#just two mates having a convo

[jellostix]

Yesterday and She Loves You by the Beatles are a conversation between two friends. The first friend thinks he's lost his love Yesterday. The second friend is reassuring the first that actually "I talked to your girl yesterday and She Loves You mate. Go apologise and it'll be fine."

[courviknight]

today worst day ever 🥹🥹 so glad to be home

[saleeba]

fool ; jude bellingham

summary ♡ betting on the phenomenon of unrequited feelings, you and jude have never dared to make the first move with the other until a reunion forces new questions to be answered.

pairing ♡ jude bellingham x fem!reader

content ♡ 18+, smut, friends to lovers, alcohol consumption, cursing, kissing, both jude & reader are pining idiots, fingering, p in v sex, marking, missionary, unprotected sex (jude pulls out but still pls practise safe sex!!)

a/n ♡ she's baaaack :D but first☝🏽alexa play fool by nct 127 !!!! the lyric "you’re a goddess but i’m a fool, what should i do?" was written for this fic in particular i just know it was :] anyway hehe this fic is based off this request so tysmm to anon for sending such an exciting prompt !! i hope yous enjoy 🫶🏽💗 WAIT P.S this isn’t proofread bc i lowkey am not rocking with it so i didn’t wanna put myself thru having to read it again & again … im sorry for any mistakes :’)

you had just gotten off work to a stream of relentless texts from your best friends’ groupchat — phone pinging off the rails whilst you were on shift, muffled buzzes from your bag making you wonder what on earth was worth blowing up in that whatsapp group on a random friday afternoon.

on the train back home, you tap open the green app, anticipating yourself easily spending the entire journey catching up on the three hundred-plus texts from your closest mates. you decide to start right from the beginning of the influx, thumb scrolling nonstop and eyes blurring from the rapid movement until they focus back on the screen where you stop, finally having reached the destination of the first text that set it all off. 

it was from none other than jude bellingham, and you were nearly embarrassed by the way your face instantly lit up upon reading his message. the groupchat’s golden boy had popped up after weeks of minimal contact, asking if he could take everyone for a night out tomorrow to make up for it, stating that he finally has some small gaps of free time between hectic pre-season schedules to allow him to do so.

it honestly warmed your heart that the first thing he wants away from football is to see you all. you’d been a band of good friends since the first year of secondary school, contact not necessarily strained as you all had a lot of love for each other but rather unspokenly reduced after leaving school two years ago and falling into busy university or career ventures.

instead of scrolling through to read and react to the plethora of follow-up texts after his, you ignore them and jump straight to typing your reply to his invitation, casting aside that nagging voice asking you: doesn’t that seem too desperate?

no, right? i’m just accepting his invitation, getting straight to the point, the convo ended half an hour ago anyway. you’re arguing with yourself now, feeling the need to give unnecessary excuses to nonexistent accusations. if you were to be honest with yourself, you were always self-conscious of the way you behaved around jude, even now debating on whether to add your signature heart emoji or if it’d come across as you trying too hard given your feelings for him; albeit them being feelings that no one knows about, not even him. you made sure for it to be that way.

with a mental note to get over yourself, you send an affirmative ‘i’m up for it!’, signature heart included, and quickly shut off your phone. heart beating so rapidly, you scolded yourself for getting so worked up over a mere reply and for definitely not getting over yourself. god knows how you’re going to handle seeing him in person. 

a sudden double buzz from your device does nothing to calm you down, instead dampening your hands with sweat when you grab it and see a pair of messages from him.

jude 🌟: heyy i’m so glad you can make it tomorrow :)

jude 🌟: can’t wait to see you!! ❤❤

he had messaged you separately for some reason and he had included two hearts… the overthinking starts for you again, without even beginning to think about what to reply this time, and you question why he couldn’t have just replied to you in the groupchat or why he couldn’t have just left the end of the messages with a ‘x’ like he usually does or why he would even say what he said in the last message. mind frantic and unable to clear itself, you thank yourself for having your read receipts turned off so you can have your mini meltdown without worrying about jude knowing you’d seen his messages multiple minutes ago. god, you were down so bad. 

you force yourself to open the messages app and send the most casual reply you can type.

you: can’t wait to see you too! ❤

you try to keep it short, sweet and nonchalant even if your fingers are itching to type more – more about how much you had missed him, more about what he was planning to wear tomorrow night so that maybe you could match your own outfit with him, more about your true, unfiltered feelings for him. it’s pathetic really; you hadn’t seen him in two years and the first thing you wanted to do was throw yourself at him, spilling all the secrets you’d been holding close for so many years. you leave it at that, put your phone on do not disturb mode and head on home, waiting for the long hours of friday evening to pass and saturday night to arrive.

***

and so saturday night rolls around and you just about finish touching up your makeup and smoothing out your dark blue dress before the doorbell rings, and you’re whisked away to the club by a couple of your girlfriends. 

as soon as you step your high heels into the building, you’re met with the sight of flowing booze and the noise of noughties r&b beats bouncing around the brightly lit walls. dragged by the hands of your friends, you find yourself standing next to a booth at the back of the club, the rest of the group now welcoming you latecomers with a loud cheer.

“finally, girls. you took your time!” one of your male friends remarks, ushering you all to sit down.

“oh god, what have we missed?” you beam, trying to scan the group amongst the strobing lights to catch a glimpse of the person you were really there for. 

“nah, you’re just in time because… first round’s on mister madrid!”

the callout breaks your friend group into a raucous holler as your gaze fixes onto the six foot-one footballer who stands up with an amused grin and a sigh of feigned defeat. your heart quickens and your smile turns into a state of near disbelief over how good jude looks right now – graphic white t-shirt hugging his biceps in all the right places and hanging over a pair of smart-casual black trousers.

“yeah, yeah, anything for my groupies,” he winks at no one in particular but your brain almost convinces you that he was looking at you while doing it. you send a shy smile his way just in case but what he says next has your mouth running dry. “help us out, will ya, y/n?”

you hesitate for a second too long for your liking, stumbling over your words while your friends peer at you. “uh… uh-huh, yeah, of course.” you answer as quick as you can, standing up on your feet slowly as to not trip over your now-shaking legs and send yourself flying into jude, and to avoid embarrassing yourself more than you think you already have.

he responds with a grateful smile and you follow him to the bar where he places an order for a round of drinks and some shots to be delivered to the group by the two of you. there’s an odd unfamiliarity to the silence between you both and you realise that you aren’t normally this quiet around jude, and neither is he around you; you would always joke that he’d be eligible to talk for england if he wasn’t already playing football for them. he’d retort with a comment about how his ears could almost fall off with the amount of chatting you do, and you’d dryly reply with a ‘well, they’re too big for your head anyway. look at the size of them!’ the pair of you were always as thick as thieves in the eyes of everyone else. which is why you didn’t expect it to be like this, especially after two years of not seeing each other – there was so much you wanted to catch up on from his world and so much you wanted to share from yours. you decidedly gain some courage and take the initiative to spark some conversation, get something going at least.

“soo, how have you been, then?” you’re both facing the bar, your head barely tilting in jude’s direction to indicate that yes, it is him that you’re talking to and not some random like he assumes you are with the way you’re positioned away from him, eyes just about turning to steal a glance of his figure but not to hold eye contact. “how’s la vida española?”

jude finds amusement in your sudden flaunt of the spanish language, a smile breaking out on his face, unseen to you since he’s still facing the same direction that you are, preoccupying his eyes with the myriad of bottles on the shelves while his mind searches for an apt reply.

“yeah, it’s been great, i think i wanna stay there forever,” jude laughs, his fingers tapping on the black surface of the bar. you can’t help the selfish feeling of your heart dropping at his confession. “i miss you, though, y’know… a lot.” 

this one confession forces your whole body to turn itself towards him, eyes now chasing after his to seek some form of sincerity, to see if he was just messing about or if he really meant what he just said. he shifts his head to face you now, a bashful look painted onto his features. the expectant silence says it all really; of course i mean it. 

you gulp and decide to break the quietness with a sarcastic, jesting “ugh…”, jude’s face dropping at what he thinks is genuine disgust from you. you realise your attempt to denounce the awkwardness has backfired.

“oh my god, you dickhead, i’m joking,” how is it that mere moments ago you were shaking at the sheer real-life presence of him but now you’d transformed into having this confident playfulness? and all of it without a drop of alcohol in your system as well – you’re quietly proud of yourself. “i missed you too, jude… a lot.” you coyly repeat his words. 

upon your turn of the confession, the bartender sets down your drink orders and the two of you wordlessly carry the trays over to where your friends are situated, the silence way more comfortable now that you’re both basking in assurance, unbeknown to the other that your hearts were racing at a hundred miles per hour.

***

not even two hours and an innumerable amount of shots later, you’re all a drunken mess; definitely not a surprise to a single one of you. what is a surprise is the way you’re strewn across jude, right leg wrapped around his left, head on his chest, swirling and sipping from what’s clearly an empty glass to any sober, sane person. you grumble and mutter a complaint about the lack of liquor in the booth, taking it upon yourself to head to the bar and order another round for everyone.

“i’ll come with you,” jude announces over the pounding of the music, standing up so quickly that his next five steps are staggered and he has to cling onto your arm to steady himself. “i’m fine, i’m okay.” he assures nobody that asked.

the two of you stumble your way into the path of the bar, determined to drink until the sun comes up and forget every strand of stress until the hangovers come knocking. jude’s soft grip on your arm has you being led in the opposite direction all of a sudden, though. 

“uhm, where are we going?” you question, head still turned to where the bar is located, about to ask him if he was so hammered he couldn’t walk in a simple straight line to get to where you’d planned to go. “jude?”

he’s silent, save for humming his way to his desired destination, and you question if he even knows where he’s leading you. before you make the choice of going along with him or leaving his clearly confused self to go cop your next cocktail, you find yourself in the disabled toilets, pushed up against the sink with the door not even shut properly, gasping at how rough jude is handling your body compared to his soft touches from before, and how close his face is to yours, warm breath fanning the skin of your lips. you weren’t strictly against it all but how the hell have you ended up like this? The alcohol and the questions come at you fast, dizzying your brain but you can’t help but feel so keenly anticipative.

“i’m sorry, i just…” he pulls away from you, eyes fluttering closed so he can re-evaluate his actions, exhaling through his nose as if he was letting go of all doubts before continuing. “am i okay to do this?” he places his hands on your waist, pushing himself back into your space, his full lips more or less about to take yours. you have to refrain from letting the effects of alcohol take over your tongue and uttering back with a breathy ‘you can do whatever you want to me’.

instead, you answer with an earnest, eager nod, inviting his lips to finally do that one thing you had been dreaming of for so long, to kiss yours so silly that they’re left with the imprint of him. and jude does just that.

his mouth takes in yours so determinedly, shyness and hesitation now long-dissolved feelings for you both as your hands find home around the back of his neck, pushing his head further onto you, feeling the need to taste him more and more until you’re both consumed by each other. 

it’s a messy makeout, noses bumping and teeth clashing, but it’s oh so hot, the way he gasps into your mouth from breathlessness and pleasure, running and gripping his large hands over the material adorning your waist and hips as the need to rip it off you nearly overtakes him. to you, he’s so utterly intoxicating that a gallon of alcohol would pale in comparison to how dizzy his skin on yours makes you feel. 

you release a moan at the meagre thought of jude all over your body, and he takes the opportunity to slip his tongue over yours, filthy noises of wetness and carnality from the both of you reaching high pitch as jude somehow simultaneously pushes you against the sink and pulls you against his chest, his manhandling of you getting you even more hot and bothered before you’re both interrupted by the hub of people passing by and huddling right outside the bathroom, their self-occupied shouts and cheers dragging you out of the bubble that the two of you had wrapped yourselves in, almost sobering you up on the spot.

you push jude out of your way, gentle but abrupt, and give him a look of apologetic regret. “i-i’m sorry,” you say, jitterily walking past him and exiting the room without a second glance or word, heading straight to the booth where your friends are hollering and hurraying, occupied with shot-drinking contests. 

your girlfriends offer to go home with you when you lie and tell them you’re not feeling very well, but you decline them, instead telling them to have fun on your behalf and letting them know that you’ll try to text them once you get home safely. you can tell they’re confused by your shaken state and the absence of jude but you grab your bag and make your exit before the interrogation can even begin to brew.

you manage to grab a taxi back home, surprised by how competent you are despite the alcohol in your bloodstream and confusion in your brain. on the way there, you can’t stop the bouncing of your knee nor the racing of your psyche, asking yourself how and why whatever went down with jude went down like that. you curse at yourself for being so impulsive in starting and finishing the whole ordeal with him in the way that you did – you don’t know if it’s the empty, depressive drunk thoughts or just clarity from the whole jude thing that makes you feel like there’s no coming back from this at all. you feel like crawling into your bed and never coming out from it ever again. 

the taxi driver has to call for your attention multiple times until you reach earth again and pay him the journey’s fee. you go skulking all the way up to your front door, only letting out a breath that you feel like you’ve been holding since the beginning of the night once the door shuts behind you.

the rest of the night is quiet and orderly for you, telling yourself to not invite any more chaos into your brain and to simply drink some water and to go to sleep. waking up tomorrow morning is going to be painful in more ways than one.

***

you spend the rest of the weekend nursing a ferocious hangover and a frazzled heart, only contacting your friends to tell them that you got home fine and to joke that you probably need a century or two for this hangover to be gone. you thank the high heavens that they don't bring up the topic of you and jude 

you try not to think too much about jude, you really do, but sunday night has a couple of taps landing you on the instagram app and you learn that he’s already back in spain, pictures of him in training sliding across your phone screen on his story along with selfies with his teammates. usually, you tap that small red heart at the bottom and hope that he sees it amongst his millions and millions of notifications, a tiny ritual of yours that now has you feeling so pathetic that you don’t dare to do it anymore.

running a hand over your weary face, you set your phone down and opt to nap the night away, finding comfort in the non-intrusion from your friends and the no contact from jude, hoping to keep yourself busy and distracted with whatever the work week brings.

a ring from the doorbell rips through your flat just as you’re organising your pillows, forcing you to stop what you’re doing and ponder who could be at the door on a sunday while the clock ticks some minutes past one o’clock. you don’t recollect ordering any food nor are you expecting a delivery, especially not this late. 

trudging your way to the front door, you open it to find jude bellingham standing there and you feel an instant pang of regret, wishing you had peeked through the window to see who it could be, wishing you had pretended to not be in, wishing the ground would open up right now and swallow you whole  – anything to escape the confrontation that you’re now having to face. your face heats up with embarrassment and nerves but you manage to rupture the silence before your mouth can turn dry. 

“j-jude, hi,” you try and keep your greeting as polite and cordial as you can, even when all you really want to do is to chase him off your doorstep. “what are you doing here?”

your query has jude visibly gulping, hands fiddling with each other as he attempts to hold eye contact with you, his vision a bit blurry from exhaustion. “y/n… sorry, can i come in?”

you oblige, holding the door open wide before you guide him to the living room and invite him to sit down on the plushness of your sofa, settling yourself on the opposite end of it. you silently prompt him to say what he came here to say with a nod of your head. 

“uhm, i’m sorry for turning up unannounced, and so late…” ever the courteous. “i had to sneak away from the lads and catch the last flight to here so it was all a bit down to the wire.” he lets out a small, uneasy laugh.

you cut off his rambling with a curt “what do you want, jude?” you don’t mean for it to sound so rude but you still hold the attitude of wanting to get this over and done with, already feeling annoyance at yourself for even letting him into your home. 

“right, yeah, i actually wanted to talk about what happened on saturday,” he goes back to fiddling with this thumbs, eyebrows furrowed but he avoids looking at you this time. not that you can blame him because your own vision shifts to anywhere but his direction. “i’m so sorry for making you uncomfortable a-and please tell me if this is inappropriate, but i haven’t stopped thinking about last night, i haven't stopped thinking about you, i-i’m sorry, i know this is all so silly and you probably don’t even feel the same bu-”

you stop him right there, this time with good reason as you can’t bear holding back your real emotions, not when he’s practically given you the green light to spill the contents of your heart.

“no, jude, i didn’t feel uncomfortable at all,” you assure him, gaze now on the footballer in front of you and you almost can’t believe the words leaving your mouth right now. “i wanted it to happen, i’m glad it happened, you know, i think i’ve had dreams about it happening,” you try and offset any tension with a timid chuckle before turning quite pensive. “i really like you, jude, i have for a long time… god, sorry, this is so embarrassing.” you return to making light of the situation you’ve put yourself in, the timidness sinking back in as quick as the relief lifts you up. 

jude moves closer to your now-cowering body, knees touching as your heartbeat surges with worry and self-consciousness all wrapped up into a tight, miserable ball. he puts his sweat-dampened hands into yours and squeezes in silent assurance before raising them up to his lips and laying a chaste kiss on the heated skin.

he can’t help but break out into a sweet smile, eyes threatening to crinkle at the edges. your face is still sketched with tension and now confusion has joined the mix.

“i can’t tell you how long i’ve waited to hear that from you, how much i needed to hear it,” your eyes meet his, widening in surprise a little. “i’m a fool for not telling you sooner… i like you, y/n, i really like you.” he repeats your own words back at you, leaning in with a smattering of amusement dancing in his vision. 

“can i kiss you?” the question leaves your lips faster than you can even process it in your brain.

jude wastes no time in replying with a firm pressing of his mouth on yours, deepening it within seconds, the need to cement his feelings for you being told through the way he cradles your head in his hand, leaning you back onto the arm of the sofa to further intensify the kiss. your lips move along with his, the soft weight of his body pressed against yours making you whine into his mouth in ecstasy.

he lifts off of you with a puckering of his swollen lips, the both of you taking the chance to draw in some air and attempt to regulate your breathing pattern.

“please take me to the bedroom,” you beg, breathless from the sheer sight of his dark eyes and pretty pout. there’s no fight nor denial from jude as he picks you up and prompts you to wrap your legs around his waist, quickening his pace once you point in the direction of your room.

he lays you down on the bed so gently, lips latching onto yours once again before they travel down your jaw and over the warm skin of your neck. the light touch of his fluttering eyelashes married with the pressure of his soft lips has your head spinning, hands tentatively laid on top of your sheets since you don’t trust yourself to not grab his head and bring it back to your lips. his fingers tinker with the waistband of your pyjama trousers, stretching it off your skin before he asks permission to peel them down your legs. 

once they’re cast away in some corner of your bedroom, jude divides your legs by the underside of your knees, tucking himself into the now available space between them, turning onto his side and resting on his left forearm. he leaves a small kiss over your covered cunt and you try your best to not just clamp his head in between your thighs and smother him with your growing wetness here and now. 

“need to get you ready, baby,” the sudden mention of the petname has you throbbing, squirming even more when he traces a line from your clit down to where there’s a small damp spot forming on the dark material of your underwear.

“jude, please,” you whine out, lifting your hips in a desperate bid to get the boy to strip your lower half completely. 

he shushes you in his own charming way, making sure to comply with your demand by getting up onto his knees and discarding your soaked panties in a matter of seconds, the cold air generated by his large hands whipping them off you hits your exposed pussy, making you hiss through gritted teeth.

jude returns to the gap between your spread legs, sitting back but still on his knees, his higher position causing you to shift onto resting your body weight on the palms of your hands in order to peer at his actions – which start with him re-tracing that same teasing line from your aching clit to your hole with his thumb, the feeling now so intense on your unclothed skin. he hums in what sounds to be satisfaction when you throw your head back in pleasure, taking it in his favour to slip his index finger into the tightness of your pussy. 

you release a guttural groan at the feeling of finally having some part of him inside you; you of course don’t want this to be the only part but you’re still so very grateful, so fucking grateful he’s now rubbing at your clit in delicious rounds, thumb tracing circle after circle while his fingers form a pair, pistoning in and out of you so easily due to the way your cunt douses itself with every move of jude’s. 

“fuck, baby,” jude moans at the sight of his soaked digits every time they barely pull out of that pretty pussy, his thumb torturing your sensitive bud increasingly so, the cries and whimpers spilling from your lips an incentive for him. “feel so good and tight around my fingers, can’t imagine how you’ll feel around my dick.” 

his words have you absolutely reeling, writhing against his hand to try and chase that moment of release. 

“please, jude, i’m so close,” you’re warning and demanding at the same time, almost begging him to not stop or even think about moving his fingers out of you. “god, please, i need it,” 

jude suddenly retracts both of his hands, leaving you bare and empty. “no way, baby, need to have you cumming on my cock or not cumming at all,” he comments with a shake of his head, denying you the opportunity of leaking your cum over his hand. upon seeing your bewildered face, he makes up for it by putting on a show of licking your juices clean off his fingers, the digits popped inside his mouth and dragged right back out with a low moan, him praising the way you taste. 

“move up the bed for me, angel,” he orders, watching you while he stands up and unclothes himself as quick as he can. you scoot backwards, legs still spread open like they’ve been locked in that position, before pulling your oversized t-shirt off of you, chest void of a restricting bra . “good girl,” he praises, crawling up to hover his body over your laying one, cock in hand as your legs come to wrap around him. “are you still okay with this? we can stop at any point, okay?”

the sincerity of his voice has you melting. some would remark that the bar is in hell for you but the truth is that you hadn’t been with anyone like this for more months than you could count on your hands. you've been touch-starved and lacking words of affirmation for so long, and you needed something to be only about you for once. 

“i’m more than okay with this,” you smile up at him, nodding to make your approval fully known. “and yes, i know i can stop you if i need to.”

jude reciprocates the same smile before leaning in and smothering your lips with his, pushing his cock into your tight wetness, so tight that your pussy almost pushes him back out, not used to being penetrated by something so thick.

“oh my god!” the feeling of tightness/fullness has you both gasping out the same thing at the same time, erupting into quiet giggles when the two of you realise your matching reactions. 

jude’s mouth finds its way back home in the embrace of your lips and you swear this is heaven, the way his cock slides in and out of your sopping cunt, set at such a perfect pace, the slight friction causing you to grow even wetter – the filth of it all contrasts so well with the sweetness of his muffled moans and tender kisses on your neck, moving down onto your collarbones and tits.

a particularly harsh thrust of his cock has your back arching, chest pushed up to his heated face, and he takes this golden opportunity to wrap his lips around your erect nipple, spending a good while sucking and tugging on the skin around it. you’re amazed at how his cock doesn’t relent inside you, the speed still so quick and consistent even when he’s so occupied in painting splotches on your tits with his mouth.

“there,” he pants out, pulling his head back and marvelling at his own creation. “now, there’s no doubt that you’re really mine.” the smile he gives you is a killer.

you whine at his declaration of you belonging to him, scratching at his shoulders and calling out his name to indicate that it’s all too much for you, that you’re so, so close to cumming on his cock and really giving him what he wants rather than pleasing yourself. you figure that’s you gone now; you’re more willing to put the boy above your own needs because you’re down that fucking bad for him.

“fuck, jude, i’m gonna cum!” you sob, your moans becoming more frequent and higher pitched, legs starting to shake from the intoxicating mix of exhaustion and delight. you’re frantically chanting “please, please, please” into his mouth which parts to swallow your whimpering, wet lips kissing your trembling ones. 

“go on, baby, cum for me, cum all over this cock,” he groans out, eyes squeezing shut when the feeling of your pussy clamping down tightly on his thickness proves too much to handle, face finding refuge in the crook of your neck. he knows you don’t need his permission, he would’ve let you orgasm as many times as you wanted to, would’ve let you use him like your own personal sex toy, but the words were only there to keep you going when his hips felt like faltering – he needed you cumming on his cock like he promised before, and he wasn’t about to fuck it up himself.

a final scream rips from your throat as you cum hard around jude, pussy clenching and pulsating around his cock so sporadically you thought you were having two orgasms at once. jude can’t handle it anymore, pulling out with a myriad of moans as he pumps his shaft with a hand, decorating the expanse of your lower abdomen with warm, white liquid. you’re still squirming, slowly trying to wheeze out the remaining whimpers from your lungs which you’re finding hard to do with the way jude pants and moans above you, the boy so spent he can’t help but breathe like he hasn’t had access to air for the past hour.  

he flops down by your side, arms and legs sprawled like a starfish, chest rising and falling as he attempts to recuperate from the mindblowing sex you two just had. the image is so unserious that you can’t stifle your giggles but you decide to take another step of courage to lay on your side resting your head on his shoulder, fingers stroking his abs and playing with the curly hairs of his happy trail. 

the room is quiet now with the scent of sex wafting through your nostrils on occasion but it’s the most comfortable silence you’ve experienced with jude, the feeling of his hot skin on yours so soothing to you.

after a period of panting, jude clears his throat and your ears prick up at the presence of sound. he turns his head towards you and you lift yourself up and off him out of instinct – you want full attention on him.

“i don’t want this to be a one-time kinda thing, y’know,” he proclaims, biting his lip from saying too much in one go.

“what, is this your way of saying you want round two already?” you joke, nose crinkling at the way he rolls his eyes playfully.

“shut up,” he delivers a poke to your side. “i mean, well, i don’t want either one of us to see this as a spur-of-the-moment thing, i just…” you look at him expectantly, silently telling him to continue. “i want you to be my girlfriend, y/n.” 

you’re nearly knocked back by his words, wondering if they’re real or if you’re simply just hearing things. you thought dialogue like that, coming from him, was only reserved for your imagination, kept secret and only spoken to you in late-night mental scenarios that would comfort you on your way to slumberland.

you let out a laugh that’s an odd mix of relief and disbelief, quickly replying “yes, yes, of course” to his awaiting face, which releases a look of relief itself before jude captures your lips with such passion you’re both knocked back onto the plush pillows, giggling into each other’s mouths until your hands find themselves running down the defined muscles of his abdomen and over his hardening cock.

[sarawritestories]

Still My Beautiful Girl

Azriel X Plus Size Fem Reader

Summary: You and Azriel have been together for some time, and you have since gained some wait in the comfort of your relationship. While lying in bed you make a off handed comment that causes Az to tell you how much he loves you.

Content Warning: reader has a slight negative view of her self that only comes when she's feeling insecure (everyone has those days)

A/N: heavily inspired by a convo my future hubby had with me while cuddling! I also have been feeling

ACOTAR MASTERLIST

You were snuggled against your mate, the cool night autumn breezed into your shared room as you were readying for bed. Azriel's shadows were swirling against your hip as his wings blocked the wind from chilling your skin. His forehead leaned against yours as his beautiful hand was placed against yours, palm to palm.

You took a moment to study your hand against his and furrowed your brow. His shadows swirled up, entwining your wrist to his. You huffed a laugh, "My hand is so tiny."

Azriel gaze met yours, his hazel eyes sparked even under the dim fae lights. He slowly moved his gaze to your hand. He formed a tight line with his mouth as his eyes raked up and down my body, you were only in a t-shirt and underwear but the t-shirt didn't do much to hide your now soft stomach, thicker thighs or the fact that your breast had gone up a few sizes since Azriel and you got together.

The Shadowsinger was quiet, and his lack of words caused a bout of insecurity to wash over you and down the bond. Readying to turn your head and go to sleep, he laced his fingers with yours and whispered, "You talk as though that's the only small thing about you?"

You snort and meet his eyes again, "It is, Az. I have gained weight since we accepted the mating bond. Sometimes, i feel huge. " You had the stretch marks to prove it. And the old portraits hanging on the wall to show how much you said gained. All in the comfort of finding love.

Azriel kissed your nose and gave a small sad smile, "My love, you are not huge. Your personality, perhaps." You laughed, and his eyes sparkled in response. "When I look at you, I still see the female I fell in love with all those years ago." He released your hand only to put his scarred hand over your heart. It began to thump erratically, "She is right in there, and her soul sings to me.

His soft plump lips pressed against yours as his shadows looped around your waist, pulling you closer to him. Eliciting a gasp out of you, he slipped his tongue in your mouth, and you moaned. Before you could deepen the kiss he pulled away. "You are still my beautiful girl. That will never change. You just gave me more to love." He kissed you again. His scent of citrus and fresh mist flooded your nose as you melted into his bare chest. He wrapped his arms to you.

Pulling away, you stare into his warm gaze. "I love you, Azriel." You whispered.

"And I love you, Baby." And not long after the two of you drift off into a blissful sleep.

[little-miss-dilf-lover]

Tan breaking the bed?? So now we have to both sleep on the couch.That's it, that's the whole smutty request. It must be Horny for Tan season or something (when is it not?) 💺 anon

loving where your head is at😌 always horny for tan season on this blog. thanks for requesting, hope you like it💌 inspired by the suggestive text convos. and the image has no relevance to the fic but his arm and hand??????????? help

MONEY WHERE HIS MOUTH IS.

tangerine x fem!reader

word count. 498

warnings. 18+ only!! unprotected pinv, mating press, breaking beds. minors dni

Tangerine has been away on a two-week-long mission in South Africa, and the extent to which you missed each other was always incomprehensible. The distance and time apart isn't an uncommon part of your relationship - it was simply a kink in the road you've grown to be become comfortable with.

This time, while he was away, he filled you with an insatiable want for him, a thirst that couldn't be quenched with the hundreds of miles of distance between you. It was need he fed regularly with his filthy texts and voice notes.

So when he returned home safely to you, he put his money where his mouth is - fulfilling every one of those promises he made to you during your late-night calls.

He had you on your shared bed within minutes of being back, your naked self lying desperately under him. His weight balanced on the backs of your knees, pushing down onto your thighs as he continuously drives his cock into you - holding you in mating press. 

The wind of his hips urgent and erratic, the deep need to feel you wrapped around him being the only solid thought in his brain. His strokes precise and intricate, every move made with intention - as if there's preparation and thought behind each thrust he gives you. 

Every drag of his cock rips out broken noises from you, his weight knocking strained sounds from the pits of your stomach. The only other sounds in the room being his soft grunts, the hasty creaking of the bed and the slapping of sticky, wet skin. All of the lewd sounds merging together.

His expression is primal and desperate, staring down at you with that carnal look he often wears - curls falling from his usual pushed-back-do, stray hairs danging across his forehead as he vigorously fucks himself into you. 

Just as you feel another high rise to the surface, you hear the cry of help of the bedframe from under you - the creaking getting louder and louder. The wooden slats sounding mere moments away from giving in. 

He brushes away your cautious expression, shaking his head as if to quieten you - putting off that thought like he was trying to concentrate. The throbbing of his cock inside you alluding to his close release. 

"Shush. It don't matter," he coos, his voice hoarse. "Will get a new one, just— just focus, love."

You do as asked, nodding up at him as you reach for his wrists, wrapping your fingers around the thickness like you were trying to keep him there - getting back in the zone and distracting yourself from the inevitable break of the bed. 

You feel Tangerine tense up - his body stilling above before you feel a dip in the mattress beneath you, the frame caving in from under. He shakes his head frustratedly and readjusts his position, fucking you into the broken bed until you're both gasping and blubbering from your climaxes. 

sorry it’s kinda short and shit

[eirianerisdar]

SO I MIGHT BE GOING A LITTLE INSANE OVER THE C2 HAMBURGER CONVO IN THE MONACO GP FULL ACCESS SO HERE'S A BREAKDOWN:

It starts off with Charles answering a question we don't hear from Carlos, but given context it's probably "When can I come over to visit":

At this point Carlos knows Charles is ribbing him about he Schrodinger's hamburger he promised two years ago. The subs that follow aren't shaded correctly; they both say "I'm still waiting" and Charles says "For it" and Carlos says "For an invite"

But the crucial thing about Carlos saying "for an invite" here, is that they're actually not bickering about the legendary hamburger at all - they're bickering about PLANNING their first meetup in Monaco, whether it be at Charles' home or Carlos'.

Charles wants to do a whole weekend, because he's Charles and he treats his friends well and is like YOU ARE IN MONACO NOW, WE NEED TO DO A WEEKEND AND MEET UP PROPERLY

Meanwhile Carlos is like mate you can just invite me for lunch or dinner it doesn't need that much planning

Another wrong sub: Charles is like -_- (for reasons we'll see in a moment) and Carlos is like "No?" but neither of them says "no thank you"

Charles says "you don't want to" because this means Charles will have to cook, and he knows how (in)capable he is of cooking. He gets red in the face because of this

And at the end of the clip they're still circling the same thing. Charles wants a full day or weekend because he's like YOU MOVED HERE. FIRST MEET UP AFTER YOU MOVED TO MONACO HAS TO BE MORE THAN A MEAL

And meanwhile Carlos is legit just like "I am casual with friends I like to pop over for lunch or dinner" while Charles is like PLEASE LET ME TREAT YOU WELL

[starshideurfics]

Thirsty Thursday - Ring My Bell

steddie, omegaverse, flagging/signaling culture, mdni 🔞

Based on a fun worldbuilding convo in the SHOM discord that’s still buzzing around my head. Credit to @itcanbepalped and @jeffgoldblumsmulletinthe90s for vibing on this one

Steve’s parents never wore rings. They said it was gauche; very new money of them.

“Why bother with jewelry on your fingers that will get banged up on your hands when you can wear a necklace,” Clarissa would say when she spotted someone at the club with a ring, or god forbid two! Her own betrothal and bonding necklaces were layered, drawing the eye to her bite.

That was the whole point of a necklace. Either it emphasized a bonding bite, or it highlighted the fact that the wearer’s bonding gland was intact.

Steve had been given a necklace after he presented, a simple gold chain with a bejeweled padlock.

Pretty fucking gauche if you ask him.

Steve wouldn’t have worn it, but it was expected. Plenty of omegas wore something similar; he’d rather have his grandmother’s old claddagh ring, but his mother said it was low class.

So he wears his necklace every day, a reminder that he belongs to his father until he is mated. Then, he’ll belong to his alpha. Legally. At least until Congress hot its act together and passed some of the proposed equity laws.

Maybe his mom was right, rings were more easily lost. They tainted the scent of your hands with harsh metal.

It’s just that he’s seen some interesting ones, shapes so far beyond the standard lock, circle, and eternity knot. Meanings far more individualized than his necklace.

Which is why when the pups start following after Eddie Munson, Steve really notices his rings.

He gets what the book means. Or, he thinks he does. Munson doesn’t wear blockers, ever. His scent is an open book.

And the skull could be one of those gothy, ‘I mate for life’ things.

But the pig makes no sense. And no scents. Pigs don’t typically have a smell worth advertising.

The ring on his right hand is so simple in comparison that Steve gets stymied there, too.

He drops it, not wanting to reveal his interest in anything to do with Eddie Munson.

Steve is perfectly ready to let it stay a mystery until the night he comes to pick Dustin up after Hellfire only for Eddie to be the only one left in the lot, hauling his stuff out to his van. 

“Sinclair got his permit; your chuckleheads all went with him so he could show off.”

“Oh,” Steve says dumbly, only for his brain to catch up and spit out, “And they’ve never heard of a phone?”

“Real butthead behavior on their part,” Eddie agrees with a smirk. “Anyway, sorry you came out here for nothing.”

“Eh, could be worse.” Steve’s thinking monsters or g-men.

Of course, Eddie doesn’t know that. He gives Steve an appraising look. Then he surprises Steve. “I could make it up to you,” Eddie says with a crooked grin.

“How?” Steve asks, swallowing back the ‘not your fault’ that almost slipped out automatically. Because it kinda is.

Steve wouldn’t be here if not for Eddie’s club and the hold it has on Steve’s merry band of twerps. So he’s open to whatever Eddie’s offering to make them square.

He shouldn’t be surprised when Eddie pulls a joint from his pocket, sets it in his mouth to light, and inhales.

He holds it towards Steve as he blows out a stream of smoke. “We can hang, take the edge off your night.”

Steve takes the joint. Eddie grins and skips over to his van, opening the back door and giving a joking bow.

Steve laughs. He didn’t expect to be charmed so easily.

But he is, and after a couple hits he feels relaxed and loose in a way that would be fine in the safety of his bedroom, not so much when he has to drive.

He’s going to say as much, tell Eddie he should clear his head, when his eye catches the shine of silver on his fingers.

It’s like his brain isn’t connected to his mouth as he asks, “Why the pig?”

Eddie looks up from the box of cassettes he’s looking through and furrows his brow. “Huh?”

Steve’s brain must be cut off from his body too, since he reaches out and snatches up Eddie’s left hand.

“The pig,” Steve says, tapping on the offending ring. “Like, the book and the skull I think I got, but I’m coming up empty on the pig.”

“I’m surprised you knew it was a book.”

“But it’s book-shaped!”

“You mean rectangular?”

“But it is a book right?”

“Yeah.”

“So that’s about your scent,” Steve feels smug as he says it.

“I don’t smell like books,” Eddie says, clearly confused. “That’d be pretty awesome, though. Old books smell nice. Unless they’ve been in a basement too long.”

Steve nods sagely. This is obvious wisdom. No one wants to jump your bones if you smell like a musty basement.

Then he remembers his point. “You don’t smell like books, you are a book. Easy to read your scent ‘cuz you don’t wear blockers.”

“Don’t like ‘em. Make my head all fuzzy, and not in a fun way.”

“And the skull is a ‘til death’ thing right?”

“It’s actually a vampire skull.” Eddie points out the elongated canines. “You know, ‘the eternal kiss’ or whatever. I think bites should mean something.”

Steve nods again, feels a weird pull low in his belly. “That’s cool. Not enough alphas I know have that opinion.” He’s seen too many broken bonds at the country club and his father’s company Christmas parties.

Seen too many couples who shouldn’t have bonded in the first place.

“So, what’s the pig?”

Eddie looks down where Steve is still holding his hand. “Ever heard of a truffle hunter?”

“Like the chocolates?”

“No, the mushrooms! You’re rich, don’t you know about fancy mushrooms!”

Steve shakes his head, feels dumb. 

But Eddie just accepts his ‘no’ and moves on, “Well, they’re these rare mushrooms, and pigs like to eat them, so they’re really good at sniffing them out. And that’s me. I fully plan to sniff out my scentmate, and until then…” He shrugs. “Plenty of hot omega pussy to smell.” 

As soon as the words are out of his mouth, Eddie slaps his right hand over his whole face in shame. “Shit, sorry. Not appropriate in front of an omega. Or anyone. I promise I’m not a creep trying to get in your pants.”

But Steve’s mouth has gone dry. He wears blockers still, for work, the scent neutralizing deodorants and perfumes good at covering up his scent. The only place he doesn’t apply it is his crotch, because no one should be getting close enough anyway.

Suddenly he wants Eddie to be close enough.

He’s still holding Eddie’s hand, can still smell the edge of his woody scent over the weed. “It’s okay,” he says. Turns Eddie’s palm toward him and brings it to his nose.

The metal smell is there. But also pine and herbs, deepened by dark musk. His tongue darts out for a taste.

His hand mostly tastes like skin, a little like salt and smoke, but the scent is still there. Makes him want more. He pulls back, looks at Eddie who is staring at him with awe on his face.

“Okay, Mr. Trufflehunter, how do I smell?”

“You’ve got blockers on-”

“Not everywhere.”

His movements are slow, giving Eddie every chance to back out as he slides his fingers into Eddie’s hair, gripping the side of his head, and guiding him down towards Steve’s crotch.

Towards his wet pussy.

continued in part 2

[harrywavycurly]

Niall talking to Harry about planning her Bach party please Sarah?😂😘😘

Hiii babes!! This makes me laugh because imagine if it never clicked for Harry that Niall being your Man of Honor meant he would be planning your Bach party and stuff? So I’ll happily give you a convo where it all dawns on Harry what all exactly Niall is in charge of with your wedding 😂💖

-find all things Lonely here✨

*this is done in dialogue form because it’s just a fun little conversation*

A/N: Niall drops by for a visit and Harry becomes aware of what all Niall is in charge of since he’s your Man of Honor, enjoy the bickering between my fave besties that like to act as if they hate each other✨

“Yer office has a couch in it? What the bloody fuck for? You have a living room right down stairs…” “Because I wanted one in here for when I have to work late and-why are you even here Niall?” “Well I came to see if your lovely fiancé or better known as my bestfriend was home but I forgot she’s dress shopping today so…figured I’d see if you were busy and up for a hang out.” “You weren’t invited to that?” “Oh I was but I had a morning meeting-” “wait you…you were actually invited to go dress shopping with her and the rest of the bridesmaids?” “Yeah? I’m her man of honor I’m invited to everything.” “So you’d get to see her dress before me? What kind of shit is that?” “I’m not her bloody fiancé Harry so yeah I was always going to see the dress before you mate…besides I was there when the girls picked their bridesmaids dresses and while it was a bit like herding cats watching them pick two that they agreed on it was entertaining at least.” “You got to see the Paige and Emily showdown in person?” “Oh yeah…them two love to argue over everything…bout had to hold Emily back when Paige told her we should go with floor length gowns instead of knee length…” “she didn’t even let me see which dresses the girls ended up getting…” “really? Well don’t try no sneaky shit with me H I’m not telling you shit she doesn’t want you to know…but I’m glad that’s one thing I can cross off my list of duties to help with…I have to focus on this bachelorette weeken-” “I’m sorry? You have to focus on what now?” “Planning her Bach party…it’s like my main job besides like making sure she actually shows up to the alter on time and all that jazz.” “You…you’re…planning…her party?” “Well s’more like a mini vacation because I’m thinking Miami for four days and getting a yacht for the main event because she loves a boat day ya know?” “Miami? Really?” “That’s the place they all agreed on…I just need to get some details settled with her before booking everything.” “I just…I didn’t think you were really going to be so…involved.” “What the fuck did you think I was gonna be doing Harry? Standing around looking pretty? No..I’m the bloody Man of Honor and I take that shit seriously.” “That’s…that’s good to know I guess…what else are you in charge of then?” “Ah yer gonna love this…I gotta assist her in bathroom breaks during the reception…like hold her dress and shit.” “Say that again?” “Yeah…like proper make sure she doesn’t like…ruin her dress or anything when she needs to take a leak.” “I don’t fucking think so Niall. Man of Honor or not you’re not going to be helping my wife go to the bathroom.” “See I told her you’d be all upset about it…so she got Emily to take over that part of my job.” “You’re such an asshole.” “I just like to see you sweat is all…so how’s Gemma coming with your bachelor party?” “What? She’s not-” “she’s not what? She’s your best woman Harry that means she’s in charge of shit like that…and knowing your sister she’s gonna plan something wild…I gotta call her and make sure I’m invited….is it weird that me and Amelia will be at the bachelorette party together?” “I need your bestfriend to hurry up and come home..you’re giving me a headache…I need to lay down…” “good thing you have this couch in here then…”

[acuar-io]

Dropping a little lore on these three, I may have made it messy on purpose bc I refuse to make izara and Sephtis have drama within their relationship 💀💀💀

So Fatima & Cypress are siblings! Fatima is a year older than her brother.

Fatima is dating Pierce (guy in the middle) their relationship is a bit dramatic, they have petty arguments and they’re on and off. She met him when she tagged along with Cypress to a band practice, just for fun! First glance at Pierce and she was head over heels. She told this to Cypress and he was shocked. Not because his sister had fallen for his friend, but because he’s been in love with Pierce since he’s met him. *AH YES, ONE SIDED LOVE!* The thing is, Pierce is a straight man (so he claims). Cypress being a good brother, set his sister and Pierce up.

It’s giving Angelica and Eliza Schuyler in love with Alexander Hamilton *cue satisfied*

Anyways, these two’s relationship is a rollercoaster they love the thrill of fighting over stupid shit ig 😭 at some point, Pierce and Fatima take a “break” and there was a time where Pierce called Cypress to talk (vent abt his relationship problems). They cracked a cold one together and Pierce vented away abt Fatima. Cypress was tired of their stupid fights and he was tired of their relationship period point blank, he wanted it to end FOR GOOD. He was fed up to the point where he right then and there confessed his feelings to his best friend and band mate of x amount of years.

So at this point, cypress realizes what he said and is like “fuck WTF did I just say” instant regret from the liquid courage. BUT ☝🏼 Pierce was like fr??? U like me??? 😳🧍mind u both of them had a couple of beers ok…so if it wasn’t obvious already, Pierce is gay and he’s been questioning his sexuality. The reason why he’s weary to just accept he likes men is because he’s so used to heteronormativity. ANYWAYSSSSS The alcohol is alcoholing in this moment, cypress embarrassed, red in the face, Pierce cups cypress’ face with his hands and kisses him 😳 there kiss deepened and it could of gone further until Pierce realizes he’s kissing his friend, band mate and gfs brother…Pierce wanting to pull away, cypress clings onto his jacket.

This obvs sent cypress over the moon, but the moment is stopped because PIERCE GETS A CALL, FROM HIS GF….AKA CYPRESS’ SISTER….asking if they could meet up to talk.

Their convo leads to them….dating again…..🧍but Pierce ends up cheating on her constantly because he & cypress and secretly hooking up behind her back!! 😁 I’m still trying to flesh out why and what caused Pierce and Fatima to continue to date so sorry if some stuff doesn’t make sense!!!

Thats all I have for them rn!!! I plan on doing edits with my OCs so stay tuned and tysm for whoever read this lore lol

[feyrescourt]

This is a long and rambly discussion post for elriel nation btw so strap in

I want to preface this by kindly asking the elriel hive to not use any tags of #those ships if reblogged. I want to keep this in the elriel echo chamber. Please and thank u!

A huge part of fandom culture is to ship canonically compliant characters and crack ships. Everyone’s got them, and it’s totally normal, and it’s usually fun to engage with.

The majority of the time I have no issue with this (I am a wolfstar shipper and even though there is canonical evidence of them in the original HP books, they’re widely accepted online and balked at IRL usually due to homophobia and #that nasty, nasty woman’s bigotry), but over the last few years a certain group of crack shippers have taken it upon themselves to fly a little too close to the sun, and want to make it our (elriels) problem. I am talking about the Glees.

It’s late and this just popped into my head so I want to rant about it.

My friend who got me into ACOTAR gave me a breakdown of the ships (bc I read ToG first and went in blind. I became a doraelin shipper very early on and remained one halfway through QoS, it was a whole thing when I realized they were not end game lol), bc I asked her to after my ToG experience. She told me all the characters names and then told me about feysand and nessian endgames but didn’t mention az or elain’s situation. I asked her about it and she told me that she didn’t want to mention much about Az because “by the end of the series azriel has two options for how his story could go, elain or another way”. She shared some anti elain sentiment with me because she’s “boring and doesn’t do anything”. That went in one ear and out the other with me tbh.

When I started acowar, and feyre returned to the night court, I saw how elain and azriel were interacting and I concluded that mor was the second LI of az bc of acomaf. I was not apart of the fandom online at this point, so I was genuinely in the dark about everything around these two. I was just reading and talking to my friend about what I read. I also want to add that I still liked L*cien at this point in the series (it changed in acofas, I became apathetic towards him rather quickly when I finished reading that whiny ass convo with feyre…..I don’t play when it comes to her) but wasn’t sold on eluce because they had like one interaction and it wasn’t a great intro to a ship.

However this first meeting in acomaf….. :)

‘Can you truly fly?’ He set down his fork, blinking. I might have even called him self-conscious. He said, ‘Yes. Cassian and I hail from a race of faeries called Illyrians. We’re born hearing the song of the wind.’ ‘That’s very beautiful,’

“Rhys chuckled, Cassian’s wrath slipping enough that he grinned, and Elain, noticing Azriel’s ease as proof that things weren’t indeed about to go badly, offered one of her own as well.”

Well imagine my surprise when I finished acowar and it turns out mor (the person az has crushed on for 500 years) comes out to feyre before the book ends and she explains that she can never love az the way he loves her. After three books, and everything that happens in acowar it was clear to me that elain and azriel were being set up as each others love interests, despite the mating bond with l*cien.

After Acofas I was officially on the elriel train. I mean…

“Azriel strode to the lone window at the end of the room and peered into the garden below.”

“Azriel emerged from the sitting room, a glass of wine in hand and wings tucked back to reveal his fine, yet simple black jacket and pants. I felt, more than saw, my sister go still as he approached. Her throat bobbed.”

“But Azriel only took Elain’s heavy dish of potatoes from her hands, his voice soft as night as he said, ‘Sit. I’ll take care of it.’ Elain’s hands remained in midair, as if the ghost of the dish remained between them. With a blink, she lowered them, and noticed her apron. ‘I—I’ll be right back,’ she murmured, and hurried down the hall before I could explain that no one cared if she showed up to dinner covered in flour and that she should just sit.”

“Elain swept in, apron gone and hair rebraided. ‘Please don’t wait on my account,’ she said, taking the seat at the head of the table.”

“He [Azriel] was the portrait of relaxed, an arm braced against the carved mantel, his wings tucked in loosely, a faint grin on his face and a glass of wine in his hand. He slid his hazel eyes toward my sister without him moving an inch.”

“Azriel and Elain remained in the sitting room, my sister showing him the plans she’d sketched to expand the garden in the back of the town house, using the seeds and tools my family had given her tonight. Whether he cared about such things, I had no idea.”

(Damn the more I read elriel’s acofas moments the more I can’t help but conclude that they just hate/don’t understand introverts 😭)

Before I started SF, I decided to look at the online fandom and bitch……my jaw hit the floor with all the elain/elriel hate I saw on TT. And everyone was talking about a newer character in SF, and I was seeing the glee fan art and was like oh shit ok maybe elriel isn’t endgame.

Fast forward to SF……

‘What happened to Elain?’

“Nesta saw the blow land, like a physical impact, in Elain’s face, her posture. No one spoke, though shadows gathered in the corners of the room, like snakes preparing to strike. Elain’s eyes brightened with pain.”

……and I’m thinking ok, az obviously likes her. Then comes az’s BC. When I finished the elriel portion of the BC I was actually crying bc I was like oh fuck I really love these two….I knew it was over for me, and I was freaked out bc I thought I was going to get got with this “new ship” involving az. Plus I was thinking about elain being left alone in the dark without any explanation and feeling like an idiot for finally showing her true feelings towards him😭. It was like 3AM when I read it so I was hyper emotional lol. But then I read the rest of the BC and was still confused because I didn’t see any romantic subtext with g/wyn. I read it and saw a hurt male who couldn’t stand what he had done to elain the night before, was pissed at his brother for stopping it and making him feel bad when he was finally willing to voice what he’s been feeling for the past year or so and hating that he was shut down because we know he never voices his emotions, and couldn’t bear keeping a gift he picked out specifically for her. A necklace…..for solstice……Then I finished SF as a whole, and still, was confused as to why glee is a ship. Nearly all of their conversations were centered around training, and Sarah didn’t use any descriptors in their encounters that elude to any romance or mutual interest. (Btw I have a whole take on rhys’ part in that BC and I think a lot of ppl are dense and don’t understand what he was going through in that book but I can save that for another time)

Cassian and Feyre have more chemistry than those too lol.

I then talked to my friend about the these ships (elriel, eluce, and glee) ((i didn’t talk about eluce much in this post but that’s a lifeless ship too. I mean…..she can’t stand that red head anyway soooo)), and I said “I’m an elriel through and through. Idc that eluce are claimed to be mates you can tell she does not like him. also glee makes no sense to me.” Not verbatim but you get the point. My friend is very sensible so by the end of our convo, she told me that she’ll accept whatever way Sarah goes and that she’ll give elain a chance when her book comes out.

But isn’t that what all of this shit is about in the end: unjustified dislike/distain/hate for elain? That’s certainly how is appears to me. You cannot look me in the eyes and tell me that you love elain if you ship her with a male whom she has expressed, on multiple occasions, zero interest in AND becomes a shell of herself when he’s around because she just doesn’t want to interact with him. (I want to reiterate that I don’t hate L, I don’t think he’s awful or anything. elain just doesn’t want to know him. And that’s her right.) The glees don’t like her bc she doesn’t fit their stereotype for what they want in an FMC and therefore, for azriel. Which is why they have been chirping that the next book will be azriel’s. Not elain’s….WHAT??? You sound fucking crazy. The eluces (even though they claim they like her) dislike her so much that they go on and on about how she needs to grovel and apologize to the male they like because HE deserves to be happy……the same male who she associates with one of the most traumatic days of her life. Who also has not apologized to her for the part he played in that day, but I digress.

I say all that to point out that Glee specifically is in the crack ship category. No canonical evidence in the text can be used to claim they are ‘mates’ or endgame or anything more than acquaintances. And that’s fine, but don’t act as though they’re to be taken seriously as a canon ship when there’s no evidence to support it. Don’t boldly claim that azriel “has two love interests” when he literally doesn’t. He can’t sleep because of elain. He can’t stop thinking about her. He’s short with his family and others around him the days and weeks following solstice. His shadows threaten to strike nesta when she hurts elain and causes her pain. He doesn’t assign his spies to watch L*cien in acofas because he doesn’t want to know if he’s trying to court elain. He goes full lethal when he hears she may have been hurt. He follows the sound of her laugh to see what caused it. He goes on a suicide mission to save her. They communicate through looks alone when their family is around. Have you read an SJM book before? This is how she sets up her relationships. Like, holy fuck.

You cannot claim elriel is a crack ship because they have had background build up that both FMCs in their respective books have noticed and commented on. Cassian has noticed it too DESPITE not being hyper aware of what’s going on with az in SF. (referencing the scene in SF where elain tells everyone at family dinner about nesta’s love for dancing and the ball story from when they were human).

This ship war shit is fucking crazy because really this should only be between elriel nation and the eluces. Anyway, I’m over dealing with the fever dream brigade and their hallucinations. They’re going to come crashing down like Icarus when the elriel bible release day arrives and all our suffering will finally come to an end.

Then after that I’ll need to defeat the tamlin redemption arch threats, bc that is not a claim, that’s a fuckin threat and I won’t stand for it. But let’s tackle one problem at a time.

Pink: side notes/thoughts that give more context to my points

Blue italics: convos I’ve had being referenced

Purple: elriel moments <3

[dark-night-hero]

Oh gawd that "without you/me" imagine... Madame Ping better be regretting everything once MC's death is revealed. Imagine if Zhongli succumbed to erosion because of that, and now all of the adepti must put their own leader to rest—especially Xiao, whom was equally devastated by this turn of events. Venti implied there was someone interested in MC too so what if that was Xiao (gawd what if he also succumbs to karmic debt—)? Now Barbatos remains as the last of the Original 7, the supposed weakest

: Sorry for the late answer/reply. Had to go on a brainstorming for this one. And hehehe, I've made my convo with my cousin like a notepad because I kept dumping idea in it. Well I suppose this is the last part of the "without me/you" following the other imagine.

: without me | without you | part 3? imagine

"Oh Morax, I've heard you've retired. What business do I owe you to come into me like this?" Tightening his hold upon the guy.. a fellow being's neck, Zhongli- Morax hold his polearm an inch away from his face. "Where are they?" "Who? Ahhh wait pffff HAHAHAHA urgh-!" Without any tind of hesitation, Morax trusted the blade of his polearm on his stomach. "I asked you." "Where. Are. They." This time, his amber iris glowed much like of a dragon, sending fear down the mans spine and yet having no regrets upon realizing he had accomplished his goals already. "Haven't you heard the news Morax? They're dead. I killed them with my own hands while you were away-"

Imagine the way earthquake were once again frequent in the land of Liyue to the point were it reaches the Harbor. It wouldn't be that much of a big deal at first if it was just once in a while, but nowadays, it goes three times a day, sending fears in the heart of the citizens that lived in it.

Imagine at the same time, deep within the hidden caves in one of the oldest standing mountains of Liyue was their former Archon. Slowly, but surely little by little succumb to erosion as he suffered grieving for his beloved. Questioning every decisions he have made so far and regretting most of it. He should have been there for you, he shouldn't have leave you alone. He shouldn't have let you go, he shouldn't have made that deal that made the two of you further away from each other.

Imagine the pain of loosing you. You who he cherished the most now gone just like that, while he wasn't looking. Imagine the pain, the way a terror roars of a dragon who have lost his mate echos and crumbles the cave. The way the ground shake as he released the feeling of grieving, frustration, anger and self hatred. The way he started lossing himself and the only thing that manages to keep him calm was the flower field that was slowly turning into a wreck upon his own doing.

Imagine the way upon having another harsh session of destroying everything in sight which was nothing but rocks and flowers. He would calm down and cry, asking himself why and why and why. A never ending why. Why does it has to be you. He was fine to admire you from afar, he was fine if you were happy with someone else, he was fine as long as you are happy and not suffering. As long as you're alive and well, he doesn't mind. He was able to bare it for hundreds of thousands of years upon the contract. But now that you were gone. What more does he have?

Imagine if it aren't for you, he wouldn't have change. He wouldn't have much interest to other being, he would still be that same old aggressive God ready to make chaos along the way. He was never interest in making friends, he was never interested in being nice, nor taking people and protecting them. It was all on you, it was you who taught him to be nice, not to take everything for granted. It may not be thay obvious, but looking back. You were the only reason why he decided to keep going. He who aren't that much interest in anything, manage to find every little things matter, all because of you.

Imagine the way Zhongli... the way Morax started loosing himself. The moment he heard.. he moment he felt that you're gone. He just lost it. The way he started looking for the one who did this to you, the one he sealed all those years ago. He was careless, he should have killed him long ago. It was all his fault. Why you were hurting, why you were gone. It was all on him.

"I'm sorry." Kneeling in front of the messed flower field, he grip on one of the flowers. "I'm sorry." He repeated. "My love. Forgive me." He cried and then snap out of the dazed form he was in. Wondering for a moment what he was doing before looking down on his hands only to find a crushed flower in hand, he then flinch. Gently laying down the dead crushed flower in hand, looking at the messed up field, his amber iris where shaken, then he let out a shaky sigh. "What a mess. Let's get it fixed up. They're going to get mad seeing this mess on their lair."

"We need to end things as soon as possible." It was Cloud Retainer that spoke up. "We.. We can't face him alone." "But we need to try. Rex Lapis condition is getting worst. The more time we let by, the more he wouldn't be able to rest in peace peacefully." "What are your thoughts about this, Conqueror of demons?" All eyes turned upon the said Adeptus who have been silently listening on the meeting. "I.. I won't do it." "Alatus." "I'm not participating." He firmly said. "But-" "None of this would have happened if you just let them be in the beginning." "You-" "You can do whatever you want, but I'm out of this." He look at the fellow Adeptus coldly.

Imagine the silence after that. Then one Adeptus spoke up. "I don't get it." It was Streetward Rambler. "It was you who lost your master, who can you cling close to the one who killed her?" "Were you the only one who lost someone?" Xiao asked back. "You lost my master, I lost my master. We all lost her who was very dear to us." "Then why.." Why do you keep defending them just like Rex Lapis? "Why? Because you aren't the only one who lost someone! Just like you, (First name) lost someone very dear to them. They were my master friends too! If only, if only you let them repent the proper way. No one wanted this to happen! Do you think my master would be all happy knowing what you did? No! She wouldn't be! You said you were doing this make them know what they felt when you lost my master?"

"The moment they lost my master within their own hands, the pain was greater and never the same with us! And what? What did you do after that? Force Rex Lapis to stay out of them? For what? For greater pain you might never experience? Because of what? Because you thought that that would make them repent on their actions? They never wanted this to happen! And now what? Rex Lapis has to see them only from afar! Rex Lapis only get to admire them from afar! Do you think my Master would be happy to see this? All happening because of her death? No. I don't think she would be happy, never. If she have known that her death would result like this, she must be disappointed."

Imagine the way Xiao left after that, leaving the rest of the Adeptus on nothing but silence. The Streetward Rambler left with nothing but bundles of regret, little by little realizing her mistakes. Although it wasn't wrong, none can say it was right too. After all, everyone has different way of grieving, in this case, in her case. Maybe she went too far. Hurting and affecting so many lives and love in the process.

"And who you may be? As far as I can remember, My Lover is yet to return, let alone does they have any friends at the moment." "Rex Lapis." "Rex Lapis?" "They're gone." Although they were aware that the being right in front of them were faking kindness right in front of them, just like the first time they've met. As soon as those words left on their side, those amber iris went half lidded with silent rage of a dragon that was ready to blast at them at any moment. "Apologies but I just happened to fixed everything in here. My lover wouldn't appreciate coming back home with their lair all messed up so I would like to ask you to le-" "They're gone, Morax."

Imagine the way those amber iris widen, the sudden ache on his head and the never ending pain on his chest return, at the same time. A glimpse of what happened not too long ago came into mind. They're dead said the laughing bastard, I killed them with my own hands. Have you seen the way they look Morax? Ahhh just thinking about it gives me shivers HAHAHA. Stop. You're not dead, you just went away for a moment like you always did in the past. You just said goodbye to him not to long ago for a short venture. You asked him to look after your lair after giving him a quick peck on the lips. They're dead Morax, I made it sure if I can't have them. Then no one else can. I gave them a choice long ago, but they kept rejecting me, and then you came and they seems to have forgotten about me. "No, they're not dead." "Morax-" "Utter a single word about my beloved and I swear you're goin to meet your demise!"

Imagine the more they try to reason it out, the painful his headache is. The more they kept telling him you're gone, that you're dead. The more he felt rage. Because why do they kept telling him you're dead? Aren't you by his side not to long ago? Who are these beings even? How do they get in here? Where are these memories coming from? Who was the voice inside his head? You'll do just fine without me, My love. Are you really dead? He couldn't believe it, he couldn't accept it. No, fuck. No.

Imagine, the more he thinks about it. The more he looses it, black embers starts to swirl around him, his horns and dragonic teeth showing, his amber iris glowing. Morax, did you ever love me? Just like that, something inside him snap and went out of control. They're dead. They're gone. In a blink of eye, the moment he took his eyes off them, they're gone. Suddenly everything went quiet, just like a calm before the storm. Except this was nothing like a storm, it was a disaster. As the ground starts to shake, the Adeptus were on their guard. But the moment Zhongli.. Morax turn around, the moment they saw those clouded amber iris, they could only think of something. They couldn't win. Because those, those were the eyes of someone who have lost everything, they held no fear, just vengeance. It was destructive, so destructive.

Imagine, despite the fact that even though he was no longer in his prime, despite the effects of erosion, he was still powerful and all mighty. Even with the adeptus trying to snap him out of it, they knew it was too late. And the only way to stop Morax, Rex Lapis was to kill him as fast as possible. That way they would be able to at least end his sufferings quickly as possible. And yet here they are barely hanging on in front of him, their friend. The same friend that they didn't notice was suffering in silence all this time, all because they took you away from him. Making them wonder what kind of friend they were in the first place as they remembered Xiao's word.

Imagine not to far away from the scene was Xiao, watching his Lord, Rex Lapis, someone he had admire for a very long time fall into pits of despair thus is now suffering from erosion and must be put to rest as soon as possible before he was corrupted. Thus imagine the pain for as soon as he steps in the field, those amber iris met his yellow ones. "Zhongli sama." "I don't know what you're talking about, Alatus." Replied Morax as soon as Xiao spoke.

"Zhongli sama, this is enough." "Stop calling me that- I have no memories of taking that persona." "(First nam-)" "Don't. Don't you dare utter the name of my beloved." "(First name) wouldn't want to see you like this, Zhongli sama." "I said stop calling me that name!" "It's okay to cry, Zhongli sama." There was silence after that, only the two of then staring at each other. While he, Morax have obvious wounds and bruises all over his body, Xiao who just came in the scene was all well.

Imagine the way Xiao look a step forward, he wasn't afraid at all. All because he knew deep down, the god, the Archon he respected and was loyal to was deep within the being right in front of him still. "Zhongli sama. It's okay to take a rest now." With every step he take, Morax just stayed still, those clouded amber iris were obviously shaken. "Zhongli sama..-" "Zhongli.. Is the name they've given me." "You remembered." Little by little, light returns to those amber iris. "Yes. Of course it's the game they've given me." Little by little, he started to be calm.

Imagine as Zhongli calms down, that didn't take away the headache he was having, although this time, everything was far clearer. But perhaps with the erosion effect, he left himself getting weaker as moments passed by. Still realizing his outburst and the beins he have end up hurting due to his unstable state. "I-" "It's alright, Rex Lapis." It was the Cloud Retainer. "Despite being blinded by rage, you were unconsciously holding back aren't you?" She chuckle, looking at the direction of the unconscious fellow adeptus. "I know it's too late, far too late but. She- we went too far, didn't we." "No yo-" "You've done enough for this world, don't you think, Zhongli. No, Morax?" There another uninvited yet familiar face came in the scene, Venti or should we say, Barbatos.

Imagine the silence once again, but this time, Morax was rather surprised but eventually let out a sigh before falling back on the ground if it wasn't for Xiao who manage to prevent him from galling back into the ground. He was feeling rather weak but then strange enough, it was welcoming. "What are you doing here?" "I came to say goodbye to an old friend." That made Morax chuckle, it was slow, but visible cracks were now appearing all over his body. "How did you know?" "Whispers in the wind." Venti then kneel right beside Morax who being supported by Xiao as he sat on the ground.

Imagine as moment passed by, Zhongli was rather calm as if he didn't went on a rampage for the last few months after your death. He was calm as if he waiting, maybe he was waiting. Morax. "Zhongli sama." In reply, Zhongli could only humm. "You've done enough, you can rest peacefully now." He didn't failed to notice the way the little hand that was supporting his back was trembling. Morax. "Have I?" He asked and Xiao nodded causing a genuine smile makes it way on Zhongli's lips.

"Yes, you can rest easily now." Xiao reply to the one he respthe most. "Don't make them wait any longer." He added causing Zhongli's eyes to go widen before letting out a heart felt laugh. "Alright." The cracks then starts to spread faster. "Though if you all don't mind." With every bit of strength left as he, Morax started to disintegrate. "Would you mind looking after this place? It's very dear to me, to us."

Imagine as for a moment, everything went black for Morax as he closes his eyes, only for him soon be to blinded by light, causing his brows to frown and hands went to shield his eyes away from the blinding light. And upon adjusting his vision, he soon realised where he was. In the same flower field, except it was endless, and compared to the cave ceiling on your lair, it was rather bright out the sun in here. Not that he minded tho, not when he could hear familiar foot steps approach. And as he did, he turn around. There you were eyes wide as if you did not expect him to sense you approaching him.

Imagine, all across the field, with a good distance between the two of you, your eyes met. And as soon as it does. You let out a laugh and open your arms, and that's all it took him to run after you. Forgetting everything, he ran after you. And as soon as you were within his reach, he pull you into a tight embrace. Burying his face on your neck, breathing your scent, feeling your pulse, your warmth. And you pat him in the back as you embrace him back, closely listening to his rapid heartbeat. "Don't ever asume I could and would bare to live without you ever again." By his words, you laugh continuously patting him at the back. "I'm never living a life without you, keep that in mind." He added.

"Was it that hard without me?" The way he nuzzled close to you was enough to figure out as an answer. "Alright, that was my bad." You smile. "(First name)." "What it is?" Gently withdrawing himself away from you, "I love you." He spoke while looking at you directly in the eyes. "If you ask me again if I ever loved you. The answer is I did, I never stopped, I don't think I could never stop loving you." Brushing away the tears that roll down his cheeks, you kissed him gently. "I love you too. Thank you for making it back to me, my love, my Morax."

Imagine, back in the land of Teyvat where the Adeptus and an old friend was left alone. As Xiao stare at the spot, his arms were Rex Lapis just disappeared from. He felt a hand on his shoulder. "They'll be fine." It was Barbatos, Venti. "What you did was the right thing to do." Although he did say that, there was a bitter smile on Venti's face before he shake his head and only then was a genuine smile on his face. "I guess this makes be the last man standing, Morax." He whispered to himself before turning his attention back to Xiao who was staring at him. "If you don't mind, would you like to listen to my melody tonight?"

A life without you is no life at all.

[ⓒdark-night-hero] 2023°

: man! that was long, I was not expecting it go be this long, what the. well then, I guess this is the end. also, I think I did stray away from what was asked but I think it's pretty close? well then its 0:55 in the morning and still got classes around 8 am. so yeah, gnight.

[bones-of-a-rabbit]

My friend @rainbowcat-writing hit me with the absolute best au idea the other day. The concept? Sun and Moon as Big Magical Lion(-Shapeshifting-Centaur) Creatures that r in love with Y/N, a conservation manager, and absolutely will not stop being big lovey dovey baby meow meows abt it

To copy and paste a good summary from the discord convos last night:

reader works on a conservation team set up in the field, finds Moon wounded, patches him up, keeps coming back to check on him, meets Sun, sun n moon get attached, guess what th two really big scarily smart lions are actually lion,, centaur. creatures and theyve understood everything youve said also they keep calling you their mate and ur pretty sure theyre flirting with u but its “””hard to tell”””

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sun and moon: our mate :3 tiny human mate. we will make such a good pride with u, who is our mate.

reader: hmmmmm. i think maybe, just maybe,,,,,, they might be exhibiting some courtship behaviors. but i cant be sure if they are or for what reason,, its a mystery

(Vanessa is the security team lead and connects the dots after watching the Strangely Intelligent And Very Big Lions that have been lurking around camp for several weeks leaving ‘gifts’ (pretty flowers, dead animals, one time a twisty-shaped tree branch only bc it looked like something a human would find interesting) one day straight up just grab reader by the back of their shirt and drag them off all while Reader is shouting that they’re fine and it’s not a big deal you’ll be back in like two hours tops and she’s just like “alright yknow what? fuck it. whatever. I don’t even care anymore. so long as they don’t eat the moron they can just go nuts about it” as she pours liquor into her fifth coffee of the day)

[a-killer-obsession]

Live For Me [Kid x Killer]

Tensions flare when Killer tries to sacrifice himself for Kid. Inspired by a convo with @lycanthropemaul 💕

CW: pre-timeskip aka Kid still has two arms, friends to lovers, blowjob, face fucking, cumshot, fluff

WC: 2k

Masterlist || A03

“Kil, what the fuck?!” Kid growled, shoving Killer into his room as he slammed the door behind him. Both of them were covered in splatters of blood from the barely ended battle, bodies on deck still being thrown over the railing for the sharks. Killer sighed as he removed his punishers, readying himself for Kid's fury. He knew Kid would be mad the second he'd done it, but he wouldn't change a thing. “You can't just sacrifice yourself like that!”

Kid wasn't happy. Killer had thrown his own body in front of Kid to protect him from an attack Kid hadn't seen coming, and if it hadn't been for Wire throwing his trident at the enemy, Killer would have no doubt bodied a heavy hit, potentially even a fatal one as he'd given himself no time to defend his own body. “I was protecting you, Kid,” Killer replied plainly. He didn't regret his actions, he would gladly die for his captain a thousand times over. “You couldn't have seen that attack coming, I did what I had to do.”

“I don't need protecting!” Kid shouted, shoving Killer hard in frustration, “you could have fucking died, Kil! Why the fuck would you do that?”

“You know why,” Killer said calmly, “I would do anything for you, you know that.”

“Yeah, anything?” Kid scoffed indignantly, seeing the innuendo in that open ended statement. Killer removed his mask slowly, setting it on Kid's dresser, his back to Kid as his messy bangs fell into place over his face. There was a tense energy in the air as Kid waited for Killer to respond to his mocking. The blonde made controlled, measured strides to stand in front of the redhead, slightly shorter than him but standing tall regardless. Kid looked at Killer discerningly, trying to decipher what he was thinking, unable to read his expression.

“Anything,” Killer replied finally, his face only a hair's breadth from Kid's. Kid could smell the iron from the spilled blood on him and the sweat from the battle, feel his breath against his own face, the heat radiating off the first mate. There was an electricity in the air, years of sailing together as confidants and best friends all compiling into a feeling Kid didn't realise he was capable off as he realised just how far Killer would go for him.

His lips were crashing against Killer's before he could think too hard about it, working on primal instinct alone, adrenaline still pumping through his veins from the battle. Killer was quick to respond, each of them burying their hands in each other's hair and pulling hard, fighting for dominance over the kiss as tongues went to war, wet and sloppy, spit escaping and running down Kid's chin as he growled into Killer's mouth. He bit Killer's lip, receiving a growl in return, sucking on the wound and tasting Killer's blood before forcing his tongue back into his mouth, his strong appendage pressing hard against Killer's as their chests pressed hard together. Kid pushed his growing erection against Killer, grinding against his jeans in a rising need for friction as he felt Killer's own erection growing just under the surface of the fabric.

Killer's hands ran down Kid's thick neck, squeezing it for a moment, causing Kid to moan, before the hands moved further, sweeping under Kid's black vest and pushing the vest and coat from his shoulders. He ran his hand through Kid's soft hair again, pushing away his goggles which fell to the floor with a clatter, before pulling hard to tilt his head and force him to bare his neck. Killer's mouth trailed down Kid's chin, nippling at the lobe of his ear before travelling to his neck, biting hard over his pulse point and laving his tongue over the wound, repeating the process over and over to leave dark, inflamed bite marks over the captain's pale skin. Kid made grunts and moans as Killer worked, the first mate's other hand groping a pec and pinching his nipple, making Kid's hips buck as his pants got exceptionally tight.

“Fuck, Kil,” Kid groaned, “fuck.”

“What do you need, Kid,” Killer asked against his neck, his breath running over the saliva left behind from the bites and kisses, cooling his skin and making him shiver. Kid tugged hard on Killer's shirt, balling the polka-dot fabric in his fists.

“Need you,” Kid whined, “need you.”

Killer heard tension in his voice and trailed his kisses down Kid's chest, latching his mouth over one nipple while his hand played with the other, rolling the bud between his teeth and worshipping it with his tongue. Kid's hand pulled his long hair hard, fighting between pulling him off or holding him there as Killer sucked and nipped at his tit. Killer didn't tease him for long though, eager to taste more of Kid, eager to please him and watch him come undone. Kid was a proud man, a stubborn man, the strongest man Killer knew, and he wanted to watch his tough exterior shatter by Killer's hand, or rather, by his mouth. The mouth only Kid ever got to see, reserved only for him, dedicated only to him. Purple tinted lips that left purple tinted marks over Kid as he worshipped him, symbols that inscribed the holy book on Killer's chosen deity. He would always lay himself at Kid's altar, he would take a sacrificial blade to his own throat if his god commanded it, let his crimson spill out and paint the altar with his adoration so all could see how much he loved his god.

His mouth trailed down Kid's torso, swift hands unbuckling his belts and untying his sash as he fell to his knees in front of his captain. It didn't go unnoticed by Killer that not long after Killer had started wearing a red sash, Kid's colour, Kid had started to wear a royal blue one, knowing it was Killer's favourite. It was another unspoken part of their bond, perhaps these heavy feelings had always been there between them, sitting just under the surface, just waiting for a small crack like today to suddenly let the dam burst open.

Finally enough accessories were removed to access Kid's pants, hooking his fingers under the waistband of the spotted fabric and the layer underneath and tugging them down as Killer's mouth traced over his muscles. He kissed down the red trail of hair that led from Kid's belly button downwards as his cock was freed, swollen and throbbing with need, precum already beading at the tip. Kid whined as Killer took it in his hand, stroking it languidly as he looked up at the captain, who was looking down at him with an almost pained expression, hips bucking as he desperately fucked Killer's fist.

“Tell me what you want, captain,” Killer purred, running his thumb over the head of Kid's cock and spreading the precum down his shaft. He ran his tongue up the underside of Kid's erection teasingly, looking up at Kid expectantly, waiting for him to give in and vocalise that he wanted this.

“Fuck, Kil, please,” Kid whined, “need your mouth, suck me off, please.”

Killer could tell how desperate Kid was by the fact he was saying ‘please’ at all, a word he didn't even know was in the captain's vocabulary. He took the tip of Kid's cock in his mouth, sucking on it lightly and running his tongue over the smooth, sensitive skin, flicking his tongue against the slit. Kid pulled his hair hard, making Killer groan as he took more of Kid into his mouth, one hand running up Kid's thick thigh and touching him tenderly while the other stroked what Killer's mouth wasn't yet reaching. Bit by bit he swallowed Kid's girthy erection, the corners of his mouth stinging from the stretch but he ignored it, suppressing his need to gag as the head of Kid's cock hit the back of Killer's throat. He was testing the captain's patience as he stilled with his nose against Kid's red pubes, looking up at Kid as though daring him to make a move.

Kid was unable to hold himself back any longer, gripping Killer's hair and forcing his head backwards, before thrusting hard into his mouth, making him gag around his cock. Killer let himself be used, holding Kid's thighs for support as the captain started to fuck his face, eyes watering as Kid's cock pumped in and out of his mouth at a brutal pace. Killer took everything he was given, his own cock hard and throbbing in his pants as he allowed himself one hand to travel down, hastily unfastening his own pants and pulling his cock free to fist himself. He whined around Kid's dick, the vibrations making Kid throw his head back in pleasure as he moaned and used the first mate's mouth like a cocksleeve, fucking it with reckless abandon, desperate to relieve the tight coil in his stomach.

Killer's hand gripped Kid's thigh hard, nails digging into him and threatening to break the skin, the additional sensation of pain only making Kid come further undone, panting and making hard thrusts into Killer as he pulled his head back and forth in the same rhythm. “Can't- can't keep going,” Kid groaned, “gonna cum- hnng-”

He tugged on Killer's hair as he pulled his cock out, jerking himself off as Killer looked up at him with pure adoration, his tongue stuck out invitingly as he waited for Kid to paint him. Kid pushed Killer's bangs out of the way, fully exposing his icy blue eyes, his hand still threaded through the fringe, resting more lovingly now on top of Killer's head as he fisted himself. Kid's brows, or lack thereof, furrowed in concentration as he teetered on the edge of his bliss, looking at Killer like he was the one piece and realising that what he truly wanted had been in front of him this whole time.

“Fuck, I love you, Kil,” Kid groaned, finally falling over the edge as ropes of cum spurted out over Killer's face. Killer groaned and hit his own edge at the admission, spilling out over the floor and making a puddle off thick white as he felt the captain's hot cum dripping down his face. The two of them panted in relieved silence for a moment, the tension in the air now fully dissipated as Kid admired his seed on Killer's face, Killer's tongue poking out and collecting what it could reach, swallowing it down with a whimper.

“You're so beautiful, Kil,” Kid sighed, stroking Killer's cheek as he fell to his knees in front of the first mate. He took the blonde's face in both hands, uncaring of the cum, as Killer held his face likewise. They shared a loving, deep kiss, no longer rushed or desperate, only sweet and soft and full of unspoken adoration for each other. Kid collapsed against Killer as they both sunk further down to sit, Killer leaning back against the bed and pulling the larger man into his chest, holding him close and breathing in his comforting, familiar scent. His shirt grew wet and he realised Kid was crying, weeping against the blonde as he balled his shirt in his fists, red painted nails threatening to tear right through the fabric.

“Don't you ever fucking do that shit again,” Kid wept, “you say you'll do anything for me, so live for me. Fucking live goddammit. Don't fucking throw your life away to protect me, I can't fucking do this without you.”

“Okay, Kid,” Killer soothed, petting his hair and stroking his back softly, “I'll live, for you, always.”

“I love you, Kil,” Kid sniffed, “I fucking love you.”

“I love you too, Kid,” Killer pressed a soft kiss against the captain's fluffy hair, resting his check against the top of his head and hugging him tightly, “Always have, always will.”

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[vibratingskull]

₊ ˙ ⊹ .Thrawn x F!reader x Thurfian₊ ˙ ⊹ .

Tags : Threesome, double-penetration, breeding kink, sandwich, mating press, P in V, anal, creampies, mind break, Thrawn loses it entirely while Thurfian laughs internally, self indulgent

You're enjoying your evening with your husband and your lover but can you take what they have in store for you?

It's a convo I had with a friend 2 months ago on the tumblr chat, I was bored at work and wrote that story for three days non-stop because it was haunting me! Never doubt my obsession for these two! enjoy!

Thurfian caresses your cheek as he tenderly presses his lips to yours, weighing on you, forcing you to lay on Thrawn’s larger body under you. He keeps kissing you when his hand traces your slit, making you jolt and contract your muscles again, earning a moan from Thrawn that gently ruts inside of you. 

"Do not come, Merit Adoptive. Your cock is not the focus of our efforts, it is solely there for her. Control yourself." 

You cannot be sure but you think you heard the tiniest, most quiet whine from Thrawn. 

Thurfian keeps trailing your slit up and down, gathering your slick on his hand before massaging his hard shaft with it, mixing it with his abundant pre-cum. 

He then repositions himself comfortably on the mattress and aligns his cock with your quivering entrance, pressing the leaking tip against your raw hole. 

"Are you ready, visaot?” He whispers like a chant. 

He pushes forward and enters your tight pussy and you feel immediately ready to bust into tears. 

Too much 

This is too much 

You can't 

How could you even... 

"Shhhh, shhhh... I know, Princess, I know..." Thurfian soothes, keeping on pushing, " It is a lot to ask your pretty human body, I know. It is not meant to fit a Chiss cock, let alone two." He takes your cheeks in his hands but doesn’t stop, "I know it is such a struggle to allow us both to enter your ravishing body. But you always manage. You always make it fit." He stops his words to let out a bestial groan, "Fucking... Hell, you are so tight! You strangle me sweet thing." 

He curses in Cheuhn, words that you don’t know, but you can see all his powerful muscles contracting repeatedly under his blue skin. Your mouth hangs open, trying desperately to force air down your lungs under the sheer pressure your body is subjected to. 

You are so full and literally split in two.  

Thurfian finally finishes pushing his girth inside, letting it weigh inside your fluffy inner muscles. 

"Fucking hell..." He curses lowly before raising his gaze back to look at you, "It is all right, sweet thing, all is inside. You managed, once again. You are so good for me, ch'eo visaot." He takes back his breath before letting a little chuckle escape him "Mmmmmmh, the bulge is consequent. I love to see it... Feeling your little human body struggles to take me whole until it works. Your body was made for my cock, it was made for your Patriarch to fuck you as it pleases him... Delicious.” He purrs, caressing the sinful bulge of your lower tummy with his warm hand delicately, "Relax, sweet thing, relax... Do not whine like that, give your body some time to adjust. It is okay, we know it is always difficult for you." He licks your face from your jaw to your temple with a growl, "But you always succeed in taking us both, together. It is proof you were born for it. You are the cutest little thing, born to let Chiss men use your body... Don’t you like that idea, Princess? Don’t you love the thought of spending your life to be a pretty little thing and letting us use your delectable human body? Nothing to think about, nothing to worry about, just letting yourself be fucked stupid and receiving our loads deep inside of you?" He hisses in your ear, "I feel your tight cunt contracting at my words, Princess, you cannot lie to me." You can hear the smile in his voice despite your closed eyes. 

He dramatically pushes all his hair behind his back, with a satisfied expression. 

"And what do you think, fucktoy? Mmmh? Don’t you like that idea? Coming home to Csilla with a cute dripping human cunt waiting eagerly for you?" He asks regally. 

Thrawn hisses in response, greeting his teeth as your warm body is constricting his big, big cock. 

"Tsssssss. He is too far gone. I cant reach him in that state. But maybe you can? Come on, use your words and ask him." Thurfian grins sadistically 

"Ah! Won- Won't you li-AH-like this... Thrawn?" You stutter between his hips thrusts. 

"Fucktoy." Thurfian corrects darkly. 

You wince 

"Fu-Fucktoy?" 

You hear Thrawn deep growl emanating from his chest, his breath short and shallow as he loses himself in the sensations your body offers him. 

"Ye-Yes!" He finally lets out, almost whining, panting heavily "I would... LOVE that, (Y/n), sweet thing, ch'eo-" 

Thurfian slaps the back of his head with his brows frowned. 

"Do not address her so informally. She is Princess or Lady (Y/n) to you." 

Thrawn gasps, as Thurfian’s rut makes you bounce on his cock endlessly. 

"Ah-ah...! Yes, Lady (Y/n)...! I would love to come home to your cunt dri-ah-dripping for me." His sentence ends in a long groan. 

Thurfian squints, looking at the both of you in silence. 

"Can I cum?" Thrawn asks, at the end of his rope, squeezing you in his arms. 

"You would love that, don’t you?" Thurfian asks, "Cumming deep inside of her, painting her guts white with your seed, claiming her like the baseless animal that you are..." 

"Yes, yes, yes...!" Thrawn pants heavily  

"Well you cannot!" 

Thrawn instantly digs his nails deep in your flesh like claws just grow out of his fingers and throws his head violently backward against the numerous pillows of the very large bed. You can hear him breathe deeply, fighting his deepest instincts to obey his Patriarch. 

But it is... 

Difficult 

"Come on, Merit Adoptive. You are renown for your legendary self-control and discipline but a human butt pushes you into such a corner? Is she that good?" Thufian tilts his head mockingly. 

Thrawn keeps his mouth closed but the roar of rage and frustration rising in his throat and chest is unmistakable. You hear him breathe through his nose as his fingers dig in your hips. 

Thurfian lowers himself to your ear. 

"I know you are, Princess. You make me lose all decency and reason with that sweet, sweet cunt of yours…” and he fondly kisses your cheek, "Her tight little ass must be stimulated enough. You can stop altogether, fucktoy." Thurfian declares, disinterested in Thrawn's despair. 

"Hung... Patriarch..." Thrawn huffs, at the very limit of his patience and will power. 

Thurfian only raises an eyebrow at him, unimpressed. 

"What, fucktoy? What power do you think you hold between these walls? You are here to serve and please us. Your body’s only quality is to be used. Plus, a woman needs way more than that to cum... Look at her, she is nowhere near orgasm and you are already at the end of your rope? She needs my expert touch to cum, don’t you sweet thing? You have enough of him playing with your rear, right? You need your cute pussy and clit to enter the game yeah? Yes, I know sweet thing, I discipline this unruly beast and will focus exclusively on you." He pecks your lips tenderly holding your chin dripping with your drool before focusing on Thrawn. 

"Patriarch" Thrawn growls, "You promised me." 

"I know what I promised you, Merit Adoptive. But if you want your prize, you better honor your end of the bargain. I do not ask for much, only your total obedience. You are used to obeying, no? Blindly following orders with an empty head? This is what I ask of you, those are MY terms, and you knew it entering those sheets. Yes or no?" 

You hear a snarl behind your back. 

"Yes or no, Merit Adoptive?" 

"...Yes." 

"Good. So you will obey in all matters. I am not interested to know if it is too much, if it is too difficult, if it is too painful... You.Obey." Thufian growls, pissed off by Thrawn insolence, pressing you against his hot body, parting you from Thrawn that seems to try to hold you back. 

But he learns his lesson, and lets the Patriarch take you. 

"And if you do... You will earn the privilege I promised you. The privilege a lot of other Chiss men tried to gain from me, but that I give to none. Do you hear me, Merit Adoptive? You will be the first." 

Thrawn seems to subside as he takes the measure of Thurfian words and the immense present given to him. 

"So? Can I count on you or should I kick you out now?" Thurfian demands royaly. 

"Yes Patriarch." Thrawn agrees, his teeth greeted shut, "But it is quite difficult to-" 

"This is not my problem, dissociate if you have to." Thurfian closes the matter, turning his head back to you, his hard expression melting into a playfully dominating one, "Are you ready my sweet?” 

He starts slipping out, earning a hiss from you. Once mid-way through he pushes back in, slowly, and continues several times. 

"There... Nice and slow... I would hate for your precious body to get bruised, Princess. Let’s give it time to stretch well for me." 

One of his hands grabs a fistful of your hair to pull you into a demanding kiss, so different than the gentle love he is making, while his second-hand fonds your nervous bud and starts playing with it. 

"Oh, you have such an honest and reactive body, visaot. I barely touched your little pearl and you strangled me hard instantly. I love bodies like that..." He chuckles in the kiss, “Mmmmmh, keep going, sweet thing, you are doing wonderful, and I am sure your personal fucktoy ADORES feeling you constricting his stupid cock!" 

Thrawn whines lightly in response, but remains perfectly still as Thurfian ordered, only caressing your hips with his thumbs. 

"I think you are ready, dove. You are dripping on my cock right now, you can take more of me." And Thurfians starts rutting into you at a higher speed, without neglecting your clit "Hell! Tight human pussy so good, better than any Chiss cunts in existence... You are mine, sweet thing, do you hear me? You came into existence to serve me! Didn’t you, sweet little pet? Him? He was born to serve us both and be your personal fucktoy for you to use or dispose at it pleases you..." 

Thrawn growls a warning. 

" Of course, visaot, of course you are not obligated to accept him. If you wish I can send him back right now." 

You do not see it, but it is evident Thurfian is smiling sadistically at Thrawn with all the haugthiness of a Patriarch while Thrawn must be shooting him dead with his glare. 

"What do you think, pet, do you want him gone? Tell me…” 

"Noooooo..." You protest weakly, already feeling your brain melting away under Thurfian delicious hip thrusts. 

"No, my sweet? Oh you have such a better heart than me, way more merciful. If I were you, I would kick him out." 

Thrawn snarls in response and Thurfian sniggers, audibly satisfied. 

"Well, toy? Do not be ungrateful." Thurfian orders 

"Th-thank you, Princess." Thrawn grunts, his body heat skyrocketing. 

"That’s all? 'Thank you, Princess'? You clearly do not appreciate the honor we are bestowing onto you." 

"Than-Thank you for... Allowing me... To be used by you. Lady (Y/n)" Thrawn corrects, his cock stimulated by your bobbing movement on Thurfian's own cock. 

"Better." Thurfian bites, "Now my sweet, where were we? Ah yes, your delectable little pearl. Toy, since you are useless at the moment, serve your Lady and stimulate her clitoris. I want to hug her with both of my arms.” 

You feel Thrawn's hands lowering on your body, caressing your inner thighs tenderly before one comes flicking your lil clit earning a yelp from you clenching around them both. 

Thrawn yelps and Thurfian groans, finishing in a satisfied snigger as his hands sneak around your body, pressing you hard against his tall body. He forces you to lay down on Thrawn's tall, wide body as he lays on you in return, hugging you so tight you feel like suffocating. His hands roam your body, caressing your back tenderly but also... 

Possessively. 

He deeply inhales your scent and exhales, satisfied. 

"Delicious... So delicious. I love your cute body, human, it gives me so much." He accelerates his rhythm, making you see stars, "Ooh look at yourself... Absolutely cock drunk. You are drooling all over yourself, sweet thing, this is a mess! This is such a good look on you. I want to admire it every day..." 

You open your mouth to respond to the praises... Only to let out an incohérent chain of whines and mewls and moans, utterly incapable of speaking a single proper word. 

You are simply to fucked out. 

"Shhhhhhhhh.I know, darling. Do not try to speak, just enjoy. Relax, let me do the work." Thurfian softly speaks, kissing the corner of your lips and cheek. 

Thurfian ruts inside of you, his former quick but sweet pace disappeared in favor of him roaming his hips into yours, your fleshes hitting each other, lewd wet sounds resonating in the bedroom with your desperate grunts. 

He is mean and rough and impales you on his cock without any mercy. 

"You squeeze me so much my sweet. This is... A delight !" He huffs. 

Thrawn keeps massaging your clit thoroughly, but his second hand comes to turn your face towards him and capture your lips again in a desperate kiss. 

Desperate for some affection in return. 

Thurfian may fucks, take, and give as it pleases him, but Thrawn needs love. 

He needs the connection, in any form and and colors 

He NEEDS it. 

Thurfian releases your body to take support on the headboard, looming over you and Thrawn kissing.  

"Aren’t you cute together?" He snarls, " I could shed a tear.” 

Thurfian gives you a violent hip thrust out of the sudden and you slash Thrawn's lip inadvertently. You yelp in surprise and caress Thrawn's cheek as a sorry gesture as he licks the blood away. 

Thurfian releases the head board to place his hands beside your and Thrawn's head, dominating you both. 

Entirely. 

"Listen you two." He orders, his voice inviting no rebellion of any sort, "Your little romance is only possible because I allow it... Do not lose sight of that fact." He declares, his gaze so intense you feel like it could kill you if he wanted it. "Do you understand? (Y/n)?" 

You nod, gulping. 

"Thrawn?" 

"Yes Patriarch..." 

Thurfian considers you both, squinting, gauging you both. 

"Good. Let’s resume." And he takes up his pushes, meaner than ever, more selfish, more... 

Jealous 

"Are you sleeping, toy? I said 'lets resume'. Do you really want me to kick you out?” 

"Understood Patriarch." Thrawn responds, keeping his tone neutral the best he could. He reassures his grip on your thighs and resumes plunging his cock inside of you. 

Having Thurfian inside is complicated but doable, having Thrawn inside is another level of difficulty. 

Having them both inside, is a miracle. 

!but 

Having them both roam into you together must count as manslaugther! 

How?! 

How can you take them both rutting into you at the same time? Their sizes are not meant to fuck the same person at the same time! 

You are split in two by each cock rearangeing your guts as it pleases them. 

Your nerve endings are on fire, the shockwaves of pleasure disintegrate your brain cells each passing second. 

And they show no signs of stopping. 

"(Y/n)? My sweet? Focus on my words. There, listen to me beautiful. I want you to cum with me... I want us both to cum at the same time, do you think you can do that for me, visaot?" Thurfian sweetly asks 

You can only pant in response. They are literally fucking your brain out, making you roll your eyes inside your head. You feel your drool running on your own skin as you forget yourself in the pleasure  

"Focus my dear. Toy, when did I tell you to stop taking care of her little clit?" Thurfian demands haughtily. 

Thrawn's hand returns between your and Thurfian's body to resume his sweet torture, making you mewl and cream all over Thurfian's cock. 

"Blast... I almost came hearing you." He says getting back control over himself, "Focus your mind to kiss me my sweet." 

And your lips meet again in a starving embrace, devouring each other out of lust and despair 

He robs of your air with the kiss and your dignity with his fuck. The kiss is languid and passionate as he thrusts meanly into you. 

His kiss seems to tell what his honor refuses to put into words. 

"I am so close, sweet thing. Can you sprint to the finish line to meet me? We will help you of course..." He almost begs 

Almost 

You nod weakly, just trying not to pass out at this point. 

"Toy, accelerate your caress, stop everything, and focus solely on her clit for now. You can cum after. Help her squirt for me, would you?” 

Thurfian rolls his hips deep and hard in your pussy as Thrawn caresses your clit at a very high speed making you shake, moan, and tremble... 

Thurfian clasps his lips on yours, devouring you with his mouth like a starved predator, grunting and moaning his own pleasure to titillate and encourage you. 

"Come on, Princess. I know you can do it. Cum with me, as one single person... Come on sweet thing." His words carry you in your trial. 

The scent of sex makes you feel dizzy and all the moans make your head spin. 

Thurfian hips thrust start to get erratic as your pussy convulses and tightens around his cock 

And then, the tension snaps brutally and you feel like your brain just explodes at the same time as your pussy. In a blinding light, you squirt on Thurfian's shaft as he pushes one last time, spurting his virile seed inside your womb. 

Your scream of orgasm is muffled by Thurfian's demanding kiss, swallowing all sounds coming from you. He keeps kissing you as your human pussy is milking him for all his worth, feeling his creamy seed invade your secret temple.  

Thurfian remains still inside of you, kissing you deeply, while your orgasm slowly subside and with it your desperates yelps 

He reluctantly part from you, panting and sweating. The deep kiss let places to softer kisses on tip of your lips, a strand of saliva connecting you, as proof of your sin. 

"Wonderful, Princess." Thurfian praises, sighing, "You did it. You spoil me, sweet thing. Oh you are drooling all over yourself, visaot... Was it that good?" He kisses your forehead, cupping your cheek, "I love you so much, Princess. You are everything I need in this life." 

You whine under the praises, your heartbeat slowly going down, feeling sweat trickling down your body. 

"Allow me to remain inside a bit more, sweet thing. I need to feel your body around my cock a little longer…” 

Thurfian lays on you, weighing you down as he pecks your lips and cheeks. You whine as Thrawn doesn’t stop caressing your little clit rapidly, keeping your spasming thighs shaking terribly and prompting Thurfian to look down between your bodies. 

"All right, toy, enough. I will take it from here." Thurfian parts from you to sit on his ankles, still buried deep within you. "I will take care of her pearl, you may fuck her as you please." 

Thrawn immediately seizes under your thighs to raise and open them up and resume his deep rut, while Thurfian draws sweet circles on your clit. 

Thrawn ravages you like he is desperate, whining and moaning into your ear, begging you to accept him deep inside, he licks the sweat rolling down your temple while you feel like you are being fucked by an animal. 

You are definitely loosing some IQ points at each thrusts.  

Thurfian throws his head back, appreciating the up and down movement on his cock as Thrawn mates with you like it is his last day on Csilla. 

"That is not displeasing at all... Keep going a little more toy." Thurfian's hums. 

Thrawn grunts in response and turns your head to capture your lips once again. His tongue enters your mouth to dance and hug yours in an intimate embrace. 

Oh dear maker...! 

It is like a horse pounding into you. 

This is such a trial. 

This so hard. 

Each time you think you remember what Thrawn's feels like in your rear, and each time you are proven wrong. 

You almost bite your own tongue under his ravaging thrust. 

"Ca... Can't! To-too much..." You whine, parting from the kiss to throw your head backward. 

Thurfian who was caressing the bulge made by his cock with dark satisfaction raises his red gaze to you 

"Come on now, pet. Do not be ridiculous. This is not your first time with your toy! You always took him before. You took us both ramming into you before, remember?" He grins at you  

"I-I... I can’t..." 

"Shhhhhhhh. Of course, you can, this isn’t the first time, and knowing you it won’t be the last. Turn your head, and look at your toy. See how relieved he feels? You can’t deny him now, Princess, Can you? Look at his face so lost in the pleasure you are giving him. Only you can make him feel like that.” 

You get lost in your admiration of Thawn's face. He looks so harsh but when he manages to open his eyes to look into yours you can see all the desperation, the hope, the lust, the love, the tenderness.. 

 All that his heart is capable. 

His eyes shine bright, begging you to not refuse him, to let him have this, that this is all he ever wanted in life. 

You lean forward to kiss Thrawn’s cheek and he comes undone instantly. When your lips touch his skin his entire body violently contracts and he buries himself to the hilt and cums deep inside. 

You cannot refrain the pathetic cry of surprise escaping you as you feel his hot ribbons of seed flooding your guts. 

You gasp for air, but ultimately relieved that it is over. 

Thrawn's body relaxes and hits the mattress as all his strength escaped him. His body is burning to the touch, drenched in sweat and his large chest rises up and down rapidly. 

Thurfian considers the scene before him and lets out a single mocking snigger. 

"Amateurs..." He slips out of you gently and you protest at the empty sensation in your cunt. 

Thurfian silently admire his work on you. 

"Mmmmmh... This is always such a joy to see my seed oozing out of your little pussy, pet. A shame I did not bring your favorite plug." 

"Patriarch..." Thrawn intervenes with a hiss, still panting. 

"Yes I know, toy. I did not forget.” 

Thurfian leans on the side to retrieve a large glass of water, you look at it with envy, feeling parched and exhausted. 

You cry as Thurfian gulps down the glass himself craving that fresh water in your throat. 

But Thurfian leans forward, cupping your cheek, and kisses you deeply, letting you drink at the fountain of his lips. You swallow the water with glee and relief. He parts with you and leaves a last soft peck on the tip of your lips. 

He takes a step back to admire the obscene scene in his bed, his long hair framing his gorgeous face.   

He suddenly splaps Thrawn thigh. 

"All right, toy. She is all yours.” 

"Huh...?" You frown, exhausted, as Thurfian simply leaves the bed entirely. 

You yelp as you feel Thrawn seizing your hips to slip his large cock out of you. Always considerate, he does ivet ry slowly to not upset your sensitive body. That doesn’t prevent an ungodly moan from escaping you as his tip is freed from your tight ring, leaving you infuriatingly empty. 

"Oh dear Warrior!" You curse at the new sensation, both relieved and displeased. 

Thrawn kisses your cheek with a loud noise and lays you beside him on the stupidly large bed and... Roll on top of you. 

You gulp, Thrawn looming over you in complete silence, both hands beside your head, devouring you with his rubies. 

"Hum... Thrawn?" You start with a trembling voice, "What did Thurfian promise you... Exactly?" 

"Your sweet pussy." Thurfian reenters the room with a long open robe, not hiding his naked body in the slightest, a glass of bourbon in his hand 

"What?!" You demand indignant and incredulous 

With his size?! 

No 

Nono nononono nonononono no no! 

There are reasons why Thrawn always did anal with you and Thurfian got your pussy each time :  

-Thurfian never allowed another man to approach your pussy. It is HIS and his ONLY.  

- Especially Thrawn with his measurements! 

There are limitations to the human body and this is one of them: Your pussy cannot take him. 

Like water is wet and fire is hot, Thrawn doesn’t fit. 

You look back at Thrawn, praying for him to smile and admit they are fucking with you. 

But he looks incredibly serious and... 

Determinated. 

"Thurfian!" You protest, putting your hands on Thrawn's pecs to not let him lay on you.  

"Relax pet. I know you can do it." He respond incredibly disinterested. 

"How can you know such a thing!?" You protest, terrified and angry. 

He takes a long sip of his bourbon 

"You remember that dildo I offered you for your starday, pet? From who do you think I took the dimensions to have it made?” 

You feel like you are going to choke, that dildo?! 

"Do you remember how hard it was for me to fit it inside?!" You curse him. 

"But we managed." He responds with a little grin, eyes on his glass, "With good preparation it fit you like a glove and you had so much fun with it!" 

"I...I..." 

"Relax Princess, if the dildo fit once, he is going to fit too. We prepared you all night for this goal. Hell, I was preparing you for several months!" He gently approaches to brush your cheek with his knuckles. 

"Trust me, (Y/n)..." Thrawn whispers softly, his hand cupping your cheek tenderly, "I will be nice...I will be tender. I dream of this night since we met..." 

You gulp, yelping like a terrified puppy. 

"Go on, toy. A woman's desire dies really quickly." Thurfian instruct. 

Thrawn angles your head up and lowers himself to kiss you. It is so soft, so sweet, so tender... You cant believe he is about to crush you to pieces... 

He brushes your noses together and sits on his heels, grabbing your hips in his large hands and align himself against your entrance. 

His shaft is already proudly erect once again as nothing can tire Chiss. He plays with the tip for three second before lathering his entire length with his abundant pre-cum spilling again. 

You shudder, hypnotized and utterly terrified by his size. 

He presses his fat tip and pushes past the tight ring of your flesh. 

"Oh fuck!" you instantly explode, feeling all your air being pushed out of you as he invades your tight canal. 

" Language, pet." Thurfian warns 

You gasp for air, several times, feeling like you are suffocating. 

"Fuckfuckduckfuckfuck...!" You repeat like it would make it easier for your tight cunt. 

Thrawn keeps pushing, slowly but without stopping for a moment. 

"Maker... Fucking... Blast!" You continue. 

"Relax, Princess." Thrawn coos, "You are doing so great." He brushes your noses again in a desperate attempt to ease your tight muscles. 

You feel him stretching you wide open, tearing your delicate muscles apart. 

This is so hard! 

You feel like you are dying. 

And finally 

He stops 

"Breath, my Lady, we are mid-way through." He peppers kisses all over your face 

"Thrawn... Please... I beg of you, please... I can't..." You huff and pants and cry, feeling a single tear rolling down your cheek. 

Thrawn licks the tear with a purr. 

"Yes you can, Princess. Of course you can, you are always so good with me, i know you can do it" he praises, offering sweet words to comfort and support you. 

You stutter several time 

"I can't..." You repeat, your throat constricted. 

"Yes, you can" he kisses you softly, "The Patriarch showed me the videos, I know for a fact that you can do it. You only need love and time to adjust." He peppers sweet kisses on your lips. 

He grabs your two cheeks and delicately kisses your trembling mouth properly, humming in the kiss, vocalizing his satisfaction. The kiss is infinitely tender and reverent, like a devotee praying to his idol. Nothing but love escapes his lips to brush yours as his thumbs caress your cheekbone, his purr resonating in the large bedroom. 

You gasp and beg for Thrawn's mercy but he resumes his motion, getting deeper and deeper, and deeper... 

"Oh fuck...!" You sob 

"Breathe ch'acah, tell me if it hurts." Thrawn comforts you, on the verge of explosion himself. 

It doesnt hurt, it's just... 

Too much! 

"Pleasepleasepleasepleasepleaseplease...." 

"Almost there, love. Do not break on me, you are a big girl. Hold my hand.” 

Thrawn clasps one of his hands in yours,.intertwining your fingers together, locking you together. 

"We are almost there." He repeats before letting out a curse in cheuhn you do not know. 

"How is it for you, Merit adoptive?" Thurfian mocks, "How are you holding on?" 

"... With difficulties." Thrawn admits between two deeps breaths through his nose, "I did not expect... All of that." 

Thurfian laughs, tremendously amused. 

"I warned you human pussies were something else. I was cursed until death the night I entered her tight vagina." He muses finishing his glass. "But you have no comparison point, do you, Merit adoptive? Bedding partners is not what you are known for, isn't it?" 

Thrawn gasps as you open your mouth in a perfect O. 

Finally 

You feel his hips against yours... 

He is fully inside. And that is a miracle. 

Thrawn trembles terribly, sweat trickling down his carved body, his breath is short and shallow. 

For a second you are afraid his gigantic body would just snap under so much pressure and fall on you, crushing you entirely. 

"So? How is it?" Thurfian slyly demands, "How does your first pussy feels, toy?" 

"A lot...!" Thrawn breathily responds. 

"Mmmmh, maybe human pussy is too high class for an ingenue like you, toy... You should have known your limits and restricted yourself. Feel free to slip out of her if you do not feel up to the task.” 

You shudder, your little pussy stretched in a way you never felt before. 

Thrawn's response forces you to open your eyes wide in shock.  

He roars, like a beast, his long teeth greeted  shut, refusing to back down before the Mitth Patriarch. 

"You are sure of yourself, Merit Adoptive, as I expected. But learn that fucking a rear and fucking a pussy are two different things. You need techniques, dexterity, stamina, and flexibility. Pussies are such magnificent jewels of nature but so demanding and complex... Are you really sure you can do it?" Thurfian keeps teasing. 

"I can!" Thrawn leaves out, slowly getting back control over himself. " I can. Thank you for your concerns, Patriarch." 

Thurfian laughs. 

"You think I worry for you? Learn a little thing Merit Adoptive, you are EXACTLY where want you to be. You thought you wanted this, but I wanted you here because this entire situation benefits me only.” 

"How so?" Thrawn asks, slowly recovering his usual sterness. 

"Fuck her a little, and we will see if you learned anything in politics." Thurfian responds haughtily. 

Thrawn gives him a side eyes, suspicious, but refocus on you and his sterness soften a bit. 

"I am going to move Ch'acah." He annonces gently. 

You nod, your teeth greeted in the sheer effort to not broke down in his arms. 

Thrawn slips a bit out of you, just a little, and gently pushes back in. You instantly dig your nails into his hand and into the sheet, piercing his skin to blood. But your body lets him move without being too difficult  

Thrawn tries again, and again, and again, and again, and... 

He is now making gentle love to you, stretching to your absolute maximum. You whine weakly because no other sound is able to pass your lips. 

"What are you waiting for, fucktoy? Kiss her." Thurfian seems to be loosing his patience, "Are you getting shy all of the sudden?" 

Thrawn licks his lips before laying on your body, shielding you from everything with his size and your lips meet for a sweet kiss. 

"Go on. Kiss her as she loves, use your tongue, robb her of her breath and make her head spin." Thurfian instructs 

Next thing you know, thrawn's tongue is licking your lips, demanding access. You accept and he locks your lips in a tender embrace, in a languorous dance of tongues and languid, sensual experience. 

You mewl in the kiss, trying desperately not to bite his tongue in your confusion. 

"Very good. Keep thrusting, do not slow down. The next thing you will do is take care of her clitoris. Penetration is good, but what matters is that delicious and delicate bundle of nerves.” 

Thrawn’s second-hand caresses its way south, brushing your skin and leaving goosebumps on its trail until it reaches your clit and starts to massage it fondly. 

Thrawn's muscles immediately contract at your reaction, arching his back in a reflex. 

"Did you feel it? How she immediately clenched around your cock under your gentle attention? Thats how you treat a woman, do you understand?" 

"Yes Patriarch..." Thrawn tries to recover his cool but your cunt works him up so much he has trouble remaining focused. 

Thurfian looks at you both, a strange shimmer in his eyes. He stands up, leaving the glass on the table, and approaches his large bed, hands clasped behind his back, not even trying to cover himself modestly. 

"Rise up and push her legs on her chest, then lay on them. Tilt her hips up." He says casually, caressing the side of your face with the tip of his fingers, looking at you with satisfaction. 

Thrawn obeys, grabbing your hips he tilts them up, presses your legs on your rising chest and lays over you. 

You let out the most lewd and undignified sound a human ever produced... Finishing in a Desperate gasped plea. 

"How does it feel, Merit Adoptive? Can you feel how it magically opened her up?" Thurfian asks with a lopsided grin. 

"Ye-Yes'..." Thrawn nods enthusiastically, panting like a dog, rutting into you with abandon 

but still mindful of your physical limitations and size differences. 

"Keep fucking her, do not forget her pearl." 

Thrawn gasps and groans and moans and grunts, rolling his hips into you with what you can only describe as pure glee. 

"Mmmh, continue toy. Keep going, feel her around you, appreciate her warmth, enjoy her wetness, admire how she welcomes you inside despite your difference in stature..." 

Thrawn's hand that is not working on your clit suddenly grabs the pillow next to your head and you can actually hear him tearing the fabric apart with his nails, reducing it to pieces. 

"What do you think, toy? Is it better than everything you ever knew?" Thurfian asks on a confidene tone 

But something in his voice is...rotten 

Like his words are dripping of... Pure poison 

"Yes, Patriarch! It is fantastic!" Thrawn declares, getting lost in his sensations. 

"Aaaaaaaw, do you hear that pet? Your pussy is fantastic." Thurfian smiles at you, booping your nose. 

Then Thurfian suddenly grabs Thrawn's hair and yanks his head backward violently.  

Thrawn whines in surprise and tries to get him to let go, but Thurfian doesn’t release him and shakes his head to force him into submission. 

"Now listen toy.” He spits “You may be a genius on the Battlefield but you are a wounded puppy in politics. I will generously give you a little class, in addition to this fucking lesson. All right?” 

Thrawn growls 

But submit 

"Good. Keep fucking while I lecture you, she should not have to suffer your incompetence."  

Thrawn resumes his thrusts, his head uncomfortably forced backward. 

"Now listen, little boy. You may think I made you an honor tonight, and you would be right. You would be shocked to know the number of men who begged me for one night in her arms. But i refused. Each of them. Do you have an idea why?" 

"...They were not worth her time?" Thrawn hisses between his teeth. 

"And that would make YOU worth it maybe?" Thufian mocks, "I had nothing to gain giving them access to her embrace, and she was not interested in any of them. You... You are fucking pain in my neck since your entry into the family!" Thurfian hisses between gritted teeth, "You kept turning around her endlessly. You think you might have been smooth and discreet but first puppy loves are usually too exciting to be hidden. But it was also the perfect trap." Thurfian continues snarling "For you see, this honor, will be your curse for the rest of your life. Spending your first time between the thighs of a human woman will haunt you for the rest of your life and will only benefit me. You either prove your complete inability as a lover and she loses all interest in you and I do not have to suffer your presence in my own bedroom for the rest of your lives. Or, and I vastly prefer this option, you prove yourself capable and wish to remain in those sheets, between those thighs, buried inside her until the end of times..." He taunts. 

Thrawn remains silent, listening attentively to where all of this is going. 

"But... If you wish to remain... You must please ME in return. And that starts by stopping all your crazy plans, stopping to ignore my orders, and FINALLY learning your true place in this family. Do you hear me, boy...?" 

Thurfian shakes him again before his mutism. 

"I pity you Thrawn, having your first time between her thighs. Tasting true pleasure at last, but with her body. You do not know the shackles you just put on yourself. You will never be able to settle for any less." 

"What makes you think that?" Thrawn finally broke his silence. 

"Because that's what happened to me. I entered her once and realized immediately I brought doom upon myself." Thurfian reveals, "Why do you think I suddenly sent back all my other partners? I knew at that moment that they could never give me what I was craving anymore.” He lets the poison drip off his tongue to intoxicate Thrawn, "You will spend the rest of your life starving for a love no Chiss will ever be able to offer you. You will walk desperately in search of an oasis to drink out of. You will try to dress a wound that will keep on bleeding... I.Promise.You." Thurfian enunciates clearly, like his long years as a syndic taught him "But... If you accept my terms I will allow you to keep meeting her, to appease your hunger and quench your thirst. I only expect of you your total obedience and submission. Is that clear?"  

"Be more precise in your offer." Thrawn negotiates. 

"If I order you to stop your crazy battle plan, you stop it. If I order you to not mingle into aliens’ affairs, you keep that nose of yours out of their business. If I order you to not perform a preemptive strike, to not put a skywalker in danger, to not flirt with the line, you obey. And if you do that, I will allow you to keep seeing MY wife." Thurfian hisses the 'my', "You will be free to take her on dates, to flirt, to live your puppy love like you were in a dream. I will allow you to fuck her pussy all your heart contents, and if you prove yourself especially obedient to my power..." Thurfian presses his lips in Thrawn's ear to whisper, "I will allow you... To breed her.” 

Thrawn seems to frozes, eyes focused on his Patriarch, debating in himself of he was telling the truth. 

"You heard me right, boy." Thurfian smiles at him, "If you are obedient, I will let you breed my cute human wife. Don’t you want that? Seeing her getting round and heavy with the weight of your baby? Admiring her walking around Csilla with your legacy inside of her for all Chiss to see? Don't you crave it? Don't you dream about it?" Thurfians words finish in an incubus purr, tempting Thrawn already slipping down the slop. 

"... What would my rights be toward the child?" Thrawn demands, cautious but oh so... Seduced. 

"They will live with her and me, they will receive the blood education and privileges. But I'll make it clear to them who their father is, I will not take that role for you. When you come back to Csilla for your leaves, you can take them to your apartment to have them all to yourself I do not care."  Thurfian lowers himself down to Thrawn's level again "If you play your cards right, Thrawn, you will secure what every Chiss parent craves for their descendants: education, privilege, and security. If you listen to me, you will be able to fulfill your Chiss breeding instincts to your heart contents and protect all your children with the Blood Mitth status.” 

Thrawn chest rises up and down rapidly. 

"All I ask in return, for all these honors, is your obedience and loyalty..."  

Thrawn presses his lips in a thin line, silencing himself. 

"I know that you dream about it... That you wake up sweating at the thought of breeding my wife. I saw it in your very eyes... This is so easy, you only have to say 'yes' to me." 

Thurfian turns his head to you, with a knowing grin. 

"What do you think pet, wouldn’t you love to receive this energetic young man's seed inside of you? Be a good pet and bear our children to us both?" 

You open your mouth only to let out a choked gurgle, a long stream of drool escaping your mouth, your eyes rolled inside your head.  

You think you hear them speak but you could NOT understand a word to save your life with how fucked up your brain is right now 

Thank the Warrior Thrawn is so focused on Thurfian's words his rut is less powerful. 

Allowing you to just... Breathe 

"Mmmmmh... Look at her toy, admire how blessed she looks, how she takes your cock so well! Don't you want to spend your life pleasing her? Giving her the children she craves, offering the family that she deserves?" Thurfian muses, "Look deep into those eyes, see the bliss and lust, and tell me she was born for another purpose but to give children to the Chiss Ascendancy." He purrs, looking at your dazed form fondly. 

"My work...Humph- My work is important! Only I can do it. I need to serve the Ascendancy..." 

"You can serve in so many other ways than to set fire to it, toy." Thurfian's tone hardens, "Be a loyal Mitth, obey your superior officers without being zealous, learn your limit, and give children to the Ascendancy. That! Is the Chiss way.” He shakes his head once, "If you accept, she could get pregnant with you this very night, Thrawn." Thurfian whispers like a siren, "Could you imagine it? Pregnant with your descendants? Your legacy secured, the ultimate gift to the Ascendancy: perpetuating the race." 

Thrawn's muscles contract as his breathes deepens, terribly interested, drinking Thurfian's words like honey. 

"You are a good Chiss, Thrawn. I know it." Thurfians soothes, " You know deep down what the species need. Securing the next generations, giving meaning to your very work, giving you a reason to fight. Don’t you want to be part of all of this? Be a hero in battle and in civilian life? Don’t you think your genius brain should have a chance to live on in your heirs?" 

Thurfian caress the consequent bulge in your stomach, guiding Thrawn's eyes lower, towards your womb. He brushes the skin delicately and with love. 

"You have only one word to say Thrawn and everything you ever desired could be yours... What is your decision?” 

"..." 

"What did you say, toy? Speak clearer, i did not hear you!" Thurfian demands regally. 

"...Yes... Yes, yes..." Thrawn repeats, at the end of his rope, seduced beyond his mind, ready to pounce. 

Thurfian considers him in silence, squinting at the once fiercome Senior Captain 

Finally reduced to an obedient puppy in his hands... It took some time, but he managed. 

Finally. 

"Good, toy... Good." He playfully boops the tip of Thrawn's nose, "We will discuss all the new rules you will EAGERLY follow later." He releases Thrawn's hair that almost falls on you, crushing you entirely, "You may have her as it pleases you, you have my blessing...She is all yours for the rest of the night.” 

Thrawn grunts heavily, taking deep breaths like after a marathon. He lays fully on you, pressing your knees against your chest, crushing you under the weight of his muscular body, one arm slides under your back, pressing you so tight you feel your lungs will explode, and the other hand grabs the top of your head, a mix between taking a fistful of hair and caressing your head like he could not know if he was trying to be gentle or rough. 

He takes a long lick from your jaw to your temple with the flat of his tongue, letting out a long moan, he licks the other side of your face, drinking the tears and sweat on your skin. 

He then presses his forehead against yours, captivating the rest lf your dying attention with his bright red eyes.  

His eyes shine so brightly the pupils disapeared alltogether, and the lamps in the room are useless with two pairs of chiss eyes. 

He replace himself, his hips forcing yours to tilt upward. 

He slips out of you, leaving just his tip... 

Looks at you dead in the eyes, daring you to stop him 

And rams his whole size back in with full force 

You let out a scream 

It feels like a truck run over you. 

He slips out and do it again, impaling his cock down your little pussy that does its best to take such dimensions ramming into you 

You try to take a big breath but each of his hips undulation punches the air out of you. You try to cry and complain but all words die in your throat. 

Thrawn keeps going. 

Accelerate his pace 

Until he fucks your poor pussy like he would fuck a fleshlight, rapidly, deeply and roughly 

"Frost!" Thrawn curses between breaths, "That's fantastic!" He licks your face and mouth like a rabid animal would, his proper and elegant dispositions and manners gone with the wind, "Keep going, Ch'acah! Do not refuse me!" He ruts deep inside, burying himself to the hilt, hitting your cervix with full force, "you feel so good! Take me! Take me whole!" 

The bed complains and cracks under his assaults, threatening to break under such activities. 

"Please,Ch'acah, please!" Thrawn begs, out of his mind, moaning and groaning like a beast in heat, "Will you beare my child? Let me breed you? Like the good Princess that you are?" In his complete confusion he manages to capture your lips and kisses you languorously, muffling all your screams. 

"Thats... Fucking impressive, i have to admit." Thurfian says casually, his arms crossed over his chest, observing the...Breeding session. 

"Let me cum inside my love. Let me give you a baby. A little one...! Oh fuck!" Thrawn grunts, his voice dropping several octaves as his instinct takes the reins of his brain, "Ch'acah...! Be good for me! Let me breed you, you were made to take my cock in your pussy! Warrior, this so good, I cannot stop!" 

"Aaaaw, the first love frolicking mark you for life! Make it count toy." Thurfian pats Thrawn shoulders with two fingers and heads outside the bedroom towards his library, " Have fun you two." 

"I can... feel you all around me! You are strangling my cock so hard, I want to remain BURIED in you for the rest of my life! Oh please Ch'acah..." Thrawn voice fluctuates between orders, laments, begging, prayers…"I never felt anything like that before! I can only think about breeding that cute pussy! I can feel it clenching around my cock, begging for my seed...! FUCK! I'll give it to you my sweet, all of it, until the very last drop!" Thrawn chants his litany, rocking his hips so hard you can only wonder if your pelvis will not just break under such assaults "Do you want it, love? Do you want my seed deep inside you?" 

Raw pleasure courses your body, shaking your limbs violently. By some miracle, Thrawn’s fuck isn’t painful but that doesn’t make it any more easier and you feel his tip repeatedly hitting your cervix deep inside of you. 

"Thrawn...! Please!" You gasp, "You-You're too much... I ca-" 

" And all of it is for you, Ch'acah! Only for you! Oh FUCK! The Patriarch was right! It's not worth it if they dont feel like you around my cock! Oh you cursed me, Ch'acah! I can never have any other pussy from now on...! You will be my death...!" 

"Ple-... I beg of you... Slow down! I cant take that much inside me!" You cry "Oh BLAST...!" 

"I cant!" He gasps as he keeps plunging in shaft deep between your bruised flesh "You are driving me insane... I need that tight pussy squeezing me! Oh you feel AMAZING!” 

"Ple-please! Finish quickly...!" You beg in tears. "Oh Maker, I can't!" 

"I-I can't! I want you to cum first! I NEED you to cum first! Cum for me my love, do it for me! Ah, Your screams of pleasure are amazing!" His hand holding your head sneaks between your bodies to play with your clit.  

You squeal and tense instantly, your entire body under intense pressure, compressing his hard shaft.  

"That was GLORIOUS my love! Oh keep going, I beg of you! You are all I ever wanted in this life, I need no one else! Fuck, I cant think properly! Tight pussy so good...!" He furiously caresses your clit, leaving you no time to recover or breath as he keeps pounding you like a nightbull in rut. "I feel you squeezing more and more! Cum for me! Squirt on my cock! Make a mess!” 

Thrawn roars as he deepens his thrusts, sweat rolling on his carved body. 

"Hug me, my love! Dig your nails in my shoulders, claw my back! I want to wear the scars of your passion deep into my flesh!"  

The wet, sloppy, lewd sounds of your furious lovemaking mixed with the heady scent of sex is making your head spin dangerously. 

"I want to fuck my load deep inside! I want your stomach swollen with all of my semen! I want to see your pretty body heavy with my child! I want to show you off to all the others! Cute pussy letting me breed her as I need it!” He chants, "Dig your nails in my skin, make me bleed for you! Do what you want with my body, I give it to you! It was created to serve you! FROST!" Thrawn starts to get delirious between your thighs, gone is the charismatic and unsinkable Senior Captain. 

You welcomed an true animal between your thighs 

"Oh- Oh Maker....!!!!" You hiss, feeling the tsunami of pleasure rising on your veins. 

"Yes! Cum for me my love! Do not fight it! Cum on my cock, use me for your convenience!" 

He gives a final, fated twist at your pearl and you scream his name for all to hear, the tsunami crashing down upon you with such violence you think you will pass out entirely! Your muscles contract so much that you are convinced they will be torn to shred! Your toes curl so hard it is painful as your back arches dramatically under Thrawn’s large, hot body. 

Thrawn gives you four final thrusts that you can only qualify as aggressive and desperate and he comes undone inside you. 

You feel his entire body hardening as he represses a roar coming from the very depths of his chest, burying his head in the crook of your neck and spurting his seed in your abused pussy. 

Your body suddenly...Fall 

Whatever was holding it together, tension, survival instinct, lust, madness... Just snaps and all your strength leaves you entirely and you enter some kind of physiological shock. You spasm on the mattress helplessly, losing all control over your limp body, leaving it at Thrawn's entire mercy... 

He raises his head, panting, completely disoriented like he was in some sort of spell or trance this entire time. He looks at you. 

Or rather devour you with his firey eyes. He lowers himself back to capture your lips in a cry for tenderness, for any affection you could spare him... 

Your swollen lips dance together in an intimate embrace and in your debilitating daze you can pick up on the fact that he started purring. 

You break down crying at that delicate sound. You sob and hiccup uncontrolably as Thrawn embraces you tight, still buried in you. 

"Shhhhhhhhhhh... It is over, Ch'acah... It is done." He whispers, "I am sorry my love, I failed to keep my urges on a leash, I lashed at you. It is unforgivable." His hands came cupping your cheeks to caress your skin with thumbs, "Look at me, love, It is over. You did it. You are amazing." He brushes his nose with you tenderly, trying to soothe you but you keep crying, "Are you... mad at me?" He starts to worry. 

You shake your head but your sobs dont subside. You circle his neck and press him tight against you, choking him a bit. 

"Hug me as as hard as you need, ch'acah, my body is at your entire disposal." 

You both bury your face in the neck of the other, you to cry and inhale his reassuring musk and he leaves the lightest kisses on your skin, praising you endlessly as he caresses your back with so much fondness. 

"You did so well. Taking me whole like that, you gave me so much. You must be so tired, my love, rest in my arms for as long as you need." He brushes his nose with your neck and Whisper so low you barely hear him, "I love you…” 

"Dear Warrior, you took your sweet time!" Thurfian barges in the bedroom a book still in hand, making you jump and whine in Thrawn's arms "What the hell did you... What's happening here?"He stops dead in his tracks.   

Thrawn looks at him with a sorry expression in his eyes. 

"I may have-" 

"Is she crying!?" Thurfian almost shouts. 

He throws the book across the room, skirting the bed with long strides, and immediately kneels at your side, "Pet? Visaot? Are you all right? Look at me Ch'acah..." 

You sob as you release Thrawn to hug Thurfian's shoulders, "Oh my warrior, what did this brute do to you, Princess? I am with you now, everything is going to be all right, my sweet, dry your tears." 

You dig your nails in Thurfian's robe, relieved to hear, feel, and smell your husband after this experience. 

"Patriarch, I-" Thrawn tries. 

"Not a word, Merit Adoptive." Thurfian cuts him short, "You did enough damage for tonight. You served your purpose, you can go." 

"Please, Patriarch, I just..." Thrawn insists but closes his mouth before Thurfian's terrible gaze. 

"Leave, Merit Adoptive. You are no longer welcomed in our wedding bed." 

Thrawn takes the stab deep in his flesh, but bows to his Patriarch in submission. 

He very carefully slips out of your vagina, wincing in displeasure as he cant feel you around him anymore, and leaves the bed. 

Thurfian sits down on the edge of the matress and hugs you tight, whispering sweet nothing to you. He cradles you gently, kissing the top of your head. 

"I know, ch'acah, I know. Try to give a beast some food and it will eat your entire arm. This... Animal needs to learn its place." He spits, looking at Thrawn dressing back. 

Thrawn turns to the both of you, fully clothed in his Captain’s regalia, his usual stern expression on his face. 

"Patriarch, thank you for... Allowing me to come tonight again." Thrawn bows deeply. He raises back and looks at you with... Despair and imploration. 

He kneels to the bed and takes your hand to kiss it and press it against his forehead. 

Like a servant do his king. 

"I am sorry, Ch'acah. May you find the strength to forgive my actions and bless the fool that I am." 

Thufian didn’t lose a crumb of that stunt... 

Thrawn raises back up and walks away. 

Your hand hangs in the air, trying to hold him back, but he cannot see. 

He only sees what he has done to you... 

You flinch when the door closes. 

"...Thrawn?" You asks in disbelief. 

"He left. Good riddance." Thurfian keeps cradling you tenderly, caressing a strand of hair behind your ear. 

"...but... I need him..." You weakly speak, trying to raise in a sitting position.  

"You need a bath and to rest. This is your only job." Thurfian holds you down. 

He pushes the covers away to reveal your naked body to his view. 

His elegant hand comes to part your thighs away for him to see. 

He hiss 

"Such crude animal... You are bruised all over your groin region." He shakes his head, "This boy needs to learn to handle delicate things with more care." 

"He is careful..." You protest weakly, trying to sit again but you wince in soreness and a bit of pain. " He just got... Overwhelmed..." 

"Are you defending him?" Thurfian demands, "Are you defending him in the same sheets he wounded your body in?" 

"I... I dont know." you admit, "I just think... You should not be too harsh on him. He doesn’t deserve it... I think." 

Thurfian gauges you up and down, frowning at you. You gulp before his gaze. 

"I am the one judging who deserves what in this family. Not you." He sentences. 

"I... I am sorry, Thurfian. I forgot my place." You exhale painfully. 

Thurfian seizes your chin and kisses your lips, robbing you of your air as he knows to do so well. 

You gasp when your lips part. 

"He deserves a punishment for treating you like that, whether you liked it or not." He lets you know 

"Please... Don't be too hard." You beg, "I love him." 

Thurfian considers you for a second, his thumb caressing your jaw gently. 

"This love is the only reason I do not throw him out of this family back to the backwater world and position he truly deserves." He clenches his jaw, "He will receive the punishment I see fit, but for your heart..." He stands back up, your hand in his, looking down at you, "... I will not be too harsh on the boy." 

"Thank you, Ch'acah..." You smile, grateful and exhausted. 

He slides his arm under your knees, lifts you up bridal style, and heads toward the bathroom. 

He will give you a bath, let you eat a piece of chocolate cake he knows you love so much and when you will go to sleep, comforted in the thought you protected your clumsy lover from your husband, Thurfian will look at you, smiling as he will lay beside you, caressing your cheek with the back of his hand... 

Knowing that his plan worked 

To absolute... 

Perfection. 

@bluechiss @justanothersadperson93 @thrawnspetgoose @Thrawnalani @twilekchiss @dance-like-russia-isnt-watching @obbicrystaleo@empresskrennic @davesrightshoe @elise2174 @Holylonelyponyeatingmacaroni @Janjtje 

[chaifootsteps]

I've been saving my dethroning moment entry for the moment Stol1tz actually hook up, but I'm getting the feeling they're still not going to have an actual conversation by the season finale and that it might not even happen next episode

honestly Viv's writing of Stol1tz is both too rushed and too slow. it feels rushed when they get lovey dovey because we barely see what they like about each other and it feels too slow at the same time because it's all the show cares about but they keep repeating the same arguments/beats with each other, so it's a total drag

I'll wait it out one more month just to see, but unless the next episode is a total trashfire where Stolas turns around and snaps at Blitzo for ruining his life and costing him Via (when he is equally responsible and chose to lend out his book for sex and willingly volunteered to take the rap for it) I'm feeling like the nadir of the season for me is still Apology Tour. the only thing close to comparable in mastermind was Andre accusing Blitzo of being the one to abuse Stolas (and Stella implying the same thing in a private convo; even she doesn't judge Stolas at all for using the book to get sex??? what???? what????)

Oh, I've abandoned all hope for the two of them ever having a real, meaningful conversation. If Apology Tour -- which was the time for them to have said conversation -- was what Viv's ideas of them talking it out looks like, I hope they never do.

I'm convinced the rest of the series is just going to be them fucking, insulting each other, and in between, pretending they're soul mates and that all the fighting and abuse that happened a minute ago didn't actually happen.

[whereispearlescentmoon]

Wild Life Pearl POV Live Reaction

Ooooo super powers!!

Sick ass guitar riff!

SHE CAN LAUNCH SUPER HIGH IN THE AIR?? I do wonder if she would be taking fall damage. Not that I want to risk it.

Impulse can teleport? CLEO SUMMONS ZOMBIES!! SKIZZ AND MUMBO ARE BACK!!! BDUBS CAN SLEEP THROUGH THE NIGHT! BIGB GETS CREAKINGS?!?

Invisible Jimmy?

Scott can become random animals!!! Perfect for subterfuge :)

Ghoul 1 and Ghoul 2!

Oh I just realized Pearl can leap super high. And she has a mace. And she doesn’t take fall damage from it! Hell yeah.

Ooo I’m gonna watch Cleo’s pov after this to see what convo with mumbo and Skizz.

Speedy boy Tango! Ooo Etho and Pearl have the same power.

They were slain? And she can bring them back every five minutes? Ah beautiful necromancy. DID CLEO DIRECT THEM TO MAKE FUN OF GRIAN?? AHSIWHWJAKHSJA

Bdubs can slow time? Makes sense for clock boy lol.

So Gem can speak to the dead? NO SHE CAN ASTRAL PROJECT?? SO SHE CAN GO IN SPECTATOR MODE??

Oh we’re friends with Ren now? Beautiful. Just like Last Life.

RIP Scar.

“Gem, I know you’re looking at me” Jeez Louise Pearl. And she breaks her mace right after. A beautiful wet cat move. Those aspiring wet cats can truly learn from her.

Ooo Impulse can swap places with people.

GRIAN CAN BORROW POWERS?? Watcher ass activities. SHE CAN FLY?

Oh does Tango freeze water when he runs on it?

Trap time! And Tanguini is here! Wait that’s how calibrated skulk sensors work?

And another failed trap….. Pearl has failed to kill Gem again… my beautiful pathetic wet cat.

Love their beautiful cane tower now has cherries.

Cleo ordered them to go kill Grian! I somehow doubt this will succeed.

Ren CAN BE OTHER PEOPLES SKIN???

MUMBO GOT THE KILL! W FOR CLEO AND MUMBO IN MY BOOK!

Oooo Scott can choose a mob if he clicks on it!

I am shocked that BigB’s face remains unburnt down.

Ooo Bdubs killed by Scar.

I need fanart of Pearl’s cute hat. HOW DID SHE GET POISONED?

“I did tell you not to fix it. I said don’t bother man” Yes Pearl I know and the way you said it made me go actually insane.

SCOTT ACTUALLY GOT THE KILL ON GEM! GGGG WIN.

Cleo died to a creeper. GGGG loss.

“Hey! My eyes yellow! Can’t be stealing my eyeball”

“This is my skin from last season! You can’t *incomprehensible*!”

“I mean what’s hilarious is you’ve gone for different eyes. So you two have basically just shared contact lenses,”

“This is the eye I lost in the portal that you didn’t remember.”

“Oh sorry. Guess it wasn’t important enough to remember” DAMN PEARL IS GETTING SASSY WITH GEM TODAY LOL

Skizz wants to talk to Impulse privately?

Glad to hear that while Skizz struggles, Mumbo has been a great minion for Cleo. Cleo once again picks a favorite son.

“Minions are to be seen not heard” HAKAHWIANAB Scott I love you

Ooooh wait. That’s why Pearl said cockroaches. Because Skizz and Mumbo can’t die.

And the only thing it killed was Mumbo. GGGG loss.

JUST LISTEN TO PEARL THEY CANT RUN FROM END CRYSTALS!

YEAH THEY GOT REN! GGGG WIN!

Not Pearl pulling out the creeper eggs lol.

Oooo Martyn’s proxy chat is way turned up.

Bdubs on red! BDUBS SHOUTING AND CATCHPHRASE ANS MISSING LOL. Martyn on red! Scott on yellow!

Gem was getting boring because she wouldn’t stop complaining about how Scott and Impulse killed her? And how much better she is than their team? Guess Pearl can stop worrying about seeming obsessed lol. Seems the GGGG live in Gem’s mind rent free.

Oh never mind. The cockroach spoiler was about Tango! And how they keep failing to kill him because he’s so fast! That makes sense!

“They’re trying to get everyone off green and little do they know, you’re technically green as long as you use that, right?”

“Right, yeah,”

“A secret green. Like you got so much potential. I swear like, you better win the series, mate,” Where have I heard this before *flashbacks to Pearl and Bdubs in Secret Life*

“I’m trying Pearl.”

“You have a big advantage.”

“I’m trying but this whole lack of being able to kill people isn’t boding well for us is it?”

“No dude. I can’t believe how much I’m sucking this season. I suck so bad.” It’s okay your pathetic wet cat nature is charming.

“I cannot get a kill to save my life.” Yours too buddy.

Joel got hoppies!

Are we literally all meeting up to kill Tango? No wonder Pearl called him a cockroach.

Aaaaand Gem killed Mumbo.

This is actually super epic for tango. The whole server is failing to kill him!

GGGG has taken down Tango and Joel! Two wins!

Omg Jimmy tried to kill Pearl. Congrats to Jay for a single Pearl and Jimmy interaction where Pearl didn’t even see him. I’m sorry.

Cleo is scared of Gem and Pearl just isn’t lol.

“Oh that’s so weird to see me like that. Is that how annoying I look?” Ur not annoying :( your skin looks really cool.

Tango on red!

Pearl! That’s somehow significantly nastier than calling them eyes.

BYE BYE MARTYN!

Oh no Pearl and Scott :( WAIT HI SCARLET PEARL!!! HI!!! HI!!

She commented on the red hoodie! She noticed their skins match!

Ren joined them? We have… six Gs at this point?

End of session! I see why Martyn was being super cryptic when someone asked how the session went. I think next session will probably be the last given how much of the server is on red, and that’s there’s no greens left to get lives back. Unless you count Impulse, I guess.

My final thoughts on the wild card are that it’s super fun! I love that they all got their own unique power, especially because some of the powers seem to be themed to them specifically like Cleo’s zombies and Bdubs having time manipulation!