Intimacy Records

Intimacy records

synopsis: what kinds of horny stuff they have in their phones and which is the favorite?

pairing and characters: Aventurine, Blade, Boothill, Dr Ratio, Gallagher, Gepard, Jing Yuan, Loucha, Sampo, Sunday (separately) x fem!reader

tw: SMUT, established relationship (marriage/dating), consensual recording of lovemaking, nudes, oral, lingerie, fingering, masturbation, public sex, breast play, shibari/blindfold, sex machine, creampie

word count: 4.3k+ words

Aventurine

Undoubtedly this man has a whole separate folder for intimate stuff. Of course, he demands you send him something on a daily basis - doesn’t matter if it’s a quick snap of your choice of lingerie in the morning, or recordings of touching yourself - but never enough to cum, it’s his job. Naturally he loves having reminders of you being at his mercy - thus there are also videos of you both (with primarily established consent). All that to say - he has quite the collection, so it’s really hard to pick a favorite, the most desire-arising one.

Maybe it’s a category actually - self-made media created out of bet. Who’ll cum first? Can you keep going without tearing up from pleasure for longer than 10 minutes? Is he patient enough not to touch your sexy self, while you masturbate in front of him? Who is going to be louder this time? These kinds.

”I hope you are ready to lose,” your lover smirks, making himself comfortable between your legs. Camera floats a little, as you chuckle behind it. With a momentary adjustment, the focus is on his face again and he winks, before turning to trail a little path of kisses across your thigh. The image jumps, when he sucks on the skin, and slightly trembles as you let out a sigh. Then it’s firm, as Aventurine wraps his arms around your thighs, his nose teasingly rubbing against your clit. Suddenly there is a lick, then your breath hitches…. And then he buries his mouth into your pussy. It doesn’t take much time for the image to begin shaking wildly, almost matching your debauched noises. There is squelching, there are award-winning male moans, muffled by your heat, soon there is a hand, your hand, reaching down and grabbing his hair. Phone strangely angles, hardly supported by just one hand, until it falls camera down onto the shits. After that, there are just delicious screams of yours, chanting the name of your lover and begging him to stop, while he doesn’t listen, taking his reward for yet another win.

Yeah, he proved you can’t keep the camera focused while he is eating you out in that one. It’s truly a pity, that more than a half of what was going on, didn’t get recorded in image. Maybe next time you'll do better - oh... That's actually not a bad idea at all… Looks like you are in for another bet.

Blade

His situation is… quite peculiar. First of all, he has so little care for his own phone outside using it to get info for the mission, to the point ANYONE from the Stellaron Hunters can just take it and do whatever with it (Silver Wolf and Kafka practice it a lot). Even your relationship doesn’t change it much, he messages you rarely and quite shortly, preferring to save the conversation for personal interaction. 

However recently, Kafka has been putting a plan into action - the first step of which was banning everyone from getting into his phone (herself excluded). Then she’d start sending her colleague an occasional picture of a set of lingerie she’s oh so sure would look wonderful on you. Blade never answers, but he doesn’t tell her off either, and by the snooping she knows that the pictures get bookmarked, the links for the shops she attaches are visited, and sums of money are being spent.

Oh, and by checking the chat… She knows you get them delivered. Does she text you to shower you with compliments? She does. At first it was a little embarrassing and you asked Blade if he could, maybe, pay better attention to his phone??? But soon, when your lover started showing the telltale signs of jealousy... It became pretty hot (plus praise from THE Kafka? Ego-boosting).

Blade doesn’t voice it, but more than seeing you all pretty for him, he loves seeing you ruined for him, and doesn’t complain when you ask him to take a picture with your phone of whatever part of you, focusing on the marks, or the torn crotch of your panties, or something alike… There are times when he would text you with a simple ‘send me pictures with torn stockings’ or ‘yesterday. open nipples bra. now’ , because he knows you have them, and you deliver, because you know he loves them. 

Has his favorites:

Depicts your thighs, bitten and opened wide, while the black panties are pushed aside to let two thick, scar-covered fingers dive into your pussy.

Your body after one of the sessions - bra roughly pushed down under the mark-covered breasts, panties missing, one stocking still on the leg, but with multiple holes in it, and the other tying your wrists above your head.

A small video you insisted on recording of the man tugging onto your garter belt whenever he wanted your hips to push towards his thrust, threatening for the thin elastic material to snap.

Even though he doesn’t save them, he knows how to get an easy access to them, so for Blade it works quite fine (and Kafka’s plan does too, making Blade look less intimacy-repulsed and spicing up your relationship).

Boothill

A cyborg, whose only human part of the body is the head, and sex life… How can this be possible? 

Oh, trust me, it can. Sure, his bodily reaction differs, but he still is excited to get nudes from you, finally able to express through the text what he really thinks with that foul mouth of his. A voice recording of you dirty talking to him? Awesome. A video? You can bet his engine is overheating and vents are whirring.

But in all honesty, the ones he truly loves and returns to are the recordings of him doing stuff to you. Call him self-conscious, it’s not like he can bite back with a swear, but the reminder that he can bring you pleasure even now is sometimes necessary.

The lights are intimately dimmed, not enough to bring the room into utter darkness. Two bodies are lying almost intertwined with your back turned to the camera. The metal arm of your lover has sneaked under your side and around your waist, fingers digging into the plush glob of your ass, tugging on it, to further the spread which is created by your leg thrown over his hip. Your pussy is perfectly presented to the camera, puffy and slick, with two gray plated fingers massaging it. Digits slide up and down your labia, occasionally staying on the clit, to rub tight circles on it and elicit some sweet moans out of you, only to return to their previous ministrations, dipping the tips juuust a little bit into the quivering hole. Your back arches and body deliciously shivers from the contrast of his cool and your heat, and you softly whine, when he releases your ass cheek to give it a spank and then grab it again, unwilling to let the sight of your cunt escape his phone’s camera. You whimper something, muffled by his chest, but he remembers by heart what you were begging for. ‘Please, put your mouth on me.’ He will, in a minute, but right now he pushes both fingers to the second knuckle in, making you jolt in his hold, but not letting you go anywhere.

It’s captivating, how his inhuman digits disappear and reappear with every thrust he makes; slick-covered they look shiny, as if you polished them, and the cyborg shudders, imagining your tongue running around them. That’s one dangerous video, he may just give in to his want to see you and abandon the mission he was assigned to…

Dr Veritas Ratio

Unsurprisingly, Veritas’ phone doesn’t contain that much stuff in general. Maybe some downloaded articles, notes to put down later, if he doesn’t have a piece of paper at the moment, and very few pictures, mainly of his writings on the chalkboard. Don’t be discouraged though, of course he has pictures of you. Some selfies you took after “borrowing” his phone and ones he doesn’t have a heart to delete (but he will scoff at you, should you decide to tease him), and some very well-thought images he took on his own accord - he needs reference for when he decides to let his mind rest from research and focus on sculpting.

And one might think that such a reserved and cold man will not entertain storing anything explicit on his phone. Well, he indeed does not have any pictures and videos saved - if he wants, he can either find what you sent him via your chat or just demand your assistance. However… There is something that strangely became his way of concentrating when doing his research…

”Oh! Mh- *thrust* Veri- ohmygod! *thrust*”

“Wait- Aaah! I can’t! I’m sore! MmmmMMM!” “No, you can and you will. Now hold still, I can’t eat you out if you keep thrashing around.” “Oh Aeons!”

*Slick sounds of you going down on him, gurgling and choking on his girth, occasionally gasping to catch your breath, only to have his cock buried in your throat again*

“Baaaby… I miss you so much… Can I come to your office? I promise to be good… Just need to cockwarm you - nothing else I swear. Let me keep you company pleeease. Imagine how nicely it'd be to have your cock buried in my pussy, while you are working… Need to help you with stress-relief, it's gonna feel so-so good.”

“Oh fuck, o-oh, love, I'm cumming, I'm cumming, I’mcumMIN-” “Ngh, s-so…tight…” “Aaaaaaah~!”

“Veritas Ratio, if you come home in ten minutes, I will give you a nice massage and then ride you damn cock, till the only thing you can think about is not your work, but me. If you fail to do so though… I wonder if my threat to use some toys instead will work. Just know that your wife is very mad. And horny.”

It doesn't matter if the audio was taken while you were intimate or it was something you sent to him and he saved - he thoroughly enjoys everything your voice has to offer to him. And if instead of concentrated it accidentally makes him horny - he'll just play the next one, while undoing his pants.

Gallagher

Oh, this man is a menace. And a huge ass-lover. His gallery is full of pictures of your booty: clothed, just panty-clad or bare. There are shots with your body clearly being bent, ass up and back covered in his load. Videos of him fucking you from behind, with cock sliding in and out of your pussy? Obviously. Recordings of it jiggling as he spanks you? Would’ve been strange if they weren’t there.

However, in that vast collection of his, there is a video that’s most peculiar - one might say scandalous. It was one of those nights when he took over the bar for Siobhan and you came over at some point, all enticing and so sexy in that little dress of yours… He could not resist taking you right there once the establishment was closed. And it got on security camera...

Moans so loud, that they are reaching the recording device, are still of the delicious kind. Your back is arched over the bar counter, arms lifted and wrists tied by none other but Gallagher’s wine-red tie, and held by his own hand for good measure. The front of your dress is pushed down, revealing your pretty breasts, jiggling with every thrust of the man’s hips, and the hem of it has ridden up, baring your stomach and mark-covered thighs. Your lover is barely unclothed, pants and boxers pushed down just enough to free his cock and the tie, obviously, missing. The hand that is not holding your wrists, is grabbing onto your leg, under the knee, lifting it for a better angle, and showing off a lewd detail - your black lace panties hanging on your shin. You are looking positively debauched, and he is no better, groaning and cursing, with an occasional exceptionally rough trust that makes you scream and whine. There are teeth-gritted ‘slut’s and huskily chuckled ‘bad girl’s with your pleading ‘sir’s and ‘Gal’s, all of that deliciously seasoned with the clapping of the wet skin colliding. But nothing beats the moment of you cumming, depicted by no less than three cameras from all of the hottest angles…

Of course this footage was ‘confiscated’ by him with some dumb excuse for Siobhan (he doubts she believed it, given the knowing look and shit-eating grin she gave him), with all traces destroyed except just one copy thoroughly hidden on his phone. He thinks you two should repeat that - this time, however, he’d love to bend you over the counter with your back facing him…

Gepard Landau

Gepard would die if someone took his phone and got into his gallery. Poor man has to change the password weekly to throw Serval off his case (she was only teasing, but that made her brother paranoid). There is a reason for such behavior - while he is way too sweet and gentlemanly to suggest making sexy pics or, Supreme Guardian forgive, videos, he can't help but to be too whipped for you. 

This man dutifully saves every single photo and video of yours - nudes included.

You don't send them very often - you don't want to kill your darling husband. But sometimes the yearning is unbearable, and there is a suffocating need to show Gepard what he is missing while away on duty (you always leave a warning message though, so he could check it while alone and undisturbed).

No matter how red and embarrassed he gets, the man timidly admits that he enjoys this kind of attention. He is not beyond the earthly pleasures - he too has a favorite theme, that recently became more present in what you send him…

At first you looked so absolutely cute and domestic with his huge sweater on, the one you personally knitted for him - the beginning of the video didn’t look all that different from the photos you sent him just minutes before. But soon it becomes clear why you asked if he was alone, because once you position the phone and climb onto the bed, your full attire gets revealed. White stockings are replacing your usual home pants, and as your fingers grab the hem of the sweater and tug it up, the white panties from a matching set start peaking. The view is both pure and alluring, with the way your legs are spreading wide, and the sweater being pushed further up, baring your braless breasts. The hem gets secured between your teeth and both hands teasingly run down your sides, index fingers drawing circles around the tits, before squeezing them; as one remains right there, the other slowly slides down your stomach, disappearing under the hem of those flimsy panties. Imagination paints wild images - every next is hotter than the previous, and only your muffled moans of his name and rapidly rising chest are indicators of how good you feel with fingers pushing in and out of your pussy. And that damn sweater… You are not taking it off.

The Captain of the Silvermane Guards has one guilty pleasure - you, wearing his clothes. Domesticity, longing, finding comfort in something of his touches his heart and heightens his love and desire for you, almost making him consider taking a regular day off.

Jing Yuan

This man literally worships the ground his wife is walking on, so OF COURSE he wants to have as many pictures and videos of you as possible. It gets so boring and lonely when he is at work, after all. But don’t be fooled by his sweet and innocent smile, there are not only cute shots of you both or just you, he has sexy stuff too.

Man is obsessed with your chest. It’s his favorite pillow (thus so many pictures of him snuggling his face right between your breasts), his best stress-relief (photos and short videos of his big veiny hands cupping and squeezing your girls, with an occasional swipe of the thumbs over the erect nipples), his favorite place to leave marks on (no one can see them under the clothes, but just one tug of his finger on your collar and he is met with a delicious sight. Plus the photos he asks to send occasionally).

Loves, loves, loves, purchasing lingerie for you and when you demonstrate your bra-clad tits. He immediately wants them in his face, but there is the phone screen keeping him away.

But oh does he love recordings of playing with them.

Your body is steadily bouncing on your husband’s lap, creating a beautiful melody of skin slapping against skin. There is an occasional peak of his thick cock, covered in your juices, that immediately disappears again, undoubtedly swallowed by your pussy. One strong arm is wrapped around your waist, supporting you, while the other hand is palming at your left breast. The right one has fallen victim to his eager mouth, lips wrapped around the nipple, sucking on it tenderly, tongue toying with the overstimulated nub. His eyes are half-lidded when he looks up at you, moaning around your breast, when you tug on his luscious locks, trying to push him away, to give you a small rest. He is drawing back indeed, planting a soft kiss to the valley between the jiggling globes, and you sigh in relief, deceived by his affectionate action. Only for you back to arch and mouth hang in a loud moan, when Jing Yuan brings your other breast to his awaiting tongue, dropping both hands to your hips to aid you in speeding up your riding, sensing your nearing orgasm.

Maybe next time you should try recording him making you cum by playing with your chest only… Ah, just the thought makes his cock swell.

Loucha

As much as Loucha enjoys your company and more often than not allows you to accompany him in his journeys, there are times when he can’t take you with him. Which means he leaves for weeks, or sometimes a couple of months, going through the days without a single touch from you. Before getting into a relationship with you, he could survive without intimacy just fine, but now, since he knows the taste of affection and being spoiled by you, it’s getting hard.

That’s when recordings on his phone come in handy, especially when there is no opportunity of a video call to indulge. And there is one he most frequently returns to…

Your chest is rising and falling, pretty breasts with perky nipples brought together by a wrap of a rope. Red and purple marks bloom on your skin akin flowers, some fresh, some from days before. Sweat shines on your hot skin, indicating just for how long the blonde has been torturing you with pleasure and denial. There is a small shake of the video, as your lover is establishing his phone, having just started the recording, and softly making you aware of how good you look - you wouldn’t know with that blindfold covering your eyes. Once the angle is perfect - capturing your arms, tied above the head, the arch of your back and thighs pushed together for stimulation, the man is joining you on the bed. It is cock-hardening, how you lift your head to find his lips, when you sense him leaning down, needily allowing him to indulge in a kiss before the game of orgasm denial continues. His hand meanwhile is creeping down your body, starting with caressing your cheek, fingers sliding down your neck, over the swell of your breast, thumb pushing against the nipple, eliciting a moan out of you right into his mouth, and then palm splaying on your stomach, traveling even lower, before it disappears between your thighs.

Loucha is a man of foreplay. There is nothing more satisfying to him, than indulging into your body before sinking his cock into your warmth. He loves making you squirm, completely at his mercy, drawing you right to the edge, and then denying you the sweet release, just to make you yearn, just to stretch the process out.

Sampo Koski

Sampo is nasty and that is not a secret. I am sure, if you were up for it, he’d suggest filming porn just for the giggles (and extra cash, come on, you both are fucking hot). There are teasing nudes and intimate videos, and it’s not a rare occasion of either of you texting the other with some found porn with a caption ‘let’s try it?’ and you do, frequently recording the process to compare later, and claiming that your performance is better.

However, sometimes it tends to not go according to the script (not like you usually have one). Sampo is chaotic and it’s not hard to lose focus with a lover like him, and these exact moments are Koski’s favorite. Despite being a Masked Fool, during these times he himself looks so sincere, it’s as unnerving, as it is exciting. Rewatching such videos and seeing how you mirror the look in his eyes, giggle with him, even crack a joke, all without ruining the mood - makes him believe he’s found his soulmate (and if you did film porn with him, he’d never share this level of intimacy with your viewers, it solely belongs to you two).

You are giggling, shaking your head with a wide smile, all the while lying on your stomach between his toned mark-covered thighs and leisurely fisting his hard, leaking cock with an angrily red tip. 

‘Sampo, please, be a little serious, we are trying to be sexy here.’

‘We are sexy! What’s not hot in shaping my and your pubic hairs into the lips?? They could kiss, when we fuck!’

‘You are unbelievable,’ you snort, trying to save the last bits of your composure, and leaning forward to mouth at his tight balls. This makes your lover pornographically (how ironic) moan, throwing his head back.

‘Mmm, yes, right there~ Oooh… If am soooo unbelievable, it must mean I am dreamy? How about I bring you to a Penacony, to a Dreamscape? I bet in your dream I’d be as good in bed as I am in reality.’

Your resolve snaps and you burst out laughing, letting go of his sack and pressing your face to his thigh, shaking, dropping the hand from around his cock. Sampo whines.

‘Come ooooon, I was so close!’

‘Shu-ah-ha-t-ah-uh-p,’ you manage through your laughter. The man pouts, but the gaze of mint green is summer-warm as he is looking down at your trembling form. Your voice is pretty, your cackles are pretty, and oh damn he is laughing too.

And these are just the first few minutes of the last video, the thing has a duration of half an hour, so, obviously, you didn’t stop there. That’s what Sampo Koski loves - no matter how cringe you become, it’s never a reason to stop the whole process. If anything it’s something to spark an even longer and intimacy-filled one.

Sunday

Keeping personal stuff on his phone is quite dangerous, given Sunday’s position. That’s why he owns two phones - his work one, and one to mainly contact you, his sister, and a small circle of the most trusted people. He is extremely good at handling the owning of two separate devices, never mistaking one for another, that people are often convinced he has only one.

But it’s his personal cellphone that interests us. Oh, does he have a whole collection of photos and videos of you, one folder in particular hidden just for good measure. Sunday is a collected and regal man, yet it doesn’t mean he has a hard time enjoying your teasing. Quite contrary, sometimes he welcomes it, loving the photos you send him from an outing, shopping for clothes, or better yet, lingerie, sending him multiple shots of different sets and asking him which he loves most, and which he’d like to see on you tonight. 

There are videos too, especially when he’s been extremely busy, and you are oh so needy, sending him short recordings of touching yourself, sighing out his name, begging him to come and help you. However, there is one he particularly likes…

Big silicone cock is being pushed in and out by the machine he purchased for you to quell your need when your husband can’t be there for you. You are on your stomach, with hips slightly raised and pushed backwards, chasing the toy, and he can see the perfect outline of your pussy, outer lips swollen and puffy, covered in a sticky substance, opening and constricting in attempts to accommodate the girth. Your moans are sweet, so-so sweet, hitting a high pitch, when the dildo falls out and a thick glob of cum substitute escapes your pussy. And then another, and another, messing your thighs even more, ruining the towel underneath you. Yet you don’t stop, reaching behind, and pushing the tip back into your tight warmth, making the toy pick its pace again. It’s squelching, it’s so dirty, but it’s so hard to look away. You give yourself creampie, after creampie, sometimes stopping to collect the substance and push it inside with your digits, fingering, moaning and whining for your husband, wishing it’s his cum sploshing between your walls, breeding you.

Yes, it’s his favorite, almost 4-minute video. Ever the neat freak, he can’t deny you look heavenly when ruined, on an equally ruined bed, begging for his attention and semen. You have to forget about the machine for some time, however, because since then Sunday has been truly devoted to breeding you.

getting gift art of your oc is so amazing like what do you MEAN I get to see my oc in your style as a surprise for free?!?!? WHAT?!?!

⋆˙⟢ in which dan heng is jealous.

dan heng is a modest man who prefers privacy in his dealings with you. he’s not one for lewd or obscene displays of affection. despite the presence of his stoic demeanor, you happen to know he’s quite gentle. you happen to know his hands are only familiar with angles of tenderness. he only holds you in softness. he kisses you the same, palms cradling cheeks over traded smiles. in front of others, you two almost appear as nothing more than collegues with an aligning mission on the astral express. if everyone weren’t explicitly aware of your relationship’s existence by your own admission, it’s unlikely anyone would be able to discern romantic affiliation at first glance. his pda is proudly in the favor he shows toward you and your ideas during missions. it’s in how he’s more agreeable with you, how he’s more willing to bend, how burdens don’t feel like burdens if at the base of them is loving you. it’s in how he meets your antics with an amused grin rather than a snarky retort about you and march 7th’s neverending parade of immaturity. but his jealousy has a peculiar expression, something more primal in nature — greedy and possessive — something seemingly unlike himself. it always starts as a soft thing: closer proximity and a loving hand pressed against your spine. 

openly touching. it’s all for him to say, this is mine to hold.

true to his draconic nature, he treats your adorations as his greatest treasure. your smile is a trove of shimmering jewels and gold that he keeps hidden away only for himself to know. so of course, when a stranger stumbles into his den only to discover you, his crowning achievement, his priceless pearl, and indulges in your precious beauty without his consent, he feels proprietorial. so of course, he regards them with flaring nostrils and smoking intent.

this is mine to hold.

it’s one of the researcher’s on the express, given their conforming attire, standing at your side with a smile so wide it’s bursting with fondness, but it’s you that makes frustration take shape and lurch in his gut. your eyes sparkling in delight, he knows that look on you so well. you’re fascinated by his words, whatever they be. the wonder in your eyes makes his sternum screech with anxiety. the attention you so devoutly expend to focus on this stranger, this intruder. it’s noticing how close he stands to you that sends him crossing the span of the room with urgency. it’s noticinng the way your arms nearly brush that makes him nearly snarl.

“sweetheart,” dan heng’s voice sings sweetly as he approaches you, something dulcet and warm in nature, something calm and lulling that masks the depth of his unease. to your surprise, you receive a soft kiss on the cheek and a palm placed delicately on the small of your back. the lilt in his voice perplexes you, his gentle smile a catalyst for your round of unanswered questions. the next kiss to your forehead makes your eyes widen. his adoring smile and yearning gaze sends a flurry of butterflies fluttering. “dan heng?” you ask softly. “i…hi?” “hi, my love. did you have a good day today? where’ve you been? i was waiting.” he chuckles at the bashful exprerssion you make. your voice feathery, you murmur, “what’s gotten into you?” “i…should get back to work.” the researcher says, clearing his throat. he looks at you with a warm smile. “it was nice to talk to you.” a pleasant smile, one that makes dan heng feel like honey inside but also makes him want to take you and hide you away for safekeeping. only he’s allowed to know where you rest. only he’s blessed with your blossoming laughter and steady breaths. he wants all your curious glances reserved for him, the awestricken part of your supple lips for only his sights. he never acknowledges the extra; it would be an insult to the gentle claim he’s currently staking.

this is mine to hold.

“and just what was all that?” you ask in a hushed voice, perplexed brows bunching. he straightens himself, no longer moved to perform the extremity of his devotion to you in public now that he’s cleared himself of the threat to his most prized possession. “it was nothing. i’m allowed to address my partner as i please.” you huff a laugh before asking, “are all dragons petty and possessive like you?” shameless in even the worst parts of his nature, dan heng offers a single, curt nod. “i imagine others are much less tame with strangers who get too close to what’s theirs.” “well aren’t i lucky i got the dragon with such obvious self-control?” you snort. dan heng’s lips quirk. “yes, you are. you’re welcome,”

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summary: in which you prepare a little surprise for your precious bladie on valentines day.

blade x fem!reader , mdni, nsfw, soft + mean blade , kisses , p → v , unprotected sex, fingering, mentions of lingerie, praises, creampie, blade just adores you !! w.c: 1.5k

blade's eyes widened in surprise as he entered the room and caught sight of you in your alluring lingerie. the adrenaline from the mission still coursing through his veins, his usual facade cracked for a moment, revealing a flicker of raw desire. his gaze roamed over your form, taking in every delicate detail of the pink lingerie that adorned your body. "angel," he breathed, "what's all this?" his eyes remained locked on you, unable to tear his gaze away.

"happy valentines day? d . . do you like it?" you nervously chuckled, fidgeting the lace of your lingerie, the one you picked earlier that day to surprise him. seems like you've made him speechless so you ticked that box inside of your head as you carefully watch his expression.

blade's gaze remained fixed on you, his desire evident in his eyes. he slowly approached you, his movements purposeful and controlled. then he slowly reached out, his fingers gently tracing along the delicate lace of your lingerie.

"like it? no, angel," he replied, his voice low and filled with conviction. "i don't just like it. i love it. you look absolutely stunning in that lingerie." he stepped closer, his hand gently cupping your cheek, his thumb brushing against your flushed skin.

"this was supposed to be a surprise you know. . but i think i was the one who got surprised by your early return from your mission. . how was it?" you were stalling. he noticed. you always do this whenever you seemed nervous, and it only made the boiling desires within him heightened. he was going to devour you, right here, right now, in that little cute lingerie of yours.

"let's not talk about the mission right now angel," he didn't even let you reply when he suddenly leaned in to finally capture your lips in a heated kiss, his actions clearly speaking louder than words.

blade's kiss deepened, his passion igniting as he explored your mouth with a hunger that matched his touch. his hand roamed your body, tracing the curves of your figure with possessive intent. the soft fabric of the lingerie felt exquisite against his fingertips, only adding to the intensity of his desire. he broke the kiss, his lips moving to your neck, where he peppered light kisses and nips along your sensitive skin. "you're so beautiful, angel," he murmured, his voice laced with a mix of desire and reverence.

"only for y- you. ." you murmured under batted breaths, already shuddering under the touch of his lips on your skin.

his lips curled into a dark smirk as he noticed your reaction to his touch. he didn't waste his time as he lifted you effortlessly, carrying you to the bed and laying you down gently. he continued to trail kisses along your skin, his movements deliberate and tantalizing. his fingers dipped beneath the lace of your thong, teasing your soaked slit with feather-light touches. "you're already so wet for me, angel," he husked, his voice dripping with desire. "you're always ready for me, aren't you?" he increased the pressure of his touch, sliding a finger between your slick folds, relishing in the way you trembled beneath him.

"nhnn. . t- touched myself for you.. before you arrived. . . thought about you. . mhmm!" you writhed when he added another finger inside, hitting that spot.

his fingers continued to explore your wetness, finding that spot that made you quiver with pleasure. "you thought about me, mhmm?" he growled, his voice filled with a mix of satisfaction and dominance. "did you imagine my fingers inside you, angel?" he curled his fingers, applying just the right amount of pressure to that sweet spot, his thumb expertly rubbing against your sensitive clit. "i'll make those fantasies come true," he whispered.

"b- bladie !! p - please. . !" you felt like he was doing this for his own enjoyment, you knew that he liked it when you were like this.

blade's lips curled into a smug grin as he felt your body quivering with pleasure beneath his touch. He could hear the wet sounds of your arousal echoing in the room, only fueling his desire further. he continued to finger you relentlessly, his movements skilled and precise. "please what, angel?" he taunted, his voice laced with a hint of sadistic pleasure. "do you want to come? beg for it. beg me to make you come."

"can I please come? pleaseeee bladieee p- p lease let me come!" you whimpered, toes already curling as you felt like you were going to see stars as you felt yourself nearly over the edge.

your desperation only fueled his own desire. he could feel the pulsating walls of your core tightening around his fingers, a clear sign that you were on the brink of climax. with a final curl of his fingers and a swift flick of his thumb against your clit, he granted your plea. "come for me, angel," he commanded, his voice husky with dominance. "let go and give in to your pleasure." he continued to stimulate you, prolonging your orgasm as he reveled in the sight and sound of your release.

when he saw your shuddering form under him, it didn't take a while for him to unzip his pants off, eyes burning with hunger as he watched you experience the waves of pleasure washing over you. he relished in the sight of your body quivering, your moans filling the room. but he wasn't done with you yet. without giving you a moment to catch your breath, he positioned himself at your entrance, teasingly tracing the tip of his cock along your abdomen before sliding it down to your slick slit.

you couldn't wait, even as you were still sensitive, you couldn't help but to nudge your hips to let his tip pop inside.

"impatient, aren't you, angel?" he taunted, his hot breath grazing your ear. He positioned himself at your entrance, teasingly rubbing his cock against your slick folds, but not yet entering you. "patience, my dear. good things come to those who wait," he murmured, his voice filled with a sadistic pleasure. blade continued to tease you, his cock teasingly grazing your entrance, but intentionally denying you the satisfaction of his full penetration.

"p - please 's not enough bladie. . w-want you fully inside. ."

he couldn't deny the desperation and longing in your voice, the way your body craved his fullness. With a low growl, he gave in to your request. he captured your lips in a hungry kiss, his tongue tangling with yours as he finally thrust himself deep inside you. yhe feeling of your tightness engulfing him sent a surge of pleasure through his body, and he couldn't help but let out a deep groan. he held you close, his grip firm yet gentle as he began to move, each thrust filling you completely.

"f-fuckkk s-so good. . so good !" you were trying your best to kiss him back in that position. how utterly cute, he thought.

blade's thrusts grew more relentless, his hips meeting yours with a primal rhythm. the sounds of your moans and the wet, rhythmic slapping of your bodies filled the room, creating a symphony of desire. he broke the kiss, his lips trailing down to your neck, where he claimed your skin with marks of his own. "you feel so fucking good, angel," he groaned against your skin, his voice filled with a mixture of lust and adoration. "you're mine, all mine."

"m- might not be a safe day for me i- if you come inside . ." you softly whisper against his ear, legs already locking into place around the curve of his as he continued fucking you relentlessly, not minding your words one bit.

his obsession and intoxication with you clouded his judgment, causing him to disregard your concerns. he continued to thrust into you with unwavering intensity, his need to claim you overriding any sense of caution. "i don't care, angel," his voice filled with a primal hunger. "i'll fucking . . nghh. .! take responsibility for whatever comes next." his thrusts became even more fervent, driving you both closer to the edge of ecstasy.

"nhnn! r- really? a- aah! bladie !"

his finger now onto your sensitive nipple through the lace fabric of your lingerie, eliciting gasps and moans from you. "yes angel, fuck, i don't mind it." he murmured, his voice filled with a mix of dominance and possessiveness. "all I want is to feel you unravel beneath me." his ministrations on your nipple became more intense, his touch alternating between gentle caresses and teasing pinches, heightening your pleasure even more.

when you couldn't bare it anymore, he was there to come with you, he watched you succumb to the pleasure, your body trembling beneath him. the sound of your moans and the clenching walls of your core around him pushed him to the edge as well. with one final thrust, he followed you over the edge, his own release coursing through his body. he let out a low growl of pleasure, feeling the warmth of his seed spilling deep inside you. he continued to ride out the waves of pleasure, his body pressed against yours, as he relished in the aftermath of your lovemaking.

"my valentine, thank you for making this day special. for making every single day special for me. for us." he whispered, wrapping his arms around you to keep you close.

blade himself still couldn't believe that he has someone like you now. to call someone as his, his lover, his everything.

ⓒ blushfwul interactions of any kind is much appreciated ♡

thinking about dan heng in all his pretty vidyadharan glory but also in his trailblazer outfit

bonus: I think March tied his hair for him tbh

woah its been so long since i have read ur fic and i finally did

YINGXING IS SO FINE I LOVE THIS OLD MAN AND I KNOW DAN JIA WOULD AGREE WITH ME IMAGINE HER STARING AT HIS FACE WHILE HES DOING WHATEVER AND WOULD SAY THE SAME THING

A/n :

This is. Honestly. the sweetest yet my brain is encoding heartbreak and angst in me rn help. but like i loved this sm, that i just needed to make a little plot line at least... dont come at me. im listening to secret garden rn--

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She would agree, honestly. She would be standing at the balcony of the drinks parlor, a glass of a light alcoholic beverage in her hand. the night would be cold, the gentle caresses of the wind serenely passing through her locks of carefully looked after hair.

Her eyes would be trained to the figure on the ground, gaze softening as she watched the two figures below the platform she stood upon. They would be brandishing their swords, sending each other blow after blow, showcasing techniques they have been taught together by the same master that dominated the swordsmanship world.

But her blue eyes would only be tracing the figure of her beloved, the older individual, aging as fine as wine, fighting with sweat trickling down his brow. His long white hair would be tied up with the hairpin he had created, matching to the one in her own hair, one she had reserved for special shows she knew his purple eyes would observe.

Her eyes would be trained upon his figure no matter what her lover was doing, be it doing such miniscule tasks like wiping his brow with the napkin she had graciously offered her lover. Or it may even be something he did daily, like sitting up straight while he dined with her, even though it was just the two of them in a regular commoner restaurant.

Or even it may be something that she adored the most, which watching him hard at work, hammering away in his smithy. He would place his lover away, even taking it upon him to scoop her up in his arms and set her on a bench away from the fire, worried that her beautiful silks be singed by the sparks that flew out of the hearth.

She would watch his figure warmly, her cheeks warming up with affection and love for him. She would watch as he smiled in satisfaction as he created yet again another sensational masterpiece with his rough hands that were always so gentle when handling her. He would watch as he boasted to those around him, words sometimes prickling the fire of envy in others, but always spoke so courteously and affectionately to her.

She loved this man with all her heart, and the finest pieces created with only the most delicate touch adorned her very being. She wished that days where he rested in her arms would prolong and their happiness would be eternal, or at least until death parts the two of them.

But for now, she was content with staring at him as he ate a snack provided with her loving, healing hands. It was yet another tiring day at work, and she just wanted to do something nice for him. But instead of doing something nice for him, she was rewarded with the beautiful sight of her beloved yet again.

"Is something the matter, my moon ?" The swordsmith would ask, a teasing hand raised to gently caress his beloved's cheek with a slender finger.

"No, you're just...breathtaking, my beloved." She would reply in response, smiling lovingly at the man who had aged by her side.

"Is that so, my love ?" Yingxing would reply with a deep husky chuckle, his voice sending tingles up his lover's spine. His hand would cup her chin, turning her face towards him, but not enough to hurt his lover.

"Well then, you have quite a couple more decades to admire this handsome face of mine. I'll make sure that this face is properly ingrained into your precious little mind~"

(Y/n) looked in her hands, snapping out of a series of memories as she glanced at the earring in her hand, in form of a windchime. She smiled lovingly at it, regret and pain bubbling in her heart as she reminisced about moments in the past. It felt so strange, yet so familiar to her.

She looked up at the sky, the moon's gentle light gracing upon her figure.

"I hope you sleep well tonight, my beloved."

She swore that within the howl of the night, she heard a reply come back to her. A familiar deep and husky voice that sent tingles down her spine.

"And I hope your dreams are nothing short of flowers that bloom in the night's gaze."