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[seneon]

SPILL SENATION LORE

ok.

ONCE UPON A TIME... there was a mighty king who ruled over nations, especially the senation. the king's name is sen. king sen is well respected and a powerful ruler who is also a very kind king. king sen has a white horse named uh tiramisu (im eating tiramisu rn) and tiramisu is his greatest friend.

the people of senation love and admire king sen a lot, they worship him even. for his success has brought them a good life. then a war came, and his majesty has to partake in this war to fight for the kingdom, so he summoned his greatest knights to join him in battle.

source: knights of the round table, fgo. idk the artist

so together as one community, they set out for the war against the kyoghuries nation.

in the end, kyoghuries nation suffered a great lost. for once again, king sen conquered another nation. he received a new name, and that is conquering sen. fear him, mortals!

after the war, king sen decided his knights and him have a break. thus they travelled around the world back to their kingdom. when the king decided to explore the woods for some food, he came across a damsel in distress. a beautiful woman tied to a tree. so he helped her to be free. what a glorious and helpful king.

"𝖜𝖍𝖆𝖙 𝖎𝖘 𝖆 𝖜𝖔𝖒𝖆𝖓 𝖉𝖔𝖎𝖓𝖌 𝖎𝖓 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖜𝖔𝖔𝖉𝖘 𝖆𝖑𝖔𝖓𝖊..?" king sen asked as the lady replied with a "𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒚 𝒉𝒂𝒗𝒆 𝒄𝒂𝒑𝒕𝒖𝒓𝒆𝒅 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒕𝒊𝒆𝒅 𝒕𝒐 𝒎𝒆 𝒂 𝒕𝒓𝒆𝒆, 𝒔𝒊𝒓."

"𝖙𝖍𝖔𝖚 𝖘𝖍𝖆𝖑𝖑 𝖓𝖔𝖙 𝖋𝖊𝖆𝖗 𝖆𝖓𝖞𝖒𝖔𝖗𝖊, 𝖋𝖔𝖗 𝖐𝖎𝖓𝖌 𝖘𝖊𝖓 𝖍𝖆𝖘 𝖈𝖔𝖒𝖊 𝖙𝖔 𝖗𝖊𝖘𝖈𝖚𝖊 𝖙𝖍𝖊𝖊!"

"𝒐𝒉, 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒎𝒂𝒋𝒆𝒔𝒕𝒚!!"

"𝖜𝖍𝖆𝖙 𝖎𝖘 𝖞𝖔𝖚𝖗 𝖓𝖆𝖒𝖊, 𝖒'𝖑𝖆𝖉𝖞..?" the king took the woman's hands in his and placed a chaste kiss on the back of her hands as she blushed. "𝒊𝒕 𝒊𝒔 𝒑���𝒊𝒏𝒄𝒆𝒔𝒔 𝒓𝒂𝒚. 𝒇𝒓𝒐𝒎 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒌𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒅𝒐𝒎 𝒐𝒇 𝒋𝒆𝒍𝒍𝒚𝒇𝒊𝒔𝒉."

"𝖎 𝖘𝖊𝖊. 𝖎𝖙 𝖎𝖘 𝖙𝖗𝖚𝖑𝖞 𝖆 𝖕𝖑𝖊𝖆𝖘𝖚𝖗𝖊 𝖙𝖔 𝖗𝖊𝖘𝖈𝖚𝖊 𝖆 𝖕𝖗𝖎𝖓𝖈𝖊𝖘𝖘 𝖋𝖗𝖔𝖒 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖏𝖊𝖑𝖑𝖞𝖋𝖎𝖘𝖍 𝖐𝖎𝖓𝖌𝖉𝖔𝖒."

so then, the king invited the princess to stay with him for the entire journey as he will be sending her back to the jellyfish kingdom on their way to senation. tiramisu neighs in delight of a new friend. neigehheheh

but in reality, they have fallen in love (😱). but unfortunately, their fates will not match. they are to be betrothed to other royals. so they could only enjoy each others presence for a while. princess ray is to be married to prince kalo in a few weeks and the king is to remain vacant until he receives answer for proposing to princess noo from noomon kingdom to which, there has been no answers yet.

sometimes romance wasn't meant to be. anyways, the king safely sent the princess back before making some grand promises then he journeys back to his own kingdom.

"long live king sen!!!!" the crowd cheers at the return of their king, once again mighty and righteous. indeed, long live king sen, for he shall live forever.

𝖑𝖔𝖓𝖌 𝖑𝖎𝖛𝖊 𝖐𝖎𝖓𝖌 𝖘𝖊𝖓𝖊𝖔𝖓.

the end.

STARRING. @seneon @httpshujii @tojiluv @milyz @adeliebae @saewako @itonashi @m1-ka29 @kyoghurts @yuquinzel @rninies @anqelically @hyoismbbg @okkalo @noomon

notes. this is nonsense btw 💀 sorry anon

lore part two lore part three lore part four

[mushyooms]

buying him time

[captainjonnitkessler]

>Join a union

>Hear people constantly complaining that the current union leadership is super corrupt, it's all just the same ten guys making all the decisions in secret and nobody else in the union ever gets to know what's going on

>Go to the monthly union meetings that are completely open to all 1200 union members

>The only attendees are the same ten guys every month, giving detailed reports about everything that's going on

[gideonisms]

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[paintedcrows]

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[frosthetix]

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[batsyvie]

[waveoftheocean]

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[theorist-fox]

Can I interest you in some silly sex with Simon? 🧎🏻‍♀️‍➡️

18+

Word count: 1k.

CW: nothing really. Just silly sex. Just giggling sex. Just I-need-to-give-this-man-some-humanity sex. Simon is ticklish and you find out, that's the plot.

Masterlist 🦊

You look delectable straddling his hips.

Naked and soft, plump tits sitting prettily in his hands. His thumbs swipe idly around your perked nipples as you ride him slowly, early morning sun peeking through the curtains and lapping at your skin. What a way to wake up, what a sight.

He stares at your lips and how they part for him—something he still has to get used to, though he probably never truly will. How dulcet does his name sound if it’s your voice whispering it, how beautiful your eyes when they take in his face.

Soft hands are pressed on his chest for leverage, and you’re treating him with a view he keeps pinned to the forefront of his brain—gliding your cunt until you’re chock-full of him, stroking yourself until you’re shivering.

He likes it when he’s on top, sure. He’s used to taking the lead and orchestrating every detail, in and out of the job. 

But when you allow him to sit back and take it? Hell, sign him up. He’d do it every day. Especially when it’s this lazy sex here, in which you’re canting your hips to cum before he does, giving him the blissful chance of feeling you clench around him when he's still hard. 

Goosebumps rise under your nails as they graze down his chest and brush his stomach. Your hands wander blindly on his belly, then his sides, as you clock his eyes with your heavy ones, panting softly, idly—my beautiful, beautiful girl.

But then you inadvertently brush his ribs, and he stiffens—even squirms, and your movements come to a halt.

You blink as conscience returns to you slowly, and the room sinks into tense silence. His cock twitches inside of you when you tilt your head inquisitively, squinting your eyes.

Experimentally, you brush your fingertips against his ribs again, and his biceps flatten to his sides, trapping your hands.

Your eyes widen, and his do the same.

“Don’t.”

You gasp, “Oh my God.”

“Darling, no.” He warns, but you’ve clearly made up your mind already.

Your lips are curled in a smile that promises mischief, and he can only give up, sit back, and count his losses.

“Darling, yes.”

Simon feels your fingers wiggle under the tight press of his arms, but no matter his strength, they're seemingly useless against that playful resolve you're displaying.

His cock is still embarrassingly hard inside you, and Simon reckons it won't soften any time soon. You don’t seem eager to get off him either, thus prolonging the torture with each tiny movement you make.

He inhales sharply and fights tooth and nail to school his expression into neutrality. His eyes are narrowed, and his jaw is locked tight. The only thing giving him away is the flush of his cheeks, getting pinker by the second because he refuses to open his mouth to breathe a much-needed lungful of air. Knowing that if he would, he'd bark a laugh that would proclaim you as the winner of this fight.

He would never.

You roll your hips, then—cheap trick. He unravels with a shaky breath, and his biceps give out enough for you to slip your hands away.

And then, he knows he's done for.

“Cut it out.” He barks, trying to sound stern and miserably failing. He knows because you're laughing even harder.

Your fingers feel like tiny bugs crawling up his sides, and they make his breath catch in his throat.

“Never.” You say, with a grin that scrunches your nose. A smile that would normally make his heart throb, but right now just makes him wish he were a lesser man so he could throttle you.

“Fuckin’-“

You chuckle.

You evil little cunt.

Resistance lasts a few more seconds before he bursts.

It’s not a full laugh that leaves him; more of a wheeze that makes you chortle like a wicked witch. His chest heaves as your fingers frantically tickle his sides. Tries to get you off him by shaking his hips, but that only makes the two of you falter and moan, and then chuckle and catch your breaths.

His shoulders shake in a breathless, choking laugh that pitches upward as you continue with your assault (yes, assault—he is not being dramatic), eyes veiled with tears of frustration and mirth. He shrieks when your hands travel under his armpits—the sound makes you giggle in a way that would have him melt. 

“That laugh’s lovely, baby.” You say with a smarmy grin he wishes he could wipe with a kiss, hands unrelenting against his sides. “Sound like a kettle whistling.”

He tries to glower and push you off, but you’re surprisingly strong when you’re focused. Right now, your only goal is to apparently make him hate you—he'd rather be held at gunpoint than being forced to hold in a laugh that makes his stomach hurt.

Simon now looks shockingly harmless, with his cheeks flushed bright red and his voice an octave too high—wouldn't look dangerous if he tried.

“Tea ready, yet?” You add, batting your lashes, because why not rub salt into the already embarrassing wound marring his pride.

It’s that unfathomably stupid joke that finally makes Simon crack. He barks out a laugh that bubbles up his throat, rippling through his stomach so suddenly that you bounce above him. Your own laugh follows soon after, because each time you manage to steal one from him, your heart vibrates with loving triumph.

But still—he is Simon Riley, isn’t he? Member of Task Force 141. Lieutenant in the UK Special Forces, SAS. The Ghost. There is some pride in there, one he'd like to keep intact.

He tries to recollect his breath, sniffling, and his arms shoot out to wrap around your waist. He rolls onto his side, taking you with him.

It’s then that you find yourself in a position of utter disadvantage, on your back with your big brute of a boyfriend holding you down. You’re wide-eyed and still smiling with barely contained giggles, and he’d be lying if he said it doesn't make his heart soar.

Sure, he’s panting, still proper flushed and apple-cheeked, with shivers wrecking his spine and unshed tears in his eyes—but he takes great pride in having won yet another fight (again, not overreacting at all, if you ask him).

He grabs your wrists and pins them above your head.

You fix him with a look. “Simon, no.”

Before you can add more to your complaint, he rams his cock into you until your chest stutters, your lips mouthing around a shaky breath he drinks dry with a wet kiss.

He fucks you into the mattress, then—once, twice, until the remnants of laughter vanish from your face and you’re trembling in bliss, eyes rolled back under heavy eyelids.

He places a sloppy kiss down to your collarbone.

“Simon, yes.”

[kinou]

shivers

[batboopp]

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[biggest-gaudiest-patronuses]

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[yuutaguro]

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