#I DID NOT LOOK LIKE I WAS STABBING MYSELF

[saintobio]

blue christmas

a sincerely yours christmas special. non-canon. angst. 900 wc. part of the sy side-stories.

It was quiet that night. 

The fire crackled softly in the hearth, and the scent of pine and cinnamon lingered in the air while the warm glow of Christmas lights twinkled on the tree. Outside, snow drifted lazily to the ground, covering the surroundings of your home in a soft, pile of white. It felt peaceful—almost too peaceful—and you sat back on the couch, lounging after a nice Christmas dinner with your teenage son, Sachiro, who cradled a mug of cocoa in his hands beside you.

You smiled faintly, admiring how much he had grown, and how this quiet night seemed so far removed from the all the drama that had once filled your life. But the comfort of the moment didn’t last long before he spoke. His voice, deep like his father’s, broke the silence of your supposed peaceful night. 

“Mom,” he began, “Why didn’t you ever choose to remarry Dad?”

The question hit you harder than expected, and for a moment, you couldn’t find the right words. Really, what were the right words? You had never been good at talking about these things, and you didn’t expect that your son would put you on the hot seat like this. The past, especially those connected to Satoru—sometimes it felt easier to leave them untouched, forgotten. As it should be. 

You glanced at your son, unsure of how to explain the complicated web of emotions that tangled inside you. “I thought... it was for the best,” you said quietly, voice soft as you searched for something that sounded right. His question was too sudden to be given a decent answer. “You know your Dad and I just couldn’t make it work. And for you, for us, it was better this way.”

Sachiro nodded slowly as if he already knew the answer, yet his fingers tightened around the mug. You could see the way he was processing your words, as if he was hoping for better reasoning. He had never even known the sibling he had lost until recently, the gap that finally forced his father out of your lives. Sachiro only saw the quiet love that both his parents shared, but it wasn’t enough, not for either of you.

“Do you ever wonder what it would be like if my sibling were here?” he asked, clearly inciting. “If you kept her, mom. Would she be celebrating with us tonight?”

You felt the ache in your chest as the question landed. You knew Sachiro’s question came from a place of grudge, aiming really well at a spot that hurt the most. And it did good at bringing you a pang of grief from a memory you had tried to bury long ago. You weren’t numb. Of course the loss still stung, even all these years later.

“I think about it all the time,” you murmured, unable to hide the shame in your voice. “What she would’ve been like. How she would’ve looked like. But... I don’t want to remember, Sachiro. I’ve made peace with it.”

But he wasn’t done. “Then, why didn’t you try again?” His voice was so gentle, yet so curious. “Why didn’t you remarry anyone else? I mean... Dad’s married to someone else now. And they’re having another baby. Shouldn’t that be a sign?”

The words felt like a stab to your chest, your heart shattering with an emotion you couldn’t name. Satoru’s life had moved on without you, far far too long ago, yet every reminder of it still cut deep. 

“I’m happy for him,” you said softly, the words stuck in your throat. “But that doesn’t mean I want the same outcome for myself. It’s... complicated.”

Marrying someone else again was not in your books. 

You could feel the intensity of Sachiro’s gaze on you, as if waiting for more. But you didn’t have more to give. You didn’t know how to explain the parts of you that had been shattered, the pieces that had never fully healed. Even if your own son hated you for it. 

“I just want you to be happy, Mom,” Sachiro said, turning away from you, his gaze landing on the Christmas tree. “I want you to have what you deserve. When I have my own family someday, I don’t want you to be spending your Christmas all alone.”

You wanted to tell him everything. How much you loved him, how much you would do for him. How hard it was to move on, how hard it was to see his father moving on with someone else. But the words needn’t be said. At least, not for tonight. 

And then, just as quickly as the moment had come, it faded into a kaleidoscope of memories. The world around you shifted, and the warmth of the fire and the smell of Christmas began to dissolve. Suddenly, you were back in your bed, heart pounding recklessly in the darkness.

You woke up eyes wide in surprise, until the reality of your room finally made sense to you. You blinked, trying to steady yourself. It was a dream. It was all a dream. 

Sighing, you let your head fall into your hands. And just for a moment, you let yourself mourn the future you would never have. The family you would never see, the happiness you could never quite reach.

But as the soft glow of the Christmas lights flickered in the silent night, you slowly allowed yourself to breathe. Tomorrow would come. But tonight, you would let the dream linger just a little longer.

[howlingday]

LOVE IS LIKE DRUGS

(War of the Roses song)

Ruby: We'll see you later, Jaune~! (Leaves, Dragging Weiss along)

Yang: Whoa...

Jaune: I know...

Yang: Don't blow it.

Jaune: You know I can't promise that.

Yang: Oh, I know.

Yang: By the way, was that birdshit on Weiss' dress, or a fashion statement?

Jaune: Knowing them? It was probably both...

Jaune: Bein' in love is like bein' on drug, without the potential brain damage~! Jaune: (Suddenly in an alley) Kisses are crack rocks you don't have to smoke with no life ruining baggage~! Yang: (Walking behind him) Where are we?! Jaune: No life ruining baggage and when we touch~! Nora: (Carrying boxes) When they touch~! Jaune: Ooh, when we touch~! Harriet: (Jogging by) Aaaaaah~! Jaune: I can feel it get me high; I can feel that dopamine rush~! And when we kiss~! Neon: (Skating behind) When they kiss~! Jaune: Ooh, when we kiss~! Tyrian: (Flashing people) Aaaaah~! Jaune: It satisfies my addiction without making me pass out in a pool of my PIIISS~! Jaune: (Sitting on bed at Beacon, Shows eviction notice) Being in love is like going flat broke, and gettin' kicked out of Beacon~! Yang: (Sitting next to him) But where are we, though? Jaune: They're like the dealer who's tryna collect~! Yang: What's happening?! Jaune: And get all the payment they're promised~! Jaune: (Tied up) Get all the payment she's promised~! Yang: (Tied up, Bewildered) Jaune: And when they speak~! (When they speak~!) Ooh, when they speak~! (Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah~!) I can feel that chemical reaction make me weak~! Yang: (Stabbed, Screams) Jaune: And when we dance~! (When they dance~!) Ooh, when we dance~! (Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah~!) It's the substance abuse that gives me all the delight without making me start a NAKED BAR FIIIGHT~! Jaune: (Curled on the couch) When they leave, I need another fix~. So desperate~. I can only be myself with another hit~. Didn't know the side effects would be so bad~. Gonna end up in rehab~. THAT MEANS MY ROOM WHERE I'M DROWNING IN A PILE OF CEREAL BAGS~! CEEEREAAAL BAAAGS~! Jaune: (Back at the diner) Being in love is like being on drugs without the potential of dying~! Snuggles are pills that you don't have to buy, unless you're that type of client~! Unless you're that type of client~! And when we touch~! Yang: When they touch~! Jaune: Ooh, when we touch~! Yang: Aaaaaaaaaaaaaah~! Jaune: I can feel it get me high, but I still can't get enough~. And when we kiss~! Yang: When they kiss~! Jaune: Ooh, when we kiss~! Yang: Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah~! Jaune: It's at least as good as a dank-ass joint without making me rob my mom AT GUNPOOOINT! BEING IN LOVE IS LIKE BEING ON DRUUUGS~!

Jaune: ...So, I know that's kind of a long story, but, uh, main point is that I really like those two a little bit.

Yang: ...Cool.

Jaune: ...

Yang: ...Did that guy flash us?

Jaune: I think so.

Yang: I didn't really look back, but I thought-

Jaune: I think- I think I saw the man's parts...

[littlemissgeek8]

Gonna toss a couple snippets from my current WIP, an as-yet-untitled AU fic featuring an arranged marriage between my Cadash and the Viscount of Kirkwall, one Varric Tethras. Putting two snippets in because well, they're short and the second one is drama.

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"You said there were other girls staying here before me?" she asked, undoing the lacing on her wet dress.

"Aye, a handful or so, showed up one after the other," Eliza replied. "All dolled up they were, painted and everything. Showed up one after the other and spent their time hanging off his Excellency when they weren't loitering about in their best clothes or wandering off to the market." She shook her head with a frown. "Rubbed all of us the wrong way. We couldn't have been gladder to see each of them go."

Darvia paused, her head still inside the dress she was putting on. "Go? Where did they go?"

"Nobody's quite sure, one day they were here, the next they were gone. Good riddance to bad rubbish, I say."

A cold chill swept down Darvia's back. Gone, just like that. She'd wondered at first if they were live-in courtesans hired by the Viscount, from the descriptions the housekeeper had given. But if they were like her... had they been brides for the Viscount as well? In the back of her head she remembered hearing a story about some Orlesian noble who'd married wife after wife and murdered them in a secret room in his castle. Beard-someone or other, Orlesians had strange names. Slowly she took her braids down from where they were pinned on top of her head and began to undo them so they'd dry properly.

Was she in danger too? She'd have to be on her guard. Still behind the screen, she lifted her dress and double checked the daggers strapped to her thighs, making sure they were secure. Then, she resettled her skirts and walked over to the bed. "May I help you tidy up? I'm used to taking care of myself back home."

"Bed's just about made, but if you'd like to stash your clothes and belongings, the wardrobe's beside you," Eliza called. Darvia nodded and set about dragging her trunk over to unpack, taking extra care with the lacquered box. She gave it a gentle stroke before closing the wardrobe doors on it.

Beware, Serah No-Beard, this bride has claws.

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The Viscount of Kirkwall lay curled on the ground, surrounded by the remains of a tray of porcelain and an overturned chair.

All her years of carta work seemed to unfurl themselves, spurring her body to act even as her brain reeled at the sight. She dashed across the floor, grateful for the carpet that prevented her feet from sliding, and dropped down beside the man on the floor. His chest still rose and fell, albeit erratically, so she wasn’t looking for a cause of death. There was also no visible blood on the floor or his clothing, so she could put stabbing lower on the list.

Eyes still open, but barely-- good. He hadn’t lost consciousness. Yet. No chance of his clothes strangling him with that wide neckline. Darvia reminded herself to say a prayer later thanking the Maker for the man’s vanity. His fair skin was flushed across the cheeks, with wisps of red-gold hair plastered to his forehead by sweat. Her fingers slid to his neck, finding a fast heartbeat.

Dilated eyes, rapid pulse, flushed skin, whatever weakness or dizziness threw him to the floor… she knew it had to be poison. The remains of the tray said likely ingested. She longed to investigate more, but dared not leave his side.

“BRAN!” she shouted, gathering up all of her breath into a bellow. “SENESCHAL BRAN!” The sound echoed off the cold stone walls. Maker, let him hear me, she begged silently.

“Must you yell?” a raspy voice came from below her. Darvia stared down at the man before her, a burst of hope swelling in her chest. “Some of us happen to have a headache.” A rough cough burst from his lips, shaking through his whole body.

“Headache!” Darvia replied with enthusiasm. “Dizziness? Weakness?”

“Do you think I’d be on the floor if the room wasn’t spinning, Carta?”

A faint smile crossed Darvia’s face. His jokes were just whistling in the dark, to be sure, but at least he had the presence of mind to joke in the first place. “Good to know, I might have thought this was the Viscount of Kirkwall’s idea of a good time,” she teased, but the humor felt forced as it left her lips. If it could just keep him conscious and talking though…

Helllloooooo! I know people are maybe tired/busy/unavailable today, so no pressure or anything, but I thought we could all share WIPs today?

Writing, art, whatever you want! (I’m gonna tag DA bc most people are here for that, but feel free to share no matter what you’re working on!)

I’ll post mine in a bit! Rb + add !

No pressure of course— have a great day! ☀️

[hinamie]

for @cherryys who (rightfully!) hcs lategame megumi as having a bunch of scars befitting his status as resident punching bag

[304wv66]

friendship ENDED with tarnished, now calico critters are her best friends

(listen... they hang out on my desk together... you must understand my vision.)

[usedtobemygirl]

me, this year: ok so I won’t get get into any romantic relationships as i cannot cope when they end & inevitably abandon me and i end up nearly dying. 2024 will be so much better because of this

the universe in 2024 after taking my best friend away from me: sike!!! you will never be happy

[wizardiest-wizard-of-oz]

I had this with a prop once when I was in the scottish play it was a post apocalyptic interpretation of the play which meant all of the weapons were things you could basically find on the side of the road and one of them was a really beat up baseball bat, I was playing fleance meaning banquo and I had a fight scene with the two murderers and I basically got to enter with the bat block the shovels a few times and the bat was never used again

I also had a dagger at the end for about 3 seconds because we were implying that fleance killed malcolm after the end of the show and I wish I'd had it for longer because it was such a cool scene

why is it that your best costume is always the one you wear for like five seconds in the show

[orcelito]

My druid has "fuckboy" written all over her

[lanayrutower]

i'm about to throw hands with this yt poll.

this is the zelda version of that twitter butch post to me.

[sylhea-raemi]

and what if nero thinks of himself as a tool for the three magicians he knew for a decade. what if he only limits as himself as a pawn, what if that's why he so easily threw himself as a sacrifice to protect his friends.

[shoveitevil]

ugh its starting to get a lot worse again

[lesbianpikachu]

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[nightfallsystem-moved]

i hate everything,, my body feels so heavy . idk. in a . in a it hurts to stand it hurts to walk im so hurt. i feel like ive been dying slowly for years watching my health slowly decline.. god. can i get death soon. idk i havent felt alive in years

doing anything hurts... it hurts to draw cuz theres bruises on my wrist. my hands have been fucking up recently. god if anything happens to them i might as well end it all if the only thing i love is gone.

it all hurts so bad. all of it. everything fucking hurts and im not exaggerating . my body feels so heavy in a way. doing anything takes effort. holding my head up to eat food takes effort. i guess its my fault for not excirscing as much but . but i feel so weak. i dont even know where id start. and i dont even like it. i just wanna watch myself slowly bleed out. i am getting nowhere in life. im too scarred anyway. if i ever wear short sleeves no matter how long in the future ill probably get looked at like a freak. i am covered in scars head to toe and god idk anymore. i wanna die

[gay-dorito-dust]

Imagine going on adventures with Logan and Deadpool and you’re the voice of reason behind them 😆 Deapool the idiot with hot headed Wolverine that reader has to keep in check all the time

It’s not easy being the only person with common sense in this rag tag trio of yours.

^^ this is literally you babysitting two grown ass men that need to be kept on leashes and separated from one another in case they fight, again.

You are overworked and underpaid to be dealing with this shit, but there was no one else who had the patience for Wade nor the compassion and empathy for Logan as you did.

So unfortunately you were stuck with them for every mission given but despite how vastly different and incompatible some of you were -*cough* Logan and Wade *cough*- you three worked well enough together that you were a force to be reckoned with.

You were forced to face situations where wade would be pissing Logan off to the point his claws were out, and you had to pat the rugged man on his shoulder, wait for him to look at you as you pointed towards his claws;

‘Them. Away. Now.’ -you.

Wolverine: *grunts*

You: don’t give me attitude, put. them. away. Now.

Wade: ohhh Logan’s in trouble!

You would then look at Wade before pointing at him like a disappointed parent: and you, stop pissing him off if you like to keep your dick where it is! Or so help god me I’ll cut it off myself!

Wade: 😶

Wolverine: *smirks and puts the claws away*

You were their voice of reason, their angel on their shoulder, their peace keeper and confidant and they respect you for keeping up with their shit. However it wouldn’t be much like Logan and Wade to make your life easy as you often had to stand between the two as a barrier of sorts to keep them from killing each other.

When in actuality they are flipping each other off behind your back and it wasn’t until Logan slapped wades hand away, causing him to say ‘ow’ did you look between the two of them as they acted like they weren’t acting like children a few moments ago.

You: I’m so sorry you’ll have to excuse them.

*Meanwhile Wade and Logan fighting, stabbing each other in the balls in the background*

You: WOULD YOU TWO STOP FUCKING FIGHTING FOR FIVE MINUTES!!!

Wade and Logan; *immediately stop and point at each other* he started it!

They were the reason you had grey hairs at an early age you swore this to anyone who’d listen. They were a pain in your ass, thorn in your side and a headache waiting to happen but the moment you were threatened, Wade and Logan put aside their differences and acted accordingly by standing protectively in front of you.

Logan: I would shut the fuck up if I were you bub.

Wade: oh look what you did, you made daddy angry.

Logan and you looking at Wade: 🤨😐

You: can you not make everything into a sex joke?

Wade, booping you on the nose; it comes with the territory peanut.

Logan: be serious for fucking once, they’ve just got threatened!

Wade: you don’t think I want our pookie to get hurt? (why do I think he’d say pookie unironically)

You: kill me now and end my misery. Please someone, anyone. Preferably pyro. (He’s hot, literally and figuratively)

Being stuck with Logan and wolverine is a curse and a blessing at the same time, which one you want to focus on more is up to you. However you three were incredibly loyal to each other, even if you do piss each other off from time to time, but you’d never betray one another for it wasn’t an option.

You were stuck with these two whether you liked it or not.

[dalishious]

The Sanitized Lore of Dragon Age: The Veilguard

Tevinter is the heart of slavery in Thedas. This lore has been established in every game, novel, comic, and other extended material in the Dragon Age franchise to date that so much as mentions the nation. But in Dragon Age: The Veilguard, when we are finally able to actually visit this location for the first time… this rampant slavery we’ve heard so much about is nowhere to be found. It’s talked about here and there; Neve mentions The Viper has a history of freeing slaves, as does Rook themselves if they choose the Shadow Dragon faction as their origin, for example. But walking down the streets of Minrathous, you’d never know. Because Dragon Age: The Veilguard, for all its enjoyment otherwise, has one glaring issue: It’s too clean.

The world of Thedas is full of injustices. Humans persecute elves, fear qunari, and belittle dwarves. Mages of any race are treated like caged animals in most places. The nobility is corrupt. Although, Dragon Age has not always handled these injustices well, mind you. Many, many times I’ve found myself frustrated with moments that just feel like a Racism Simulator. But what makes it worth it, is when you can actually do something about it. These injustices are things that a good-aligned character strives to fight back against, maybe even for very personal reasons. Part of the power-fantasy for many minorities is that this fight feels tangible. I cannot arrange the assassination of a corrupt politician in real life, but I sure can get Celene Valmont stabbed to death in Dragon Age: Inquisition, for example. Additionally, these fictional injustices can be used to make statements on real life parallels, like any source of media. For example, no, the Chant of Light is not real, but acting as a stand-in for Catholicism, through a media analysis lens we can explore what the Chant of Light communicates on a figurative level.

When starting Dragon Age: The Veilguard and selecting to play as an elf – this should be unsurprising to anyone who is familiar with my bias towards them – I was fully prepared to enter the streets of Minrathous and immediately get called “knife-ear” or “rabbit”. But this did not happen. I thought perhaps it was just a prologue thing, but returning to Minrathous once again, there was not a single shred of disapproval from any NPC I encountered that wasn’t a generic enemy to fight. And even the generic enemies, the Tevinter Nationalist cult of the Venatori, didn’t seem to care at all that I was a lineage they deemed inferior before now. This is a stark difference from entering the Winter Palace in Dragon Age: Inquisition and immediately getting hit with court disapproval and insults. Are we now to believe that Tevinter has somehow solved its astronomical racism and classism problems in the ten years since the past game? Or perhaps are we to believe all the characters who have demonstrated Tevinter’s systemic discriminatory views were just lying or outliers? Because it makes absolutely no sense at all for this horribly corrupt nation to not have a shred of reactivity to an elven or qunari Rook prancing around. But here were are, and not a single NPC even recognizes my character’s lineage. And because this is so different from every single past game, it feels weird.

As an elf, you have the option to make a comment about how “too many humans look down on us” in one scene early in the game. You can also talk to Bellara and Davrin, the elven companions, about concerns that people won’t trust elves after finding out about the big bad Ancient Evanuris… but this is presented as if elves don’t already face persecution. It’s all so limited in scope that it could be all too easily missed if you are not paying very close attention, and coming into the game with pre-existing lore knowledge.

All this made it easy to first assume that the developers simply over-corrected an attempt to address the Racism Simulator moments. And if that was the case, than I would at least give credit to effort; they did not find the right balance, but they at least tried. However, the sudden lack of discrimination against different lineages in Dragon Age: The Veilguard is not the only sanitized example of lore present.

In Dragon Age: Origins, Zevran Arainai is a companion who is from the Antivan Crows; a group of assassins. He discusses in detail how the Crows buy children and raise them into murder machines through all kinds of torture. The World of Thedas books also describe how the Antivan Crows work, echoing what Zevran says and expanding that of the recruitment, only a select handful of those taken by the Crows even survive. When you start Dragon Age: The Veilguard as an Antivan Crow, you immediately unlock a re-used codex entry from the past, “The Crows and Queen Madrigal”, that says the following:

“His guild has a reputation to uphold. They are ruthless, efficient, and discreet. How would they maintain such notoriety if agents routinely revealed the names of employers with something as "banal" as torture.”

Ruthless, efficient, and discreet. Torture is banal. This is what the Crows were before Dragon Age: The Veilguard decided to take them in a very different direction. The Antivan Crows in this latest game are painted as freedom fighters against the Antaam occupation of Treviso. Teia calls the Crows “patriots”. And while I can certainly believe that the Crows would have enough motivation to fight back against the Antaam, given that it is in direct opposition to their own goals, I cannot understand why they are suddenly suggested to be morally good. They are assassins. They treat their people like tools and murder for money. Even as recent as the Tevinter Nights story Eight Little Talons, it is addressed that the Antivan Crows are in it for the coin and power, with characters like Teia being outliers for wanting to change that. It makes the use of the older codex all the more confusing, as it sets the Antivan Crows up as something they are no longer portrayed as.

I personally think it would have been really interesting to explore a morally corrupt faction in comparison to say, the Shadow Dragons. Perhaps even as a protagonist, address things like the enslavement of “recruits” to make the faction at least somewhat better. (They are still assassins, after all.) Instead, we’re just supposed to ignore everything unsavory about them, I suppose…

We could discuss even further examples. Like how the Lords of Fortune pillage ruins but it’s okay, because they never sell artifacts of cultural importance, supposedly. Or how the only problem with the Templar Order in Tevinter is just the “bad apples” that work with Venatori. I could go on, but I don’t think I have to.

It is because of all this sanitization, that I cannot believe this was simply over-correction on a developmental part. Especially when there is still racism in the game, in other forms. The impression I’m left with feels far deeper than that; it feels corporate. As if a computer ran through the game’s script and got rid of anything with “too much” political substance. The strongest statements are hidden in codex entries, and I almost suspect they had to be snuck in.

Between a Racism Simulator and just ignoring anything bad whatsoever, I believe a balance is achievable; that sweet spot that actually has something to say about what it is presenting. I know it is achievable, because there are a few bright spots of this that I’ve encountered in Dragon Age: The Veilguard too. For example, some of the codex entries like I mentioned, and almost all the content with the Grey Wardens thus far. It is a shame there is not more content on this level.

Dragon Age: The Veilguard is overall still a fun game, in my opinion. But it’s hard to argue that it isn’t missing the grit of its predecessors. The sharp edges have been smoothed. The claws have been removed. The house has been baby-proofed. And for what purpose?

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[hypnagogics]

is this vore? /hj. hi. im gonna squeet. and dunk my head into ice water digital footprint pls forgive me. may have wrote this with one hand IM JOKING. this is just somethin quick because i need to get it out of my system ok.

nsfw drabble—biting sev all over ♡ sub!sevika, edging, fingering (all s! receiving), idk what else girl i can't see straight cuz of her...

and there she lay before you, bare and twitching, in a state she's kept very well hidden from everyone—except you.

her lip tucked under her teeth, head thrown back and half-lidded, blown out eyes lazily following your movements; she was laying sprawled on the mattess. she had tried and failed to hold herself up, both arms trembling under her weight until they eventually gave out.

this was the result of you—oh, how evil you were—edging the poor woman for an eternity. in actuality, you had tortured her to such a point she didn't even have the energy to bark orders at you like she usually does.

all she could do, was whine. whines of your name, wordless huffs and quiet pleas were all she could sound out. and every so often she'd squirm under you and break eye contact when you did something so obscene, even she couldn't handle it.

you wore the most wicked of sneers on your face excitedly, using all your strength to push her thick muscular thighs outward, until you gazed upon a sight worth winning wars for.

the torture you faced her with had her pussy throbbing. no, that was an understatement. you could see every individual muscle controlling her shiny lips jump at the cool air, you could see the way her clit was nearly whispering for you to touch it, and not to mention the pooling of pearlescent slick dribbling out of her pulsating hole, making a literal puddle under her ass.

now this? this was a never going to get old. you'd plaster the image of her fucked-out self on every surface, take a polaroid and carry it around with you. you were salivating. drool was almost running down your chin at the sight.

but alas, your blissful trance was cut short, by none other than her gruff voice.

"hey. you gonna stare or am i gonna have to finish this myself?" her voice shook, then her eyes darkened and she spat, "you'd like watching that though, wouldn't you. fuckin'—holy-!!"

you didn't give her the time of day to listen to her bitching about, and you cut her off by lunging forward and sinking your teeth into the soft flesh of her right inner thigh.

her shocked intake of air quickly turned into a pornographic moan, her back arching, her breathing quickening, and her thighs fighting to close around your head.

you knew that was her weakness. your teeth in her skin? pff she was a goner. you used that to your advantage as much as you could, she deserved earth shattering orgasms just as much as the next gal.

her noises were bordering on a shriek as soon as you circled her hole with a digit, grinning into her skin at the way she was sucking you in, legitimately trapping your finger inside her.

you felt the flutters of an impending orgasm tickle your immobilized finger, and with great effort you removed your mouth from her thigh and pulled your finger out.

the look on her face when you did that felt sharper than if she had stabbed a spear right through your heart. when sevika gives one of her famed death glares, the word stops spinning. but you being you, it just spurs you on more.

before she can protest you migrate up and place gentle kisses on the side of her neck, right on her pulse point, as a soothing motion before you did what you really wanted.

you sank your teeth in her flesh as hard as your jaw allowed you to, the tangy taste of her blood invading your mouth.

simultaneously, you brought your hand back down to her neglected pussy, pushed your thumb up against her thumping clit, and slid your two middle digits inside her—within moments finding her spongy sweet spot.

the cries of pleasure were stuck in her throat, and you couldn't see from what you were doing, but you'd bet your entire life's savings that her eyes were rolled so far back in her skull only the whites would be visible.

your fingers were working hard, all in harmony to bring her to that peak she so craved, and luckily it hit her after no time at all.

her whole being tensed, a low groan reverberated through the room as one of her hands flew to grab a chunk of your hair, further pushing your body flush against hers. you didn't move your mouth, it was suctioned against her in such a way that was guaranteed to leave a nasty bruise on her skin the next day, but she loved it. you did as well.

you felt a gush of warm fluid on your palm, and chuckled into her skin while she shook all over, needy, animalistic noises being all she could produce.

you put in the work and made sure she was utterly spent, then lifted yourself off of her to enjoy the look on her face. she looked so at peace, so satisfied and ethereal, you adored her more than words could ever say.

and likewise, she did you. she cracked open one eye and smiled widely, opening her arms and beckoning for you to lay back on top of her in an embrace.

naturally, you did just that. eagerly burying your face in the crook of your neck, you kissed over the bite mark you left, ran your tongue over the indents in her skin and reveled in the little whimpers she made.

she always had more flesh you could lovingly bite, why stop at just one square inch?

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