#his twitter is so concerning... what are you doing king....

[buzzfella]

live recreation of the most recent hermitcraft meeting

[4unnyr0se]

Hear me out…asking Kenma and Akaashi to eat it from the back..

❥ eat it from the back | kenma kozume & keiji akaashi

warnings: timeskip! kenma and akaashi, fem! reader, eating pussy from the back (obvs), kenma is a tease and akaashi is a gentleman, fingering, spanking (kind of), mentions of hickeys, bokuto mentioned

MDNI | 18+ content

word count -> 2.1k

a/n: okay i literally hate this with every fiber of my being but i hope u like it nonnie xx

Kenma Kozume

“Hey babe?” you poked your head into your bedroom shared by your boyfriend, the neon red and white lights reflecting off his hazelnut waves. The atmosphere was cozy and quaint, accompanied by the faintest sound of video game characters making attack noises at each other. “I-I have a question if you aren’t busy.” your manicured nails anxiously rubbed against the doorframe, a worrying feeling coursing through your pulsating veins. 

Kenma turned around, placing his cat-ear headphones around his neck. You had gotten them as a joke last Christmas, but he grew attached to them quickly. Your boyfriend was akin to that of a cat, after all. “Yeah, what’s up? Is everything okay?” he asked, his voice laced with a mild concern. You were usually so open with him, never afraid to speak your mind. Why did you seem anxious? Were you hurt?

“O-oh, everything is fine. It’s just…I wanted to try something different, if that’s okay.” you smiled in a feeble attempt to assure him, closing the door behind you. Kenma raised an eyebrow and exited his expensive gaming chair, electing to sit on the king-sized bed on the other side of the room. He patted the blanketed spot next to you, wrapping an arm around your shoulder once you were snuggled deep into his side. “What did you wanna try, hm? It’s okay, I won’t judge you.”

You blushed and bit down on your lip, not daring to look into Kenma’s gorgeous golden eyes. Since you started dating, your boyfriend has always accommodated your needs, ensuring you feel safe and secure. Surely he would not refuse you now? “Uh, my friend sent me a video on Twitter and…and it was of a girl getting head from behind. I-if you know what I mean.”

A smirk decorated Kenma’s lips as he pulled you impossibly closer to his chest, the thick fabric of his company hoodie softly grazing your blushing cheek. “Oh, was that it? That’s nothing, baby. You know I can’t say no to your pretty face when you ask for something so simple.” he purred, grasping your chin with his hand. He pulled you out of his hoodie to look into his eyes, molten with a newfound desire and longing. The padding of his thumb pulled on your bottom lip, admiring how pretty you looked when you were so desperate for him. “Can you take those pants off and get on all fours for me, pretty girl?”

You nodded quickly, practically ripping off your pants along with your panties, tossing them in some random corner of the room to be forgotten about. You smushed your flushing face against the silky sheets of the massive bed, your back arching so perfectly for him. All on display, all for Kenma. He growled at the sight, kneading the flesh of your ass between his long fingers. “Fucking perfect.” he groaned, playfully cracking his hand against your skin. “Shit, you’re fucking dripping for me. Do you want this that badly, baby?”

“Yes!” you whimpered, your hands finding purchase in the sheets as Kenma bent down, his fingers trailing your dripping folds. “Please, fuck, please just, just do it!” 

“Okay, pretty girl, whatever you want,” he whispered, placing a teasing kiss on your inner thigh before his mouth landed on your soaked core. His hot tongue slid up and down your folds, mewl after pathetic mewl escaping your lips and being drowned out by the sheets. His hands gripped onto your thighs to secure your position, leaving tiny, fingerprint-sized bruises. His tongue drew playful circles around your sopping entrance, pushing the tip of his muscle in occasionally so he could relish in your surprised squeal.

Kenma indulged himself in you, but that was no shock at all. He was a very greedy lover, and you adored that about him. You tasted like the nectar of the gods on his skilled tongue, his name falling from your plump lips in a broken prayer as your stomach sank further into the mattress, slowly coming undone by his expert oral ministrations. “Shit, you’re fucking shaking. You must’ve wanted this, huh, baby?

His lewd words sent vibrations throughout your body, causing your clit to so painfully throb. “P-please,” you begged, reaching behind you to desperately grasp for his hand. “Need you, please.” Your hand found purchase on his wrist, impatiently dragging it to hover above your soaked clit. 

He choked back a moan as his fingers began to swirl around your clit, pinching the sensitive bud just to get a beautiful yelp to fall from your lips. The way it was throbbing, the way you were so beautifully dripping all over his chin and mouth; you were close. He could feel it. Kenma could tell when you were about to reach orgasm by the way your walls squeezed his cock, but this time it was different. Your body was shaking and trembling, so you were in for quite a ride. 

“Gonna fucking cum, baby? That’s okay, cum on my face. You can do it, can’t you? Be a good fucking girl and drown me, don’t make me ask again.” he demanded, rhythmically plunging his tongue in and out of your entrance. His tongue accidentally-on-purpose hit the most sensitive spot inside your core, causing you to topple over the edge and into complete and utter bliss. You release coated half of his lower face, making the mess Kenma never tired of seeing. Fuck, you looked so perfect like this. Bent over and all spent for him, profanities escaping your mouth as you rode your high so gracefully. 

Reluctantly, Kenma pulled himself away from your drenched lower half, wiping your release from his lips. As you turned around to face him, he smacked your ass. “Sorry baby,” he corrected, standing up to slide off his sweatpants and boxers. His cock leaked with precum, prodding at your entrance. “Did you really think we were done? That’s so cute.”

Keiji Akaashi

Akaashi has been your most trusted friend ever since high school. You were Fukurodani’s manager and went to the same university as him, often spending time with each other for whatever reason you two wanted, be it studying or simply crying over your shitty boyfriend cheating on you. He was always there for you, and you were always there for him. You knew everything about each other, everything, including your deepest, most dark desires.

It began when you discovered (by pure accident) that you had apartments in the same building, one floor apart. It was a shock at first, albeit a hilarious one. Akaashi joked about how you could never get rid of him, like how you and Bokuto were attached at his hip in high school. Eventually, like in college, you spent every free moment with each other. He could be editing a manga panel on his laptop, and you gingerly made him tea, patting his head. His green eyes would always trail to the hem of your top, the hint of exposed cleavage driving him secretly wild. Or how you would wear your sleep shorts constantly because you worked from home, the sight of your exposed thighs making him instantly hard in his slacks. 

One day, the tension between the two of you snapped. Akaashi had you against the wall, your legs wrapped around his waist and his hands squeezing your waist. His lips molded so perfectly against your own, groaning into your mouth as your teeth teasingly bit onto his bottom lip. That night was filled with passion and longing, a longing that started to brew since the day you decided to become a Fukurodani manager. Since then, your neck has never been free from his hickeys or marks, and Akaashi’s wrists always have one of your bracelets dangling from the bone.

You never kept anything from each other; why would you? You had known each other for so long that you and he were practically in sync—what he did, you did, etc. So when your friend sent you a Twitter link to a video of a girl trembling as she got eaten out from behind, you just had to show him.

“Keiji, look at this.” you tapped him on the shoulder, momentarily distracting him from editing a manga panel. “My friend sent me this. It’s pretty hot, right?” The video was muted, but the woman’s pleasure was so undeniable. Three fingers pumped in and out of her sobbing pussy while her partner secured her position with his large hands, his tongue ravishing her. 

“Yeah, it is really hot,” Akaashi looked at you with a flicker of desire in his eyes, kissing your fingers gently. “Would you like to try that, sweetheart?” He rose from his chair, slightly towering above you. He was so gentle at times you had forgotten that he used to play volleyball. Akaashi was pretty damn tall. You nodded and leaned to kiss him, resting your arms on his broad shoulders. He smiled into the kiss, breaking it for only a moment so he could drag you into the living room. Shrugging off his cardigan and removing his glasses, he gestured to the leather couch. “Can you get into the position like the girl in the video, sweetheart? Face down, ass up, come on.”

You happily obliged, stripping yourself of your shorts and panties instantly. You proudly displayed yourself for him, wiggling your ass playfully with a teasing grin plastered across your beautiful face. “Like this Keiji, yeah? Like when we do doggy style.”

“Exactly like when we do doggystyle, sweetheart.” Akaashi groaned, massaging your ass tenderly. You were already dripping for him, fuck. Were you thinking about this for longer than he thought? “You always look so fucking pretty for me.” his long and calloused fingers prodded at your throbbing entrance, eliciting an impatient moan from your lips. “Don’t tease, baby! Wan’ you so bad, c’mon!”

He pushed his index and middle finger inside your sobbing core, curling them inside instantly. Your walls squeezed about him perfectly, your manicured nails clawing at the pillow supporting your head. “T-tongue! Wan’ your tongue, Keiji! Please…” you whimpered, turning your head to look at him with a flustered and needy expression. 

“I know, pretty girl,” he cooed, quickening his ministrations in your fluttering cunt. “Just doing what the guy in the video did, right? You’ll get my tongue soon enough,” he assured you, squeezing the backs of your thighs lovingly. That put you at ease for a moment until his skilled tongue licked a fat stripe up your glistening folds, earning the most delightful squeal from your throat. 

“Fuck.” Akaashi slowly dragged his tongue up and down your wanton heat, groaning as your slick covered his tongue and mouth. You always tasted divine, like something not of this world. Your thighs already began to shake like the girl in the video, his fingers gently pistoning in and out of you being the perfect finishing touch. “So fucking pretty like this,” he whispered against you, fingers pulling out of your heat to rub against the clit. “I’ve never seen you this needy. Have you always wanted to try this? Hm?” 

You frantically nodded and pressed yourself against his face, wanting more of his wet muscle against your core. “J-just make me cum, dammit! You never tease me like this.”

“Whatever you want, sweetheart,” Akaashi buried himself in your cunt once more, tracing delicate circles on your most sensitive part. At the same time, his index finger rubbed your clit too well, the slick from inside your pussy adding a new kind of lubrication. Akaashi chuckled in satisfaction as he felt your orgasm approach, his tongue prodding at your entrance. He plunged the wet muscle inside, slurping noises filling the room of your otherwise silent living area. The tip expertly dipped in and out, running along each of your folds to avoid neglecting either.  “Want you to cum on my tongue, sweetheart,” he demanded, rubbing on your clit at a sickeningly fast pace. “Can you do that for me now? Wanna cum on my tongue?”

Like you were something he had programmed, you became unraveled all over his tongue, your slick release covering his mouth. “S-shit! Keiji, fuck! Oh my fucking god, don’t stop! Holy shit, fuck, fuck!” 

Akaashi smiled as he pulled away from your heat, giving your inner thighs gentle kisses. “You did so well, sweetheart. I’m so proud of you.” He grabbed your hips and flipped you around, pressing his lips against yours in a tender embrace. His tongue flicked against your lips, spreading some of your release. “You taste amazing, can you see?” 

You nodded and collapsed onto his chest, rubbing your head against the wool fabric of his sweater. “Gonna take a nap on you, is that okay?”

Akaashi chuckled to himself and kissed the top of your sweaty head, rubbing his hands down your back. “Of course, baby, get as much rest as you need. You did so well for me.”

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[extraordinarilyextreme]

on 妖 yao (and 慕声 Mu Sheng) in 永夜星河 Love Game in Eastern Fantasy (2024)

crossposted from a twitter thread!

there are SO many things i love about YYXH, but something i really appreciate is their portrayal of 妖 yao.

in ep. 10, Mu Sheng says, “人心有七窍，妖心只有一窍。所以大多数妖物的品行都简单执拗。” / "Human hearts have seven apertures [are complex and calculating]; but yao hearts have only one [are simple]. That's why the conduct of most yao creatures is uncomplicated and obstinate."

窍 / apertures (openings; orifices) are where the human body is connected to the outside world. as such, 七窍 seven orifices usually refers to the eyes (2), nose (2 nostrils), ears (2), and mouth (1). BUT...

in the context of the heart, it more often alludes to the virtuous character of 比干 Prince Bigan from the Ming dynasty novel 《封神演义》 Investiture of the Gods.

there, it was said that 圣人之心有七窍 / the hearts of saints [good men] have seven apertures...

...so, of course, the righteous and smart Bigan was rumored to possess a 七窍玲珑心 / lit. delicate seven aperture heart.

Bigan's story didn't end well (his heart was cut out by order of the infamous King Zhou of Shang), but 七窍玲珑 still means "clever and quick-witted."

now... 窍 can mean "opening"—but another way to say so could be 眼 / eye (or, "hole"). that is, we can draw a near-equivalency between 七窍玲珑心 / lit. seven-chambered heart and 多心眼 / lit. many heart's eyes; an overabundance of concern...

in particular, 多心眼 (or to say that someone 心眼多) not only implies wit and sharpness (i.e., "having a lot of thoughts"), but also some level of cunning and shrewdness. that is, to be "mindful of many things" means one is "considering of many things" and "calculating."

hence, returning to Mu Sheng's explanation: humans are crafty, always thinking of a hundred other variables and planning another hundred steps ahead. (that's why humans betray and deceive and hurt one another...)

but yao are simple.

yao don't have so many of these excess considerations. if they are hungry, they will seek to feed. if they are hurt, they will fight back. if they are scared, they will hide. if they are cared for, they will respond with equal gentleness.

in other words: yao are not human.

and this distinction is what made so many classic xianxias and yao-centric stories so compelling (think 白素贞 Bai Suzhen from the romance folktale 白蛇传 White Snake Legend).

to discuss our beloved 慕声 Mu Sheng as an example: it can be easy to say he has a jiejie-complex or is almost yandere-like about 慕瑶 Mu Yao, but we have to remember that as half-yao, he doesn't operate on the same frame of reference as humans. Mu Yao is the one person who has been consistently kind to him since he was young, and so he will reciprocate that kindness to (human standards of) extremity. likewise, when our cutie-pie 凌妙妙 Ling Miaomiao regards him with kindness, Mu Sheng will feel inclined to answer that with affections a hundred or a thousand times stronger.

though he grew up among humans, Mu Sheng's yao half should not be forgotten. humans may be fickle in their feelings; but yao (in general) will not be. once they have found someone worth their affections, they will love fiercely and to a terrifying degree. you can also understand it as yao not necessarily posessing the same understanding of 分寸 / "propriety" that humans do.

so, again, yao are not human—and that is why their stories have always been so compelling to us. we place limits on our conduct and behavior for a variety of socially-imposed and learned reasons, but yao as an imperfect reflection of our human selves allow us to live out our "fantasies" of extremity.

i think the new era of xianxias have largely traded that yao-human distinction for other things, like eye-catching CGI, flowy costumes, and the three lives, three worlds formula—which are, of course, not inherently bad.

YYXH itself is part of this new chapter of storytelling/the genre of xianxias after all (esp. given its existence as a 古偶), but that is ultimately precisely why it stands out so much to me.

is it the first or only xianxia in recent years to show that yao are nuanced? that yao are neither all good nor all bad? — of course not!

but i think it is undoubtedly among the very, very few in recent years that has successfully portrayed just what it is that makes yao so uniquely compelling. and that is due in large part to both strong writers (who also did 《苍兰诀》 Love Between Fairy and Devil) and strong actors.

in short, YYXH feels like a labor of love. love for the original 《黑莲花攻略手册》 novel; love for the xianxia genre; love for storytelling, in an era driven by capitalistic cash-grabs and the ruthlessness of c-ent.

the reality of that is up for debate, but as one individual viewer, i want to say that this drama has made me very happy. it is both respectful of and pays homage to the yao of classic xianxias.

and to be able to share and enjoy that cultural artefact—something that is so uniquely and immutably Chinese—with others, is something that brings me a lot of joy. ✨

[sp0o0kylights]

Someone on Twitter proposed Steve and Gareth as cousins whose family had a major falling out, and then someone else brought it up recently and long story short no idea who to credit the idea too bc you can’t search for SHIT on Twitter but it's theirs not mine. 

Anyway I wrote a lil thing as a warmup 

PART TWO

"Why don't you come sit with Hellfire?" Gareth asked, angrily leaned against the bathroom wall while Steve fixed his hair.

He'd tried not to cling since he entered high school. Tried to keep things on the downlow, least any gossipy mouths started running. 

It was so stupidly, needlessly, hard. 

 His cousin was only two years ahead of him but they'd spent the last year in different schools because of it. 

 That year, and the lack of Steve's presence in it, had grated. Now that he finally had Steve back, Gareth was loathe to play by the rules. 

"Sit with you and Eddie, "the freak" Munson? I'll pass." Steve said, but there was no bite in it. 

That, Gareth knew, was because Steve was  using Eddie as an excuse. 

"You'd like Eddie if you spent five minutes with him, King Steve." Gareth fired back on automatic. His fingers dug into his arms, as he resisted the urge to pace around the bathroom floor. 

Unspoken was all the shit that had taken place.

Steve and Nancy's breakup. The rumor mill in overdrive, first about how Jonathan Byers had taken creep shot photos of them, then about how he'd taken his shot with Nancy herself. 

The supposed cheating, the public fights, the crazy background of Jonathan's little brother being missing. 

Billy Hargrove beating Steve to a pulp. 

Now friendless, Steve had thoroughly fallen from his place at the tippy top of the social hierarchy and between his utter lack of friends and his shit tier parents, Gareth was concerned. 

"You do not want me to sit with you, Gary. I'd tell all your little friends that you're apart of the royal family." Steve turned, making an exaggerated face. "How's Munson feel about cozying up to a Prince?" 

"I'd technically be an Earl, Steve, not a prince." Gareth grumbled. 

He got an eye roll in response. "Somehow I don't think he'll care." 

"I do though." Gareth blurted out, absolutely thoughtless. 

Steve blinked at him. 

"What?" He said. 

In for a penny right?

 "I care." Gareth said, looking down and scuffing a shoe, making it squeak against the grimy tiles. "About you. You dick." 

"Wow Gary you almost sounded loving there."

For once, he ignored the jab. "I'm worried about you, man." He said it quietly, the painful truth pulled out of him almost by force. 

He knew better than anyone how few people Steve had. Knew how his dad was likely taking all the crap Steve had been involved in lately. 

Richard Harrington hadn't been the wedge that had separated his and Steve's mother, but the man hadn't done them any favors, either. 

His intolerance towards the working and lower classes, his demand for perfection, the way he looked down his nose not just on Gareth's parents but on his own wife and son…

Gareth's mom didn't tolerate it. 

Likewise, Stella Harrington didn't tolerate her sister ruining her shot at being a rich trophy wife. 

Both their sets of parents were dramatic and neither of them weren't anywhere near the concept of "good" but at least Gareth's weren't neglectful and abusive. 

Shitty absolutely, but he never worried about getting thrown out, or that his mom wouldn't acknowledge his birthday because he'd "complimented her outfit the wrong way." 

(”It's fine dude she just thought I called her ugly. It was a miscommunication. Dad said it's a good lesson about how women work."

"Casual reminder that your dad's an asshole and also how is telling your mom that she looked lovely in the sunlight telling her she's ugly?”

“It implied she wasn't lovely the rest of the time or some shit, I dunno man.”) 

The BMW was a shitty prize when compared what Steve had dealt with to receive it. 

"I'm okay." Steve said seriously. "It's almost the end of the year anyways. I can tough out having some extra alone time." 

"If you're sure…"

"Yeah man, I'm sure. Thanks though."

Then Steve pulled him into a hug and fuck their parents, who demanded they continued some stupid grudge. Gareth clung to him just as hard as he had at ten. Unsure if he'd ever be allowed to see Steve again.

[amethxxt]

i'm ranting about descendants again and this is a long one

Alright, I talked a little bit about this on twitter literally yesterday (https://x.com/amethxxt/status/1798768561613361458) but I wanted to do it here too, so here we are!!

I think everyone has seen these pictures by now. It's from Descendants new book "The World of Auradon: Royals & Villains".

Now, at first, I got really excited (in a way, I still am) because it'll probably give me more material to use in my fics. Also, Uma looks absolutely stunning, so I immediately began reading her page and... Well, it's not the nicest things, right?

Like I said on twitter, I can't be the only one who sees the majorly different ways they talk about Uma and Mal.

With Mal, they start saying she's a "confident natural leader", and like- no, she's not, far from it.

I think the best version we got from Mal was on D1. She was such a good character and that's when I think the writers succeded the most with her - I believe it was hard to find someone who actively disliked or simply hated her.

When D2 came out, things went slightly downhill. Mal's inner conflict of not being the picture perfect Lady of the Court and feeling that the odd one out because she wasn't doing well in Auradon when compared to her friends is very realistic.

The pressure that she was feeling to be perfect and all the new things that came with being the King's girlfriend makes you understand why she was so anxious and wanted to leave. Now, I think we should all understand that this makes Mal a very insecure person.

She's insecure, she's flawed and runs away the first chance she gets because everything becomes too much. And if they wrote her like that, how is she a confident natural leader?

When the Core Four and Ben go after her, it's when things begin to change. Mal has a few moments in this movie: running away and leaving just a note to her best friend, claiming Dizzy was going to be fine when Evie felt sorry about leaving a child in the abusive place they all grew up in, betraying Uma's trust. Yeah.

I'm gonna make it very clear that I really like Mal as a character. I criticize her a lot because the writers started putting her in a pedestal, overpowering her and trying to erase anything that could be seen as bad.

Why would they have Mal apologize for using a love spell on Ben when they make such a cute couple and would be endgame anyways?

It gets worse in D3. I remember watching them announce that Hades was Mal's father and being like "No fucking way" because you want this girl to be not only half-fairy but a half-god?? Was this the only way to have his ember in the story?

Well, I think we got used to that plot after a while, but then - Oh, Mal's also Lady of the Court, she'll be a part of the decisions that concern the Isle of the Lost and a voice for the other VKs.

Yes, Mal is "a confident natural leader" who turns her back on her people and comes up to the idea of closing the Barrier for good to protect Auradon citizens.

Why do they refuse to bring up the fact that it was her idea?? Nevermind the fact that her and Ben weren't married yet, she was not the Queen and had absolutely no power to make that decision. They make Ben so useless, a King with no voice because he's not the main character, right?

So she makes a decision that's not up to her and proceeds to lie to all of her friends, makes empty promisses to both Celia and Uma, and when shit hits the fan, nothing happens.

Having Evie confront her about it is one of my favorite scenes, but what are the consequences? I understand that it was the final movie, but it's so rushed that makes everyone else feel out of character.

Mal and Evie can be the best of friends, but you can't tell me Mal would be like "I was wrong, I have to be a voice for everyone and I shouldn't have lied" and Evie would be just "Ok, perf".

And what about the opposite? When Mal betrays Uma for probably the third time, Uma has no trouble forgiving her? Of course they don't mention what happens in the books, they don't mention Mal trying to hurt Evie (or even get her killed lol) and they don't mention the "shrimpy" incident with Uma.

They don't talk about Mal's wrong doings the same way they talk about Uma.

Uma, according to the new book, is a "confident and resourceful VK with a major mean streak". Sorry, Uma has a mean streak? I don't think so. What Disney and Descendants keep doing is use the definition of a villain for a character who's an antagonist.

Villains have malicious intentions, they are evil. You're gonna tell me the girl who simply wants for all the children to get off the Isle, a place they were forced to live in along with murderers and other criminals, some of those who happened to be their parents, all while surviving off of the garbage that came from Auradon, is the evil one?

That is not to say Uma doesn't make mistakes or does bad things. Mal and Uma have the common point of using a love spell on Ben, which is awful and should be acknowledged as that, but they only do it in Uma's case.

"When Mal and her friends successfully freed Ben, Uma took it one step further by putting Ben under a magic love spell" x "She [Mal] used spells to mess with other students, to convince Ben that he loved her, and to change herself in order to fit in as Ben's girlfriend. But once she realized she needed to ditch the spell book and learn to survive without magic, she was able to become the queen she was always meant to be"

Those... are not the same to me. They detail every thing Uma does during D2, making it clear that using a love spell was worse than the previous actions of kidnapping him, but with Mal it almost feels like they excuse her actions because, eventually, she learned that magic wasn't the way to become who she was meant to be.

Also, what do you mean Mal felt guilty about the other VKs who were left behind? Mal didn't even look sad when her and Evie were leaving Dizzy behind! Evie was the one to come up with the idea to bring more children to Auradon, and when that magically turned into the VK Day (my arch-nemesis plotline along with Merlin Academy), she didn't look worried at all that it would them so long to free all the kids if they were going to pick 4 each time.

And again, her idea to close the Barrier for good (with no way in or out) would mean that eventually, everyone left in the Isle would die. I know it's Disney, and they would never make that happen, but if you're not going in to even leave your trash there (aka their food source), yeah, they're all dying.

Now, with Uma, they point out how she wanted to escape and get revenge on Mal, but like...... not really? Of course she mentions in D2 how she wants Mal's new turf and tries to make a deal with her to leave with her crew, but when she's actually free and we get into D3, it's been months (I think) and while Auradon's scared she's going to do something, we find out Uma spent all that time looking for a hole in the Barrier to get the kids out.

When she makes another deal to help Mal, all she asks for is the guarantee that every kid who wants to leave the Isle is able to do so. Who breaks that promise? The "villain" with the major mean streak or the confident natural leader?

I'm not saying that Mal is real villain, because she's really not. But she's far from how they describe her and if you're gonna tell me she's a natural leader, I better not see her bringing down the Barrier, letting both the kids and villains out, and acting like it's the right thing to do.

VK Day wasn't the answer to free the innocents, but bringing down the Barrier isn't it either! Mal doesn't "help convice Auradon citizens to accept all VKs into Auradon Prep" she just decides to do that lol

And again, that decision is not up to her, she had no legal right to do it. She was just Lady of the Court and nothing else.

Like I said on twitter, Disney and Descendants like Uma because she's a fan favorite, she was one since they announced her as a character. But they insist on the idea that Auradon changed her for the better, as if she was never someone who fought for what was right. She's not perfect either, but they can't write about her in a way that makes her look better than Mal.

How did Mal stop her at the end of D2? Mal didn't do anything, they were fighting, Ben made a speech, Uma turned around and left. That was it.

How did Auradon transform her? Of course they are implying that because of Rise of Red and her becoming the new principal, and even though this plot still kinda confuses me, it still seems like all the wants is for Auradon to be a fair place that doesn't discriminate against anyone.

I now this is getting too long, but I really like ranting about descendants. It's my comfort franchise but there's so many things wrong with it lol

And I also know I'm probably looking too deep into it, but I don't think I'm the only one who sees the ways Disney has always treated Uma and Mal differently.

I want to get this book and see if there's anything else about them. I really wished Disney and Descendants treated Uma better, though.

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I asked some questions to test my luck but ah well. at least i dont have to look both ways ten times the next time i cross the street. BUT oml what the hell was their problem? The amount of times my jaw dropped ??? Like Ayooo? "Go off king"???? Are you his queen???? "run laps around you"??? You keep it 'clean cut' to woo him????? "shopping partner"?????? You mean a fucking date???? Drawing each other unprompted????? Are you fucking kidding me?????? What the hell am i listening to? These fuckers got me exhausted. Like I woke up, listened to just 3 answers and was ready for a nap. Coffee flavored Ice cream MY HEARTTT!!!!!! (i wonder if i can get some coffee ice cream too) Sonic being like 'of course' when there's a mention of Shadow's caffeine addiction like he doesnt have a chilidog problem. They really are perfect for each other. Im surprised Shadow didn't say anything about it. Nah they did all this fruity shit on their OWN ACCORD! THEY DID IT THEMSELVES they did it themselves they did it themselves. Them influencing each other to the point where their opinions change on a FUCKING DIME: sonic: I dont have an opinion on orbot shadow: he sucks sonic: he sucks shadow: hes the best sonic: hes the best They really are so obsessed with each other it's concerning. If it were up to them they would spend their whole lives 'competing'. And these 'Competitions' 'Races' or whatever feel a lot like excuses to just be around each other. Oooooooooh their endless excuses. what is sonic's problem too? shadow opens up a smidge and the little blue bitch giggles. but i understand things had to be kept light for what theyre doing... i dont think sonic means to be... a little blue bitch. If they were alone i'd like to think sonic would be much more understanding and hear him out. But with possible kiddos listening in they couldn't get too deep into things. If it wasn't a 'Q&A Twitter/Tiktok' thing, and it was just them, I feel like they would talk all day and night. But they were getting to know each other and ahhh if was amazing. Hearing Shadow talk about himself and Sonic wanting to get to know him is the best and sweetest thing and all I was REALLY hoping for. Them just actually just sitting down and talking.

Deep thoughts:

Though I have been wondering what Shadow's beef with Sonic really boils down to. I highly doubt it but maybe Sonic reminds him more of Maria than he even wants to believe? Maybe at times he even sounds like her? Idk ??? How carefree and enthusiastic she was, helping shadow come out of his shell. IDK im a sonic noob !! He probably feels like this about a lot of people!

I can understand that there's more parallels with Maria and Amy than with Sonic and Amy. Putting myself in Shadow's shoes; I have a sister, I love like Shadow loves Maria. We are the best fucking friends. I can talk to her about ANYTHING. We're a team. But when it comes to finding a romantic partner, I dont want to look at my partner and just think of my sister lmao. But I would like a similar feeling. Comfortable, understanding, to have that team work, and able to talk about anything to them. And I think Sonic and Shadow have that if things were different I guess. Although Sonic doesn't always talk Shadow down from a decision, it does seem like they both can come to an agreement. "Two sides of the same coin". Like yeah, Sonic might've not been able to change Shadow's mind on going back to the Ark BUT I feel like Sonic probably wouldn't even try. I feel like he would probably even offer to join him for back up. IDK IDK IDK !!!! IM NEW TO SONIC STILL and all i've really seen of the two is some Game clips, some IDW stuff, and of course Sonic X and Sonic Prime. And some of the things my sister has told me. I got most of my IDW knowledge from her and pintrest ghhghg LiSTEN LISTEN LISTEN LISTEN LISTEN I know sonadow will never be canon, I KNOW !!!! i accept that. Sonamy runs this bitch and Im not even mad and I dont even care. honest to god i do not care. I just like Sonadow and will die on this stupid hill SO HAPPILY. But also it would be so funny if they were to be canon one day. I would lose my fucking mind and throw up. so for my own sanity and health, im glad that theyre never gonna be a thing. im sorry, but im already half way to calling my doctor. i dont think i can handle an official kiss. It's just pure brainrot thinking about how their complicated relationship would work. Love isn't just as simple as 1+1 , this shit has the whole alphabet and the whole fuckin pi in there and it could all add up to 0. I'm solving a math problem for fun BECAUSE IM STUPID AND LIKE TO SUFFER ‼‼‼‼‼‼ But they said the same thing about Bubbline and Korra/Asami and look how that turned out. It would be funny but at the same time reality would probably shatter and sonadow would have to save it again- like my profile says, Im gay and like gay things. let me perish.

I'm honestly the biggest yapper. I go quiet, think about shit, and open up like a shaken up soda can.

TLDR; sonadow takeover made me explode

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We hope you’ve enjoyed the first couple of weeks of fics from the Bottom Louis Fic Fest 2024! Every two weeks, we’re compiling all of the fics from that period into one roundup post so they’re easy to find for anyone looking to catch up on fics they missed. Enjoy these amazing fics and give them the love they deserve!

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make sure you kiss your knuckles before you punch me in the face

A fic by localopa on AO3 | @voulezloux on Tumblr

25k | Explicit | Tumblr post | Twitter post

things could be worse. harry doesn’t know what could be worse than being forced to do a tell-all interview with his ex friends with benefits that he still harbors feelings for, the only person he could ever see a future with, the person who truly hates him so much, he can’t help but hate him right back. but surely, worse things have happened at sea, right?

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More, More, More

A fic by thecheshirepussycat on AO3 | @the-cheshire-pussy-cat on Tumblr | @Bee_With_Mee on Twitter

9k | Explicit | Tumblr post | Twitter post

BLFF Prompt 216: 1980s AU. Harry is a singer and Louis is a groupie that Harry sleeps with. He becomes Harry’s inspiration for writing Rebel Yell by Billy Idol.

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.. / .-.. --- ...- . / -.-- --- ..- (I Love You)

A fic by emmli28 on AO3 | @emmli28 on Twitter

27k | Explicit | Tumblr post | Twitter post

Louis and Harry have been friends since they were children and Louis has had a crush on Harry for as long as he can remember. At a young age Louis learned how to say I love you in morse code and has used it to profess his love for Harry ever since. He has gifted him bracelets with the code, drawn it on his skin and tapped it into his body. Every time Harry has asked, Louis has just shrugged it off, unable to voice his true feelings. Louis and Harry are now moving to different cities for university and they won't be able to see each other every day, like they are used to. Will their friendship stand the test and will Louis ever be able to tell Harry how he feels?

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Upon the Plot Where I Took My Eternal Residence

A fic by daydreamlwts on AO3 | @daydreamlwts on Twitter

6k | Mature | Tumblr post | Twitter post

Prompt 39- Louis gets into a car accident in the middle of nowhere and Harry, who lives in the middle of nowhere, finds and helps him.

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all you're dreaming of

A fic by orleelou on AO3 | @orleelou on Tumblr | @orleelou on Twitter

61k | Mature | Tumblr post | Twitter post

In hindsight Louis should know there would be only one bed in the older man's room. It was a small inn attached to a pub downstairs, he should know. And it wasn’t a king sized bed where both of them could stay in their respective place without touching each other until the sun rose. The double bed was staring at Louis, taunting him and judging him for spending a night with clearly someone’s father who probably had children around his age.

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Fly Me To Places I've Never Been

A fic by BoosBabycakes on AO3 | @boosbabycakes28 on Tumblr | @BoosBabycakes28 on Twitter

47k | Explicit | Tumblr post | Twitter post

The plane is finally stabilized in the air, unfortunately Louis’ stress isn’t, anxiety and panic bubbling inside of him. All he can think about is how he is going to survive the longest flight of his life. He puts his airpods in, starts whatever playlist he prepared for the flight on shuffle while he is still embarrassingly hyperventilating. He closes his eyes, clutching onto his hoodie like his life depends on it when he feels a finger gently poking at his shoulder. He opens his eyes, taking one of his airpods off to hear a deep whisper, “Are you- Are you alright?” The voice is laced with worry. “You’re kind of scaring me. Are you afraid of flights?” The stranger seems genuinely concerned and it makes Louis want to cry even more. He doesn’t reply, simply shakes his head and thinks for a moment. Nothing can really get any worse at the moment so he grabs his phone from his lap, opens his note app and types, ‘MY EX IS SITTING BEHIND US WITH HIS NEW GIRLFRIEND’ . or The one where Louis’ ex ends up sitting right behind him with his new girlfriend on his flight back to Los Angeles, and the beautiful stranger next to him has an unexpected idea to help him get through the next five hours.

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a dream awaits in aisle number two

A fic by anditsonlyforthebrave on AO3 | @HARRYSC1NEMA on Twitter

6k | Not Rated | Tumblr post | Twitter post

“Hello, Louis,” the taller guy says, “looking as heavenly as ever” he comments, and Louis smiles. Definitely drunk, he thinks. “Had a fun night?” he asks, and Harry shrugs, “Niall’s cousin is visiting us for the week, and he bought us a bit too much to drink. How are you, Louis?” “Very tired, I can’t wait to sit down.” The next sentence that leaves Harry’s mouth leaves Louis speechless for multiple reasons. Or... Louis works nights in the local grocery store and has a silly little crush. Harry is a bit awkward, but it's not a coincidence that he as a silly little crush as well also known as prompt 159.

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Kiwi - It's your business!

A fic by Blue_Green28 on AO3 | @bluegreen28fics on Tumblr | @_blue_green28 on Twitter

23k | Explicit | Tumblr post | Twitter post

When ex-boybander Louis Tomlinson asks newcomer Harry Styles to be his support act for the next leg of his tour, he has no idea that he will gain more than just a support act. or, the one with the banter on tour

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Love is red and it looks so good on you

A fic by DaxitaIsDaydreaming on AO3 | @DaxitasDaydrmng on Twitter

12k | Mature | Tumblr post | Twitter post

“Mummy and Daddy love us, so they will love anything we do for them.” She turned to look at her twin and noticed that the doubt was still drawn in her gaze, so she proposed, “Look, you are closer to Daddy, you like Daddy's books and those things, so you will go to help Mum with his gift.” Dars nodded with a shy smile, so she continued, “Mummy loves me more and shares the things he likes with me, so I will go with Daddy.” “That’s not true, Mummy loves us equally,” she refuted with a slight pout. Mummy would be incapable of loving one more than the other. Right? “I don’t go around saying that Daddy loves me more than you.” “Because he doesn’t love you more than me,” she cut her off. Or the one where Louis and Harry's eighth anniversary is right around the corner and they don't have their gifts yet. But it's okay because their little alphas girls are ready to help them.

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Blue Nights

A fic by SilverStuff50 on AO3 | @silverstuff50 on Tumblr | @SilverStuff50 on Twitter

56k | Explicit | Tumblr post | Twitter post

Louis does what he needs to do to make ends meet, and if that means showing his body to make money, so be it, he'll use the gifts he's been given to keep him and his dad safe. When a mysterious benefactor starts to make demands on him, Louis has to question whether its the money or the man he's most tempted by.

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[thewintersoldierdisaster]

a/n: i’m normally an islanders girly, but i have a soft spot for svech, especially after the horrible news of his acl injury 🥺 honestly have no idea where this came from except i saw one of @ryanpulock ‘s anons mention taking care of svech after an injury, so here we go! entirely unedited because i hate rereading my own work lol

tw: smut, gratuitous and potentially wrong use of russian terms of endearment

summary: you want to take care of andrei a little after he gets a cut on his thigh.

The text from Jordan - “Don’t worry, he’s fine” - would be concerning on it’s own, but when it’s followed-up approximately ten minutes later with a text from Andrei - “Don’t worry, I am fine” - you’re heading quickly into a panicky state. Ignoring the fact that you’re out with friends, you open up Twitter and navigate to the Canes’ hashtag, scrolling anxiously until you spot the familiar last name.

A tweet from Cory Lavalette: Svechnikov is down and hurt.

Another one from Cory: Svechnikov did the splits while getting checked and was holding his left inner thigh.

Three minutes later: Further review, it looks like Kevin Hayes' skate caught Svechnikov in the thigh.

You feel like you might throw up. A cut from a skate blade is no joke. Depending on where on his thigh the blade caught him - you force yourself to stop that line of thinking and keep scrolling, breathing a sigh of relief when you see that Andrei was back on the ice a minute or so later. It’s solidly thirty minutes after the game’s ended (you didn’t realize it had gotten so late!), so he must be okay, if his and Jordan’s texts are the only ones about the whole thing. “Sorry, guys,” you sigh, gathering your jacket and purse, pushing away from the table. “I have to go. Just Venmo request me what I owe.”

Your best friend looks up, surprised, but then after she checks her phone, a sly grin stretches across her face and she teases, “going to get the benefits of those post-game endorphins?”

“A lady doesn’t kiss and tell,” you smirk, trying to hide your anxiety and worry about Andrei.

That gets the whole table jeering and heckling you, with your best friend laughing and proclaiming, “you’re sure as hell not a lady. Or do I need to bring out the keg stand video again?”

Waving her off with a snort of laughter and a vaguely rude gesture, you head for the door, blowing a kiss and slipping your arms into your jacket. The sounds of your friends’ voices follow you out of the restaurant, finally quieting once the door shuts behind you. You suck in a shaky breath, closing your eyes briefly. He’s fine - Jordan said so and Jordan wouldn’t lie about something like this. Even still, you’re nervous for the entire fifteen minute drive back to yours and Andrei’s apartment.

“Drei?” You call out his name when you push open the front door, kicking off your boots and dropping your house keys in the little bowl on the front hall table.

“In here,” his deep, accented voice echoes from the back of the apartment - your bedroom.

Shedding your jacket and draping it and your purse over the back of the couch - a bad habit that you’ve been trying to kick - you hurry down the hall towards him, needing to see him in one piece.

You freeze in the doorway when you finally lay eyes on him. He’s stretched out on the king-sized bed, shirtless and damp from his shower, clad only in a pair of tight black boxer-briefs. His legs are stretched out in front of him and he’s got one hand tucked behind his head, making his tricep bulge.

“Damn,” you mutter. It’s unfair how good-looking he is. And then your gaze lights on the thick white bandage wrapped around his left thigh, making the well-muscled bulk look even thicker. For some reason, the sight of the bandage makes his injury all the more real and tears prick at your eyes. “Andrei…” you whisper his name, hand pressing against your mouth to keep your emotions inside.

He shakes his head and smiles a little at you, a shadow of his dimple popping out on his cheek. “Ah, solnyshka, I’m fine. Just small scratch,” he says, voice warm and soaking over you like a blanket.

“But you got cut with a skate blade! A really sharp skate blade!” Your voice cracks a little. “It could’ve been really bad.”

Andrei gestures you forward with one hand and you obey instantly, not even thinking about it. His hand is warm on your wrist and he lifts your hand to his mouth to press a kiss to your palm. Your knees tremble. “But it was not,” he mumbles against your palm. “A few stitches, a bandage, and I’m good as new.”

“Stitches?” Your eyebrows lift and you look down at the bandage as if you’ve developed x-ray vision in the last thirty seconds.

“Two, three maybe. It is nothing,” he tugs at your wrist again, the dimple deepening on his cheek. His eyes twinkle. “But I think maybe I’m going to need a nurse to bring me back to 100%.”

His voice is low and you look up at his face, taking in the slow smirk that’s forming. “Oh a nurse, huh?” you murmur, warmth flooding your stomach from the way he’s looking at you.

“Mhm,” he hums, a deep rumble in his chest. His thumb is tracing an arc over your wrist, liquid heat crawling through your veins. “Now that I think about it, maybe it does hurt a little,” his lower lip pokes out in a small pout.

“Poor baby,” you whisper, licking your lower lip. Your throat feels dry. “I’ll have to be very gentle…”

Andrei’s eyes are dark, the tips of his ears are growing pink, and you can see the bulge in his boxer-briefs practically growing by the second. “What if I am a bad patient?” He lifts one eyebrow. “Will you be gentle then?”

You giggle. “Now, Mister Svechnikov, I know you can behave,” you dart forward and ghost a kiss over his lips. “When you want to.”

He tries to pull you down onto the bed, but you dance away quickly. “Solnyshka,” he pouts, “I’m not supposed to move. You have to come to me.”

“Let me change,” you reply, already pulling your sweater over your head. “These clothes are dirty.” The sweater gets tossed onto the chair in the corner and you kick off your jeans, leaning one knee on the bed. Andrei’s hands reach for you, the right one close enough to rest on your hip. He slides warm fingers around the curve of your ass and tries to pull you closer.

“Please,” he says. His accent is thick, vibrating around your brain and melting your heart. You love his voice. “I will be a good patient, I promise.”

You crawl closer to him, both of his hands on your hips now. One thick finger brushes under the waistband of your panties, sending a shiver down your spine. “Well, if you promise….” you trail off, dipping your head to press a kiss to inside of his bicep. One of your hands rests on his knee, fingers brushing over warm skin. He twitches, a little ticklish at your light touch. You grin at him, dragging your fingertips up the inside of his good thigh. The hair on his leg raises with goosebumps and the bulge of his cock grows. “You relax,” you murmur, “let me do the work.”

With a groan, Andrei drops back against the pillows he had propped behind his back, watching you with blown pupils as you climb in between his legs. He widens the space, offering you room to work. You lean back on your thighs, resting your hands lightly on Andrei’s shins. “You’ve got to tell me if you start hurting or it’s uncomfortable, okay?” you say, massaging your fingers into his calves. “I don’t want you to get hurt even more.”

“Maylshka,” Andrei groans the term of endearment, his hand stroking at himself through the fabric of his boxer-briefs, “you’re hurting me more by taking so much time.”

A snort of laughter leaves your nose involuntarily and you scoot up the bed, scraping your nails over his legs. “So impatient,” you mutter affectionately, a weird twist in your stomach when your gaze lands on the bandage again. A reminder that he was hurt. That it could’ve been more serious. Swallowing heavily, you duck your head and press a kiss to the inside of his right knee, scraping teeth over skin as you move up his inner thigh, kissing and biting gently as you go.

Andrei shifts under you, the bed dipping and swaying as he adjusts. One of his large hands twist in your hair, tangling the strands between his fingers and tugging, just this side of painful. The other hand bumps against the top of your head as he wraps it around his growing cock, stroking himself firmly. The steady movement of his hand makes his body move, in turn making your own body jostle. You bite into the corded muscle of his inner thigh and Andrei hisses, hand jerking out of rhythm.

“I thought I was taking care of you?” you mumble against his heated skin, leaning back and angling so your shoulder doesn’t bump against his wrapped thigh. Your fingers curl in the waistband of his underwear, the fabric already stretched to its limits between Andrei’s hand and erection. “You can take care of yourself on the road.”

His voice is raspy when he replies, “just helping you along, malyshka. Don’t want you to get tired.” He groans when you slide your hand over his and squeeze.

“I’m wide awake, Drei,” you murmur, knocking his hand aside and replacing it with your own. He’s hot and hard in your hand, a familiar weight. Your thumb brushes over the red, weeping tip of him and his hips buck involuntarily. A slow smirk spreads across your lips. Before you can bend your head, Andrei uses the hand that’s still tangled in your hand to force your face up to his. He cups your chin in his free hand and slants his lips over yours in a hungry kiss. You return it in kind, leaning into him, enjoying the groan he lets loose into your mouth when your hand twists around his cock.

He pulls back from the kiss, dropping his head against the headboard with a thunk. “I want to flip you over on your back and make you come until you cry,” he mutters, stretching out his left leg a little.

You laugh and kiss the side of his neck, licking at a bead of water that’s dripped down from his hair. He shivers. “Give yourself a little time to heal and then you can have me any way you want,” you promise. “Just let me take care of you tonight.”

Without giving him a chance to answer, you slide down his body, pressing soft kisses to his chest as you go and flicking one flat nipple with your tongue, drawing a strained laugh from Andrei’s throat. He murmurs your name and you kiss his stomach, just under his belly button, “lift,” you command, hooking your fingers in the elastic waist of his underwear and tugging them down. His erection jumps free, curving up to his stomach, thick and red and waiting for you. Your mouth waters at the sight of him and you dart your tongue out and lick the tip of him delicately.

“Fuck!” he curses, hand tightening in your hair. You press down on his good thigh with your free hand to keep him in place, not that you have a chance in hell of holding Andrei down if he really wants to move. But your fingers curl against his skin and you take him into your mouth, hollowing your cheeks. The head of his cock bumps against the roof of your mouth and you shift on your knees to change the angle, taking him deeper. Andrei groans and moans above you, vocalizing his approval. He’s too big to take all of him in your mouth, so you wrap your hand around the remaining inches and squeeze, knowing he loves the pressure. His hand pushes your face down and your nose bumps his lower stomach. His hold on your head is loose though, and you could pull back if you wanted. You don’t want to.

Bracing yourself on his thigh, you lean forward, taking him deeper. Spit dribbles out of your mouth, making a mess of Andrei and the sheets below him. He bucks his hips, trying to restrain himself so he doesn’t hurt you, but when you him around him, flattening your tongue against the underside of his cock, he shouts and pushes further down your mouth, hitting the back of your throat. You breathe sharply through your nose, trying to stave off a gag, and inhale Andrei’s familiar musk mixed with the lavender-citrus body wash you’d bought for yourself but had been sneakily stolen by your boyfriend. You press your thighs together, pressure to help the throbbing between your legs. Andrei moves, like he wants to reach down and touch you, but you squeak a little when your head gets trapped between his pelvis and his stomach.

“Sorry,” he rumbles, “sorry.” His free hand strokes at your cheeks, your forehead, the back of your neck, and you shiver. You him around him again, sucking hard. Andrei groans your name, barely resisting the urge to thrust into your mouth. You encourage him, squeezing his shaft.

He tenses under your touch and comes in your mouth with a shouted string of Russian curses. You swallow quickly, a little overwhelmed, and Andrei’s grip on your hair loosens. He looks down at you with glazed eyes as you release him with a wet pop. a string of saliva connects your lips and his softening cock and you swipe at it quickly. “You are….” he mumbles, chuckling, speechless.

“I know,” you grin at him, wiping at the corners of your mouth. You wiggle up the mattress, rest your wrists on his shoulders, and kiss him sweetly. Andrei’s hands are heavy on your hips, sliding down the curve of your ass.

He yawns a little, blushing and mumbling an apology. “It’s not you,” he rushes to say and you giggle, kissing his cheek.

“You’ve had a long day, baby,” you reply, sliding out from between his legs and climbing off the bed. “Get comfy, I’m going to shower really quick and rinse the day off.”

Andrei catches your hand as you turn for the bathroom, a pout on his lips and a furrow between his brows. “But I didn’t get to have my way way you,” he whines.

“Tomorrow, big boy,” you promise, ignoring the throbbing between your legs. “I wanted to take care of you tonight.” You slip from his grip and dance off to the bathroom, loving that he wants to make sure you’re satisfied too. You take the world’s shortest shower, soaping up and shampooing in record time. You skip conditioner, willing to pay the price of slightly dry hair in order to cuddle with Andrei sooner.

By the time you pad back into the bedroom, clad in one of Andrei’s old shirts, he’s flat on his back, eye shut, and snoring softly. You smile softly at him, heart filling with even more love for your boyfriend. He looks even younger when he’s sleeping. Carefully, you climb into bed and tuck yourself against Andrei’s right side. His mouth hangs open a bit and his left arm is thrown over his forehead. As soon as you touch his side, he stirs a little, blinking and scrunching his face. “Mmm,” he hums, wrapping his arm around your back and pulling you close. You go easily, draping your arm over his stomach and resting your head on his chest.

“Night, Drei,” you whisper, brushing your nose against his skin.

“Ya tebya lyublyu,” he mumbles, breathing evening out again.

When you wake up in the morning, Andrei’s head is pillowed on your chest and he has both arms wrapped around you, holding you like a teddy bear. You blink sleepily and rest your cheek against the top of his head. Your legs are tangled with his, the bandage brushing against your thigh. You comb your fingers through Andrei’s hair gently, easing him awake.

“Hi, sleeping beauty,” you giggle as he blinks awake.

“Ditto,” Andrei says, voice hoarse with sleep. He buries his face into your chest. “Stay in bed.”

“I wish, but someone has to work so we can afford this life we’ve become accustomed to,” you joke, laughing even harder when Andrei’s fingers dig into your side, tickling you now that he’s wide awake.

This is absolutely your favorite way to wake up.

[brabblesblog]

𝕽𝖊𝖒𝖊𝖒𝖇𝖊𝖗 𝖞𝖊 𝖓𝖔𝖙 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖋𝖔𝖗𝖒𝖊𝖗 𝖙𝖍𝖎𝖓𝖌𝖘.

Ch 4: My throne for her heart

A sequel to Whither is thy beloved gone? (AO3)

After the events of ‘Whither is thy beloved gone?’ Lord Astarion Ancuńin and his consort wife navigate their relationship anew. The ghosts of the past - his, hers, and theirs - threaten to unravel everything they’ve worked for.

A little intimacy in the heart of their dominion starts conversations that have been waiting far too long.

Now professionally edited by @midnight-musings-of-nyx

Originally beta'd by @leomonae and @kringle-c

Read on AO3.

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Full photo on twitter.

Ban looked at her husband, at the way he tried to play his request off as something playful and not something he needed. She easily saw through it, however, to the ever-present fear in his eyes. The fear was usually muted but was now so close to the surface; doubt threatening to drag him down into its endless depths.

She felt it in his grip, tremulous and softer than was his wont, as if he was holding fine china instead of muscle and sinew - resisting the urge to hold on tightly. She saw it in his chest, rising and falling a little too fast and in his eyes, the gaze rather distant.

He looked like a man drowning, yet she saw his concern was only for her comfort.

Ban shifted a leg to straddle him fully - Astarion’s eyes widened a fraction, even as his smile widened and his arms pulled her closer. She settled right above his cock, grinding against him once; the answering gasp was enough to tell her she’d read him right.

Her dearest Astarion, king of her heart, light of her life, although she still couldn’t bring herself to tell him that. Gone were the days when she would fiercely revel in hurting him, those early months after the rite where they’d traded venomous barbs just as they’d traded favors. Even still, she sometimes found a small sense of satisfaction in doing it.

Like today.

The Vampire Ascendant wouldn’t - I know you’re still in there, prick!

A little harsh, she thought to herself. Maybe a lot harsh. The roiling anger had yet to fully abate, but she’d cooled down enough to acknowledge at least that much. She scanned his features, seeing nothing but heartache and fear and that ever-present doubt all wrapped up in a slightly drunken and playful exterior.

The light of her life. He deserves to know. But she just couldn’t, not yet. Someday. But not now. Later. Perhaps she could comfort him with a lesser truth, instead.

“I’m not … good.” It slipped from her lips, a small confession of her own. “I never have been.”

She recalled his own words, a distant memory, nearly forgotten: I'm not... good. Never was. But I do try, at least when it comes to you.

Seven thousand dead, after all; condemned without a second thought, for him. Had they not had the complication of his changed behavior… she doubted she’d ever have regretted it at all. The judgment from their former friends and allies, her own dreams of a quiet life pushed to the wayside. All for him. All for love.

A small snort escaped Astarion, a smile crinkling his eyes as he nodded in recognition of his own echoed words. His hands slipped upwards, searching for the lacing on the back of her dress. “I am aware,” he murmured, head tilting up to meet her in a light kiss. Ban could feel him smiling into it, seemingly amused despite his nervousness. “That has never been an issue.”

“Not even when I -”

“- hurt me?” Another kiss, this time on her cheek; he drew his legs closer together, allowing her to straddle him more comfortably. “Were we to lay out just how often we’ve torn each other’s hearts out, darling, I’m sure you’d find there would be nothing left to save.”

Uttered in a careless purr, certainly, but this was what he feared most.

His deft, quick, fingers undid the laces of her dress, fingertips ghosting over the skin of her back. She shivered at the contact, his warmer body temperature sometimes still disconcerting. She noticed it less and less as time passed, however the stress of the day had brought older, gentler, memories to the forefront.

All the memories of before, of those nights spent within the tent or under the stars - he’d been cold in all of them. Cold like stone, eyes warm like embers, heart slow and yet so full of untainted love.

Her hands pushed his jacket and shirt off his shoulders; a move she remembered doing all too often back in those days, and gods, she shouldn’t be thinking about the past right now…

Both armor and undershirt fell from his shoulders in one motion, the touch of cool skin pleasant against her calloused palms. Underneath her he sighed, rolling his eyes as she lightly touched the gash on his chest. “This isn’t healing well,” she said, tracing the wound with a finger.

“It’ll be fine in a day or two,” Astarion answered, looking at her with an amused expression. She was straddling him; it would be one of many precious nights where they would explore each other’s bodies without pushing him too much. As soon as the clothes were off, he had a hand between her legs, fingers brushing over her clit with a teasing lightness. “For now, I suggest you focus on… something else.”

She laughed, a joyous, uncomplicated thing with him. “Can’t really focus elsewhere when it’s staring me in the face, Astarion. It looks bad. You should be more worried.”

He fixed his eyes on her then, offered a warm smile in return. “I can worry later. Right now I can only see you.”

“Ban?”

She blinked as she heard that same voice, his voice, and locked eyes with him. Astarion had finished shrugging his jacket off, he was watching her with a guarded gaze.

He knew she’d been lost in memories, memories of the him he was before, but he tried to ignore it. His hands began to move back to her dress, intending to lift it off her.

“I- let me,” she said, hoping to cover up that lapse in attention. She climbed off his lap, slipping out of her dress and underwear. Astarion froze for a moment, eyes following her every move; recovering quickly, he pushed off the rest of his clothing, kicking it away.

As Ban returned to his lap, Astarion let out a rough sigh; his hand wrapping around the swell of her ass. “You’re thinking,” he murmured, brow furrowing. He didn’t need to say what she was thinking about; they were both aware. “It’s been-”

“More than a year. I know.” She sighed. Nearly 15 months. She’d known him far longer as the Ascendant than she had before the ritual. Guilt bubbled in her stomach at this, guilt at still missing that version of him - as if he wasn’t the same man. She forcibly pushed the thought away, but not before mumbling a hurried “I’m sorry”.

Astarion looked away, then shrugged. “Forgiven, as always.” She could see the clench of his jaw and the hard gaze he was leveling at nothing in particular.

“It’s just… It hurts, and I wonder at times if… if he could have done this. If he could’ve gone behind my back, knowing I wasn’t ready for him to know that part of me. If he could’ve taken my choice away.” He opened his mouth but she pressed on before he could continue. “I know. He could have. You could have.”

He regarded her for a moment longer, then leaned forward, accepting her explanation. Hesitant lips met her own, the kiss unsure and almost frightened, his breath shaky.

“I would have told you of your family,” he whispered in between kisses, “eventually.”

Ban wasn’t sure how much of that was truth and how much was Astarion trying to convince himself. But for now, she found it sufficient.

“Not forgiven just yet,” she replied, her hand moving to rest over his heart, hips gently rolling against him. She was wet, despite her words; the sight of him lounging on his throne had always sent arousal shooting through her, without fail. She could feel his body responding to her proximity, his breath catching and his cock beginning to throb. A small, half-stifled groan escaped from his lips, seemingly equal parts want and frustration at her statement.

“You act like that’s a novel experience for me, darling,” Astarion quipped; he couldn’t completely hide the bitterness in his voice. The hand on her ass urged her to fully press against him; his cock twitched at the contact, head flushed and tip glistening. A small shiver went through him and she ran a hand soothingly through his curls, noting that despite the desire, there was tension in his movements.

The wetness of her cunt made him groan and he thrusted up gently, seeking friction and warmth. His length rubbed her clit, eyes flicking down to her breasts, as if he was admiring her body. She couldn’t exactly explain why, but it seemed off.

“Can we just-” He took a small pause as he considered what to say. The hand on Ban’s ass squeezed once, as if to remind himself that she was there and on top of him. “Just love me.”

Ban frowned, the tone and the words heightening her concern. She touched his cheek, guiding him to meet her gaze, and she realized she’d guessed right - he was hiding his face; the pain and fear there now impossible to conceal.

“Astarion.” These would be the most important words she’d utter today; angry or not, they needed to be said. “Listen carefully. I have, I do, and I will always love you.” She said it slowly, making sure each word was clear, hoping he’d understand.

The words seeped through him, soothing the wounds in his heart and Astarion found that he could manage a tiny smile. “Even after everything?” It came out teasingly, he hoped. His body, however, couldn’t fully hide his relief; his shoulders sagged and his breath let out in contentment. His hips rolled faster, rubbing against her core and earning him her low moan as he dragged against her clit. His free hand wrapped around the armrest, bracing himself a little better.

Ban chuckled, the sound made him melt. “I’ll still be upset in the morning, but in the end I’ll always choose you, choose us. We’ll get through it.” Stroking her thumb over his cheek, she slipped her other hand down to wrap around his length, causing his hips to jerk. A few strokes, just enough to ensure he was rock hard, and she lined herself up above him.

“Good enough,” he choked out. He shifts his legs, placing them closer together to better support her weight. There was still some trepidation and hurt - she still hasn’t forgiven me, what if she never will? bounced around his mind unbidden - but the latter half of her statement soothed him. She’d chosen him - him, who wasn’t enough, who’d always been someone’s plaything and never much more, something to be discarded once used, someone who’d become a monster in his quest for freedom. Him.

Running his tongue lightly up her neck, he was utterly lost in his love for her, every sense overtaken by her presence. He could feel her heat, taste her sweat, smell her want... He could see that she was in this moment with him, and he could hear how close she was - all he needed to do was push in. Astarion repositioned his feet, firmly planting them against the white marble floor; he held back for a few moments, cock throbbing, a reminder of just how easy it would be to bury himself in her and fuck.

That wasn’t what he wanted, however.

Say it again, darling? is what he planned to say, preferably in a low, purring tone.

“Say it again, please,” was what slipped out instead.

Her response was immediate, unhesitating. “I love you.” Another smile, another of those she saved only for him, and he finally watched her sink down and take him home.

Astarion’s eyes fell shut as he drank in the sensation of her all around him; tight, warm, wet - her. He’d fucked scores of people on this very same throne when she’d been gone. A procession of warm bodies, little more than cunts and cocks used to try to forget her, a tactic that had felt a little too close to his past to be comfortable; but he hadn’t had a choice, had he, when he’d needed something, anything, to forget-

He shook off the spiraling thoughts. But she’s here, now, he told himself. Here to stay, even when he’d upset her - although, he reminded himself, that is something he’d need to make amends for. But still. She’d stayed.

He opened his eyes, smiling despite himself. No fantasy he’d used back then could ever compare to the reality of this: Ban staring down at him as she began to move her hips, pleasuring them both. Of this sight, for him alone, of being the only one chosen to give her this, despite everything. He gripped her ass tighter, feeling the muscles shift with every move; he placed his other hand on her back to support her, fingers tracing gentle circles on the soft skin. Her weight pressed on him; not unpleasantly, but enough that his legs tensed to hold them both in place.

Astarion felt himself approaching his climax, perhaps a little too fast; not much surprise there. He’d spent the whole day anxious, worried she wouldn’t come home, and the relief of her being here and loving him affected him like nothing else. He considered just letting go, letting himself rut up into her, chasing his release, but thought better of it. Not yet.

He bit the inside of his cheek, enough for the pain to partially distract him from the mounting coil of desire in his core. “Wait,” he groaned as she lifted herself up and then sank back down again, the drag of her walls around him almost enough to push him over. “Let me- else I won’t last.”

She cocked her head at him, stilling for a second, then languidly rolled her hips in one smooth, teasing move. A low, desperate whine escaped him. “Then don’t, love. Let me make love to you, like you asked. Let me give you this.”

Gods. Who was he to refuse that? He nodded, a little too vigorously perhaps, eyes locked onto hers. She stroked his cheek again and he leaned into it, expression impossibly tender. “You need not do this, Ban,” he said, although his mind screamed yes, yes!

“I want to.”

Hearing nothing but absolute certainty there, Astarion finally allowed himself to relax back into the moment. He pressed her closer to him, wanting, needing more contact. His eyes roamed her face and he felt her hand rest on his chest, covering the heart that beat only for her, that beat because of her.

She rode him, utterly focused on bringing him to peak, her speed increasing just enough to build upon his pleasure, but not so much that he couldn’t relish every motion. He could feel every clench, that slick warm grip sending his mind reeling and his cock weeping deep inside her. A quick angling of her hips allowed her to sink him even deeper and he almost cried out. Each thrust now buried him to the hilt, and he fought the urge to let his eyes roll back into his head from the pleasure, wanting to see her. Her, his Ban, his consort, no, his wife, his beloved, his heart-

“That’s it,” she whispered encouragingly, one hand bracing on the armrest as she moved. “Come for me, love.”

He couldn’t help the whine that erupted from his lips as he came, fingers digging into Ban’s skin, holding on for dear life. He could feel her hips continuing to roll as he spilled inside her, vision going blurry as his whole being narrowed down into a pinpoint of white-hot pleasure. Astarion rode it out, hips jerking involuntarily and heart hammering against her palm.

Loved. He felt loved, a feeling that had admittedly been more common lately, but one he’d feared he’d lost in light of his deception. To know that it was still there even when things were turbulent was a reassuring comfort he had never known before.

To know that Ban wasn’t bolting at the first sign of trouble; to know he was loved and chosen still.

Perhaps he could eventually even believe he’s enough.

Ban watched Astarion come down from his high, breaths shallow as he finally released his grip on her ass. He sagged back against the throne, glassy eyes refocusing on her. He was as beautiful as ever, marble skin flushed and coated in a sheen of sweat. She could feel him softening inside her, and leaned forward to press a soft kiss to his lips. That’s plenty for today, she thought. She didn’t think she had it in her to finish herself off; she was tired and mentally exhausted, and didn’t want him to feel insecure if she couldn’t come. But she’d loved giving him this, and it was enough for her.

His kisses felt a lot more confident, Astarion meeting her with equal fervor. When he finally pulled away, his eyes were shining; his hand slipping down to rest on Ban’s inner thigh, waiting for her to say yes.

She looked down, considering it. She was achingly wet, the desire compounded by the fact that he was still inside her, but she also wasn’t sure she actually could - the day’s events had been rather taxing on her, and she was beginning to tire from being spread open and riding him.

As if noting her indecision, Astarion’s brow furrowed. “Tell me what you want, p-”

He winced, quickly clearing his throat. “Darling.”

Ban raised an eyebrow. She’d asked him, long ago, to stop calling her pet, and he had done so without complaint or misstep; today would have been the first. But she understood why he’d nearly slipped. After all, she’d invoked the Ascendant, then they’d ended up on the throne after an argument, and this request was one he’d often employed after he’d first ascended.

“Thank you,” she said, acknowledging his effort to correct himself. “I would like to try, but…”

I don’t want to not finish and complicate things. Disappoint you, make you doubt.

“Might be better for me to take care of it myself, lest it end up being unsuccessful.”

He thought, silent for a moment. “May I at least help?” Before he could stop himself, he pushed on. “I’m still me. Let me please you. The way I did back then.”

Let me please you. Another familiar phrase, one he used to say in the privacy of their tent. She couldn’t help but feel wistful at the memory, but there is a wave of guilt that accompanies it at the realization that it’s still on his mind; she too finds navigating their renewed relationship challenging at times.

“Look. You can, and I would love you to, but-”

Her words died in her mouth as Astarion’s fingers slipped higher, two of them finding her clit and flicking once.

Pitched low, his voice washed over her, a gust of wind reigniting the embers of her desire. “Darling,” he purred, the wry grin she knew so well back on his face, “do you really want to go? Or do you want to come?”

The line was both hilarious and effective; Ban stifled a small laugh. “Fine. I can try to come, if that’s agreeable with you.”

His answer was quick and effortless. “Of course, love.” He considered for a moment, head tilting, then gently nudged her off his lap. As she stood, he finally slipped out of her, the loss of contact sending a small pang of regret through them both.

“Now come back,” Astarion said, spreading his legs wide and sitting further back, giving her ample space between his parted legs. “Sit, with- yes, that.”

She settled back onto the throne, her back to his chest. Astarion drew her close, arms wrapping around her waist; he settled his head next to hers to look down at her body, his breath tickling her ear.

Feeling his warm breaths ghost over her, she shivered. The sensation was so like before, and yet so different. The pale hand gliding up to cup a breast paused, and a soft kiss was pressed against her cheek.

“Tell me,” he whispered, “what you want. Where, faster, slower - everything.”

She couldn’t help the groan that escaped her at his words, watching his other hand slowly trace a path from her chest down to her belly. There was a soft press of lips against her temple, a light brush of fingers against her nipple that made her jerk. She noted, though, the tone of his voice - that silky-smooth purring was too perfect, and sighed. “I will, if you’ll relax.”

Astarion took a deep, rather shaky, breath; she felt his chest expanding against her back. “I… I can,” he said, the hand on her belly tracing gentle circles. “The offer remains, however. Anything you want, and it is yours…”

A small nod, and she leaned back against him, settling against the crook of his neck. “Touch me.”

The moment he did wasn’t electric, but soothing, satisfying that gnawing need growing in her core. His fingers moved in light, careful movements, not teasing but rather drawing out her pleasure. “That isn’t quite enough instruction, Ban. A little more would be highly appreciated,” he rumbled from behind her.

“A little faster, and…” She paused, unsure how to say it.

Her lack of experience had always been an ever-present thing, and letting herself fully go was a challenge. She’d come close during their adventures, but that ability had felt lost since their relationship had deteriorated after the rite. Ordering him around was one thing; letting him know clearly and honestly what she desired from him was far more challenging.

“Harder?” he offered. “I know precisely what to do, but I would so love to hear it from you.”

She whimpered, torn, and instead she grabbed his hand, leading it to her entrance.

“Ah,” Astarion nipped her ear, a gentle scrape of fangs that made her buck as his fingers traced around her opening. “So wet for me, so needy, and yet you won’t say it.”

The hand on her waist pulled her tighter to him, encouraging her to rest against him, letting her feel every rise and fall of his chest. He wasn’t leaning against the back of the chair, instead he held them both upright, without effort. The fingers skating across her entrance finally slipped inside in one smooth move; a moan escaped her.

“There,” he cooed, eyes fixed on his hand. “I adore the way you look with my fingers inside you. Positively divine." He kept his fingers still for a moment, smirking when she tried to cant her hips and fuck herself on them.

“Tut, tut,” he chided. “I won’t move unless you tell me precisely what to do. Since you have provided no commands…”

“Just fuck me, gods, Astarion,” she hissed out, desperation winning out over embarrassment.

That elicited a small laugh, and he began pumping his fingers in and out.

Ban bucked at the sensation, hips lifting up to chase his fingers, her own hands gripping his thighs for purchase; the evidence of her desire and the remnants of his release visible with every pass. Astarion felt his cock begin to stir again, and was unable to prevent the low groan that escaped him. It did seem to affect her, however; she clenched around his fingers at the sound.

That she wants him, was aroused by the simple sound of him groaning, brought a lazy satisfaction to him; he began to languidly rut against her ass, fingers still thrusting in and out of her.

It didn’t escape his notice that she was starting to willingly talk about what she wanted, even if he had to coax it out. More often than not, she’d skirt it and let him decide, which wasn’t necessarily a bad thing: he knew the way she wanted everything, centuries of being attuned to people’s desires making her an easy study. However, hearing her say it was entirely different, a gesture of openness that he very much preferred. He quietly congratulated himself for this attempt today, though; it seemed like being drunk had given him just enough courage to try again without worrying about being rejected.

She wants me, needs me, whether it be my voice or my cock or even just my fingers. Not just that, even my laughter, and the way I banter at her over meals, and just… me, really. She’s even willing to open up and tell me what she desires, now - and maybe I am enough?

He will be enough, he swore. In every way she wanted him to be.

“You’re doing so well, love,” he purred, “but I’m certain there’s at least one more thing you’d like to ask of me.” He let his thumb graze over her clit, and was rewarded with the sensation of nails digging into the meat of his thighs.

“Yes, that,” she murmured, as if embarrassed.

“That… what?” he asked, the perfect picture of mock innocence; he lifted his thumb away.

“I want you to touch my clit,” Ban finally managed to say, the words dragged through her lips.

“There we go,” Astarion growled into her ear approvingly, pitching his voice low and rough. “My very good girl.”

He thought that was enough pushing her for now; finally allowing his thumb to press against her clit, stroking it a little to the-

“That side, yes,” she breathed, and he was amused by the sudden forwardness, a sudden wave of affection flooding him. The lazy way he’d been rutting into her hadn’t intensified; he had no intention of going further, but it felt nice, all the same. He rested his head on her shoulder as he finally let her have what she wanted, fingers driving into her faster, curling just the way she liked, his thumb alternating between lazy circles and stroking the side she prefers.

“I… I didn’t stumble onto the contract.” It slipped out of her mouth, and Astarion froze, the hand still cupping her breast tightening slightly. “I waited until you were asleep, and searched for it.”

He barely had to fight back the urge to call her out for her hypocrisy, to say something he wouldn’t mean in a day or so. He wasn’t daft, and this information didn’t surprise him at all. Instead he leaned forward to mouth at her neck.

“I won’t say I’m not…”

Upset? Piqued? Astarion weighed his words. His fingers resumed sliding in and out of her, although a little more absently. “Well, I’m not too pleased, I suppose. But it matters little.”

I love you too much to hold it against you.

The kiss on her neck turned into a light nip, fangs playfully grazing against her skin. “There,” he murmured. “Your punishment.”

Ban laughed, the sound cut off when he purposely thumbed her clit faster in response. “You could do better than that, Astarion,” she challenged, a hand snaking up to gently grab a fistful of his silver curls, and he couldn’t help the way his cock throbbed at her insolent, playful tone and the feel of his hair being tugged.

He resumed thrusting against her ass, each roll of his hips sending a dull sense of pleasure through him. He doubted he’d come again, but didn’t mind; his focus was on her. His fingers worked, fucking her harder, making sure to graze her spot with every pass, thumb rubbing her clit at precisely the angle he knew she liked best. He felt sweat beading both their bodies, wondered for a moment if they’d ruined the upholstery, then decided they could always have it redone.

“Would you like me to bite?” he asked, mouth still poised over her neck. “You need only ask, my love.” He phrased it as sweetly as he could, but the rutting against her only increased in fervency, a hint of his own excitement at the prospect of tasting her again.

He swore he could taste her every day and still not get used to it - nothing else came close. Astarion felt her clench around his fingers, the tightness intensifying. He responded accordingly, stroking her clit more firmly, fingers curling as they worked in and out of her core. Perfect, he thought. He figured if he timed it right, he could bring her over the edge as he sank his fangs in.

“Make it hurt,” she growled at him, baring her neck. The words sent a bolt of pure lust straight through him, his hips grinding against her in response. For a moment he considered flipping her around and burying himself in her, into that delectable heat, just pounding into her again and again without a second thought, drinking her blood, cock sheathed to the hilt-

No. You’ve already had your fill, he told himself. The love and trust she was showing him was more than enough.

Instead he bared his fangs, jaw widening, and sank them in. Hard, as requested, but precise - he knew not to cause too much pain.

The surge of blood into his mouth made him moan, his hips involuntarily thrusting harder, but he kept most of his attention on her - on the way she gasped and jerked in his arms, the way her hand tightened in his hair, the way her cunt clamped down on his fingers as she finally came, the surge of wetness that told him he’d done his job well.

He drank; not a lot, nowhere near the amount he used to, when he’d needed it for sustenance. And he held her close, too, taking her through her orgasm; rubbing, thrusting, squeezing, sucking. Once her body’s movements subsided to mere shivers, he licked over the pinprick wounds; swallowing down his last mouthful with a pang of regret.

Ban sagged against him, hand falling away from his hair as she nuzzled into his neck. He looked down at her, taken by the sight. His own hips stilled, burgeoning lust abating, replaced by a fierce, unbridled affection for the woman sprawled against him.

A small kiss on her cheek was all he managed; no words seemed sufficient for the sheer joy of the moment. He was aware it was partially relief - relief that she hadn’t taken his transgression as something to leave him over - but most of his joy was due to simple, blind, devotion.

Ban shifted against him. “Well that must’ve sobered you up some,” she teased, and he barked out a laugh in response.

“Positively,” he admitted. “Shall we clean up and go to bed, then, darling?”

Inwardly, he was just pleased to have her back. She stood, and he followed. He swayed, belatedly, realizing he might still be a little tipsy.

A loud laugh erupted from his dearest, his wife, his Ban, and her arms wrapped around him to help support him. They were both naked; he flapped a hand at her when she hesitated, looking over at their discarded clothing.

“Let the servants deal with it tomorrow. What do we even pay them for, if not to pick up after us?”

She snorted, unabashed, and he grinned at the sound. It was getting easier for her to open up around him, and he cherished every little sign of it. “Fine. Let’s go, you lush.”

He let her guide him without protest, leaning on her. There would be more discussions to be had over the issue of her family, certainly, but for now? He was loved. He was happy.

If you would like to see more of these two and their story, consider reading my other entries in the series "If I ascend up into heaven, thou art there: if I make my bed in hell, behold, thou art there."

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Malleus and Silver - First Steps

Permission to write this short fic was granted by the artist @ohsleepie on Twitter, please give him a follow! Thank you for the inspiration, Sleepie!! *sends hugs*

𝕃𝕖𝕥’𝕤 𝕤𝕖𝕖 𝕟𝕠𝕨, 𝕀 𝕓𝕖𝕝𝕚𝕖𝕧𝕖 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕒𝕝𝕖 𝕘𝕠𝕖𝕤 𝕒 𝕝𝕚𝕥𝕥𝕝𝕖 𝕤𝕠𝕞𝕖𝕥𝕙𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕝𝕚𝕜𝕖…

Time flies for humans, that was becoming more and more apparent to the fae prince as he stared at Silver as he lay in his cradle sleeping the afternoon away. It seemed like only yesterday when Malleus first saw Silver bundled tightly in his blue blanket, not even able to open his eyes. It seemed like only yesterday when he was still listening to the cries only a newborn could make- that particular pitch and distinctive sound was now gone and replaced with happy babbles and a developing voice. While Malleus knew it had only been about eight months, it still amazed him how quickly Silver had grown in such a short few months. Soon Silver would be running about and speaking properly, soon he would be able to learn to read and write…

Truly time was passing at an alarming rate for the babe who slept before him, Malleus could see it clearly. Time was fleeting for humans- and Silver was living proof of it. Soon enough he was brought out of his thoughts by the sounds of whimpers coming from the baby who was just waking up from his short nap. Silver slowly opened his glistening aurora eyes and stared up at Malleus, reaching out to him with a giggle.

“I see you had a good nap, Silver, I can never quite understand how you seem to always be sleepy, little Beasty.” Malleus replied softly as he lifted Silver into his arms before placing him on the rug to play with his toys, sitting across from the baby, he watched him carefully.

“Hmm?” Silver mumbled as he stared at Malleus with wonder, never once looking away.

“What is it? You keep staring at me- what a bold little human you are, Beasty, staring right at your future king.” Malleus laughed a little, earning a small yet adorable head tilt from Silver as he reached out a hand. “Do you need something?”

“Mmm…” Came another reply from the baby who was now attempting to stand on all fours like a kitten.

“Silver, Beasty- what are you- Oh! Humans learn to walk at this age! Come here, come on, come to Mal Mal, Beasty!” Malleus encouraged as he watched Silver wobble on his two tiny legs over to him, taking small, careful steps towards the fae prince. “Come on, just a little closer now! You can do it!”

Malleus reached out his arms to catch the wobbly child as he happily fell into his chest, laughing and squealing with joy at his accomplishment. Malleus hugged him close, praising him for his effort.

“You did it, Beasty! I am so proud of you! You took your first steps, and to me, your father will definitely be jealous because you walked for me and not him! Haha!” He lifted Silver onto his chest and let the baby play with his horns as he babbled away, likely about how he took his first steps. “Oh really? Well I bet it was hard.”

“Bah beeh!” Silver happily babbled as he patted Malleus’s face happily. “Baahhh!!”

“I bet! You definitely took a stumble at the end, yes?”

“Hmm!” Malleus laughed at Silver’s adorable responses, it was almost like Silver could understand what he was telling him.

“Alright, Beasty, let’s give walking another go, hm?” He carefully set Silver back on the floor, allowing Silver to stand up again on his own, to his surprise, he did. “Try again, Beasty, go on now.”

Silver stood on his wobbly legs and looked around as if seeing where he wanted to go, soon enough he made his decision and wobbled over to his cradle with a yawn, not caring if his pacifier fell to the ground.

“Ah… I should have known, did that sudden burst of energy tire you out that quickly, Beasty? This is getting quite concerning…” Malleus sighed with a smile, picking Silver back up and tucking him back into bed to sleep once more. “Goodnight, Beasty, I am so proud of you, you are growing up so fast… too fast…”

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[alicentlyhightowered]

I actually can’t believe this has to be put into words but considering I’ve seen MULTIPLE people talking about this on Twitter, I just need to vent: People calling Alicent a hypocrite for fucking Criston Cole — are we actually watching the same show or are y’all just fucking dumb? 😭

Let’s recap, shall we? First of all, Alicent wasn’t upset at Rhaenyra for having sex with Criston. Rather, she was furious that Rhaenyra, as heir to the throne, was caught in a pleasure house with her uncle. Having premarital sex in that time period? As heir to the throne, no less?? Y’all love to spin Alicent as this evil mastermind, when in reality, she was just concerned about what the consequences would’ve been had the rumors been true. Rhaenyra, at the end of the day, is a girl in a deeply misogynistic society. What do you think would’ve happened to her if the rumor spread beyond the castle walls? Jesus, look at what is STILL being said to women in the 21st century who have sex. Like, genuinely, you think Rhaenyra would’ve gotten off scot free if the rumors weren’t immediately contained? Alicent was right to be furious - she only had Rhaenyra’s best interests at heart.

And let me remind you all that Rhaenyra lies to Alicent’s face, going so far as to swear on her dead mother. Do I blame Rhaenyra for lying? No. But there are repercussions for her actions that end up negatively affecting Alicent.

Alicent goes to Viserys and vouches for Rhaenyra’s maidenhood. As a result, Otto is removed as Hand and has to leave King’s Landing — which, to be fair, is his own damn fault. You will never, and I mean NEVER, see me defending that man. But that leaves Alicent without her father and with no remaining allies. Now, she’s completely alone, with her former best friend who won’t talk to her and this nasty old man who she has to call her husband.

So all this passes, and Alicent decides to question Criston about Rhaenyra’s whereabouts, just for her own peace of mind. If Rhaenyra really was telling the truth, then at least she did the right thing, and her father got what he deserved. But surprise surprise - Rhaenyra was lying, because she had had sex with Criston that night. Alicent really defended Rhaenyra to the king, losing her father as a result, and Rhaenyra had been lying the whole time. From her point of view, how are you not furious? I would be so pissed off if I were in her shoes.

With all this being said, how is ALICENT the hypocrite? Viserys is dead - and even if he was still alive & kicking, she did her fucking duty. She gave birth to the son he so desperately wanted, only for Viserys to completely ignore him & the rest of her children! God forbid she have a little fun for once in her fucking life!!

I honestly don’t understand where the discourse is coming from. If y’all wanna call Criston the hypocrite, I’ll be right there with you! But Alicent? Alicent?? Where is the logic, I don’t understand 😭

[lemonhemlock]

The truth about Alicent Hightower: why is she so disliked?

https://youtu.be/t9HjamrAMfU?si=QpoUMPQQSuTWmovz

I found this video on YouTube. I didn't watch the video, but I did read the comments, and many of them were negative toward Alicent. I want to know your thoughts on this video.

The comments are negative towards Alicent because the creator's request for engagement consisted of asking her audience to share why they disliked Alicent. Though I do feel inclined to enquire myself: why are you asking me to react to this video if you haven't even watched it?

Many of these talking points I have already addressed in my lengthy meta posts over time:

There is a conflation of Alicent from the books and Alicent from the show. Show!Alicent was not sent to comfort Jaehaerys and is more innocent and trusting that book!Alicent because she is younger.

Alicent is hated by many viewers for "seducing" Viserys. The creator says she doesn't and denies that people blame her for that, but they do. It's an easily-verified, observable reality and, thus, a strange thing to even say.

Jace/Helaena is not an advantageous marriage for the greens.

"Why was Otto spying on Rhaenyra?" It's literally his job. "He deserved to be fired". It's literally his job to be spying on everyone and report the information back to the King.

The Hightowers are faced with the fait accompli that Aegon will not be named heir. They went into the marriage fully believing that Alicent's sons would overtake Rhaenyra in the line of succession, as was the social norm.

It ultimately comes back to what I was talking about these last few days. This is the result of a conflation of several factors:

ignorance about what medieval social and economic arrangements actually were (what is feudalism? what is manorialism?);

stubbornly clinging to the notion that Westeros is an absolutist monarchy and that "the King's word is law";

downplaying the bastard issue, i.e. refusing to acknowledge how concerning the division of the marital estate was to inheritors and blaming it entirely on misogyny-fueled sex-negativism;

having no concept of what common law is or how it functions.

People can't let go of this image that Westeros is a capitalist modern state with an authoritarian leader (the King). And dragons. (It's Russia, basically. The dragons are bears).

Most of TB's discourse contains some combination of the above, which is why, honestly, at this point, if people are so invested in still talking about this, I would truly suggest a primer in medieval history, because this is getting ridiculous. These reasonings are just not rooted in a tangible basis of reality and trying to engage with them is like fighting windmills.

In the same vein, I wish people would stop bringing up the point of Alicent misunderstanding that Viserys changed his mind on his death bed. I get it, you think it's a dumb argument, but, lo' and behold, it's actually lifted straight from real history and, to the shock of thousands of Twitter users, it worked. What now? Stephen of Blois truly is crying in the afterlife because you think this little trick of his lacks realism. 🤦‍♀️

[melonteee]

You have a lot of thoughts about Sanji and how the Germa modification may come back to bite him later in terms of his own free will (& I agree that it will eventually come up)—but do you have any thoughts about Luffy having a mythical Zoan and whether Nika might be bleeding over into him? Zoan fruits supposedly have a will of their own especially after awakening, and I’m guessing mythical humanoid ones might take that a step further.

I remember being super unsettled by Gear 5 up until Luffy officially reiterated that he’s Luffy, going to be the pirate king, etc. There was something really eerie about it to me, like I was legit concerned that we were looking at something that wasn’t Luffy anymore.

What does it mean for Luffy, who ultimately is a personification of freedom and free will to be potentially a reincarnation of Joyboy/some sort of prophesied person with a destiny? Does it run kind of counter to his whole character? Is it fine so far because Luffy and Nika/Joyboy are so similar, and could that change?

Interested if you have any thoughts about it! Love your character analysis videos.

I've said this on twitter ages ago BUT somehow I don't think joyboy is gonna be a reincarnation or anything. I feel it's just the gum gum fruit itself has a will that it couldn't carry out 800 years ago with its previous user, and it's now found Luffy who can help carry out its will with Luffy's own. Ie, Luffy has not been forced on a path as the chosen one, he's simply so strong of mind and soul that the fruit has found someone to help it reach its peak form and power.

People like Luffy are a rarity, in terms of their pure determination and guts. Luffy makes his own path, and now he's yanked into the soul of his devil fruit, and has forced it to awaken for his own gain. But, since one piece is about continuing wills, it also makes perfect sense that either joyboy or the fruit itself has a will that Luffy is picking up. This is by no means fate, and is instead Luffy tearing the world apart due to who he is.

I also do think there's a possibility of devil fruits overtaking someone's mind and soul, but I don't know! Haven't seen that happen yet I think, so I'm keen to find out!

Also thank youuuu! 🫶

[brf-rumortrackinganon]

They would be their generation's Andrew + Edward/Sophie. Full-time senior working royals. A very nice home on a royal estate or in close proximity to one. Attending state banquets and participating in state visits. Representing King Charles and the UK with other royal families. Titles for their children. Signature causes and projects. Well-liked by the public. Huge charities and patronages. Growing list of military honors, and Harry would probably have taken over most of Prince Philip's military portfolio.

Suppose this happened, would the brf like it? One of the squad’s talking points is that the brf got jealous. Suppose harry and meghan became successful in the brf, would the brf really not sabotage itself? Also, let’s face it, harry and meghan did get the young-ish chronically online crowd at first, would the brf like that when those people would compare the rest of them negatively meghan online. Although I guess before everything was exposed in 2019, I remember the attitude on social media, particularly twitter, was that they weren’t specifically hostile towards the other brf members yet. I guess some of the viral tweets i remember from that time were like “ex-british soldier marries successful actress” or when meghan and kate attended wimbledon together, the tweets were like “they should leave their husbands and run away together” (which was weird). I guess what I’m saying it meghan really did get that crowd at first, so would the brf like that?

Also, I remember it’s said that the brf asked meghan to continue working as an actress? How do you think that would have worked? Would she still be a working royal? And what if harry married another woman, let’s say, cressida? Would that woman also be given the option to work because as we found out from harry, charles was concerned they didn’t have enough money for harry’s wife?

No, it'd be fine. The BRF knows they have an image problem in that most of their working royals are older. As long as Harry and Meghan pulled in and kept the youth attention - eg Gen Z/Zillennials (since William and Kate had the Millennials covered) - and knew their place in the larger BRF (eg they cooperated when senior royals requested the media cycle for a speech), they weren't going to care.

Some people (cough Charles cough) might've been prickly at someone else taking their press but the overarching BRF as a whole largely wouldn't have minded. William and Kate certainly wouldn't have minded or cared.

Then for your other questions, I'll go one by one.

Also, I remember it’s said that the brf asked meghan to continue working as an actress?

Yes, allegedly Harry was told that there was no money to pay for Meghan and that she should continue working.

How do you think that would have worked?

Meghan would've kept working as an actress and accompanying Harry only to official family events (Trooping, Easter, Garter Day, Ascot, weddings, services of thanksgiving, etc.). The Duchess of Kent would be a good person to look at - she stepped down as a working royal in the 90s and became a music teacher instead.

I believe the Duchess of Kent's career is what they tried to model the then-Countess of Wessex's career on when she planned to continue working after marrying Prince Edward in a half in/half out status. Where Sophie ran into trouble with her career (she was in public relations) is that she was caught in a sting operation by a reporter pretending to be a sheik (or something like that) speaking very candidly about the royal family. Sophie quit her job, Edward quit his companies, and they joined the firm as full-time working royals in 2002 - it was spun as coming onboard for the Queen's jubilee celebrations and then they just stayed as working royals.

Would she still be a working royal?

Most likely not. If Meghan kept working as an actress, she would not have been allowed to be a working royal as well. The half in/half out experiment with Sophie and Edward wasn't successful so the BRF was not going to let anyone else try it out. They didn't even let Beatrice and Eugenie have half in/half out and that was something Andrew 100% was fighting for.

And what Beatrice and Eugenie had 2012 - 2015ish is probably what Meghan would've ended up having - a "working career" with a ton of vacation time, perma-invites to all the family events, and some personal charities.

And what if harry married another woman, let’s say, cressida? Would that woman also be given the option to work because as we found out from harry, charles was concerned they didn’t have enough money for harry’s wife?

I am fairly certain that if Harry had married anyone else - Cressida, Chelsy, heck even Sara Macklin (the model he was alledgely seeing when he started dating Meghan) - that woman would have been invited to be a working royal.

I'm sure of that because of Charles's "magnificent six" plan, which was his vision for the monarchy when he was King. He wanted a slimmed, streamlined monarchy of just him and Camilla, his sons, and their wives. The plan had been in the works for awhile, but Charles "officially" debuted it in 2012 at the jubilee balcony:

Meaning there absolutely was every intent for Harry's wife to become a working royal.

So possibly one of two things happened:

Option 1 - Everyone knew Meghan was bad news the second they laid eyes on her so "we don't have the budget for her to become a working royal so she should keep acting" was an attempt to keep her away.

Option 2 - Harry's wife was only meant to become a working royal under King Charles only. So in the meantime under Queen Elizabeth, Harry's wife - aka Meghan - needed to keep acting or doing some other kind of work to occupy her time but whatever work she did had to be in line with royal protocol (ie no merching or monetizing her status) so she could be "promoted" to working royal when the time came.

Or Harry just made it up/misunderstood the discussion. (I suspect this is actually what happened.) Someone asked something like "does Meghan intend to keep acting after you marry?" and Harry heard "Meg can't be a royal, she has to keep acting" instead.

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[beybaldes]

Graham Dunne x Actress!reader social media au !!

request ! : I love Graham <3 please do more of these maybe some with actress reader?

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