#and the CLOTHES UGH i do not like oblivion's clothing

[falmerbrook]

Why does pretty much every game except the one that takes place in Cyrodiil lean into Ancient Roman aesthetics for Cyrodiil and the Empire? Why are the only Roman aesthetics in Oblivion shit built by the Ayleids? Why is the one game where I could've been in fantasy Rome generic fantasy Europe??? Where is my fantasy Rome DAMMIT!!!!!

[trulyhblue]

STARGIRL

Georgia Stanway x Reader

Warnings — smut 18+, buildup, mean! Boyfriend! Kind of toxic! Georgia, dom/sub dynamics, drinking, partying, jealousy, strap, millie bright hate but not hate but pls I love you millie bright so flirt with me x, kind of dumb reader but like she actually doesn't know, praise kink, degradation kink, breeding kink.

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Your dress had hitched to an unethical height, but the state of your tipsiness provoked a desolated ignorance accompanied by the thunderous beat of the club. Grace was behind you, swaying her hips with yours, the two of you celebrating your most recent win with the Lionesses.

The room was crowded with dancing bodies, mashed together with the concoction of sweat, alcohol, and oblivion. You had seen Less, Ella and Niamh nearby only a while ago, and an ample group of your teammates were sitting in the back corner surrounded by a booth, projecting their triumph in the form of the burn down their throats, the drinks they nursed holding to a product of victory.

“Ugh, I'm so sweaty,” Grace whined, loud enough in order to be heard over the booming rave. “I need a drink.”

“Same, let's go.” You nodded, feeling the girl’s hands snake around your waist, pulling you closer to her figure as the crowd collapsed further into your figure.

The two of you sauntered through the crowd, giggling at the mob of people struggling to find enough space to properly function. Your cheeks were stained a vibrant pink from the flush of adrenaline. Grace was humming along to the tune in your ear, her arms still holding onto you tightly so that you wouldn't lose each other.

It wasn't often that the team went out for drinks, especially not the likes of such a mix of the different friend groups. Lucy and Keira weren't set to go back to Spain for another three days, and most of the girls would seek refuge in the comfort of their own beds tonight, as the match held in Wembley sought itself in the midst of the WSL.

Georgia and you were set to leave for Munich two days from now after spending the last two weeks preparing and playing for your national team here in England. While Gee had transferred from City a while ago, you had only just moved to Bayern from Chelsea, where someone like Grace had become your closest friend in the WSL. As one of the younger players on the team, you wanted to make sure the debutant felt welcome and comfortable in the senior squad, despite her training with the team long before her match debut.

Over the last couple of months, you had been working really hard in order to aid your club to victory, but after the nasty blow in the Champions League, and some defeats sprinkled here and there throughout the season, this night was long awaited.

Once Grace and you had finally woven your way through, you were quick to find refuge on Georgia’s lap, leaving Grace to sit on the opposite side of the booth next to Mary. Gee found her hands secured on your waist, ignoring the way your hips wiggled in her lap.

“Having fun, are we?” She asked, watching as you hummed in reply, taking it upon yourself to take a sip of her drink. You failed to notice your girlfriend's fimble hands tugging down the fabric of your skirt, hiding the notion by massaging your thighs and kissing your exposed shoulder.

The enriching taste of lemonade made you turn to straddle her, holding the drink up to her lips while the straw was still lingering close to yours.

“You’re not drinking?”

“I’m driving us back, baby.” Gee shook her head. “Do you want me to get you another drink?”

You thought to yourself before slowly reaching down to where your girlfriend’s collar met her throat, toying with the cloth in your hands before pressing your lips to her pulse point, letting her take the drink, placing it back on the table as you ran your tongue along the column of her throat.

“Y/N, baby.” You heard Gee mutter. You lifted your hips off her lap, combing your hair out of your face as you counted to speckled freckles on Georgia’s cheeks. She took out her wallet, handing you her card. “Do you ‘wanna go buy yourself something? The girls and I were ‘gonna go play pool over there if you want to meet us there.”

“Do you want anything?” Shaking her head in reply, keeping a prolonged stare down the trajectory of your low-cut top. You tugged at the bottom of her shirt, letting your hands roam freely across the waistband of her trousers. Rocking your hips, you found Grace already standing behind you, grabbing your hands and leading you over to the bar.

It wasn't unusual for Georgia to brush off your public affection like that, especially when you were obviously tipsy, and the lingering eyes of your friends were all at your disposal. If you had kissed her in a secluded corner of this club, she would've taken you up against the nearest wall as fast as she could. She had been eyeing that dress — or moreso the skin it was hardly concealing — and wanting so desperately to take you home and show you how much she loved you.

The games against Sweden and Italy were both masterclasses on your behalf, and Georgia was merely waiting for the right time to reward you for scoring in both of them.

“You need to get a room.” Grace teased, her eyes peering back to where Georgia shamelessly looked at your arse. “No wonder the fans found out so quickly.”

You turned to face the younger girl, a smirk adorned on your face. “Two months was a struggle in itself.”

Gee and you had tried to keep your relationship well out of the media. But after your move to Munich, and a few too many proper English celebrations, the media had caught on to your affection and adoration for each other far too quickly than what you had hoped. Nevertheless, both of you sprinkled your private lives into your Instagram every once and a while. Save some photos of you that Georgia was not willing to share with the world.

“No, I know.” She replied, pivoting through the crowd. “But it's cute. Traumatic for me… But cute.”

You used Georgia’s card to buy yourself and her two lemonades and Grace a drink of her own. Grace’s regard for your relationship was an unusual sentiment because while you strived to hold your private life out of the fame and publicity of football, there was an inevitable spark between the two of you that fans caught onto long before you ever thought of Georgia in the way you do now.

Despite what is displayed, you were two very reserved people, with Georgia being the more talkative of the two of you when it came to interviews. You loved your social life — your friends both at home and away. However, there were many differences that distinguished a shift in personas.

You liked to push the boundaries. If you could test your luck, it was impossible to tempt you otherwise. Georgia liked routine. You didn't mind testing the waters and going with the flow. Life was more enjoyable that way.

At least for you.

Georgia had watched you make your way to the bar, hoping you’d return with something a lot less strong than what you had been downing previously. Grace was hung by your side, the younger woman holding onto your arm with giggles leaving her lips. Gee waited for you to inch down your skirt before following Mary and the others over to where Leah was lining up for a game of pool.

“Any reason you're easing off the drinks tonight, Stanway?”

Millie was lingering by the group, nursing her own drink while Rach and Lucy talked beside her. Georgia shrugged, moving her hands to her pockets as she watched Leah take the first shot against Keira.

“I'm driving home.”

Millie snorted. “Will you make it home?”

If Gee was drinking, she would've choked. “What?”

“Well, you were pretty much eating each other’s faces off just before. Figured you couldn't wait.”

Georgia shrugged again. She wasn't too keen on the conversation, especially when the topic didn't deem either you or her in the highest regard. Everyone knew that Georgia wasn't into that type of PDA, but it was also noted that given the right reasons, she’d be worse than you.

“You’re a lucky one, Gee.” The Chelsea Defender clapped the Midfielder on the back, downing the rest of her drink. “Enjoy your night.”

Millie left Georgia to stand a few feet away from the rest of the group — leaving her to mull over her teammate’s words. For some reason, she couldn't shake Millie’s comments off. What did she mean — enjoy your night? What was she implying? Of course, she was going to enjoy her night with her girlfriend. Of course Gee was lucky, but why was Millie saying that? Normally, these comments were used as a compliment, and with Millie’s best intentions, everyone knew she was only pure. But when Georgia saw the way the Chelsea player flung her arm over your shoulder upon your return, talking down at you amid the booming music, something in Georgia flicked.

Everyone had gotten progressively more drunk as the night went on, but you were fully immersed in the way everyone was interacting, holding your own conversation with Millie, who was going on about some football thing happening at Chelsea.

Leah was swearing at Keira, who was cheekily laughing away at the ratio of her balls to Leah’s left in the game. You had left Georgia’s drink in front of you, and you continued to keep it by your side as you watched the bickering between Lee and Keira transpire.

“You're a right cheat, Walsh, go home.” Williamson quipped, shoving Keira playfully by the shoulder. The Barcelona player poked out her tongue, jabbing the Arsenal protege's side. “Oh, cry me a river, Leah. You're just a sore losers who’s downright shit.”

“Am not!”

“Are too!”

“Oh, piss off.”

“You first.”

“Right give someone else a go!” Lucy called, her accent slightly rasped and slurred. She scanned the room, looking straight across to where you and Millie stood. “Go on, you two. Show ‘em how to play normally.”

You felt yourself sober up a little from the attention of everyone’s stares. You felt your ears go a bit red, shaking your head by the time Millie had already picked up her cue.

“I'm no good at it.” You spoke.

Georgia watched you saunter over to the side of the table, using your arms to lean, stabilising your ditzy figure. She could tell by the blush across your face that you had sobered up significantly, but she knew that the alcohol still held a prominent hold over you.

“It’ll be an easy win for me then, gorgeous.” Millie taunted, readying herself for the first shot. You shook your head, caving by grabbing the spare cue Keira was holding, all while Georgia looked on with her hands fisted in her pockets.

She wasn't usually the type to get like this. Georgia and you held great independence in your respective lives. Both of you enjoyed letting the other do stuff without the prodding of the other. You trusted each other too much to breach any boundaries, but if there was one thing Georgia had trouble keeping to herself, it was her jealousy.

Millie took the first hit, causing the object balls to cascade across the green fabric. Leah was standing behind you, muttering something into your ear. You stood there with your figure half leaning against her, the other half fidgeting with the cue.

“Wait, so, I don't remember-”

“Well, don't be asking Leah for advice,” Keira’s teasing voice came from nearby. “She’ll just tell you how to lose.”

Leah looked utterly exasperated, glaring at her best friend with annoyance plastered across her face. “Oh, give it up, Walsh, will you?”

“Alright, Milton Keynes, it's okay to admit defeat, y’know.”

The England Captain marched over to a laughing Keira, punching the girl’s shoulder. Everyone watched in amusement when Keira retaliated, using her arms to poke Leah in the ribs.

You were left fiddling with the stick, laughing along at the sight in front of you while internally pondering. You had never properly played pool before — obviously with friends, of course, but never taking it as far as playing by the rules. You had no idea what strategy to use, or what ball you were meant to hit. It wasn't like anyone cared, but the perfectionist in you just couldn't wrap your head around it.

“Give it here.”

It wasn't until you felt familiar arms wrap themselves around your waist, pulling you instantly closer to her hips. You let yourself fall limp against her, chewing on your bottom lip as you stared at the game you were clueless at.

“I don't know how to play.” You spoke, handing the cue to your girlfriend, who took the stick from you, moving her head down to your shoulder, letting her breath fan over your neck as she spoke.

“How ‘bout I show you then, hm? I’ll teach you.”

You sighed at the goosebumps running down your neck, nodding as Gee kept you in front of her, maneuvering the two of you in a way that made it possible for her to play while keeping your arse against her hips. You watched as Millie made the next move. Georgia waited for a moment, letting everything station before proceeding. With one arm circled around your waist, she bent over to make the next move. You felt her body press into yours, stuck between the table and her.

After her shot, she slotted back upright. She leant down once more, combing back the loose hairs that framed your face.

“How are you feeling, Baby?”

Her voice was deeper, more grounded by the time of night.

You couldn't help but look up at her, licking your lips as you nodded. “Good, why?”

Georgia held your hips, moving them so that they were glued to the table. “Just wondering, pretty girl.”

Her body loomed over yours, her arms sanctioned on either side of you as Millie thought through her next move. You tried to conceal your neediness, the feeling of Georgia’s body pressed against yours sending heat down your spine. “Gee.”

“What is it, baby?”

You struggled to focus, hoping Millie would hurry up so that Georgia would move away from her unrelenting pressure.

You managed to swallow your whine as her hand moved to fondle your thigh. “Nothing.”

It was soon Georgia’s turn, the game becoming more fluent as both sides successfully slotted in balls left and right. Though, as the game went on, you could feel your girlfriend grow more and more handsy. After every shot, she’d kiss the alcove of your neck, whispering a sweet nothing about how you looked, or the way you felt against her, that was borderline testing the innocence she often preserved out in public.

“Looking so good tonight, darling…”

“Can't believe you're all mine, babygirl…”

“So perfect for me, all to myself…”

In between turns, Georgia let you lean on her, loving the way you sighed at every ounce of affection she would give you, making sure it was obvious enough for Millie to catch on, while discrete enough for you to not feel like it was truly public for anyone to actually notice.

You nearly lost it when she slotted her hand in between your thighs and squeezed them while you kept a watchful eye on the game in front of you. Her body covered your back, hiding her obvious display of desire by letting you push your arse against her front.

“Feel so good, don't you?”

“Georgia, please.”

“You're doing so well, baby. Might have to reward you for being so good.”

You should've known that she would keep a straight face the whole time, refusing to give you the reaction you so desperately hungered for by the ache between your legs. You had tried everything as she massaged your shoulders, and whispered passive teasing that sent shivers down your neck. Despite your honest belief that Georgia was unfazed by your antics, she made it clear that your actions were heard when she dug her hands into your hips.

She had beaten Millie by an easy mile, though she did not bother to make any celebration, instead looking down at you, grabbing the back of your neck and kissing you softly.

“Can we go, Gee?”

“Why, baby?” She asked, a knowing smirk plastered across her lips.

You whined for the first time that night, making sure Georgia heard it by lifting yourself up to her height. “Just want you right now.”

“Want me? But I'm right here.”

“Georgia, please. I need your help.”

That was enough for Georgia to bid everyone good night, sending farewells as quickly as she could while you tried to forget about the growing arousal in your core. By the time you had both gotten into the empty car park, your lips had started to attack hers. Georgia pretty much coerced you into the car, moving the driver's seat all the way back so that you could sit comfortably on her lap.

She shut the door promptly, knowing that her tinted windows were enough to hide the way her hands played with your arse, your clit immediately rubbing against her hips.

You started tugging off your shirt, leaving your breasts on full display. Georgia couldn't even register the sight before you grabbed one of her hands, pulling it towards your nipple, groaning at the way she pinched it.

“Where is your phone?” You uttered, moving your chest closer to Georgia so that your tits were pretty much in her face. She took one of your nipples in her mouth, moaning when you moved your breasts around her face, making them bounce erratically with the lack of bra you had worn. She grabbed her phone from her back pocket, handing it to you without a second thought. You didn't waste any time in pushing back, opening the device before swiping to the camera, hastily pressing play on the video, and moving the phone so that it showed your tits in Georgia’s mouth on full display.

“You’re such a good girl for me.” She groaned. “So thoughtful, aren't you? Gonna watch this when you're not with me. Need to see these tits every day, don't I? Gonna watch you every day.”

“Need you to fuck me, baby. Need your cum in me so bad.”

You grabbed the top button on her shirt, moaning out when Georgia grabbed both of your tits, sitting upright and playing with both of them with her mouth and hands. Her cold rings pressed into the delicate skin of you nipples, the distant pain of her pinches making you squirm irresistibly in her lap. Your skirt had ridden up to your hips, where your g-string went exposed to the camera’s lense.

You moved across to the console, using your spare hand that wasn't tugging Georgia’s hair to find a hair elastic, though you graw impatient when Gee stopped kissing your breasts for you neck. Instead, she found the all-too-familiar toy hidden neatly underneath the lube you definitely wouldn't need, and you moaned as your hand squeezed around the strap that you pulled out once Georgia pinched your nipple once more.

“Haven't used this one before.” Your girlfriend whispered, nibbling dark, callous marks across your neck. “Bit too big for your small little hole, darling. It can't fit, can't it?”

“Try it, please.” You muttered, unbuttoning the woman’s pants and letting them fall to the floor. You buckled the harness around her waist to the best of your ability, giving up when Georgia took over, letting you discard the short, flimsy fabric of your skirt. “Make it fit.”

“You're so desperate for my cum, aren't you darling?” She rutted, fastening the harness so the strap only just missed your folds. “Want me to fill you up with kids so bad, don't you? Want me to make you full and pregnant, yeah?”

You moaned. “Want to have your babies inside of me. Fill me up, please. So bad, baby. Need your help cause it aches.”

Georgia bunched your hair up into a makeshift pony, pushing you down so that your mouth hovered over the strap. Your arse in the air, your tits kneaded by your own hands. Georgia moaned at the sight of you so desperate, the notion of the camera recording making it all the more sporadic.

You wasted no time licking the dick, holding the base of the silicone toy with one hand, hollowing your cheeks as you sucked the tip and first quarter of the strap in your mouth. Gee pulled your hair, letting you move up and down on her dick. The vibrations of your gagging mixed with moans made her sigh at her newfound, growing release.

“Fuck, keep going, Y/N.” She groaned. “Just like that.”

You continued until tears pricked your eyes. You could tell by the way Georgia’s grip on your scalp tightened and your tongue flicked along the tip, your cheeks hollowing and allowing more of the strap to fill your throat. It didn't take long until Georgia’s breathing had staggered. Short, uneven breaths mixed with erratic sweet nothings. You pushed yourself down her dick one last time, feeling Gee’s body collapse from all tension as her orgasm washed over her. You pulled yourself up, wiping the spit and cum off your face with your fingers, prodding them towards your mouth. Georgia watched you lick them clean, rolling your head back at the taste alongside the subtle pang of your throat.

The car windows were not only tinted but misted due to the humidity inside the vehicle. Your hips shadowed the strap, Georgia falling back into the rhythm of toying with your hips, kneading them as she kissed your neck.

You could feel the ache between your legs grow at the sight of your girlfriend beneath you, maneuvering you to where she wanted you most, giving you incredible amounts of pleasure at your disposal. You were starting to moan at the simplest of movements like the way she gripped your hips, or the way she licked over the bruises down your neck and chest. The last piece of clothing you had on was your underwear, Georgia now discarding her shirt so that you were both in states of nudity. Sweat beaded from your forehead.

Your legs started shaking from the mere want for the woman below you. It didn't take you long for your desire to take over as you grabbed one of Gee’s hands, slipping it down your stomach and along the fabric of your underwear. You painstakingly pushed her hand underneath, letting her move her fingers up and down your folds. The slick covered them instantly, and she rolled her head back when you began to rock on her hand.

“Do you feel how wet I am, baby?” You asked, Georgia nodded. She watched you bounce up and down, grateful at the way Gee pushed one of her fingers into you, letting you ride it in short pulsates. You whimpered when she entered her second finger, crying out when she entered her third. Georgia took one of your breasts in her mouth, groaning as you bobbed up and down. You felt your pussy clench around her, your arousal coating her fingers each time you pushed deeper into your strategic strokes. Georgia continued to hold one of your hips, helping your shaking legs hold yourself up as you neared your climax.

“Fuck, you're such a slut, aren't you?” Georgia uttered, her fourth finger nudging your clit as you sunk in once more. You rocked yourself back and forth now, relishing the way your nub ran itself over her hand, the coil in your core tightening as your climax neared.

“Grinding on me at the pool table cause you're so needy for me… everyone could tell that you just wanted me inside you. You made sure to show everyone who you belonged to.”

You were a blabbering mess. Your stokes became sloppy, your legs non-stop shaking as your body tensed at the pleasure running through you. Georgia curled her fingers inside of you, assaulting your clit as you struggled to keep your pace. There was no way you could reply as all your thoughts were focused on the sounds of your juices being leaked out from your hole, Georgia’s fingers forcing them in and out as she spoke to you in rasps. Your noises became pornographic, and you no longer cared about the thought of someone hearing you.

“Need me to do everything for you. I didn't even need to fuck you dumb. All I need to do is bend you over.”

You could finally feel your orgasm washing over you when Georgia pulled her fingers out, laughing at your instant cry out.

“Aw, baby.” She muttered, wiping your sweaty flyaways out of your face, tears fell from your eyes, your cheeks reddening as you fell onto her lap, your legs no longer able to hold you up. You looked down at your girlfriend, finding no remorse on her smug face.

“Why didn't you cum, pretty girl?” She tutted, pulling your body up from her chest so it was exposed to her view. You shook your head, fully dumbfounded at her actions. It wasn't like you had done anything wrong.

“I— Gee— I’ve been good.”

You sounded pathetic. Normally, if you had been a brat, you’d have said that as a joke to put on an innocent facade and get the sex you had desperately craved. You would pretend to be nice and suck her dick or eat her out just because you had done something to provoke it. There were countless times when Gee had edged you for doing something provocative, but tonight you had no idea why she had done it.

“Really, baby? You think so?” You looked at her with the saddest eyes you could muster. “You sure you've been good all night?”

In terms of your sex life, you had your fair share of dominant and submissive moments, but with Georgia, you found yourself subbing out to new extremes. Your girlfriend would do anything for you, on and off the pitch. You could act dumb and she’d fuck it out of you. You would fall over on the pitch, cry out even if it was a fair play, and Georgia would be the one receiving the yellow for defending you. When you were at a bar, or anywhere for the matter, and felt someone look at you in even the slightest wrong way, Gee would hold you in front of her and make sure you were always safe in her arms.

But Georgia could be mean, even if you hadn't necessarily done anything to make her mean. She usually got like this when you had hugged someone for too long, or made a joke about yourself that she thought was too far.

That made it all click.

“Are you jealous?”

Georgia scoffed, rolling her eyes. “You can't flirt with Bright then bend over for me two minutes later.”

She grabbed your waist and lifted you, switching positions so that you were lying in the driver’s seat and she was hovering above you.

“I wasn't flirting. I was talking.” You moaned at the contact of the strap’s tip brushing against your folds, moving up and down as Georgia’s hands massaged your arse.

“She called you gorgeous, you know.” You felt her breath fan over your face, her lips ghosting down your neck. “Said I should enjoy my night with you.”

“She did?” It was probably not the right way to phrase that response, but it didn't seem to phase Georgia anyway. “We were just talking, Geor-”

“I bet she wouldn't fuck you as good.” Georgia spat, using one hand to circle your clit. You threw your head back, moaning at the small discomfort from your prior denied orgasm, writhing at the sudden pressure on your sensitive nub. “If I showed her all the videos of you screaming my name I doubt she’d try that shit again.”

“Georgia…”

“What videos would I show her, hm?” Georgia started dragging one of her fingers into your pussy, beginning with slow, painful strokes that squelched with the sound of your juices. “Maybe she’d like the mirror one. Y’know, when we won against Wolfsburg and I fucked you in the bathroom?”

“Fuck, please Gee.”

“You were so hot in that one… bent over like the slut you are… came three times for your three goals.” She added the second finger in now, speeding up just a smidge all while kissing over your chest. “Do you think she’d like if I sent that one?”

You moaned at the third finger, tears pricking your eyes as Georgia entered your pussy hard and fast, enjoying your pleas and begs through mindless mumbles. You were so far gone that everything she was saying was only making you closer. The sound of her voice was enough to help you closer to release.

“Or maybe I should send the one after your first game with Munich.” She snarled, admiring the darkened marks on your neck. “Do you remember who we played against that game?”

Of course you did, you thought. The game has been one you were stressing over for weeks in advance. You and Georgia had only just moved in together, and there was significant pressure on you to succeed and prove to everyone that you could perform under intimidation.

“Chelsea.”

“Good girl, baby, that's right.” She cooed. “Scored in the first fifteen minutes, and I had to reward my Stargirl for that. That's what they all used to call you, didn't they? She called you Stargirl back then, now it's me who says it, isn't it?”

That was enough to push you closer to the edge. You gripped hard onto her shoulders, crying out as you felt your climax rush over you.

“How bout I send both those videos… show her who I enjoy my night with. Fucking you for being mine.”

“I— I'm yours, Gee. Fuck, please, I'm-”

The release left you reeling. You felt your orgasm leak out all over Georgia’s hand, your head falling against the headrest as you rode out your high with her consistent deep strokes in and out of your pussy. You didn't care about the mess you were making, nor the inflammatory noises you had been making as soon as you felt Georgia touch you. Your body shook from the much-needed release, and by the time you had somewhat caught your breath, the familiar pressure on your nub resurfaced.

You cried out, whining when the silicone dick entered your folds. Georgia looked down at you, kissing you passionately to silence your post-orgasm conscious. She made sure that you didn't push her away before moving the tip of the strap into your hole, smirking when you stretched open for her like you had been calling for it to be filled.

“Gee, its too big, I can't.” You whined, squirming as your hair stuck to your skin. Your girlfriend held your hips down, lowering herself down to where your pussy clenched around the toy as it moved.

“You’ll take it.” She growled. “You said it before. If you can suck me off I can fuck you with it.”

She kept an even pace as her hips finally reached yours, the strap filling your pussy with your slick. Your eyes were firmly clasped shut, your whines filling the car as the aching pain slowly turned into lust. Georgia waited for you to start rocking on it gently. The way you rode her dick so desperately turned her on to extreme lengths. She was somewhat surprised that you could take the length as well as you were, and when your hips met hers, and she felt the toy being bounced on, she realised that she had been still for a few minutes. She wanted to feel bad, but she knew that teasing was good for your ego.

“Gee, can you move?”

Georgia caught sight of the camera, the video still recording the vulgar sight. She groaned at the sight of your shaking legs, and the way you could go longer see the strap that was filled in between your legs. The camera showed the way your tits bounced so perkily every time you tried to gain friction. Your body was enclosed by Georgia’s arms, her thighs overlapping yours, her muscles on full display. Sweat beaded off both of you, moans cascading from your puffy red lips.

With one hand holding her up, she grabbed her phone that was sitting by the console. Her sudden movement sent shockwaves through you, causing you to scream out when the strap pushed into you impossibly closer. Georgia positioned the phone so that it was leaning on the seat, right where the strap was. When she knew that the angle caught all of your body, she lifted her lips slowly before pounding into you.

Your cries were music to her ears, and she thought it sinful to cover them with her hand in fear of being heard. If anything, people would be blessed with the sound, for she thought if heavenly. Your sounds mixed with her groans mixed with your slick against the strap. If any other size, Georgia would move even faster, but her pace was already hard, and you struggled to keep up as your pussy clenched around her.

“So gorgeous.” She uttered, feeling you near your climax for the third time that night. “Such a good girl for taking it.”

“Fuck, Georgia-”

“Gonna fill you up so that you get pregnant, baby. You tell me when and I’ll fill that beautiful body with a baby of our own. Fuck, you’d look so hot with our baby.”

You couldn't even begin to speak, your moans now babble, your speech completely incoherent. Georgia could feel her own release overcoming her, but she waited knowing that you were only seconds away.

“My pretty girl.”

You cried out her name for the last time, your cum coating her cock as she rode out both your high with sloppy deep strokes. You were in a state of pure bliss that you didn't even have the energy to push her off your overstimulated clit. Though, from all the times before, Georgia knew you would be sore, and after keeping still and waiting for both of you to even your breathing, she began to pull out.

You winced, waiting for Georgia to discard the toy and hakt the video before pulling her body into yours.

“I love you, Gee. No one else, baby.”

“I know, my pretty girl. I was only joking.”

You couldn't help but laugh, finding that statement ludicrous. “Yeah, alright, Stanway.”

“Okay, touche.” She replied smugly.

Maybe Millie was right — Georgia couldn't wait till she got home. And she did enjoy her fucking night.

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[lareynaderucorazon]

Minors dni - wrote this at 3 a.m. so ignore any typos🤎

Waking up Choso with sloppy toppy

You were on your way home from a month long job abroad, until a storm caused your flight to be delayed.

The airplane bathroom is not where you were supposed to be right now.

“Ugh I know baby. I want to be home so badly too. Just my look that a storm hits as we were about to take off.”

“How long until your back home?”

“They’re estimating 7 hours.”

“Hey you managed to survive a month, what’s a couple of more hours?”

You smiled at your boyfriend’s attempt to cheer you up. You could hear the disappointment in his voice which broke you but, like your boyfriend, you tried to keep the atmosphere positive so you decided to not comment on it.

“Nothing because I know you’re back at home waiting for me.”

“Awe babe don’t make me cry.”

“I save that for the bed”

“Don’t even mention that right now. I had such a romantic dinner planned for you and when we finished we would spend all night together. We were gonna be well fed with my balls empty. Now I just have blue balls”

Your boyfriend smiled as he heard your precious laugh.

“Well I know a way you might be able to still”

“To still what?”

You smirk and set your phone up against the sink before taking off your shirt teasingly slow.

You hear your boyfriend’s breath hitch from your earbuds.

You set your shirt aside and run your hands up your waist before you grope both of your breasts.

As you start to play with your nipples you hear your boyfriend unbuckling his belt. A groan follows suit and you already know your boyfriend is stroking himself to the thought of you. That idea turns you on more than ever as you reach underneath sweatpants to start massaging your clit.

“What are you thinking about baby?”, you ask your boyfriend.

“You. My head, my thought are all taken up by you. The way your hair smells, how you kiss so good, how good your warm pretty pussy wraps around me as you fuck me into oblivion. Everything.”

You are feeling absolutely unadulterated pleasure. You hands pleasing you, playing with your clit so good as your boyfriends whimpers and moans fill your ears. Like him, your thoughts are filled with nothing but Choso and how good he makes you feel.

“Hah~ Babe I’m close. Thinking about how good I’ll make you feel when you’re back home. So desperate so needy f’r you”

“I know baby, just a little longer”

You close your eyes, taking in the incoherent babbles mixed with moans and groans that Choso emits.

Then, radio silence.

You open your eyes in confusion and call out for your boyfriend. “Choso?”

You hear no response and try again. After not hearing a reply for the second time and see that the call was disconnected. You groan and try calling him back. The efforts, however, were futile as you have lost all connection. You bite your lip in frustration and debate on whether you should finish the job or not. After pondering it you decide not to, as you wanna save yourself for your boyfriend. You depressingly wash your hands and put your clothes back on before exiting the restroom.

.

“Babe?”

…

“Babe?!”

Choso looks down at his phone screen and only sees the reflection of his angry cock covered in precum. He unlocks his phone with furrowed eyebrows and tries calling back his girlfriend. He loudly groans when all of his calls are sent immediately to voicemail. He throws his head back in frustration before eventually looking back at his still hard dick in his hands.

‘Can’t cum without y/n’, he thinks to himself.

He agonizingly stuffed his member back into his pants, hissing from the contact.

Choso spent the next couple of hours trying to do anything to keep his mind off of the time and his unmet pleaser. However, the hours seemed to just drag on and on, until he eventually fell asleep on the couch, a series playing in the background.

.

You got home in the odd hours of the night but you didn’t even care as you just wanted to see your boyfriend. Once you entered your house you basically threw everything on the floor and stripped yourself of any excess layers. You could just clean up your mess tomorrow but right now only one thing was on your mind, Choso.

You were surprised to find your boyfriend on the couch as he never falls asleep on there, preferring your bed where he could smell your comforting smell. The sight of him sleeping while waiting for your return played at your heartstrings. Fuck you were so horny but you would just have to wait for tomorrow. You approached your boyfriend and tried figuring out how you were going to carry him to bed without waking him. Hour thoughts were interrupted as your boyfriend shifted in his sleep before whimpering and uttering your name. You were quite surprised and looked down at his member to see he was rock hard.

You got an idea but weren’t sure of it. Choso had described before how it was ok for you to use him while he was asleep, but you had never acted it out before. You bit your lip, thinking it over. Your boyfriend groaned again and you decided, ‘fuck it’.

You tried your best to pull down Choso’s pants without waking him, it was a long process but you eventually got them down. Once you did you were met with the sight of a very red Choso jr covered in precum, his veins bulging. You licked your lips before licking a stripe from his base all the way to his tip where you tasted his salty precum. Choso groaned which caused you to pause your movements. Once he quieted down again you continued, except this time you took him in your mouth. The response was immediate as Choso moaned and shifted in his sleep. You didn’t care and kept going, wanting to hear more of him. The longer you sucked Choso’s dick, the louder and clearer his moans started to become. You started to hear your name rumbling from his lips and his hips reflexively started to buck into your mouth.

‘Fuck. Wanna fuck him so bad’ you thought to yourself.

So once again, you decided ‘fuck it’.

Choso whined as you dropped his dick out of your mouth. You were wearing a skirt so you just took off your panties and threw them somewhere before straddling Choso’s lap. You both groaned as you started to grind on him. The mixture of Choso’s precum mixed with your wetness caused a lewd wet sound to fill the room. You couldn’t take it anymore and finally inserted your boyfriend into you.

Choso woke up almost instantaneously once he felt your warm walls encasing him. He looked around confused but he was met with your tits bouncing in his face as you fucked him, his name falling from your lips with so much pleasure. He looked up at your fucked out face and all of his sexual libido hit him all at once. He took one of your nipples in his mouth and wrapped his arm around your waist before furiously bucking his hips up to meet your squelching pussy. You gripped onto his shoulders as nothing but curse words and Choso’s name was heard coming from you.

“Fuck! Harder Cho. Fuck me so good!”

Choso picked up the pace and smacked your ass causing you to groan.

“Fuck baby I’m so close”

“Me too y/n. Let me cum inside please. Wanna fill you up with my warmth so good. See my cum falling out of your pretty pussy b’fore I fill you up with my cock again. Please baby I swear I’ll be s’good?”

You could only bite your lip and nod your head but that was all it took. Choso rubbed your clit in that specific way that he knew made you cum fast. You saw white and your body jerked, overwhelmed from the pleasure. Choso followed soon after, bottoming out inside of you as his eyes rolled to the back of his head.

“Marry me”, you blurted out.

“Huh?”

“Marry me Cho. I want you to be a part of my life for as long as I live. I love you. Let’s get married, please?”

Choso burrowed hims face into your shoulder. You could feel him shaking and hear the muffled sobs coming from him.

…

“Yes.”

[cultherent]

An Accidental Email [Ch.5]

𝕄𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣𝕝𝕚𝕤𝕥

This Chapter is brought to you by “Slut Him Out” + “Slut Me Out” TW: anal, pegging, bitting, kissing, nipple play - aka fucking

Chapter 5:

“This is bullshit,” you stood from the bed, pacing up and down the room. What are the odds that he’s here? 

“Can you at least untie me?”

Thinking for a moment, “No. This is perfect. We have to talk about last night.” You sat near his torso, your head facing him. 

“Y/N, let’s just never talk about that.” He tried to sit up, but the restraints wouldn’t let him. He huffed then looked into your eyes, “Why are you staring at me like that?”

“What color?”

“Green…?”

“I’ll make you talk.” With those words, Bakugo’s cock hardened and he tried pressing his legs together. He gasped, feeling your arms wrap around his legs and spreading them apart. Placing your hand over the only piece of clothing that covered him, his boxers, you hooked your finger under it.

Bakugo lifted his ass, thinking you’d pull them down, but his legs soon burned by you pulling his underwear down painfully slowly. “Come on, Y/N. Be faster,” his eyebrows furrowed and his tone had a teaspoon of annoyance.

You mocked him, “Come on, Y/N. Be faster.” You chuckled after seeing his shocked expression. “I’d treat you nicer if you would just talk.” You remove your hands and place them beside his head, your face hovering over his. You bring your lips close, your eyes lingering. “You’re really pretty. Y’know that, right?” 

Bakugo couldn’t help the corner of his lips curl. He would have retorted with confidence, but he was startled. All the heat in his body went to his dick as your hands started to stroke up and down his shaft. He let out a moan. One of many soon to come. 

“So… you want to be my pet?” You whispered into his ear as you laid beside him. You kissed his neck, sucking onto the skin and leaving marks. You smiled to yourself as you licked the hickey, immediately moving to another spot. 

“Ugh~ Y/N. How am I supposed to cover these?”

“You don’t. That’s what happens when you disobey orders.” You sat up, your hand still stroking him, but you moved your other hand to touch the area around his nipple. You circled around the edge of his areola for what felt like ages for Katsuki. 

“Please, just touch me.”

“And why should I do that, Katsu~?”

His eyes rolled back, the name triggering a fire within him. Just as he recuperated himself, you flicked his nipple, shooting a whine out of him. Having his nipple between your fingers, you massaged it and switched between that and rubbing it with a finger. During this, your pace fastened.

“Y/N, I’m close.”

“Already? Let me know when you’re there.”

“Yes, mistresses.” 

You smiled. You were already turned on by seeing Bakugo tied up and having him under your control, but him calling you master filled every need you wanted from him. You brought your lips towards him, “A reward for you remembering.” 

You pressed your lips against his. His lips were soft and he tasted like caramel. He was insatiable and you almost lost yourself. Pulling away, Bakugo’s eyes clenched down, “I’m about to cum.”

In an instant, you stopped, and Bakugo’s ecstasy never came. “WHY THE FUCK DID YOU DO THAT!?!?”

You chuckled to yourself, “Count.”

The man’s eyebrows furrowed, the bridge of his tightening, “One.”

“Good job,” you pecked his cheek.

The second edge came, the third went, and the fourth was arriving.

“Y/N, please, just let me come.”

“Only if you tell me what’s going on with you.”

“Okay, I will master, just let me cum.”

You grinned, taking your hand and pumping him to oblivion. You pressed your lips against his, your tongues teasing each other's lips. Your tongues tangled in a dance that was so mesmerizing that when you spun away; the room was filled with gasps, and your hand was left wet and warm. 

Grabbing a tissue from the bedside table, you wiped his semen off your hand. “Alright, speak.” The blond before you closed his eyes, the tongue that once danced with yours was laying out of his mouth. “Come on, Bakugo. Stop playing dead, I let you cum. Talk.” 

Silence.

It was foolish to think he wouldn’t get punished for this act of disobedience. Swinging your head to the wall full of toys the room supplied, you grabbed all the vibrators and tied them to him. 

“Hey- Wait-” He tugged again, the restraints leaving marks on his wrists and ankles. 

It was over for him. You had put nipple vibrators on him, a vibrator in the condom you put on him so it would stay in place, and a vibrating butt plug in his ass. 

“Keep not talking.”

“Wai- Fuck~!”

You turned on all the vibrators causing Bakugo to jerk, his body tensing everywhere. You gazed at him in admiration and watched as his eyes soon watered. 

A tiny bit inside of you knew he would disobey, he loves disobeying, he’s a brat after all. So he needed a punishment to really make him listen, overstimulation. His dick was extra sensitive from cuming and you knew his nipples were violated by your tongue. He’d cry a melody about precisely what he meant soon enough. 

“Are you ready to talk?”

Fighting through his whines, “N-No- Huggh~” He hiccuped, his back arching upwards, trying to find a position that would give him less sensation.

You smiled, loving the challenge, and walked towards the wall of toys. Katsuki watched as your ass moved sensually, your cheeks nicely presented and not covered up. He loved the outfit you had on. In an instant, he looked away, getting too excited to the point he could cum again.

Throwing a blanket that was laying on a chair, it landed on Bakugo’s face, covering what you were doing. Yanking the blanket off, Katsuki found himself with his legs untied but close to almost over his head. Your hand held them up and his eyes widened as you teased his entrance. 

“What are you doing?”

“Making you talk~”

Lubricating the strap you put on, you pressed slowly into him, his asshole accepting you with ease. “Heh, you really want this, don’t you?”

He held onto his restraints, his head falling back as you reached his prostate. He groaned as you moved in and out, never leaving his entrance. Your pace quickened and your chest rubbed against him, your nipples teasing each other. You moan quietly, your lips biting at his skin. 

His legs pressed you closer to him, the strap going even further inside him. He whined loudly, his fingers digging into your back. “Fuck me, just like that~”

Your thrusts get faster, your arms wrapping around his back, helping you stay in place. Your thighs slapped together, making a fast beat followed by Katsuki’s whines and whimpers. 

“Deeper Y/N~”

With those words, you removed his arm restraints and moved him to the end of the bed. His upper body laid on the footrest at the end of the bed and his legs stayed on the bed. For a second, you gazed at his position. His back arched so effortlessly that you wanted to eat him up. He was so hot, especially his red-stained ass.

“Fuck me, man,” you exhaled and fucked him. 

The room and hallway were filled with Bakugo’s noises. “You’re doing so well, Katsu~” You praised as you sped up your pace, the slapping sounds resuming how it was before. Your left hand held the bed's railing and your right held his hair. 

Bakugo’s tongue extended, he was turned into a whore that night.

___

You got into your car and drove off. Katsuki was sitting in the passenger seat and was dozing off. He was tired after all the fun you had, so you let him sleep for a short while during the ride. You respectfully kept the music low. 

Driving on the highway, wherever there weren’t many cars you’d stare at him. You watched as his chest raised and lowered. His body would twitch slightly and you grinned to yourself. “How cute.”

“Hey Bakugo, we’re here,” you pressed your hand on his shoulder gently and moved him a bit. He rubbed his eyes and sat up. 

Yawning, “Ah. Thank you, Y/N.”

“No problem.”

He took off his seatbelt and then reached for the door. He opened the door, but he closed it before he could get out. “You deserve an explanation.” You unbuckled your seatbelt and then turned to face him. “I-...” His eyes shifted from yours and darted to the floor. You noted this as the first time he really stammered around you. This was the first time he was truly vulnerable with you.

“I like you, Y/N. And I really want to see what this can become. I know you ‘blackmailed’ me and everything. But I want to see what it’s like if I was your pet.” He put finger quotations around ‘blackmail’.

“I’m going to ignore the fact you did that,” you rolled your eyes then you smiled. “You can be my servant, Katsu. I have no problem with that. You’re hot and you’re amazing to play with.” You thought for a moment then extended your pinky finger, “Gimme your pinky.” He did as told then you twisted it downward and placed your thumb on one another, your pinkies still interlocked. “You’re mine now.” You let go of his hand and rubbed the hickies around his neck, “Especially with these.” 

You both chuckled. 

Bakugo walked out of the car and he was relieved. He was glad he talked things through between the two of you. Unlocking the front door of his building, he waited for the elevator. He entered when he heard the ding and pressed his floor. Walking around a corner, he reached his door and put his key in. 

"You've finally arrived," a woman screeched and engulfed Katsuki in a hug. Planting a kiss on his lips, "I've been waiting for you babe." Her eyebrows furrowed when she took a step back and looked at him, “What the fuck is on your neck?”

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Big Fan (part5)

Chapter 5: where there's pizza involved but also...steamy conversations...

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not beta read, english is not my first language. all mistakes are my own

tw: none, fluff, they are a warning... bucky and reader, just...ugh, so cute.

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You couldn’t realise what was happening. Since Bucky was back from his mission, you saw each other every two days, at least for the past 3 months. He was the perfect gentleman, always making sure it was alright to kiss you, that he could hug you or even take your hand.

You liked this side of him, but you won’t lie, you would love for him to just…take you right here and there. You made out a few times, but he always stopped, finding excuses, you weren’t mad at him for it, you let him take his time, all the time he needed. But again, you won’t lie, you’d dream of him fucking you into oblivion… or just make love to you, whatever he wanted, you just needed to feel him in that way.

“Y/N”, called your best friend, you looked up at her. “Stop overthinking and just have the conversation with him for god’s sake… you are both adult and consenting one for this relationship.”

“I know, but…he’s not from “our time” I mean…I don’t know how they were back in the days, maybe it’s not...”

“You’re just making excuses to not talk about it with him. They were as frisky as we are. Maybe he’s shy or maybe he’s not feeling like he can lose control in that way, don’t you think?”

Your friend could be the wiser sometimes. She had a point.

From bucky

Hey dolly, I know it’s last minute, but I have to go on a mission tomorrow. Something came up. Are you free tonight? I can come over…? JBB

From Y/N (my doll)

Hey, yes, I’m free, you can come over whenever you want, how does pizza sound?

From Bucky

I’m on my way now, I’ll stop by the place you show me, same order as last time?

From Y/N (my dolly)

You’re the best, I’m opening the red wine now! See ya XoXo

Bucky smiled at his phone, things were easy with you, he was being himself more and more around you, he loved spending time with you, the bad voices shut up when he was with you. But…he could feel something was bothering you sometimes, he knew it’s been three months and he hadn’t touch you in that way or let you touch him in that way either. He loved making out with you, loved to feel your hands in his hair and on his chest, he appreciated for you to not adventure around his left shoulder or arm. He loved to touch your body, even above your clothes.

It’s been some time for him, last time he was intimate with a woman…he couldn’t really remember. He wondered if…when he was the winter soldier if he ever…had sex. It was something missing and it was blocking to go further with you. He knew, he should talk about it with you, but he shied away every time. Maybe that was what was bothering you… only way to find out…was to ask you.

Three knocks on your door, it was Bucky, you trotted to open the door, happy to see him.

“Hey there Handsome”, you press a sweet kiss on his lips, making his eyes fluttered.

“Hey doll, how are you?”, he leaned in for another kiss and you smiled and kissed him more.

“I’m good, how are you? Not to stress for the mission coming up?”

He shaked his head and kissed you again, making you giggled.

“You want to eat pizza or me?”

You both stopped mid-way to another kiss and looked into each other eyes, you wondered if Bucky was redder than you, your cheeks were burning from embarrassment. He cleared his throat and took a step back.

“sorry, i..”

“don’t be sorry, I would eat both… well I do want that, I just…”, he looked distress, you took the pizzas from him and held his hand.

You put the pizza on the dinning table and continued your way to the couch, making him sit, before you sat beside him.

“Bucky, if you’re not ready, it’s okay, I can wait, I mean, there’s no rush.”

He smiled shyly and looked at his hands.

“I’m scared to lose control, to hurt you…that you’ll be scared of me.”

You held his chin gently and made him looked at you. “We can use colours and words to let the other know if something is not to their liking. We can go slow and I’m sure you won’t lose control, at least not in the way that you’re thinking…” you smiled tenderly and stroked his cheek, knowing it would sooth him.

You saw him thinking, almost saw the wheels turning fast in his beautiful head. He looked at you, the deepest way someone as ever looked at you.

“I wanna take my time with you doll. It’s been so long since i…I was intimate with someone, that I can remember of.”

He brought you on his lap, wrapping his arms around your waist tightly. “I want to take my time to explore your body, what you love and to worship you.”

Your mouth felt dry, and you felt hot all over, he wasn’t taking his eyes of you, and you could feel his heart beat fast.

“But not tonight, I can’t, when I’m back from that mission, I want to take you on a weekend date, I want to treat you right, I want to have you all to myself…selfishly.”

He pressed you against him, you could feel he was…excited about that idea, you were too, you whimpered quietly at the perspective of that weekend.

“Could we at least make out without as many clothes tonight?” you whispered out of breath.

He smirked and passed his right hand under your shirt.

“I would love that, doll.”

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omg i came across this reddit post and i'm positive it's something soft fall boyfriend ethan would do😊

"So, just about half an hour ago my girlfriend and I were done cuddling. Thus, like any other time, I reached for her clothes and started dressing her back up. I mean, she was just laying there, clearly tired, looking like some kind of amazing painting, I had no excuse to tell her to get up herself. Only this time, she chuckled a bit and said that she really liked this thing that I do. My immediate reaction was

"Isn't it something that everyone does?"

Apparently not! The answer shocked me. To be fair, I do struggle with this kind of things. Sometimes I'l take things literally, other times I'll take them for granted. Still, the very first time we had sex, that was my very first thought once it was over.

"She must be cold: I am supposed to give her clothes."

THE LAST LINE??? "she must be cold" that being their FIRST THOUGHT is so sweet this whole thing is SO ETHAN LANDRY. the admiration?? putting her clothes back on?? the oblivion to the fact that NOT EVERYONE DOES THAT?? UGH.

[junkratswifey]

Hello. Can I request nsfw oneshot (if u writing it) for Cathy Ward having anal sex with top male S/O?

woah,

like a scenario I'm assuming 💀

Warnings(???): Mutual Masturbation, Anal, Partial Oral, like cum eating??

I'm sorry if this sucks, I consider her to be dominant so I might have trouble illustrating this.

Cathy was taking an afternoon stroll in her floor, bored and alone. When she saw Y/N, she instantly lit up.

He didn't have the same reaction, though. His face was flushed, breathing heavy, and his face was warm.

"Oh dear, are you sick?" Cathy asked him.

Y/N shook his head, grabbing her shoulders.

"Y/N, are you okay?"

He nodded. "I...wanted to try something with you."

She blushed as he explained the "issue."

"Wow, you really want to do that? I've been wanting to for the longest time," she giggled.

He nodded, scratching his neck. She gently grabbed his hand and pulled him to a private room, and–well–got to work.

She carefully unzipped his pants, pulling them down slightly. She then gently pulled out his cock. He grunted in comfort. She was touching Y/N whilst touching herself with her other hand, when Y/N grabbed the hand she was using for herself.

"Well, now. That's not fair, is it? If you're going to stroke me off so tantalizingly, I should be the one to play with that pussy, yeah?"

She let out a breathy moan, "Y-Yes sir.."

He laughed smugly, touching her with gentle, loving hands. "F...uck..." she muttered.

They began to speed up the process, she was practically trying to pull his dick off. Meanwhile, he was fingering her into oblivion. They were two sloppy messes—or, they were about to be.

Cathy moaned in each breath. "Fuck, Y/N, c-can I...ugh...can I.."

Y/N's voice became low. "Can you what, sweetheart?"

Cathy bit her lip, "Can I s-swallow..your...c-cum?"

"Aw, Cathy.." he said, the fake sympathy dripping off his tongue, "you wanna swallow it?"

She nodded and her eyes started to water.

"Y/N, ah...I'm..close..I'm c-close.."

"Me too," he sighed, the lust and love forming in his heart.

They were almost that sloppy mess, when Cathy put Y/N's dick in her mouth. She sucked and twirled her tongue around it, making him moan.

"Right now, baby..r-right now," Y/N commanded.

She nodded, as if she could truly cum on command.

After about 3 minutes, Y/N and Cathy felt as if they could begin round 2.

He pulled down her stockings, before asking, "Skirt or no skirt?"

"No skirt.." she said.

He nodded, taking off all of her clothes.

"Hey," she said, "what about you?"

He giggled. "Well, I don't need my shirt off to fuck you, and my pants are already off."

Her body was now bare, no clothing to shield it from the world. Just her porcelain skin.

"Cathy, baby, be a good girl and bend over for me, okay?"

Cathy instantly followed. Y/N played with her thighs and ass, making her breathe like a heated animal.

"Don't worry, babygirl. I'll take care of you."

"Hah..thank you.."

He put a generous amount of lube in/around her ass and some on his cock.

"Fuck, baby," he groaned, slowly pushing himself inside her.

"Fuck—AH! Y—Y/N!! G-Go faster, please, please, please.."

Y/N denied. "No, Cathy. I want you to feel good, but I want you to feel the love I feel for you, not just the pleasure."

She nodded, "R-Right, sorry.."

He ran his fingers through her hair, when he was all the way in her.

"Y/N," she moaned, "I love you.."

He laughed, "I love you too, Cathy."

That somehow got her off fairly well, because at that point she was begging him if she could ride him.

"Of course, my dearest. What kind of partner would I be if I didn't let my baby have what she wants?"

She laugh-moaned, bouncing on his cock. "Fuck, I love you, Cathy."

Her breathy voice was sexy, especially when she said, "I love you too, I fucking love you.."

"Good fucking girl," he said, pushing his hands on her ass.

"Such a little slut for me, yeah?"

She nodded, panting like a dog.

"Who's my little bitch, hm?" he asked in a seductive tone. She bounced faster and harder.

"Me, me, me, me, me, me!!"

"Yes, baby, that's you," he said.

"I'm–close! I'm so close, Y/N, please let me c–"

Y/N interrupted her. "You know the rules, beautiful."

She nodded. "A-are you close, at all?"

"Mhm..yes, I am.."

Cathy went faster, as if her body just provides all of her energy.

"Same time?" he asked.

She nodded, her mouth totally open.

Y/N bit his lip. "Right now, right now."

Again, it was like she could cum on command.

"I love you," Y/N said.

"I love you too," Cathy sighed.

[mywitchcultblr]

I'M DISSATISFIED AND DISAPPOINTED WITH THE FACT THAT I CANNOT CHANGE FACE IN BALDUR GATES LIKE HOW I WANTED.

Oh my god what do you mean that I'm stuck with the ugly face and the only good looking face for male is the Chad looking half elf? Also let's admit it that female face preset looks better than males here. Inquisition has an excellent facial costumization and I don't get why Baldur Gates doesn't have a slider or a system like in Sims 4. Freaking oblivion and Skyrim has facial slider. Still I know that BG3 is excellent

Just disappointed with the lack of option and the fact that clothes is still gender gated ugh. You can have hairy penis and vagina but lacked the option to change the face? Lord....

The only person that I can represent in BG3 is just Akatosh, I'll try with Sheogorath later.

Can't do Neuvillette because he's too beautiful and BG3 cannot capture his sublime perfect beauty

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🤫 2022 Self Evaluation 😉

Thanks for tagging me @neondiamond :)

Here goes:

1. Number of stories posted to AO3 this year: 3

2. Word count posted for the year: 131,794

3. Fandoms I wrote for: One Direction

4. Pairings: Larry

5. Story with the most:

Kudos: Lost & Found In Oblivion

Bookmarks: Lost & Found In Oblivion

Comments: Lost & Found In Oblivion

6. Work I’m most proud of (and why): 

I don't think there's one that I am REALLY proud of... Maybe DDD since I edited it TOO MANY TIMES to count...

7. Work I’m least proud of (and why):

They are all babies, no shaming my babies.

8. Share or describe a favourite review you received:

All the comments from @marchessa and @greenblueish always make my day since they are so heartfelt and long.

9. A time when writing was really, really hard:

Until I hit up @iminthisstanshit I couldn't write a single word. It was so so hard for me to start and FINALLY in March or April, I found the best writting buddy and started from there :) I was in a writer's block for SO LONG UGH!

10. A scene or character you wrote that surprised you:

Maybe that changing room scene in MH. Simply because I have always wanted to write changing room sex, especially with a mirror so it turned out nicely.

11. A favourite excerpt of your writing:

UMMMMMMM, alright... I'm gonna go with DDD since I was pretty clever for coming up with this:

“Hungry for knot?”

The alpha’s voice suited his image so well. The deep, borderline sensual octave made Louis shiver. It was laced with timbre and Louis couldn’t remember the last time someone had spoken with a voice like this to him. But wait… Did the alpha just ask him if he was “hungry for knot”?

“Excuse me?” The omega could feel a hot flush underneath his skin. Surely, he was imagining things as he continued to gape wordlessly at the stranger.

The alpha raised a brown paper bag emblazoned with the Burger King logo up to Louis’ eye level. “Says here, I have a delivery for HungryForKnot?” Green, green, green. Startling mossy, earthy grass, iridescent summer green. The beautiful green seemed to be sparkling as they locked with baby blues.

“Are you not HungryForKnot?” The alpha’s tone was definitely teasing now.

“I most certainly am not!” Louis spluttered. His cheeks were positively burning. He had to grip his doorframe to steady himself or else he might keel over in embarrassment.

“Oh.” The alpha lowered the bag, plump lips forming a slight pout. “Then I guess I got the wrong house?” He tilted his head adorably.

12. How did you grow as a writer this year:

DAMN where should I start? First of all, I discovered omega H and now all I wanna write is omega H to the point that I don't read any bottom Lou fics unless they are recced or from my mutuals... There you go, the BIGGEST change. Bottom H is so powerful.

13. How do you hope to grow next year:

Delve into bottom H and be good at it.

14. Who was your greatest positive influence this year as a writer (could be another writer or beta or cheerleader or muse etc etc):

All the people in my dms :)

15. Anything from your real life show up in your writing this year:

Clothing shop? I would say cuz I'm into vintage clothes now so LAFIO clothing shop was a good idea.

16. Any new wisdom you can share with other writers:

If you only write bottom Lou, you are fucking missing out. Bottom H RULES!!!

17. Any projects you’re looking forward to starting (or finishing) in the new year: 

I have so so so many fics lined up, ready to go and ready to be written. We can only wait til January !!!

18. Tag some writers whose answers you’d like to read.

I think loads of people have been tagged already... Tagging @chai-hat-tea @flexible-racoon @beardyboyzx @cyantific @forthetherapyy @harryslonecurl :))

[talesofmetalandmagic]

Eavesdrop

This segment can be considered a spiritual successor to Shivers, because it’s also about Azir being sick after being freed.

His condition barely improves in the following week. He spends his days conked out and his nights awake, constantly shivering, sweating like mad, yet never warmed despite the tons of blankets that Nasus lays upon him.

The Curator never once leaves his side, blaming himself for every painful second in Azir’s life – bringing ointments to his wounds, constantly damping the cloth on his forehead and whispering him words of comfort as he holds his hands.

Azir finds his situation ridiculous. He’s spent all that time in Xerath’s clutches without ever feeling this sick, and now that he’s freed, ready to ride back to Shurima and tear it to pieces, he’s bedridden?

What a pathetic excuse for a monarch, the disgrace of the Omah dynasty.

The rest of his retinue is less present by his side. They spend their days practicing their blades, forming contacts for Azir to use and sometimes tending to his needs.

And needless to say, they don’t like it one bit.

“How did I even end up here?”, Taliyah asks Sivir one day. Azir seems to be asleep, perfect time to talk about him behind his back.

“Let’s just wait for him to recover. Then maybe things will start happening again.��

Taliyah averts her eyes from Sivir. “I’m not even sure I want him to recover.”

Azir tenses underneath the sheets. He's not asleep at all – sleep won't come even if he prays for it, unless the pain drives him into oblivion. The sheets, already drenched in imperial sweat, dampen even more as he takes in what he's heard. How dares that low-born, teenager who’s never even seen an Emperor... ugh, the head. He's never felt this weak and aching all his life.

“I didn’t think you so wicked, girl” Sivir quips, barely raising her eyes from the piece of wood she's carving.

Taliyah sighs. She knows those thoughts are bad, but Azir reveals a side of her she wishes she didn't have.

"And I, Sivir, didn't think you this merciful."

Sivir shrugs. "Ah, whatever. He’s got plenty of flaws, but there’s good in him. Like it or not, I’m indebted to him for my life.” And no one has ever saved her – not even those she considered her friends.

Taliyah scoffs. Azir shuts his eyes, pulling the sheets tighter. If he was still the Emperor he'd throw her in a dungeon at best. But she cannot know his thoughts,

“Just watch him as he gets back up. The moments he stands back on his feet we’ll go back to that old ‘me me me I’m the emperor I rule’ spiel. I'm packing my bags right now, and protecting my people. As for him... there's nothing we can do to save him from himself. Unless he changes his ways – which he won't."

“Feeling any better, little bird?” Nasus asks. They perform their typical routine with Nasus changing his sheets, wiping his sweat, bringing him the medicines he needs. He looks slightly more alive, but recovery is a long way to come.

Azir sits up, takes one sip from his medicine, then puts it aside.

“…do you love me, Nasus?"

What?

[sanzaibian]

I’ll be honest… this is not what I expected. I even went back to my Tumblr account and saw that my last like actually had a ton of different people on it, yet this is what happened when I saw this damned post…

Let me just start explaining what happened, okay ? See, I’m quite busy now, with the end of the second semester, the Master thesis to write and all the other work I need to do and file, so I don’t have much time to write, plus I was quite sick at about the time I wanted to write a special Eid story… that won’t happen, I guess ‒ though do check out @occamstfs ' excellent work on that theme. But yeah, let me not be distracted. Because I was sick, I wasn’t in the mood, but I started checking it back out for a few days, and then the post happened.

At the very moment I saw it, I was suddenly taken with convulsions.

I took my headphones off, unwrapped myself from the cloth I call clothes, and prepared to go to the toilets. It might be vomit, for all I know… and I’ve seen way too much of it in recent days…

But I didn’t have the time to even get up that I felt my abdominals harden, convulsing.

I watched flabbergasted as from my small fat abs sculpted themselves. All of that which I wrote about was actually… becoming reality ? I somehow felt both excitement and dread… especially dread, actually. I don’t actually want to be someone new altogether, just how would I be able to continue to live !

As I was doom-thinking, that hardening, which somehow was accompanied to a darkening of the skin, spread. I saw my hips harden, and I shifted my ass as its globes were becoming more muscular. I also watched as – and I still don’t know how to feel about it – my dick grew bigger, and not (only) because it was hardening ! Up the torso, I saw as my pecs were bulging out, setting themselves apart from the rest of my body, nipples perking out. When I saw them inflating, I couldn’t help myself being fascinated – and missing altogether the quite frankly impressive enlarging of my legs and then feet – and taking my hands to feel them. Oh, so divine was that feeling… fuck, I can’t help myself from doing it right now, and it just doesn’t get old…

But that was not to last, as suddenly my unyielding back pain struck once again. So I just moved my neck right to left, and made rows with my shoulders, when suddenly CRACK ! my shoulders were farther apart.

My arms were next, growing bigger and bigger, especially my biceps which, frankly, became massive. And as the dark reached my hands, I saw my nail polish break down and dissolve into oblivion. Honestly, if not for the fact that my life has been turned upside down, that I’m unrecognizable to literally everybody and that this whole situation will be hell for getting some new official papers, the fact that I lost the nail polish that I just put on yesterday would be by far the most inconvenient thing that happened from this situation. I guess I’ll have to put it back on, but then… ugh…

Sorry, getting back to the point. By then, my cramps were finishing, and I started feeling my head burning up, at it was remolding, to what I imagined to be another shape. Sensing an opportunity – and knowing full well how once is supposed to act thanks to all the stories I read here – I quickly made my way to the bathroom, to see myself in the mirror.

And when I saw the mirror, I was just starting to feel like my hair was scratching. I took my hand up, starting to scratch it, only to find my hair straightening, blackening, and especially receding into my scalp. I was glad when it stopped at only short hair, but the worst was to come.

I felt my jaw needing a scratch.

Even though I knew what was coming, I couldn’t help myself. I scratched as I say black hair growing, growing and growing. By that time, I was crying, as I saw what was, as a non-binary guy hating on his hair, my worst nightmare happening. The mustache part was the first to finish growing, already a respectable length that would be considered quite scruffy in today’s society, yet the rest of the beard continued growing.

And it grew, and it grew, meandering between my fingers.

I also looked down at my body hair, knowing them two to be always related. However, I only found it to be shrinking in covering, thinning in some sense. Now, don’t get me wrong, I’m still quite hairy, yet… less than before, when looking below my beard, somehow ? I guess even heaven-mandated hairy transformations think I’m too hairy…

And then, to top it all off, I saw a weird green, red and black goo snooping out of my pores, and then hardening into clothes. I was now wearing black sweat pants, as well as a green and red Moroccan Royal Federation of Football sweatshirt, as well as new boxers, new socks, and new trainers.

Great. Now, I not only look like the epitome of masculinity, something I do not want, but the only clothes that suit me are football clothes, a sport I absolutely do not care one bit about.

I’m so… confused by all that. Returning to my computer and seeing the post that made all of that happen, I just can’t help to feel like it… shouldn’t have happened. Yet it did. All because of that one damn post on Tumblr.

But I guess you all are happy, happy that I’m now a Moroccan jock that is all hyper-masculine, wearing a Salafi-approved beard, and that I decided to share the story.

But you don’t care that I’m now going to have to prove my existence to my family and to the state, that going out on the streets will prove fundamentally different in a way I’m not prepared for, and that now my dysphoria is going to go through the roof. Look ! Here is my cutest I can manage !

Well, now that I’ve said everything… let’s send that SMS to try and somehow let my family know that I’m me. Be happy that I am the one going through that, and not you. It’s all sorts of wrong to actually be in in another person’s body, no matter how hot it seems in written prose.

Though… I’ll admit that beard is growing on me… I might keep it for a while. I don’t know, something feels… weird about it, and I don’t quite know why…

Your last like is your new body. Who's winning?

Dumb muscle himbo for me it seems!

[cas10gail]

Here I am just warming up my fingers, typing. I will fall in love with this moment. This moment where I am staring at the screen, typing up.

I am onto the transcription job. I like it. Listening to conversations. Typing them. Piling them up. It is not so bad.

Researchers don't always like this part. I am part of their research. This is the coding sheet. Without it, there will be no data to refer to for the analysis.

I realized lately that, I like 'filing' things more. For instance, when I decided one night that I'm gonna do something. Anything. Paint or draw or create a scrapbook.

Later I find myself putting all tools in a box in a way I like them. I called it the "Bored Box" LOL. The thought of doodling away to oblivion did not appease me more than the idea of arranging things.

Why?

What if I do it every time I'm bored? What if every time I feel this excess energy, I just go and fold, file and fix? What if instead of "thriving in the chaos' my path to feminine energy is "putting the chaos together". Because "putting things together" makes me feel satisfied the most? I feel more in tune with some kind of force that helps me see amongst the messy path. and I love the peace while doing that.

I am confused though. Is that masculine thinking energy? I am not sure.

I feel better after folding my clothes. Smelling the clean atmosphere without the clouds of dust. Having things all in their rightful place. I feel most purposeful being able to make sense of what people say to me. Connection. I love connecting things around me. I am hesitant because what if this attitude directly points to something repressed within me? Something... I have to worry about? Ugh, that thought is scary.

Well... WHAT THEN?

Should I question it? Okay. What do I think is repressed? What do people repress that makes them feel the most comfortable about folding things like Marie Kondo?

Marie Kondo loves to be in spaces that spark joy for her. Same with me. Therefore I believe that I am most comfortable with putting the "chaos" together because I want to create a space that sparks joy for me AND the act itself brings me joy RATHER THAN putting the chaos together because of cultural pressure, or that I need to know my room is better than anyone, etc. I just enjoy it. I do.

Is it true? Absolutely true? Who could you be without the thought?

Probably clueless.

[pred1059]

Runaway Wind Chapter Fifteen

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“Look at you. New clothes and a sword? Don’t you look ready to go on an adventure?” Despite the blonde woman’s compliment, Naminé was hardly put at ease. She moved behind Ventus as the new arrival advanced on them. “Well, what are you waiting for Naminé? Introduce us.”

Shakily, Naminé muttered, “Larxene...Why are you here?”

“Really, that’s your introduction? After all our time together?” She shook her head at the spiritless girl.

She began to grip onto Ventus’ unarmored shoulder. “You kept me locked in Castle Oblivion. And hurt me when I tried to run...”

“Oh, don’t look at me like that. Sometimes you need to have a firm hand when disciplining unruly brats.” She began to reach over Ventus’s head towards Naminé “I’m sure we ca-”

*SLAP* Only to have it swatted away by him. A second later, Larxene stepped back to avoid the large shuriken aimed at her head. She turned towards a scowling Yuffie, “You know, the more I hear about your Organization, the more it sounds like you’re just going around causing trouble for fun.”

“Fun?” Larxene shrugged, shaking her head, “Well. I can’t deny that I’m finding some satisfaction in this. But I’ll make this clear. I have no heart to understand ‘fun’.”

“You enjoyed hurting me.” Naminé murmured, unwilling to look Larxene in the eye.

“Well misery builds character. And it helped keep you in line for our plan. Though...” Larxene began to leer at the hiding Namine, “If your ‘knight in shining armor’ here knew what you really were-”

“She’s nothing like you, or Axel.” Ventus pointed his keyblade at Larxene.

Her only reaction was a disgusted groan. “Ugh, so you told him. Way to steal my thunder.”  However, as she spotted Yuffie’s confusion, Larxene’s smirk returned, “Oooh, but you haven’t told her!” Naminé cringed at the accusation. “Do you want to tell her? Or should I?”

With a sigh Naminé explained, “What Larxene’s talking about. How she doesn’t have a heart. She’s a Nobody, created from someone with enough will that lost their heart, like to the Heartless. And I’m one-”

“WRONG!” Larxene shouted as he pointed at Naminé. “That’s not what you are Naminé! You remember don’t you? The will animates the body right? And where’s your body?” After a moment of exaggerated thinking, Larxene snapped her fingers, “Oh that’s right! It’s still alive and kicking. So you’re even less than noth-”

“SHUT UP!” An outraged Ventus threw his keyblade to silence the taunts. In a flash, Larxene took out thin knives between her fingers, and used a blast of lighting to knock the keyblade away.

“Oh right. Ventus.” Larxene narrowed her eyes as she stared him down. “The one who ruined our plan.” He had recalled his keyblade and held it ready. Watching Larxene as electricity gathered around her. ”We had it all mapped out to perfection, and you waltz on in and take the one thing that makes it possible!” And then, she sighed. “But. We hadn’t started it yet, so while we didn’t get to try it, at least we haven’t wasted time.” And with that, the energy dissipated around her, though Ventus was no less on guard. “And besides, it gave me a chance to learn something important about our leader, Xemnas.” Confusion grew on Ven’s face “He knows you Ventus.” 

He shook his head in exasperation, “What? Why does it matter if he knows me?”

“Well that’s the big question isn’t it? If I were you, I’d hurry up and figure that out before he decides to deal with you personally.” 

“Why does it matter to you if Ventus knows about your leader?” Yuffie crossed her arms, though she still held a kunai in each hand.

“Just making sure he knows that some prestigious individuals have an eye on him.” Larxene shrugged, “But if he wants to waste his time protecting it, then he can go right ahead.”

“She’s not an it!” Ventus shouted back.

“Aw. Well aren’t you a knight in shining armor?” Larxene waved her hand dismissively. “Throwing away your life to protect a freak? Spilling secrets you’re trying to keep safe?”

Ventus was taken aback, “Huh?”

Walking towards Maleficent’s old throne, Larxene continued. “I mean, maybe it’s just me, but it sounded like Maleficent had no idea what χ-Blade was. And now she knows about how important it is? Oh, who could have told her?” She sat on the chair and looked at the three, Ventus growing horrified at his mistake, Yuffie who still seemed to be processing everything, and finally, “Naminé,” who flinched at the mention of her name, “are you sure you really want to trust an idiot like him?”

A mumble “...not…”

Larxene raised a hand to her ear, “Excuse me?”

“He’s not an idiot.” For the first time, Naminé looked Larxene in the eye. “So what if he’s made mistakes? What’s dumb about wanting to save someone who needs help?”

Sighing, Larxene was utterly unmoved. “Because people are liars Naminé. And all helping people does is give them an opening.” 

At that point, Yuffie spoke up, “So swooping in like this, tearing them down after they’ve done their best to try and help is supposed to make you trustworthy?”

“What?” Laxene shrugged at the rebuttal. “I’m just telling the truth.”

Shaking her head, Yuffie shifted with her kunai held ready. “You may be telling the truth, but not all of it. There’s no way Naminé would hurt us.” Naminé’s eyes widened at the words.

“There’s no way Terra would hurt somebody like that!”

Larxene rolled her eyes. “Whatever. If you want to keep playing hero, be my guest.” Darkness surrounded Larxene as she sat on the throne, “Just try and figure out how Xemnas knows you. Or you won’t be heroes for much longer.” With that threat she vanished, leaving behind an empty chair.

Yuffie relaxed and stowed her Kunai away. “Listen, you’ve already proven we can trust you with helping us out here and in Hollow Bastion.” she turned towards the boy who seemed to be still mired in his guilt, “Hey, Ven. Don’t beat yourself up. Accidents happen.”

He shook his head, “I...just wish I didn’t make so many.”

Reaching over, Yuffie patted him on the shoulder, “Well. Take it as a chance to learn.”

Looking up, Ventus nodded, “I’ll...I’ll try.”

Tucking away her weapons, Yuffie began to walk towards the exit “Alright. We better get out of here and let everyone know how things are going. At the very least Maleficent won’t be making progress now that we’ve chased her away from here.” Yuffie began to grin. “Not to mention we got a summoning stone out of the deal!”

“But the Organization has the other one.” One that faded as Ventus pointed out the other half of the situation. 

At that Yuffie asked him, “That boy with your face, did you know him?”

Ventus emphatically shook his head, “I wish I knew who he was. Why he had my face.”

In response, Yuffie nodded, “Yeah, talk about freaky. Well, maybe Merlin’s made his way back by now, he’s usually good with this magical weirdness.”

“You know Merlin? It’ll be great to see...Naminé?” Yuffie turned at the tone of concern in Ventus’ voice, and saw the girl rubbing her head, grimacing in discomfort.

“Aaah...the truth can be most cruel, even amongst the closest of friends. After all, one never knows the secrets of another’s heart. I’m sure you’ll agree...Ventus...Aqua. ”

“Ven...Let’s go home…”

“It’s just...I have to find him before it’s too late!”

“Naminé?” 

At the touch of Ventus’ hand at her shoulder, she snapped out of her haze. “Huh?” she shook her head, “Sorry just...I thought…I’ll explain when we’re at Merlin’s place. I think...It has to do with...what their plans were.” Naminé held a hand to her chest, eyes downcast “Yuffie...I’m sorry. I meant to tell you soon, I just…”

Yuffie nodded, waving her hand, “It’s okay. Things have been busy. We’ll fill in everyone when we get back.” she looked to Naminé who seemed somewhat concerned with the prospect.

Ventus smiled, hand still on her shoulder, “Don’t worry. I’ll be with you.”

At that, Naminé relaxed, and smiled back, “Thank you, Ven.”

Larxene watched from the Castle tower as the trio made their way back through the forest, satisfied that her message was delivered. 

A familiar voice spoke behind her, “Well, looks like they made it out alive.” and Axel walked over besides her.

She shrugged, “Could be better, could be worse.”

Axel opened a dark portal next to them, “Then let’s get back to the castle for our report.”

Moments later, in The World That Never Was, the two were walking up the path to their meeting room. As they made their way up the walkway, they came across two familiar comrades waiting by the doors, “Marluxia, Zexion, looks like you’ve gotten a break in work.”

“After the fiasco with Naminé’s escape, we are monitoring the castle in shifts. Vexen and Lexeaus are watching the castle while Zexion and I are here.” Marluxia opened the door, motioning for them to enter inside. As Axel and Zexion walked in he gently held Larxene back by the shoulder and whispered. “Have you found the connection?”

A shake of the head, “Nothing, he didn’t know the name.”

“He might need more.“

Larxene nodded, “I’ll give them something. Trust me.” Having finished their surruptuous conversation, they walked in.

The room was the same brilliant white as always, only black robes on the thrones breaking up the brilliant void. The exception being Erxart, standing nearby the lowest throne in the circle. On it, Roxas was finishing his report on all that transpired. “After I defeated Ifrit, I met up with Xigbar and we came back here for the report.”

A moment of silence passed as Xemnas genuflected on Roxas’ account, “I see. While the exposure of your existence is unfortunate, it was necessary to protect the Keybearers. More concerning is Maleficent’s knowledge of the χ-Blade.” He calmly closed his eyes and explained, “We are aware of this blade. Were it to fall into the wrong hands, it would undo all we have sought to achieve. Furthermore, Maleficent’s knowledge of the arcane and prior experience with the Keyblade give her an undeniable advantage in seeking the χ-Blade out.” Xemnas then opened his eyes and intoned, “Therefore, as Superior of the Organization, I render this judgement. Maleficent and Pete are to be terminated on sight, I shall provide a most substantial reward to any who fulfill this order.” The clarity in his voice made it clear negotiation was not an option.

From his seat, Luxord held a Queen of Clubs card in his fingers, “Well then, it seems Maleficent’s time left in this game for Kingdom Hearts is marked.” with a flourish, it vanished, “It will be interesting seeing this all unfold between all the players.”

Demyx whistled ”Man, glad I didn’t get stuck with that job” stretching in his seat, he reclined, “In comparison, the Agrabah recon went off without a hitch.”

“No thanks to you.” Erxart grumbled from the ground floor.

Holding his hands out placatingly, Demyx whined, “Hey, I kept an eye out. Made sure things were fine while you did your keybladey thing.”

“Marluxia, Zexion.” Xemnas spoke over and silenced their chatter, “What news from Castle Oblivion.”

From his seat, Marluxia spoke, “We are using Zexion’s illusions to unbalance the Keyblade wielder, hopefully to get him to a point where we can persuade him to work with us.”

“However, things have escalated dramatically.” Zexion continued “Riku has resurfaced in the depths of the castle, and is making his way upstairs. He and Sora are not set to intersect, but that is not the only intruder.”

Xigbar rolled his eye, “Another one? Getting kinda lax with the security aren’t you?”

“It is the princess of heart close to Sora and Riku. Kairi. She appeared in the castle not long after Riku...Furthermore, she has a keyblade.” 

This news caused the council to murmur, but it was Xaldin who spoke up, incredulous, “A keyblade? How could she have acquired one in such a short period of time?”

“More to the point,” Saïx asked, “is she even worth developing as a wielder?”

Zexion answered “Lexeaus tested her strength, and found it satisfactory.” At this, the discontent in the room quieted down, though Roxas and Erxart still seemed uncomfortable.

Xemnas nodded, “You are wise to bring this to my attention, Zexion. Marluxia, if it pleases you, I would like to discuss this with him privately. Given that his power will be instrumental in maintaining control of the situation.”

The Master of the Castle nodded in agreement, “As you wish, my superior.”

“Dismissed.” And with a pair of dark portals, Zexion vanished with Xemnas.

[midnightsunnyday]

The Brothers Go To Bath & Body Works

A/N: because I was bored and like headcanons where the brothers are in ordinary situations doing ordinary things, yet because of their nature and ignorance of human culture, get in all types of trouble. Definitely counts as a crack post.

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Lucifer: for horrid's sake it's like Asmodeus and Mammon's bathrooms exploded.

Satan: for once I have to agree with you. This place is a bit...assaulting.

Leviathan: ugh. This is just like that anime I watched: My Partner Tricked Me Into Going Shopping And Now I'm Stuck Watching Them Make Horrible Financial Decisions!

MC: that sounds way too contrived to be a real show.

Satan: furthermore, are we really about to spend an hour shopping for candles?

MC: no, I'm about to spend an hour shopping for candles. You all can wait outside *sighs* At least Asmo gets it.

Asmodeus: such splendor! Such rapture! I mean just look at it: the colors! The scents! The mini hand sanitizers! Oooh, and is that a sale? Buy three get two free, you say?

Lucifer, scanning the shelves: and what is this absurdity?  Pumpkin pecan, pumpkin apple, vanilla pumpkin, pumpkin clove, cinnamon pumpkin, caramel pumpkin...just what is it with you humans and your obsession with pumpkins?

MC: hey, don't judge my culture. Pumpkin scented and flavored products are an annual mortal tradition.

Lucifer: a tradition that should be banned, clearly.

Mammon: humans sure are strange though. I mean, why have an entire store dedicated to something so lame?

Satan: well, candles can be used for many purposes, but for most humans they're not only therapeutic, but romantic. In fact, it's customary for human lovers to light a multitude of candles around their dwelling to draw in their mate.

Mammon: to draw in their mate, huh? Ya don't say...

*loud clanging noises*

MC: Mammon...why are you scooping an entire row of candles into your shopping bag?

Mammon: oi, what are ya the candle police? Don't worry about it.

Salesperson: just so you know, all our three wick candles are--

Mammon: --buy three get two free. Yeah, yeah, we read the sign!

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Belphegor: hey, which scent do you think smells better on me?

MC: *sniffs* ooh, I really like the lavender one.

Belphegor: good, then that's the one I'll buy. That way, when we finish taking our naps together, you'll smell me all over your sheets. And your clothes. And your pillows. And the rest of your room.

MC: sounds very...Pavlovian. Just no leashes or collars, please. 

Belphegor: I think you might have me confused with Lucifer...and possibly Satan.

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Asmodeus: Satan dear, please tell me you aren't going to buy that just because it has a cat on it?

Satan, blushing: of course not. I was just...looking, is all.

Leviathan: you know, you're kinda behaving like an otaku who wants to buy all the latest merch of their favorite character.

Asmodeus: so like you, then?

Leviathan: hey! Otaku are a proud people who fuel their hobbies with the upmost passion and dedication. There's no shame in it.

Asmodeus: whatever you say, brother ~

Salesperson: just so you know, that's our limited edition Halloween scent, which is only around for the holidays.

Satan: hmm...

Salesperson, wearing a cheeky grin: we also have cat shaped plug ins.

Satan: where?

Asmodeus: now wait just a--

Salesperson: --did I also mention that we're having a sale on all our bath products?

Asmodeus: on all the bath products, you say?

Leviathan, rolling his eyes: normies.

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Salesperson: excuse me, sir?

Lucifer, sighing: if you're attempting to sell me something, then I rather hear the quick version.

Salesperson: it's just that you seem a bit...tense. Do you happen to suffer from stress? If so, I can show you a few items in our aromatherapy collection.

*Lucifer, gazing over at Leviathan and Mammon*

Mammon: ok, ok, on the count of three. One, two...three!

*Leviathan and Mammon shrieking in pain as they spritz body mist into each other's eyes*

Lucifer: ...I'm listening.

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Belphegor: hey guys, I don't think it was a good idea to bring Beel in here.

Lucifer: meaning....

Beelzebub, holding two candles and mumbling to himself: this one says banana walnut muffin and this one says warm apple pie, but it's not a muffin and that's not a pie, but it smells like one, but I can't eat it, but it's named after food, but it's not food...*falls to his knees* it's not food.

Leviathan: uh...

Beelzebub, in a trance like state: it's not food. It's not food. It's not food.

Satan: well, this doesn't look good.

Mammon, placing a hand on Beelzebub's shoulder: hey, little bro. You ok?

Beelzebub: so...the time for retribution has come? Such an ironic fate, being made to roam this chamber which torments me with scents familiar, yet unable to satiate. For centuries I've scourged the lands, devouring flesh to still the pain that naws at my being. Cursed to eat without gain. Without joy. Forever crowned as the sin of gluttony, a crown in which I sometimes find too heavy to bear. For some, I was once a god, for others a mere pest. Even so, I find myself in a hell not of my own creation, but one in which I rightfully deserve.

MC: um, Beel? I love you, but you're freaking everyone out.

Beelzebub, looking up at MC with empty eyes: ah, the mortal to whom I am bound. Tell me, are you here to guide me towards salvation? Or are you too like these wondering souls, searching for nourishment in that which is fleeting? However, I advise you make your decision with haste, as soon I will no longer be able to tell friend from prey.

*silence*

MC: ...we really need to get him some food.

Mammon, helping Beelzebub to his feet: ok, time to go, buddy.

Asmodeus: how about we get you some McDonald's. Do you like McDonald's, Beel?

Beelzebub: immortality is a curse. The only true salvation lies in oblivion.

Asmodeus: ...he wants McDonald's.

*at the food court*

Asmodeus: still, I can't believe I ended up purchasing several bags worth of lotions, candles, and body sprays *shivers* such an insidious place. I love it!

Lucifer: admittedly, this pillow mist is very soothing. Though may I suggest that next time we go somewhere less...traumatizing?

Satan, staring down into his bag full of cat shaped plug ins: *sighs* agreed.

Mammon and Leviathan, holding a cup of ice to their eyes: definitely.

MC: I just wanted us all to go shopping. How was I suppose to know scented candles would make Beel suffer an existential breakdown?

Lucifer: speaking of which, how are you feeling, Beel?

Beelzebub, stuffing his face: cheeseburgers and nuggets are my favorite food from McDonald's.

Lucifer: that's nice Beel.

Leviathan: well, that problem solved itself.

Mammon: but man, what a day. All this shopping sure gave me quite the workout *stretches his arm over MC* I think I'm just gonna head home, light a bunch of candles around my dwelling, let MC walk in and ya know...see what happens.

MC: *sighs* This is exactly the reason why I shop online.

[fightful]

Ozzy’s expression was impenetrable; it was hard to tell what he was thinking beyond that gruff, rough shell of his. His gaze flashed sidelong, and he rolled his tongue over the front of his teeth, letting his mulling manifest in the bulge of his upper lip.

“People do strange fuckin’ things, Leon,”  his words held no malice and no anger, calm despite the brittle anxiety that was unravelling in the man before him,  “sometimes it’s not even a matter of people you know—it’s a matter of being in the wrong place at the wrong time. If there’s no foul play involved, he might be lost somewhere northbound, towards Ballonlea. Glimwood Tangle is known for its labyrinth, and the fae are known for their tricks. But if foul play is afoot …”

His sentence petered away into oblivion.

A week was a long time.

Silence doubled down around them; tension thick enough to warrant a steak knife. Slowly did Ozzy find his feet. He pushed the chair back, letting it roll cacophonously to a halt prior to rising.

“I’ll need your full cooperation.”

He strolled to the girthy cabinet that flanked one side of the room; it sported an upper section and lower section, with desk-like protrusion slicing the section into two different, albeit joined, compartments.

“I’ll need access to his house, his room—anything that will help. I have connections regarding tracking, whether that be physical or technological,”  ugh, tech,  “but my first point of call is to always check their residence first.”

He plucked a modest collection of papers, pinched at the corner by a firm staple, returned to Leon’s side and slid the paper in front of him. Upon it, a report. Details, like the person’s physicality  (hair, eyes, height, last known worn clothing)  were printed with empty spaces to their right.

“I’ll need to fill this out first. Or, you can, if you’d rather. The first page is just details that I’d need you for anyway.”

He gave Leon a moment to himself, for eyes to skim—whether light or heavy—the papers as Ozzy circled back around to his own chair.

“A missing persons report.”

Leon winced a bit, feeling as if he'd already failed his attempt to not just be another client from the same movie he felt as if he'd stepped into. He sighed softly, worrying his lower lip between his teeth. At least Octavius seemed interested in maybe taking an interest in the situation, more than the cops did anyway.

That, at least, was better than nothing.

He nodded at Octavius's request to answer his questions as honestly as possible. He was going to be nothing but honest; he had nothing to hide although he was a bit worried that he didn't know as much about Hop as he thought he did.

“Are you close with your brother?”

Leon shrugged a shoulder, lowering his arms and lacing his fingers together again. He twiddled his thumbs a bit, eyes still locked onto the smudge on the desk and back bent. "As close as we can be all things considered. I'm almost thirty, he's just barely sixteen. And I haven't seen him very much when he was growing up... But we talk on the phone a lot when I'm not able to visit. Lately I haven't been able to spend any time with him, not since..." He trailed off, expression distant and numb as ice settled in his veins. He didn't like thinking about Eternatus or that fight; he'd been unable to protect Hop and Gloria.

He'd nearly died trying to. And in the end, he'd been the one that needed saving.

He shifted his arms to curl around his middle, guilt clawing at his guts and leaving him feeling a bit nauseous.

"Not since the last Championship battle anyway."

“Does your brother have a partner? As in, a girlfriend, boyfriend.”

"No, I don't think so. He definitely would have told me that one." Leon chuckled. "He's told me basically every crush he's ever had. At length."

“Has he given any indication of wanting to stray from home, beyond his friends? Wanting to travel beyond Galar?”

He shook his head. "Absolutely not. Not without his friends at least. I know him and Bede and Marnie had plans to visit Kalos next summer. And, I skimmed through some of his journals just trying to see if he had any plans to run or travel but nothing."

“Where and when was he last seen?”

Leon hummed a bit, looking thoughtful as he mulled over what he'd pieced together from his mom's explanation to the police a few days ago. "Last time mum saw him was when he was heading out to go catch some Pokemon up north from Ballonlea. That was a week ago exactly from today."

“Does he have any enemies? Do you?”

This question gave Leon pause, eyes flickering up to meet Octavius's, wide and almost innocently frightened at the idea of Hop or himself having enemies. He sat up straighter, twisting his fingers together as he tried hard to think about his response.

Did he have enemies?

Hop, no. He never could. He was a happy and friendly kid, and even Bede liked him.

But Leon...

"I... I know he didn't." He responded finally, reaching up to tug anxiously at a lock of hair. "And... I mean, I guess I could have some. I don't think they'd be willing to do something like this... it was just Pokemon battles." He opened, then closed his mouth, chest tightening and throat feeling as if hands were curled tight around it. "I was Champion for a long time... but surely that can't-- no one would be that upset about losing a Championship battle that they'd do something like this, right?"

He laughed softly, nervously, and the sound was a bit strained, as if he were trying not to hyperventilate at the thought that Hop missing was his fault somehow.

"I'm not even Champion anymore. I lost. Why would someone do something now?"

[neko-nemesis]

Diluc this, huffman that EXCUSE YOU- Where tf is your appreciation for literal Dilf Wagner ??? I mean hunny??

A workaholic blacksmith? Hunky af? Strong? Actually had some meat? (sorry itto they did you dirty why mihoyo give you sticks for arms I dunno) the actual fucking zaddy in this damn game?!?!? Hellooo?!?!

Ps: my brain if full of rot and I finally plucked up the courage to send asks lmao excuse all the useless ones i prolly sent

THANK you for the ask love @brokeartskid and GOSH I'm so SORRRRRY for the late response, shit for me is going a lil rough this new year but ANYWAYS 😋OKAY OKAY listen. HEAR ME OUT!! I got alot to say about this man. BELIEVE ME WHEN I SAY I HEAR YOU AND I GET YOU. I JUST DIDNT THINK THERE'S PEOPLE OUT THERE WHO THINKS THE SAME WAY DDHDHDHDJ and goodness please, feel free about the asks, you made my day with this incredible one <3 don't hesitate to drown me with your brainrots CAUSE UGH SAME DAMNITNSHDJS I finally know there's other fucking people drooling over this buff ass Wagner.

Side note for itto, istg he looks like Zeke's titan/ the beast titan from aot ☠️ I'm sorry mihoyo played my guy wrong

Istg, I saw a TikTok of him way before I started the game and man got me raising my brow in interest. And when I did join the game, when I would have some spare time, I'd just stand there near the blacksmith and watch him HAHHSJDUDHDJ. I got some headcanons of my own for this beef cake (lmao I'm sorry) ;)

Okay, No one. NO ONE can convince me this mf isn't pent up as shit. I doubt he ever took some time off from working so hard all the time and you know, let his mind wonder. So really, imagine being that one little pretty thing that caught his eye. >:)

He's ofcourse not one to have time for idle chatter (diluc much?), Imagine that sexy buff man for once in his life getting distracted during work whenever you were around the streets. Oh I'm sure it will be soooooo frustrating for the man </3 what's more enticing annoying for Wagner is that you know what you're doing.

So imagine one fine evening, he just had enough. He's not used to having distraction nor a need for something or should I say someone ? Ofcourse it's none other than you ♡ even more so, after seeing you flirt away with his apprentice, Schulz??? Well let's hope he doesn't break the weapon he's forging with his bare hands. (Screaming cause like just think for a secondsjdj) bestie you're getting your guts rearranged tbh.

So I say, don't be so surprised if you happen to be walking by but suddenly get dragged out of no where but then see it's none other than Wagner himself, literally fuming. (Gosh do  I love hot men when they're angry.)

So just imagine, Dilf Wagner having enough with your shit and bending you over, arching your back until it aches a bit from the stretch but I'm sure you don't mind <3 the fucking man you've been wanting for so long, is about to pound you to oblivion buttt not yet.

The last thing you'd expect is him ripping down your pants/dress, the bottom half atleast. But before you could protest about the cold or your torn up clothing, his calloused hand spanking your bare bottom, hard. Gosh those hands. I can't bear to imagine the absolute bliss as well as sparks of pain you could feel through the impacts from his hands. My masochist ass can only dream~

And his voice? Cross my heart and I hope to die, it makes me all giddy. Imagine that same voice sounding all husky and drunk heavy in lust,

"You've been waiting for this, aren't you?"

"Don't tell me you're getting off to this like a whore."

OH and please tell me you remember his line from the dragon storm or whatever quest, he really goes

"What? Speak up. I can't hear you."

Imagine him mocking you like that when all you can do is whimper.

FUCK this, I can't write everything I think of here. I'll literally write a fic today about this mf 🏃‍♀️💨 lmk if you wanna get tagged ;))