu reassured, her tired eyes flickering with a hint of amusement as she watched Ruan Mei’s reaction.

With a nod of understanding, Ruan Mei accepted the dessert from Jingliu, carefully unwrapping it to reveal a slice of cake that looked almost too beautiful to eat. Its golden crust shimmered under the soft glow of the brothel’s lights, tempting her with its decadent aroma.

Ruan Mei’s eyes widened in surprise as she took in the sight before her. Unlike the drugged offerings she had received from previous clients, this dessert appeared to be pure and untainted. A sense of trust blossomed within her, a rare feeling she had not experienced in quite some time.

Tilting her head in curiosity, Ruan Mei examined the pastry before taking a small, tentative bite. The flavors exploded on her palate, a symphony of sweetness and indulgence that filled her with a sense of warmth and contentment.

For the first time in a long while, Ruan Mei allowed herself to savor the simple pleasure of a delicious treat, grateful for the genuine kindness and consideration shown to her by Jingliu.

“It’s delicious…” Ruan Mei remarked between bites, her expression alight with pleasure as she savored the flavors of the pastry, while Jingliu watched with a soft smile.

“I’m glad…” Jingliu murmured, her fatigue momentarily forgotten as she took in the sight of Ruan Mei’s enjoyment.

Feeling a surge of affection, Ruan Mei scooted closer to Jingliu, extending her arm to offer a bite of the dessert to the sword master. Initially declining with a gentle shake of her head, Jingliu relented when Ruan Mei silently insisted, bringing the pastry to her lips.

With a small, reluctant smile, Jingliu took a small bite, the sweetness of the dessert mingling with the warmth of Ruan Mei’s gesture. As she savored the flavor, she couldn’t help but be captivated by the delight that danced across Ruan Mei’s face.

Jingliu felt a sense of connection that transcended the boundaries of their respective roles. It was a simple gesture, yet it spoke volumes of the genuine bond that had formed between them—a bond that Jingliu cherished more than words could express.

With a soft sigh of contentment, Ruan Mei scooted even closer to Jingliu, their sides touching as they sat beside each other. She continued to munch on the dessert, humming softly in delight as Jingliu watched her with a serene expression.

They didn’t need words to fill the space between them; the simple sound of Ruan Mei’s humming sufficed to create an atmosphere of tranquility and ease. As Jingliu’s gaze lingered on Ruan Mei, her eyes were drawn to the soft curve of her lips, adorned with a delicate layer of frosting from the dessert. Ruan Mei’s makeup was light and understated, accentuating her natural beauty with subtle touches of color that complemented her brown hair and turquoise accents. A hint of chapstick added a soft sheen to her lips, enhancing their natural allure and drawing Jingliu’s gaze.

As soon Ruan Mei finished eating, she leaned towards Jingliu. A soft sigh of satisfaction escaped her lips and Jingliu reciprocated the gesture, their bodies instinctively drawing closer in the quiet intimacy of the moment. “Thank you for the food,” Ruan Mei murmured, her voice carrying a note of genuine gratitude.

“It was my pleasure,” Jingliu responded, her gaze softening as she watched Ruan Mei settle against her, an overwhelming urge to embrace her surging within her. However, she resisted the impulse, mindful of the courtesan’s aversion to physical touch.

“What… can I do for you in return?” Ruan Mei mumbled, her curious gaze meeting Jingliu’s with a sincerity that touched the sword master’s heart. It was a look she had never received from anyone else, a testament to the unique connection they shared.

Jingliu shook her head gently, offering reassurance. “It’s alright, you don’t have to. It was a gift,” she assured, though a flicker of confusion crossed her features at Ruan Mei’s insistence on reciprocity.

“But… both of us have to benefit,” Ruan Mei persisted, her determination evident in her tone. “How about… I show you how to do embroidery?” she suggested, a faint smile gracing her lips as she met Jingliu’s gaze.

The suggestion took Jingliu by surprise, her features softening into a smile at the unexpected offer. “I would like that,” she replied earnestly, her eyes reflecting a genuine warmth as she looked at Ruan Mei.

Ruan Mei retrieved her embroidery kit with a sense of purpose, eager to share her passion with Jingliu. Returning to their previous position, where they leaned against each other in quiet companionship, she began her tutorial with gentle guidance.

“So first, you do this…” Ruan Mei’s voice was soft and measured as she demonstrated the delicate art of embroidery, her slender fingers moving with grace and precision. Each movement was deliberate, each stitch executed with care, as she imparted her knowledge to Jingliu.

As Ruan Mei guided her through the process, Jingliu couldn’t help but be captivated by the sight before her. Ruan Mei’s hands moved with a fluidity that spoke of years of practice and dedication. Her focused expression reflected a deep connection to the craft, a passion that shone through in every stitch.

Despite Ruan Mei’s patient instruction, Jingliu found herself entranced by the beauty of her hands and the concentration etched upon her features. It was a mesmerizing sight, one that drew her gaze irresistibly, even as she attempted to focus on the task at hand.

“Would you like to try?” Ruan Mei’s voice carried a hint of anticipation as she looked up at Jingliu, offering her the embroidery hoop. The sword master nodded, accepting the delicate tool with care, but her attempt at replicating Ruan Mei’s movements resulted in a mess of tangled threads and misplaced stitches.

With an apologetic chuckle, Jingliu sighed in slight embarrassment. “Forgive me… my hands are used to holding a sword,” she mumbled, her tone tinged with self-deprecation, eliciting an amused chuckle from Ruan Mei.

“That’s alright, it was your first time,” Ruan Mei reassured, her gaze drifting to the scars and bandages that adorned Jingliu’s hands and arms.

Almost unconsciously, Ruan Mei’s hand reached out to gently trace the scars, her touch light and tentative. “Do they hurt?” she asked softly, her voice filled with concern.

“They’ve healed, so they don’t hurt,” Jingliu reassured, flipping her hand to show her palms, silently hoping for Ruan Mei to place her hand in hers. To her surprise, the courtesan complied, her delicate hand resting in Jingliu’s palm.

Jingliu’s heart skipped a beat at the contact, her pulse quickening as she slowly closed her hand around Ruan Mei’s, testing the waters to see if the gesture was welcomed. It was a tentative gesture, born out of a desire to offer comfort, and she held her breath, waiting for Ruan Mei’s response.

Ruan Mei gazed up at Jingliu, giving her hand a gentle squeeze before withdrawing almost immediately, causing a twinge of disappointment to flicker across the sword master’s features. She had hoped to hold onto that fleeting connection a little longer, but her disappointment was quickly replaced by a rush of anticipation as Ruan Mei’s hands moved to caress her bandaged arms.

“How about these, do they hurt?” Ruan Mei’s voice was soft and gentle, her touch tender and comforting.

“Not at all, I’m used to this,” Jingliu reassured, her voice steady despite the emotions swirling within her. Her gaze shifted down to watch Ruan Mei’s hands as they explored her arms with gentle care, her touch leaving a trail of warmth in its wake. As Ruan Mei’s hands traced the contours of her scars with a tenderness that took her breath away, Jingliu felt a rush of gratitude wash over her.

“You have plenty of muscles…” Ruan Mei murmured, her touch tracing the contours of Jingliu’s arms before moving upwards to explore her shoulders, feeling the strength beneath the surface.

“I… hold my sword every day…” Jingliu responded softly, her gaze locked with Ruan Mei’s, a silent acknowledgment of the physical demands of her profession.

Ruan Mei nodded in understanding, her fingers now delicately tracing Jingliu’s neck, her touch light and probing as she felt for the rhythm of her pulse and the flutter of her veins.

“It’s fast…” Ruan Mei tilted her head in confusion, her gaze searching Jingliu’s face for answers. But Jingliu remained silent, her eyes averted as she struggled to admit the truth—that it was Ruan Mei’s presence, her touch, that set her heart racing with a fervor she could scarcely contain.

With a deep sigh, Jingliu gently reached up to brush a stray strand of hair away from Ruan Mei’s face, a tender gesture that the courtesan seemed to welcome as she leaned into Jingliu’s touch. The longing to hold the courtesan grew stronger with each passing moment, Jingliu’s heart aching with the desire to embrace this beautiful woman in her arms.

“Thank you for today…” Jingliu mumbled softly, reluctantly pulling her hand away, her gaze filled with an unspoken yearning.

“You’re going already?” Ruan Mei’s voice was tinged with confusion, her hands lingering on Jingliu’s shoulders as if reluctant to let her go.

“Forgive me… As much as I wanted to stay longer… I have duties to attend to,” Jingliu sighed regretfully, her expression reflecting the weight of her responsibilities as a sword master.

“Would you come back again soon?” Ruan Mei’s voice was soft, almost pleading, as she looked up at Jingliu with a mixture of hope and uncertainty. For her, Jingliu represented more than just another customer; she was the first person to truly see her, to acknowledge her as more than just a courtesan. In Jingliu, she had found a kindred spirit, someone who listened to her interests and treated her with genuine respect and care.

With a small smile, Jingliu nodded in reassurance. “Of course, I’ll make sure to,” she promised, her words carrying a sense of sincerity that warmed Ruan Mei’s heart.

Before Jingliu departed, Ruan Mei reached out, offering her the unfinished embroidery they had worked on together. It was a silent yet poignant reminder of the bond they shared, a testament to the connection they had forged in the quiet moments they had spent together.

Jingliu accepted the embroidery with gratitude, her fingers lingering on the fabric as she took in the intricate stitches and delicate patterns. It was a symbol of their shared experiences, a tangible reminder of the promise they had made to each other—to finish what they had started, together.

With a final glance at Ruan Mei, Jingliu tucked the embroidery safely away, a silent vow to return and complete their project. As she left the brothel behind, her heart felt lighter, buoyed by the hope of future encounters with the woman who had captured her heart in ways she had never imagined possible.

Ruan Mei waited patiently, her gaze fixed expectantly on the entrance to the private chamber each day, hoping against hope that it would be Jingliu who walked through the door. But day after day, the sword master failed to appear, and with each passing moment, Ruan Mei’s demeanor towards her other clientele grew colder and more aloof.

Even as she poured them wine or tea, her expression betrayed her inner disgust towards them. Her interactions with them became increasingly curt and detached, her reluctance to engage in idle chatter evident in her distant demeanor. 

Weeks turned into months, and still, Jingliu remained absent. With each passing day, Ruan Mei’s longing for the sword master intensified, a gnawing ache in the depths of her soul that refused to be appeased. Despite her foul mood, she continued to entertain her other customers, fulfilling her duties with a sense of resignation that bordered on despair.

But deep down, Ruan Mei yearned to escape from it all—to leave behind the confines of her profession and seek solace in the arms of the one person who had made her feel truly safe and respected. Jingliu’s absence weighed heavily on her heart, a constant reminder of the emptiness that pervaded her existence in the absence of the one person who had touched her soul in ways she had never imagined possible.

Ruan Mei hugged her ruan tightly, her sigh echoing the heaviness in her heart as she stared blankly at the table where she awaited her customer for the night.

“Good evening…”

The familiar voice startled Ruan Mei, causing her to lift her head abruptly, her heart racing at the sight of the crimson orbs that met her gaze.

Without hesitation, Ruan Mei rose from her seat, her hands trembling slightly as she approached the sword master, her eyes betraying a mixture of relief and longing as she reached out to grasp Jingliu’s hand with both of hers.

“I thought you wouldn’t come back…” Ruan Mei’s voice was soft, barely above a whisper, her words heavy with unspoken emotion.

“Forgive me… I was away on duty…” Jingliu’s response was gentle, her touch reassuring as she held Ruan Mei’s hand in return.

As Ruan Mei took a closer look at Jingliu, she couldn’t help but notice the fresh injuries that marred the sword master’s appearance—the bandages, the bruises. Concern flickered in her eyes as she met Jingliu’s gaze, her worry evident in the furrow of her brows.

“I’m alright… I’m sorry I came straight here after returning,” Jingliu trailed off, her tone tinged with regret as she noticed Ruan Mei’s concerned expression. “I didn’t have time to prepare myself properly,” she explained with a weary sigh, the weight of her responsibilities weighing heavily upon her shoulders.

Noticing the exhaustion etched upon the sword master’s features, Ruan Mei acted instinctively, settling down on the bed before gently patting her lap in invitation.

“Please, get some rest,” Ruan Mei urged softly, her voice infused with concern as she gestured for Jingliu to lie down.

“I-I’m completely fine…” Jingliu attempted to protest, her voice tinged with stubbornness, but the pleading look in Ruan Mei’s eyes softened her resolve, and she found herself slowly approaching the courtesan.

“Then, just a bit…” Jingliu relented with a defeated sigh, allowing herself to lie down on the bed and rest her head upon Ruan Mei’s lap. The gentle caress of Ruan Mei’s fingers in her hair brought a sense of comfort and solace, easing the tension in Jingliu’s weary frame.

“I have been waiting for you,” Ruan Mei murmured, her voice soft and full of longing as she gazed down at Jingliu, her eyes devoid of the usual facade of indifference she presented to her other customers. There was only admiration and affection shining in her eyes, a reflection of the deep connection she shared with the sword master.

“Mhm, forgive me,” Jingliu responded, her voice barely above a whisper as she closed her eyes, allowing herself to succumb to the soothing sensation of Ruan Mei’s gentle touches. Jingliu felt a sense of peace wash over her, the weight of her burdens momentarily lifted in the presence of the woman who had come to mean so much to her.

As Ruan Mei continued to hum softly, her fingers gently tracing patterns through Jingliu’s hair, the sword master felt herself being lulled into a state of peaceful relaxation. The gentle touch of the courtesan’s fingers against her scalp was incredibly soothing, and soon Jingliu found her eyelids growing heavy with drowsiness.

Though Ruan Mei longed to engage Jingliu in conversation, seeing the exhaustion etched upon her features, she chose instead to focus on providing her with the comfort and relaxation she so clearly needed. With each gentle stroke of her fingers and each soft hum that escaped her lips, Ruan Mei worked to lull Jingliu into a state of tranquility, allowing the weight of her burdens to momentarily slip away.

Before long, Jingliu appeared to have succumbed to the embrace of slumber, her breathing steady and her expression serene. Ruan Mei couldn’t help but marvel at the sight of the normally stoic sword master, her face softened in sleep, a rare glimpse of vulnerability.

“I wish you could stay with me forever…” Ruan Mei whispered softly, her hand tenderly caressing Jingliu’s hair as she traced the contours of her features with gentle fingers.

With a sigh, Ruan Mei carefully arranged Jingliu on the bed, ensuring she was comfortable and at ease. Placing a soft pillow beneath her head, she lingered for a moment longer, her gaze lingering on Jingliu’s peaceful expression.

But as Ruan Mei stood up, a sudden thought crossed her mind—a fleeting impulse that she couldn’t ignore...

How would it feel, she wondered, to be held in Jingliu's strong and protective embrace?

As Ruan Mei kept looking at Jingliu, her heart raced with a mixture of longing and apprehension. Her eyes traced the contours of the sword master’s form, lingering on the bandaged arms, the exposed skin of her neck, and the scars that adorned her body. But it was Jingliu’s lips that captivated her most, their softness and allure stirring something deep within her.

With a trembling breath, Ruan Mei gulped, her pulse quickening at the sight before her. Before she could fully comprehend her actions, her body moved of its own accord, drawing her closer to Jingliu until she lay beside her, her gaze never wavering.

“Jingliu…” Ruan Mei whispered, her voice barely above a murmur, filled with a desperate longing to keep the sword master by her side.

At the sound of her name, Jingliu stirred from her slumber, her eyes fluttering open to meet Ruan Mei’s intense gaze. Startled by the proximity of the courtesan, Jingliu sat up abruptly, her expression a mixture of surprise and confusion.

“I fell asleep… forgive me,” Jingliu murmured with a sigh, but Ruan Mei followed suit, sitting up beside her, her gaze never wavering as she continued to gaze at the sword master with undisguised longing.

Sensing the intensity of Ruan Mei’s gaze, Jingliu couldn’t help but meet her eyes, a flicker of curiosity sparking within her own crimson orbs.

“Is there something on my face?” Jingliu inquired, her hand instinctively reaching up to touch her features, searching for any imperfections.

“Nothing,” Ruan Mei replied softly, her voice barely above a whisper as she edged closer to Jingliu, their proximity closing the distance between them.

“I have an insane request…” Ruan Mei murmured, her voice trembling with uncertainty as she clasped Jingliu’s hand in hers, their fingers intertwining in a silent plea.

“What is it?” Jingliu responded, her voice gentle yet tinged with curiosity as she regarded Ruan Mei with a soft smile.

Ruan Mei’s breath caught in her throat as she gathered her courage, her heart pounding with anticipation.

“Would you… consider buying me out?” Ruan Mei’s voice wavered as she voiced her request, her gaze searching Jingliu’s for any hint of a response.

“If it’s you… then…” Ruan Mei trailed off, her voice barely a whisper as she leaned closer to Jingliu, the air between them charged with tension and unspoken longing.

Jingliu’s surprise was masked by a practiced facade of composure, her expression unreadable as she processed Ruan Mei’s request. For a moment, there was silence between them, broken only by the sound of Jingliu's voice.

“Buy you out…?” Jingliu repeated, her gaze drifting to the side as she contemplated Ruan Mei’s request.

“Yes, I don’t think I’ll be able to bear waiting for you for months again,” Ruan Mei confessed, her voice tinged with vulnerability as she sought reassurance from the sword master.

Her words hung in the air, heavy with longing and desperation, as she expressed her inability to bear the separation any longer. Her hands gripped Jingliu’s clothing, as if seeking an anchor in the tumult of emotions swirling between them.

Jingliu turned her gaze back to Ruan Mei, her crimson eyes widening slightly in surprise at the gravity of the situation. The idea of purchasing a courtesan out seemed surreal to her, a notion that had never crossed her mind before.

Despite her status as a renowned sword master, the thought of buying someone out of servitude, especially someone as sought-after as Ruan Mei, felt daunting and unfamiliar.

For a moment, Jingliu remained silent, the weight of Ruan Mei’s request settling heavily upon her shoulders as she grappled with the implications of such a decision. She knew that money was not an issue for her, but the notion of owning another person, even with the intention of granting them freedom, gave her pause.

Feeling the weight of the silence, Ruan Mei’s anxiety bubbled up until she could bear it no longer. With a desperate gesture, she seized Jingliu’s arms, enfolding them around herself tightly, causing the sword master’s breath to catch in her throat.

“I don’t want anyone else to approach me… I want you to be the only one who can see me… talk to me and touch me,” Ruan Mei whispered against Jingliu’s chest, her voice soft yet pleading.

“I want to serve you… and only you,” she added, her gaze meeting Jingliu’s with unwavering determination.

As if responding to an unspoken command, Jingliu instinctively drew Ruan Mei closer, holding her in a tight embrace as if shielding her from the world.

“How could I ever refuse a request like this…” Jingliu murmured softly, her arms cradling Ruan Mei’s head and back, offering comfort and reassurance in the warmth of their embrace.

Ruan Mei’s heart raced as she felt herself melting in Jingliu’s arms. It was everything she had yearned for—a tight hold that made her feel safe and cherished.

With a soft sigh, she dared to inch closer, carefully climbing onto Jingliu’s lap, straddling her form and enveloping the sword master in her own embrace. It was as if she sought to merge with Jingliu, to become one with her being.

“Ah… this is…” Jingliu’s voice faltered, her throat tightening as she observed Ruan Mei clinging to her, their bodies intertwined in an intimate embrace that stirred emotions within her.

“Jingliu…” Ruan Mei’s voice was barely a whisper as she nuzzled into the comforting scent of the sword master, her body pressing even closer despite their already intimate proximity.

Jingliu could feel her own heartbeat quicken, but she forced herself to take slow, deep breaths, attempting to regain her composure and steady her nerves. She didn’t want to do anything that might frighten or unsettle Ruan Mei, after all.

“I feel… delighted. Being with you is all I desire,” Ruan Mei whispered, her touch gentle as she ran her fingers along Jingliu’s neck and cheek.

Jingliu couldn’t help but feel a rush of warmth at Ruan Mei’s words, her arms instinctively tightening around the courtesan to offer support as she sat on her lap.

“Are you certain?” Jingliu asked, her voice soft yet filled with concern.

Ruan Mei nodded, a faint smile gracing her lips. “I want to belong to you, and only you,” she affirmed.

Jingliu felt her blood rush, unable to hide her own flustered state, especially with Ruan Mei so intimately close.

With a gentle sigh, Jingliu pulled back slightly, her gaze fixed intently on Ruan Mei’s face. As their eyes locked, Jingliu’s expression softened, and she leaned in closer, her focus shifting to Ruan Mei’s inviting lips.

The movement was slow and deliberate, allowing Ruan Mei the opportunity to retreat if she wished, but Ruan Mei remained still, leaning in to meet Jingliu halfway.

Their lips trembled slightly as they drew nearer, the anticipation palpable in the air. Finally, their lips met in a tender kiss, sending a jolt of electricity through both of their bodies. With each brush of their lips, their hearts surged with emotion, the sensation overwhelming yet exhilarating.

“You taste just like my favorite pastry…” Ruan Mei whispered against Jingliu’s lips, her fingers tracing delicate patterns along the sword master’s ear. “I want more…” Her words hung in the air before she leaned in again, pressing her lips against Jingliu’s with a sigh of contentment.

Feeling Ruan Mei’s lips against hers, Jingliu couldn’t resist. She gently cradled Ruan Mei’s face in her hands, drawing her in closer as they shared another kiss.

"So soft..." Jingliu sighed, drawing back slightly from their passionate exchange to behold Ruan Mei's flushed face and gentle features.

She couldn't resist the urge to smile warmly before pressing her lips against Ruan Mei's once more. This time, she deliberately traced the curves of Ruan Mei's mouth with her tongue as she deepened their kiss, coaxing a luscious moan from the courtesan.

To her delight, Ruan Mei did not shy away but responded in kind, swirling her tongue around Jingliu's enticingly as their kiss grew increasingly heated.

The courtesan's slender hands gripped Jingliu's silky hair with undeniable force, as if she wanted to hold her in place forever. Ruan Mei kissed her deeply and fiercely, her lips slacking slightly yet laced with an insatiable desire that made Jingliu's heart race.

In response, Jingliu delicately maneuvered her tongue around Ruan Mei’s sweet mouth, guiding their passionate embrace while eliciting moans of pleasure from the beauty before her.

As the kiss became increasingly desperate and their tongues mingled erotically, saliva glazed their parted lips. Beads of sweat glistened on both their foreheads as they panted heavily, every breath causing a faint whisper of excitement in each other's ears.

"Jingliu, more..." Ruan Mei whimpered amidst gasps for air as she thrust herself closer against Jingliu's bulging form below; an audible groan escaping from deep within the sword master's throat at the feel of pure perfection nestled between them.

As Jingliu began to lose herself in the frenzied passion, she knew she had to break away momentarily to catch her breath.

Yet before she could gather herself, Ruan Mei's lips clung stubbornly to hers, coating their parted mouth with a glossy line of drool as their exhales mingled.

In response, Jingliu felt an uncontrollable surge of arousal course through her body - her erection swelling within its constraining fabric – fueled by this passionate embrace that left her utterly consumed.

"More... more..." Ruan Mei breathed softly into Jingliu's mouth as she craved every sensation this powerful sword master had to offer. She couldn't believe how much her hunger had grown, how deeply she now desired another's warmth and closeness – a stark contrast from her previous indifference towards intimacy.

She found herself craving more of the intimacy she once thought she could live without. It was a sensation she couldn’t deny, a hunger that grew with each moment spent in Jingliu’s arms.

"I can’t hold back any longer..." Jingliu groaned deeply, her hands gripping tightly onto Ruan Mei’s curves as she urged her further down towards her bulging length that begged for release.

Ruan Mei let out a gentle yelp as she felt the unmistakable heat and size of Jingliu's swollen erection pressing against her. Their embrace only intensified, as Jingliu's hips started to grind insistently against hers.

Gasping for air, they broke their passionate kiss, their eyes locked in a fierce mutual lust that was almost palpable. With an unspoken understanding, Jingliu slowly guided Ruan Mei towards the soft covers of the bed while trailing tender caresses up her legs and thighs, every touch causing goosebumps to rise across the courtesan's sensitive skin.

With a soft, pleading look in her eyes, Jingliu gently rested her hand just below Ruan Mei's breasts.

"May I..." she whispered tenderly before placing her other hand firmly on the curves of Ruan Mei’s hips.

"I promise to take care of you," she pledged earnestly as her pulsating erection rubbed sensuously against Ruan Mei's clothed core. Without any hesitation, Ruan Mei wrapped her legs around Jingliu's waist, drawing her closer with an affectionate smile.

"I trust you completely." Her words set fire to Jingliu's passion, causing her to thrust forward eagerly as she reveled in the intoxicating heat and fragrance of her beloved courtesan.

With utmost tenderness, Jingliu delicately pulled and coaxed off each piece of Ruan Mei's clothing until she lay before her in all her glory:her delicate, ivory skin; full breasts that rose and fell with every breath – a vision that filled Jingliu with unbridled desire.

Lower still, she noticed the glistening moisture seeping from between Ruan Mei's plush folds, beckoning her like an alluring siren song of pleasure. The sight was nearly overwhelming for Jingliu; she simply couldn't resist anymore.

As urgency surged through her veins, Jingliu discarded the remaining pieces of her clothing until she was completely bare before Ruan Mei.

Her muscular physique shimmered with perspiration, every hard-earned scar on her body testament to her prowess as a sword master. But Ruan Mei couldn't take her eyes off that magnificent erection – thick, proud and pulsating enticingly as it craved satisfaction.

Ruan Mei drew in a shuddering breath as Jingliu's stiff erection lay tantalizingly close to her folds, causing her cunt to clench and unclench in desire.

"You're so beautiful," Jingliu whispered reverently as she slowly lifted her hands upwards, cupping Ruan Mei's full and round breasts tenderly.

"Mhm," Ruan Mei moaned softly with her eyes fluttering shut, surrendering herself completely to the sensations coursing through her body. Rough and calloused hands left soft caress on her breasts before squeezing them affectionately – an action that sent delightful shivers down her spine.

As Ruan Mei moaned blissfully, Jingliu bestowed an array of tender kisses upon her skin while slowly licking around the sensitive flesh of one erect nipple. Finally, she enveloped it with her mouth, savoring its taste as she drew it deeper into her mouth.

Pleasure coursed through Ruan Mei's body as she ran her fingers through Jingliu's hair – a soft hum escaping her lips. Encouraged by this response, Jingliu playfully pinched and twisted the other nipple with her fingers while maintaining gentle suction on the first – every touch causing Ruan Mei to writhe beneath her in ecstasy.

"Does it feel good?" Jingliu asked softly as she showered affection upon the courtesan's second erect nipple. Ruan Mei let out a soft moan, her hands gently running through Jingliu's hair.

"So good..." she breathed before losing herself in sensations that rippled through her core with each tender touch. Without any further preamble, Jingliu's tongue glided downwards, tracing Ruan Mei's sensitive skin until it reached her lower abdomen where the heady scent of her dripping arousal filled the air.

Jingliu could hardly resist – her thumbs separated Ruan Mei's folds wider and wider, her gaze fixated upon the plump and throbbing bud waiting for her attention.

Ruan Mei's head slowly rose as she watched Jingliu lower her lips towards her delicate folds. Her breath caught in her throat as she felt a teasing flick of the sword master's tongue on her sensitive bud, sending shockwaves of pleasure rippling through her entire body like wildfire.

Emboldened by this response, Jingliu began to lap at Ruan Mei's swollen folds more insistently, drawing out every drop of essence that seeped from within.

As Ruan Mei started spreading her legs wider, Jingliu deepened her exploration, running long strokes from Ruan Mei's swollen core down to her sensitive opening before flicking back up again with precise flicks that sent waves of sheer bliss spiraling through every inch of her being.

"... good, so good...!" Ruan Mei's moans grew louder with each lick, her hips unconsciously rising to meet Jingliu's attentive mouth as the sword master's skilled lips engulfed her clitoris.

The pleasure was building rapidly within her until it threatened to consume her entirely, causing her body to arch and tears of ecstasy trickling down her cheeks.

Ruan Mei's cries became more desperate, a plea for even more intense sensation that echoed in the air around them. It seemed as though every stroke from Jingliu's tongue brought Ruan Mei closer to shattering point - so close that she could barely breathe, suspended on the edge of release.

And then, almost imperceptibly gently at first before intensifying in pressure and urgency... Jingliu began nipping at the swollen bundle of nerves beneath her lips. With each delicate suckle and teeth graze, wave after wave of pure bliss washed over Ruan Mei until she finally erupted into climaxes like thunderbolts lighting up every nerve ending from head to toe.

"Sweet..." Jingliu breathed as she continued her relentless feast on Ruan Mei's pulsating core. Her fingers gently pulling back the sensitive hood to reveal even more of the swollen clit which she then attacked with voracious hunger - suckling and biting at it lightly as another powerful climax surged through Ruan Mei's body.

She wanted to make this moment last forever, to bask in Ruan Mei's blissful ecstasy until her body could take no more.

"Hold on for a moment! Please... I'm still–" Ruan Mei pushed Jingliu's head away in an effort to postpone another release but her pleading voice only spurred Jingliu into a frenzy; she tightened her grip on the courtesan's thighs, urgently suckling and nipping at her quivering clit with increasing passion.

Her mouth was awash in Ruan Mei's sweet juices - a nectar that had begun to fill her senses like a drug. She fed greedily from the source, desperate to drain every last drop of pleasure from the woman beneath her as another climax approached – even more intense than the first.

Ruan Mei whimpered helplessly; each hungry suction from Jingliu sent shockwaves of bliss radiating outward through every inch of her body until finally, she shattered once again in an explosive release that left her breathless, writhing beneath Jingliu with trembling limbs.

As Ruan Mei's whimpers faded to soft sobs, Jingliu couldn't resist pressing one last tender kiss against her swollen clitoris before gently pulling away. Her body hummed with desire, yet she felt a deep sense of satisfaction - knowing that she had given pleasure to the beautiful courtesan lying beneath her. 

Feeling an overwhelming sense of satisfaction mixed with tenderness, she lowered her body beside the quivering courtesan and wrapped her arms around her tenderly – offering comfort as Ruan Mei struggled to recover from the intense pleasure that had just overwhelmed her. She kissed Ruan Mei on the forehead gently before running her fingers through her hair, relishing in the warmth and softness of it.

"Forgive me... I couldn't help myself." Jingliu whispered as soft kisses brushed against Ruan Mei's temple and hair as she showered affection upon the exhausted woman.

With a contented sigh, Ruan Mei snuggled closer to Jingliu's comforting warmth, looking up at her with a soft smile. She then reached out and gently stroked the sword master's stiff erection.

"Let's continue..." she whispered, her eyes locked on Jingliu's as she fondled her shaft teasingly. Jingliu grunted softly in response, surprised by Ruan Mei's bold touch.

"Are you sure? You can rest for a moment," Jingliu offered kindly. However, Ruan Mei’s grip tightened ever so slightly around her length as she pleaded, "Please." Her gaze holding steady on Jingliu's face, she gave one final tug before rising on her elbow gracefully; offering herself to be claimed once again.

Watching Ruan Mei climb onto her slowly aroused Jingliu immensely, her erection growing heavier at the sight of the courtesan's alluring body.

"I want to feel all of you," Ruan Mei whispered softly as she rested a hand on Jingliu's muscular abs, teasingly stroking her swollen length with the other.

"Take your time..." Jingliu reminded as she encircled Ruan Mei's waist with her strong arms, ensuring her body was steady and well-supported.

Ruan Mei nodded softly, her breath growing warm against Jingliu's chest as she started to descend gradually.The tip of Jingliu's erection rubbed circles against the tender flesh of Ruan Mei's folds, teasing her entrance before slowly slipping in.

The courtesan's muscles squeezed around Jingliu, an instinctive response to the intrusion that had them both panting and wanting more. Slowly but steadily, Ruan Mei sank deeper onto Jingliu, stretching her wide and filling every inch of herself with pleasure.

Despite initial sting from being stretched wide open, all Ruan Mei could think of now was how much deeper she craved to go.

"Let me ease you further." Jingliu murmured, her hands sliding down to caress Ruan Mei's trembling thigh before gently cupping her ass.

She shifted her angle slightly and with a steady thrust forward, she managed to bury half of herself inside Ruan Mei's warmth. It was tight—almost more than she could bear—but their combined moans made it all worth it.

"I'll be slow..." Jingliu assured, gripping Ruan Mei's ass tighter to maintain their connection as she savored the sensation of being buried within the courtesan.

"Does it hurt?" Jingliu asked, looking at Ruan Mei as she took deep breaths to keep herself composed.

"Just a little," Ruan Mei replied, her voice barely audible over her ragged breathing. Her eyes traced Jingliu's face as she noted the fiery blush that spread across her cheeks and the heavy panting that seemed to make each breath rip through her body.

Ruan Mei realized then that Jingliu's pleasure was deeper, more intense than hers – it filled her with warmth and affection for the sword master.

With a steady rhythm, Jingliu started slowly pumping in and out, deeper and deeper, filling Ruan Mei with each thrust until discomfort morphed into pleasure. In response, Ruan Mei embraced Jingliu closer, pressing her lips against her face while gently grazing her nose and cheeks with kisses. 

"So incredibly tight," Jingliu's voice almost soundsd like a whimper, her eyes fluttering shut as Ruan Mei's velvety flesh rippled around her cock.

She had never experienced anything like it before - every squeeze was intense, drawing pleasure up from the base of her erection and flooding her senses until she could hardly think.

"Deeper..." Ruan Mei breathed against Jingliu's skin as her hips surged up and down to meet every thrust. The sensation was overwhelming but she craved more; needed to be filled by everything Jingliu had to offer. 

Responding instantly, Jingliu thrusted deep inside Ruan Mei until their bodies were nearly fused together, the base of her cock smacking against Ruan Mei's sensitive flesh eliciting a soft moan from them both.

Jingliu's breath came in ragged pants, her lids half lowered as she watched Ruan Mei undulate on top of her. Every stroke sent ripples of pleasure through her body, making it harder and harder to resist the mounting pressure building inside her.

"You feel so good..." Ruan Mei moaned softly, lost in the sensations coursing through her as she trailed kisses along Jingliu's chest and neck. The feel of skin against skin mixed with their shared sweat fuelled Jingliu’s hunger for release until finally she couldn’t contain herself any longer – she groaned loudly as she thrust up powerfully, impaling Ruan Mei deeper and deeper while savouring every shiver that rippled through her delicate frame. She started pounding into her fiercely from below – the need to reach their mutual peak overcoming all else.

With a moan of pure ecstasy, Jingliu's muscles locked up as unbearable pleasure coursed through her. She instinctively tried to lift Ruan Mei off her body, intent on pulling out and spilling her seed. But Ruan Mei leaned down to capture Jingliu's lips in a fierce kiss before tightening around the thick length filling her core.

"No... I'm..." Jingliu panted desperately against her mouth, feeling the climax threatening to overwhelm her. And yet Ruan Mei clung tighter still around her, unwilling to let go even for an instant.

The courtesan pressed herself more intimately against Jingliu, her nails digging into the sword master's hips as she swayed sensually above her.

Overwhelmed by the sensation of being enclosed so tightly by warm velvet walls that pulsed rhythmically against her shaft, Jingliu's body convulsed involuntarily; hot spurts of cum erupted from inside the courtesan's quivering loins, flooding her depths and coating their joined bodies in sticky warmth.

The intense surge of Jingliu's seed sent a shock wave of pleasure through Ruan Mei's core. It was so much that she found herself reaching her own peak, her entire body trembling as sweet release washed over her. With a soft moan, she squirted against Jingliu's hips, completely overwhelmed by the sensations coursing through her veins.

Her legs shook so hard they felt like they might buckle, and all she could think about was clinging to this moment – her walls holding tight to the sword master inside of her.

"Please... don’t move..." Ruan Mei begged in a voice thick with lust and satisfaction as she buried herself more fully into Jingliu's embrace, their mingled essence making them one tangled mass of heaving bodies and pulsating desire.

Drool trickled from the corner of Jingliu's lips as she succumbed to a sensation unlike any other – it felt like Ruan Mei's womb was trying desperately to consume her entire essence.

Breathless moans escaped her parted lips as her fingers clutched at Ruan Mei's hips, trying to have some sense of control.

Meanwhile, Ruan Mei’s toes curled reflexively, every throb of Jingliu's cock sending bolts of pleasure inside her. When she finally regained a semblance of strength, Ruan Mei gently tugged on Jingliu's wrists before slowly sitting up, basking in the sight and feel of every glorious inch of softening flesh that filled her utterly.

With deliberate sensuality, she started grinding against Jingliu – teasing herself with just enough friction to heighten their mutual desire while leaving them both craving more.

"Not... done yet?" Jingliu croaked, a husky growl vibrating in her chest as she watched Ruan Mei’s enticing performance.

"Just one more time, please..." Ruan Mei breathed softly, urging Jingliu's hands up to play with her full breasts while their hips continued to roll sensually together.

Within moments, Jingliu felt an intense surge of lust coursing through her veins – the grip of Ruan Mei's pussy was like a vortex sucking her back into desire's embrace. It was too much to resist and it wasn't long before she was fully erect once again.

"I crave you even deeper inside me... don't hold back, be rough if you wish to." Ruan Mei whispered desperately, her body yearning for Jingliu so bad – craving for their connection to go beyond mere physical pleasure and extend into something far more profound.

With a solemn nod, Jingliu whispered back, "I understand," as she carefully guided Ruan Mei to lie down. Her breath caught in her throat at the sight of Ruan Mei's pussy – glistening wet and swollen from their previous union, bearing the mark of their intense pleasure.

The image sent a fierce hunger coursing through her veins – she could hardly wait to claim more territory within those sweet folds.

Ruan Mei moaned softly as Jingliu gently spread her legs apart, revealing the treasure trove that begged for attention. Their shared cum trickled out between her folds in slow drips, painting an enticing trail for Jingliu's hungry gaze to follow.

"Please..." Ruan Mei pleaded plaintively when it seemed like Jingliu might linger too long; clutching firmly at Jingliu’s rigid cock in an effort to steer it towards where she craved contact the most.

A lustful groan rumbled from Jingliu's chest as she pressed forward, her erect cock slipping smoothly back into Ruan Mei's welcoming depths.

They moaned together in bliss as they were once more deeply united – it was like coming home. Savoring this intense connection, Jingliu expertly folded Ruan Mei in half; lifting the courtesan’s legs to rest on her powerful shoulders while pinning her sweetly curved body to the mattress with her own muscular frame.

The new position had Ruan Mei gasping for breath – every thrust now drove them both higher and deeper into ecstasy while forcing her legs apart wider than ever before.

With a firm grip, Jingliu pinned Ruan Mei's wrists to the mattress – immobilizing her completely as she surged forward. She started with slow and deep strokes before gradually thrusting hard and fast until she was pounding Ruan Mei into the bed.

Her frenzied thrusts grew faster and more powerful with each passing second – their bodies slamming together with an exhilarating force that left Ruan Mei moaning loudly.

Tears of ecstasy streaked down her flushed cheeks, the pleasurable agony consuming her as Jingliu worked herself deeper into Ruan Mei's trembling core.

As the desire for release intensified within Jingliu, she pressed her body closer to Ruan Mei, driving herself in faster and harder than ever before; aiming to hit that spongy spot deep within her beloved courtesan's pussy time after time.

Every penetration elicited a sharp cry from Ruan Mei – part pain and all pleasure. Her entire being quivered under Jingliu's relentless pursuit of bliss as every stroke sent waves of euphoria spiraling through every inch of her being.

Ruan Mei's voice was hoarse with need as she begged, "Like that... just like that, please," her legs wrapped possessively around Jingliu's waist, urging her deeper. The sensation of being stretched wide by the sword master's thick cock was too much for her to bear – her cunt clamped down on Jingliu's invading flesh in a desperate attempt to give her immense pleasure. 

In response to Ruan Mei's pleading whispers, Jingliu devoured her lips in a fiery kiss – their tongues danced wildly within each other's mouth as pleasure surged through them both. When Ruan Mei moaned into Jingliu's mouth, body convulsing in waves of blissful pleasure, the sword master knew she was reaching the pinnacle of her desire. Yet, she refused to back down – continuing to pound relentlessly as she battered her cervix with relentless thrusts.

Ruan Mei loved the stinging pain Jingliu was giving her womb and how wide her walls had stretched went to accommodate her thick length... she wanted to be claimed completely, to be owned by the strong woman on top of her.

Her quivering walls wrapped themselves around Jingliu with an almost painful grip, sending a jolt of pleasure through the sword master's being that she could barely suppress a shudder.

Far from easing up, Jingliu redoubled her efforts; riding out the intensity of Ruan Mei's climax while her legs pushed harder against her – urging her on in a primal mating dance.

Incoherent moans cascaded from Ruan Mei's lips as she clung to Jingliu like a drowning woman seeking salvation. Jingliu knew she shouldn't push the courtesan any further but those walls squeezing her cock made her lose control entirely; pounding harder and faster until  Ruan Mei's climax hit her like a tidal wave, squirting heavily all over Jingliu's lower abdomen and groin as she threw back her head, screaming in ecstasy.

The sight pushed Jingliu closer to her own climax – every pound of her cock elicited grunts and groans as she hammered herself deeper into Ruan Mei in desperate pursuit of relief. Their hips bucked together fiercely as the sword master felt herself reaching the brink.

"Ruan...Mei," Jingliu whispered hoarsely as her cock started to swell even further within its warm and tight embrace, spilling yet another generous load inside Ruan Mei's filled depths until she overloaded.

The volume was so abundant that even plugged by the Jingliu's cock, droplets seeped from Ruan Mei’s overflowing hole. Jingliu's arms wrapped fiercely around the courtesan, pulling her into a clinging embrace as they trembled together – drowning in aftershocks of pleasure that left them breathless and spent.

A long, satisfied sigh escaped Ruan Mei as Jingliu gently rocked them both back and forth, her softening cock caressing the courtesan's sore cervix and walls.

She bestowed a shower of tender kisses on Ruan Mei's neck and face before finally meeting her gaze with deep, soulful eyes. "Are you alright?" she murmured softly in her raspy voice.

Without breaking eye contact, Ruan Mei nodded slowly before replying in an equally soft tone. "More than alright..." She breathed out; hugging Jingliu tight around her waist while giving her back soothing scratches – giving each other some form of comfort.

Sharing one last sweet kiss on the lips, Jingliu slowly eased her length out from the courtesan's swollen walls with a heavy groan. Every inch caused the muscles to grip her tighter as if begging for more – but she persevered, breaking free when it was finally over.

Almost immediately, strings of thick cum started flowing from Ruan Mei's sated hole, dripping down onto the bed sheets beneath them. "Mhm... thank you." Ruan Mei hummed contentedly as she sank back into the mattress beneath her, placing a gentle hand against her distended womb which bulged invitingly with Jingliu’s seed.

Jingliu's heart swelled with emotion as she beheld the sight before her. Despite Ruan Mei being adorned with sweat and tears, her beauty remained undiminished.

And the knowledge that the courtesan's womb now cradling a part of her own being stirred deep within Jingliu, evoking a warmth that threatened to spill over into tears. Unable to resist the impulse, she tenderly laid herself beside Ruan Mei, enfolding her in a protective embrace that spoke volumes of unspoken devotion and affection.

"I will buy you out as soon as you're well rested... so please be assured," Jingliu whispered, pressing a tender kiss to Ruan Mei's temple as the courtesan nestled closer, seeking solace in her warmth.

Despite the stickiness of their bodies and the lingering scent of their shared intimacy filling the room, Jingliu found herself enveloped in an overwhelming sense of contentment. It was as though this moment, this embrace, was the culmination of all her efforts and sacrifices.

Ruan Mei could only offer a faint nod in response, her exhaustion weighing heavily upon her as she returned Jingliu's affection with a soft kiss against her chest. With each passing moment, her eyelids grew heavier, surrendering to the comforting embrace of sleep that Jingliu provided.

Weeks passed since Jingliu successfully secured Ruan Mei’s freedom by buying her out. The sum was considerable, but Jingliu deemed it worthwhile; after all, she had little else to spend her wealth on. The two spent their days together in Jingliu’s home, which soon became a shared haven for them both.

Jingliu would leave the house each day and return at night or in the afternoon. Meanwhile, Ruan Mei patiently awaited her return, either embroidering or taking in the surroundings of Jingliu’s home. She cherished the peace and quiet, appreciating the lack of pressure to engage in activities she disliked. Jingliu respected her space and allowed her to enjoy her time at her own pace.

“Welcome home,” Ruan Mei greeted Jingliu as she entered through the door. Jingliu’s eyes widened slightly before softening at the sight of Ruan Mei holding an almost finished embroidery piece.

“I’m home,” Jingliu mumbled, glancing away as she still wasn’t accustomed to having someone greet her when she arrived home, just as she wasn’t used to Ruan Mei wishing her a good day when she left.

Despite the unfamiliarity, she slowly began to welcome the change. Now that Ruan Mei was with her, Jingliu felt a stronger desire to return home safe and sound. While Jingliu had never sought death, she had been indifferent to it.

In the past, she would return home battered and bandaged, yet no one would care or tend to her wounds. But now, she wanted to avoid injury to spare Ruan Mei worry; she wanted to return home as soon as possible. Jingliu started wanting to live... to stay and take care of Ruan Mei.

On the other hand, Ruan Mei eagerly anticipated Jingliu’s safe return each day. The pastries and new embroidery tools that Jingliu brought home were just added bonuses—Ruan Mei would have been content with just Jingliu’s presence.

She longed to continue being by Jingliu’s side, to serve her and her alone. Ruan Mei cherished the sense of belonging she felt with the sword master, even though Jingliu insisted that Ruan Mei didn’t owe her anything. Still, Ruan Mei couldn’t help but feel the urge to do something for Jingliu.

“You look tired…” Ruan Mei commented as she approached Jingliu, immediately scanning the sword master’s body for any signs of injury.

“I’m completely fine, please don’t worry,” Jingliu reassured her.

“I understand.” With a soft sigh, Ruan Mei nodded before gently taking Jingliu’s hand and leading her to their shared room.

Jingliu’s eyes widened at the sight of a prepared dinner and a bottle of wine arranged near the window.

“You… didn’t have to,” Jingliu murmured, though her gaze lingered on the food and the night sky outside the window.

“I wanted to. This is what I want,” Ruan Mei said softly, placing a hand on Jingliu’s back to guide her to sit down.

As they settled in, Jingliu looked at Ruan Mei with a mix of gratitude and affection, which warmed Ruan Mei’s heart. For her, Jingliu didn’t need to say anything; her eyes conveyed everything.

Jingliu eagerly savored each bite of the food, relishing the thought of Ruan Mei preparing it for her, making it taste even better.

Ruan Mei also enjoyed her meal, stealing glances at Jingliu and smiling faintly each time.

After they finished, Jingliu leaned back with a contented sigh and looked at Ruan Mei.

“Thank you,” she mumbled, reaching to gently tuck a strand of Ruan Mei’s hair behind her ear.

“It was my pleasure. You eat so well, it feels nice to cook for you,” Ruan Mei replied, leaning into Jingliu’s hand now resting on her cheek.

They gazed at each other for a while, their eyes brimming with affection, before Jingliu broke the silence, pulling her hand back.

“Have you decided?” Jingliu began, her gaze shifting to the night sky. “About what you would like to do…” she continued.

Ruan Mei looked up at the night sky as well, sighing deeply. “I have… it’s been on my mind since I was still in the brothel,” Ruan Mei responded. “Living on my own…” she trailed off, turning to look at Jingliu with a blank and unreadable expression.

Hearing Ruan Mei’s words, Jingliu gripped her own hand tightly. She knew she bought out Ruan Mei to give her freedom, a chance to live a life of her own choosing, even if it meant being apart from her.

Jingliu had to show she was happy for Ruan Mei, regardless of her decision. With a deep breath, she tried her best to offer Ruan Mei a reassuring smile.

“I understa–” Jingliu’s words were interrupted when Ruan Mei moved closer, settling comfortably in her lap and embracing her tightly.

“…choosing it never crossed my mind,” Ruan Mei continued, her voice soft as she held Jingliu close. “Whenever I think about the future, you’re always there… right by my side,” she added, her hands gliding up and down Jingliu’s back, providing soothing comfort.

“Will you let me stay with you? Is that alright?” Ruan Mei asked, her voice muffled as she buried her face into the crook of Jingliu’s neck, breathing in deeply Jingliu’s scent.

“Are you certain?” Jingliu asked, her heart swelling with happiness as she embraced Ruan Mei in return.

She held her tight, as if holding her for dear life. “I would love that… please stay with me,” Jingliu mumbled, her voice filled with sincerity, and Ruan Mei nodded, moving closer to Jingliu and pressing their bodies together, finding solace in each other’s embrace.

After a moment of silence, Ruan Mei pulled back slightly before leaning close to Jingliu’s face, her gaze lingering on her lips as her fingers gently caressed Jingliu’s cheek.

“It’s been… so long,” Ruan Mei murmured, leaning closer to give Jingliu’s lips a soft peck. “You haven’t touched me since then,” she added, wrapping her arms around Jingliu’s head and pulling her towards her breasts.

Jingliu’s breath hitched, her heart beating fast. It’s true that she had been avoiding touching Ruan Mei, not wanting her to feel like she was bought for Jingliu’s pleasure alone. She wanted Ruan Mei to feel free to make her own choices, not confined by any obligations.

“You’re right…” Jingliu sighed, only for Ruan Mei to cup her cheeks gently in her hands.

“I miss your touch,” Ruan Mei said, her voice filled with longing as she looked straight into Jingliu’s eyes. “I miss the feeling of your body against mine… inside mine,” she added, her eyes conveying her desires vividly.

Ruan Mei’s words were like a soothing balm to Jingliu’s soul, granting her the permission she needed to embrace her desires for Ruan Mei. With a sense of relief washing over her, Jingliu’s hands moved to hold Ruan Mei’s hips tightly as she leaned in closer, their lips meeting in a soft and tender kiss.

A soft sound of happiness escaped Ruan Mei’s lips as she felt Jingliu’s kiss, her longing for the sword master evident in her every touch.

“It feels good…” Ruan Mei murmured between kisses, her words encouraging Jingliu to explore further, to reassure her that her advances were welcomed.

With a sudden movement, Jingliu lifted Ruan Mei in her arms, carrying her towards the bed with care and gentleness, laying her down gently.

“I’ll be gentle,” Jingliu reassured softly as she climbed onto the bed, positioning herself above Ruan Mei.

Ruan Mei chuckled softly, nodding in agreement before pulling Jingliu closer. “I won’t mind if you’re a little rough,” she whispered, her hands tracing Jingliu’s abs through her clothes.

The bed creaked rhythmically beneath them, a symphony of their shared ecstasy filling the room. Ruan Mei’s voice mingled with Jingliu’s groans of pleasure, the sound of their passion echoing in the intimate space.

Despite Ruan Mei’s limbs wrapping tightly around her and restricting her movements slightly, Jingliu felt nothing but an overwhelming sense of security, cradled in the embrace of the one she cherished the most.

“I love this…” Ruan Mei moaned, her words filled with passion as tears of pleasure streamed down her cheeks, mingling with the fervent kisses exchanged between them.

They lost themselves in each other, the moonlight casting a soft glow upon their entwined bodies, heightening the intimacy of the moment. With each movement, they found solace and fulfillment in the other, their connection deepening with every touch.

Every kiss, every caress, brought Ruan Mei closer to Jingliu, fulfilling a craving that had long lingered within her. She wanted to stay in Jingliu's embrace, loving how her deepest part is being reached and touch by the sword master, she loved the stretch, the feeling of her insides being molded for Jingliu alone.  

For Ruan Mei, being with Jingliu in this way was pure bliss. She craved the intimacy, the closeness, and the sensation of being fully embraced by the one she admired. In Jingliu’s arms, she found happiness and satisfaction, a feeling she never wanted to end.

“You’re so beautiful…” Jingliu’s words escaped breathlessly, her eyes filled with admiration as she gazed at Ruan Mei, who lay beneath her, panting heavily, her hair tousled and her body glistening with sweat.

“You make me want to live…” Jingliu continued, her voice barely above a whisper, as she reached out to gently grab Ruan Mei’s hand, pressing soft kisses to her palm and wrist.

A smile graced Ruan Mei’s lips, despite the exhaustion evident in her features, as she reciprocated Jingliu’s affection, her fingers tenderly caressing Jingliu’s cheek and hair.

With a satisfied sigh, Jingliu shifted to lie beside Ruan Mei, pulling the blanket over their entwined bodies as she wrapped her arms around her, holding her close.

“…thank you,” Ruan Mei murmured, her voice barely audible as she nuzzled closer to Jingliu, her eyes fluttering closed as she succumbed to the embrace of sleep.

"Thank you for staying with me..." Jingliu whispered, kissing Ruan Mei's head before closing her eyes as she continued to stroke Ruan Mei’s hair, the rhythmic motion lulling them both into a state of tranquility as they basked in the gentle glow of the moonlight filtering through the window.

[flownwrong]

chaotic ckr c6d squee propaganda (?) post

This, started half a year ago for @ds30below, was initially a general c6d short reviews post but kinda skewed majorly towards CKR's repertoire and wasn't too review-y. So I gave up on making sense and on including the non-CKR works. I don't know who the audience for this is, because I never give basic details for people who don't know about this stuff but say too much for those who do. I giffed what I could and tried to avoid what I know a lot about but haven't actually seen. Here goes.

Frank's Cock (1993)

Not much to say. It's only 8 minutes, it's beautiful and you should see it if you haven't. I won't spoil the subject, but you can likely guess. Watch it, cry a little. Then go watch some more of Mike Hoolboom's stuff, the vimeo link above is from his channel.

Two X-Files episodes (1994 – 1995)

Well, I haven't actually seen X-files since I was about fifteen and watched the like two seasons, and I remember none of it. I rewatched the two early episodes CKR appears in and they were fun. I did not watch the, the movie or whatever where he's doing the evil gay thing. But really, this one is on the list so I can show you this self-indulgent gif of him being Very Long:

Double Happiness (1994)

You shouldn't watch this one for CKR. I mean, you absolutely should see him here, looking like he's barely out of his teens and playing up the insecure act and having devastating chemistry with devastatingly beautiful Sandra Oh, but this is not why it's great. And it's really, really great. It's touching and funny and sincere. If you wanna have some feels about complicated family relationships and identity and growing up (at any point in life), you'll find them here.

Curtis's Charm (1995)

Don't regret watching it, can't recommend. Not gonna lie, I was emotionally affected. But I usually am by things as in-your-face bleak as this. Mostly, it's trying very hard to be smarter than it is, I think.

However: CKR's One Wild Curl is everything to me (see above, on the right. It was, like, actually curly. I was rendered speechless). And like two seconds of Hugh Dillon made me do a double-take, lol. Incredibly weird knowing this was shot like half a year before HCL began shooting. Feels like it must've been a decade earlier.

Hard Core Logo (1996)

I could make three separate posts about this one, so of course I have no idea what to say.

This one, you should watch for CKR, actually, he's something, but so is every single other aspect of this film. I wouldn't change a thing about it. It hits you like a 16 wheeler. Perfectly cast, unimaginably beautiful, hysterical and melancholy and disgusting and compelling.

Related recs:

A wonderfully fun article/retrospective/interview for its 20th anniversary a while back.

You should also absolutely read Hard Core Roadshow if you enjoyed the film. It's a book documenting the whole thing from conception to release. It touched me for its own sake, not just a backstage glance, full of love for the craft and the people and carrying this tangible bittersweetness about the heightened and fleeting nature of this kind of work.

(here, I feel compelled to include a quote from another c6d-related interview on Slings & Arrows, which I read after the book and went like man, it's really a universal experience isn't it.

Coyne: <...> But I also think, and this is my experience, what we were all experiencing, because we were all talking about our lives, our life in the arts — there’s something very melancholy about doing something you love, because it will never be good enough, it will always break your heart.

McKinney: Or it will be fleeting.

Coyne: It’ll be fleeting. You come together with people you feel passionately connected to and two weeks later they’re tearing down the sets.)

Quotes from the article and the book respectively include:

McDonald: So there was a kind of mutual dependency society with Hugh telling Callum, “Don’t worry, man, I got your back, I’ll tell you how high or low to wear your guitar, I’ll tell you how you should dress, I’ll tell you what you should drink…” and Callum was like, “I’ll tell you what hitting your mark is, I’ll tell you why they pull out fucking tape measures, I’ll tell you why you have to do it again, I’ll tell you about not overlapping dialogue..” and you know they clung to each other, like the other one was gonna fucking save them.

And:

A final gathering at the back of the tour bus with Bruce, Callum, Hugh, Bernie. We listen to the tape of HCL songs, all the way through, one last time. And we belt the words out. Bernie sings loudest, performing for Salerno's camera. Hugh and Callum sit back, looks of sadness. I get the sense that if they could do it, they'd chuck their lives and be Joe Dick and Billy Tallent forever. Callum leans to Bruce and says exactly what everyone else is thinking: "I don't want it to end."

There's much more to both texts than *gestures* the whatever those two had, but it certainly doesn't hurt.

And Xeriscape is the best HCL fic I've read. Granted, I read very few because it's not a source that creates in me a craving for fic. But this one perfectly matches the film's fucked up beauty with its language while also adding a quieter, more fraught layer of humanity that we only get glimpses of in canon and that perfectly fits John. 10/10, would recommend.

Anyway. Watch it. Read it. If you haven't. Otherwise, come scream with meeee! And go reblog my gifs or something. Idk.

Letters From Home (1996)

Mike Hoolboom strikes again, with another short. This goes into the "don't watch it for CKR, watch it because it's great" box. Yes, you will cry.

For Those Who Hunt The Wounded Down (1996)

Another bleak one! It sucked to watch, I mean, on purpose. There were a couple of very effective scenes. I really enjoyed the opening. They say the book is decent too, I haven't checked that out.

Actually, let's just switch back from coherent thought to undignified staring at his mouth with this one. What the fuck is that cigarette thing. I couldn't help myself.

Last Night (1998)

These gifs are not representative of the whole movie. There is more happening than CKR kissing or hugging people. He's also doing more than just kissing and hugging. It's all very... impressive.

Guess who's also here again? Sandra Oh! And say hi to Don McKellar, who is an absolute champion for writing/directing/starring. You'll be seeing more of him.

Another one for the "watch it for its own sake" box. Seriously, that late 90s indie stuff is banger after banger. It's so beautiful! Look at those colours! Look at those shots! It's very uneasy and charming and melanchioly and itself in the best way.

Twitch City (1998 – 2000)

Don McKellar is back to murder you with discomfort! Bruce McDonald lends a hand. Molly Parker is also here. And Daniel McIvor, who'd go on to direct, for example, Wilby Wonderful. It's a party. If you watched some stuff from above (or below) on this list, most faces and names will be familiar to you, tbh (another Hugh Dillon double-take happens).

If you liked Spaced, you'll love this. You might also love it because it commits to its weirdness with an admirable resolve and is genuinely hilarious. (Honestly, CKR's outfits alone warrant a watch.) The idiosyncrasy is definitely Don McKellar's doing 200%. It couldn't be more different from Last Night, but if you've seen one, you'll recognise the other.

Battlestar Galactica (2003 – 2009)

I don't think a person should be allowed to look this pretty in the sweaty-and-dying makeup in that light (this sentence probably looks very weird to those not under the CKR magic spell).

I don't know what to say about BSG because I really, really enjoyed early it initially, but by the middle of S2 it got... well, whatever that was. If you know you know, if you don't, still give it a go. You might get invested enough to suffer through it all, as I have been, slowly.

The unfortunate thing is that CKR got to be there mostly in the "what the fuck" years and not the "wow that's so cool" years. That, as you might be aware, is a pattern with him. But! When he was here, he was so genuinely, wonderfully creepy not in the typecast-baddy way, but in this slow, half-absent way, which really worked. You can also see him tortured a little, as a treat!! <3

Also, a wild John Pyper-Ferguson appears! If you're looking at him thinking you know him from somewhere but not immediately remembering, you'll figure it out, I believe in you. I was very happy to see him.

Wilby Wonderful (2004)

Another win for the put CKR in more good shit team!!! Guess who's here again? Sandra Oh! Also, Paul Gross. Don't watch it for him either though haha.

Another one for whoever wants to look at pushing against the weight of others' (or your own) expectations and growing into who you are or reconsidering who you are or finding meaningful connections with others even when you're kind of a mess and they are too.

Not nearly the first time CKR's gotten to play a queer character, but man, this one really is the heart of the in-universe community, and, through that, of the film. A rare chance to see him so far out of the prickly persona! He's just so solid and calm and there for others in this one and, and soft, ough. It's awesome.

By the way, if any of you have the commentary track or know someone who has, please drop me a line here or on discord (emotionalrisotto), I really wanna hear that.

Supernatural (2005)

I love Supernatural a lot. It was a formative experiences (albeit a very late one) and I owe a lot of my favourite stuff about fandom-ing to the buddies I met through it. I can't believe I'm telling you this (because who hasn't seen it, not because I'm reccing it), but you should really try it if you haven't. It's pretty rad.

I had no idea who this guy was when I saw that episode (the second ever one!), though. I simply cannot fathom what @nigeltde-fic felt when she first saw it. I think I personally got very lucky she didn't combust on the spot. It would've been unfortunate.

On a sillier note, CKR's character has weird tension with both Sam and Dean in this episode, which is par for the course. I personally think they should've... no, I shan't say it. You can probably imagine.

Californication (2008 – 2013)

I haven't actually seen it, lol (and I suspect I won't enjoy it, but I'm very curious and also CKR looks really really good).

The real reason for this one on the list is to share a fic rec. Really, it's a due South F/K fic featuring Lew Ashby. It's ridiculously hot and very satisfying in its romantic resolution, too (but then, I'm kind of big on selfcest. And consensual voyeurism. And pretend relationships when done like this. And sublimated yearning. Erm.)

Shattered (2010 – 2011)

I wish this never happened. I badly, badly wish this never happened. I can't turn back time, but I can warn those luckier than me: do not go there. Yes, even for this dude. You'll sleep better not knowing just what it is he was the EP on. And the only important part — the mascara — can be seen above (yes, the show does look that bad, it's not just the gifs).

Just kidding — I watched it, didn't I? You'll have fun hating it! Just prepare for industrial grade cringe, lower your expectations (No, lower. No, still lower than that. And just a bit more.) and you'll have a great time!

Star trek: Discovery (2024)

Or, as I call it, Star Trek: The Mediocre Show. Discovery S5 was... what it was, but it was a wonderful viewing experience — mostly thanks to the gang (@kittkatk and @feroxargentea especially!)

What a joy it is, to follow a show week by week, yelling and laughing and discussing the whole time. And giffing, too. I was very happy to contribute to the Disco fandom from my own little obsessive corner, and I was glad to see people adoring Rayner, haha.

He's a pretty neat character — very much a stereotype, yes, but with CKR's usual twist of odd vulnerability and weirdness. Also, I loved the ears. I miss the ears. The ears were great.

I even wrote a fic! Although it's not within my usual range to write for canons and universes I don't know well — and back then, I'd only seen S5 of Disco. It was a lot of suffering, and a lot of fun.

Closing thoughts

I'd really love the dude to get a better agent. And possibly better taste, but I realise that's a tougher ask. Seriously, it's been too long since he was in something majorly cool. I'm grateful to him, at least, for not making terrible music on the side. And I still have a lot of his back catalogue to get through, some of it even good, so there will be more insanity. Until then!

[lynzishell]

The Sims is love. List 5 facts about a favorite sim couple of yours, and why you love them so much. Then pass this on to 5 others, whose sim couple(s) you also love. 💘💕 :D

Thank you thank you @sirianasims as well as @mdshh and @elderwisp for sending me this ask!! (I'm hoarding the other two in case I get time to do more, but also tagging you here in case I don't aksdljflkd) ❤️❤️

I chose Phoenix and Dawn because I miss them dearly right now, but also...

💙TODAY IS THEIR ONE-YEAR ANNIVERSARY!!! I mean, in the story they got together in August like seven years ago, but this scene was posted one year ago today! I can't believe it! 🥹

💙My favorite thing about these two is how incredibly supportive they are of each other. My favorite example of this is in this scene where Phoenix takes Dawn to the bench where he used to talk to his mom. He said it was the best way he could think of to introduce them, and Dawn didn’t even hesitate, just jumped in and started talking as if his mom was really there, and I know it meant so much to him. The other would be this scene where Dawn expresses that she wants to leave her job and stay home with Aspen. Phoenix wasn’t fond of this idea. It puts a lot of pressure on him financially, and honestly, he would’ve loved to be the one to stay home with her. He probably could’ve plead his case to do so, but instead of pushing back he said, “how do we make this work?” and they figured it out.

💙They encourage each other to remain individuals. It’s difficult in this stage of life, between careers and marriage and parenting, to maintain a sense of self. One thing they always encourage each other to do is to pursue their own interests. In this scene we see Phoenix pushing Dawn to go have a self-care day to destress and indulge her interest in yoga and meditation. It’s been more difficult for Phoenix lately since his career is becoming more demanding, but he does still make time to run every morning before everyone wakes up.

💙They’re dreamers. One of the things they love most is talking about their plans and dreams for the future. Dawn has always been a very future-focused person. It’s a coping mechanism that keeps her distracted from her past, but it also allows her to maintain her optimistic nature, and it’s rubbed off on Phoenix.

💙They rarely fight. In most situations, they’re excellent at communicating and working through things. It’s rare they can’t find a middle ground. However, we recently saw a situation where Dawn let unresolved issues from her past lead her to break Phoenix’s trust, and that led to their biggest fight ever. When we last left them, they were doing okay, but I think it would be unrealistic to say that everything is suddenly fine now. There is some work to be done for Dawn to face her past and earn that trust back. More on that when we return to them in Part 5.  

[puttersmile]

Crittertember Day 9: In Your AU

Excuse me as I shamelessly self indulge. Double induldge because I'm claiming this as a Crittertember Entry lmao. Day 9! "In Your AU"

This is a pretty loose AU. Pretty much everything I draw could be considered AU because what even is canon for the Smiling Critters? But I like to call this my "Critter Island" AU. (Or CritterCrossing) Simply because I headcanon that they live in a place called Critter Cove Isle. I basically treat it like a playground of ideas inspired by MLP, Animal Crossing and other stuff I like.

The OC is originally from This Post.

I wrote a short story about Kickin and my OC meeting for the first time. If you want then read below!

Self indulgent shipping stuff: First Meeting

It was a blistering summer day, and Sandy Paw Beach  was packed with critters enjoying the sun, surf, and sand. Kickin Chicken was in his element, surrounded by his usual entourage of fans. His athletic prowess, smooth confidence, and laid-back attitude had made him a local celebrity. Today, he was out there impressing everyone with his latest trick—a complicated, gravity-defying flip off the side of the pier into the ocean. 

“Yo, Kickin, that was sick!” one of the critters cheered, clapping him on the back as he stepped out of the water, flipping his wet feathers in an effortlessly cool way. 

“Ye-hah, you nailed it, dude!” another chimed in, eyes wide with admiration.

Kickin smirked, shaking off the water and casually throwing on his sunglasses. 

“Eh, no biggie,” he said, trying to downplay it. “When I was born my mom thought I was a penguin, y’know?”

His group of fans chuckled, hanging onto his every word. As they headed back toward the pier to grab some ice cream, one of the critters in the group glanced over at the lifeguard tower and scoffed.

“Ugh, there she is again,” an otter critter named Mia muttered, nudging her friend. “The weird lifeguard.”

Kickin raised an eyebrow, his attention pulled to where Mia was looking. At the lifeguard tower sat Jersey Shoals, a cow critter, her gaze steady as she surveyed the beach. She was calm and quiet, the wind playing with her short, ocean-swept hair as she sat atop the tower, her lifeguard vest loose around her shoulders.

“What’s weird about her?” Kickin asked, though his tone was still casual. He wasn’t the type to get caught up in gossip, but something about the way Mia said it piqued his curiosity.

“She’s, like, always so quiet and stares off into space,” Mia replied. “Barely talks to anyone, and when she does, it’s like... I dunno, she just acts kinda... different. People say she’s, like, in her own world or something.”

“Yeah,” another critter chimed in. “I heard she’s…excuse the language, a bit slow?  Probably not all there, y’know?”

Kickin shrugged, not particularly interested in the details. “Whatever,” he said, brushing it off as he strutted toward the ice cream stand. “She’s just doing her job.”

But as they passed the tower, Kickin couldn’t help but glance up at Jersey again. There was something different about her, but not in the way his beach pals had been suggesting. She seemed...focused. Like she was tuned into something deeper than the noise around her. She wasn’t gawking at the athletes and body builders on the beach, wasn't trying to impress anyone. She just... was.

Suddenly, as if on cue, a loud shriek broke through the chatter of the beachgoers. Kickin turned his head in time to see a kid flailing in the water, caught by a rough current. The lifeguard tower’s alarm sounded, but Jersey was already in motion.

Without a second’s hesitation, she leapt from the tower, her movements swift and precise. She sprinted toward the water, cutting through the crowd with ease, while the beachgoers began to panic. Kickin watched, caught off guard by the sudden change in pace.

Jersey hit the water with purpose, diving beneath the waves in a practiced motion. The kid had gone under for a moment, but she found him quickly, pulling him to the surface with a strength that surprised everyone watching. With measured, powerful strokes, she swam back to shore, cradling the terrified kid in her arms.

By the time she reached the beach, the crowd had gathered, buzzing with concern and admiration. Jersey laid the kid gently on the sand, checking him over as he coughed up water. 

“You’re okay, kiddo. Just breathe,” she said softly, her voice calm and steady.

The kid’s parents rushed over, thanking Jersey profusely, but she barely acknowledged the attention. Once the child was safe, she simply nodded and made her way back toward the tower, shaking off the water without a word, completely focused on her duties.

Kickin’s groupies watched the whole thing in stunned silence. Mia shifted uncomfortably, glancing at the ground as one of the others nudged her in the side. As if to say “Ahem. You were saying?”

“Well... okay, that was pretty cool, I guess,” she muttered, clearly embarrassed by her earlier comment.

Kickin, however, was still staring at Jersey as she walked back to her post. His sunglasses were pushed up, and for the first time that day, he was speechless. That girl who they had called “weird” had just saved a life without a second thought. No showing off, no need for applause. Just action.

Something stirred in him. She was different, all right—but in a way that made him curious. She wasn’t like the others around him, constantly seeking attention or validation. Jersey Shoals had her own rhythm, and that was something Kickin couldn’t help but admire, even if he didn’t understand it yet.

As Jersey reached the base of the tower, she glanced back, her gaze meeting Kickin’s for just a brief second. She didn’t smile, didn’t wave—just a quiet, steady look that lingered for a moment before she turned away and climbed back up to her station.

Kickin blinked, realizing he had been staring. He quickly composed himself, his usual cocky grin returning. “Alright, y’all go ahead,” he said, waving off his friends. “I’ll catch up in a minute.”

As they headed off toward the ice cream stand, Kickin lingered by the edge of the beach, his eyes drifting back toward the lifeguard tower. Maybe she wasn’t weird. Maybe she was just different. And honestly that was something he found intriguing. 

With one last glance at Jersey, he turned and jogged to catch up with his pals, but his mind kept wandering back to the girl on the tower, wondering about what made her tick.

[mihrsuri]

I got reminded by an @anghraine post but I, a biracial person really do want a biracial actor to play Elrond one day.

[hinamie]

もう一回、もう一回

[cloudyydraws]

more mario and luigi doodles but i took their mouths away

+ extra unfinished stuff under the cut

[24bughours]

Mini comic i drew the first panel of literal months ago and decided to finish in one sitting

After this incident early in their friendship, Undyne would find out that

1. BOTH of the skeleton brothers can break the laws of physics, and 90% of the time its in really mundane ways

2. She IS still buffer than Papyrus, she was just shocked he had any "muscle mass" at all

[skelecentral]

Wasn’t gonna post this because it’s only semi-UT related, but. I really wanted to lmaooo— here’s my faeu self insert (post-turned-fae!)

Faeu is by @/antlered-prince

[dibbs-n-scribbs]

Late night Columbo sketch. Been watching the series for the first time and I'm already hooked

[westealtoys]

[nosostros]

crying in da club, he's such a simp