#blurg

Loid doesnt like knitting or crocheting, something about it doesn click in his brain. While he is trying to figure out how he accidentally made a shitty cable in his basic scarf, Yor is almost done making the family matching sweaters

They've gone to check our several of the baseball batting locations but had to stop. Yor kept accidentally breaking the bats, the baseballs, and sending the balls through the fencing. They have been to taken to court for damages several times. Loid wants to go back because he thinks it's really hot that Yor can just do that come on hun we'll wear disguises they won't know

DND has been successful, they just have to remind themselves to keep it casual, Loid has to remind himself to not constantly worry about the rules and Yor gets way into the combat and gets a little frustrated when it feels like her character isn't as strong as she is. She could have easily dodged that arrow what do you mean she failed her roll

Seonghwa blurb

18+ MDNI

CW: Explicit sexual content, consensual oral sex (deepthroat), throat bulging, body worship, praise kink, vaginal penetration, face sitting, internal ejaculation, explicit language, gentle dominance.

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"So beautiful like this," he murmured, his voice low and rough with desire. "All laid out for me. So perfect."

The bedroom was dim, lit only by the warm amber glow of a single bedside lamp that cast long shadows across the rumpled sheets. You lay back on the mattress, your head hanging off the edge of the bed, hair cascading down toward the floor like a dark waterfall. The position left your throat completely exposed, stretched out and vulnerable, and you could feel the cool air of the room kiss the sensitive skin of your neck. Seonghwa stood before you, tall and imposing, his dark eyes already half-lidded with want as he gazed down at your prone form. His large hands caressed your jaw, thumbs tracing the line of your throat with a reverence that made your pulse quicken.

"So beautiful " he murmured, his voice low and rough with desire. "So perfect."

He guided himself to your lips, the thick head of his cock pressing against your mouth, and you opened for him willingly, your tongue darting out to taste the salt of his skin. He pushed forward slowly at first, letting you adjust to the thickness filling your mouth, sliding deeper and deeper until you felt him reach the back of your throat. A groan rumbled from his chest as he watched himself disappear between your lips, his grip on your jaw tightening slightly as he began to thrust.

The angle was perfect—your head tilted back allowed him to slide straight down your throat with each forward push, and you fought to relax, to take him deeper. His cock was thick and hard, stretching your throat obscenely as he found a rhythm, fucking your mouth with measured strokes that grew harder, more urgent. You could feel every ridge, every vein as he moved within you, and the wet sounds of his thrusts filled the room.

"Fuck, you take me so well," Seonghwa breathed, his eyes fixed on your throat. His hand moved from your jaw to the front of your neck, fingers pressing gently against the skin. You felt him feel himself through you—the bulge of his cock sliding in and out, stretching your throat from the inside. His touch sent shivers through your body. "I can feel myself inside you. So good. So fucking good for me."

He watched, mesmerized, as the visible outline of his dick pushed against your skin with each thrust, the bulge moving up and down your throat. His pace quickened, hips snapping forward with increasing urgency, using you like a sleeve, chasing his pleasure while murmuring endless praise. Tears pricked at the corners of your eyes, drool spilling from the corners of your stretched mouth, but you didn't want him to stop. You wanted to be exactly what he needed—his perfect, willing vessel.

When he finally pulled free, he let you catch your breath, his cock slick and glistening. He lifted you effortlessly, rearranging your body on the bed, pressing you into the mattress with his weight as he settled between your thighs. His mouth found yours again, kissing you deeply, tasting himself on your tongue while his hands roamed your body with desperate worship.

"Every part of you," he whispered against your skin, his lips trailing down your neck, across your collarbone, over the swell of your breasts. He kissed every inch he could reach, his tongue tracing patterns that made you arch into him. "Every single part of you is so beautiful. So precious."

He entered you slowly, deliberately, watching your face as he filled you inch by inch. The stretch was overwhelming, his thickness pressing deep, and when he was fully seated inside you, his hand slid down to press against your lower belly. You gasped at the sensation—the pressure of his palm against your abdomen making you acutely aware of how deeply he reached.

"Feel that?" He pressed harder, and you whimpered as you felt the bulge of his cock through your belly, his dick pressing against his hand from the inside. "That's me. That's how deep I am. You take all of me so perfectly."

He began to move, rolling his hips in deep, grinding thrusts that pushed him impossibly deeper with each stroke. His hand remained on your lower belly, pressing and feeling, the dual sensation of his cock inside and his hand outside creating a pressure that made you feel like you might burst apart. Your walls clenched around him desperately.

"Good girl," he praised, his voice thick with awe. "So good for me. Taking everything I give you."

His thrusts grew harder, more deliberate, each one punctuated by a soft moan from your lips. He watched where your bodies joined, watched his cock disappear into you over and over, watched the way your belly swelled slightly with each deep push. The sight seemed to drive him wild, his grip on your hip tightening as he fucked you deeper.

"Seonghwa—" you gasped, your fingers clutching at the sheets beneath you.

"I know," he soothed, leaning down to press his forehead to yours. "I know. You're doing so well. So pretty. My pretty girl."

When he finally pulled out, leaving you trembling and leaking his release, he rolled onto his back and pulled you on top of him. But not to ride him—to straddle his face. His hands gripped your thighs, guiding you over his mouth, his breath hot against your slick folds.

"Sit," he commanded softly. "Let me worship you."

You lowered yourself onto his waiting tongue, and he groaned at the taste of you and him combined. His hands spreading you wider as he licked into you with hungry devotion. His arms wrapped around your thighs, holding you firmly in place as he feasted, his tongue working with a skill that made your thighs shake.

"Stay here," he murmured against you, his lips vibrating against your sensitive flesh. "Stay right here. I could do this for hours."

His tongue found your clit, circling it with maddening precision before dipping back inside you, fucking you with his mouth the way he had with his cock. You ground against him instinctively, chasing the pleasure building in your core, and he let you—encouraged you—his hands squeezing your thighs as he held you in place.

"So sweet," he breathed between licks. "So perfect on my face. Don't move. Don't stop."

The hours stretched on, measured only by the rhythm of his tongue and the waves of pleasure he pulled from your body.

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