#/this is also written on my pinned post but;

[vierona]

— -             ༒︎..             [𝕿]he events that shall unfold hereafter are,       in the greater measure of things,       𝖻𝗎𝗍 𝖿𝗂𝖼𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇𝗌 𝗐𝗈𝗏𝖾𝗇 𝖻𝗒 𝗍𝗂𝗆𝖾;         or so it hath been revealed by tales aged with centuries,       and the whispered hymns of lullabies sung in the still of night to banish 𝗳𝗼𝘂𝗹 creatures of dread.         𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘺 𝘪𝘯𝘥𝘶𝘭𝘨𝘦𝘯𝘤𝘦,       I do now revive these ancient chronicles,       from the lips of thine most 𝘂𝗻𝘁𝗿𝘂𝘀𝘁𝘄𝗼𝗿𝘁𝗵𝘆 chronicler,       𝕸aria,       the second 𝕭ride.

[𝕾]ince my arrival,       I have been in near constant company with the Countess.         I may venture to declare that she is,       if not more so,       every bit as commanding as the 𝕮ount himself.         She personifies reverence,       moving with such effortless grace through these endless halls of gilded splendor,       that I oft find myself pondering how many years,       centuries—she dwelt within these hallowed walls.

𝟏𝟔𝟎𝟎?         Date unknown.         All the days do now seem to meld and entwine,       as though each indistinguishable from the last.         𝟐:𝟒𝟓 𝖆.𝖒.

[𝕸]y curiosity overcomes me,       and I peruse the learned tomes upon the Countess' life before this dreaded curse afflicted her.         There are several books in the Countess' library,        each one bearing the faintest trace of vanilla and sandalwood,       the very scent of the Countess herself.         And upon laying my hands on these cherished sagas,       a strange and soothing comfort fills my wretched soul,       though damned it may be;         a sense of familiarity,       as if a forgotten memory stirs within the depths.

[𝕾]he was Aeliana ferch Owain Glyndŵr,       born into splendor and might in the year of 1395.         The Countess,       undeniably,       sprang from noble stock.         Her sire was Owain Glyndŵr,       a warrior of renown,       a commander of armies,       and the last native-born Welshman to claim the title Prince of Wales.         In the years that followed,       the daughter of the Baron—later risen to the stature of Prince—did blossom like a flower kissed by the sun.         Titled as Princess,       and the most cherished youngest of her father’s eleven offspring,       she was graced with the finest education,       adored,       pampered,       and prepared for a union befitting her exalted rank.         She was,       in truth,       happy,       in the purest and most untainted sense of the word.

[𝕳]appiness,       too,       did come in the form of a most fortuitous arrangement.         I’ve discovered a series of tender missives,       penned by the Count and directed to the princess.         Excerpts include:         “My angel,       my very self,       my Aeliana,       the fairest of all,       my heart belongs to you,       My immortal beloved….”         No year of engagement is recorded,       nor any mark to reveal when first the Count’s eyes beheld the princess in her radiant form.         She writes back to him.         Excerpts include:         “You who fill my days with unspoken joy,       and my nights with passions deep and unmeasured,       I count each fleeting hour until I am once more held in thy embrace.”

[𝕿]rue turmoil in the princess’ picturesque life began in the year of 1408.         The English marched north to Harlech Castle,       amidst the bitter cold of winter,       did surrender in the year 1409.         Thus,       the house of Glyndŵr fell.         The prince’s wife and his children were taken captive,       and imprisoned within the grim Tower of London.         There,       in the year 1413,       they were all destined to perish,       and their bodies lay interred at St. Swithin,       near London Stone.         The princess,       at this time,       was but 18 summers old.         The accounts of this tale do differ most greatly in their telling.         Aeliana’s grave is empty;         her fate shrouded in mystery,       lost to the annals of time.

[𝕴] now turn toward the most plausible conclusion wrought from my investigations.         Legend does speak of the death of Aeliana ferch Owain Glyndŵr,       yet remain silent upon the tale of the birth and damnation of the Countess Verona.         In her deathbed,       the 𝕮ount comes like a shadow in the dead of the night,       the very darkness seeming to cling to him.         Ere her final breath,       he makes unto her a most compelling offer,       one that binds them both to eternal wedded bliss.         A vow was sworn,       a marriage sealed.         His lips lightly brush against the supple of her neck,       and crimson rivulets follow in their wake.         And she,       risen anew,       was no longer the maiden bound to death's cold embrace,       but a woman damned.         He tenderly calls her his “Fair Verona”,       his immortal beloved.         And together,       hand in hand,       they journey to the Carpathian mountains,       to a castle in decay—haunted and loveless.         Soon enough,       his promises wither like the petals of a rose,       and he did beget concubines,       and later,       a second wife.

[𝕿]he Countess Verona has come to know my investigations,       and to my astonishment,       instead of wrath,       she has taken me under her wing.         Together,       we endure this ceaseless nightmare.         And in her tender embrace,       I found a warmth long forgotten,       one that had not graced my soul in centuries.

[ravaging-angel]

What's up, gamers???

It's been a little while since I did a proper Etsy Shop update, so here we are! It's been a mix of my IRL life being busy (as always) and burnout, but we're here now. So, Let's get started:

New additions

Wave one of the Super Punch Out!! Charms are here! This is been highly requested for a while, so I hope that these were worth the wait. I'm hoping on creating the second wave sooner rather than later. The Characters available in this wave are:

Birdie (Little Mac)

Gabby Jay

Dragon Chan

Narcis Prince

Heike Kagero

Masked Muscle

Mad Clown

Pins of Edgar from the film Electric Dreams (1984)! I really wanted to do something of this goober for a while. I may have made a whoopsie and order them a half-inch larger than planned. So they're. Massive. Still, I think they're cute. There's 3 variants to choose from and a deal if you get all 3 together.

Restocks

TTCC Low Baller pins

Nights, Reala, and Jackle charms

P03 Acrylic Charms

David King Acrylic Charms

Original Punch Out Wii charms (NOTE: Aran Ryan is still out of stock for a lil while, hoping to get him restocked ASAP).

Last Runs/Retiring Certain Items

The restocked David King charms are on their last run, and so are all other DBD items. While I do look back at DBD fondly, I do plan on moving away from it. This is from a lack of passion for new DBD items, as well as most of the designs being somewhat old now, and not representative of my current style.

The Nightopian and Nights Chao charms were not restocked, and there are currently no plans to restock them at the moment.

At the moment, I have no known misprints or B-grades in my stock (Yippie!) so the listing has been retired for the moment.

If you'd like to see any of my retired items returned to the shop, or would like to request something, I'd love to hear your feedback! You guys are the people who make this worth doing, I appreciate you.

Final Notes

MY SHOP IS RUNNING A SALE FOR THE UPDATE <3

All listings, excluding the new additions, are 25% off!

Check it out here: https://www.etsy.com/shop/RavagingAngel

Sale lasts from now (Feb 17th) till March 17th.

Once again, thank you all for the support, I hope you enjoy the update.

This is Davy, signing off. Ya'll have a good night.

[saetiate]

omg it is almost 5am gasp i am going to sleepsies!!! i love you i love you i hope you have a wonderful week ahead!!!

i have a little panettone in the fridge should i eat it or should i- NO U KNOW WHAT i am gonna sleep and have it be the reason i get up bright and early (in like 4 hours) tomorrow mwuahaha

[call-me-copycat]

Thinking of selling little things for a little extra money since my job doesn't pay well >⁠.⁠< Just pins, keychains, and little print outs. Maybe stickers if I have the time. I'd do art commissions if I knew how they worked and had the bravery (⁠╥⁠﹏⁠╥⁠)

I already have pins, just trying to work myself up to actually selling them online. I dunno, I opened a Ko-Fi account over a year ago and never had the guts to share it. I just like staying anonymous and am always a little paranoid (⁠｡⁠ﾉ⁠ω⁠＼⁠｡⁠) Unfortunately I need money to save up for a car/school in general

I'll work it out (⁠^⁠～⁠^⁠;⁠)⁠ゞ

My pins! It's official art ^⁠_⁠^ I've no idea what to sell them for though (·︿· `) 25mm, very small

(I took the Aizawa and Mic for my work apron lol)

[sochilll]

what if I started writing fanfic again. what then.

[transimailisa]

“I can’t be angry with you…” Princess Alisa spoke before bending down to give a big kiss on Princess Anilaphat's clear cheeks. “However, you should never speak of renouncing your royal status again.”

“...”

“Can you promise me?” Princess Anilaphat only gave Mother a wry smile but didn’t say anything in response. “Hearing that, I almost suffocated to death.”

“...”

“You’re my heart and your father’s heart, don’t you know?”

“Whatever father and mother wish from me, no matter how hard it is, I’m willing to do it.” Princess Anilaphat moved her body away from the embrace to make eye contact with her mother easily. “Having to leave the country to study alone since I was a little kid and barely knew a thing, l did it. When I returned, mother didn’t want me to practice the profession I studied; fearing that I would be in dire straits, I continued my studies to become a teacher like father and mother intended me to be.”

“...”

“Why is the only thing I asked for… mother couldn't give me in return?"

“…”

“So, what is the point of having such a high rank if I cannot grab what I desire?”

“Anil… what you desire is inappropriate for you.”

“How inappropriate is that? Is it so easy to meet the person I love, Mother?”

-

i have been personally loving the work on adaptation the loyal pin has done on the show. the show is extremely loyal (lmao) to its source and all the changes provided do feel in line with the orignal work which is why i cant wait to see the last few episodes.

that being said there is a few changes that sometimes collapse in itself if you havent read the book (prince anan mentioning a past forbidden love or once again prince anan already knowing about anin and pins situation and when he has to confront anin about it in front of their mother and aunt patt) which all could be discussed about how you adapt a book. but i personally want to bring up something that is as trivial as one line in the book but to me !! it is a little nuance that feels too bad to be left out.

anin wanted to find a job in architecture upon returning to thailand but her parents (especially mother) didn’t let her.

the show and books make a beautiful cases to demonstrate how misogyny, class and homophobia are all deeply connected as being the great obstacle for anin and pin, together and both separately, each navigating a cage that is held above them even by their closest relatives.

and so comes the question of independence. financial independence. financial independence is truly one of the biggest shackles to be taken down when mentioning Anything related to self determination. because seeing anin more than willing to drop what gives her the most security in life for pin who knows what that non security implies, means that you must have at least what you must to be self sufficient.

anin wishing for this before the whole mess of pin’s engagement both shows how she already wanted to be independent as early as possible and that her parents, despite specifically sending her abroad for ‘more honorable studies’ and such do see anin getting a job in architecture as a Lesser way to live. because she would not be a comfortable as her current situation and inflict again their wishes on her on which job she should aim for while still remaining tied to them.

this detail is trivial and just one more line in the whole theme of the book of how misogyny ties women down to their position theyre supposed to fulfil, and have other women keep you in check of that. but it also comes with the whole realisation for anin of how despite the looks and support and liberties her class allows her to get, her gender will ultimately always be what societal expectations throws her back into. and that wish of financial independence prior to pin’s engagement shows that she was well aware of that, or at the very least in part, and was once again trying to sneak out of this hold.

[crushcandles]

let's find each other

crushcandles. writer, all over the place fannishly. she/her.

AO3: crushcandles bluesky: crushcandles dreamwidth: crushcandles pillowfort: crushcandles

[molinaskies]

Just wanted to say, I love you’re analysis post, there so peak🔥🔥🔥🔥, also you’re fic is peak 🔥🔥🔥

Awhh, thank you so much!! I’m so glad you enjoyed them :)

I started this blog almost 3 years ago because I didn’t have anyone to listen to my ideas. Now there are so many of you in this little journey with me, so thank you so much for being here! ♥️

[declanscunt]

kenstewy fic recs?

oh god… so many… first of all anything and everything by ao3 authors leoandsnake (especially tsd i & tsd ii) and stewyonmolly (im particularly fond of lesbian kenstewy & their senses series)

MORE RECS UNDER CUT!!!

coefficient of variation by trill_gutterbug

summary:

"No, it's not—I just want to. It's not like, a thing, you know?"

"You want to lie here slobbering on my limp dick while I read forty-seven thrilling pages of Macroprudential Policy Regulation, but it's 'not a thing.'"

Kendall's face, already hot, pulsed feverish with a livid mix of embarrassment and arousal. He shut his eyes. "Something like that, yeah."

Telemachus’ Detachment by magnoliabud

summary:

There’s one thing Logan hasn’t used against Kendall yet: his relationship with Stewy. Kendall decides to jump in front of it.

Or: thirty years of something.

Set from the middle of Series 3, after the shareholder’s meeting.

tenderness of heart by strangeluvz

summary:

Stewy,

My assistant said that you told her if I wasn’t using my phone “to at least send a fucking letter or some shit” and I don’t know whether you were joking or whatever but here. You know that being online is bad shit for me man. So here’s this: I’m OK. Is that good enough? Do you need a stool sample or something too? Vial of my blood? Let me know

Kendall Roy

*

Kendall goes offline. Stewy sends him letters.

we’ll meet in even greater darkness later by moonrocks

summary:

Kendall isn’t exactly sure what Stewy’s doing here, if this is a booty call for old times’ sake or there’s something else they need to discuss. Maybe Stewy’s just doing him another solid. Since his dad died, it’s been hard to be stagnant in his apartment all alone. Between the studio in LA and the corporate retreat in Norway, Kendall has actively avoided it, but the election is coming up, and there’s nowhere to run now. He’s in the bullpen and the beast is rearing its ugly head.

(Set sometime between 4x04 and 4x08).

some little language by strangeluvz

summary:

Stewy says, “Dude, sometimes. I think I, like, love you so much, it physically hurts.”

Kendall replies, without thinking, “What the fuck.”

*

Post-canon: Kendall goes to Stewy. Stewy’s arms are always open.

Make Good by Springandastorm

summary:

"I don't think…" Kendall trails off. His shoulders hang heavy.

"You don't think, or you do?" Stewy asks, the usual smooth scale of his voice a little softer, like he's talking Kendall off a ledge somewhere.

"I think I'm pretty fucking hollow."

"Yeah. My voice echoes when I talk to you." Stewy agrees, leaning a little closer and knocking his shoulder into his. "That's okay."

a current under sea / picked his bones in whispers by ingwertee

summary:

God, he’s been picking up the pieces for a mopey, strung out, kicked puppy version of Kendall for over a year now. Kendall’s sudden surge of confidence, however unjustified, turns him on, reminds him of the Kendall he had started to think only existed in his daydreams.

a little of the collapsing space by ohtempora

summary:

“I’m not gonna say you should have told me,” Stewy says. “You absolutely should not have told me fucking anything."

what did you tell me, mary by harukatenoh

summary:

In which Kendall and Stewy attempt to answer: what have you got in your fucking hand?

i figure you with love by alaczije

summary:

Stewy manages to do a decent job of forgetting about Kendall, and him-and-Kendall, and all the neuroses contained therein, until the pap photos leak.

Luxe / Redux by orestesfasting

summary:

He’s not sure what he’s more angry about, is the thing. The betrayal or the subsequent lie.

Or—maybe that’s not quite true. He knows which one he’s more angry about, and he knows that rationally it should be the other one. But needless to say, if Kendall had told him the truth about why he did what he did, Stewy wouldn’t be heading to his place uninvited at 11PM on a Saturday night, brimming with righteous fury like the proverbial woman scorned.

[laseratingfist]

okay now elaborate on your luka aus pls pls pls

I HAVE A COUPLE....

Silvermane AU.... where Luka's life circumstances are a bit different and his dad sends him to the Overworld before the separation order (by coincidence mostly) so Luka can go to school and he joins the Silvermanes. he gains a crush on Captain Gepard because who wouldn't?!?! he loses his arm defending his Captain in a particularly bad Fragmentum fight.

Elation Puppet/sampoluka roleswap.... mainly it started as a roleswap and then i got enthralled by the idea of Luka as a "god's discarded puppet" (i was a Scaramouche/Wanderer fan in Genshin, so, i feel this is at least a little self explanatory?) Sampo is Aha (or an aspect of) and builds Luka to cheer Themself up. it ultimately doesn't work and in a fit of anger, They throw the puppet across the cosmos. Luka lands on Jarilo-VI and the impact damages his body and memory. later, Sampo arrives and becomes the sketchiest boxer the Underworld has ever seen. (i haven't written any farther past this point....)

and finally, "Little Brother Luka" .... sort of building off of the Funny Bone MV, when Sampo is younger he finds/is cared for a young Luka. Luka runs away with him and joins the Tavern, and they make their living doing odd and difficult jobs. Luka loses his arm still, defending Sampo in a Fragmentum fight. (it's just in Luka's nature to lose his arm, y'know??)

[mooseonahunt]

What if 😳 I wrote ✍🏼 a Serennedy oneshot where Luis found a little girl while in Valdelobos and took her in as his own daughter and when they escape Spain Luis and Leon basically raise her together but also Luis and Leon don’t get together until like halfway through the oneshot 👉🏼👈🏼 and then we kissed. Haha just kidding… unless 👀

[expiredchances]

sapphiresands --- > expiredchances

Small heads up! Changed my url

[lamuradex]

WOOT! I've made a banner for the story I'll be writing for @novella-november

I had a lot of fun making it, mouse and keyboard in a photoshop-esque program. I'm not saying it's brilliant, but its pretty good considering my skills with these things.

And it's a story I've been wanting to write for a while, Ninth Realm. (Was it wrong to write it as a number 9 on the banner and Ninth everywhere else?)

It was a toss up earlier in the year if I was going to do this or Madman and the Princess for 40K in 42 Days. And now I'm finally going to be getting to it.

I put down word one tomorrow, and I'm just going to write as much as possible over November. Wish me luck!

[rosalind-hawkins]

What Do I Ship?

Don't mistake this for a tolerance or tier list. I will read and write ships that aren't even on this list, or write ships from the secondary list sometimes, this is just to give you a general sense of the stuff I mainly support/think about and in what capacity. Might be updated periodically. Ranting and comments in the tags.

Re: the Mokuba ships, I only ship them in non-problematic ways, where either the Kaiba brothers are ageswapped, making Mokuba the same age as the rest of the main cast, or where they only get together far post-canon where Mokuba's an adult. We cool? Cool.

Primary Ships

(things I can/want to create content for; this does not include every ship I've ever written, just the ones I care about/are currently engaged in writing/plan to write multiple fics for, or ships I just stan in a way that I know it'll never end)

Euroshipping (Kaiba x Ryou)

Puppyshipping (Joey x Kaiba)

Mumbleshipping (Kaiba x Ryou x Duke)

Teaseshipping (Joey x Ryou x Kaiba)

Snareshipping (Joey x Duke)

Trustshipping (Kaiba x Ishizu)

Polarshipping (Joey x Mai)

Blueshipping (Kisara x Kaiba)

Mizushipping (Kisara x Priest Seto)

Minorshipping (Ryou x Duke)

Mastershipping (Duke x Kaiba)

Puffshipping (Joey x Ryou)

Sweetshipping (Ryou x Mokuba)

Wintershipping (Mokuba x Amane)

Rollshipping (Duke x Ryou x Joey)

Secondary Ships

(things I will read but I don't write {much, or anymore, in some cases} for one reason or other)

Wishshipping (Joey x Yugi)

Powershipping (Kaiba x Marik)

Graceshipping (Ishizu x Ryou)

Doubtshipping (Kaiba x Ryou x Marik)

Petshipping (Duke x Kaiba x Joey)

Axisshipping (Kaiba x Siegfried)

Angstshipping (Ryou x Marik)

Irateshipping (Marik x Joey)

Buddyshipping (Joey x Tristan)

Heartshipping (Yugi x Ryou)

Fragileshipping (Yami Yugi x Ryou)

Changeshipping (Duke x Marik)

Logicshipping (Priest Seto x Priestess Isis)

Gemshipping (Ryou x Thief King Bakura)

Thiefshipping (Yami Bakura x Marik)

Candleshipping (Kaiba x Ryou x Yami Bakura)

Antagoshipping (Kaiba x Yami Bakura)

Corruptshipping (Priest Seto x Thief King Bakura)

Stoicshipping (Kaiba x Priest Seto)

Shimmershipping (Duke x Mokuba)

Guardshipping (Kaiba x Roland)

Senetshipping (Ishizu x Duke)

Angelicshipping (Ryou x Rafael)

Mercuryshipping (Kisara x Kaiba x Ishizu)

Entrepreneurshipping (Duke x Kaiba x Siegfried)

Unnamed (Aigami x Marik x Yami Bakura)

Scholarshipping (Kaiba x Ishizu x Ryou)

There's also plenty of random unnamed poly ships that I want to play around with in one-shots, usually a combo of my top six fave characters.

[homosexual-fast-dancer]

Hiiiii my name is Floyd! I have many f/os but I don't really have a have an f/o list

I'm not too active but I try to be friendly and helpful if I can!

Rn I'm on the first season of Red_Vs_Blue and I f/o most of the male characters but especially Cab.oose, my special boy :3

I do not support Rooster_Teeth and their business/practices

Follow me and get a fing silly boy mutual

(also follow my partner @/selfsheep)

[obey-me-headquarters]

Impatience fills the air. Like a tiger ready to strike or a coiled band bending to break. The atmosphere hangs heavily between you, Cove, and Baxter.

It was a normal evening for the three of you, or as normal as your new relationship could be. An evening spent in and enjoying each other's cooking that started out playful slowly turned more and more heated as the night went on.

With the food eaten and the dishes being washed, the tension was palpable. Baxter is on washing duty, while Cove dries and you put the dishes away. Every touch as plants were passed lingered, and glances got more and more heated.

Finally, the band broke. Lunging forward, you grab Baxter by the collar and push him against the sink. He raises his eyebrows at the suddenness but melts into the kiss with a needy moan.

Cove sheepishly glances over his shoulder at the two of you, wet dish still in hand. His eagerness bleeding through, but his shyness halting him from making any sudden moves.

Your tongue slips into Baxter's willing mouth, welcomed with a needy moan. The both of you were nearly lost in your heated embrace. Tongues pressing against each other and hands desperately clenching clothing. Yet your mind couldn't help but wander to your other partner. A sidelong glance reveals Cove standing off to the side, wet dish in hand, his want so earnestly on display.

Well, that certainly wouldn't do.

Working on pure impulse, you grab onto Cove's shirt in a blind grab and pull him towards you. Breaking the kiss with Baxter, you swiftly direct your attention towards your sea formed haired lover. A startled squeak escapes his lips as you lean forward to press your lips against his.

Baxter observes you two through hooded eyes, slumped against the counter as he desperately tries to catch his breath.

"As fun as kissing in the kitchen is, do you mind if we take this a bit more comfortable?" Baxter asks.

You loathe to put an end to your sudden make-out session, but you could see the appeal of the suggestion. You didn't want one of the first times the three of you were intimate to be in a kitchen.

With a grumble, you lean away from Cove, who gives you a confused look.

"H-huh? We're- what?"

Obviously, he didn't hear what Baxter had suggestioned, to preoccupied with having your tongue down his throat. With a laugh, you pull Cove by the hand and grab Baxter's on your way, too.

It was a bit awkward trying to lead them both, but by Baxter's pleased snicker, you guess that the two of them made due. It wasn't long before the three of you arrived at your door, which you kicked out as you were out of hands to open it with.

"Um, I could have opened that for you." Cove states behind you.

Yet you pay him mind, quickly leading your two lovers towards the bed. Cove falls first onto it, and you halt Baxter with another kiss.

Grinning, he leans into it, and you push him into Cove's lap. Cove gratefully accepts his gift and wraps his lips around Baxter's neck while your own is still pressed against Baxter's. Trailing kisses up and down the shorter man's neck, Cove stops at his mole. Knowing that it's one of the most sensitive spots on his body, Cove ghosts his lips over the spot.

With a choked-off moan, Baxter gasps against your lips. An airly chuckle escapes your lips, and you ever so slightly lean away, just to enjoy the sight of Baxter squirming against Cove. The taller man was caging him in with his body, holding him against his chest as he teased the skin around Baxter's oh so sensitive mole. Baxter wasn't that short of a guy, but Cove was extremely tall, and he used every inch to his advantage as he held Baxter against him.

It was obviously doing something for Baxter, too, judging by the way he leaned back into the hold, as if he wanted to envelop fully. With a smirk, Baxter glances towards you, obviously wondering where you've gone, but not too disappointed with who you left him with.

Before he could say a no doubt sophisticated and playful remark, you leaned forward and captured his mouth in a kiss. Yet this kiss was less about getting acquainted with the inside of his mouth and more about exploration as your hands trail alongside his body.

Reaching his crotch your hands confidently pressed against it, earning your a groan from the monochromatic man, which you happily swallowed. Baxter was throughly overwhelmed sandwiched between you and Cove, a fact he was acutely aware of. When you leaned back to catch your breath, Baxter stammers out:

"Don't- don't you two want to enjoy each other's company a bit more?"

Grinning deviously at him, you very much did not. Content with overwhelming him with pleasure he never thought he would receive. Cove obviously had a similar thought as he reached around Baxter to undo his shirt buttons.

"No." He whispered bluntly into the shell of Baxter's ear, earning him a delicious shudder.

With a defeated sigh, Baxter relaxes into the hold. "Well, I wouldn't stop you two since you're so determined."

"Good, you couldn't if you tired." You reply with a grin before dropping to your knees.

Hastily, you grab onto Baxter's belt and loosen the buckle. Flinging it over your shoulder the moment it's loose enough you make quick work of the buttons and zipper, cursing yourself for not removing his clothing before sitting him down, but too impatient to stop now. With an annoyed grunt, you pull down his pants, not even bothering to remove them fully, and let them hang around his ankles.

Finally you see what you're been thinking about all night, Baxter's cock. Unfortunately, it's still clothed by his cute leaf boxers, but it's half hard and dripping, creating a wet patch. You knew that Baxter was needy, but you didn't know that a few kisses were all that was needed to get him this worked up.

Kissing the wet patch, Baxter bucks against you, almost hitting you in the face. Luckily you're able to lean back before he does.

"Sorry, th-that was rude of me. I just- hmp!" Baxter throws his head back with a moan as Cove sucks a hickey around his mole while his hands reach down to hold Baxter down.

"Don't worry, I'll keep him still for you." Cove states.

You know that Baxter isn't going anyway with Cove holding him down. His hard earned muscles he got from his summers of surfing being put to use as he holds Baxter tightly against him.

With a smirk you pull the leaf boxers down to his ankles, and enjoy the sight of Baxter's hard cock leaking against his stomach. Licking your lips you lean forward to give his slit a kiss, earning you a breathy groan.

Cove's hands wrap firmly around Baxter's thighs, spreading his legs for you and holding him in place.

"Good luck, you're going to need it." He says ominously into Baxter's ear.

"I- what?" Baxter asks confused, he's never been victim to your mouth on his cock before, unlike Cove who knew exactly what you're capable of.

Before he can get an answer, your lips wrap around his dick. You only take a moment to savor the taste of his precum and compare it to Cove's, before your tongue works its magic.

"Ugh! O-oh, my- hmp! Now wait just a- fuck!" Baxter throws his head back with a throaty groan. You're glad that Cove had the foresight to hold Baxter down, because the way he's thrashing right now would surely dislodge you from your spot. Fortunately, with his strong hold, Baxter remains held in place as you treat him to the otherworldly experience of your mouth.

No amount of squirming, thrashing, or withering could deter you, as Baxter quickly surmised, not that he stopped doing any of those things as you sucked. The moans and groans you pull out of him are entirely involuntary, as Baxter would prefer if you and Cove didn't hear such neediness from him so early into your relationship. But there was no helping it, and he quickly spilled a mix of "Please," "Oh god," and language you didn't think the normally sophisticated man would ever confess to knowing.

Cove decided that he wouldn't completely overwhelm the poor man, at least, not yet, and took a break from painting his neck with hickeys. Instead, he was content to watch Baxter lose all sense of composer against him.

"Fuck- please, oh God I can't!" Baxter moaned, and that was all the warning before he came into your mouth.

Normally, he was a lot more polite, warning about any spilling, but all sense of decency was clearly sucked out of him. You let yourself enjoy the unique taste of his spent before swallowing, mouth still wrapped around his dick. Baxter mewled softly at the sensation but was too worn to complain.

Leaning back you wipe all drool and uncaught cum from your chin with the back of the hand, and chuckled when you caught sight of Baxter.

You were getting used to seeing him more relaxed and messy, but you have yet to see just how far he could let himself go until now. He laid boneless in Cove's hold, the taller man's hold being the only thing keeping him unright. His eyes were glossed over and his pupils were so dilated that it made him look cat like. Mouth hanging slightly open, a few drops of drool spill down his chin.

Cove is no longer holding him so tightly, instead choosing a loser hold against his chest. Leaning down, he presses a kiss onto Baxter's forehead, and that seems to snap him out of his daze.

Looking down at you with hooded eyes accusatory, Baxter asks:

"Where in the world did you learn to do that with your tongue?"