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Dreaming of You

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Word Count: 1,020+, 600+, 600+, 980+

Synopsis: They couldn't help it. You looked so heavenly in their dreams. The way they had you wrapped around their body as a marionette in their minds, dancing for them as they awoke to sticky blankets when they jolted upright. Their thoughts got the better of them, and they are wracked with guilt. Zoro, Usopp, Sanji

Warnings: wet dreams, gn!reader, swearing, oral (character receiving) masturbation, dub con (Using your image to masturbate to), suggestive content, feelings, all individual 'x reader' drabbles, same reader!insert different outcome, , NSFW, 18+, MDNI.

Notes: Dreaming of You Masterlist Here, Please read the warnings. This little series has been so much fun to write. Gif Source Here. Massive shoutout to @feral-artistry, @i-am-vita and @indydonuts for helping brainstorm with me about these ones.

Tag list: @sordidmusings @nerium-lil @feral-artistry @since-im-already-here @writingmysanity @indydonuts @gingernut1314 @i-am-vita @carrotsunshine @mfreedomstuff @daydreamer-in-training

“Hah-... fuck-... j-just like that,” he huffed and panted, looking down at you as you knelt beneath him. Your hands were splayed over his thighs, anchoring yourself from your position beneath him and bobbing your head against his pelvis.

Breathing through your nose, you hollow your cheeks and listen to him guide you on to best please him. You looked so beautiful like this, on your knees and worshiping his cock with your lips, tongue and throat. Taking as much of him in your mouth as you could had his thighs shaking, toes curling and breath huffing in curt pants.

“L-Look up at me?” you followed through with his question, arching your brow in curiosity as you continued bobbing against his cock. His cheeks were flushed, his lips parted and eyes beginning to swell with a dopey glaze over them. Rolling your eyes, you closed your eyelids and continued your motions pistoning his cock between your lips.

Reaching down, he carded his fingers harshly though your hair and grasped it into a firm fistful at the nape of your neck. You whimpered against his cock, sending vibrations up from his knob up his spine and had tingles rise on the back of his neck.

“Wasn’t a question,” he chastised you with a husky groan, “Eyes on me.” He guided your head down to take in more of his cock, using his grip on your hair to rock your head against his thighs. You whined, looking up at him with your eyes looking innocent while his cock defiled your mouth.

Instinctively, he let out a noise somewhere between a mewl and a growl and began matching the pace of your mouth by bucking his hips up to meet you. Joining his other hand at the back of your head, he continued manipulating your head to bring him closer to the edge. His thrusts began to stagger, his eyes growing wide as he felt the rapid approach of release coming to him.

“F-fuck, stop!” he chanted your name like a prayer, desperately trying to pull your mouth away from him before he shot his heavy load down your throat, “Stop! Stop!! I’m gonna cum! I-I’m gonna cum in your mouth!” He could feel you smile against his cock, continuing to suck and bob against it to take him further down your throat.

Immediately curling your hands behind his thighs, you aid him to buck and grind his cock into your mouth. Although he tried to pull away from your face, the twitch of his cock over your tongue had him surge forward and double down rutting into your lips.

“No, no, no, nnnghh-!” he attempted to relay, his jaw falling slack as he emptied himself into your mouth and down your throat, “C-Cumming. I’m cumming… f-fuck, oh fuck!” He rode your face through his climax in languid and staggered thrusts, shooting rope after rope of pearlescent cum over your tongue and uvula. You gag a little on his knob as it brushes with the back of your throat, but continue bobbing against his thrusts.

Finally feeling the last of his salty, umami load spill into your mouth, he looked down into your eyes as you pulled away from him. Gazing up into his face, you open your mouth and reveal your tongue to him. Your mouth was completely empty, no trace of himself on your tongue, in your cheeks, or over your lips.

“O-Oh, fuck,” His eyes rolled back in his head as he released his exclamation in a breathy moan. Just as he reached down to caress your cheek and lovingly draw you up on your feet, your face dissipated into a scentless spell of wispy vapors, your eyes were the last thing to leave his sight.

“Wha-? Where are y-you-?” he blinked a few times, searching for your face by his abdomen. Where he expected to see your fluttering eyelashes, he was only met with his twitching and rapidly deflating cock, his cum sticking to the loosely lying blanket hanging limply over his hips in his hammock. He growled in frustration and shame, furrowing his brows and clapping his hand over his forehead and pinching the bridge of his nose.

Flinging the covers off his waist, he shook his head and looked around the shared sleeping quarters of the Going Merry: only to immediately meet his gaze with your body lying peacefully with Chopper cradled firmly nestled on your chest. Breathing out a deep, forlorn sigh as he stepped out from his hammock and towards the bathroom: his shame painting his waist in a sinful display of pearlescent cum.

“Fuck,” he huffed under his breath.

Venturing firstly into the bathroom to clean himself up, he knew there was no way he was going to be able to go back to sleep with that image of you sucking his cock, and painting your throat with ribbons of his lust. He splashed some water into his face before venturing above deck towards the kitchen in a bid to quench his thirst.

The soft hum of your voice choking on his cock rang with the silent swell of the waves in his memory. Shaking his head, he could still feel the way your lips and tongue caressed his knob and raked down his shaft.

A flutter flooded through his chest, a shudder rolling from the base of his coccyx up to his skull as he was once again flooded with pleasure. His cock swelled beneath his pants, his knob twitching against the material and straining against the waistline.

He first started by pinching at his chest, enjoying the warmth left behind by his slow, teasing motion. Picturing your hands rubbing against him behind his eyelids, he permitted himself to whisper your name as he imagined your hands and lips on his skin. Diving into more of the fantasy, he traveled his hands lower down his chest and scratched his skin with blunt fingernails.

Just as his hand began to snake down his stomach and dive beneath the waistline of his sweatpants, he heard a soft call of his name from behind him.

“You okay?”

Roronoa Zoro

Without missing a beat, Zoro calls over his shoulder at you in a gruff bark.

“M’fine,” he halted his wandering hands, pressing the heels of his palms against the kitchen sink and hooking his fingers beneath the countertop while hanging his head. He heard you walking towards the fridge in the corner of the room, his dropped three-point earrings bobbing as he slowly raised his eyes to gaze out of the window.

The ringing of several glass bottles and movement of dishes within the door of the fridge had Zoro focussing on those single motions as opposed to what he was doing moments prior.

A gentle touch on his forearm called him out of his daze and prompted him to glance to you from the corner of his eye. Looking down at your hand, he noticed the brown, glass bottle offered out to him. He wordlessly grasped it without turning to face you.

Both of you removed your perspective screw caps from your beer bottles, him staring out the kitchen window and you resting your hips on the bench beside him gazing at the kitchen door.

“Were you just-,” you began, halting as he spoke over you.

“-Yes.” The finality of his tone fell from his lips like a warning bark to not go on further. As you took a swift swig from your bottle, you decided to ask for further clarification.

“And you were thinking about-,” you bit back your smile as he again interrupted your train of thought.

“-uh huh.”

Both of you lingered in the silence, the tension feeling thick in the air as you and he remained beside one another. You rose your bottle to your lips and gulped down the liquid with gusto. Zoro’s eyes watched you from the corner, his mind drawing comparisons to how easily you took his cock between your lips in his dream.

Releasing the bottle from your lips, your tongue flickered out to collect the frothed remnants left behind from the amber liquid before placing the bottle on the bench behind you. His eyes darkened, the lingering lust simmering in his chest and flooding his cock full of his pulsating want.

“You know,” you smirked, gently bumping his shoulder with yours with practiced familiarity, “I-... uh-... I didn't know you thought of me like that, Zoro.”

“M’sorry,” he muffled his apologies from between his teeth, arching his back in a low stoop while drinking the rest of his beer. You gently nudged him again with your shoulder, this time remaining behind and leaning into him.

“I didn't say I minded,” you murmured with a bashful smile over your features, “But… Wouldn't you rather the real thing?”

Immediately, Zoro's hands clapped over your shoulders with his eyes mere inches from yours.

“Don't start something you can't finish,” he warned you, already feeling on edge from his earlier touch and from the remnants of his dream propelling him onwards with a fiery intensity. Your eyes slowly dart down to his lips and back up to meet his eyes with a smirk tugging at your lips.

“Who says I can't finish?” you tease back at him, gently reaching up to clasp his wrists on your shoulders. “Look, we're all a little pent up here. Let me help you out. We're friends, right?”

Zoro's shock was evident in his features, his lips parting as he gazed longingly into your eyes. As you offered him only a smile in further confirmation, he sighed out with a small smile in a mirrored reflection of your own.

“Right,” his confirmation was met with a soft bob of his head and his grin rising to a more flirtatious expression, “We're friends.”

Usopp

He snapped his gaze over towards you as his hands froze their adventure against his own skin.

“N-No, I just-... I just-... I’m okay, I just wanted-... um-...” Usopp stuttered over his words, sheepishly pleading with himself for his cock to lessen. Your head lulled to the side as you examined him curiously.

His fluster rose up to pool in his cheeks and widen his eyes. Beads of sweat began to cascade down his temple to drop down his chin the longer he felt your gaze cast over him.

“What are you-...?” your eyes gently dipped to the pole pitching the front of his pants, prompting you to immediately snap up your eyes to meet his gaze with shock.

“I-I-...” he began, his fingers snapping out of their dip beneath his waist and flinging to the side of his face in a gesture of surrender.

“Did… Did you say my name?” you asked, lips parting and darting your eyes between his. His fluster only rose as his breathing came out in a series of huffed pants. He sheepishly moved his right hand to grip the scruff of his neck as his lips pulled back to reveal a soft, grimace-like smile.

“You know, i-it’s funny to me how-... How, you know?” he uttered sheepishly, avoiding your gaze while mentally screaming at his cock to reduce its swell, “You know? How you can-...” His eyes gently sought out your gaze from the corner of his eye.

As soon as his chocolate-colored eyes met with yours, his heart palpitations began to increase as he fought with the former images his brain vividly prepared of you earlier.

“I mean, c-can-...?” he continued to stumble over his explanation as he struggled against your gaze. You knew exactly what he was doing, the pitch in his pants would have informed you as such. His mind was racing, his heart was fluttering, and his face was struggling to keep up with the guilt of it all.

“I-I thought I f-found a mole?” Usopp managed to choke out. You continued searching his gaze, struggling with his explanation while choosing to ignore the tent in his pants. “Y-Yeah. A mole. You know how dangerous unchecked moles can be! I need to go and seek out medical attention for the mole.”

“A… mole?” you nod, truly not believing the prose he'd concocted, but refusing to acknowledge the more likely happenstances. “Perhaps-… It might be an idea to see Chopper? About, you know. The mole?” Usopp bobbed his head in enthusiastic acknowledgement, softly expressing his gratitude in his pleading eyes.

“You know? I think you're right. I'm gonna go see him, uh… right now!” At that, Usopp immediately sprinted out the threshold of the kitchen door, fleeing onto the deck of the Going Merry in an absolute embarrassed fluster. His feet had never carried him faster, and his motivation to escape from your presence and simply find a corner to cry in was too strong to have him remain behind.

You are left alone in the kitchen, feeling a pang of guilt at the fact you were so dehydrated after cradling Chopper on your chest in the night. He was a little heated blanket, but his fur would cause you to sweat some nights and the strands became prickly after a while.

Not expecting any of the others to be awake at the time, you were shocked to see Usopp up at this time. Shocking you more was the soft call of your name as his hands traveled over his pleasure points on his body. You didn't think he viewed you in that light, and you truly could admit you hadn't thought of him erotically.

Until now.

Sanji

Frozen in place, his mind failed to hold him accountable by stumbling over unspoken words in his mind. What was he to say? “I had a dream about you and I was so overwhelmed by the way I felt for you that I physically couldn't contain myself any further? I behaved like an idiot and decided to find solace in the one place I thought to be vacant as refuge for my impure thoughts,”? He couldn't admit that. Not out loud, at least.

“You…” your voice stuttered as you froze in place, “...you had a dream and decided to masturbate in the kitchen because you felt safe here?”

Sanji’s blood flooded his face, the hue on his cheeks as bright as a vibrant tomato. He felt steam almost rising from him as his hand still cupped his nipple and fingertips lay dormant at toying with his hemline.

He felt your approach behind him, your hand hovering over his shoulder before thinking against offering him a gentle touch and recoiling from your advances. Slowly turning back around, you walk towards the cupboard and grab a drinking glass and turn towards the refrigerator.

Silently opening the door, you bend to locate the glass decanter of tangerine juice Sanji had prepared a few nights prior and pour yourself a glass. Sanji continues to remain frozen and unmoving, his whole body feeling several rushes of shame reaching over him. He had accidentally confessed his feelings aloud, while you caught him in the act of touching himself, and then acted as if it was nothing to you while getting what you first ventured to the kitchen for.

“Sanji,” your soft hum pulled him from his thoughts and prompted his hands to snap away from his needy skin. “Please know, I don't blame you. It gets rather… frustrating, being at sea for so long. Especially sharing close crew quarters and bathing spaces. I understand.”

The blonde chef turned his blushing face towards you, his expression sheepish and ashamed. His lips parted in shock as his gray orbs darted over your form. You took a sip from the tangy juice, finishing the liquid and placing it on the table your hips were leaning on.

“I’ll-... I'll wash that,” he stuttered over his tumbling words, gesturing to your glass, “Please, just leave it there and try to get some rest. It's not even close to dawn, and you need your sleep.” You slowly begin to smile, a soft smirk tugging up your lips.

“And leave you here alone with your thoughts running wild?” you huff a small laugh at him, “Why don't I clean this, and you can tell me all about your dream, hm? I could help you start meal prep for the crew, while we chat, for when the rest of them wake up.” Sanji’s blush intensified, almost bleeding down into his chest and shooting tingles down his fingertips.

“Y-You-... It didn't-... It wasn't-...” he stuttered, prompting your laugh to rise further as you approached him. Rising to your toes, you give him a soft and gentle kiss on the cheek before nudging him with your hip out of the way of the sink.

“One of those ones was it?” you teetered off your laugh, gently filling the sink with warm water and gathering dish soap to rinse your water glass. “I don't mind a bit of lewd conversation from time to time. Go on, pretty boy, talk to me. I want to know.”

Sanji’s nose began to release a few drops of ruby blood. Reaching up his hand, he rubbed at it with his knuckles while a soft smile drew over his lips.

“Alright, then,” he smiled, reaching for the tissues at the side of his work station and cleaning up his nose, “Don't think any less of me when I tell you. I don't want you to see me as some sick pervert. I-... I respect you so much, and I don't want you to-.”

“-Sanji,” you cut him off, turning to the side and shaking your head affectionately at him, “You are a sick pervert, but it doesn't mean I love you any less. Go on, let me have it. What's this sick fantasy that's held you hostage in your dreams?”

Sanji chuckles, slowly nudging his hips playfully with yours to return your earlier sentiment. Sighing out his frustration, he begins relaying not one, not two, but fourteen fantasies he's had about you specifically in graphic detail. Each scenario is more extreme than the last, causing both of you to laugh at the absurdity of it all.

“And the last one? It was just a bit of throat fucking? That's it?” you huff your laughter, slowly aiding him in peeling and grating the potatoes to form oval-shaped domes for fried rosties, “No sex, just oral? How boring.”

Sanji chuckled again, going over to the sink and washing his hands after setting the eggs in ceramic bowls to rise in the oven, a water bath placed beneath each savory pudding.

“It was rather anticlimactic,” he admitted, drying his hands on a plush tea towel. “I mean, I still-... It still-... I-...” You ventured over to the sink and began to lather your hands in silken suds and rinse them beneath the warm water.

“You still finished,” you completed his sentence for him. He nodded, his earlier blush returning to his cheeks. Sighing out a little, you chastised him with a playfulness in your eyes and a small smirk drawing up your lips.

“You need to get laid, chef,” you noted to him, “Give your mind something else to focus on.” Sanji rolled his cigarette, placing the filter in his lips and fishing out his lighter.

“Why, you offering?” he asked while flicking the wick to ignite the flame. He took a lengthy inhale before choking out his exhale as you shrugged out your answer.

“Yes, I suppose I am.”

#one piece #x reader #dreaming of you series #usopp #zoro #sanji #roronoa zoro #black leg sanji #vinsmoke sanji #op usopp #usopp x reader #zoro x reader #sanji x reader #one piece smut #one piece x reader #straw hats

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skruttet · 4 months

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hi !!! these drives have a load of deleted moomin fics !!! :) https://drive.google.com/drive/folders/1S7VLcWR-OrsmIwwtHpY1zykQYFPLlvHh https://drive.google.com/drive/folders/1EDuL7ji1xa01MUbLxq2AAmDe44eGDQj5 you made a post a long time ago talking about different fanfics and youd given all the links so i was able to go down a rabbit hole of deleted moomin fic on the wayback machine and recover a load of fics, i also linked a drive i was dmed last year containting a lot of methdeatals fics like red thicket <3 A LOT of it in the first one is NSFW so i dont wanna post it on my blog lol, i heard people really wanted g0ryllamas works to be recovered so i basically just got everything i could, looking at the tags and summeries im gonna have to like wipe my whole computer after this lmao /j anyways since some of the deleted fics were in that post and u normally post obscure or hard to find moomin content i thought u would probably be the best person to send this too !!! wasnt sure weather to dm u or send u an ask, i dont mind if you make the drives public soo i thought an ask would probably be most convientent !!! feel free to just ignore this ask if u like u dont have to post it i just wanted to send u the fics since you know some of them :) i also have an insane moomin fic archive of hundreds of download files (the majority of it is snufmin) so if u or anyone else is looking for deleted fics u know the titles of i can see if i have them !!!! all the downloads r from i think 2021-2023ish so unforutantley anything deleted back in 2019 wont be on there </3 but might be on one of the drives i linked :D by the way, the files in the second drive are a little confusing, theres a bunch of ways to open them. if u have an apple device, you can easily open epub files in the default books app. you could also look up (any file type here) in any app store and download an app to open that specific filetype in. or u could look up free (insert file type) to pdf websites online and turn them into pdfs (or anything else) !! :)

whoa that's awesome! i don't read moomin fanfic anymore so i probably won't use these but i'll post this for others to see!

#thank you for your service 🫡#fanfic

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drdtfuitgumies · 5 months

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pinned post

currently posting one situation a week, not counting birthdays. inbox is closed!

(updated: 19th july 2024; added rules on crossovers/referencing other series + adjusted my dni)

this blog is unofficial, and not affiliated with danganronpa: despair time, the official danganronpa franchise, spike chunsoft, or nisa. all characters belong to danganronpa: despair time; all art is made by me unless stated otherwise.

continuity:

-) (as of 14/9/2024) list of items arei has stolen: rose's hat, min's pen, xander's jacket, david's hairclips, eden's bowtie, j's hoodie, Ace Markey, ace's hair gel, hu's hairpin, nico's slippers

-) (21/7/2024) as a consequence of arei's actions, j is currently wearing a different outfit

-) (23/7/2024) also as a consequence of arei's actions, ace is currently imprisoned with the rest of arei's loot. he will undergo any situations stuck in a prison. please send your regards to him 😔

let's have fun!! rules & quick faq under cut

blog explanation & rules

i'll be drawing the drdt characters in my fuit gumy style (example above, and also it needs to be spelt exactly that way). ideally i post one thing a day, but real life circumstances might help or hinder me

requests are currently open. i can't promise that i'll get to every request and i don't know if i can answer every ask/question, but i'll try my best!

i do not Bite but please be nice to me!! i am just a 1) gremlin 2) a Student who needs stability and routine

i can draw headcanons, aus, and such, but i'll be adhering to canon most of the time. also, i love weird combos too if you can find an explanation for them interacting whether platonically, romantically, or a secret third thing

if a request has multiple characters, please specify if you mean it romantically or not, so romantic interactions can be given ship tags as well. if it isn't specified in the request, i'll interpret it as platonic by default (i'm pretty dense and have trouble interpreting interactions sometimes)

crossovers/referring to other series can be requested, but are very unlikely to be actually drawn. for me to finish them, i'd need to know the other series. However, if your request happens to be something along the lines of "[insert fuit gumy here] with [pokemon / digimon of choice]", I will absolutely not complain. I would be honored!!

i will not be accepting requests that involve canon danganronpas AND fanganronpas. this blog has always meant to be focused on drdt first and foremost, and i'm content to let it stay that way (for now). although characters from other fanganronpas may Very Rarely appear in Original Situations!

(re: full explanation for the above two rules)

i won't draw, read any of these asks, or interact with certain blogs if they contain: nsfw (out of personal comfort!), hate speech (what are you doing here), incest/pedophilia/bestiality

("proship" was originally on the above point, but i have since realized that i've misunderstood the definition of the term to mean "problematic content" in general. i apologize for my mistake, and have elaborated on what specifically i'd like to avoid! people can ship whatever they like; just ignore it if you don't like it. although the worst i'll do with this blog is still cartoonish depictions of violence, i thought it's better to explain while i can, even if it seems unnecessary)

this blog is NOT spoiler free! most of my art here is 99% going to be unserious shitposts anyways, but this is here just in case. also since drdt is 16+ this blog is 16+ too

any of my art posted in this blog can be used for personal use with credit (icons, headers, wallpapers, discord emotes for private servers and any other social media that lets you do that kinda stuff), but (for now) please don't repost in other social media (you can just share links if you'd like!)

this is a recent discovery but I can't reply to replies for some reason. if it doesn't require immediate attention, i'll reply to any questions in one big post tagged "answering asks"

quick faq before anyone asks

call me gremlyn (18+)! you can find me on @thatseitagremlin (drdt sideblog) / @iamjustagremlin (limbus main)

for this blog i draw with miro . com by default so i can restrict myself to a limited brush and color palette. this helps my brain not get distracted when drawing. depending on what tomfoolery i come up with or what requests i get i might use other apps though!

whit is the posterboy for this blog because he's my favorite character. my blorbo, if you will. my other faves are j, nico, and xander (i feel a Lot of cuteness aggression with xander specifically) if you're curious

i'm an omnivore and am fine with most ships but if i had to pick a ship to fight for it'd probably be charwhit or areiden. i also like jarei but i'm not sure if i prefer it platonically, romantically, or a secret third thing, and i'm not bothered enough to find out soon

also, do you guys know how to run an ask blog. because i don't. but once again, let's be nice and have fun!!

#pinned post #danganronpa despair time #drdt #fuit gumy art #whit young

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lex-n-weegie · 4 months

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Haha Digital Circus self insert go brrr

Meet Rackson! A combination of a wind-up toy and a magician's hat!

They're one of the more calm characters in the circus, being similar to Ragatha but more quiet and reserved. They don't seem to mind their "new" living situation that much compared to the others, but then again they've all (except Pomni) only ever seen them break down once the entire time she's been here.

New F/O tags!

Ragatha: Windup Doll

Jax(unfortunately/j): Magicians Rabbit

Rest of TADC cast: Amazing Circus Friends

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☆♡☆♡S/i uses any pronouns!♡☆♡☆

Art Taglist [pm or send an ask off anon if you’d like to be added or removed from my taglist]: @amessageonthewind, @nerdstreak, @laioswife, @swapthewoz, @queenieboo22, @in-broken-mirrors, @little-miss-selfships, @little-bullheaded-shit

#lexi doodles #rackson #tadc self insert #tadc #the amazing digital circus #tadc self ship #tadc s/i #windup doll #magicians rabbit #amazing circus friends #selfship #self ship #selfshipping #self shipping #selfship community #self ship community #selfshipping community #self shipping community

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cottoncandyafterdark · 5 months

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Hyoga SFW Alphabet

Tags: SFW, fluff, headcanons, alphabet meme

Warnings: None

Notes: Originally posted on ao3 here

A: Affection (How affectionate are they with a s/o?)

Not very, at least when it comes to physical affection. He's particularly against public displays of affection, but you might be able to get a little more out of him in private. Normally the most you'll get from him is an arm around your shoulders, or a similar possessive gesture just so everyone around knows you're taken.

B: Breath (What can their s/o do to take their breath away)

Show off what you're good at. He's particularly impressed by combat abilities, but he'll appreciate any talents you have that could be useful.

C: Cuddle (Do they cuddle? If they do, how and when do they cuddle?)

It depends heavily on his mood. He won't shove you away or anything, but a lot of the time trying to cuddle Hyoga is like trying to cuddle a brick wall. However, sometimes, while falling asleep, or after sex, or if he's just alone with you in a really good mood, he'll put an arm around you and hold you close to him.

D: Dream (What do they dream of doing with their s/o?)

When you became an important part of his life, he essentially inserted you into the dreams he already had. He wants to lead a new world where only the worthy will have the privilege of surviving, and he thinks you not only deserve to be part of that world, he wants you to stay by his side, rule with him, and experience all the perks that come with being the lover of the man in charge.

E: Effort (How much effort do they put into a relationship?)

More than you notice or realize. He doesn't call attention to the effort he puts into the relationship so it can easily be overlooked.

F: Fear (What do they do if their s/o is scared? How do they handle it?)

Are you scared because a person or some other living thing is threatening you? He'll kill it. He's not as good at helping you deal with more abstract or irrational fears. He'll help get you away from whatever's scaring you or distract you from it, but he'll be a little disappointed that you'd let something scare you that can't actually hurt you.

G: Gifts (What type of gifts do they give their s/o? Do they want a gift in return?)

Hyoga isn't too big on gift-giving, but he will give you gifts on special occasions, like if it's your birthday or something. He goes for practical gifts, things you can actually use and might need, like winter clothes or some kind of tool that would help make your hobby or job a little easier. He doesn't see any point to gifts with purely aesthetic value like flowers or gemstones.

H: Hugs (Do they hug their s/o? How often?)

He tolerates being hugged by you, and you alone. Anyone else who tries would be lucky to leave with both their arms intact, but you're special to him so you get to hug him. That doesn't guarantee that he'll hug you back, though.

I: Intimacy (How romantic are they? Do they have problems with intimacy?)

He's not romantic in the traditional sense. The closest he'll get to that is when he kisses you. His kisses aren't loving, exactly, but they are deep, and passionate.

J: Jealous (Do they get jealous? How do they act when jealous?)

Don't try to make Hyoga jealous if you want the other person/people involved to leave alive. He's very possessive and doesn't take kindly in the least bit to the idea of someone trying to take you from him. He might also remind you of who you belong to in a more, intimate manner later on, but this is an SFW chapter we can't go into that here.

K: Kiss (Are they a good kisser? Do they like to kiss? How often do they try to kiss you?)

His kisses are rare, but surprisingly passionate when they do happen. I think his petrification scars would also add a unique twist, they'd definitely affect the way his lips feel against yours.

L: Love (When do they say they love you? How often do they say it? Do they prefer to say it or show it?)

He never says "I love you" out loud. And I don't mean rarely, I mean never. He does show it in his own way, though you kind of have to read between the lines- any time he acts jealous or protective of you, or when he lets you hug him, or even the way he just wants to be near you sometimes- in his head, those little things do more to tell you how he feels than any words ever could.

M: Marriage (Do they want to get married? If so, what kind of ceremony?)

He's not opposed to marriage, but you'll have to be the one to bring it up. He's not really interested in a ceremony or reception though, he'd far prefer whatever the stone world equivalent of a courthouse wedding would be. Either that, or he'll just start calling you his spouse. I mean, who's going to argue with him?

O: Out of the Ordinary (What’s something they don’t normally do for/with their s/o?)

If you can't tell by now, he's not too keen on acting overly affectionate, or doing anything that would make him seem soft or vulnerable, especially in front of other people. He shows his love for you in his own ways that don't involve any of those things, and he just needs you to accept that.

P: Playful (Are they playful in a relationship? If so, how do they play around/mess with their s/o?)

Hyoga will joke around with you some, but his sense of humor is dark enough that you may or may not always recognize them as jokes. If your sense of humor is dark enough to match his, though, oh boy, he will be happy to joke with you more than anyone else even thought he was capable of.

Q: Questions (Do they ask their s/o their opinion on things? Do they share theirs?)

If it's relevant to some field of expertise of yours, sure, he'll ask your opinion on something. Otherwise you'll need to speak for yourself without him prompting you. I can't say he'll always take your thoughts into consideration, but he will appreciate you being willing to stand up for yourself.

R: Random (How spontaneous is their relationship? Do they do things on the spot or plan ahead?)

He actually plans pretty far ahead for most things- he wants to do everything properly, after all, he needs time to prepare. Not that you'd know that. He doesn't tell you about his plans ahead of time so it ends up feeling very spontaneous.

S: Sleep (How do they sleep with their s/o?)

It takes him a while to be comfortable sleeping next to you, though not as long as you might expect (he's pretty confident that even if you did try to attack him in his sleep or something, he'd wake up in time to stop you doing any lasting harm). Once he is, though, he'll sometimes put an arm around you and hold you while you both fall asleep. He also thinks it's cute if you lay your head on his chest like you're using him as a pillow.

T: Trust (How much do they trust their s/o?)

His trust is as hard to gain as it is easy to lose. He's going to need to be really convinced that you don't have any ulterior motives or conflicting loyalties before he can really put his trust in you, and he's definitely still got a plan for if you ever do decide to betray him.

U: Unique (What makes them unique as a s/o?)

His possessiveness towards you and willingness to use violence against other people (but not you- he'll never hurt you) is a rather unique combo. One that could potentially lead to people getting hurt, but certainly a Unique combo.

V: Vulnerable (How long until they can be vulnerable around their s/o? What are they like in this state?)

Hyoga? Vulnerable? Yeah that's gonna be a hard no. You'll see him vulnerable when he's dead.

W: Wild Card (Random domestic headcanon)

He's very protective of you, and hates the idea of you getting hurt. But for that very reason, if you don't already have any combat skills, he's going to want to teach you to fight at some point. He doesn't want you to throw yourself into fights you don't need to, but he knows he can't always be around to protect you so he wants you to be able to defend yourself.

X: X-Ray (What would they do if their s/o got injured?)

If you were injured by another person, that person would have to die immediately. He would take care of you while you recovered, too, and it would really shine through how much he cares about you while he does; for all he tries to play it cool, it's easy to tell he cannot stand the thought of losing you.

Y: Yuck (Do they have any pet peeves about their s/o? Are there any habits that might bother their s/o?)

Hyoga likes for things to be done properly. So, if you're sloppy or unhygienic he will be very annoyed. You might get annoyed with him if you're particularly opposed to violence or something like that.

Z: Zeal (Are they passionate as a s/o? Do they want or like passion?)

He often outwardly acts cold in his relationships, but he has a lot more passion for you than he shows. If he's openly accepted you as his romantic partner, then chances are his feelings run deep- deeper than he'd like to admit. He might not always show it, but he'd do just about anything to keep from losing you. I think that counts as passion.

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HEY!! what're your fav cadina fanfics? and do you have any suggestions for new fanfic writers 😭

omg okay so i saw this morning while i was at work and knew this had to wait until i got home to get my FULL attention and then i had to stay at work late so here we go!!! this is LONG so i put it all under the cut!

cadina fic recs (first, some ones from my friends, and then many others i heavily recommend, in no particular order):

Get in, Loser! We're going... to fall in love? - SUPER cute slow burn made by the incredible amazing talented stunning 16Sydd16. Genuinely one of my favorite Cadina fics of all time.

ANYTHING by the Cadina Captain herself, Chisamaya. Maya's been holding down the Cadina fort for YEARS and has 13 INCREDIBLE Cadina fics on her AO3. She's also on Tumblr @chisamayas and posts super cute fanart of Mean Girls and Cadina all the time! My personal favorite fic of hers is Collared (very smutty pet play fic) and I will live and die a Collared stan.

can i come and sweep you off your feet? - super adorable (and angsty at some points, especially for poor regina) fame AU by my very talented friend ninesixtheenths / @girlkisser-wieners on Tumblr! i absolutely also recommend her rugby fic, which is rejanis but is 10/10.

(mean girls) series by anonymous - this is from another friend of mine who posts these anonymously instead of tying them to her account. there are SO MANY good ones in here (12 at time of writing this) including a soulmates au, a superhero au, and some GREAT character studies of both regina and cady. there are a few rejanis fics in this series too but they're all phenomenal.

okay onto fics that aren't from my friends but i heavily recommend, in no particular order:

Mirror Me Back - okay i know i said no particular order but this one's a lie. if you haven't read MMB yet, stop what you're doing and read it right now. it's very smut heavy, however, this is genuinely the fic that got me into writing for this fandom and it is one of the best fics i've ever read across any fandom. every day i perform rituals for an update /j

On Predators and Pack Dynamics - omegaverse fic that is genuinely incredible. obviously very smut heavy but i love the characterization of them here and i also often pray for updates on this one.

if i could tell her (how she's everything to me) - role reversal & arts high school AU from 2020 where cady is the popular one and regina is a little socially awkward. very cute, very sweet, very fun.

Pretty Girls - mean girls 2024 rewrite where cady and regina were anonymous pen pals before cady moved to evanston. really loved this one!! one of the first i read in the tag.

To You, I Can Admit That I'm Just Too Soft for All of It - grad school au that i absolutely LOVE. the chapters are unordered snippets but they are so cute and fun. the author also does some social media stuff with it, i believe on tumblr, so it's a cute little tie in!!

you would find her in a polaroid picture - SUPER good college au!! genuinely recommend anything this author writes tbh i adore their stuff!!

i choose you and me, religiously - once again recommending anything this author writes as well. SO talented. this one is a slow burn idiots in love au and it's just. chef's kiss. muah. i love it.

to answer the other part of your question, about the writing advice, my genuine main piece of advice is to just keep writing. even if it's stuff you don't intend to publish, or a half-baked idea. write drabbles for yourself and just let the words get on the page. i used to publish in a different fandom circa 2017-2019 and hadn't published in YEARS until i started writing a thousand pictures (well, really, don't look for me, but ya know, this all REALLY took off with a thousand pictures). despite the fact that i haven't published in a very long time i never really stopped writing. my google drive is full of folders of assorted drabbles of self indulgent bullshit. snippets from other fandoms, self insert scenarios, some original ideas that with a lot more cooking, could potentially be novel worthy one day. (i am a LONG ways off from that though lol)

my point is, publishing fic can be daunting. even writing coherent or long enough fic to make a cohesive story can be daunting at first. it's better to write for yourself and get the practice of writing even just singular or small series of scenes if you aren't ready for a full fic yet. writing should be fun! make sure you're having fun doing it and trying not to stress the details too much!

if you have any other questions about writing please feel free to ask!! i love talking about my process and stuff and am always willing to share gjsnkgng

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Ghost | Sinners in Secret | Chapter 26

Chapter Twenty Six - The Wedding Night Incident Pairing: Cardinal Copia x Reader/Sister of Sin x Papa “Terzo” Emeritus III Rating: Explicit Warnings: Plot, smut, etc. See AO3 for full list of tags! A/N: ** INSERT 'I WENT THROUGH SOMETHING TRAUMATIC AND VANISHED EXCUSE HERE' LOL! no but for real I'm sorry I fell off the planet, long story short my ten year relationship fell apart, I started my post-semi divorce hoe stage with someone I work with, lost all motivation and inspiration to write, have insane/mindblowingly good sex, see Fall Out Boy and BMTH at Fenway Park and managed to squeeze in time to see my first ritual at which I acted like a feral goblin LOL

As always, this chapter is has been reviewed by my beta, @lurancyvenom whom I love! Thank you for coming to stay with me and coming to the ritual with me, literally has been the best week of my life and I cried the whole way home from the airport LOL <3

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No sooner had I heard the sound of the lock flicking closed behind me did I feel hands tugging my veil off my head, tossing it to the side. Someone’s lips were already pressed against the skin of my neck, nipping and sucking at the sensitive flesh, and I could no longer hold in the whimper that bubbled up in my throat. I felt Terzo chuckle against my skin as he stepped close behind me and his lips brushed against my bare shoulder. His hands settled on the curve of my waist and he pulled me back firmly against him.

Suddenly feeling almost boneless, I couldn’t help my head rolling back against his shoulder, eyes shut, as he pressed featherlight kisses into my skin. I felt as though I was basking in the warm glow of Mediterranean sunshine as the heat pooled in my belly and in my chest. Gods, it seemed an eternity had passed since I’d had them so close to me, and I was drunk off of the sensation of them touching me together, finally at the point we’d all been waiting so long to reach.

Strong hands cupped my jaw and I locked eyes with Copia’s mismatched gaze, filled with liquid fire. Tenderly, he pressed his lips to mine in a soft kiss filled with many light emotions.

“...Ti amo…” he mumbled. “Amore… mia moglie… nostra moglie…”

The tone he used made a shudder slip down my spine, a gasp shared between our parted lips.

“Mm… la nostra amata moglie, Cardinale,” Terzo chuckled behind us. “Now she is all ours… nobody else's…”

Again, like twin flames, they pressed featherlight, open mouthed kisses to my skin. My chest, shoulders, cheeks, chin - anything within reach. I was panting and we hadn’t even moved from in front of the doors yet.

“I love you, both of you...” I whimpered as Terzo rocked his hips, and obvious hard cock, against my ass. “You’re mine…”

Copia growled, deep and possessive, and he tugged me away from the doorway towards our bedroom. I followed along, almost like a marionette, and I took Terzo’s hand as we moved to bring him with me. I couldn’t help the giggle that slipped from my lips, and I blushed at the roguish look in my Papa’s eyes. Once we were in the bedroom, Copia made quick work of tearing the dress off of my body. Literally. I couldn’t help but gasp at the sound of the ripping seams, heat instantly pooling between my legs, and I locked eyes with him as he groaned.

“Oh Tesoro…” Terzo chuckled behind me, his hand snapping out and cracking me on my bare ass. I jumped, letting out a quiet gasp. “How positively sinful… naked for us?”

I purred under Terzo’s touch as his hands, bare and warm, kneaded the stinging spot as he stepped close enough to grind against me. I felt drunk as I stood there panting, my eyes unfocused as they locked with Copia’s, the heat and lust evident in his hungry gaze. Copia stepped close to us, one hand settling at my waist as the other reached out and tipped my chin up, and he pressed his lips to mine in a kiss so searing it took my breath away. I whimpered as one of my hands reached out and cupped his jaw, my other reached back to grope at the swell of Terzo’s cock.

The shorter man behind me let out a hiss between gritted teeth, resting his painted face against my shoulder as he rocked rhythmically against me. His hands settled at my hips before one slipped between my legs and ghosted against my core. I moaned into Copia’s kiss, heat flooding my veins, then tore away from him to snake one hand into Terzo’s hair and tug his lips to mine.

He chuckled into my frenzied kiss, his fingers skilfully plucking the strings of my arousal in a way that only he knew how.

“I want to taste you, Topolino,” Copia muttered, his hands sliding from my waist to curve around the swell of my breasts. I whimpered, burying my face into Terzo’s neck. “On the bed. Now.”

The sharp growl of the last word sent another shiver down my spine, and lust pooled between my legs. I kicked off my shoes, dress long abandoned on the floor, and slipped into the massive four poster. I watched as they both tugged their tailcoats and vests off, kicking off their own shoes. I couldn’t help the giggled shriek as Copia’s hand wrapped around my ankle and he tugged me to him, settling between my legs and trailing soft kisses down my chest. A soft groan slipped out before I could stop myself as he pressed gentle, teasing kisses against my hips and thighs, his fingers featherlight as he caressed my core.

“Copia…please…” I whined, hands reaching down to thread into his dark hair. “No more teasing…”

“Ah, ah amore…” he spoke, and I jumped at the feeling of his breath against the apex of my thighs, a shudder running through me. “It is our wedding night, no? There is no rush…”

I felt my hips jump as his fingers slipped just slightly inside me, teasing me as they ran back and forth against my wet slit, but never went beyond barely grazing against my clit. I felt the bed dip and turned to see Terzo, positively feral as he looked down at me. He’d stripped naked already while I was distracted, and my eyes instantly drifted to his cock, my mouth practically watering. Gods I’d missed them, this feeling of being enveloped in love and passion and lust.

“I need you, too…” I whimpered. While one hand remained curled in Copia’s hair, I couldn’t help as I reached out with the other for Terzo. The third Emeritus son was never one to last long when it came to me, not when I begged, and he smiled lasciviously as he slid next to me.

“Always, Tesoro…” he purred, settling tightly against me to press soft kisses to my chest, collarbones, and bare breasts. “Anything for you.”

At that moment, Copia began to tease me with the tip of his tongue. I gasped, throwing my head back and arching my spine as his fingers spread me open and his tongue lapped at my core. My cunt clenched tightly as he groaned, his nose buried against me, and I rolled my hips in an attempt to get any friction I possibly could. His fingers suddenly thrusted into me while he sucked on my clit, and I felt my thighs clench against his head. The thread of my orgasm pulled tight, a strangled moan falling from my lips as I rode one husband’s face while the other murmured in my ear words of praise as he ground against my hip.

“Sweet girl, la nostra dolce ragazza…” Terzo murmured in my ear, his hands coming to settle against my throat. “Look at il tua Cardinale, si? Look at the way he devours you… I want you to look at him as he takes you apart.”

A broken gasp ripped its way from my throat as Copia slipped two fingers inside of me and curled to caress the sweet spot deep within me. I looked down and locked my gaze with Copia’s, a positively sinful look in his eyes. I was shaking, panting, and my fingernails dug into his scalp as he timed a flick of his tongue with a curling of his fingers and I saw stars. My orgasm ripped through me with little warning, my hips writhing against his mouth, and a strangled moan filled the room. It clearly had been too long since I’d been able to let them pluck the pleasure from my body.

Copia pulled away and crawled his way up my boneless body, leaving wet open mouth kisses against my skin. My nerves felt frayed but I could tell by the look in their eyes that neither man was finished with me. I shuddered as Terzo tugged on my chin and forced me to meet his gaze.

“My turn, Tesoro…” he chuckled darkly, a wolfish smile on his lips. Even after all this time I couldn't help the blush that spread over my cheeks.

Suddenly, with an ungraceful yelp, I felt myself flipped over and onto my front, my face in Copia’s lap while Terzo pushed my knees apart. I looked up at Copia, his eyes filled with so many emotions and heat that I couldn’t help the smile on my lips. He shifted slightly and I could see his cock in all its glory in front of my face, then gasped as the tip of Terzo’s tongue ran up the back of my thigh, followed by a kiss to my slick folds.

My hand moved without thinking, curling around Copia’s cock tightly and moving in time with Terzo’s gentle, exploratory kisses to my core. I was panting and arching back against him in time with the movements, a whimper slipping from my lips before I could stop it. Copia drank in the sight of us greedily, his eyes hungry as he watched his lovers, his spouses, take pleasure in each others bodies. I felt the Cardinal’s hips begin to rock with the movement of my hand and I locked eyes with him as I finally took his cock, dripping precum, into my mouth with a groan.

I watched as Copia slowly leaned back against the pillows, his arm behind his head as he held my gaze. I couldn’t help the shiver that ran down my spine. Suddenly there was a crack of skin on skin before the heat bloomed on my ass, and I couldn’t help the hiss that slipped out around Copia’s cock.

“Concentrati, amore…” Terzo chuckled behind me, a dark and mischievous sound. “We would not want to disappoint il Cardinale, sì?”

The feeling of Papa’s bare fingers sliding in and out of me, the pad of his thumb brushing teasingly against my clit with a feather-like pressure, it was almost too much. My eyes were hooded as I locked my gaze on Copia, who for his part was panting and lightly thrusting into my warm mouth as I bobbed up and down slowly. He groaned and his hand slipped to lovingly cup my jaw, his thumb brushing my cheek before twining his fingers through the hair at the crown of my head, urging me to pick up the pace. I moaned as I took Copia as deeply as I could, still not the entire length of his cock, and shuddered as Terzo slipped another finger inside of me. Papa curled his fingers and gently pressed against the spot deep inside me that made my legs shake and my arms almost give out.

“That’s it, amore,” Copia hissed, hips bucking up at a faster pace to match my movements. “Una brava ragazza per me…”

“Ah, ah, Cardinale. We do not want to lose you so soon, hm?” Terzo chuckled, pulling away from my core and the building pressure began to ebb. I whined, but that didn’t stop the shorter man from wrapping his arms around my waist and pulling me back against him. “Our lovely bride still has much in store for the evening…”

Copia’s cock popped out of my mouth as Terzo yanked me back and away from the other panting man. The look in Copia’s eyes could only be classified as borderline ghoul-like, feral and fiery. I could practically hear the growl deep in his chest as I was pulled away.

“Terzo…” Copia said, his voice low and menacing. “You better have a good reason for stopping Sorella…”

“Why of course, Cardinale… always.” Terzo chuckled, his hand snaking up and around my throat to hold me in place as he gripped my hip with his other hand.

I felt him under me, his cock hard and straining as I attempted to grind back against him. He chuckled, pulling me against his chest, and whispering against the shell of my ear.

“Papa gets what Papa wants, sì, amore?”

All I could manage in response was a keening, whimper-like sound. I knew it was all for the other man in the bed with us. I was a pawn between these two powerful men, a beautiful prize to be won in their unspoken battle of pleasure. Not that I was complaining. No, I was happy to be the one receiving all the attention from them.

A light squeeze of my throat brought my attention back to the moment as I felt Terzo settle behind me, his other hand gripping tight to my hips as I panted and tried to roll my hips against him. His chuckle was a deep rumble against my bare back as he slowly ran his cock against my dripping cunt, a broken gasp slipping from my parted lips.

“Pazienza, dolce ragazza, pazienza, sì?” Terzo’s voice deep as he whispered to me; his breath hot on the shell of my ear, my breath ragged. “A little tease for our dear sposa…”

I felt the pleasure rolling deep in my belly and I couldn’t help but look at Copia, heat filling my cheeks as I took in the sight of him. His hair was a mess; between my fingers curling in the strands while he ate my cunt like a starving man, and his own hands running through it to push it back away from his eyes, it looked wild. His paints had been smeared on his lips, some almost certainly between my thighs, and the large panda-like eyes were muddled around the edges from sweat. He looked disheveled and undone, something the very reserved Cardinal never let show. I couldn’t help the small smirk that appeared on my face as he locked eyes with me, knowing full well I was the one responsible for this panting mess of a man.

Suddenly Terzo pushed his hips forward, the tip of his cock popping deliciously into me as he edged forward. I gasped, eyes snapping wide as I arched my back and tried to turn back to look at my Papa. His hand on my throat slid upwards and under my jaw, pinning my head to meet Copia’s gaze. The Cardinal was enraptured, his gaze locked on mine, his chest rapidly rising and falling.

“Look Tesoro, look what you do to il nostro soffocante cardinale…” Terzo purred, his hips slowly ebbing and flowing against my shaking body. “Let us give him a good show, eh?”

I cried out as the tight grip on my hip slipped to my lower stomach as Terzo used my arched back against me and began to thrust into me at a punishing pace, the angle perfect as it allowed him to lave against that sensitive spot deep inside me. I shuddered against him, small pants slipping past my lips, all while I obediently kept my eyes on Copia. Terzo’s lips pressed softly against my neck and shoulder as his tongue and teeth gently grazed against my over-sensitive skin. I watched Copia’s hands clench and unclench, something he only did when struggling with a decision; a thrill running up my spine at the thought of what it could possibly be.

I could feel the embers of heat in my belly begin to grow into a steady flame, my thighs shaking as Terzo held me tightly in place. The noises I was making began to grow in both frequency and volume as the pleasure coiled tighter and tighter inside me. I was fighting to keep my eyes open as my nails dug into the soft sheets below me.

“Terzo…please…” I begged, my voice almost ragged as I panted.

“Are you close, amore?” Terzo purred, the hand around my throat coming to cup my cheek and turn my gaze to look at his mismatched eyes.

“Y-yes!”

The coil was so tight it was almost painful, my breath was labored, and I knew my lips must have been swollen.

“Touch yourself,” he ordered, mismatched eyes flashing for a moment as he kissed me, suddenly, possessively.

The hand holding my jaw gripped my wrist, wrenching my hand from where I was clawing at the sheets and shoving it between my thighs. His finger guided my own at first until my sex-addled brain caught up and took over the aggressive movements. I was moaning and panting into his mouth, my head falling back against my shoulder as his movements became less and less precise. I knew he was as close as I was, my eyes drooping closed as I felt the last strands of the rope holding my orgasm deep in my belly begin to fray. A smack on my ass made me yelp and my eyes flew open, Terzo’s smug face looking right at me as my body began to shake with the effort of holding my orgasm back.

“Eyes on me, amate,” he growled, and a whimper slipped from my lips. “Vieni per il tua Papa…”

The wave of my second orgasm of the evening ripped through me, a strangled cry bursting out before Terzo’s lips were on mine again. I shuddered in his arms, the pair of us falling forward slightly as he pounded into me before I felt his hips falter for a moment. His cock twitched inside me as he followed me over the precipice, both of us panting in the afterglow together. I slumped, boneless in his arms as I tried to gather my breath.

“Dolce, bella ragazza…” Terzo muttered as he pressed soft kisses to my bare back.

I smiled, slightly delirious and exhausted as I stretched out my burning thighs. I could feel the chuckle rumbling in Terzo’s chest behind me.

“It looks like I won the bet, Cardinale,” Terzo preened, and my eyes slid open, watching the two men as I adjusted my position to settle back against the pillows. “Amore looks… come si dice… cock wasted?”

“Cock drunk.” Copia’s voice was low and gravely, my eyes drifted towards him.

The expression on his face was dangerous and I couldn’t help the thrill that ran through me. There was only one thing that face meant, and I was quite looking forward to what was in store.

“She looks pretty okie dokie to me, yes?”

I couldn’t help the snort that slipped out, my hands coming up to cover my mouth a second too late, and the arched eyebrow on Copia’s face told me all I needed to know.

“On your feet, Topolino…”

His hand grabbed mine as he slipped from the bed, practically dragging me along after him as I struggled to make my legs work. My body was already deliciously sore as I moved to follow Copia, whose mismatched eyes flicked between my own and Terzo’s slightly shocked face from where he sat. We stopped at the foot of the bed, Copia coming to stand behind me as he pressed a hand between my shoulders to have me bend at the waist. He gently nudged my legs apart, widening my stance as I placed my hand on the ottoman at the footboard. I whimpered slightly as I felt Copia’s hand ghost over my swollen cunt, already beginning to drip at the multiple ideas of what awaited me.

“You see, Fratello…”

“That is marito now, Cardinale…” Terzo snickered.

“Mi scusi, marito…” I didn’t need to see Copia to know the look on his face was murderous. “La nostra sposa and I have been together longer than you and her; naturally I would say I know her body better than you do, no?”

There was a sharp edge to his sickly sweet tone, and I felt my skin prickle. I couldn’t see him but I could sense him, almost like prey trying to stay still to avoid the eye of their hunter. I knew my breath was coming in quick pants, heart thundering in my chest.

“Per esempio…” A sudden sharp crack of his hand on my ass made me jump, though I had enough sense to keep my gasp as quiet as I could. “I know that she prefers a rougher hand at times, sì Topolino?”

Another crack of skin on skin and I wasn’t so lucky as to keep the cry in this time. I heard Copia chuckle as his hand gently ran over the reddening spot, my instinct taking over as I pushed back against his gentle touch.

“Y-yes Sir.” The words didn’t seem as confident as I said them out loud, tone warbling at the end. I couldn’t help but let my eyes drift to Terzo.

His breathing, previously calm and collected, was now borderline panting. Even from here I could see the way his pupils were blown wide as he watched Copia and I, his cock already hardening again between his thighs.

“Una brava ragazza… I had her trained so quickly.” Copia’s voice was coming from behind my right side, my heart thundering as I tried to brace for the next swat of his hand. “She took to this so swiftly, so well…”

I jumped as his fingertips just barely brushed against the column of my spine, like he was trying to feel out each and every vertebrae along the way. His hand stopped just at the base of my neck, lazily drawing a small circle. My skin prickled, goosebumps breaking out all over as I tried to not shake under his soft exploration.

“She reminded me of someone…” He was just in my peripheral vision on my right, I was practically eye level with his cock and I had to resist the urge to drop to my knees and finish what I’d started earlier.

“She reminds me of you, my dear marito.”

The noise Terzo made was so borderline inhuman, I couldn’t stop my head tilting up to look at him. He had scooted forward on the bed, closer to us now and sat back on his haunches. I dared to look over my shoulder at Copia, feeling emboldened by the distraction of Terzo, and the look on the Cardinal’s face made me almost stop this little exchange in favor of an evening more akin to a romance novel.

Copia’s face may have the sharp edge of a dominant taking charge of two submissives, but his eyes betrayed his true feelings. They were soft and full of warmth that was nothing close to the steaming exchange happening in front of me. I knew there had always been an unspoken bond between them, a tension that never felt quite like two close friends. This was as close to a confession of love I had heard from Copia, and my heart clenched at the idea of my husbands not only in love with me but also one another.

Terzo clearly felt the same way as me, if the goofy grin on his face was anything to go by. Papa slipped off the bed, coming around to us. His hand on the small of Copia’s back caught the taller man’s attention. Gently and with more emotion than I thought was possible from the normally dramatic satanic pope, Terzo pressed a soft kiss to Copia’s lips. The Cardinal’s arms came around the smaller man’s waist and he tugged him tighter against him, the kiss growing heated as their lips parted. I couldn’t help as I slowly straightened up, blushing as I watched them. After a moment Terzo pulled back, a small soft smile on his lips as they rested their foreheads against each other.

“Ti amo anch'io, Francesco,” Terzo chuckled, stepping back slightly and coming to me.

His eyes were warm as he pulled me into his arms, cupping my cheek with one hand and slowly pressing his lips to mine. There was so much emotion in that simple action I thought I might actually cry, my arms slipping around his neck as I pulled him in. He chuckled into the kiss before stepping away slightly, turning to look back at Copia with a wry look on his face.

“No more of this game, eh Cardinale? Let us show her how we can work together to give her the best night of her life…”

Twin pairs of mismatched eyes turned to me, a blush spreading over my cheeks as they smirked at me. I felt Terzo’s arm wrap around my waist and pull me towards the bed, Copia’s gaze on my nude form as I followed obediently.

I slipped onto the bed, reclining in the middle of the mattress, and watched Terzo as he crawled toward me before settling between my legs. I felt his hand as it slid up my thigh, sending goosebumps over my skin. Terzo leaned forward and pressed soft kisses to my jaw and I couldn’t help as my eyes fluttered shut.

“Amore… keep your eyes open,” Terzo chuckled as his lips slowly slid down my neck and his teeth nipped the sensitive spot by my ear. “We would not want to miss il Cardinale joining us, sì?”

I felt the bed dip as Copia came to slide himself behind me, and I leaned back against his bare chest, my head now resting on his shoulder and ass nestled against his hardening cock. I arched my back as Terzo’s lips slowly slid down my neck, across my collarbone and between my breasts while Copia’s hands slid from my upper arms, ghosting against the underside of my breasts, and came to settle on my hips. I felt him lean me forward slightly, a gasp bursting from my lips as he slipped his hand between my thighs, teasing my clit as he whispered to Terzo and I.

“Who is going to get the pleasure of your cunt this evening, Stellina?” the Cardinal growled, emphasizing his words with a rough roll of his hips. I moaned, resting my head against Copia’s shoulder while his fingers lazily pressed against my clit. “Mi chiedo chi avrà il piacere di scopare il tuo culetto stretto…”

There was a sort of strangled sound in the air, though truth be told I wasn’t sure whether it had emanated from Terzo or myself. Copia’s cock was now between my legs as he rolled his hips against mine, sliding back and forth against my slick cunt. I shuddered at the feeling as Terzo pulled my head forward to press a searing kiss against my lips. I moaned wantonly, feeling like a wooden marionette with the strings cut as he pulled me into his arms and settled me above him.

“Ride me, amore mia. I want to see your face when you come undone for us…” Papa groaned as I slid down on his rigid cock. A shudder ran down my spine, head thrown back and eyes hooded as I moaned his name.

I gave a few experimental rolls of my hips, before I looked behind me and locked on Copia’s face. His cheeks were flushed, hand roughly pumping his cock while spreading a slick liquid all over his length and fingers. I felt the bed shift as Terzo moved his legs to make room for Copia to settle behind me. I squirmed, rolling my hips against Terzo and I felt Papa’s hands grip my hips to hold me in place. Suddenly something pressed against my ass and I couldn’t help but tense up as Copia spread the lube.

“Stellina, you will need to relax…” The Cardinal purred in my ear, pressing his fingers against the tight muscle. “I will not hurt you… we will take this slow, yes?”

“Y-yes…” I gasped softly, cunt clenching as he gently teased me with his fingertip. “Yes, Copia…”

“Una ragazza così buona e desiderosa…” Copia groaned, finger now sliding in and out of meding in and out of me.

Terzo groaned below me, his hands gripping my hips tightly to prevent me from rolling against them both. My own little sound of pleasure slipping from my lips, my hands planted firmly on Papa’s chest to keep myself upright as my thighs strained with the effort of keeping myself still. I let out a strangled cry as Copia slipped another finger in, my nails digging into Terzo’s skin despite his hiss of pain. I took a moment to adjust my position into something more comfortable while Copia scissored his fingers slightly as he slipped them in and out slowly, stretching me and making me feel more full than I ever had been before. Again, almost tenderly, Copia waited for me to adjust to the change before moving again. It wasn’t tease me anymore…”

“Copia…” I whined, feeling wanton as I rocked against him. I could feel Terzo straining to hold himself back. “Please don’t tease me anymore…”

“Are you sure, amore?” Copia groaned as I arched back against him again, the curve of my ass pressed against him.

My only response was to moan into his neck as I buried my face against him. A deep, rumbling chuckle emanated from the Cardinal and I shuddered as he pulled his fingers from my ass before pushing me forward gently. His hand pressed against my lower back, causing me to arch my hips for him.

“Era da tanto che non condividevamo una donna così, sì marito?” Terzo hissed, his hands still gripping my hips almost painfully while I tried to squirm to find any sort of relief from the growing heat in my belly. “Una ragazza così coraggiosa…”

I felt the head of Copia’s cock brush against the tight muscle and I gasped, nails again digging into the bare skin of Terzo’s chest.

“Rilassati tesoro…” Copia mumbled in my ear, the slow push forward inside of me causing him to hiss at the feeling of me tensing up.

I couldn’t help the high pitched, strangled sound that slipped past my lips. My eyes fluttered shut, and Copia paused to give me time to adjust to the feeling of both of them. Copia’s hand on the small of my back slipped around to my lower stomach, pulling me and stretching me to the perfect angle for him to slip in. Terzo below me was shaking and panting, his expression almost pained, and I felt as he just barely shifted his hips. I could feel not only both of them inside me but the moment they brushed against one another through my walls, the heads of their cocks nudging each other.

There were stars behind my eyes and a pulse deep in my belly as I tried to adjust my position while the two men inside of me began timing their thrusts to accommodate the other. I could feel Terzo shaking like a leaf below me; I knew he wouldn’t last long like this, and I couldn’t help but whimper as Copia pushed forward deeper inside of me.

“C-cazzo, Stelina…” Copia groaned, resting his head against my shoulder blades as he panted. His thrusts faltered slightly and I knew they both were closer than either would like to admit. “Una brava ragazza per noi…”

A shudder ran through me and I bit my bottom lip to hold back a keening sound as Copia’s hand slipped from my lower belly to brush slightly against my clit. Terzo watched us with rapt attention, his face visibility flushed through his paints.

“Do you see what you do to our Papa, amore?” Copia purred into my ear, his hips grinding against mine as he pushed me to rest more of my weight on my hands. “Don’t you see how he burns for you?”

I rocked my hips as much as I was able to in my position, Copia’s fingers skillfully plucking at the last strings of my orgasm. Both men groaned at the same time, and I couldn’t help the cock drunk smile from appearing on my face. In that moment I knew that as much as these men liked to think otherwise, I was truly the one in charge of our combined pleasures. I couldn’t help but lean forward, hands moving to tug Terzo up as much as he could, and press a searing kiss to his lips as I felt the sudden snap of my orgasm. He swallowed my desperate cries with a moan of his own; I could hear Copia hiss and swear but my mind felt like it was floating.

Another few staccato thrusts from Terzo below me, and I felt his cock twitch inside me. His hands gripped my hips so roughly I knew I’d have bruises in the morning. He rolled his hips along with the pulse of my aftershocks, both of us shuddering at the feeling. Behind me there was a growl from Copia who pushed until he was fully hilted inside me, my high pitched keening sound ringing in my ears. The Cardinal tilted my neck and buried his face before biting down hard, not enough to pierce the skin but enough to sting. I arched back against him, shaking in his arms as the three of us slowly came down from our high. I was panting, entirely boneless, and unable to contain the goofy smile on my face as I flopped onto Terzo’s chest. Copia pulled gingerly out of me with a gasp before collapsing next to Terzo and I; an arm lazily slung around us best as possible.

“Woah…” was all I could manage to say, my consciousness floating high above us still.

“I could not agree more, tesoro,” Terzo chucked, the sound rumbling in his chest as I listened to his heart pounding.

I looked up at him, resting my chin on my hands, and smiled sleepily at him before turning to Copia. He looked like he’d just run a marathon, chest glistening with a thin sheen of sweat. I reached out to him, cupping his cheek fondly and gracelessly leaned forward to press a soft kiss to his lips. I felt Copia smile into the kiss, his arm slipping from my waist to cup my jaw almost possessively. I pulled away, sitting back slightly to look at them both with a soft warmth in my chest.

“I love you, both of you.” I smiled, tears welling in my eyes. “I cannot imagine what my life would be like without you two, thank you…”

“Oh Stelina…” Terzo crooned, hand coming up to brush the tears away from my cheeks. “Do not cry amore, you will make this old man cry too…”

“Satana sia buono,” Copia chuckled as he sat up closer to us, practically wagging his eyebrows at me. “The only time I want to see tears in your eyes tonight amore is from pleasure, eh?”

I felt my cheeks flush, a shiver down my spine, and I smiled as he cupped my chin and pulled me towards his lips. Somehow I knew none of us would be getting much sleep tonight.

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Introduction

Hello! Very recently I found out about the existence of writeblr, and since I am currently working on a book series and trying to get the word out about it I thought I'd make a sideblog for it!

My name is Loren, and my full pen name is Loren Finch. I'm 24 at the time of writing this (though my birthday is less than a month away), I like to primarily use he/they, though I still go by she/her in some places due to not entirely being out and still experimenting with my pronouns. I am a mixed, queer, autistic/adhd, transmasc, aroace author who enjoys all things fantasy, gothic, and supernatural.

I am also an artist and you may find some of my character art here! My main blog is @circuslollipop and my art sideblog is @circuslollipopart! You can also find me on twitter @/circuslollipop and on insta @/circuslollipopart!!

I would love to meet and befriend fellow writers and seek out some beta readers in the future once I'm ready for it!

My current writing project was actually inspired by another writing idea I had! That project was moreso about faeries in a steampunk-inspired city, until I had a few worldbuilding ideas on how to integrate vampires into the setting. Then I came up with a couple characters and an entirely new setting, and found that I wanted to write about them instead!

For the time being. Perhaps when this monster of a project is all done, I can go back to that other idea! Or, idk, something about sapphic werecoyotes in an Old West-inspired town.

MY WIP

Currently, I am working on a new adult dark fantasy book series, with an aim for 5 books total. I would comp this as GRISHAVERSE x HELL FOLLOWED WITH US x THE WITCHER.

The Everdark. A vast expanse of forest and mountains where the sun cannot touch, where monsters roam wild and where magic permeates the very soil. To most mortals, the Everdark is a death sentence, but one young man hopes to make it a sanctuary. Renwick had always held a fascination for vampires, and now that he’s been turned into one, he revels at the chance to finally leave behind who he once was—scared and meek with no friends, shunned by his fellows who insisted he was a wretched little girl. Yet instead of the grand castles, billowing capes, and candlelit ballroom dances of his dreams, Renwick finds himself thrust in the middle of a conflict between vampires and monster hunters that threatens to turn deadly. With his new home and fellow vampires on the line, Renwick must uncover the secrets lurking in the fog, all while searching for his enigmatic uncle and grappling with the mysterious circumstances of his own transformation.

This series will feature vampires, undead creatures, elves, magic, a trans autistic MC, many queer characters, and an eventual MLM romance. The setting is inspired by mainly 19th century Europe with some medieval/renaissance era elements, and North American natural landscapes. Currently, I have just started drafting the first book! I am a plotter by nature, and have completed outlining book 1, and have mapped out where the rest of the series will go.