#embre because I just do

[henrioo]

°•*⁀➷ TWO AGAINST ONE: PORTGAS D. ACE

꒰ SYNOPSIS ꒱ : "Ace makes the mistake of eating one of your pregnant husband's sweets, you, now he needs to somehow earn her forgiveness. However, it seems that in this dispute, your son has already chosen who his favorite father will be."

꒰ WARNINGS ꒱ : TRANS MALE READER, FTM READER, TRANS MASC READER, PREGNANT MALE READER, MEN PREGNANT, BIOLOGICAL PREGNANCY, GAY RELATIONSHIP, Reader is a little dramatic, pregnancy dramas, unnamed baby but is a boy, Ace and you are married, Ace is a golden retriever and you're mean to him (just a little), Ace is a perfect dad and husband

꒰ WC ꒱ : 917

꒰ NOTES ꒱ : Wow, more babies! Hahah who would have thought... Okay I wanted to say that it's the last baby story but it's not, At least next time I'll try to post another topic or you'd start to think I'm weird. The post was supposed to be yesterday and it was also supposed to be a late ask, but the ask is 7k words long and I'm having a serious problem translating it, so I'm going to post this other story today so I can have more time, enjoy!

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"Love, honey, my husband, my man, my sweet, forgive me." Your husband, Ace, whimpered beside you as you lay on the reclining sofa, covered in pillows and with a soft blanket over your huge belly. You had an irritated expression and crossed arms, purposely ignoring him and pretending to pay attention to the television.

"I'm not talking to you," you snorted irritably, and if your feet weren't swollen and your legs weren't aching, you would have kicked his ass out of the house.

"I swear, I didn't know it was your chocolate! I thought it was mine... I'm sorry, my love," he was kneeling on the sofa next to you, his hands clasped together begging for forgiveness, and his puppy eyes were so sad that anyone would have accepted his apologies.

Anyone, except you. No, no, you were a pregnant man dealing with a very active baby and hormones so out of whack that you seemed like a ticking time bomb. You definitely wouldn't forgive your husband for eating the last of your chocolate stash. Especially because it was Sunday! The store that sold your favorite, expensive, artisanal chocolate only opened on Tuesdays. You would have to go two days without your chocolate because of your husband's stupidity in not checking who the chocolate belonged to before swallowing it!

Okay, you weren't exactly craving chocolate in the past few days, and that one had been stored for a long time... But that doesn't change the fact that he shouldn't have eaten it!

"I swear I'll buy the whole store for you to forgive me! Please, don't pout at me like that," he whined again as he lovingly rubbed your arm. Ace hated hurting you, no matter how small the reason. Now that you were pregnant, he tried his best to make you live in paradise, as he was extremely worried when he found out that stress could cause serious complications in pregnancy. Although Marco and Law tried to explain that it had to be an absurd amount of stress, he practically didn't listen and accepted as an absolute truth that even the smallest amount of stress was a deadly risk for you and the baby!

"I hate you," you murmured irritably, and your frustrated pout grew. You didn't like arguing with Ace and usually didn't care so much about something like this, but those damn hormones made you go crazy. One moment you were crying, and the next you were trying to set the house on fire with Ace inside. Then, you would go back to normal as if everything were fine. You could only think that this was Ace's punishment for taking so long to propose to you.

"What can I do to make you forgive me, my king?" he sighed and sat closer to you, kissing your arm and then trying to kiss your cheek, which resulted in you moving away. "You're breaking your poor husband's heart."

"I'll ask for a divorce if you keep annoying me," you said, trying to stay strong, although you were almost giving up on arguing and just getting lost in Ace's warm embrace.

"Ouch... So cruel," he whimpered and carefully laid on your belly, then gently stroked it, giving kisses on the shirt you were wearing. "Come on, little guy, help your old man make peace with your daddy. He'll put me to sleep on the couch if he stays like this," he whimpered, trying to get help from his unborn child.

Before you could reprimand Ace again, a kick was felt by both of you... Your baby had just kicked exactly where Ace's head was, making him startle and jump from the slight blow he received, causing both of you to widen your eyes in shock.

"Our son just kicked me?" he asked, confused and incredulous about the situation.

"Humph, looks like it's two against one now," you smiled triumphantly as you caressed your belly. "Our son is smart, he knows that this daddy here is the only one whose right," you continued teasing Ace, already feeling your mood improve and the anger dissipating.

"This is unfair! The two men in my life are ganging up against me!" he crossed his arms with a pouting expression.

"Think twice before eating my sweets next time," you shrugged. "You heard the baby, today Daddy Ace sleeps on the couch," you laughed, feeling some gentle kicks from your baby, as if he really agreed with you.

"This little rascal will have to deal with me when he's born... Stealing my husband, I was here before you," he muttered childishly as he glared at your belly. "And you, mister grumpy husband, I'm going to squeeze and kiss you until you're forced to forgive me! And if you try to kick me out of our room, I'll cry at the door like a stray dog," Ace made his threat, and before you could disagree, he threw himself on top of you, covering your face with kisses as he hugged you tightly. All you could do was laugh, feeling ticklish from his kisses. You didn't usually get mad at your husband so often, but if it meant having him as a repentant little puppy trying to win your forgiveness through affection and love... Maybe you would start getting mad more often, especially if your son would help you.

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[moonselune]

Just read your over clingy tav prompt and I loved it 🥹🥹

And then a kind of continuation popped into my mind:

What will Wyll do/think when one day he finds that tav’s clinginess target has turned to a doll/animal plushie that looks like him? I imagined a lion plushie with darker skin and mane 🦁

Probably tav did it because they thought their clinginess could be an annoyance to Wyll, especially postgame Wyll when he could have lots of work to do no matter which path he chooses.

(Definitely not self-inserting hehehehe🥲)

You don’t have to do this if you don’t want to, just want to say hi and let you know your contents are awesome 🥰

So so so wholesome so cute

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: .☽ . :☆ﾟ. ───

Wyll x reader | Little Lion

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: .☽ . :☆ﾟ. ───

One evening, Wyll finds himself alone in his tent, the usual warmth of your embrace noticeably absent. Curious and a little concerned, he sets off to find you. It doesn't take long before he discovers you in your own tent, lovingly stitching away at a small plushie. The plushie has a dark mane, a missing eye that mirrors Wyll’s own appearance. It's a lion, but unmistakably Wyll-like.

"What's this?" Wyll asks, intrigued, his tone laced with amusement.

You look up, a bit startled but quickly smiling. "Oh, it's nothing. Just a little project I've been working on."

Wyll chuckles, reaching out to take the plushie in his hands, examining it closely. "It looks just like me. How come you didn't tell me you were making this?"

You hesitate, glancing away for a moment. "I thought my clinginess might be an annoyance to you, so I made this to keep me company instead."

Wyll’s expression softens, touched by the thoughtfulness behind your actions. "You could never be an annoyance to me," he says earnestly. "This is… actually really sweet."

Over the next few days, Wyll finds the sight of you with the plushie endearing. He often catches you hugging it or keeping it close during the day, and he finds it wholesome and comforting. However, one night, he wakes up in the middle of the night and notices you clutching the plushie instead of him. He frowns, a pang of jealousy striking his heart.

Thinking you are asleep, he gently reaches over, takes the plushie, and rashly throws it off the bed, hoping to reclaim his rightful spot in your arms. With a small victorious smile, he snuggled into your arms, believing he had got away with his crime.

He had not.

"What are you doing?" Your voice, sleepy but clearly awake, cuts through the darkness.

Wyll freezes, caught red-handed. "Uh… nothing. Just… adjusting."

You sit up, giving him a stern but playful look, immediately realising that a certain plushie was missing. "Go pick him up and bring him back into the bed."

Wyll pouts, feeling a bit silly. "Do I have to?"

"Yes," you insist, your tone leaving no room for argument.

Reluctantly, Wyll gets up and retrieves the plushie, placing it back in your arms. He climbs back into bed, still pouting slightly. You can’t help but laugh softly, wrapping your arms around him and the plushie.

"Wyll, you know you’re my favorite, right?" you whisper, nuzzling into his neck.

He sighs, the jealousy fading as he melts into your embrace. "I know. I just didn't want to share you with a stuffed toy."

You smile, kissing his cheek. "There's enough of me to go around. Besides, I made it because I care about you so much. It’s like having a piece of you with me all the time. You need not be jealous of it, my love."

Wyll’s pout turns into a soft smile, and he pulls you closer, wrapping his arms around both you and the plushie. "Alright, I guess I can live with that. Just don’t forget who the real Wyll is."

"The lion- No! give him back!" You laugh as Wyll tries to pry the lion from your steel grip. Deciding to play dirty, you press his lips against his and he immediately becomes preoccupied with you, the lion slipping from his grasp. You smile against his lips and pull away, holding the lion victoriously.

Wyll just sighs and pulls you back into his embrace and lies down, holding you and -begrudgingly, the lion too. He'll get his revenge, one day.

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I am definitely going to do a BG3 characters being jealous of an inanimate object, this was just so much fun, hope you all enjoy it ! - Seluney xox

[luvu2themoonand2saturn]

super bowl blues

joe burrow x reader

wc: just under 1k

warnings: sad joe, all fluff otherwise <3

summary: joe can’t help but feel like he let his teammates down on super bowl night

The day that so many peoples’ lives had revolved around for the past four months, including your boyfriend’s, had finally arrived. It was the night of the Super Bowl, and instead of cheering on Joe and his team at the stadium, you, Joe, and most of the other Bengals players and their partners had gathered at a bar for drinks to watch the game together.

The mood of the group was decidedly subdued - everyone was still mourning the loss of the AFC championship and thus their shot at winning the Super Bowl, although it was starting to sting a little less. The team’s attention was already shifting to the upcoming season and preparing for it, already kindling hopes for next February. Despite the undercurrent of defeat, you were all still grateful to be in one another’s company.

At the start of the evening, everyone had crowded into a booth to watch the kickoff, but as the time passed, people dispersed to the pool table and the dartboard. Joe had stayed in the booth with you for the most part as you chatted with Sam and Ja’Marr, reflecting on your favourite memories from the season, laughing at locker room recollections.

Joe had been rather distant throughout the evening, not cracking his usual jokes or poking good hearted fun at his teammates whenever the opportunity arose (which it had many times). He had nursed a single drink, his arm resting around your waist, keeping you tucked against his side. You knew he wouldn’t want you to draw attention to his melancholy, so for the time being you opted for resting a hand on his thigh, giving it a gentle squeeze to let him know you were there.

“I’m going to grab another drink, sweetheart,” he said, standing up from the booth. “Any of you need refills?” The guys and you all shook your heads no, and Joe headed off to the bar on his own.

After a minute had passed and he was yet to return, you peered over top of the booth to catch a glimpse of the bar. Rather than waiting for the bartender to serve him, his glass was empty on the counter and he was sitting on a stool towards the end, chin resting on his hands as he stared at the wall of liquor behind the bar without really seeing it.

You drained the last couple sips of your drink, giving you a reason to excuse yourself and head to the bar. You stood and made a beeline for Joe. Setting your empty glass beside his, you scooted a nearby stool over, hopping onto it and resting a hand on his back.

“Hey,” you said softly as he turned to look at you.

“Hey,” he replied quietly.

Gently rubbing your hand up and down his back, you asked, “What’s going on, baby? And don’t say nothing.”

He let out an amused huff. “Why can’t I say nothing?”

“You can’t say nothing because you never let me say nothing. You get what you give, I’m afraid. And I want to hear about it, love.”

He took a deep inhale, letting it out in a rush. “I don’t know. I’ve accepted the fact that we didn’t make it to the big game and everything but seeing the guys all here and not on that field” - he gestured to one of the many screens broadcasting the game - “just feels wrong. They deserve to be there, and I just feel like I let them down.”

“Joe, do you feel like any of your teammates let you down this season because you didn’t make it to the Super Bowl?”

“No, of course not.”

“They feel the exact same about you. This is a team sport and you guys played a fucking brilliant season. It sucks you didn’t make it, but that doesn’t take away from everything you did accomplish. And you have so many more chances ahead of you, my love.”

“I know. It’s hard though,” he replied, breaking your gaze and looking down at a ring left by a glass on the countertop.

“Yeah,” you said, resting your head against his shoulder and looping your other arm around his waist to hold him in a slightly awkward, but very endearing, embrace. “It’s okay to be sad but I am not letting you sit here all night and blame yourself, because there’s no truth in it. The guys love you no matter what, as do I.”

He smiled a little, the first sign you were breaking through. “You’re really gonna make me quit my pity party, huh? I was having fun,” he joked.

“Yes, I am, and no, you weren’t. Halftime show starts soon and pity parties are banned when Rihanna’s performing,” you replied.

“I can’t argue with that, honey.” He got up from his stool, moving to stand between your legs, wrapping his arms around you and resting his cheek on top of your head. “I love you, baby. Thank you.”

“I love you too, sweet boy. Super Bowl or not, you’ll always be my star player.”

He leaned down to press a soft kiss to your lips, pulling away just enough to murmur, “And you’ll always be my star girl,” before giving you one more peck.

You smiled up at him gleefully, happy to see him returning to himself. “How about that refill?”

“It’s on me, pretty girl,” he said fondly as he flagged down the bartender.

You rested your head against his side, his arm around your shoulders. Although you would have loved to be cheering him on from the sidelines at the game right now, sitting beside him in this dimly lit bar, sharing drinks and increasingly messy kisses, made you just as happy. As long as you were together, it was all okay.

[night-daily]

Can we cuddle? | Peter Parker x fem! reader

summary: Peter it's a clingy person even when it's hot.

warnings: none.

a/n: i got the prompts from @novelbear! <3 also i wrote this thinking in tasm peter but it could be for any peter:)

You know your boyfriend, Peter, is a clingy person, always needing to have one of his hands all over you, and your okay with that because you love having him close to you, but not tonight. Not when the weather outside it is so fucking hot and lucky you, the ac in your apartment it's broken.

So when Peter saw your window apartment open after finishing patrolling the city, he took it as an invitation to join you, he hadn't seen you for 3 days. He sneaked in through the window carefully to not make any noise in case you were sleeping. But you weren't, you just took a shower to cool you off and tried to sleep right away, but it wasn't working, the heat was too much not even your fan was enough.

You had your eyes closed when you felt an intense stare on you, you didn't freak out because you knew who was.

Who else than Spiderman would climb a building?

“Like what you see, creep?” you tease him smiling without opening your eyes.

“Always” He changes his suit for comfortable clothes that he has in your apartment. “Why you don't have your ac turned on?” He lays beside you onto the bed.

“There was a roach and I accidentally hit the ac with a broom, so now it's broken and I think mother nature's punishing me.”

“Well, at least it wasn't a spider” He wraps his arms and legs around you, like a koala. You instantly felt suffocated “Babe i'm sweating” you move away from him. “I don't care, let's melt together then” Peter tried to pull you by your waist but you were faster and rolled over the bed. “I'm serious Pete, I need to get up early tomorrow and I can't sleep with you cuddling me.”

He wouldn't tell you but he can't sleep without cuddling you, so a long night was waiting for him.

The next day you woke up early like you have told him, you were getting ready to go to work as the voice of your boyfriend filled the room “Now you didn't give me my morning kiss, what's next?” Peter was grumpy, he got like two hours of sleep last night. You roll your eyes “See you tonight you big baby ” you gave him a chaste kiss before leaving the room. “WAIT! THAT DOESN'T COUNT AS A KISS”

Peter wasn't let a broke ac let him without cuddling you and without sleep, so he passed all his day fixin it and he was successful, he put the ac working and now it was cold, he was just hoping it was cold enough for you so you would ask him to hug you.

You arrived at the apartment a few minutes later, it was night already and still hot outside. So when you opened the door you weren't expecting it would be so cold, even sending shivers down your spine.

“Pete?” you were looking for your boyfriend, embracing yourself. Peter was in your room, waiting for you to come and make the last move of his plan. Finally, you make your way to your room, seeing him in the bed already with a blanket over him, and fuck, he looked so cozy that you already want it to be with him. “Pete, it’s freezing in here. Did you fix the ac? and why do you have the air up this high?” “Yeah I fixed it so you wouldn't suffer, you are welcome honey, so now change your clothes and let's go to sleep” you did as he told you without saying a word. You plop yourself onto the bed, craving some heat, craving for Peter's hug. “I’m cold, can we cuddle?” you pout to Peter. His heart stopped at the view, you were so cute, how he could say no to you? Even if his plan was to make you beg for him, he cannot wait to have you in his arms, fuck the plan, he wanted you now. “No need to ask pretty girl” He pulls you close to him, one arm around your waist and the other arm under your head, making you to buried your face into his chest and him resting his head on top of yours. “Good night, Pete” “Good night, love” And just like that, the two of you cuddling together fell asleep in each other's embrace.

[thewisaaaaad]

HEY I JUST HAD AN IDEA!

since I cannot find the motivation or drive to DRAW my ref sheet, I can just describe them in minute detail!

SO Hypnos. this will be split into 4 ish parts because there are 4 major states to them!

Pre life, they are a ghostly sheep with pure white wool but black fur (the short hair beneath the wool, around the face and arms.). They have two short horns, the left one broken halfway up, and Their eyes are pure white. They wear the fleece of the crusader, and have the classic bell, with light brown pants that are held up with a cord belt. they are not affected by gravity, and cannot touch anything (exept in ONE specific circumstance.). they are unaffected by the red moon.

After being forced into a body, they look much the same color-wise, except that now their wool is perpetually dirty. Their left horn remains broken. Their eyes now have pupils, but are mismatched due to the right one being replaced with Leshies eye. that eye also has no eyelid, as Shamura didn't bother. (a worms eye doesn't need an eyelid because it has a protective membrane, but Hypnos now needs to rub at their eye sometimes.) Their ears are now blue, in tatters, and constantly wet due to belonging to a certain squid (the ears can no longer wriggle to express emotion, and it hurts when they feel happy.). They do not speak in their own voice, due to having Hekets throat, but they undergo voice training to try to sound like themselves again. they still croak sometimes. The biggest change, however, is their head shape. No longer shaped like a wedge, like it once was, it is now rounded, with skin having been clumsily removed from their face so that it matched the new curvature. Having Shamuras skull means that they now have a vestigial nose, as spiders do not have one, as well as divots behind their eyes where extra eyes could fit. they also have fangs. They wear the red crown, but its eye does not open, and forms no weapons for them as it tries to maintain their body. they are constantly on the verge of falling apart, Held together by purple thread in messy stiches. their stability (and stitches) greatly improve after Kalamar's care. They wear a heavy iron collar sealed with a golden diamond shaped lock, only open-able by the god of war. their cloak is a tattered, worn version they wore while incorporeal. It is infused with the same magic that binds Hypnos to the world of the living, pulling fervor out of the air and giving the lamb a means to fight. Their magic, shaped by their torment, comes in the form of lightning.

After their rebirth through the cream crown, their stitched together wounds finally heal, though the relics remain embedded in their flesh. The purple thread is gone, leaving only scars. Their wool seems cleaner, and their eyes shine brighter. They no longer wear the red crown, and instead wear the cream crown: a crown with a sideways cream colored eye (and i do mean sideways, even the pupil), the crown itself the shape of a miter hat (a bishops hat, the one that followers use at refineries). Their ruined cloak has transformed into a beautiful wool one that resembles a sunset or perhaps a sunrise on a clear day, retaining some of the powers of its previous form but now works a little differently (if they stand still and 'take a rest', their fervor charges really fast). The shackle on their neck has loosened, not quite free yet, and the lock was warped by the surge of power from an awakening god into a softer shape, resembling a cloud now.

After they have achieved redemption, they have grown into a full god. The relics are truly part of them now, and they have accepted this body as their own. Leshies eye has grown an eyelid made of moss, Kalamars ears now properly wiggle, Hekets voice is full of power, and now flowers sprout from the wool on Hypnos's head. They are much taller now, and their intact horn has grown into a rams horn, while their broken horn has spiraled upward, still broken halfway up. They now wear a cloak embroidered with the patterns of the old faith, but it is dyed to resemble the sun on the horison, with stars still twinkling above. Their wool is now lightly cream tinted at the edges, looking like a soft cloud.

They no longer wear the lock.

[elshells]

🫂- What was your inspiration for your WIP?

Thanks for the question! I think I've answered this before but it's lost to the void now so I'll happily answer again!

EMBR of the Earth: Years and years ago (I don't remember how old I was, maybe early teens), I was trying out my uncle's VR headset. There were a bunch of simulated scenarios to experience that lasted maybe two minutes; you could explore a sunken ship, walk with dinosaurs, ride a roller coaster, things like that. But the one that I tried was about an extraterrestrial encounter. It was a simple concept. You were just alone in this forest at night, walking past the wreckage of a spaceship. Everything was quiet until you hear a noise, and then you see a robotic shape in the distance and round, glowing blue eyes watching you. And that's how the scene ended; the rest was left up to your imagination. I didn't actually start writing EMBR until years later, but I thought about that scene a lot and it definitely spurred forth a lot of ideas and speculation about where I wanted the story to go, even if I haven't found a clear path yet.

Agent Ace: It's a combination of reworked fanfic and a Wattpad writing prompt. When I first started sharing my writing online, I wrote fanfiction and then branched out to original fiction (bonus points if you can guess which fandom I wrote for!) Back in the day, when I was primarily a Wattpad user, I participated in writing contests run by Wattpad officials (I don't do that anymore because those competitions became sketch as hell). One such contest was to write a novella in the span of (I think) six months, based on one of the many writing prompts offered by the judges. I don't remember what my prompt specifically said, but the gist of it was that a detective infiltrated a vigilante group. I had been flirting with the idea of writing a superhero story for some time before this, and so it felt like the perfect time to jump into a new project! At this point, I was solely writing original fiction, but I ended up reusing some plot beats from my old fanfiction that got me started. That's the only element of that story that stayed the same; characters, setting, and everything else developed on their own.

Encore: The idea for this one came from my era of watching YouTube let's plays. I love playing horror games, but I don't have a PlayStation, so if I was interested in a game that wasn't compatible with the Xbox, I would look it up online and watch other people play it. One of these games was called Until Dawn, which, if you haven't heard of it, is basically an interactive horror movie. You play as a cast of cliche teenagers trying to survive monsters in the mountains, and there are multiple endings based on how well you did (i.e. how many people died). One of the characters (I think her name was Sam) was unique in that she was designed to survive no matter what choices you made, at least until the big climactic scene at the end. If you made one wrong move, she would die, but that was literally the only way you could kill her, so it was like she was the game's 'Final Girl.'

During the credits, there's a cut scene where she's in a police interview after getting rescued, and depending on your actions and on who's still alive, she blames herself for the death of one of the other characters. She says something along the lines of, "It was my fault that he died, and I would do anything to stop it from happening." Later on, this line got the wheels in my head turning. What if the Final Girl wasn't the only one to make it to the end? What if she could save the others? And what would she give to subject herself to the horrors all over again if it meant that she wouldn't have to be the last one standing.

Enter time travel, Final Girl Cece Harper, and the contract binding her to a shady musician, and the rest is history. :)

[mq-writes-ig]

Tell me, do you really know us?

Really understand?

You do not just know one person.

You know a fractured kaleidoscope of people and fragments

No, you are not always speaking to your friend

Your girlfriend

Your sibling, your child

A lot of us are scared

Some of us are mean

Most of us are sad

And I am angry

Not always, but today

Because nobody seems to understand

We are plural

A system

Multiple

Whatever the fuck you want to call it

But don’t treat us like one person

For gods sake

I exist

My friends exist and so do my family

I hate that you overlook us in favour of the one person you bothered to know

- embre & aster

[aarcanechaoss]

Gold & Silver

Masterlist | Silver & Gold (P1)

Licht x OC

Because I couldn’t help myself Selene x Licht’s mating adventure

Warnings: smut

Gods he was amazing. So utterly amazing and equally as insatiable as she was.

Once that thread, that bond, had snapped into place it was as though they couldn’t get enough of each other. They wanted to touch, to taste, to hold~ and in the worst moments too.

From wanting touches at night to sneaking out of bedrooms before the sun rose they couldn’t help but need, want, each other.

Neither spoke about the elephant in the room though- that they’ll eventually need to tell two others of the bond between them all. They didn’t need to yet while they figured each other out- learnt every part of one another.

Selene arched from the bed, fingers tangled in strands of white-blond as he mouthed at her core, tongue tracing the hot, wet and sensitive cunt. It was like a fire burning in her belly, close, she was so close to release- but she needed him. Gods she wanted him. They had only been apart for two days but she wanted him, craved him.

She tugged at his hair, pulling him upwards with a strength he’d become used to as she claimed his lips with her own.

“I need you.” Selene moaned against his mouth, he only moaned back. His hips slotting against her own, his cock buried within her only a moment later.

She could taste herself on his lips, his tongue and it only spurred her on more as they flipped, as she set a pace that only those desperate for release, who let desire guide them, could do. She ducked down, pressing wet kisses along his jaw as his hands traced every inch of her sweat coated body. Gods she loved his hands.

He thrust upwards, a whine of a moan tumbling from her lips, one of his own following suit as her sharpened canines grazed the softness of his neck.

She hadn’t marked him yet, gods did she want to but she wouldn’t- not until she knew if the others-

She growled as he nipped her jaw, a hand pressed to her breast while the other held her hip firm.

Their hips rocked together, fast, hard, deep. Their breaths turned into pants and huffs, words no longer and option as they tumbled for release, fell into it like a crashing wave- completely ignoring the sharp cracking sound from beneath them.

“Selene.” Licht groaned, holding tightening on her as they came closer and closer. Their lips meeting again as the coil snapped.

White hot pleasure soared through them both, even as their hips continued to move, riding through the orgasms before Selene slumped forwards onto Licht’s chest.

“I need to buy a new bed don’t I?” She murmured.

“It seems so.”

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Another time they had been enjoying a quiet afternoon by taking a walk, enjoying one another’s company and just talking, getting to know each other. When the urge took over, the sharp need making Selene’s stomach fill with butterflies.

Who would have thought Licht would be the one to suggest the small alcove in the garden hidden away from public eyes.

Selene rested on her knees, nails digging into clothed thighs, head bobbing, mouth hollowing against Licht’s cock.

He moaned quietly, watching her with those keen golden eyes.

Her tongue danced against the underside of the hard length, a soft moan coming from her as he tightened his hold in her hair, urging her to take him in her mouth again.

Selene complied.

Complied until her could barely contain himself, sucking him, teeth and tongue grazing his impressive cock- the best she’s ever been with. Selene took Licht deep, him hitting the back of her throat without issue and her gag reflex, Licht found, was non-existent (a perk of being Demi-Fae perhaps?)

“Shit.” He said, hips bucking slightly, release so, so close.

Selene wasted no time to get him to reach that release.

She pulled back, mouth open to show the cum painting her tongue before swallowing. Licht was quick to readjust his pants.

“Good?” Selene asked whilst raising from the ground, Licht’s arms pulling her in for an embrace.

“You’ve been more than good to me.” He said, pressing a kiss to her lips. She smiled, kissing him back.

“What in gods name?” The two Fair-Folk pulled away at the familiar voice, eyes darting towards the entrance of the alcove, hearts racing.

No one was there?

An indignant screech from behind the maze hedge made the two sag in relief- they weren’t ready to be known yet… but they should probably go help Fana make her way back through the maze before they actually did get caught.

[spiritus-sonne]

Blutpir: Vampire Concept (Part 4)

[Reading time 5-10 minutes]

*Typical vampire myths/lore that they DON’T fit:

notable aversion or harm from crosses & religious symbols, holy water, and areas of sacred ground

sleeping in coffins/caskets/crypts

pale complexion and rather cold skin (exceptions for complexion are related to ethnicity or overall health, not specifically the vampiric condition)

shapeshifting into bats, wolves, or anything else

allergy to, harmed from, or repelled by garlic

can’t be seen in mirrors/reflective-materials/cameras

being “undead”; have no heartbeat

killed (or especially burst into flames or turn to ashes) by [direct] sunlight

’soul-less’, demons, or otherwise malicious, emotionless ‘savages’/killers (killers, yes, but not necessarily and aren’t the typical mindless monsters of lore/media)

must sleep all day (particularly not in a nearly comatose-like or paralytic way, i.e., torpor)

must be invited into an active human residence in order to enter

allergic (especially fatally such) to silver and silver bullets

live within packs/covens/groups

are usually or often part of societal nobility or live an upperclass type of lifestyle (some do, most don’t)

all or most dress in a gothic style—classic or modern gothic included; or Victorian style clothes

turn to ash or otherwise disintegrate when killed

experience euphoria or ecstasy from drinking blood

only able to drink blood, can't eat food

vampire politics

Short summary of that last section is basically that I’ve not had much fondness in thinking of vampires as having a lot of the usual traits and such (and of course the not so usual Twilight ones that I won’t even bother mentioning as specifics).  Granted, I do like to see the variety of takes on vampires in modern media and the ways that a particular concept of vampires keeps, alters, or excludes certain ‘typical vampire traits’, and most of the time I still manage to identify to some extent with the vampires conveyed.

If anything, though, vampires have been to me for a long time a conceptual creature that holds and portrays a strong essence of the blending between ‘humanity’ and ‘non-human animality’ without even needing to physically shapeshift into a very nonhuman form—at the most I prefer them with only a few minor physical changes (mainly eye color, fangs, and claw-like nails).  Maybe my mind sees them kind of like therians that are ‘amplified’, so to speak, in physical appearance changes, abilities, and some other attributes that set them apart from Homo sapiens humans.  Whether or not that’s the case, I can say that I identify quite significantly *with* vampires and *as* a vamprie, and most notably this concept of them above that I’ve rendered myself.  I see aspects of myself, my animality, and mainly my felinity in them because they resonate in ways with my animal-human identity—to be actually physically and mentally human, and yet parts of oneself are not quite human and those aspects can rarely be shown to the world and others around the person (in my case, because of social mores or other social consequences and that many aspects of my cat therianthropy and other animality I literally can’t show to others).

As I’ve written in a separate essay, I identify strongly with shapeshifters, too, but I think more so if the shifters are the type that live and express their animality (even if just in subtle ways) outside of being shifted into a nonhuman form.  Basically, that they are a constant blend of human and nonhuman animal and it filters through into their lives, actions, thoughts, etc. on a regular or daily basis, rather than only being the animal when in a different physical form.  And vampires capture that kind of balance and essence in my view that I’m so drawn toward identity-wise and personally.  They live with a type of ‘amplified animality’ on a daily basis, whether they choose to embrace it, over-control it, or push it away (though I have a special fondness for some vampire characters that embrace it without flaunting it or being overbearing about it).  I live with my animality every day, to whatever extent, and it’s usually rather balanced with little conflict between human and non-human, although I do have some times (primarily sexually related) when my animality (felinity, to be specific) becomes greatly increased and it’s highly enticing to delve into and more freely explore and experience that aspect deeply.  However, I’ve never managed to go very far into that experience and exploration due to any of a few reasons I’ve explained more in that separate essay.

I guess I also anymore relate to the connections often made between vampires and sexual experiences, with vampires typically portrayed as being at one of their most animalistic states when feeding or biting, especially during actual sex or what can be viewed as a sexually-associated experience (for the vampire and/or victim/partner/donor).  My felinity is heightened the most in relation to sexual experiences and sexual triggers, even though I’m not much for liking the cliché of cats in association with sex, and my animality is thus at its highest state during such times.

[nic-spit]

Games I've played in 2022 in various categories

(Not games that only came out this year or that i only played this year, also not entirely comprehensive, some games removed because i only played a few minutes, some games removed due to moral conflicts, games can show up multiple times for crossing categories)

What pisses you off most about my ratings?

Ratings are incredibly arbitrary and do not accurately reflect the game. Just the number that hits me when I think of the game overall. Completely subjective. I promise. It's not an attack on u.

Love u have a good day.

Rating:

7-10: loved it! Wanna play it 24/7

4-6: good game, will play again but maybe won't be first choice

0-3: eh.

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Total Games: 81

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Free! On Steam!

• Just Act Natural - 7/10

• Hide and Shriek - 7/10

• Smithworks - 7/10

• One Armed Cook - 8/10

• Get Stuffed! - 8/10

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Couch co-op

• Twisted Metal: Head-On - 7/10

• Plate Up! - 9/10

• Dysmantle - 9/10

• Cook, Serve, Delicious 2! - 9/10

• Destroy All Humans 2: Reprobed  (2022) - 10/10

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Sim Games

• Horse Tales: Emerald Valley Ranch - 5/10

• Honey I Joined a Cult - 5/10

• Horror Tycoon - 6/10

• Settlement Survival - 7/10

• Satisfactory - 7/10

• Smithworks - 7/10

• Tastemaker - 7/10

• Bear and Breakfast - 7/10

• Barbie Horse Adventure - 7/10

• Animal Shelter Simulator - 7/10

• One Armed Cook - 8/10

• Unicorn Tales - 8/10

• Castle Flipper - 8/10

• Barn Finders - 8/10

• Frost Punk - 8/10

• Space Haven - 8/10

• Parkasaurus - 8/10

• Let's Build a Zoo - 8/10

• The Forest - 8/10

• Going Medieval - 8/10

• V Rising - 8/10

• The Ranchers - 8/10

• Insaniquarium - 9/10

• Ooblets - 9/10

• Rustlers - 9/10

• Two Point Campus - 9/10

• Dinkum - 9/10

• Plate Up! - 9/10

• Cook, Serve, Delicious 2! - 9/10

• Prison Architect - 9/10

• Megaquarium - 9/10

• Sims 2 Pets - 9/10

• Hokko Life - 9/10

• Harvest Moon: A Wonderful Life - 10/10

• Pupperazzi - 10/10

• House Flipper - 10/10

• Sims 2 Ultimate Collection - 10/10

• Sims 2 Castaway - 10/10

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Puzzle/Roguelikes*

• We Were Here Forever - 5/10

• Tick Tock: A Tale For Two - 5/10

• Popup Dungeon - 6/10

• Labrynthine - 6/10

• Card Shark - 8/10

• Not Tonight - 8/10

• Unpacking - 9/10

• Going Under - 9/10

• Plate Up! - 9/10

• This Means Warp - 9/10

• Not Tonight 2 - 10/10

• Solar Ash - 10/10

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Nostalgia Factor

• Klonoa (2022) - 7/10

• Klonoa 2 (2022) - 8/10

• Animal Crossing (OG) - 8/10

• Sims 2 Pets - 9/10

• Destroy All Humans (2020) - 9/10

• Destroy All Humans 2: Reprobed  (2022) - 10/10

• Harvest Moon: A Wonderful Life - 10/10

• Sims 2 Ultimate Collection - 10/10

• Sims 2 Castaway - 10/10

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Multiplayer (>1) Horror Specifically

• They Die Tomorrow - 4/10

• We Were Here Forever - 5/10

• Tick Tock: A Tale For Two - 5/10

• Labrynthine - 6/10

• Propnight -7/10

• Boo Men - 7/10

• Hide and Shriek - 7/10

• Ghost Exile - 7/10

• Midnight Ghost Hunt - 8/10

• Get Stuffed! - 8/10

• Forewarned - 9/10

• Ghost Exorcism Inc - 9/10

• Project Zomboid - 10/10

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Action/Adventure

• Rugrats in Paris - 3/10

• Popup Dungeon - 6/10

• Shrek - 7/10

• Roombo: First Blood - 7/10

• Halt the Heist - 7/10

• Emperor's New Groove - 7/10

• Twisted Metal: Head-On - 7/10

• Shrek 2 - 8/10

• Portal Knights - 8/10

• Embr - 8/10

• The Forest - 8/10

• V Rising - 8/10

• Shrek The Third - 8/10

• Ship of Fools - 8/10

• Insaniquarium - 9/10

• Dysmantle - 9/10

• This Means Warp - 9/10

• Pupperazzi - 10/10

• Solar Ash - 10/10

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Two Player

• We Were Here Forever - 5/10

• Tick Tock: A Tale For Two - 5/10

• Hide and Shriek - 7/10

• Ship of Fools - 8/10

• Dysmantle - 9/20

• Cook, Serve, Delicious 2! - 9/10

• Destroy All Humans 2: Reprobed (2022) - 10/10

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Multiplayers (over 2)

• They Die Tomorrow - 4/10

• Labrynthine - 6/10

• Tower Unite - 7/10

• Just Act Natural - 7/10

• Propnight - 7/10

• Halt the Heist -7 /10

• Smithworks - 7/10

• Boo Men - 7/10

• Ghost Exile - 7/10

• The Escapists - 7/10

• One Armed Cook - 8/10

• Portal Knights - 8/10

• Very Very Valet - 8/10

• Embr - 8/10

• The Forest - 8/10

• V Rising - 8/10

• Midnight Ghost Hunt - 8/10

• The Ranchers - 8/10

• Get Stuffed! - 8/10

• Plate Up! - 9/10

• This Means Warp - 9/10

• Forewarned - 9/10

• Dinkum - 9/10

• Ghost Exorcism Inc - 9/10

• Project Zomboid - 10/10

*put together because I'm not usually a fan of these genres so i don't have many games for them

Gotta get started on that 2023 list 😤😤

[the-firebird69]

Huge no. Of embreds here. Clueless ppl. There's more work to be done and right now the bases were limited 40 -100s and it went up past 100s to the big ones there are 20 in the Western hemisphere and 10 were eliminated. And their attitude is still very lackadaisical for having lost that many and they are still being very annoying

10 bases out of all those bases they had is not many that's very poor and the reaction is poor but what do you want.

Under the 10 bases half of them are larger than 100 by 200 they're about 500x200 in the area it's very huge and they're not trifles and it's majority of their firepower all of it managed to combine even from overseas so that's why they have confidence in it and should be noted but it is not the type of weaponry then typically has an effect on this type of s***. Yet they're rolling on counting on it then they want to take over with a smaller group of elite forces and sit there and screw us over they say the cities are heated up significantly but not overly and they did stop at daybreak as her son thought and these people still psyched. And BJ is trying to explain this kind of thing never really works and they have options and they exercise them whereas we don't have options and can't exercise them it's one reason why it doesn't work and they're not listening. And Stan lost a contingent it wasn't very huge about 45,000 ships Trump lost 300,000 but he has probably about 3 million or 4 million but the max have about 400 million and their force is a smattering and Stan has 10 million they can't get here and they're trying to get here and they get taken over using sophisticated weaponry they are disabled and boarded and fumigated Stan also has to evacuate and he goes to his bases and they are not hit yet and he doesn't anticipate them getting hit and it's not planning on it it's just sitting there in the water waiting for a push a tow a wave or just to sit there get resupplied with hardly anything because people are nuts it's just these isolated that's all it's not really a huge huge concept and learning curve should be very small but it's non-existent it's like teaching a rock that there's going to be a landslide. Another fact that this is having is people think that the morlocks are the lawyers and they think that they're the ones who've been suing for businesses and so forth and accruing them and becoming smaller and I think that because South America is where the pieces ended up. And the cranes are down and they set them down angle them down on the weekend everybody knows that and they should it's really not legal to leave them unattended up and it's risky because people steal stuff of them then come Monday they'll be up and way up in the air putting practices wait for heavy pics and putting lightweight stuff. They plan to start the tax up again at 5:25 p.m. eastern time wherever the big bass is they say and the huge ones are mostly in South America they're kind of situated in California they were in Maine and New Hampshire but they're not they're in the upper Midwest and parts of the Midwest it was tricky last time it'll be tricky again they are in California there's three out of the 10 in those places the South has one in Alabama that's for and Mexico's five as a huge area there they run practical off Mexico and phoning from the eastern hemisphere is half ripped out tonight it'll be finished and we are installing obelisk and they don't understand why we call it that if they looked at it they might get it they can't top it off with nothing

Tomorrow that's the same jacket sweet team and it won't be different until tomorrow and tonight the idiot is going to have a freak out Spanish show even though he's someone who wants to get rid of everybody else's space and everybody else so they'll probably beat him up pretty good question him and then go after his stuff and he's going to be AI boy for real. Truthfully those computers are going to be sought after today and tonight and through tomorrow and mostly destroyed by then as the Eastern hemisphere is devoid of almost all of them and he has several up and people think think that's where the laser light computers are which doesn't make any sense but that's what he's up to well look up there when you can scan and it's too late to bury them. Sooner or later he'll be discovered in his tiny fleet of 3 million and he's isolated actually and it is more like 30 million so it's got a huge attitude and he thinks he runs everything by computer but it's not true and it's men hate him and it is going to be over for him shortly because the empire is giving orders to come into the fleet to get to the tech

Thor Freya

His memory is of the house and PC and an unpleasant with this Jenna and woman much more unpleasant with Terry and others it was hellacious but at times she was worse because she was a different person it went from a bigger one to a teeny very very rude and that was one of the smaller ones the small they got the more rude impersonable and heinous really and my husband's reaction was fierce. And they didn't notice it and they got beat up and kicked out and he keeps happening doesn't like the people it's finally the apartment but people giving stan shit all the time. It's not really conducive to a positive atmosphere

Better published while it's still warm

Thor Ragnarok

[storiesaboutrachelcarolann]

We are faced with earthly and spiritual battles constantly in life.

An earthly battle is like two opposing sides going up against each other in confrontation, whether physically or in a verbal war. Both sides tend to have their own belief systems and strategic game plan to help them achieve victory and obtain the crown.

Spiritual battles are however not the same. When we're going through a spiritual battle it's usually happening within us.

Those who aren't spiritual may think their earthly battle consists of an internal battle. Their own fight against the world around them. Those who are spiritual know the battles they face mean more than beliefs and strategies, but may struggle with the meaning or the message. These conflicts can bring us grief when all we want is peace or success.

An example of combining an earthly and spiritual battle would be like Armageddon if the war was profound in scale. The world as we know it would end after a battle between God and Satan. Good versus bad. Death and rebirth.

An earthly battle for me has been a bit different than my examples. It has been earthly yet more solitary and internalized, but still a war.

I had always been kept in a bubble by my mother and my father as they always wanted to keep me protected. They didn't want me to get hurt so they kept me home close to them. Looking back now I know they were just trying to keep me out of harm's way. I was restricted in a lot of ways because of my disability (cerebral palsy). I wasn't able to just get up and go do what many others could do. My disability kept me close to home and close to my parents. Throughout the school year I lived with my mom full-time except for on the weekends when I went to my Dad's and during the summer I'd go spend more time with my Dad. I loved spending time up on the mountain in White Rock, Nova Scotia, Canada. It was like a breath of fresh air every time I got to my Dad's, it rejuvenated me in a lot of ways. It still does to this day when I visit the mountain. Looking back at it now the bubble that was put firmly around me really was the best thing that could of happened to me, it kept me close to my family, especially my parents whom I love with my whole heart.

My spiritual battle began after my Dad passed in 2017. I just couldn't understand why God would take him from me without an explanation, without preparing or showing me that the time was coming to lose him. It just happened right out of the blue. Spiritually after that I started walking down the wrong path, even more than I had been, the further I walked the darker it got and the heavier the drug use got. I was trying to run from what I needed to do or face. I felt like the light had been taken from me, I truly didn't know if I would ever get it back. Until one day sitting in a restaurant on main street Wolfville, Nova Scotia, Canada. It was the first time I heard my Dad's voice after his passing. I will remember that moment until the day I die. That woke me up from the slumber I had been in. This was the day I decided it was time to fight, to rise from the shallows I fell into, so I could bring light back into my life. It wasn't easy it was hard as hell. Some days were just plain difficult, but I never gave up. Thankfully I had my mother by my side and I kept my faith strong in God, knowing his reach is beyond what most can ever fully comprehend. His power is incredible. There's simply no way to put it all into words.

I am thankful that I had to go through what I've been through because I wouldn't be who I am today if I hadn't. Once I got myself straightened out, once I was clean, God stepped into my life fully and showed me how amazing life can be if we put faith in him, if we never give up on ourself and if we keep love strong. It seems we have to let something go in order to gain something bigger and better than what we had. We can lose sight of that when hardship overpowers us.

Sometimes we have to face the depths of darkness in order to fully embrace the light and to see the true power of spiritualism. All the challenges and tests we go through in life actually makes us a better person. We eventually come to a place of gratefulness and I find myself waking every day having a sense of more appreciation for life overall. Looking back I can say that some roads haven't been easy with turns, dips, and dives. There were holes so big that could have swallowed me whole if I didn't start paying attention, to keep and eye out in order to save myself from falling in.

It's important for others to know that you could be hanging on the edge of darkness by a finger tip, yet you wouldn't believe how strong that tip is when you have faith. You realize that it's holding all your body weight and it's stronger than you may think. That very tip has the ability to pull you up and away from the darkness. To set you free from what is no longer serving you, whether that be people, places, or things that have been pulling you down or sucking the life out of you. You can overcome the darkness and find light. You can release the chains that bind you to burdens and break free. It doesn't have to be the end for you.

Sitting here right now writing this I am more grateful than I've ever been. I am grateful for what is surrounding me. My circle of family and friends may seem small to those who think they need many people, yet I hold these few people dear to my heart because of who they are and our connection.

This journey hasn't always been clear, but with the pauses, yields and stops the messages are clearer and clearer. They have been made more apparent with self work and God's power. Any battle that comes your way will be demolished before it ever gets too close to destroying you when you have faith in Source, because of the help from his angels, guides, and other dimensional beings on the other side he sends to us. They are full of light and power. Throughout our life they have all been assigned to us to help us fight our battles, save us and guide us. We're never alone.

Thankfulness comes after the biggest struggles, after you've overcome what you thought you couldn't. If you don't try to overcome challenges and setbacks you'll never really find your true courage or strength.

Remember underneath the rubble and the ashes the Phoenix always emerges..beautiful, powerful and transformed ✨️

Rachel Smith

The Coastline Intuitive

The Empress

[heir-of-the-chair]

There is a blind spot within the Magic Thief fandom. Something that we have as a whole approximately ten to fifteen people have been ignoring the great potential of. Between themes of found family, Conn’s clear accidental autism coding, and Embre’s entire character, there is a topic we have left unexplored, one rock we have yet left unturned.

We need more Rowan angst. Think about it.

[whataperfectwasteoftime]

Kinktober Day 8̶ 7 - Fisting

Pairing: Dave York x wife f!Reader

Rating: E (explicit smut 18+ only!)

Word Count: 3.1k

Warnings: ……fisting. Also: mentions of watching porn, passing mentions of other kinks, use of restraints, Dave’s filthy mouth, degradation, PIV sex, rough sex, spanking, soft!Dave

Summary: You and your husband share a Pornhub account to share inspiration with each other. You also have your own, personal account where you can explore the kinks you’re too embarrassed to bring up to Dave. You must have been on the wrong account when you were taking a little “alone time” last night…

A/N: I AM POSTING THIS A DAY EARLY BECAUSE I'M GOING ON VACATION TOMORROW AND I SELFISHLY WANT TO SEE THE REACTION BEFORE I GO! THANK YOU to @leslie-lyman, @honestly-shite, and @pedropascalx for being my sounding boards for ALL of Kinktober, AKA letting me spam them with screenshots every couple of hours for the past two weeks. Credit for the concept of Dave mocking you by saying his own name goes to @ezrasbirdie, whose fic rare might have ruined my life. Thank you to @absurdthirst for the amazing Prompt List!!

Masterlist | Kinktober Masterlist

It was just a matter of time.

A matter of time before you fucked up.

It's too easy, really–you have two separate accounts for the same website. It was a matter of time before you used the wrong one.

It's simple: you and your husband, Dave York, share a Pornhub account–to share videos as inspiration, to explore kinks, to watch together when Dave is pulled away for a work trip, as he often is. You also have your own account, where you can indulge in things that are a bit more niche, videos and kinks that you might not want to reenact in real life, but still really turn you on when you watch them solo. You’ve never shared them with Dave; you feel self-conscious over some of your darker tastes, not knowing what your husband would think if he knew some of the things that you watch out of sheer curiosity. 

You must have been on the wrong account last night when you were taking a little “alone time” with one such video and your vibrator.

All Dave had done was to send you a screenshot via text of the offending video in your ‘liked’ page the next day while you were both at work. No accompanying words, nothing. You don't respond, too flustered and embarrassed to acknowledge your slip-up while in the office, trying to focus on your job and not the fact that Dave knows exactly what you were doing last night while he was working late. 

That evening, you walk in the door with your heart in your throat. Dave is at the sink, loading the dishwasher, when he turns and fixes you with a look that is equal parts amused and challenging. 

You know what the first words out of his mouth are going to be before he says them.

“Extreme… fisting… compilation…” Dave murmurs, letting each word hang in the air before he moves onto the next.

“Dave, I–”

“I didn’t know you were into that,” he says quietly.

“I don’t know if I’m into it–”

“You don’t know?” Dave parrots, pouting his lips mockingly. “You must like it a little, considering you touched yourself to it last night,” he muses. “How many times did you cum?”

“How do you know I was–”

“How. Many. Times,” he repeats, lowering his voice and moving close to you to speak the question directly in your ear while you feel the heat of his body against your chest. His breath on your neck is causing goosebumps to prickle your skin. 

"Th-three," you breathe, voice wavering. 

"Three…" Dave muses, pretending to think. "I think you might like it."

"I-I like to watch it," you protest. "I don't know if I'd like to actually–" you trail off.

"There's only one way to find out," Dave rumbles. "And what a coincidence–you're going to find out tonight."

Dave's lips finally meet your skin for the first time that night in a tantalizingly soft brush to your neck, contrasting starkly to his words.

"Dave," you whisper, your neck instinctively craving up to allow him more space, leaning into him as you have done for years in his embrace. 

"Shhh," he hushes, in an imitation of being soothing. "I was gonna make you wait until after dinner but I'm done with the pretense of waiting," Dave says darkly. "Get your ass upstairs."

—

Dave might have been unwilling to wait to get you upstairs and naked in your bed, but now that he has you here, he's taking his fucking time. 

You writhe under the ministrations of a little bullet vibrator with your wrists tightly secured over your head by Dave’s belt. He edges you viciously, building you up over and over just to wrench it away at the last second until you are dripping and close to tears. 

"Dave–please, Dave, fuck–"

"Tell me what you want," Dave demands.

"Dave," you whine.

"Daaave," he mocks quietly. "That's not going to work. Say the words."

You bite the inside of your cheek, irritated at his goading and hell-bent on being a brat in retribution. Not that you have any semblance of power, here–already tied to the bed and dripping onto the sheets.

"I-I want you to put your fist inside me," you finally say, cheeks burning with humiliation. "I want you to make me cum from it."

Dave pretends to be surprised, his eyebrows shooting up exaggeratedly at your words. 

"Really!" he says with an exaggerated tone. "Do the ladies on the HOA board know what a depraved little slut you are?"

"Dave, please," you murmur, voice quieter as you give in to his gentle degradation.

"I'll give you what you want," Dave agrees, "if you tell me what other videos you have on that other account of yours."

You blanch. "What?"

"Don't get shy on me now, not when I'm about to stick my whole hand in this perfect cunt."

You press your lips together. You aren't just going to give him what he wants, just like that. It isn't fun unless you fight back a little. 

In retaliation, Dave brings the little vibrator to your clit, edging you toward an orgasm yet again. Just before you fall, it's gone, and you sob in frustration.

"Tell me and I'll let you cum," Dave teases. 

You swallow. "F-Fuck machines," you admit reluctantly. 

Dave slides one finger into your aching cunt as a reward. "Good," he murmurs. "What else?"

You bite your lip. "Double penetration," you squeak. "Um, h-hypnosis."

One of Dave's eyebrows twitches subtly. He wasn't expecting that one; that had been a surprise. 

"What else," Dave says gently, continuing to pump you slowly with one finger. 

"That's… that's about it," you say vaguely. 

The finger leaves you, and you groan. 

"Let's try that again, shall we?" Dave says. "I've spent hours interrogating people for information in ways you will never know about. It's cute how you think you can lie to me."

You shiver slightly at the mention of Dave's job. He doesn't tell you much–he can't. For one, you don't have the security clearance, but the biggest reason that side of him will always be behind walls to you is that the Dave that you know, the one who loves you and speaks to you softly, who enjoys watching space documentaries and fishing and who you've seen crawling on the floor with the two girls squealing on his back–that Dave–is the one he wants, no, needs you to see. 

You do know, however, that your husband is a dangerous man, someone who has done unspeakable things in the name of his country, obeying orders to kill without question. He doesn’t want you anywhere near that part of him, and while the idea that Dave York is just as deft with a gun as he is applying Hello Kitty bandages to scraped knees or fucking you until you forget your own name makes a shiver of excitement run down your spine, you are more than happy to put that Dave into a neat little box that will never be opened by you. 

"Dave," you whine in protest. 

Dave doesn't react, just stares at your vulnerable, restrained form below him and waits. 

"N-Non-con," you mumble with a grimace, no longer meeting his eyes. 

He's going to think you're insane. 

Dave, for his part, cocks his head to the side and doesn't comment further–no more gentle mocking, no more humiliation. He wordlessly unbuckles the belt securing your wrists, freeing them, and slides off the bed, giving your stomach a playful kiss as he does so, and retrieves a bottle of lube from the nightstand. 

"You're going to need to tell me if it's too much," Dave says, his tone far softer than it had been before. 

"I will," you whisper. 

You watch as Dave pours an obscene amount of lube on his hand–far more than you normally use. He holds your gaze with a smirk as he coats his hand, including his thumb, as if he's willing you to picture all of it inside you. Then, he upturns the bottle directly above your pussy and lets it drip down, and you squeak at the slightly cool sensation. 

Dave holds your eyes as he slides one slick finger into your cunt, quickly moving to a second. The third is always a stretch, and you let out a little whimper as you feel him slide another finger into you, thrusting gently as you adjust. 

"I don't know how this became a kink of yours," Dave remarks, his voice playful. "When this little cunt has this much trouble taking three."

He curls his fingers up and rubs against your g-spot and your whimper turns into a sudden cry of pleasure. 

"Do you think you'll be able to take all of it?" Dave murmurs. "Are you going to stretch to fit me without completely breaking apart?"

You feel like that’s kind of a rhetorical question, but you nod anyway, looking up at your husband with a mixture of trust and trepidation.

“Of course you will,” Dave agrees. “Because you’re my perfect girl, aren’t you?”

His tone of voice is smug and arrogant, but the praise–and the affection in his eyes as he teases you–makes you preen..

"Aren't you," Dave repeats, arching one eyebrow and dropping the smirk and giving you a stern pout. Of course–he expects you to answer.

"Yes," you say quickly.

Only then does he begin to slide his fourth finger into your pussy with the other three. 

It's a lot, with those thick fingers of his–but you're pretty sure he's had four inside you before, and you know you can take it. You can take it, you can take more. 

Already, he's creating so much pressure inside you, curling all of his fingers against your wall and rubbing back and forth as he works you open. There's so much pressure on your g-spot already that you think you might cum. Your hips rise off of the bed slightly as you clench and grind against his hand.

"No, no," Dave tuts, easing off with his fingers. "Not until it's all in there."

You nod rapidly, trying desperately to be good for your husband and not cum until he says. You relax your hips, willing them not to lock into place before Dave says it's okay.

Dave hunches down over you, propping himself up on one elbow, his hand gently cupping the back of your neck as his thumb starts to tease around your entrance.

"I want you to look at me," Dave says, his voice low and quiet. 

Your eyes flick up to meet his, and you feel the pinch of his thumb sliding into your cunt to join the rest of his fingers. 

"That's it," Dave rumbles softly. "Fuck, look at you."

His hand keeps moving, entering you even further, and your body instinctively tries to shy away, to close up, but Dave shushes you quietly. 

"Relax," he says. "Breathe. You need to relax for me, honey. You can take it, let me in."

Your chest heaves with effort as you try to do what Dave says. He doesn't stop; his hand keeps inching further inside of you, so slowly that he's barely moving, but you can feel the change inside you until he hits the very end of you. 

"Dave," you breathe. "Dave, Dave, Dave–"

"I know," he murmurs, his lips hovering just above your face as he watches every little expression flit across your face. "My perfect girl, you're taking all of me, aren't you? Greedy little slut. You need my whole fucking hand? I'll give it to you. Knowing you, you'll beg for it in your ass next, won't you?"

You press your lips together and whine, shaking your head 'no.'

Dave chuckles. "Aw, what's wrong, sweetheart? Is this too much? Is having my fist in your cunt too much for you?"

You quickly shake your head again. God, you need to cum. There's so much pressure on your g-spot, but it's not enough, you need him to rub back and forth, you need–

"I guess it's too much for this tiny little pussy," Dave mocks, "since you can't even use your words. I guess I'll have to stop–"

"No!" you cry immediately, making Dave laugh outright. 

"Then tell me," he demands. "Tell me to fuck this perfect cunt with my fist."

"F-fuck me with your fist…" you say weakly.

Dave's hand around the back of your neck squeezes ever so slightly. "That's not what I told you to tell me. C'mon," he teases. "Apparently you watch some depraved shit online and get off on it. Surely you can tell me to fuck this perfect little cunt."

"Fuck my cunt with–"

Dave arches his eyebrow, and the pressure on the sides of your neck increases. 

"Fuck my perfect cunt with your fist, Dave," you try again. "Please. Fuck my perfect cunt with your fist until I cum, please, I need it. I need to cum."

"So pretty when you beg, sweetheart," Dave says darkly, and his hand starts to move in and out of you. "You do have a perfect cunt, and you should say it. Be fucking proud of it. Fuck, it's squeezing my hand so tight, you know that? It's given me two little girls and here it is, still barely able to take me."

Dave sits up, both to see the mess he's making of you and for better leverage.  His fingers–all of them– expertly find your g-spot and start to rub back and forth.

"And now it's gonna squirt for me, isn't it?" he continues. "This perfect cunt is gonna get me all wet. Say it," he barks. 

“It’s–I’m gonna–”

“No,” Dave corrects. “‘My perfect cunt is gonna get you all wet.’ Say it.”

“My–my perfect cunt is gonna get–get you–”

The dam breaks, and your back arches off of the bed with the force of it. Everything clamps down, the overwhelming pressure of Dave’s fist finally breaking something inside of you. You cum harder than you’ve ever cummed in your life, thanks to Dave’s thick fingers pressing up. Your release splashes out around his fist, soaking the bed, the insides of your things, and Dave.

“Oh, fuck yes,” Dave groans. “Good fucking girl.”

He withdraws his fist and you’re left empty, a wet, trembling mess on the bed.

“I’ve gotta have you,” Dave says as he fumbles with his pants, haste and desperation coloring his words. “Tell me I can fuck you.” He’s lost his edge of command, that controlled, sometimes clinical way in which he speaks to you. The words are a demand, yes, but if you close your eyes, it sounds like he’s begging.

Your cunt is still twitching pitifully as you nod. Somehow, after all of that, you want more. You always want more of Dave. 

Dave doesn’t answer, just yanks his cock out of his tight boxer briefs and thrusts home, sliding effortlessly into you from your previous release. He fucks you roughly, his cock hammering on something that even his fist couldn’t reach. His fist was brutal, yes, but something about the way his hips snap into yours is ruthless. Your head rolls back and you surrender to the feeling, moaning loudly into the room.

“Fucking insatiable, aren’t you?” Dave teases. “My fist wasn’t enough for you, now you want my cock?”

“Yes,” you pant, barely able to get the words out over the force of his thrusts.

“Then take it,” Dave gravels through clenched teeth. “Take it, fucking–take it for me, take it–” 

You’re going to cum again–you can feel it. All you need is a little more, a different angle, his hand on your clit, something.

“Dave,” you cry out desperately. “Dave, I need–fuck, I need–”

“Turn over,” Dave barks. “Ass in the air.” He pulls out abruptly and slaps your hip a couple of times for emphasis. You scramble, getting on your knees, your chest pressing into the bed, presenting yourself to him. His hands grip the flesh of your ass roughly as he punches back into you, making you wail into the covers. 

“You wanna cum, huh?” Dave teases. “You always cum so fast like this, don’t you?”

A sharp spank on one cheek when you don’t answer. “Don’t you?”

“Yes!” you squeal in response. “Yes, Dave–fuck, it’s–I’m gonna–”

Another rough spank on the other cheek sends you higher, so close to the path of no return that–

“Again,” you beg your husband. “Again, again–”

Dave indulges you, giving your ass a few more sharp slaps that you know are going to make you red. Good. It never fails to cause you to fall, and this time is no exception. You sob into the bed as you cum again, prolonged by Dave’s punishing thrusts. 

“Good girl,” Dave murmurs, lost in pleasure. “Good girl, perfect–” His hips stutter as he cums with a deep groan of your name. 

A switch flips, and Dave’s grip on your hip becomes a light caress, a comforting touch as he gently withdraws from your aching cunt. You pitch forward onto your stomach with a sated sigh and roll over on your back to look up at Dave.

“Fuck, the sheets,” you murmur tiredly as your leg catches on the wet material. 

“In a minute,” Dave rumbles softly. “Come here.”

He moves to the other side of the bed and pulls you with him, folding you into his body and cradling you in his warmth. When you’d first met him, you didn’t imagine that Dave York was much of a cuddler after sex. You’d been proven wrong again and again, but even as the years have passed, your heart still soars with affection when the man who faces the rest of the world with hard eyes and clenched jaw positively melts for you. 

Dave hums softly in contentment and buries his face in your neck, nipping lightly at the skin.

“Extreme… fisting… compilation,” he murmurs playfully into your skin.

“Stop it,” you scold, rocking your hips against him.

“Why don’t you tell me?” Dave asks quietly. “About the videos you’re apparently too embarrassed to watch on our account. I didn’t know.”

You suck a breath in. “I don’t know,” you respond. “I guess because I’m just… exploring, you know? There’s lots of stuff that I like to watch, but I don’t think I’d like to do it in real life.”

Dave hums thoughtfully, and you can feel the vibration on your skin. “Then why don’t we watch them together, and you can tell me what parts you do like,” he suggests. “I want to know this stuff about you.”

“Even the weird shit?” you ask quietly. 

“Especially the weird shit,” your husband answers with a smile.

*

[elshells]

7 Snippets 7 People

Tagged by @sam-glade and @writernopal (here and here)! This is such a fun one!!

So it sounds like I need to match snippets of my writing to the people I tag, which sounds cool! I can't explain my process here, because I don't have one. This was all based on vibes and intuition. Hope you enjoy it nevertheless!

Sam and Nopal, you're getting tagged again because you both are wonderful, but since I know you've done this before there's no pressure! Just sit back and enjoy haha

@bitchin-beskar (EMBR of the Earth, Chapter 1)

Sidney sighed. "That sounds boring. No offense. But when you're done with your boring job, we can play chess." Sidney had been obsessed with chess ever since their father had taught her how to play when she was six. And, being one of the youngest passengers at nine years old and unable to work a job, it had become one of the only ways for her to occupy herself. Only the digital version was available on the satellite, but she frequently complained that the AI opponents were too predictable. Tana shook her head. "I'm sorry, I can't today. Ask Miles." "But he's too good," Sidney groaned. "You're tough. Go kick him in the pants." Sidney giggled. "Really?" Tana arched an eyebrow. "No, not really. Not in the way you're thinking."

@writernopal (Agent Ace, Chapter 2: Harley)

“Harley Manalis? I know her!” The familiar voice behind her caught her attention. She grinned and spun back around. "Is that you, Jade de Soto?" Jade was already at the end of a dead sprint, meeting Harley in a spine-crushing embrace. They receive odd looks from a couple of passersby, but Harley didn't mind, laughing as she threw her arms around Jade. Her hair was soft and smelled like coconut. "I got all of your letters!" Jade's voice was muffled into her shoulder. "I'm so glad you're here!"

@sam-glade (EMBR of the Earth, Chapter 2)

"So, you got a bot back this morning?" Dr. Clay asked, strolling in behind her. "Yes," Tana said. "I checked it as soon as it arrived. I, uh—" "Save it; everyone else will be here in a couple of minutes," he told her. He gestured towards the thermos. "And what's that?" Tana felt her face redden as she twisted open the lid. "Soup." Dr. Clay chuckled. "Go ahead, Tana. Just try to wrap it up before we start." Tana took a seat at the far end of the table next to the screen, spooning the hot chicken noodle into her mouth. The soup left behind a stinging burn as it slipped down her throat, but she barely noticed it. Tight loops were beginning to form in her stomach, driving away all other trivial thoughts. Dr. Clay pulled a tiny remote out of his pocket and pointed it at the screen, which flickered to life. "IAN, pull up image four." Another satellite image appeared on the screen. it was similar to the one Tana had seen, except this one was zoomed out to feature all seven continents. The heat signatures were not yet visible, but Tana knew they were there.

@captain-kraken (Agent Ace, Chapter 3: Sophia)

Janus scoffed. “Agent Colbo, you wound me. But regardless, I have news for you.” "I don't care," she retort. "What are you going to do to Jet? Where's Max?" "I told you, that's none of you concern," he repeated firmly. "And before you dismiss me so soon, try to hear me out. I think you're going to want to hear what I have to say. Would you like the good news first, or the bad news?" "Good news for me, or good news for you?" "Depends on your attitude." Sophia fixed him with a withering look through the window. He grinned down at her, which only irritated her more.

@crowandmoonwriting (Agent Ace, Chapter 7: Harley, Part 2)

“The question is,” Jester continued flatly, “when you arrived at the apartment, what did you see? Anything out of the ordinary? Perhaps a suspect fleeing the scene?” Harley shook her head, sitting forward with her shoulders hunched and her eyes glued to the table. "They were gone by the time I arrived. The door was locked, but once I got in, all I—" "Wait." The agent cut her off. "Locked? The door wasn't open?" "They came in through the window." Harley showed him her bandaged hand. "There was glass everywhere." He gave her a puzzled frown. "The window?" "I think so. They must've." "How?" Jester demanded. "That window was on the second floor." "I know." Harley folded her arms across her chest and fiddled with the tips of her hoodie strings. "But they didn't come in through the door. I'm positive."

@mariahwritesstuff (Agent Ace, Chapter 9: Sophia, Part 2)

[Sophia] held up one finger. “First rule you learn in Guard training—when jumping from a great height, make sure to keep your knees bent. You don’t want to be too tense. Land on the balls of your feet, then tuck and roll, don’t stick the landing. And try not to look down, that won’t help you at all. Any questions?” Max stared back with a stricken face. "Uh, I—no?" "Believe in yourself. You can do this," Sophia insisted. She walked over to the edge of the rooftop to stand below the window. "If it looks like you won't make it, I'll be here to catch you. Whenever you're ready."

@ceph-the-ghost-writer (Encore, Chapter 2: The Magician's Contract)

"Can you put that down?" Cece snapped. Red raised an eyebrow, but she slammed the book shut. Cece took in a deep, shuddering breath. "There'a a reason I never looked back at that book after I finished writing it," she said, keeping her voice calm and steady. "I've spent so long reminiscing about the darkest moments of my life. But I've healed. I've moved on. I've been through the five stages of grief, gone to therapy, the whole deal. I want to forget it." "The five stages of grief describe how a patient processes a terminal prognosis," Red said as she set the book to the side. "It's not the experience of a person coming to terms with the death of a loved one."

[darklove9314-blog]

Nessian where cassian is rough and fucks her tits and maybe comes on her

Author’s Note: I decided to do something for Smuttober with this prompt. Involving Nesta, Cassian, and a Halloween Party I hope everyone enjoys it.

“Come on, Nesta! The last thing I want to be is late to my own girlfriend’s Halloween party!” Emerie shouted, taping her foot in impatience as she turned to Gwyn who only shrugged,

“You know Nesta, she isn’t leaving that bathroom until she looks like the epitome of perfection.” Gwyn reminded her making Emerie roll her eyes slightly.

Deep down she knew the real reason why Nesta was taking her time was because her ex, and Mor’s best friend, Cassian was going to be attending this party too.

It had been a messy breakup between the two, Cassian claiming that Nesta cared too little while Nesta spat that Cassian cared too much.

To Emerie both had been in the wrong, but ultimately it was Nesta who had called things off and then had went on a string of bad dates afterwards. Her latest conquest being Eris Vanserra of all people, a man that her girlfriend hated as much as she could possibly hate anyone, though she had told Nesta it would be alright to bring him tonight. Possibly to help her friend move on once and for all.

Emerie had no idea whether or not Cassian would be bringing a date, nor did she want to find out Nesta’s reaction if he did. Sighing, Emerie turned back to Gwyn, voice low so Nesta wouldn’t overhear them,

“Do you think Cassian is bringing someone?”

“If he is, he’ll be hard pressed to find someone who actually makes me jealous.” A voice said from up the stairs as Emerie’s gaze flickered up to Nesta her jaw nearly dropping at the sight of her friend.

Nesta stood at the foot of the stairs, her hair swept up into its signature braid as horns stuck out of her hair to complete her costume that showed every bit of Nesta’s skin that it could,

The devil costume Nesta had chosen was a bodysuit that exposed Nesta’s cleavage with black fishnet stockings and red high heeled boots that completed her look, a pitchfork in her hand to compete her look.

“Did you at least add the tail?” Gwyn asked her, breaking the silence. 

A mischievous smile crossed over Nesta’s face as she pulled the makeshift tail from behind her. 

“You know what they say, the devil is in the details.” Nesta smirked.

“Is this all for Eris?” Emerie asked as Nesta shrugged one shoulder. 

“Maybe? Maybe not. Things between us have turned rather icy lately, I’m hoping to heat things up tonight, with or without him.” Nesta commented as Gwyn’s eyes caught Emerie’s before she turned back to Nesta. 

“Are you sure it’s Eris you’re trying to hook up with?” She asked as Nesta looked at her in confusion. 

“What do you mean by that?” 

“She means that we know Cassian is going to be there and well-” 

“Well what?” 

“We know red is Cassian’s favorite color.” Emerie finished. 

“So? It’s also Mor’s favorite color. Red is a lot of people’s favorite color. It doesn’t mean that I’m looking to get fucked by my ex boyfriend.” 

“Just be careful, okay. Gwyn and I don’t want you to get hurt by him again. Same with Eris. We can already tell you’re not really interested in him.” 

Nesta softened at their concern, but stayed firm, 

“I’m just having fun with him. There’s nothing wrong with that. Besides it’s Halloween night, we should be having fun, causing a little mischief. It’s been a while since I've just let loose and I think more than anything I just need that tonight.” 

Emerie stepped closer to Nesta, her smile assuring as she looped her arm through Nesta’s, Gwyn taking her other one as she answered, 

“Then let’s go have the night of our fucking lives.” 

The party was in full swing when Nesta, Gwyn, Emerie, and Eris stepped through the door, Eris’s hand on her lower back as they moved forward, Emerie’s face growing alight when her eyes landed on her girlfriend, Mor. 

Mor’s smile turned up, looking as bright as a star as Emerie made her way to her, kissing and embracing her girlfriend, who stood by Azriel His eyes flickering towards her side at Gwyn. 

“You should go talk to him.” Nesta suggested after she noticed a blush grazing Gwyn’s freckled face. 

“What would I even say?” Gwyn whispered fiercely as Nesta’s eyes flickered towards the kitchen, her smile curving as an idea formed in her mind. 

“Invite him to play beer pong, God only knows how competitive you both are.” Nesta answered, 

“Who would even play with us?” Gwyn asked. 

“Emerie and Mor are always down for a game of beer pong, now go on, enough excuses, tonight is the night you finally get exactly what you want. A night that all of us are going to remember.” 

“What will you do?” Gwyn asked her, her gaze flickering to Eris who sighed. 

“I’ll make sure she’s entertained while you’re gone, Gwyn, there’s no need to worry.” 

“Only if you’re sure.” Gwyn drawled out as Nesta gave her a nod of encouragement, 

“No more stalling, go over there and go get your man.” Nesta encouraged as Gwyn gave her one more nervous smile before heading over to where Mor, Emerie, and Azriel as Nesta turned back to Eris with a smile. 

“Should I start referring to you as Nesta Archeron match maker?” Eris teased as Nesta threw a grin back at him. 

“I wouldn’t call myself a match maker, that’s more Feyre’s job.” She reminded him wondering if her sisters were here tonight. 

Something akin to frustration alite Eris’s face as his eyes flickered beyond to the dance floor, 

“I wouldn’t say your sister is that great of a matchmaker, after all she did set you and that ex of yours up and look how that turned out.” 

Nesta flinched slightly at the harshness of his words, no matter how true they were, she hated when Eris brought up Cassian. Hated that Cassian couldn’t be more then a mere thought in her memory. 

“I don’t want to talk about Cassian tonight.” Nesta snapped, warning in her tone as Eris’s face remained stoic. 

“Then what do you suggest we do instead?” 

Nesta smiled, cocking her head to the dance floor, 

“In the mood for a dance?” She asked. 

He grasped her hand, pulling her to him with a smirk as he answered, 

“Of course.” 

His lips found hers as they tumbled on a couch beside them, Nesta letting out a laugh as Eris hooked her legs around his waist, pulling her closer to him as Nesta molded her body to his. 

His hands intertwined in her hair, his nails digging into her ass as she deepened their kiss wanting to feel something, anything. Wanting nothing more than to let loose and have fun. Damning all the damn consequences to hell. 

“Nesta, is that you?” A familiar voice asked, shocking Nesta so much that she jerked back from Eris, her gaze shifting to the couch beside her where her younger sister, Feyre sat in her boyfriend Rhysand’s lap, Rhysand gazing at her and Eris in disapproval. Of course he would. He was Cassian’s best friend after all. 

Nesta shifted off of Eris’s lap, much to his disapproval as she straightened, fixing her costume before her gaze flickered back to Feyre trying to hide her embarrassment. 

“What are you two up to?” Nesta asked, trying to make small talk even though both their moods had now dispersed. 

“I was about to get a drink if you wanted to join me.” Feyre offered as Nesta forced a smile on her face, truthfully she would do anything to get away from Eris and Rhys, even if it meant grabbing a drink she didn’t necessarily want at the moment. 

“I would love to.” Nesta answered giving Eris a kiss on the cheek, “I’ll be back.” 

“Don’t be gone for too long.” He told her. 

“No promises.” She smiled at him, heading towards the kitchen with Feyre. 

When they were out of earshot from Eris and Rhys, Feyre leaned in closer to Nesta so they wouldn’t be overheard, 

“I thought you were dropping Eris.” 

Nesta shrugged, “What can I say? The dick is good and I’m not getting it from anywhere else so.” 

“Nesta-” Feyre groaned, 

“What? You asked, besides I could do worse than Eris Vanserra.” 

Feyre looked like she was about to argue when Nesta bumped into a chest, hard, familiar almost as Nesta prayed that she wasn’t right about whose chest she had just bumped into. 

Her blue-gray eyes flickered upwards, meeting his hazel brown ones, the eyes that were so familiar to her, yet so distant. 

“Hello, Nes.” He greeted her, those powerful hands of his careful not to graze her lower back. 

“Hello Cassian.” she whispered, not sure where her voice went, but knowing that she should pull away from him soon before Eris saw them together. 

She took a step back from Cassian, turning back to Feyre as something flickered in his gaze, running a hand over his long hair before pulling back. 

“Were you two heading in the kitchen for a drink? We were all about to play a new drinking game Mor came up with.” Cassian told them, his gaze never leaving Nesta’s as it traveled downward, taking in the outfit she knew would be downright sinfu,  Feyre glancing back towards the couches. 

“What do you think Nesta? Should we get the boys and play?” 

Nesta knew she should have said no, knew it was a bad idea all around, but instead she felt herself saying, 

“I’m in if you are.” 

Nesta glanced around the circle of people, her legs tucked underneath her as Eris and Feyre sat beside her, Emerie and Gwyn sending smiles over to her with a nod of acknowledgement. Emerie sitting beside Mor as Gwyn took a spot beside Azriel and Elain, her other sister’s hand tucked in Lucien’s, who glanced at his brother, Eris with a small smile. 

Eris turned away slightly, avoiding his brother’s gaze as Nesta’s glance met Cassian’s who was on Mor’s other side. Mor engaging him in conversation, but his eyes still never leaving hers. What was he trying to do? 

As if he felt Cassian’s gaze on her, Eris tucked her closer, a smirk crossing over Cassian’s lips at the gesture, Nesta took this time to take in his costume, really take it in as her jaw clenched. A fallen angel, Cassian had chosen to come to this costume party as a fallen angel of all things, even the wings were included. 

She wondered how he had fashioned them to mold his body perfectly, when Mor cleared her throat, trying to catch everyone’s attention so they could commence the game. 

“Alright everyone, here’s the rules of the game, whoever the bottle lands on is the person who is going to have the shots served off the body, I’ll go first and then we’ll go around in a circle until we come back to me,. Is that alright with everyone? If not it’s totally alright if you want to get out of the circle.” 

No one moved, all nodding their heads in acknowledgement as Eris whispered in her ear, 

“This could get very messy.” 

“That’s half the fun of it.” Nesta smiled as Mor took the first turn, her bottle landing on Feyre, who shrugged getting in the center of the circle as Mor placed five shots in succession. Feyre telling Mor it was alright to place a shot in-between her breast. 

Nesta watched as Mor tried to get all the shots, Feyre laughing slightly as Mor knocked about three of the five off her body only succeeding with the one ion her navel and on her stomach. 

Mor got back in the circle beside Cassian whose turn was next as Feyre sat back beside Rhys, Cassian’s hand went to the bottle, Nesta telling herself to prepare for whoever Cassian had to take body shots off of as the bottle stopped, and she blanched when it landed on her. 

A couple of ooh’s went up in the air as Nesta fought the urge to glare at them, her eyes locking with Cassian’s as she heard him say, 

“I can spin again if you want me to.” He said to her, giving her a choice on how she wanted to proceed. 

She wanted to show him that he didn’t bother her anymore, that she was over this thing between them, even if it wasn’t completely the truth. A small smile curled on her face as she stood up, 

“No, I’m alright, Besides, I want to see how you’re going to do this with those massive wings of yours.” 

A smirk of challenge crossed Cassian’s face as Nesta laid in the circle, Cassian positioning the body shots on her, stopping at the one that Mor had originally placed in between Feyre’s breast as Nesta sighed, 

“Go ahead, Cassian. It’s just a harmless shot.” 

Cassian nodded, tucking it between Nesta’s enormous breast, the shot settling perfectly between them as Nesta tried to lay perfectly still, ready for the game to begin. 

Cassian’s breath brushed over her skin, his long hair brushing her stomach as he took the first shot from her stomach, careful not to spill the others. He succeded on the first shot, making Nesta take a deep breath. Only four more to go. 

She felt the second shot slosh on her skin, Cassian accidently tilting the glass over on her stomach as he gave her an apologetic stare, downing the other one with no issue. 

Nesta’s breath caught as Cassian continued up her body, her heart beating wildly as he stopped by the one between her breast. Her thoughts flickered to the times he used to bury himself between them, so obsessed with them that most of the time when he didn’t come inside of her, he was coming in between them. 

Something wet sloshed on her breast, the liquor from the shot falling on her breast as Cassian tried but failed to get the last shot, she breathed out at the brief feeling of his hair brushing her breast, the thought of him making them pebble in response as Cassian’s eyes flickered to the stain he had made on her top. 

“Well, i guess this isn’t the first time I made you wet.” He murmured in a form of apology as she laughed slightly, allowing him to let her up from the ground, Eris’s eyes blazing with a form of jealously that Nesta was used to. Great. Just what she needed. 

Cassian squeezed her shoulder in reassurance as he went to go sit back beside Mor as the brief contact spent sparks shooting up her body.  

She took a deep breath, crossing back over to Eris, who distanced himself from Nesta slightly, Feyre narrowing her eyes slightly at that gesture before she turned her attention back to the game. 

Nesta gritted her teeth slightly as she watched others have their turn. When it was Nesta’s turn she landed on Emerie who smiled at her, they laughed when Nesta knocked over nearly all the shots, Emerie letting out a snort and clamping her hand over her mouth to keep the giggles in. 

Nesta glanced at Eris wondering if his foul mood had surpassed, his face was still contorted in jealousy, whether or not it was from Cassian or Emeire Nesta wasn’t sure, but either way she didn’t appreciate his foul mood. 

When Emerie and her were finished, Eris spun the bottle, the bottle landing on a girl whose name escaped Nesta. She gave him a small smile as Nesta watched Eris take body shots off the woman like it was second nature to him. 

Cassian’s eyes flickered to her, probably trying to gage her reaction to Eris doing body shots off another woman, but there wasn’t one. Nesta just stood back and watched as Eris finished the part of the game, the girl giving him a small smile as she made her way back to her position, Eris going back to Nesta where he still kept his distance as they waited for the game to be over. 

When they all dispersed, Eris was the first to leave the circle, stalking towards where the other drinks were located as Nesta watched him go. Before Cassian could even think about going over towards her, Emerie and Gwyn beat him to it, helping Nesta up as Emerie said, 

“Let’s hit the dance floor, Eris can catch up with us later.” 

Nesta nodded, grasping onto Gwyn’s hand as they made their way to the dance floor, Nesta letting herself lose to the rhythm of the music, not caring about boys or exes or anything in between as she moved to it, Gwyn and Emerie beside her. 

She wasn’t sure how many songs had passed before a warm hand brushed against her shoulder, she had expected Eris as she turned around to see Cassian standing beside her. 

Emerie glanced towards Gwyn as Gwyn said, 

“We're going to get a drink, we’ll catch up with you in a minute.” 

Once they were gone, Cassian’s eyes turned to her, an intensity that wasn’t there earlier now there as his eyes roamed her body once more. 

“I didn’t get a chance to tell you earlier, but you look downright sinful in your costume tonight.” He stated as Nesta glanced down to it with a smirk. 

“I figured I’d make a statement tonight, it is Halloween after all.” 

Cassian chuckled, running a hand over his hair as he glanced around the dance floor. 

“Where’s that boyfriend of yours?” 

“Eris isn’t my boyfriend, at least not in the way that you think, we’re non exclusive. All this is is a little fun.” 

“It didn’t seem like fun to me. Especially not in the kitchen.” 

Nesta felt her anger ignite at his words. 

“What’s between us is none of your business. It’s not like you actually care about my happiness anyway.” 

Shock radiated off Cassian’s features as if she had slapped him, 

“We may have broken up, Nesta, but that doesn’t ,mean I don’t give a shit about you. Hell, I’d even wage that I give more of a shit about you then that little boy toy of yours.” 

“What makes you say that?” 

“Because he’s not here with you and I am.” Cassian replied, a smirk on his lips. 

“Is that supposed to impress me?” Nesta shot back as Cassian shifted closer, careful not to brush against her, even though  the thought of those strong hands back on her waist turned her knees week. 

“I didn’t come here to fight, Nes.” 

“Then what did you come here for?” 

“To see if you wanted to dance.” Cassian told her, holding out his hand for her. 

She glanced around, not seeing anyone as she sighed, grasping Cassian’s hand in hers. 

“I guess one dance wouldn’t hurt.” Nesta stated as Cassian pulled her closer. Careful not to put his hands too low on her hips even if Nesta’s body begged him to do so. 

He kept his eyes on her as Nesta lost herself in the music, somewhere in the song, she felt herself not care about her reckless abandon as Cassian’s hands traveled lower, stopping at the place where she had wanted them in the first place. 

She fought back the moan that almost escaped her lips, fighting the urge to rub her ass against the erection that she had no doubt was there. He crossed his arms over her chest as she pressed herself closer to him feeling where he wanted her the most. 

A sly smile crossed her face as he murmured, 

“Nesta.” 

She exhaled turning towards him, her lips mere inches from his own as her phone buzzed in her pocket.

She glanced down, momentarily distracted as Eris’s name flashed over the screen. the words, 

‘I’m done. I can’t keep pretending that we’re something that we’re not.”’ 

She loosened a breath, expecting to feel sorrow or rage at Eris breaking things off over a text, but all she felt was, relief. 

She glanced up at Cassian, his face turning in concern as he asked her, 

“Is everything alright?” 

She glanced up at him, glancing at his face with a smile, 

“Everything is perfect.” She assured him as she glanced around the now too public dance floor, her heart thudding in time with the closeness of his proximity. 

Fuck it She thought as she ran a hand up Cassian’s chest, stepping closer to him. 

“Do you want to go somewhere private?” She asked him, his eyes smoldering with heat. 

“You read my mind, Archeron.” 

Cassian swept bottles off the kitchen counter, Nesta’s legs wrapping around his waist as their lips collided with each other battling for dominance as Cassian ripped his lips from hers, trailing kisses down her throat. 

When she had mentioned a private place, Nesta didn’t think Cassian would take her to the kitchen, until she realized that they were at a party and no place was truly private here. 

Her nails dug into the tender flesh of his arms as he scooted her closer to him in an attempt to get as close to her as possible. His hands trailed, cupping her as she let out a moan of pleasure, his wicked hands rubbing her through her bodysuit. 

“Cassian.” She moaned, 

“We should have found a more private place.” He growled out, biting her lower lip. “Because the things I want to do to you aren’t party friendly.” 

“Does Mor not have any open bedrooms?” 

“I saw her and Emerie go up their a while ago, her and Mor may be occupying another one.” 

“Then we’ll find some dark corner somewhere.” Nesta purred, nipping at his ear, making him growl slightly. 

“Keep doing that and I won’t be able to wait to get inside of you.” He rasped out, his words sounding like a promise. 

“Then let’s get over there as fast as we can.” She interjected, hoping off the counter as Cassian assisted her, helping her weave through the crowd as Cassian found that dark corner where no one would pay attention to them and pressed Nesta into it. 

She gasped as she collided with the wall, Cassian’s hands going roughly to her hair as Nesta leaned into his hungry kisses, bracing herself against the wall as Cassian wrapped her legs around his waist. 

She exhaled into his mouth as he pressed open mouthed kisses to her throat, his teeth sinking into her skin, making her aware of the fact that she would have marks for him tomorrow morning and she was shocked to realize that she didn’t mind. She wanted everyone to know that he fucked her. 

Nesta felt his hands slide down her legs towards her stockings as she felt him rip them slightly He would have to buy her new ones as a breathy laugh escaped from his lips as he pressed her to the wall, her tits grazing it, pebbling underneath the fabric of her costume as she heard the fabric of her backside tear further. 

“Hands on the wall.” He instructed as she did what she was told, bending slightly as she heard him undo his zipper, shoving the thong she had worn underneath to the side, exposing her backside to him as she felt the cold breeze on her cunt. 

He pressed her closer to him, his lips pressed firmly to her ear as he asked, 

“Do you still fuck raw?” 

She couldn’t catch her breath as he asked her the question before she nodded, swearing that she could feel his smile growing behind her ear, as he bent her forward, angling her body to where he was positioned at her entrance as he slammed his cock into her, making her cry out in pleasure. 

He lifted her leg so he could penetrate her from a deeper angle,  His hands pulling at the fabric of her outfit, making her boobs spill from her halter top, the force of his thrust making them jiggle in time with them. 

Nesta cried out as one of Cassian’s hands cupped her breast. his thumb circling her nipple, making them pebble underneath his touch. 

“Fuck.” Her growled out, thrusting harder into her as she nearly came apart at the force of his thrust. “Your pussy is downright sinful Nes, but I think I need a reminder at how devilish that mouth of yours is. 

He pulled out from her so quick Nesta gasped in surprise as he turned her around pressing her down to the ground. His erection on full display in front of her, his cock glistening from the time he was inside of her. 

She opened her mouth for him as he took a handful of her hair, guiding her mouth to his enormous cock, making her taste herself, making her taste the pleasure that he had provided for her as he guided his cock in further. 

One of her hands pumped the length of his cock that she couldn’t take in her mouth. Her other hand going to her breast, wanting nothing more then to feel his hands on them 

Nesta kept up with his pace, Cassian fucking her mouth as hard as he wished, her saliva coating his cock until he pulled her up by her hair, careful not to hurt her in a way she would find unpleasant as his hand gently snaked around her throat,  

He firmly pressed her to the wall, grasping her backside with his free arms as he guided her back on his waiting cock. She moaned out in ecstasy, hooking her legs around his waist once more as his other hand never left her throat. 

“Fuck, I've missed you.” Cassian growled out, thrusting up into her to his hilt, quickening his pace as he stretched her out for him. 

“I’ve missed you too.” She breathed out, his mouth escaping from her throat as he prompted her up further so he could get deeper inside of her. Nesta tilted her head back to the wall, feeling the roughness of his thrust. Knowing that she would walk out of this party thoroughly fucked just as she desired. Not an inch of her wouldn’t be feeling Cassian tomorrow and she loved it. 

“Fuck, your tits are perfect.” Cassian groaned out, his mouth finding her sensitive nipple and sucking hard, causing her to cry out as he thrusted up into her once more, quickening his pace, which she hadn’t considered to be possible. 

His mouth switched to her other side, making her nipples hard and erect for him, 

“Fuck, I need more of them.” Cassian claimed, kneeling her down to where her breast aligned with his hardened cock, his hands pressing them together, squeezing his cock in between them as he fucked her breast with great vigor. 

Nesta pressed firmly on his cock between her breast, causing more friction between them as he fucked her breast, one of Nesta’s thumbs stroking her sensitive nipples as Nesta spat on his cock, lubricating him further. 

“Fuck.” Cassian growled out, “You really are my perfect little devil.” 

Nesta glanced up at him with a wicked smile, as he went to the floor with her, scooping her up into his arms as he positioned her on his cock, thrusting up into her as she slammed back down on him, both of them moaning in unison as they matched each other’s thrust, Nesta hooking her arms around him as she came undone around his glorious cock making him curse at the sensation. 

When she had come down from her ecstasy, Cassian laid her down, pumping his cock as she felt the warm liquid of his release splash on her breast, coating them as Cassian panted hard, glancing down at her cum covered chest as they both exhaled in unison, panting hard from what they both had done. 

He glanced down at her, appearing as if he wouldn’t mind a round two of fucking her against this floor, but instead, her zipped himself back into his trousers, grabbing a stack of napkins on the table in front of them as he helped Nesta clean up the mess. 

Nesta placing her breast back in her halter top when they both were finished. Noting that not much could have been done with her stockings or her back side that Cassian had ripped apart in the need to get to her cunt, the one he had always loved to fuck until Nesta was rendered senseless. 

Cassian shrugged off his coat, wrapping it around Nesta to hide her backside as he helped her up. Her legs still slightly wobbly from the thoroughness of his fucking. 

“Let me take you home.” Cassian offered as Nesta couldn’t find the words, nodding as she pressed his coat closer to herself, reveling in the warmth of it, at the smell of him. “We can talk on the way over. About us.” 

Hope lit Nesta’s chest as Cassian pressed her closer as she sent a quick text to Emerie and Gwyn as she left the party with Cassian wondering if things were only looking up from here.