#more like empire of sexy people

[tothestarsinvelaris]

(please no spoilers if interacting w/ this post. i have somehow avoided all TOG spoilers and know nothing more than the lil blurb on the back of the book and what i have read so far. thx <3)

{Just finished chapter 44 in Empire of Storms}

HELLLO?! Look, I have been a Dorian girly from the fucking jump okay, but hoooollllyyyy shiitttttt!!!

the way that Manon makes Dorian act tf up?! the way Dorian is gonna make me act tf up?!

king behavior 🥵

He literally told her she was the most beautiful woman in the world. my guy??

but then she's chained up in bed and wonders if he'd make her beg for the first time in her long life. He looked capable of it-perhaps willing to let a little cruelty into the bedroom. --- HELLO??!

and he says to her "As tempting as seeing you naked and chained might be..." A soft lover's laugh. "I don't think you'd enjoy the loss of control." -- naked and chained?! please ?! Manon is ready to beggggg my guy holy shit

this exchange though: "enough to know how to handle the needs of mortal princelings. To know what will make you beg." Never mind that she was contemplating the opposite. [...] He leaned over her, nearly nose-to-nose, nothing at all amused in his face, in the cut of his cruel, beautiful mouth, as he said, "I don't think you can handle the sort of things I need, witchling. And I am never begging for anything again in my life." --- Dorian??!??

"I need to hear you say yes." His eyes flicked to the chains. [...] "So considerate, princeling. But yes. I do this of my own free will. It can be our little secret." [...] She began to unbutton the white shirt she'd been wearing for gods knew how long, but he growled, "I'll do it myself." Like hell he would. She touched the second button. Invisible hands wrapped around her wrists, tightly enough that she dropped the shirt. Dorian prowled to her. "I said that I'd do it." Manon took in each inch of him as he towered over her, and a shiver of pleasure rippled through her. "I suggest you listen."

ummmm. yes, sir. ohhh my lord. and then the damn tease fucking leaves!?!?? fuckkkkkkkk

a consent king, a kinky king, a down-bad bisexual coded king, all hail King Dorian!!

[tarre-was-right]

ROUND TWO: MATCH-UP TWO

Remember, this is NOT about who would win in a fight. This is about who makes the best leader for Mandalore as a whole.

Explanation post

Seeding

Propaganda below the cut! You can submit more on this post and I will reblog it back to here!

New Propaganda

Anon: My propaganda for Bo-Katan vs Cody specifically: Bo-Katan quite literally spends her whole life trying to restore Mandalore. She works hard and tries to right her wrongs, and she does in the end. She wants what's best for Mandalore, even if it comes at a cost (she was willing to trade the Darksaber in for Mandalore's safety!!!). - Meanwhile Cody is not even a Mandalorian.

Bo-Katan Kryze

Anon: Bo-Katan propaganda: she babysat a Jedi child without the child dying or killing anyone and leading a planet is basically just babysitting a child on a big scale right

Anon: Bo-Katan spent like three years as a terrorist but she also spent 30 years rebelling against fascists so idk I'm willing to hear her out on this. Welcome back Princess Leia 👏

Anon: As Satine's sister, she would have received much the same early training and education in how to rule their Duchy on Kalevala, as she alluded to in her comments in The Mandalorian - while her involvement in Death Watch is perhaps not a mark in her favor, she did seemingly have many years of experience working as Pre Vizsla's lieutenant, and earned the trust of many of his followers who defected to follow her following Pre's death and Maul's claiming of the Darksaber and throne of Mandalore, forming the bulk of her fighting force during her efforts to reclaim that throne during the Siege of Mandalore - during the Rebels timeline, she has lost the throne once again due to an Imperial-backed coup, but seems to have been working to resist the Empire's rule; during this time, she is chosen to be the figurehead and rallying point of that apparently unsuccessful effort - finally, during the time of The Mandalorian, she has been rallying the surviving clans to reclaim the Darksaber as a stepping stone for reuniting their people; after her work with Din Djarin and the Armorer, she once again is selected by her people to be their leader as they work to rebuild their reclaimed home planet

Anon: Bo-Katan should be the Mand'alor because, while having done a LOT of shit, she tried her best to free Mandalore from the Empire and to give her people the safety they lost when the New Mandalorian Government fell - She worked to redeem herself, and she got back up every time she fell. She united the people of Mandalore from every aspect and kept the warrior traditions alive

@lightsaberwieldingdalek: Literally the only reason I can think of for Bo-Katan to rule is that she’s stubborn. She doesn’t stop trying to get Mandalorians organized and on their homeworld. Kinda a Robert the Bruce and a spider in a cave style parable, except instead of the English she’s trying to fight her own bad actions/behavior towards others

Anon: Bo-Katan propaganda: you know that quote about "It's hard for a good man to be king?" Well considering she's a terrible person she'd actually be pretty good at ruling Mandalore.

COMMANDER CODY

Anon: Propaganda for Commander Cody: - Cody was a student of Alpha-17, who in turn had been personally trained by former Mand'alor Jango Fett, giving him a strong training lineage claim to the title - Cody's service as Marshall Commander in the GAR gave him a lot of the diplomatic, organizational, and military experience needed to govern a planet like Mandalore

@spacetime1969: This man has led more people at once than anyone on this list.

Anon: Cody should be Mand'alor because it would be unspeakably sexy

@cha0s-cat: Cody has experience with negotiating from accompanying Obi-Wan, he leads a massive amount of his brothers already. Can recognize when there is a need for negotiations vs a need for violence. This would balance out the majority of the two factions (pacifists/traditionalists) excluding the extremists on either end. And with the amount of chaos that he has to deal with when it comes to Obi-Wan and Anakin, this would probably be relaxing.

@skykind: - Has resisted fascism and its attendant police/military state at great personal risk (Bad Batch 2.3), which is apparently necessary to successfully govern Mandalore so long as Death Watch is fully armed and also backed by someone more cunning than their usual leadership (Clone Wars 5.15). - Possesses exceptional leadership and organizational ability from his time as one of the highest-ranked Clone officers of the GAR. The Clone Wars and Bad Batch narratives furthermore present him as Obi-Wan’s peer, so he should be interpreted as equally skilled, wise, kind, and unhinged-in-battle as Obi-Wan. Jury’s out on the sarcasm. - Turns to diplomacy before fighting (Bad Batch 2.3). - Has caught a Jedi’s lightsaber mid-battle at least two times (Clone Wars 1.20 and Revenge of the Sith). This is a very useful skill to have as the prospective or current leader of people who keep chucking the darksaber about. - Has returned a lightsaber to a Jedi at least two times. This is a crucial skill to have as the prospective or current leader of people who should stop selecting said leader via darksaber acquisition.

@antianakin: [From the Boba vs Cody poll] So in a very practical sense, if I'm just looking at it with the question of "Who actually has the skills to be a good leader of people" [between Boba and Cody] then the answer is undoubtedly Cody. Cody was trained his entire life presumably to be a Commander in a large army and seems to do that very successfully for three years. He seems fairly humble, has good teamwork skills, he's kind and understanding and merciful, and he's a very skilled fighter. All of this would serve him exceedingly well if he chose to take on a leadership position, on Mandalore or otherwise. - The one downside to Cody is that Cody shows exactly zero interest in Mandalore at all. Cody does not identify as a Mandalorian at any point and never seems like he'd want to, let alone LEAD the Mandalorians. I do not personally see Cody actually being WILLING to lead Mandalore if offered the opportunity, even if he'd definitely have the skills to do so. I feel like if it were offered to him or fell into his lap somehow, he'd just pass it off immediately to the next most qualified person who was interested in it. Mandalore is not his problem or his responsibility and he's not about to change that.

[holylulusworld]

Indecent Proposal (1)

Summary: Your boyfriend wants to be part of their empire. You are the pawn he’s willing to sacrifice.

Rating: Mature

Square filled for @stuckybingo Round 5: free space - mafia au

Square filled for @anyfandomgoesbingo: Free Space

Pairing: Mobster!Stucky x fem!Reader

Warnings: angst, language, mentions of illegal activities/mafia business/murder, strong reader, mentions of breeding/surrogate, wish for children, shady deals, shitty boyfriend, reader doesn't take shit from no one, tension, sexy mobsters

Words: 1,5k

Indecent Proposal masterlist

“Babe, how do I look?” Your boyfriend asks, almost stumbling over his words as the men he was hoping to meet at the fancy party walk inside the room. 

Well, they don’t walk like normal people. They are stepping inside the room, stopping in their tracks to look at the people in the room. It looks like the crowd parts like the Red Sea to form a path only for them.

Steven Grant Rogers. James Buchanan Barnes. – Two names you must know if you ever heard of New York City and its mob.

They are as good-looking as they are dangerous. A deadly combination of beauty and the beast hidden behind blue eyes.

If you don’t want to end up six feet under, you don’t mess with them. Or even look their way too long.

“Did you put on the underwear I told you to?” 

“What has this to do with the party?” You sigh, as you still don’t know why Scott brought you here.

You’ve been dating for a few months, and you had hoped that tonight, he’d do more than the bare minimum. He’s not a bad guy, but an awful partner.

A criminal too. Not a criminal mastermind, but you already figured out that the small business he runs is far from legal.

“It’s important, babe,” you roll your eyes at the awful pet name. You hate it and told him so before. “Okay, don’t say anything stupid. Or, just look pretty and don’t say anything at all.”

“What?” Now you square your jaw. You don’t understand what has gotten into Scott until you lift your eyes off him to meet two pairs of blue ones. “Oh…”

“Mr. Rogers, Mr. Barnes,” Scott looks pathetic when he bows for the heads of the mob in town. “I’m honored to meet you again. Thank you for having me.”

The men ignore Scott and his offered hand. Instead, they look at you. Steve almost shoves your boyfriend aside as he holds out his hand to take yours.

“I see you followed our invitation,” he lowers himself to press a kiss to the back of your hand. You shiver. He seems so polite, and kind. But behind his blue eyes, you can see the beast wanting to break free.

“Stevie don’t scare her off right away,” you are a little overwhelmed when James Barnes turns his attention toward you. He takes your other hand and kisses your knuckles, glancing at your ring finger. “No ring, doll? He didn’t ask you to be his forever?”

“No-“ You’re usually not shy, or meek. But these men crowd you like prey and have their hands on you. You know they are in a relationship, but right now, they look at you as if you are their latest meal. “We’re only dating for a few months.”

“A shame,” Steve cups your chin, making you whimper. You never felt like this before. Confused and aroused at the same time. These men are strangers, but oddly you feel safe in their presence. “What do you say? Shall we lead this to a more private area?”

You don’t know why they are interested in leading you and your boyfriend to a private area, but this can’t be good. People like them never have good intentions, and you assume Steve and Bucky are no exception.

“I’m good here…I mean. You should enjoy your party. Don’t you have to greet all the people you invited?” You nervously babble. 

“Doll, they don’t care if we greet them or not. They are only here to show respect to us,” Bucky runs his index finger up your arm. He smirks as you involuntarily shudder at his touch. “Let’s lead this to our office.”

“Scott,” you dip your head to glance at your boyfriend. He looks up at Steve as if the man is carrying a halo on top of his head. “Scott!”

“Babe don’t be rude. We should follow them to the office,” your boyfriend is no help. He’s wringing his hands while staring at Steve Rogers. God, he’s such a pathetic little boy. You just see it now when you watch him interact with two real men.

“Fine,” you snap at Scott if only to end his pathetic act. “Mr. Rogers, Mr. Barnes, please lead the way.” 

“Do you want a drink or a canapé doll? We can ask the maid to get you something you’ll like,” Bucky sits next to you on the couch, one hand running up and down his thigh, the other creeping toward your thigh. He brushes his metal finger over your exposed skin, barely listening to what his partner has to say.

“Buck, did you listen?”

“Seal the deal,” the brunette clicks his tongue, “I’ll take care of the main act in the meantime. You know I don’t care about the conditions. We already negotiated them. You can take care of the details.”

“I want to take over more important tasks,” Scott suddenly says. He glances at you, and then he looks at Steve. “Sir, I agree on the terms. I’ll do anything to prove that you can trust me.”

“Does she agree on our terms too?” Steve dips his head to watch you stop Bucky’s hand from stroking your thigh. “Buck, we are talking here.”

“I know,” Bucky huffs. “All you do is talk to that slimy little bastard. Give him what he wants so we can get what we want.”

“Mr. Lang, you know that if we seal the deal, that you cannot break it. We have rules for a reason.”

“She will agree,” Scott hastily says. You snap your head toward your boyfriend, wondering what he’s talking about. “Right, Y/N? You’ll help me with the deal.”

“I told you that I’m not going to do anything illegal,” you hiss at Scott. “I looked the other way when you sold stolen phones to my colleagues, but I won’t actively help you. I’m not a criminal.”

“You didn’t talk about the deal with her?” Bucky suddenly jumps up to fist Scott’s jacket. “You dare to come to our house and lie to us?”

“I didn’t lie, Sir…Mr. Barnes. Y/N said she finds you hot, and all. She even talked about ending up between the two of you to her friend.”

“You sick fuck spied on me and Maria?” You growl at Scott. “What the fuck is wrong with you?”

“Mr. Rogers, Mr. Barnes…I’m sure she’ll help you have a baby and all…”

“Baby what?” You furrow your brows. “Okay. This is getting ridiculous. What is going on here?”

“Well, we want you to become our surrogate. Bucky and I love each other dearly, but I cannot give him what he needs, nor can he give me what I want. A baby…an heir. We were looking for the perfect woman, with the perfect bloodline.”

“I-what?” The room suddenly caves in. You feel dizzy and grab the edge of the couch. “You want me to be your breeder?”

“No, doll,” Steve walks toward the couch to crouch down in front of you. “We want you to spend time with us…or rather between us.” He grins. “I want you to have my baby. And then you’ll have Bucky’s. We haven’t figured out whose allowed to breed you first.”

“Breed me?” Oh. God. Your pussy just clenched around nothing. If not for the anger taking over, you’d gladly jump Steve’s bones to have all the babies he wants. “Are you fucking insane? I’m not a piece of meat you can just buy!”

“We believed he talked about the deal with you, doll. Please, don’t be mad at us,” Steve purrs, and runs his hand over your cheek. “We only wanted what we deserve. The perfect woman having our babies.”

“She will agree…” Scott nervously says. He looks at you, hoping you’ll agree to whatever the two men holding his fate in their hands want. “Right babe?”

“I hate it when you call me that,” you jump up, and push Steve aside. “What did you believe will happen when you bring me here to offer my uterus and pussy to these two? Huh? That I’ll just bend over the desk and let them have their way with me!”

“I-uh…kinda…yes…”

“Pathetic,” you click your tongue as you glance at Bucky. He cracks his knuckles, ready to rough Scott up a little for messing with them. “I knew you were no good. I should’ve listened to my gut instinct.”

You dip your head to watch Steve walk toward his partner. They are looking at you, like lions ready to pounce. Those two men set their eyes on you, and you are not foolish enough to believe that they’ll leave you alone.

If you end up in their clutches, you’ll make sure they only get their hands on you to your conditions. “You want me and my womb?”

“More than anything,” Bucky purrs. He steps behind you to place both of his hands on your belly. “And I can tell, Stevie, and will love filling you up.”

Scott hopefully looks at you. This is the moment he was waiting for. He’ll be a made man soon, and his ex will see, he's more than the loser she sees in him. 

You look at Steve, holding his gaze, “I’ll be yours if you get rid of him…”

Part 2

[homunculus-argument]

Come to think of it, I really like doing worldbuilding in common misconceptions caused by survivor/sample bias. I got too gleefully into infodumping about worlds I made up, so I'm going to be merciful and throw a cut-off right here:

(damn, you're still reading? Well, that's on you. Here we go.)

In The Book I Am Not Writing, the fisher folk have very strict concepts of ritual purity, being strict about seemingly arbitrary rules of cleanliness, and they simply don't do extramarital relationships. They are, however, polygamous both ways, so consulting the other spouses about introducing another wife or husband into the marriage is always an option. They also seem to have absurdly large flocks of children. Being both an unusual ethnicity who are commonly considered pretty, and also essentially completely off-limits for casual sex, they are often fetishised, and there's a myth that fisher men are so insanely good in bed that their wives simply cannot resist the temptation of their four sexy husbands even if they're otherwise absolutely done getting pregnant all the time.

The truth is a lot more complicated than that. First of all, in the multiple-spouse marriages, all children are raised between all parents and many clans consider it inappropriate to inquire which kids are biologically whose, so if one or two of the partners has fertility issues, nobody from the outside would know. And the seemingly arbitrary purity rules aren't all that random either - many of them actually ensure a higher standard of hygiene than what other cultures around them have. This, and restrictions about marrying within one's own clan to avoid inbreeding, ensure healthier children. They aren't fucking and getting pregnant more than any other peoples, they have more children because of lower infant mortality.

The Travellers are also "outsiders" living in diaspora, who are - as their name implies - itinerant and never stay in one place for long. Not by choice, though many of them will say they'd rather live this way than to ever settle down, but because almost all towns and cities have discriminatory laws explicitly prohibiting Travellers in particular from staying in the city for too long, or limiting how many of them can be allowed within the city walls at the same time. They don't call themselves Travellers, but refuse to tell outsiders what their own language's name is for their own people, out of fear that the name would be appropriated and turned into a slur. Secrecy is the only privacy that they are allowed to have.

An unusually large number of Travellers also have unusual physical traits, dysmorphic structural features, and congenital disabilities. This is used as xenophobic cannon fodder by citizens of the Empire, treated as proof that the Travellers are so morally crooked that it even deforms their bodies. This, of course, is bullshit. In truth, Travellers do not have any more disabled or deformed babies than anyone else - what they do have is a strong culture of NEVER abandoning one of their own. No matter what. So while people of the Empire associate health and beauty with moral goodness, and consider having "imperfect" babies shameful, Travellers simply don't practice the common peoples' common habit of abandoning or discreetly 'disposing' of children who aren't likely to survive into adulthood, or who will need support their entire lives. "What can be done to one of us, they will do to all of us" is how they live, so nobody gets left behind.

On the opposite end of society there are the Baronesses, the Empire's all-female army of trained magic-wielders. A military class, whose inherent magical powers do not even manifest in every child or even every generation, but when it does, it's always on girls. Daughters are trained for combat, they are the ones to carry on the family name. Since a woman does not need to be married in order to be sure that all her children are hers, sons are not particularly valued even as political tokens for arranged marriages. It is considered common knowledge that there's something in "wielder blood" that makes the male carriers of it weak just as it makes the female ones strong, and that is considered the reason why the male members of wielder families tend to be so dysfunctional, emotionally frail, rampant with substance abuse and more likely to die in the womb or in early infancy.

It is politely never questioned how downright convenient it is that it just happens to be the less wanted sex who are far, far more likely to simply perish away for no apparent reason, especially when it comes to the most harsh, highest-ranking, and most competitive wielder families.

Far across the great ocean, on the opposite corner of the map of the world that the Empire knows of, are the Northlands. Almost mythical mystical lands, that are the source of the various types of thick white pelts and some other exotic goods, commonly supposed to be populated by completely wild, savage people. Northmen are all lumped together, as most people of the Empire would find it hard to believe that the Northmen have even one civilised culture, not to speak of consisting of several cultures and creeds with their own languages and customs. The only few Northmen that the Empire has seen have been foreign sailors in port towns, or perhaps someone's unit of rare exotic bodyguards, undoubtedly a weird flex.

Northmen are considered feral, and the "civilised" ones a strange exception to a supposed rule. It is said that they are exclusively carnivores, eating only meat like tigers and drinking only alcohol. That they are nocturnal, with eyes like cats and wolves that gleam in the dark, and that sunlight hurts them. The sun never rises in their lands, so naturally the people are as pale as cave olms, just like the pelts of their animals are all white. And just like cats and wolves, their infants are all born with blind blue eyes, which either stay blue or turn yellow once they grow.

This, too, is a mishmash of myth and half-truth. Northfolk who venture this far south are more likely to eat meat than any fruit or vegetable they are offered, since they are more familiar with what goat or chicken taste like than any fruit of this strange climate. Northland alcohols are generally bitter ales and dry wines, and the sweet liquors and strong wines of Southlands are a treasured luxury for the ones who are familiar with them, and a very fast way to get shitfaced if one isn't. They aren't nocturnal at home, but having no other protection from the relentless sun, they do prefer to move at dusk to avoid getting sunburn. And The Long Night only lasts a few weeks or months, but that's difficult to explain to people whose common language doesn't have words for "snow" or "winter."

There are no Nothfolk with yellow eyes, but blue eyes are very common, and to Southland people to whom both eye colours are unnatural and associated exclusively with beasts and carnivores, they rarely notice that they've never seen a yellow-eyed one. And being born with blue eyes like wolf pups and kittens isn't a myth, that really is a thing that happens to white people.

[sissylittlefeather]

Kinktober Day 12: Pregnancy Kink

Let 'em All Know

Warnings: 18+ minors DNI, pregnancy (obvi), body image issues, Elvis has been drinking, also reader is drinking a tad while pregnant because it is period-appropriate, kissing, p in v penetrative sex, unprotected sex, creampie

Word Count: ~1.2k

Kinktober Masterlist

“Baby, you about ready?” Elvis walks into the room as you're slipping your shoes on. He looks at you and frowns a little. 

“What? You don't like it?” You've chosen a very loose-fitting dress with an empire waist in an effort to hide your growing baby bump. For most of your pregnancy you've just looked like you had a big meal, but in the last few weeks you've really started to look pregnant. The extra weight has been a real hit to your ego, so you're not exactly eager to go to a party looking like this. 

“No. I don't. You look like you're wearin’ a tent.” 

“Elvis, this is what pregnant women wear.” He purses his lips. 

“Not my pregnant woman. Here.” You slip your shoes off as he goes into the closet and starts to rummage through your clothes. “Wear this.”

He comes back with one of your tighter dresses with bell sleeves that barely covers your ass. You shake your head emphatically. 

“Noooo. I can't wear that. My belly will be so obvious.”

“Yes. It will.”

“Elvis. I don't even know if it'll zip.” He takes the other dress off of you, stopping to momentarily admire your body and then hands you the other dress. 

���Mmm. Just try it, please.” You manage to get the dress on and he zips it. It's not as uncomfortable as you imagined it would be, but your baby bump is absolutely noticeable. 

“Happy now?” He smiles slyly. 

“Yes, I am. Now everyone at the party can see my woman with my baby in her belly.” You roll your eyes. Sometimes his possessiveness and dominance can get a little out of hand. 

“And that's a good thing because…?”

“They'll know you belong to me. And I did that. Besides, you look so sexy and cute with this li’l bump, Satnin. I want to show you off, not hide you in a parachute.” He helps you put your shoes on and you head for the door together. 

“A parachute?”

“Yes, baby, that dress looked like a World War II parachute.” You laugh and he kisses your cheek as you make your way to the car. 

******

You don't love the Colonel, but you'll admit his birthday party has been pretty enjoyable. Elvis is in a great mood, singing parodies of his songs and generally acting like a hooligan. He's right in the middle of filming the Singer Special and the party is on the set. You know he's feeling more like himself than he has in a long time, but you can't help but be a little self-conscious there in your tight dress with your belly so obvious. 

You're standing with your glass of champagne when Elvis comes up behind you and wraps his arms around you. 

“Hey baby. You look good enough to eat tonight.” He whispers in your ear, running his hands over your belly. You cringe and try to pull away.  

“Elvis, you're drunk.”

“I am not! You've been drinking champagne too.”

“Yes, but this is my second glass. You've had four.” He giggles and kisses your neck.

“Okay, well, maybe I'm a little tipsy. I still think you're the sexiest woman I've ever seen.” He not-so-surreptitiously squeezes your breast and you yelp. 

“Elvis!”

“What? They know we have sex. You're pregnant.” 

“Still! Can we go home first?” He nibbles on your earlobe, and you moan softly. You feel him smile against the skin of your neck. He knows exactly what to do to turn you on. 

“Baby, if you'd let me, I'd lay you right here on this table and fuck you in front of the whole party.” A shiver runs down your spine at the thought as you imagine it: fucking him where people could see. You rub your thighs together and your arousal starts to form. “You like that, don’tcha baby?” 

He drags his tongue up your neck to your earlobe again and your pussy clenches around nothing. The pregnancy hormones have made you significantly hornier and he knows it. All he has to do is push the right buttons and he can have you screaming his name in no time. 

“You want daddy to fuck you at the party? Give that little pussy what she needs?” He shifts a little and presses his hard cock into your ass. 

“Mmm, yes daddy.” You moan and bite your bottom lip, trying to stay quiet and composed. 

“Let's go to my car.” You shake your head and take his hand, dragging him away from the party to another part of the set. “Baby, what're you-”

“Ah ha!” You've found what you're looking for. He looks around at the set for the bordello scene. It's pretty much quiet over here. You can both hear the party as it goes on not too far away, but you also know you're alone. 

“Honey, we can't do it here.” You push him backwards onto a couch. 

“Oh, I thought you said you'd fuck me in front of the whole party if I let you? Undo your pants.” He stops arguing and goes to work freeing his dick from his pants. Most of the time he's the dominant one in the relationship, but every once in a while you find your power and he has no problem taking orders. 

Once his cock is out, he reaches up and yanks your panties down and your skirt up, guiding your hips down to him. He pulls his foreskin back and rubs his tip along your entrance, gathering your arousal. 

“Mmm, that's a good boy. Make sure it's nice and wet for mama.” You've never called yourself mama before, but it just feels right in the moment and his eyes go wide as plates as his dick twitches in his hand. 

“Y-yes mama. Whenever you're ready…” You slowly start to sink onto him, feeling every inch of him as he enters you. He has to scoot a little to make room for your belly, but it works and he's hypnotized by the scene in front of him as you begin to roll your hips into his. You already feel your climax gathering in your hips and you moan loudly, biting your lip to try to stifle it. All the extra blood from the pregnancy makes your orgasms mind-blowing, so you're afraid you might scream when it happens. He grabs the side of your face, tangling his fingers in your hair, and makes you look down at him. 

“Fuck it. Make as much noise as you want. Let ‘em all know that you're mine.” With that, you soar over the edge into an earth-shattering release, a primal cry escaping your lips as the waves of infinite pleasure crash and break over your trembling body. “Yes, baby. Just like that. Daddy’s turn.” 

In a split second, he's back to being the dominant one as he grabs your hips and pounds into you from underneath. He grunts and groans as your tits bounce while he fucks you and you whimper. He pulls you into a deep kiss and then mumbles against your lips.  

“Gonna cum, baby. Gonna make such a mess inside you. You want it?”

“God, fuck, yes, please.” 

He moans loudly as he slams into you one last time, his release spilling out of him. When he's finished, you both relax into each other, sweating and panting. You're in this position when someone from the party, Sonny maybe, yells. 

“Hey EP! You know you can't get her pregnant twice!”

Elvis smiles that mischievous lopsided grin at you, kisses you gently, and hollers back. 

“I'm Elvis Presley! You don't know what I'm capable of!”

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Taglist:

@ccab @atleastpleasetelephone @deltafalax @msamarican @angschrof @lustnhim @jhoneybees @polksaladava @searchingforgravity @librababe99 @hooked-on-elvis @theelvisprincess @makethemorning @your-nanas-house @peaceloveelvis @mrspresley69

[bellejolras]

i don’t mean to go on a rant but I’ve been reading reviews of Poor Things bc i hate being happy and ohhhh my goddddd

spoilers under the cut but I have complaints about people’s (lack of) media literacy

Oh my god okay so first of all, if you haven’t seen a movie how are you going to comment on it. Reading summaries and other people’s reviews only is not sufficient to make an original point. you do not know what you’re talking about. just stop.

Second, the movie is. satirical. Which I thought was obvious from the absurd premise and surreal visuals? This is not supposed to be the real world. Nor is it advocating for all the stuff it shows. In fact, it’s even actively indicting some of what it shows. For example: fucked up power dynamics in sexual relationships exist in the movie, but the movie is not saying they are good, it’s criticizing them. Is this not getting through to people?

Third, and related, it’s not ! just ! about ! a sexy baby !! Partly because again, satire. But also partly because she rapidly goes through childhood & adolescent maturity. And it’s not meant to be, like, linear… the regular laws of empirical data and science do not apply to this world… so she is not in fact, like 6 when she’s having sex but more like 16. Which you could argue is still a minor, and im not disputing that, because again the movie is critical of this part and duncan is a total loser. But there’s a massive difference between the mental development of those two ages. ALSO there’s literally nothing inherently wrong with baby bella autonomously discovering masturbation. That’s extremely normal for little kids, often just as a way of self-soothing because it feels nice and not with any awareness of sexuality. And it’s fine if you thought that was a weird scene! but it’s hardly pedophilia to include in the film when the “baby” in question is in fact played by fully grown adult emma stone and I cannot believe that I’m seeing people accuse this movie of that

Fourth, if you claim your takeaway from this movie is “it wants me to believe that women’s power only exists through their sexuality” then I don’t believe you’ve seen the entire movie (see point 1). Narratively it’s only a means to an end for Bella, and when she gets tired of it, she stops! She gets bored of duncan and reads philosophy! She leaves her sex work career and becomes a medical professional! And, even in the sex scenes, while there are many, they center her and her experience, her pleasure. Yes, her tits are out a lot but the sex scenes are weird, intentionally grotesque without being violent. The montage with duncan is shot through a fisheye lens and literally pans away from the bed to focus on a bird landing in the room. Duncan can proclaim himself the best lover in the world, but he’s really not important to the scene ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

In conclusion, I know the people I’m complaining about aren’t going to read this, but just in case, I urge you to learn media literacy. And anyone else who read all of this, thanks lol!! accepting good faith discourse in the notes/replies

[reignpage]

one of your responses to an ask gave me the idea, how the Eden au couples spend the New Year’s Eve? How they celebrate when it’s midnight?

not proofread

gojo and reader:

they throw the biggest party of the year in true gojo fashion and reader mingles for a little before disappearing into a quieter room. gojo pops in once in a while to say hi and tell her all the gossip. then near midnight, he leads her to a balcony overlooking the garden and he sweeps her around, slow dancing to idk a Nicki Minaj song or whatever's playing on the speakers as they countdown.

and he says, 'I'd die for you, I'd kill for you, either way what bliss' and just as she's about to scold him for being so cheesy he kisses her, stealing her breath, and they kiss for far longer than they need to. when they part, they giggle as the fireworks go off in the background

geto and reader:

they attend Gojo's party just cause gojo would throw a fit if they didn't, and at around 11, they excuse themselves and drive up to a cliff overlooking the city. they'll talk about the year, looking back at the highs and lows, having a heart to heart as they picnic at night. then at midnight, they peck and proceed to eat their grapes. the rest of the night is spent talking about their resolutions and their goals, planning their future together whilst they watch the city celebrate

choso and reader:

they stay in. they're all comfy on the couch in matching pjs reader picked out, watching the new years countdown. they've likely just had a thorough sex session where reader made choso cum 12 times or something so choso is tapped out, barely watching and he has no idea what time it is but when reader pecks him on the lips and says happy new year cho cho, he just smiles and mutters it back, feeling excited to do it all again with reader

toji and reader:

they stop by all the parties their friends are throwing, just to say hey and grab some free food and gift bags, and then they return home, for some sweet but still rough sex, with toji trying to get her to cum 12 times for good luck, and when she's thoroughly fucked out, like literally drowning in her own drool, he gives her a sloppy kiss and says 'happy new year ma, fucking love ya'

nanami and reader:

gojo would have begged reader to attend his party, talking about how it's never a party without her, but she tells him she's retired her party ways. gojo pouts but he gets it, he's retired his party ways too, he just wanted an excuse to see her

the lovebird stay in, playing board games, having a nice dinner and talking about their favourite moments of the year and all their plans for the next. near midnight, reader excuses herself and comes back out in a sexy magician's bunny costume or something, with the ears, fluffy tail and everything and says, 'here's to a magical year kenny'

he's gobsmacked, like literally shocked into silenced, then he stumbles over to her, says 'how did I get so lucky' and kisses her right as the clock strikes midnight and fireworks sound out. they don't get a wink of sleep that night

sukuna and reader:

they have to host a party as reps of the Ryomen empire. it's not a party like Gojo's, more like a stuffy business meeting. they both hate it but they play along, rubbing elbows with senators and ceos. midnight passes and they aren't even together to celebrate it. sukuna is livid. he starts threatening people to fuck off, the party ends and people leave at around 1am. reader sends everyone off and has to go find sukuna. he's in the bath smoking, ranting about how he needs to wash their filth away, how they're all so fucking stupid and ugly, and if he has to do it again he'll kill himself

reader sits on the tub and cups water, letting it fall over his shoulders as she hums. he does this every single time and though he's more mad tonight, she knows it's just because he's bottled things up too much. she suggests they go on a holiday. he says it's not enough, that when they come back, it'll be the same shit over and over again. he takes a drag of his cig.

reader says, 'just tell me exactly what it is that you're so upset about, my petulant king'. she's teasing him because she knows he's mad he didn't get a kiss. he catches onto her tone and growls, 'fuck you' before dragging her into the bath with a huge splash. she resurfaces, spluttering and trying to catch her breath, he kisses her as punishment and says, 'happy fucking new year my manipulative queen'

[barcameowski]

𝐒𝐔𝐌𝐌𝐄𝐑 𝐍𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓𝐒 ⁻ ruben dias

genre: smau

pairing: ruben dias x reader!established relationship

face claim: flavy barla

warnings: none

𐬽𐬼𐬽𐬼𐬽𐬼𐬽𐬼𐬽𐬼𐬽𐬼𐬽𐬼𐬽𐬼𐬽𐬼𐬽𐬼𐬽𐬼𐬽

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yourusername: gorgeous view, oh and rubens there

view comments

rubendias: wow.

⇝ yourusername: its okay, i still like u

⇝ rubendias: LIKE? YOU’RE MY GIRLFRIEND

user1: i love this relationship

user2: god really does have his favorites

user3: hot boyfriend + even hotter girlfriend

user4: im so jealous

user5: hes so papi coded

⇝ user6: ....dats...bold

yourfriend: where you staying at mamacita?

⇝ yourusername: *insert radio rebel meme*

ivandias03: i like you more and more every day

⇝ yourusername: im flattered, but i have a boyfriend. sorry

⇝ ivandias03: ....

user7: we've all seen the pictures. shes absolutely stunning, and hes...there

user8: my bi awakening

⇝ user9: my goal in life is to date one of them. i dont care which one

user10: i dont get the hype about her

user11: BOOM SHAKALAKAAAA

user12: i want this kind of relationship

user13: when i grow up i wanna be like yn (im 26)

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yourusername: apparently not a ’bowling night’ outfit 😔

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rubendias: thats not what i said

⇝ yourusername: thats exactly what you said

⇝ rubendias: meu amor i said you looked great

rubendias: o mais bonita 😍

⇝ yourusername: eu amo te velho 🥰

user1: their banter is so cute

user2: hannah montana said nobodys perfect, but here she is

sophiaaemilia: pretty 🤩

⇝ yourusername: youuuuu

user3: i love women

user4: the comments made me realize I’m so single and depressed

user5: perfect people don’t deserve perfect relationships 😭😭😭😭

user6: I fear I’m more in love than ruben

user7: he definitely isn’t winning on the field but he’s winning off the field

⇝ liked by rubendias

user8: all wags are gorgeous PROVE ME WRONG

user9: I need 90 minutes to rethink my entire life and any decisions I have ever made

user10: take me to portugal i want to find a man like ruben

⇝ user11: I don’t need a man like ruben I need ruben

user12: am i the only one that misses single ruben?

⇝ user13: hell no, single ruben was miserable at least with this blonde lady he is happy

user14: who even is she?

⇝ user15: someone you’re jealous of

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rubendias: event of the year only because she attended

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yourusername: I ❤️ u

⇝ rubendias: spell it out correctly

⇝ yourusername: I LOVE YOU

⇝ rubendias: damn chill

⇝ yourusername: shut the hell up

ivandias03: get yo ass out of here

user1: I love this relationship more than I love my mom

user2: okay when is it my turn

user3: why am I single

user4: you’re so sexy post yourself

user5: she’s so sexy post her

user6: impeccable taste in women

⇝ rubendias: thank you for noticing, I try really hard

user7: and boyfriend of the year goes to…..

user8: I want to be their dog I can bark

user9: okay time for me to turn my phone off

user10: I want a refund

user11: I’m sobbing, I want a boyfriend

user12: at first we all thought she was a gold digger but I feel like this is real love

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yourusername: my old favorite person, ruben and my new favorite person, simba

view comments

rubendias: do you actually love me

⇝ yourusername: yes, of course 😘😘

user8: DO YOU NEED ANOTHER DOG?? I CAN STILL BARKKK

user1: I love this lil family

user2: is it bad I want to be a dog?

user3: this is my roman empire

user4: I can’t wait til they have kids

⇝ yourusername: simba is my kid ? wdym?

user5: cutest dog ever

⇝ rubendias: cutest woman ever

⇝ yourusername: cutest man ever

⇝ user6: are we interrupting something…

user7: if this didn’t break my heart idk what will

user9: I want to be the dog

user10: that puppy is the luckiest puppy to ever walk the earth

[deesseshesca]

PAC : If I were to drop a viral TikTok, what would it be about? (Tipsy edition)

Is my red flag era making a comeback ?

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Bestie, your viral TikTok would totally be you serving main character energy while spilling some major tea about your glow-up. Picture this: you start with a montage of your “before” era—sad, stuck, whatever—and then BAM, you hit us with the ultimate transition. The vibe? “I’m not who I was, and thank God for that.”

It’s raw, real, and dripping with "soft life" energy. The caption? Something like, “POV: You stop resisting change and start thriving.” Everyone’s gonna eat it up because it’s not just aesthetic—it’s giving phoenix rising from the ashes. Comments? Full of people saying, “I needed this,” and “Girl, you just inspired my rebrand.” Iconic. ✨

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Bestie, your viral TikTok? Oh, it’s definitely a “secure the bag” moment. Picture this: you casually flexing your savings, investments, or something lowkey bougie you worked hard for, like a designer bag or a cute lil apartment glow-up.

The vibe is “I'm not just collecting things, I’m building my empire.” The audio? Something sassy like “I’m not lucky, I’m disciplined.” And in the caption, you’re like, “POV: You stopped overspending on vibes and started saving for your future.”

The comments? Full of people tagging their friends with “We need to be like her.” Manifesting rich girl energy! 💸

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Girl, your viral TikTok would be pure drama and icon behavior. Imagine this: you start with the wildest montage of your life falling apart—like messy breakups, bad decisions, or that one time everything just went WRONG. Then, BAM, you hit us with the ultimate comeback moment.

It’s giving “Yeah, I lost it all, but look at me now.” The caption? “POV: The breakdown was just the plot twist for my glow-up.” Everyone in the comments will be shook, like “Sis, HOW did you bounce back like that?!” Total queen vibes. 👑

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[improbable-outset]

Fic authors self rec! When you get this, reply with your favorite five fics that you've written, then pass on to at least five other writers. Spread the self-love ₊ ✩

LAURO🥹🥹 How are you?? Thank you for the ask!! You too, T @tarjapearce !!

Here are my answers:

Magnet (Kenji Sato)

This is my first Kenji Sato fic that I’m currently fixating over 🥹🥹 I’m a sucker for mutual pinning especially if it’s from the male pov. This man is presented as egotistical in the film but I wanted to highlight his inner insecurities especially when it comes to being around his crush haha

In Sickness and In Health (Miguel O’Hara)

This was a vent fic that I wanted to share and I was surprised how much people actually ate this up. I guess a lot of people can relate for the overstimulation here that reader was experiencing and I just love how they ended in sexy time

Static in the Air (Miguel O’Hara)

Post-divorce trope is my Roman Empire !!! The tension. Miguel’s jealousy in here!!! The smut!! Also I just love their interaction here and the rollercoaster of emotions

Meet Cute (Miguel O’Hara)

Nothing too extraordinary, just some fluff and some flirting from reader <33 but still hold a special place in my soul

Prolactin (Francis Mosses)

Omg I wrote this on a whim and I got so many kudos on this on ao3 💀 I didn’t realise ppl will like this so much. Lactation kink with your 1950s milkman husband…nothing much also I the surprise look on my face when I saw you reblog that one looool

Here’s my Ultimate Masterlist where you can find more of my writing from different fandoms <33

[tarre-was-right]

ROUND ONE: MATCH-UP FOUR

Remember, this is NOT about who would win in a fight. This is about who makes the best leader for Mandalore as a whole.

Explanation post

Seeding

Propaganda below the cut! You can submit more on this post and I will reblog it back to here!

BOBA FETT

Anon: Boba The Builder, can he do it? Boba The Builder, yes he can!

@spacetime1969: He grew up in the political game that is the criminal underworld and managed to out manuver all the other groups on Tatooine to take control of the planet. That's not something you can pull off without political and tactical skill.

Anon: Boba Fett Propaganda: - Boba Fett was explicitly raised by his father, past Mand'alor Jango Fett, to be the legacy of his own adopted buir, Mand'alor Jaster Mereel; while this training did seem to focus more on the bounty hunting and mercenary aspects of their work, it presumably included many lessons about working with people and negotiating, both of which would come in very handy - Boba is commonly held to be a classic example of a child who grew up in a cultural diaspora, feeling largely disconnected from his Mandalorian roots; given the climate on Mandalore after the Galactic Empire glassed it during the Rebellion Era, his experience is likely representative of many of the surviving Mandalorians, who likely also grew up away from their traditional homeworlds in the sector, possibly even in hiding as in the case of Din Djarin's Covert - speaking of Din Djarin, the strong respect between him and Fett would likely put Fett in good standing with those traditionalists, who would similarly respect Fett's connection to their people as the son of a Foundling, even if he wasn't raised the same way as them - in Legends, Fett's connection with Goran Beviin and his family really brought him more fully back into Mandalorian culture, and in a way that makes a good story to sell to reporters (and readers, breaking the fourth wall a bit there, lol) - finally, Boba DID become Mand'alor in Legends continuity, and one that seemingly enjoyed popular support!

Anon: You know what? Boba Fett was given a bad hand in life. He’s done some bad things. But you know what he’s shown? Drive. Commitment. Determination. Resilience. Willpower. And a shocking refusal to die when he’s gone up against bitches badder than himself. Thats more than some Mandalorian leaders can say for themselves. He keeps going. And it’d be funny. Here IS how Jaster can still win. - Also I think that he would be pretty chill. Cody prolly couldnt be. We’ve seen him rule a city, maybe questionably.. but he was hot doing it. Fennec would probably help him and she’s hot too. Din would prolly be good with it. Cody’s last experience ruling was being involved in the empire and witnessing a horrible execution after negotiating a surrender. He prolly wants nothing to do with it now. And good for him! Let!! Cody!!! Retire!!! This isn’t a popularity contest.

Anon: Boba Fett Propaganda: Boba Fett literally was the Mand’alor in legends, and he did a pretty fine job

COMMANDER CODY

Anon: Propaganda for Commander Cody: - Cody was a student of Alpha-17, who in turn had been personally trained by former Mand'alor Jango Fett, giving him a strong training lineage claim to the title - Cody's service as Marshall Commander in the GAR gave him a lot of the diplomatic, organizational, and military experience needed to govern a planet like Mandalore

@spacetime1969: This man has led more people at once than anyone on this list.

Anon: Cody should be Mand'alor because it would be unspeakably sexy

@cha0s-cat: Cody has experience with negotiating from accompanying Obi-Wan, he leads a massive amount of his brothers already. Can recognize when there is a need for negotiations vs a need for violence. This would balance out the majority of the two factions (pacifists/traditionalists) excluding the extremists on either end. And with the amount of chaos that he has to deal with when it comes to Obi-Wan and Anakin, this would probably be relaxing.

@skykind: - Has resisted facism and its attendant police/military state at great personal risk (Bad Batch 2.3), which is apparently necessary to successfully govern Mandalore so long as Death Watch is fully armed and also backed by someone more cunning than their usual leadership (Clone Wars 5.15). - Possesses exceptional leadership and organizational ability from his time as one of the highest-ranked Clone officers of the GAR. The Clone Wars and Bad Batch narratives furthermore present him as Obi-Wan’s peer, so he should be interpreted as equally skilled, wise, kind, and unhinged-in-battle as Obi-Wan. Jury’s out on the sarcasm. - Turns to diplomacy before fighting (Bad Batch 2.3). - Has caught a Jedi’s lightsaber mid-battle at least two times (Clone Wars 1.20 and Revenge of the Sith). This is a very useful skill to have as the prospective or current leader of people who keep chucking the darksaber about. - Has returned a lightsaber to a Jedi at least two times. This is a crucial skill to have as the prospective or current leader of people who should stop selecting said leader via darksaber acquisition.

[holylulusworld]

Indecent Proposal (8.2)

Summary: Your boyfriend wants to be part of their empire. You are the pawn he’s willing to sacrifice.

Pairing: Mobster!Stucky x fem!Reader

Warnings: angst, language, tension, sexy mobsters, fluff, talk about sex, making out, voyeurism, hand job, blow job, fingering

A/N: A shorter interlude chapter before we get to a little more...plot...

Indecent Proposal (8)

Indecent Proposal masterlist

“Come closer and look at him,” Bucky purrs. “I want you to watch my beautiful husband cum. He looks like Michaelangelo’s David, don’t you think?”

You crawl toward the edge of the bed. Just as promised Steve and Bucky invited you to watch them together. “It’s okay, doll. Bucky wants you to watch him make me feel good.”

Steve watches you slip off the bed to kneel next to Bucky. He wants to teach you how to satisfy his husband in any way. 

“See how hard he is for us?” Bucky dips his head to smirk at you. Your eyes are glassy, and you can’t stop your hand from slipping into your panties. “Steve loves it when you watch me touch him.”

“Does he like a hand job?” You lean closer to Steve to get a good look at his erection. “He’s leaking pre-cum.”

“Steve loves a good hand job. Sometimes we can’t get intimate because we are around too many people. A hand job under the table is always an option.”

Bucky runs his hand slowly up and down Steve’s length. He looks up at Steve, holding his husband’s gaze. “Right, baby. You love feeling my hands on you.”

“Y-es,” Steve hisses as his husband tightens his hand around his length. Bucky gently cradles Steve’s balls, caressing both at the same time. “Bucky is so good to me. Watch him, doll. I want you to watch him.”

You whimper watching Bucky, pleasuring Steve with consistent strokes. He adds some pressure on the bottom of Steve’s cock, making the tall blonde whine for more. 

“That's the most sensitive part to Steve,” Bucky explains. “He loves it when I add pressure there.”

Mesmerized by them you sit on your heels to watch Bucky and Steve. You lick your lips, wishing it was you touching Steve or both.

“Can I?” You look at Steve, silently asking if you are allowed to touch Bucky. “Stroke his cock?”

“Go ahead, doll,” Steve smirks. “Touch him. But don’t make him cum too fast. He enjoys the ride the most. I love edging him.”

“What?” Bucky groans when you grab the lube he used on Steve. You add some on your hand before you carefully wrap it around Bucky’s cock. “Oh, fuck me…Stevie.”

“He’s so big,” you purr and get to work. A hand job is nice, but you go for gold. You duck under Bucky’s arms and lean over his lap to wrap your lips around the tip. 

“Shit…Bucky,” Steve’s eyes darken and he starts panting. Watching you please his husband and Bucky’s hand on his cock are enough to push him over the edge. He shouts his husband’s name when he shoots his load all over your back and Bucky’s face.

You don’t care. While Bucky drops his hand from his husband’s cock, laughing as he came like a horny teen, you start bobbing your head. “Sweetness, what are you doing to me?”

“She tries to suck you off,” Steve points out. “She’s eager to taste you too.”

You smirk around Bucky. He didn’t allow you to go down on him, but you decided the moment Scott fucked you over that you will take control. 

“Doll, we need…shit…baby doll…” Bucky pats your head. “This was meant to be a lecture in intimacy and sharing it.”

“Let her have some fun,” Steve swings his legs out of the bed to kneel behind you. He moves his hand between your legs to shove your panties aside. “Relax, doll. I want to have some fun too.”

Your eyes roll back when Steve rubs your clit. Moaning around Bucky you try to focus on pleasing him, not the feeling of Steve’s fingers running up and down your folds. 

“Aw, is our baby doll wet for us,” Bucky chuckles when you tense. Steve teases your entrance, fingertips slipping inside. “I want you to fuck her with your fingers, Stevie. She’s been such a good girl, and we can’t leave her unsatisfied.”

“No. I want to watch you fuck her,” Steve pushes two thick fingers inside your cunt. “Doll, stop sucking him off. We won’t waste another droplet of cum. Bucky is going to breed this cunt tonight.”

You whimper and whine because you can’t wait to feel his cock inside of you, but don’t want to stop sucking Bucky off. “Doll, listen to Steve.” 

You release Bucky’s cock with a pop and pout. “I wanna suck you off. Why won’t you let me?”

“Baby doll, this is about giving and taking. So far, you mostly gave,” Bucky pats your head. “We want to give you all the pleasure you deserve. You are so stuck in making your partner feel good without getting anything back that you are stuck in old patterns.”

“Bucky can’t wait to get his thick cock inside your perfect pussy,” Steve moves his fingers faster in and out of your slick pussy. “And I can’t wait to watch him destroy your cunt and fill you up. I don’t care if you are fertile tonight or not. This is about making your pussy sing for us.”

“And after I’m done with you, sweetness,” Bucky slaps your left cheek, “Stevie will be ready to fuck your cunt until you can’t walk straight. We will keep you in bed and fulfill all of your dreams and kinks.”

“OH God,” you rock your hips and start fucking yourself on Steve’s fingers. “I want you both…at the same time. Can you cum all over me too? Maybe I can ride your face. Stevie’s thick beard is screaming for my pussy.”

“Did you hear that, baby?” Bucky dips his head to watch Steve finger your pussy. “She wants the full experience.”

“Doll, we got everything you want and more. Now, relax, and let me make you cum. After I’m done, we will breed you and make you ours forever…”

Part 9

[weirdly-specific-but-ok]

star wars but I've never watched it

I'm flirting with death (the star wars fandom) and it's about to succumb. I mean, be seduced. I promise when I flirt the intended result is not succumbing (usually). Here, have this, I know you maggots have missed my summaries they're so comprehensive and well-researched. Two cups of black coffee down. LET'S GO, MAGGOTS.

It is not Star Trek, and if I mix them up, both fandoms will tear me limb from limb, but mainly Star Trek because they're less popular?

No, that was not intended to be inflammatory, it's just what I was warned when I first got kidnapped. Don't blame the student, blame the system.

LUKE, I AM YOUR FATHER.

Except that's actually a misquote, it's No, I am your father. Mad trivia game. Huge star wars fan, me (why do I sound like Crowley).

It's set in outer space.

Are daleks stormtroopers?

Yoda pulls sentences in half like Crowley pulls Aziraphale's legs apart while they're not talking, and then tries interesting positions.

Leia has space-buns and makes out with Luke.

Luke is Leia's brother.

Anakin, whom I thought was some sexy babygirl side character, is apparently Darth Vader.

I am certain some people still find him a sexy babygirl. I just hope if he has a sister, she doesn't.

Is incest hereditary? Besides the obvious, I mean.

Small and green, Yoda is.

Daleks or not, there are storm-troopers, and they wear white plastic but not in a kinky way. Mostly. I remember one video a maggot showed me of a dustbin and--anyway.

They have bad aim.

There is a Death Star, and there is also a Death Star in Star Trek, but this is the more obvious one.

It has machinery specially engineered so if you shoot at that one place, the entire spaceship explodes or shuts down, which is a convenient feature.

A baby Yoda, they made. To make merchandise in time, Disney failed. Money, they lost.

There's something called the Force which everyone irl uses to try and get their remote to fly to them while sitting on the couch watching TV. They squint and reach out their hand while doing this. It rarely works.

There are a lot of unnecessary sequels and prequels. People are not happy.

A lot of Star Wars has inspiration drawn from ancient Indian philosophy and Hindu mythology. Just fun trivia, since I'm such a huge Star Wars fan.

Chewbacca?

R2D2? Robot go beep beep.

Han Solo and Leia get together.

Who is Han Solo? The guy who witnessed Leia making out with her brother. Whatever gets you off, king.

Dead, Yoda might be. Not sure, I am.

Rogue 1?

Return of the... Empire? No, wait, Jedi.

Empire Strikes Back!

Jedi exist. Because uh, it was in the title. They'd better exist.

Luke's daddy cuts off his hand. Not in a sexual way. But you never know with this family.

End (Not. Disney is going to milk this cash cow till they run out of ideas because of underpaid writers, and then they'll do a remake, probably).

Welcome, you are. Comprehensive, all-inclusive, this summary is.

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More Conan thoughts:

Howard's weird play with old historical nations and gods of foreign religion mushed my brain at first, but once I got he wasn't actually using the gods or nations of the real-world and just borrowed their name for fantasy tropes (Set here is basically your typical flat "god of evil" present everywhere in cliche fantasy), it goes much finer

It is fascinating how the Conan tales are much more varied indeed than what pop culture reduced Conan to be (you have Conan explorer and archeologist, Conan robber, Conan bodyguard, Conan pirate on the sea, Conan king leading armies, Conan detective in a museum...) and yet are the most obvious form of formulaic fantasy ever (every time there's a sexy girl popping out of nowhere, Conan saves her and they have sex and she never appears again ; every time Conan must face a huge creepy snake or a huge creepy monkey ; every time there's an evil sorcerer doing evil sorcery and who Conan defeats by destroying his power source, all the bad guys come from Stygia, etc etc)

People also vastly underestimate how Conan tales are one of the most obvious source for the "Lich" archetype of modern days. The entire Lovecraftian circle was responsible for the shaping of the "Lich" in modern-day fantasy (not counting the Nazgûl or the folkloric precedents). But while Clark Ashton Smith was the one who popularized the use of "lich" for "corpses animated by magic" and who kept writing about evil necromancers raising the dead by thousands (see The Empire of the Necromancers, or The Dark Eidolon), Conan was the one who had to face extremely powerful evil sorcerers, who died thousands of years ago but now were resurrected by magic means, and who have all of their power and existence attached to a specific magical item that must be destroyed to vanquish them (like Xaltotun in The Hour of the Dragon).

Conan is such a strange double-standard character, or even world. You know, Conan as a king is tolerant of religion and lets all cults thrive due to his "barbarian" nature refusing oppression based on religion... but at the same time there are OBVIOUSLY evil and dangerous cults in this world where Conan cuts the head of their evil priests and prophets. Conan refuses to rape a girl and treats this as evil... and yet he also regularly kidnaps and "man-handled" women who just happen to fall in love with him at first sight. Howard tried to write "powerful" women characters who are pirate-leaders, and grieving queens, and barbarian women, yet they are also good old cliches of an absurd feminity... And oh yes, Conan's "barbarism", "barbarian" nature seems to have been completely invented by Howard to explain why he wanted a dumb brute of a hero entirely led by his muscles, his dick and his raw emotions, and yet also wanted a scholarly hero talking many languages, knowing well geography, good tactician, aware of History and even versed in the various religious rituals of the cult of his time. Because yes, Conan is a much more intelligent character than pop fiction made it to me... "Barbarian" in Howard words simply seems to mean - absolute raw strength and huge man-crushing muscles, is focused on getting girls and riches first and foremost, and doesn't let "sissy" - sorry, "civilized" - things like laziness, luxury or goodness gracious regular human emotions get in the way.

And that's the irony... Early Conan was a robber obsessed with getting riches and wealth, stealing precious artefacts and gems left and right... and yet he disdains luxury and insults riches as being for effeminate sissises and softening real men into civilizes ninnies. The "barbarian" ideal includes acting on raw emotion like anger or raw desires like lust, and yet the "civilized" caricature includes shooting down people too emotive, or people who lose their dignity or are "too weak" but letting their sorrow and fear take over aggressivity and pragmatism... As I said, Conan is shaped to be basically an heroic model, and yet he is also toxic masculinity in full swing. You all are trying to cancel Tolkien for being racist or misogynist - Tolkien is WOKE compared to Howard.

Also: The Tower of the Elephant is such a good story. For all of you who complain we don't see eldritch abominations in a good light, only as evil things - The Tower of the Elephant takes back an alien, otherwordly creature of forbidden knowledge from the abysses of time... And make it a positive, peaceful, sympathetic victim abused by humans and whose story is a true tragedy. In fact the handling of "eldritch abominations" in the Conan tales is interesting, as outside of the Tower of the Elephant (where you have a positive/victim "Lovecraftian" being) all Lovecraftian entities are either vaguely talked about gods that are not actual characters, or minor entities and demons that the sorcerers invoke to keep as mounts or bodyguards.

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Im probably missing something but its late and i am sleepy so must trust that i got at least most of the important bits.

A Newbies guide to the 7 nations

Disclaimer- I put the infinity nikki nations in here but we dont know a whole lot about them just yet. It is mostly used as a reference point since it isnt known how much the previous two games will influence Infinity just yet. styles arent really a hard rule but more what the nation is known for and what is most prominent in that nation. Also tried to put a bit of history for each one as well.

ALSO this isn't including events like the 7 day war/blood curse etc. Its just the nations.

Ninir/Lilith/Heartcraft Kingdom - fairytail styles and lolita aesthetic, very cute and whimsical fashion.in love nikki Lilith nation is ruled by King Royce, younger brother to Queen Nanari who brought Nikki to Miraland. Her disapearance is speculated to be the cause of soldiers. As well as Nidhogg who was appointed as prime minister to handle political affairs due to her sickly health. Lilith was founded by peace lovog designed from Cloud and Pigeon who were tired of war, they came together in the ruins of Ninir and rebuilt the city making it a neutral nation for artists and stylists.

Later the name of the nation changed from Ninir to Lilith in order to honor the queen who was beloved of her people. In Shining Nikki Ninir Kingdom is ruled by Queen Lilith who is said to be the most beatiful in the nation. She is sweet, kind and tolerant She is a devout believer in an old legend that states when the full moon is at its peak the time is great for making wishes. Her style influenced the people greatly and became a part of what made the nation stand out

Cloud/Linlang Empire -think like ancient eastern/imperial styles. Usually very elegant styles, kimonos, qipao etc. Cloud is one of the oldest nations ruled by an Emporer and (in LN)has four noble families or clans in positions of the government which are given control over each geographicapart: Yue (West), Bai (East), Zhu (South), and Ming (North). The royal court is located in the Cloud Capital which is in Eastern Cloud. The Tower of Zen was built after an old King Saint Cloud met an oracle in his dreams who told him to build a tower to the heavens. It took decades to build and is said that only an accomplished king and queen could ascend the and reach the heavens. For this reason it is believed that the king and queen are reincarnated from the dragon and phoenix that appear above the tower. There is also a history that says in ancient times two sister guarded the day and night. Bixiao (day) and Chixiao (night) and could only meet during an eclipse. As humans grew more war-hungry so too did Chixiao and she tore her sister into the four wills of war. Bixiao then sealed Chixiao in a circle within the clouds and fell asleep, hoping the blood of the emporer could awaken them again one day. in Shining Nikki the worship of Cang River influenced the traditional fashion of Cloud.

North/Empire of Light - we are going to war and we are going to look hot and sexy while doing so. Knights and soldiers with swords and guns, North is a cold kingdom and has a lot of uniforms, capes, and coats in its style. in love nikki North is a kingdom ruled by King Ryan and is permeated with war and bloodshed. From a young age student attend military school to become warriors and beig part of the military is a point of pride. North does not have a religion and only believe in themselves and the strength of their own person. Notably the Nameless Chivalric Order was established here, a legend that appears only in times of war in order to fight for the peace of North. It is said they guard the secret key to ending the Blood Curse. League Tyr was also established here by Nidhogg (from Lilith) with other powerful warlords. Nidhogg used this league to lead an attack on Cloud City despite King Ryan disagreeing and asking other nations to help stop them. in Shining Nikki the people use their fashion more as protection from the cold weather but also to expose the brutality of war and draw attention to regaining peace. In this time is tradition for parents to take their kids bear hunting, traditionally done with bows they replaced it with shotguns after the war.

Apple/Starhail Federation - very modern and fashion forward. From evening gowns to ripped jeans, almost anything you might see on a red carpet. Apple Federation was once a colony of Pigeon Kingdomo and thus their styles tend to have a lot of overlap. Apple gained independence after a youth named Welton rebelled. There was a war that lasted four days (known as the War of Independance) and after Apple declared itself a nation. The Apple Federation Apparel Group, founded by Helz, became one of the most influential pillars of the government and politcs as well as Mercury Bank. Becuase of this, Apple Federation sided with League Tyr in the war betweeen League Tyr and Cloud. However the Apple Government and Apple Federation Apparel Group opposed this and sided with North, Cloud, and Lilith.

Wasteland/Terrra Alliance - bohemian fashion, desert wear, sort of sterotypically 'exotic' vibes. Generally has a lot of focus on accessories such as bracelets and headdresses. Wasteland is made of many different tribes and was isolated from the mainland for a long period of time, so the people maintain an original and tribal way of life. They use knots to keep record of history and tribes hold their own ceremonies each year to gain greater ability in designing. (side note: a lot of players pointed out that Wasteland seems racist it was a full discussion in many of the servers I played in and was brought up to the developers, this is also part of why we see different skin tones now.)

Pigeon/Twinmoon Kingdom - its kind of similar to Apple but dial it back a few decades. Princessy almost, as well as a lot of elven styles with a focus on nature themed outfits. Pigeon is a nation with many diverse people including humans, elves, dwarves, and gnomes (and Kindred which the best i can sum up is vampire elves and only seem to exist in LN). IT was founded by the King of Light Elves Ludwig. After Mercury assassinated the late king August his daughter Ophelia rose to power and became Queen. Though she does not hold much real power as the government was mostly controlled by old aristocrats and Mercury himself. in LN it is ruled by Queen Elle, who founded the Iron Rose Stylists Legion, after the Light Elves lost the ability to rule through the Theft of the Holy Crystal. Though many people in Pigeon love her, Elle is feared by many outside of her own kingdom. Pigeon is a deeply religious nation who believe that God watches over them daily.

Ruin/Whaleport - probably the one that stands out the most. Sci-fi, AI and futuristic wear. Ruin is the most mysterious and least known of the nations. in LN it is ruled by an AI known as Queen Berta/Beta (previously known as the Shimmer) and was built on the ruins of the "Lone Whale" shipyard. They have no relations with other nations and (with one exception) no citizens are found on the mainland. It is said their technology is so advanced that if used in war they could destroy the world. in Shining Nikki Glow was "born" to find a way to save humanity. Glow is multiple and communicates with herself calling out again and again to the gods but hearing only herslef in answer. In some she is an AI and in some an android, one of her plans includes The Whale and The Star Sea.

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Hello!!! I love love love your yandere thrawn!!! Could I please request yandere thrawn x rut/heat?

Maybe as the rut approaches he gets more possessive and obsessive, watching reader more carefully and preparing his chambers for reader. Reader might notice the extra tension in thrawn but just assumes he's worried about his campaign or something. Then when the rut actually hits he's like in the middle of a meeting and kicks everyone out to take reader.

Thank you for all your writing!!!

OMG Yandere Thrawn in heat/ rut ????? So sexy! That's a brilliant idea I may steal it for my main yandere... Who knows... Stay tuned 😇

Thrawn x F!reader

Tags: Yandere behavior (duh), possessive, jealousy, Thrawn's first time, cunni, fingering, P in V, creampie, breeding kink

Everything is perfect.

Thrawn planned absolutely everything for you, you’re the only one missing now.

He takes a look around in his large suite on his ISD. He measures his chances. He truly does. He knows meeting his one and only is something that only happens to the most lucky, so many people live and die without ever meeting their true other half. So for him to have the chance of meeting you, he considers himself extremely lucky. And he harbors the hope you do too!

And soon he intends to honor you like you deserve to be.

He ordered a lot of new pillows everywhere to create nests for you to lay down and relax.

He will lay you down in all of them and take you tenderly all night long.

He added a lot of new surfaces in his quarters, if you're freaky enough he will gladly take you on them too. Anything to amuse you.

He is quite excited and a bit nervous actually. This is his first rut with a partner. Back at the Ascendancy nobody caught his eyes so he took pills to suppress his rut all his life to keep them at bay. He got through life watching couples flourishing and getting at it passionately when the rut came. To him it always was more of an annoyance and disturbance in his work. Try to keep a crew focused when their instincts are screaming at them to take their partners to bed! A real challenge. Thanks to the Warrior, the Syndicure passed a law forcing each warrior and officers to take suppressants, now calm and peace came back on the bridge and he could speak to level headed adults and not toddlers in uniforms consistently on the verge of implosion. Honestly, this aspect of the Chiss species was such a burden! What a shame to be diminished to a rabid animal when you are civilized like them! For those reasons Thrawn always hated that part of himself, what a relief he felt when Thrass offered him a pill to calm down his ardors when he developed his firsts pulsions. The sensation of freshness and renewed control he felt when he gulped down that little pill for the first time… Truly a blessing!

If there is something Thrawn absolutely despises, it’s the loss of control.

But then, he met you.

Perfect you.

Adorable you.

How could he have predicted you? So far away from his people and civilisations, in an empire of aliens, how could he have predicted to meet his perfect match? The first time he saw you, he knew. He knew the Warrior created you for him and him only. You were standing at attention, your back straight and head high with a little smile to greet him for his promotion to Grand Admiral. Did he find you beautiful? No idea. You just immediately caught his eyes, like a firefly is tempted by light he was drawn to you by a force beyond his understanding.

He felt like he was struck by lightning when he first heard your chuckle at one of his dry humored responses to a fool of an officer, and that was the sweetest sound he ever heard in his life! And you are so intelligent… He have the greatest pleasure inviting you to his office to strategize all night long

If only your stupid boyfriend wasn’t in the way. 

That jackass had no style nor class, why were you in a relationship with him in the first place? You must have felt pity for him, with such a great heart of yours, you must have felt bad for that poor fool and decided to offer him a chance once in his miserable life.

And that idiot did not take the measure of his chance! Taking you for granted, speaking loudly over you, pressing you against his sweaty body all day long, clearly undeserving of you…

But you still looked at him with heart eyes, drinking his words like gospel.

How?

Why?

Thrawn could not tolerate it, he felt love for the very first time he was not going to let you fly away from him that easily, especially for a loser such as him. So he started to take actions, giving you conflicting agendas to make it hard for the both of you to see each other, making one work when the other was sleeping. When he had no choice but to have you both on the bridge at the same time Thrawn made sure to humiliate him as much as possible with a stern expression and impossible questions, slowly but surely your view of your man was tarnished, slowly but surely you started to get disinterested and distanced yourself from him.

His plan was working to perfection.

And during that time, Thrawn worked to place himself in your life as a friend, a comforting presence and a shoulder to put your head on. He let you see parts of him he never revealed to anybody, not even Ar’alani nor Eli, you spend so many sleepless nights chatting on your comlinks and he truly felt your relationship growing more intimate and purposeful. He called you during your leave, innocently asking about your days and your daily routine. He once learned your favorite drinks and at your next shift they miraculously appeared on the menu of the Mess hall. Your little bedroom suddenly changed to a larger one for “suspicion of vermin infestation”, one suspiciously closer to Thrawn quarters and away from the other dumbass. You had full access to Thrawn office for you to take care of the Ysalamiry together, you who love them so much! He keeped showering you with privileges and special moments with him.

Everything was falling into place, as he wished.

Until that idiot had the absolute nerve to ask your hand in marriage on the bridge, in front of everyone else!

A last desperate act to keep you with him, in a sense Thrawn understands him, he would never want to get separated from you, under any circumstances either. But outside the obvious infringement to any rule in place it is a direct attack on his honor and he was ready to send him to a cell for that alone and have him tortured. In secrecy, obviously.

You had the right mind to ask for time, but you didn’t immediately say no either. To Thrawn's horror. With you impressed by the sudden boldness of the fool, all his hard work could go to waste.

So he had to intervene drastically and kill him off. It was quite simple, a land mission, a quick shot at the back of the head, dumping the body in the nearest river after plucking out all his teeth and cutting all his fingers and flying far away, abandoning the corpse to the unchained elements.

Oh you were devastated, in tears for days. Days that you spent in Thrawn’s arms, hugging you tightly to appease your pain and relieve you. He cradled you day and night, slowly infiltrating your daily life, making his presence an evidence.

He knows the kind of cold and imposing aura he gives off so he took care to be as tender and soft as possible, giving you glimpses of his loving, intimate side.

And you were hooked!

Soon after you shared your first kiss. He was caressing your cheek, his gaze traveling to your soft, plump lips and leaned forward to capture them. You froze, surprised, but responded quickly, circling his neck with your arms and opening your mouth for his tongue.

He was in heaven!

Finally!

He had you for himself! To avoid any miscommunications he immediately asked you to go official, you accepted and sealed your vows with another languorous kiss.

Which brings us to today.

He never forced himself on you, going at your pace for your comfort. But that doesn’t mean he can’t initiate actions, so he will seduce you out of your mind and take you to bed this week and he will taste the pleasure of the rut for the first time of his life. He will indulge so much! Keeping you in bed for a full week, breeding you over and over, authorizing you to leave the nests only for the most basic necessities and grabs you back in the sheets immediately.

He will get you addicted to him, to his cock. Absolutely ruining any other man for you. He will make sure you become pregnant, locking you with him forever. You are not a cruel woman to deny your child a father, no matter how horrible he might be.

But he doesn’t have to be horrible to you…

If you stay with him, he will be the most gentle, tender lover you ever met, satisfying you beyond measure.

If you ever look at another person, however…

You will taste his wrath and learn your mistake in pain. But he does it for you both, so you cannot be mad at him, he knows what’s truly good for you and that it is him!

Solely him.

You need no one else in your life. Not even our family, if they ever pose a threat to your happy couple he will cut them off entirely, or kill them altogether if they insist. You do not need them anyway, you will forget them rapidly when he will be plaguing our mind 24/7. Just as you do to him.

He absent-mindedly caresses a pillow of one of the nests. Younger him never knew why Chiss bedrooms were so large and had so many pillows in them. 

For the nests obviously.

Apparently it is quite common for couples to prefer a nest of pillows, plaids and plushies to their bed. And for the first time in his life he understands why.

Oh he cannot wait… 

Embracing you in those soft, fluffy nests and taking you languorously until you cry out of love and exhaustion while he keeps thrusting deep into you. Your cute face in tears and forced into the plushies while you squirt violently around his cock.

He caresses his lips with a deviant smile, oh he’s going to enjoy it so much… Having you completely cock drunk, a babbling mess while he towers over you in full control. Oh that is going to be so sweet…

And you will become pregnant! Let’s not forget that delicious fact.

He cannot wait to see you round with his child, maybe his twins or triplets. He will give you so many children! Chiss have very large families, by blood or association, he is no exception, his instincts scream at him to procreate as much as possible with you.

He wants to meet his children now, having them running around you both all day long… He will find you the perfect house or little cottage to raise them, they will have a swing and a dog and so, so many siblings to play with!

He knows you’re not on the same page considering your relationship. You are such a free spirit, always fluttering around to chances, to opportunities… He actually has the greatest difficulties keeping you chained down to him, you always seem to find a way to escape with a laugh and sparkling eyes, forcing him to sprint after you in hope to catch you. You're teasing him so much! You are his little birdie he desperately wants to cage. And as stimulating as it is for him it is also incredibly frustrating, why won’t you just settle with him? Why make things difficult? He has nothing against using chains and gags but he would like you to be happy at his side, not just a captive. But once pregnant you will do the only respectable thing to do and marry him, because you are so responsible!

Then you will be with him forever.

He also prepared for that, he modified his diet, intensified his training routine and started to take fertility boosters everyday. One morning you stayed to sleep in his suite, you asked him what was that small orange pill he took. He lied to you, pretending it was only vitamins. You would have been so scared, and he doesn’t want to scare you, only to back you into a corner.

You are two different species after all, he cannot let those things to the hazard.

One week ago when he felt the first symptoms of the heat he gulped down twice the dosage, just to be sure…

He used to hate those symptoms, those heat waves and sore muscles, but today he welcomes them with so much pleasure. He also felt growing territorial and possessive. He always tolerated you having friends, he’s not a complete monster, but those last few days? They realized how terrifying he could be with a single glance in their direction. They didn’t even have to speak with you, only standing in your vicinity was enough to send him into a boiling rage! Especially the males! He would appear from out of nowhere, his aura murderous and shooting them with his red gaze and dump them with even more chores and duties, especially on the other side of the Chimaera, far away from you, his darling.

One had the nerve to hug you and Thrawn pushed you into the shower and scrubbed your naked body for a full hour despite your complaints to get rid of his disgusting scent. He couldn’t help it, it was making him gag, smelling another male on you. He laid all night long on you, crushing you in place with his weight, until he could smell only his own musk on you when the morning came.

You didn’t see that friend from then on…

His alarm blares off, signaling him it is time to head to the board rooms where he organized a session with all his superior officers to strategize the next campaign. You’ll be here obviously. He will gorges himself of your scent and presence, boosting him for the rest of the day. 

No, for the whole month!

He walks peacefully towards the board room, back straight and head high when he starts to feel a heat wave approaching. Oh well, he will take a shower later.

He turns a corner and smiles.

You are here, waiting for him, your datapad in hand. You never wait for him at his suite, too visible and he likes his privacy, so you took the habits to wait for him mid-way. 

He doesn’t slow down, letting you adjust to his pace, and your two hands graze for a split second before going back to their places.

“Good morning, Grand Admiral.” You greet with a little smile.

He takes pleasure at seeing your face lightning up when he appears in a room, how your eyes sparkle and your smile grows larger.

“Good morning, Captain.”

“You seem tense. Are you alright?” You ask, raising an eyebrow.

Oh sweet adorable you, you know him so well… And you always take care of him, noticing in one glare that something changed in him, not that he tried to hide it from you. You can see those parts of him, you are allowed.

And those heatwaves are not really comfortable…

“Am I?” He asks with a lopsided grin, “Quite the contrary, I feel full of energy.”

“Really? Good.” You smile gently at him. “We will need it for today!”

You think about the strategies, he thinks about the bed.

“I am sure it will be a productive day.” He slowly nods, approvingly.

“With you it is always a productive day.” You chuckle.

Your scent comes to brush his nose and he deeply inhales, inviting it deep into his lungs. It sets his nerves on fire, electrifying him to his core.

That feels so good…

You reach the board room where everyone else is waiting and take your place. Thrawn starts the holomap and the session can start.

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Everything was going so well.

He was fully focused, mind set on his enemies and strategies, listening to his subordinates when it struck him.

Like a lightning.

All his muscles suddenly violently contracted, chasing all the air out of his lungs. His usually so well organized mind completely froze like stunted. It was so violent he almost lost his balance and collapsed. But he held on,standing firm on his feet.

And now there is only one thing he cares about.

You.

“Everyone… Out.” He says so coldly a shudder spreads through the assistance.

“Sir? Did we do-” One starts to speak to understand this sudden shift of behavior.

“Out!” He shouts.

Everyone scurries outside, it’s the very first time they ever heard him raise his voice and they don’t intend to hear more!

“Captain (F/n), you stay.” He orders harshly.

He feels his cock gorging itself with blood, getting warmer and constricted in his tight pants.

So this is how it truly feels…

The sudden craving, hunger for flesh, that urge commending all his senses and priorities. A desire so powerful his only thought is to breed you immediately, right here and there, like an animal.

You remain still, worried. You look at him, hugging your datapad against your plump breast, well hidden under that stupid green uniform. He wants to tear it all apart, destroying it completely to discover your sweet naked body.

His hard gaze is on those incompetents that still didn’t evacuate the room, he turns towards the young ensigns absolutely terrified, pressing themself at the door to leave as quickly as possible.  

If they don’t go away he will take you in front of them without any shame! 

They must have felt his black gaze on them because they suddenly manage to pass through the door and disappear away from him. 

The door shuts close.

And he now turns towards you.

You are now completely alone with a seemingly pissed off Grand Admiral Thrawn.

You are terrified beyond measure. He never raised his voice. Ever. He looks at you with a dark glare, like he could eat you up in one bite.

You gulp.

He starts to walk towards you, skirting the holomap, dark eyes fixed on you, frowning terribly. You press your datapad closer against you in a soothing manner. Did you do something? Said something? Angered him in some way?

“Thrawn? Is something wrong?” You ask with tremors in the voice.

You hope talking to him would snap him out of him but he keeps walking towards you like a carnivore having cornered a prey.

“Thrawn…” You call again.

In complete silence he seizes your datapad out of your grasp and just breaks it in half like it’s nothing before tossing it aside. You gasp, shocked.

“Thrawn, if I did-”

You have no time to finish your sentence, his large hand comes to grasp your throat and pushes you against the wall where he captures your lips in a demanding kiss.

What the fuck is going on?!

Everything was well, he listened patiently to his colleagues with a little smile and suddenly his eyes widened and he ordered everyone out. And now he is pressing you against the wall to kiss you.

Where is your sweet, tender boyfriend?

He presses his hot large body against yours, more petite in comparison. He squeezes your throat as he forces you to open your lips to let his tongue enter your mouth. He groans in the kiss like a pissed off tiger as his tongue meets and hugs yours.

You feel his erection against your pelvis, he brushes your groins together, leaving no doubt in your mind about what’s going to happen next. You moan pitifully, feeling a mixture of terror and excitement, feeling your southern muscles contract in response.

He suddenly grabs the back of your neck and pushes you unceremoniously against the console of the holomap, you’re bent over the metallic structure with your respiration cutted. You have no time to register what he just did, he is behind you, towering over your figure and gripping the fabric of your pants and violently pulling them. You hear the sound of teared off fabric.

“Thrawn!” You shout indignant. “What the hell?!”

He pulls on your sweet panties.

He childishly hoped you would not be wearing any undergarments, like a naughty girl, but opening you like a present is also nice. 

You try to rise up but are immediately pushed back down with his hand on the back of your neck.

“Do. Not. Move.” He orders with a chilling tone inviting zero resistance.

So you remain bent over, immobile, feeling the cold air hitting your exposed pussy. You gulp, throat dry, devoured by anxiety.

And anticipation…

You suddenly feel his wet tongue parting your folds. You grip the metal for dear life as he starts eating you out voraciously, like a starved animal. 

“Oh my god, Thrawn…” You gasp, out of your mind.

He locates your clit and starts teasing it with sweet laps, circling it, gliding across it. He moans loudly to excite you further and you start feeling your slick leaking out of your pussy to roll on your thighs. He takes your clit in his mouth and sucks on it avidly, like a lollipop, making it roll between his lips and titillating it with the tip of his warm tongue.

Where did he learned to eat out women so well?

He, himself, doesn’t know. He just acts on instincts right now and they are telling him to devour your sweet pussy first.

You press your hand on your mouth and immediately feel him bite the tender flesh of your thigh.

“I forbid you to remain silent.”

And to prove his point he takes a big, sloppy lap with the flat of his tongue from your clit to your perineum. You can’t help but moan in response, your legs starting to tremble under his care.

“You are getting so wet.Good.” He praises you but the tone is dark and… dangerous.

He parts your pussylips with two fingers and probs your entrance with his tongue, drinking your slick loudly.

“Ah! Thrawn…” You choke on your words.

“What is it darling? No man ever honored you this way? Such a shame.” He tuts.

He grabs your butt with his two hands and penetrates you with his long, warm tongue. You can feel it waves inside you, grazing your sweet spot so deliciously, he circles it and glides across it with the tip of his tongue.

Gosh, he wants to take you right now but you could never take his size without any preparation. And he has always been curious about your pussy’s taste, and despite his urges it seemed like a good choice to him. His instincts are always right.

And your sweet gasps go straight to his dick, he is getting so painfully hard just hearing and tasting you. This is so addictive. He suddenly understands all those couples he used to look at with disdain.

This is just so… Right!

He is not eating you out gently, but like a starved animal who just found a juicy piece of meat. He growls and purrs, satisfied by your tremors and quivers under his touch. 

This is how you should be with him all the time, a good girl for him to play all day long, a little bit fearful and dripping wet.

He expertly opens his trouser to free his erection and starts pumping it in rhythm with your sweet mewls. You are like a little bird who sang for him the sweetest melodies. 

He have no idea if you ever squirted in your life but this is now his mission, you are not leaving his embrace until you squirted for him, no matter how many tries it takes, how many hours he will have to fuck you, you’re going to do it. For him. For his pleasure.

He slurps down your essence loudly, satisfied with your taste. This is quite savory, you’re about to become his new favorite dish! 

“How does it feel?” He teases between sips, “Do you like it?”

You, on your end, just cannot respond. The only sounds passing your lips right now are desperate moans as he eats you out conscientiously. Your brain is freezed in a fight or flight response. 

“My little bird does not wish to sing to me?” He growls.

And he slaps your pussy with his palm. You shake with a groan of pain and pleasure.

“Ah! It… I’ve never done that…” You confess, panting.

Good.

Your pussy will only know his lips and no one else. Only him will make you feel this good.

“Vocalize your pleasure louder. I want the whole Chimaera to know who’s making you feel this good.”

He laughs at himself internally. Him who gave you specific hours to meet him, who refused to visit you to your cabin to not be seen, who took care of hiding your scandalous affair to anyone else is ready to throw everything through the window if it means everyone knows you belong to him and him only right now!

The rut is truly something else.

“Thrawn!” You call for him when he resumes tonguefucking you.

But he can’t help it, you just taste so good. He will eat you out every morning from now on, who cares if someone saw you come and go out of his quarters now?

Not him, not anymore.

You come really hard, so much you feel your pussy spurting something in his face with great force. Whatever it was, his purr gets way deeper. He reached his goal and you delivered splendidly! He licks his lips clean of your essence, feeling it beading from his chin.

That was even better than he anticipated, the little jump his heart did when you squirted in his mouth like if he was a young child being offered candy!

You try to catch your breath, still bent over the console, shaken by that orgasm. When was the last time you orgasmed like that? Have you ever?

“Oh thank the Maker it’s over…” you pant.

“Over?” You hear a dark chuckle freezing you down your core, “Oh sweet thing. This is only the beginning.”  

You feel his erection pressed against your spasming pussy, coating his shaft with your release. He feels… Large. Really large. Not that you are really surprised given his size, of course his penis would be as large as him. What you cannot determine however is his length.

You bite your lips in anticipation.

You feel his tip probing your entrance, before feeling him pushing it inside.

Oh dear gods! He is so massive! Your inner muscles work to welcome his size inside of you but you feel him splitting you up in two.

Your mouth opens in a perfect O trying to accommodate his size, that’s a real challenge! 

“Your little pussy struggles to take me, and I am not halfway through.” He sadistically notes.

He’s not halfway through?!

No way! How are you…? How could you…?

“Stop struggling.” He orders, “I feel you clenching all around my cock, if you do not want me ramming into you immediately it is best you relax.”

“I’m-I’m trying!” You complain.

He keeps pushing inside, filling you more and more, reaching depths you didn’t even know you had. 

“Relax, Cha’cah. Breath.” He talks you through it with a softer tone like he is pitying you. “We are almost there.”

You feel his ridges brushing your inner walls, you feel his cocks having some sort of scales made of somewhat hard flesh but they caress your soft flesh so deliciously…  You gasp, breathless when you feel his tip brushing your cervix deep inside you.

Such a curious sensation, none of your partners managed to do it without folding both of your bodies in weird angles, but Thrawn reaches it without any difficulties.

Finally… You feel his hips brushing your butt, he is fully in. And that’s a feat!

“You squeeze me so much, my darling.” He says in a gasp, “You were tailor made for my cock.”

“I feel so stuffed!” You manage to let out while you try to take back your breath.

Having his complete length inside you just chased all the air out of your lungs and your little pussy stretched to its maximum. If you were on your back and not your stomach you would see a bulge, that’s for sure.

“Well, thank you, my darling.” He darkly chuckles, “And this is all for you. Only for you. Now relax.”

And without leaving you anytime to adjust to his size he starts thrusting inside you. Deep, hard thrusts that punch air out of our lungs each time and threaten to knock you over the console. You feel his hips hitting your pussy harshly like a bull, assaulting your poor body.

“Oh Maker! Thrawn, slow down! Please!” You choke on your own words.

He rocks you so hard you almost bite your tongue at each back and forth movement. He fucks you roughly, without regards for your comfort on that sturdy console. You feel your poor pussy trying to take him ramming his whole length into you, a good thing he made you come before that, your release helps him slip inside easily but doesn’t help his massive size problem.

“I will not slow down.” He annonce, deaf to your cries, “You can take it, I know it. You can take anything I give.”

He grips your arms and holds them firmly with one hand on your back while the other holds your hip, preventing you from falling forward. 

He fucks you as voraciously as he ate you out, gluttonously and harshly. He keeps his merciless pace as you try desperately to conserve some dignity as you feel him fucking your brain out. You feel your pleasure growing, not softly and nicely but like a furious wave growing like a tsunami under his brutal rhythm. So much that a bit of drool starts dripping out of your mouth.

His tip hits your cervix relentlessly and his ridges scratch the inside of your pussy savagely, scratching every sweet spot at once and making you see hyperspace behind your eyelids.

“Blast!” You shout.

“What foul language, my darling. Should I also fuck your mouth to teach you manners?”

His hand holding your hip sneaks under your stomach to reach your nervous clit, pulsating with your heartbeat. He starts rolling it between his fingers while he rams into you like an animal. He pounds into you like it is his last day alive and you can’t do anything but take it, like a toy for him to play with. You can do so little you are barely more than a fuckdoll for him.

He is torn on his end.

On one hand this is so pleasurable, so fantastic, it sends him in such spirals of pleasure and heightens all his senses in such fashion! He gorges himself on your scent, of your pathetic moans of the wet sounds of your little pussy…It drives him so crazy, he wonders if he could ever slip out of you.

He would surely die if he ever did that.

And on the other end he hoped to take you nicely and languorously during hours on end for days, helping you reach new heights of pleasure and taking care of you romantically, not take you like a monster. Him who used to treat you so tenderly in each and every fashion like the fragile porcelain doll you are…

But this rut…

This is something so strong, so unstoppable and unfightable.

It took him by complete surprise, robbing him of his control.

But for once in his life he decides that is not so bad…

He gasps as he feels your small pussy clenching around his large girth. You strangle him so, so well, just the right size for him to enter and squeeze him deliciously. You truly are made for him and his cock.

And absolutely no one else!

He hopes you would be able to forgive him for fucking you in such a way! You deserve to be worshiped and idolized like a goddess all night long, and he had the firm attention to pamper and venerate you like his personal Empress, like the slave to your grandeur that he is… He will make it up to you! He will spend the next hours adoring you for you to pardon him for his transgression!

You feel your pussy clenching more and more under the growing waves spreading in your veins, setting fire to each nerve ending until you scream Thrawn’s name out loud.

It was completely unprompted, it escaped you while you tried to gasp for air but your orgasm crashed on you so suddenly it took you by surprise. The tsunami reached the shore and is devastating everything in its wake. 

“Keep screaming, cheo Cha’cah. I want everyone to know who is fucking you this good.”

You convulsing around him pushes him beyond pleasure and he comes inside you without your consent after three more deep thrusts, he buries himself deep, spurting his seed in your most secret place. He feels your entire body tensing then slump, like all your strength escaped your organism with a “oof.”

He gently caresses the cheeks of your butt with his large warm hands as he catches his breath, still deep inside. He slips his disheveled strands of hair back on his head and opens his jacket to get rid of his now sweaty shirt.

This is a really nice physical exercise! Far more enjoyable than those repetitive and boring reps. It could become his new routine! He always has been more than serious with his training, but he would look up to this new exercise each day, he would partake with so much enthusiasm!

You surely would not object! He would give you so much pleasure each and every day…

He slips out of you and makes you roll on your back. You are still catching your breath while he has already recovered. Humans are no match for Chiss stamina after all. He growls as he sees his semen oozing out of you. 

You are already wasting it!

He collects it with his fingers and pushes it back inside, penetrating your sex with his slender digits. He sees you shaking with this simple touch, you are still so sensitive after all… He cleans you with his fingers, fingering it back inside your greedy womb that tries to retain him inside. He grins lightly. Your body doesn’t seem satisfied with two orgasms and seems to already call for him and his skillful talents again. 

You, on the other hand, seem exhausted.

He enters you again, localizing your G-spot easily and starts brushing it eagerly. You mewl tiredly in response but your body answer is undeniably positive, your pussy stretches enthusiastically, dripping wet, and your legs spasm each time he scratches your spot with the pad of his fingers. 

“Thrawn…” You try to call, your hand lazily raising to grab his arm and stop him.

But you have no energy left and let your hand fall back to your side. He keeps fingering you, enjoying the ungodly wet noises of your pussy, stuffed with his white cum.

One won’t be enough.

You need to do it again. Over and over again, until your cute tummy is completely bloated with his semen. 

Then, and only then, he will consider he did a sufficient job.

He pushes a third finger inside and you whimper, like sweet music, he scissors you thoroughly admiring your entrance gaping around his fingers. He can’t believe such a little pussy could take him so well, he actually thought you would not and break under him. But you did. And quite well, considering it.

You gave him so much pleasure already, choking his shaft so lusciously, hugging his form so perfectly he felt like he could mold your insides for his specific shape, ensuring that any potential rival is terribly disappointing to you.

But there will be no potential rival. In any shape or form.

“Thrawn…” You pitifully call again, your chest rising up and down as you breathe.

“Is there a problem, cheo Cha’cah? Are you in pain?” He investigates, just to be sure.

He is not a monster after all.

“No… No but-” You throw your head back with pleasure as he accelerates his ministrations. “Ah!”

You’re in no pain, that’s all he wanted to know.

“Let it happen, my darling. There is no use fighting it, let me take care of everything.” He charms you with his enthralling deep, melodious voice.

He circles and crosses your G-spot, rubbing it roughly while adding pressure with a hand on your venus mound, earning sobs and moans from your part. He adds pressure on your clit with his thumb, gliding across it and flicking it, feeling you dripping off his hand as he hooks you from inside. He accelerates his care, stretching your pussy good as you tremble under his hand, knuckles deep, curling and spreading them, making his fingers twirl to caress any inner surfaces of your pussy. He then resumes fingering you mercilessly until you cry your eyes out, big tears rolling down as your pussy spasms around his soaked digits.

You come again, shuddering dramatically. While you try to catch your breath again, Thrawn lowers himself to the level of your pussy to make sure all of his potent semen was inside, where it should be. He traces your pussylips with his fingers, utterly fascinated by that jewel of nature.

He kisses your slit with reverence and raises back on his feet.

He looms over you and opens your green jacket and pulls your shirt over your bra. He takes out his hidden vibroblade and cuts it open, revealing your breast to his eyes. He feels his own eyes rounding up as he discovers them in plain sight, your nipples standing up to attention as the cold bites them.

Your boobs are just to his taste, just how he likes them.

He grabs them in his large hand and kneads them good, rolling your nipples between his fingers. He leans forward and takes one in his mouth, sucking on it.

Soon when he will do that again he will taste your milk. He will drink from your tits when they get heavy with milk. He cannot wait…

He kisses it and takes the other one in his mouth, licking across the soft skin, peppered it with soft kisses as you sobs, cheeks soaked, your hand coming to caress his hair.

He stands back straight, slicking his hair back, letting sweat roll on his gorgeous body, his deep blue skin glistening with all the flickering signals of the board room. His red eyes shine hungrily in the low light of the room, fixated on your form under him.

He pumps his cock one or two times, hardening already again and pushes it back inside, your essence acting up as lube. He watches fascinated how his penis disappears inside your body, a creamy O at his base. 

The bulge is consequent and he can’t help a dark snicker. You are going to be gorgeous, all round with his child…

He resumes his hard thrusting, gripping your hips harshly, digging his nails in your soft flesh to keep you in place. He watches your boobs bobbing up and down, hypnotized. You whimper, tears rolling down your cheeks as all of this is way too much for you. You’re oversensitive and he keeps the pleasure rolling longer and farther, teasing your nerves until you broke down completely.

But he wants more.

He broke down your sentiments but he wants to break down your mind, utterly destroying it. He wants you dumb and cockdrunk, stuffed with his seed like the good girl he knows you are. So he keeps burying his girth deep in you, brushing your G-spot with the edges of his ridges 

He needs to give you more loads or you’ll never get pregnant! 

What if the pills he took were not enough? He worries at the back of his mind. What if nothing was enough and you’ll never get pregnant? What if your two species are ultimately incompatible?

He pushes these thoughts back.

Of course he’s going to get you pregnant. He is the Grand Admiral Thrawn, a warrior, a Chiss. Nothing is impossible to him.

He would not allow any other results.

He rocks his hips into yours, reveling in the pleasure you are giving him, he undulates his body with delight meeting your dripping sex, the sounds of flesh hitting flesh echoing in the large room. He chases both of your releases while you fully tremble underneath him, he seizes your thighs with his large hands and spreads them wide open, throwing your legs on his shoulders, allowing him to deepen his thrusts.

Oh that is just so good…

He hoped his first time would have been romantic and sweet. He still has a heart full of love and devotion after all, he thought that after a date at a museum he would have treated you to a nice dinner before carrying you to the bed and honor you all night long. But instead he is ramming into you like a beast, in the middle of his boardroom on his ship for all his crew to hear, trying to break you in a million pieces under him.

You truly never know what life has in store for you.

In all honesty, he didn’t know it would go so well. He is not young anymore and he feared entering you for the first time would have him come undone right here and there, and it almost happened! He had to collect all his will to not explode inside of you just by entering you. His honor would have never recovered if he came before satisfying his darling first!

What kind of man would he be then? One that only chases his own pleasure like a self centered jerk? He likes to think of himself as above that.

Granted, you are in this situation because he couldn’t help but chase his own release, but that is completely beside the point!

He circles his hips to vary the sensations and you bite into your lips in response.

“What did I say about silencing yourself?” He scolds you, growling.

He seizes your jaw, pressing your cheeks like a fish and leans forward dangerously, shooting you with his feverish gaze. You look so silly like that.

“This is the last time I warn you, understood?” He demands with a dark tone.

You can only nod with your silly expression, eyes round with surprise and submission. That looks good on you. He leans further to lick your cheek as he rocks his hips realizing you soiled it with your drool smeared all over your jaw. Did you lose all control, He wonders snickering?

He captures your lips for a messy kiss, tongue dancing and drool exchanged. You whine, having your air robbed out of you and he accentuates his thrusts to have you reach higher notes. He lays fully on you, taking you in his arms to hug you tight, his thrusts are still mean and hard, hurting your pelvis with his raw strength. 

“Focus on kissing me, sweet thing.” He orders, between little kisses all over your jaw.

He feels you drooling on yourself as your lips meet again, that amuses him tremendously. He moans in the kisses, burying himself to the hilt as your pussy swallows him whole like it should.

His heart is singing. Is it what true bliss feels like? Being one with your other half…

He licks your lips as you roll your eyes inside your skull, too lost in the pleasure he gives you. He keeps bullying his length into you, embracing you with his long arms, he sneaks his hand under your shirt on your back and buries his nose in the crook of your neck to inhale your musk. His heart flutters, pumping his blood at 100 miles per hour. It has been so long since he felt excitement like that, such pure joy, having you close like that, sharing such an intimate and vulnerable moment with you. He brushes the tip of his nose on your neck, purring deeply while you keep whimpering in his ears, arms circled around his large form and legs circled around his waist, keeping him deep buried in your puffy pussy.

You long stopped trying to formulate sentences, your brain is too fried for you to speak proper Basic, instead just letting broken mewls escape you. But that is as good for him, that is a testimony of the overwhelming pleasure he is giving you and he revels in it with pride.

Your inner walls are all gorged with blood, fluffy and soft for his cock, your pussy is clenching almost painfully around him and your clit is pulsating furiously, begging for attention. You snake one hand between your two bodies to caress it, prompting Thrawn to look down at what you were doing.

“Sorry, my darling. You invaded all of my mind and I lost track of things.”He apologizes.

One of his large hands follows yours and starts to tease your bundle of nerves instead of your more petite hand.

What kind of idiot is he? How dare he lose himself so much to stop paying attention to your needs? He chastises himself.

He thoroughly rolls and presses your clit between his fingers as he undulates his hips with the energy of a beast. He resumes kissing you, feeling so light, like all his pressure and problems just vanished in your presence. He hugs your tongue with his, dancing with it, robbing you of your breath.

You feel the waves of pleasure spreading through your veins and your pussy, making it convulsing ferociously and you come for the fourth time, screaming Thrawn name.

Once again, your orgasm pushes his and he comes deep inside your womb for a second time. 

This time you notice.

“You came inside?” You ask breathlessly, visibly worried, “I’m not on the pill!” You warn.

Of course he knows it already.

“Oh my.” He responds with a lopsided grin, caressing the bulge made by his shaft with his warm hand, “Then we will have no other choice but to take care of a little one.”

Abortion is out of the question. He is a firm defender of this right for women, of course, but for you? With his child? Out of the question. He will not even entertain the idea.

“What? … Are you sure?” You ask dumbfounded, “Is it not-”

“I will take my responsibilities with you and the kid, do not worry about anything.” He puts his forehead against yours, red eyes buried in yours. “I will not disappear  and leave you alone.”

“It’s not what… I wasn’t accusing you of-”

“Everything will be alright. We will be together.” He embraces you tight. “You need not to worry.”

He cradles you gently, hearing your shallow, rapid breaths. He sighs, satisfied.

Well, not completely. Two is still not enough. He starts a back and forth movement again, but this time slow, gentle, loving, languorous…

“You are not tired yet?” You ask incredulously, at the end of your own rope.

“No.” He brushes his nose with yours, “I told you earlier I was full of energy today…”

He holds your cheeks in his hands, forehead against forehead, purring gently and deeply.

This.

This is true bliss. True happiness. You and him, locked together forever. Legacies tied in reputation and now blood.

“What will I do for my career if I get pregnant?” You start to worry.

He fights the urge to sigh, why won’t you drop the subject? Or better yet, why don’t you see it as the absolute marvelous good news for your couple as he does?

“You will not lose anything. I will keep you at my side whatever might happen. Like I said…” He looks into your eyes with the most serious expression you ever saw on his face and… Some underlying hunger and jealousy, “... Do not worry about anything.”

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