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Valentines Lockers Post
This is a post to collect the fills I've made for the Valentines Day Lockers 2020 event!
This is a post to collect the fills I've made for the Valentines Day Lockers 2020 event!
This is a post to collect the fills I've made for the Valentines Day Lockers 2020 event!
[Mo Dao Zu Shi] Lan Wangji/Wei Wuxian — for kay
There are two versions of Lan Wangji: the one that the rest of the world sees, and the one that belongs to Wei Wuxian alone.
(Is this a sex thing?, Wen Ning inquires as he patiently listens to Wei Wuxian wax poetic about his husband for the tenth time that day.
No, Wei Wuxian replies. Then, after a moment's thought, At least. Not always.)
It starts from the moment the doors of their private quarters slide shut. Lan Wangji, so perfectly put together throughout the day, begins to unwind. It starts with his hairpiece, gently pulled out of his hair and placed on top of the lacquered table by the bed. His hair cascades down his shoulders and back, Wei Wuxian's fingers combing through it, fingertips gentle against Lan Wangji's scalp.
"Wei Ying," Lan Wangji murmurs with a sigh, leaning his head back to seek more contact.
Wei Wuxian's hands go to Lan Wangji's shoulders next, rubbing the tension of the day right out of them. If his fingers happen to catch on Lan Wangji's robes and pull them off his shoulders while doing so, then so be it.
(Oh, Wen Ning says with the air of someone who knows Wei Wuxian far too well. This is definitely a sex thing.)
Except it's not. Even when they end up having sex.
It's about intimacy. It's about the way Lan Wangji trusts Wei Wuxian to get this close to him, to let him see the vulnerable side of him. Just the sight of Lan Wangji with his hair completely down feels intimate, in the pure fact that it's a sight for Wei Wuxian alone. The Lan Wangji who is perfectly composed, perfectly put together can rest, while this one rises to the surface. The one who pulls Wei Wuxian close for kiss after kiss, who is greedy for skin on skin and slides his hands under Wei Wuxian's robes at the first chance he gets, who has a fire burning in his eyes with how much he wants.
Wei Wuxian is more than happy to give Lan Wangji everything he asks for. This is easy; an expectation that he can meet with ease. Lan Wangji simply wants him. For Wei Wuxian's part, all he needs to do is let Lan Wangji have him. It's the easiest thing in the entire world.
[Fire Emblem: Three Houses] Felix Hugo Fraldarius/Sylvain Jose Gautier — for Masha
[DC] Huntress/Reader — for Mofu
She's waiting for you on her bike. The rumble of it is written into your senses, just like the way her mouth tastes or the way her skin feels against yours. She has her visor pulled up as watches you walk down the street and you catch the curve of her lips, the appreciative glint of her eyes.
"Catch," she says, tossing you her spare helmet. You can feel her gaze as it rakes up and down you, appreciative of your riding leathers. Like she doesn't know the sight she makes in hers.
The rumble of the motorbike between your legs feels almost as good as she does. You wrap your arms around her waist, pressing yourself close and breathing her in. You don't think you've liked the smell of motor oil this much before you met her.
"Ready?" she asks, and when you nod against her shoulder she pulls the visor down on her helmet and winds back into the traffic.
The Gotham City traffic is wild but she's wilder, weaving in between cars like it's second nature. Clinging to her and letting your laughter escape on the wind, you've never felt more alive.
Later, when she pushes you down onto her bed and climbs on top of you, you don't think you've felt more alive than that either.
[Haikyuu!!] Hinata Shouyou/Miya Atsumu — for Elmo
Atsumu enjoys the mornings when he and Shouyou are the first two at practice.
Shouoyu greets each morning with an enthusiasm that Atsumu definitely does not share in but it's worth the early alarm and the morning chill to have the gymnasium to themselves.
The smile Shouyou greets him with is the same one he wears for everyone else and Atsumu doesn't even mind when Shouyou follows it with a kiss, standing on his tiptoes with his fingers curled into the front of Atsumu's jacket.
"What?" Atsumu asks with a grin as Shouyou pulls away too quickly. "Are you getting shy on me?"
They both know that of all the words that exist in the world, shy on not one that applies to Hinata Shouyou. Atsumu is certain the rest of the team knows about them, or at least have their suspicions, but it's one of those things that they've decided to leave unsaid. It's no one's business but their own but part of that means not getting caught kissing each other first thing in the morning before practice starts .
Hinata huffs softly, glancing to the door and then back to Atsumu again, using his grip on Atsumu's jacket to pull him down this time. This kiss lingers but only for long enough to make Atsumu look forward to when they're done with practice and have more time to themselves so he can kiss Shouyou properly.
"Let's go," Shouyou says against his lips, eyes bright with excitement, ready to meet the challenge of another day.
"Yeah." Atsumu can't help his fond smile. "Lead the way."
[Fire Emblem: Three Houses] Felix/Ingrid/Sylvain — for Eth
(NSFW, trans character in sexual situation)
This is what Felix knows about Sylvain.
First, that he is annoying, in that infuriating way that is more defence mechanism than actual personality.
Secondly, that he doesn’t believe he deserves nice things. He’ll joke about them rather than actually admit that he wants them because it’s easier to shrug off that way.
Thirdly, that Sylvain deserves every single one of those nice things that he’ll never outright ask for. And that’s okay, when Felix can decipher Sylvain as easily as the code they invented when they were children. When Ingrid can do it too.
And here is another thing that Felix is currently learning about Sylvain: the way his eyes roll back with bliss as he’s fucked into the mattress, his mouth open and drooling and so, so warm and wet when Felix slips his fingers past those parted lips, curling them the same way Ingrid curled her fingers inside him just earlier.
The parallel clearly isn’t lost on Sylvain, who moans in a way that Felix can only describe as obscene, muffled around Felix’s fingers in his mouth.
Sylvain has been joking about being pegged for weeks now. Felix and Ingrid are rarely in the mood to outright indulge Sylvain and it’s even rare for them to want it at the same time.
This is one of the rare occasions; the strap-on that Ingrid is wearing matches the one Felix is wearing too, his hand stroking back and forth the smooth, polished surface of it in wonder. Sylvain is watching him eagerly, already drooling around Felix's fingers.
"Stay," Felix tells him, reaching to curl his fingers in Sylvain's hair, keeping him where Ingrid has him pressed into the space between them on the bed. He can't decide what he likes best, the view in front of him as Ingrid fucks Sylvain, breasts bouncing with each movement as Sylvain bears back to meet her thrusts, or the sounds that Sylvain is making at the back of his throat, so guttural and desperate that just listening to them has Felix wet.
But this is as good as both of them combined: pulling Sylvain's hair until he lifts his head, guiding Sylvain's mouth onto his strap-on.
"Yeah," Felix sighs, watching as Sylvain's lips slide down the length of it. "Suck my dick."
Sylvain looks up at him, whining as Ingrid thrusts into him harder. Each movement pushes his mouth further down the length of Felix's cock and it's clear that he loves it. The sounds that he's making are even better now, bobbing his head up and down as the desperate whines spill out of him.
"I think he's enjoying himself a little too much," Ingrid says, giving Felix a devious grin and grabbing Sylvain by the hips, slowing her pace until she stops with her cock still filling him.
Sylvain moans in protest, trying to push back against Ingrid and then whining when she holds him still. He looks up at Felix, pleading. Like that's going to get him anywhere.
"Did you really think we'd let you come first?" Ingrid asks. "It's like you don't even know us."
Sylvain pulls off Felix's cock, panting softly as he strokes it instead. The harness Felix is wearing gives Sylvain enough space to slip his fingers between the straps, and they both gasp shakily as Sylvain rubs his fingers against the wet heat there.
"You're soaking wet," Sylvain murmurs reverently.
He presses two of his fingers in, and Felix goes stiff with the pleasure, panting softly as he tries to resist holding onto Sylvain's wrist and grinding down against him. Except then Sylvain is moving his fingers away, grabbing Felix and manhandling him until he's on his back. Sylvain replaces those fingers with his tongue and Felix throws his head back with a moan that Ingrid echoes.
Felix blinks his eyes open to watch as Ingrid slowly pulls out of Sylvain and then slams back into him. Sylvain moans against Felix's skin and licks into him again, using one hand to pull the straps aside so he has more space while he returns the other to stroke Felix's cock again.
"Like that," Ingrid hums happily, grinding into Sylvain with slow circles of her hips.
Felix throws his arm over his face, moaning as Sylvain steadily builds him up to his orgasm. It's not the slow build that he's used to, but it can't be when Felix is already halfway gone just from having his cock in Sylvain's mouth. Sylvain is determined, relentless, and Felix finally stops resisting. He grabs Sylvain's hair with both hands, guiding him, grinding against his face, chasing the pleasure until it's washing over him and he's coming hard, arching against the bed with a low cry.
He reaches for Ingrid's hand, tugging insistently until she gets the hint. Sylvain moans as she pulls out of him, but then Felix turns him over onto his back so Ingrid can step out of her harness and sit on his face. Sylvain gets to work immediately and even if Felix can't see it, he can see the way Ingrid's back goes rigid, the way her head falls back, and he can hear her soft gasps.
Sylvain's still loose from when Ingrid was fucking him before. Felix reaches for the oil, slicking his cock and taking Ingrid's place with one smooth thrust. He can feel the full-bodied shudder of pleasure that runs through Sylvain. Ingrid gasps, rocking her hips against him and if Felix were kind, he'd let Sylvain settle first, finding a good rhythm with Ingrid.
Felix is not. He sets a rough pace as he fucks Sylvain. Ingrid lifts herself up, giving Sylvain space to breathe, but he pulls her back down, fingers digging into her thighs as he eats her out. Sylvain's cock is dripping all over his stomach but Felix ignores it as he listens to Ingrid's panting getting louder, until she's whimpering through her orgasm and Sylvain keeps going, pushing her into a second orgasm that has her shaking and pulling away from Sylvain, too sensitive for more.
"Good," Felix murmurs, when Sylvain looks up at him. He keeps thrusting into Sylvain and reaches for his cock, stroking it firmly. "Your turn."
Sylvain doesn't last long at all. It's a beautiful sight, his face scrunched up with pleasure, his hair tousled, his lips and chin slick with spit and both Ingrid and Felix. Ingrid collapses onto the bed, her arm thrown across Sylvain's chest, her head resting against Felix's thigh.
"I love it when you guys spoil me," Sylvain declares, his words slurring together.
"Don't get used to it," Felix mutters, pulling his harness off before settling against both of them.
Ingrid catches his eye with a knowing smile that makes him turn away, his cheeks burning.
He already knows that they're going to gang up on Sylvain as often as they can, now that they know he responds so well. Felix is already looking forward to it.
Re: [Fire Emblem: Three Houses] Felix/Ingrid/Sylvain — for Eth
Re: [Fire Emblem: Three Houses] Felix/Ingrid/Sylvain — for Eth
[Hypnosis Mic] Doppo/Hifumi/Juto — for Doxy
When Hifumi walks through the door to find Doppo astride Juto on their couch, all he responds with is a mild, "Oh wow."
"You're late," Doppo grouses, his voice shaking. "You know what happens when you leave him alone with me."
Hifumi does. He's spent the majority of his life protecting Doppo from would-be bullies. It's incredibly ironic that when it comes to choosing someone to join them in bed, it's the one person who is relentless at bullying Doppo.
Hanging his jacket up, Hifumi walks over to the couch for a better look. The first thing he notices is how flushed Doppo's cock is, fully erect and begging for attention that Juto is refusing to give. There's a cock ring sitting snugly at the base of Doppo's cock, a smooth black that shines in the overhead light, already covered in sweat and droplets of precome that have leaked down the length of Doppo's cock.
"Oh, you went all out tonight." Hifumi grins over Doppo's shoulder at Juto, reaching around to trail his fingers across Doppo's chest. Juto's taped bullet vibrators against his nipples, on their lowest setting but Hifumi can only guess how long they've been going for already.
To tell the truth, this is exactly the reason why Hifumi is late.
"Poor Doppo-chin," Hifumi coos, stroking his fingers through Doppo's sweaty hair, pushing it back out of his face and leaning in to kiss him. "I bet he's been teasing you for so long."
"I thought you might like to make him come yourself." Juto winks up at Hifumi. "I know you get off on the way he cries."
Juto's idea of good sex is orgasm denial until whoever's on the receiving end is driven to the point of incoherence. He's not fussed on who, exactly. Tonight, it seems that he's picked Doppo.
"Well," Hifumi hums, already getting out of his clothes. "Who am I to say no?"
Re: [Hypnosis Mic] Doppo/Hifumi/Juto — for Doxy
it’s really hard for me to talk abt what i liked about this without highlighting the entire thing but: Hifumi’s “oh wow”, Doppo being accusatory, the bullying comment, hifujyu’s casual camaderie, the revelation that Hifumi was late on purpose, Jyuto offering to let Hifumi fuck Doppo, the implication at the end that Jyuto has done this exact thing to Hifumi too 🔥
suffice to say i enjoyed, thank you for writing 🔥🔥
[Promare] Galo/Lio — for Sayoko
"I've got something to show you," Galo says before he presses his spare helmet into Lio's hands. "Let's go."
That's it. Weeks of barely seeing each other because Galo's been picking up extra shifts to go above and beyond his regular duties as a member of Burning Rescue, and Lio is on the back of his bike, arms around his waist and helmeted head resting against Galo's broad back as he considers how time can slow and speed up just like that.
Lio has spend most of what he can remember of his life alone. Set aside from others because of his mutation, then out of fear that he would hurt someone, then on the strength of his reputation. He hasn't asked for the judgement or the pedestals but he's taken them all in stride due to the simple fact of not having any other option.
Strange, how sharing Galo's apartment can change that. His absence had managed to fill the apartment in the same way his laughter does. Impossible to ignore. Infectious. Sitting on Galo's couch, looking out of Galo's balcony door and taking in Galo's view, Lio had felt the absence in him too.
Here, with his oversized Burning Rescue jacket ballooning and flapping in the wind and Galo's solid body against his, he feels like a plant that finally has the chance to soak in the sun once again. Galo is warmth, in a way that a fire can't be. A warmth that doesn't tell Lio to burn, or to run, or to hide. A warmth that instead, tells him that he is safe.
He doesn't ask where they're going. If he did, the words would be lost to his helmet and the wind whipping between them. If Galo answered, it's unlikely Lio would recognise the place's name anyway.
When they slow, Lio gets his answer. He knows this place after all.
Galo calls it the frozen lake, even though there's barely any water left pooling around the very bottom of the canyon and it's definitely not frozen any more. Galo explained once that it's his chill out place. Not, Lio noticed at the time, that it used to be but that it is.
It's a place Galo comes to calm himself down. Lio wants to rest his head against Galo's back again. The entire ride here, he thought the pounding heartbeat had been his own.
"I have a present," Galo says in a rush. "Please don't be weird about it."
"You're being weird about it," Lio replies. He swings his leg off Galo's bike, leaving his helmet on the seat, and folds his arms across his chest. "What's the present for?"
"Because I can," Galo replies. "Because I want to. Can I put my hand over your eyes?"
At this point, Galo can do whatever he damn well pleases and Lio will trust him without a doubt but most likely with some sort of back-up plan. He doesn't know how to express that in words so he just shrugs instead, then steps closer to Galo, half-turning to make it easier to cover his eyes.
"We're gonna take ten medium-sized steps," Galo says, and they stumble on the first one. "Okay. Ten big Lio-sized steps."
Lio mutters a curse at him. Galo snickers, distracting Lio mid-count and then jerking to a stop that has Lio stumbling to get his feet back under himself.
"Okay." Galo moves his hand away. "You can look."
Lio blinks his eyes open and he's not sure what he's seeing at first. Until he blinks again and with sudden clarity, he understands everything about the weeks that have just passed; the emptiness, the loneliness, the extra work.
"Galo."
He gets a nervous chuckle. "I, uh. Can't tell if that's a good Galo or a bad Galo."
"It's an I'm going to kill you but I'll be kissing you the whole time I do it Galo." Lio sucks in a deep breath, trying to calm himself down.
Standing there, between the trees with the backdrop of the not-frozen not-lake, is a replica of the bike Lio would style his Burnish flames into. He recognises the angles, the height of the handle bars, the low seat.
Apparently, Galo had memorised all of the same details too.
"I like riding on my bike with you," Galo tells him. "I just thought you'd like this better. "
"I love it." Lio breathes, meaning something else entirely as he turns to Galo. "Thank you. Don't you ever take on extra work and leave me alone at home just to buy me something shiny ever again."
Galo laughs, stumbling back a couple of steps with the force of Lio's hug. "I mean, look at it. It's so shiny."
"Thank you," Lio murmurs against his chest, and means it for more things than he thinks he will ever be able to verbalise.
Galo simply holds him in return, like he already understands.
[Fire Emblem: Three Houses] Dimitri/Felix – for Lauren
The first thing Felix says is, "I refuse."
The second thing he says is, "No, seriously. I refuse."
"Indulge me," Dimitri murmurs, already pulling Felix's coat off. As if Felix doesn't already spend far too much of his time doing just that.
"Dim—Bo—Dima—Boar," Felix protests, his palms flat against Dimitri's chest. Like it would do anything to stop the king from doing something if he truly wanted to.
"You should decide whether or not you're angry at me," Dimitri chuckles, trailing his fingers down Felix's bare arms and leaving goosebumps in their wake. "So I will know how to proceed."
"Do not proceed," Felix hisses, even as he presses his mouth to Dimitri's. "You don't have to do this."
"Oh, I know that." Dimitri tugs Felix's sleeveless turtleneck over his head next, then pulls his hair loose from its ponytail. "This is purely because I want to. It feels nice when you do it for me. I simply want to return the favour. I feel like I'm trying to bathe a cat."
Felix washes Dimitri's hair for him from time to time, as thorough with this task as he is when polishing his armour or sharpening his sword. Dimitri loves it, melting under Felix's fingers and soaking in his attention and care. Felix will admit, only on the pain of death, that he enjoys it too.
He just doesn't understand why Dimitri insists on returning the favour. The last thing he wants is Dimitri's fingers in his hair, all of that strength tempered by the gentleness he has rediscovered within himself. Felix doesn't think he can bear the feeling of all of that, concentrated into this one simple task.
Mostly, he doesn't know how he'll walk away from it without constantly longing for it again.
"Felix." Dimitri kisses his bare shoulder. "Please?"
Shutting his eyes, Felix relents. "Fine."
[Fire Emblem: Three Houses] Felix Hugo Fraldarius/Sylvain Jose Gautier — for Devin
It's the middle of the night, and the duke isn't in his quarters.
It would be less of a problem if not for the fact that he was there just a while ago. Maybe a couple of hours. It's too dark to judge the time and Sylvain is still recovering from, well, back when the duke was still in his quarters.
He grunts as he gets to his feet, pulling his clothes on and then grabbing for his quilted robe. It's something he brought with him from Gautier and it's not usually as cold here but it's still good for wandering the halls in the middle of the night.
He follows a familiar path through the halls, up one staircase and then up a second, secret staircase, using his hand against the wall to guide him the same way he has so many times before, each visit years apart but still etched into his fingertips as clearly as it is etched into his memory.
It's colder when he steps out onto the highest balcony of the Fraldarius estate, and Sylvain ties his robe around himself tightly before he climbs onto the roof, using the tiles for purchase until he reaches halfway to the very top. There's a flat section here, hidden from sight and hidden from knowledge unless one has discovered it for themselves.
It's where Felix sits, leaning back against the rest of the sloping roof and looking at the sky. Sylvain sighs, his breath visible in the cold.
"Duke Fraldarius."
Felix doesn't move but his gaze does, settling on Sylvain. Then, slowly, his lips curve into a smile. "Margrave Gautier."
"Can't sleep?" Sylvain asks, settling down beside Felix. "Even after you completely wore me down in bed? I'm offended."
"You're here too," Felix replies, shuffling closer when Sylvain unties his robe and holds it open in invitation. "I can't have worn you down that hard."
"Mm, unfortunate." Sylvain pulls Felix to sit in his lap, wrapping them both in his robe and kissing the nape of Felix's neck. "You'll have to try harder next time."
"Only if you remember that you asked for it," Felix replies. "And not before you have to ride home. I'm not listening to those complaints ever again."
"I just won't be able to ride then," Sylvain sighs. "The journey home is too long and too treacherous if not on horseback. I'll have to extend my stay. Thank you for your generous hospitality."
"I'm so kind like that," Felix deadpans. "What would I do, without the Margrave himself following me every moment of the day—"
"—And begging you to fuck him every night," Sylvain finishes.
Felix hums. "I don't mind that bit. Pity I can't have the sex and leave the personality."
"Rude."
Felix looks over his shoulder, his smile in his eyes even when it doesn't show on his lips. "You love me anyway."
"Yes," Sylvain says, pulling him closer. "Yes I do."