#please don't fucking flop I am begging you

[solo-wing-alex]

Fucking Freedom Wars?

On PC and consoles?

And was that an English dub tease at the end?

Say, can we have Gravity Rush and Soul Sacrifice while we're at it?

[southerngothicchic]

18+

Steve's always had a bit of an ego, especially during sex. He wants to hear just how good he's making his girl feel. He's used to being with vocal partners, so when you and him had sex, for the first time, he was taken aback by how quiet you were. He was so used to girls moaning in his ear, their nails clawing his back, only to have you barely making a sound.

He didn't want to say anything, at first, because he wanted you to feel comfortable with him. After the next few times, though, he couldn't help himself. Old insecurities plagued him, making him think you weren't that into him. That thought crushed him, as you were the first girl in forever that he's actually felt something for.

"How's it feel, angel?" He breathily asks, as he slowly fucks you.

You didn't respond, at first, biting your lip at his question.

"C'mon honey, I need to know if you're ok," he adds, gazing down at you.

"I am," you finally reply.

"I can stop if you want..."

"No, please don't," you plead. "I'm sorry, I'm just not-"

"Hey," he softly interrupts, his hand cradling your face. "You don't need to apologize for anything. I just wanna hear those pretty sounds you make just for me."

You smile up at him, before he leans in to kiss you.

"Will you let me hear you, angel?" He asks, against your lips.

You nod, still timid, unsure if you'll be able to do what he wants.

He presses his lips to yours once more and kisses you slowly. You feel yourself melting into him, or rather him melting into you.

He starts moving his hips again, but doesn't break the kiss. You whimper into it as his thrusts are faster now.

"That's it honey," he praises, pulling away so he can hear you.

"S-Steve..." you gasp, your hands moving from his hair, to his shoulders.

"Feeling good?"

You nod, then force yourself to say, "Yes..."

"Yeah? What if I fuck you nice and hard?" He breathlessly asks, his hair flopping onto his sweaty forehead.

You moan in response, making him smirk.

"Still good, honey?"

"Yes, God..." you breathe, closing your eyes and throwing your head back against the pillow.

"You feel so fuckin good, so wet...always so wet for me," he pants, while you bite your lip.

The sounds of his grunts and moans fill the room as he chases his release. Little whimpers escape your lips, but you're not being as loud as he wants.

"If I don't hear you honey, I'm gonna pull out..." he breathily threatens. "Is that what you want?"

"No, no, Steve, please..." you beg, your hands gripping his biceps.

"Then I wanna hear you scream for me," he breathes, before kissing you roughly.

You moan into it, your nails digging into his skin, as he fucks you. He pulls away, his focus turning to your neck. You cry his name when he sinks his teeth into your shoulder.

"That's better," he praises, against your damp skin.

With the way his hips are snapping against yours and how deep he was with every harsh thrust, you finally gave him what he craved.

His name pours from your lips, throat almost sore from how you scream for him.

"Oh, honey...fuck," he rasps, burying his face in your neck.

You repeatedly sigh his name, making him growl in approval.

He then moans your name into your skin as he's finally sent over the edge. His climax leads to yours, as you're crying for him, all over again.

Once you each regain yourselves, he presses kisses all over your face, praising you for being his pretty, perfect girl.

"You did so good for me, angel," he smiles, his nose brushing yours.

You also smile, your cheeks turning a deeper shade of crimson from his praise.

"You always wanna be my good, little angel, don't you?"

"I do," you eagerly answer, gazing into his eyes.

"That's my girl," he grins, before kissing you deeply.

[squippy360]

Hi. Is it alright for incubus reader x stucky nsfw 😊

Steve Rogers x Incubus!Male reader x Bucky Barnes

(CW: Tentacles, overstimulation, piss kink(???), based off this, :D)

"Buck…? Please come to bed." Steve softly called out. Bucky had just come out of the shower and was quietly rummaging around the room to get ready for bed, waking Steve up in the process. "Don't worry, Stevie. I'll be there soon. Give me a minute." Bucky's gruff yet gentle whispered to him. Steve whined and flopped back down. Soon after that, he felt the bed move slightly as Bucky crawled into the bed with Steve. 

Steve smiled and let Bucky lean into his arms. He cuddled him close and petted his hair softly. 

"Good night, My love." Bucky whispered before sleep took us.

____________________

A hand reached out and touched Steve's face, stroking his thumb against his cheek softly. Steven stirred and whined out Bucky's name.

"Wake up, baby~ C'mon, let me see those pretty blue eyes." The voice whispered in Steve's ear. Both males let out a groan and slowly opened their eyes, looking around for the source of the noise. 

"Right here, my pretty little boys~" The deep, sickly sweet voice sent a shiver down their spines like thick honey was being poured down their back.

"M-M/n? What are you doing here? We thought you left to travel for your job?" Bucky mumbled. 

"I'm done already and came back to see my pretty little boys~ I could practically feel your neediness from all the way across the world." You smirked and slowly pulled the blanket down. Their eyes became cloudy and desperate as they squirmed under your gaze. Tentacles slithered out of your back and slowly slithered closer to them, tugging and ripping their clothes off to reveal their flushed body. 

"I know why guys like you tend to specifically ask for me. You’re curious about my talents aren’t you?" You growled deeply at them. They whined as you pinned their arms away from their body. You chuckled at their embarrassment. 

"Aw, don't be shy about it. You want to know what it would feel like to be fucked by several tentacles simultaneously don’t you? We've done it before but not with both of you present." You smirked maliciously as their clocks twitched against their stomach. "Please…!" They whined, embarrassed and red-faced.

"You can say my tongue counts as one of my tentacles… It’s long and slippery like one haha… Mmmf… Oh you want me to slide my tongue down your throat do you? Well who am I to say no to that, hmm?" Your tentacle held Bucky's face as you roughly kissed him back, your tongue fucking his throat as he squirmed and moaned. "Oof you’re choking on it a bit. Surely you can take it further than that can’t you? Mmm your tight little throat is spasming around my tongue… That feels so good." You groaned in his ear. 

Steve watched with wide eyes as the tentacles groped and stroked his most sensitive spots. He let out a high pitched moan as the tentacles brushed over his nipples. "Oh- M/n! Don't…ngh…pinch them! They're too sensitive- M/n!" Steve moaned mindlessly. You teased Bucky with your tongue, your hands moving down to his pecs and squeezing them. You pulled away from the kiss, smirking at the man's red face. 

"Please! Put it in already! I can't…" Bucky begged, his pleas slowly defending into desperate sobs as the tentacles edged him further. "Such pretty little pets~" You spoke, pulling them further into your lustful trance. 

"Since you've been so good, I'll be sure to fuck you til you pass out~" You grinned and the tentacles quickly made their way south and penetrated both of their bodies. 

They arch their backs simultaneously and cried out, their cheeks tear-stained and wet. "YES! YES!" They sobbed loudly. You kicked your pants off and pulled Steve's hips close to you. You gripped the back of his thighs and pushed your cock in with the tentacles. "Oh fuck…" You groaned.  

Steve's eyes rolled back and more pleasure tears ran down his face. "M/n~ M/n~ M/n- Mph!" Steve moaned out before a tentacle was forced down his throat. He sucked on it softly as it moved in and out of his mouth. Bucky released auffled yelp as he was lifted off the ground by the tentacles and suspended in the air. 

He was fully exposed and vulnerable as the tentacles buried themselves deeper into Bucky's insides. Tentacle suckers wrapped themselves around his nipples and cock, shocking softly. "OHHHHHHH NNNNGHHHH!" Bucky cried out and came. You licked your lips. "So fucking tasty." You grinned and rammed harder into Steve. His tummy was covered in cum and other liquids he couldn't hold. Tears dampened the sheets under both of them. Nothing but whimpers and whines escaped Steve's lips. "N-No…can't…no more…" He cried desperately. 

His eyes rolled back a final time as he shuddered and dry orgasmed before passing out. Bucky moaned helplessly, begging to be let go. You gently placed him on the bed and removed all the tentacles and pulled out of Steve. They both curled up into each other, sweaty and tired. You cooed at them softly and quickly cleaned them up with a rag before snapping my fingers to change the sheets under them. 

You curled up to both of them, not tired enough to sleep and instead just settled on petting their hair and holding them comfortably close. 

(Next up: uhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh-)

[l1tw1ck]

Belphegor's Favorite

[Event] Bottom FTM Belphegor x Top Masc Reader

↳ [Mammon] ↳ [Levi] ↳ [Beel] ↳ [Asmo] ↳ [Satan] ↳ [Luci]

CW: Obsession, Begging, Oral/Face Fucking, Cum Swallowing

To be so obsessed with a human is certainly out of his nature, but he can't help himself. How are you, a human, so perfect? So divine? He'll never understand it, all he can do is worship you. He looks forward to the few times you come up to the attic, wishing that stupid demon Lucifer hadn't locked him up

"Don't go- please!" Belphie pleads, holding onto your body. "I'll do anything! Just stay a little longer!" He feels out of his mind, he's never been the type to act like this especially to a human but if it's you, he'll do anything even if it's taxing. He'd overcome his laziness if you needed him to. "Anything?" You repeat. Belphie nods desperately. "Kneel." You order and Belphie falls to his knees within seconds. You pull your pants and boxers down, your hardened cock flopping out. His begging turned you on. Belphie stares at your girthy length in awe, he wants to worship it.

"Beg for this, for my cock and I'll stay longer." You brush his hair to the side, showing both of his eyes. "Please- I- please give me your cock, [Name], I wanna suck your cock, please please-! I want it in- in my mouth-" Tears sprout in his eyes from embarrassment, but he'd do anything to please you. "I need it! Please let me suck it, I need your cock, [Name]!" He continues. "Good boy." You laugh, teasing your cock against his lips. He immediately opens his mouth, taking your cock inside it. His jaw stretches to properly take it, the pain being nothing compared to the pleasure of having your cock down his throat. He sloppily sucks you off, tears threatening to fall as he struggles to do it. He tries his best, his inexperience failing to make you feel good though.

You scoff. "A great demon like you should know how to suck cock." You grip the back of his hair and fuck his face. Belphegor rolls his eyes back in pleasure as you use his mouth as a mere hole, humping the palm of his hand. "You look so pathetic right now." You grin, watching as tears of pleasure fall down his cheeks. Belphie moans along your shaft, humping his hand faster and faster, indicating how close he is to an orgasm. "I never thought I'd see a demon, who hates humans, get so excited from sucking a human's cock!" Your laugh causes shivers to run down his spine. "Maybe you're just a slut, you don't care who or what they are, as long as you get their cock you're happy. Am I wrong?" You let go of his hair, allowing him to defend himself.

"No! I- I only want yours! I only want your cock!" He shakes his head furiously. "I believe you." You begin to jerk yourself off to completion. Belphie looks at you, clearly upset about something. "Please let me swallow it! I wa- wanna swallow your cum-" He lightly scratches your thighs. You grab his hair and graciously allow him to suck you off again. Belphie quickly gets to work, just as sloppy as before but you're already so close it doesn't matter. Belphegor rolls his eyes back as you pump your load down his throat, feeling euphoric from it.

He doesn't pull away until he's sure he's got everything, he sucked on your length like a vacuum to make sure there's nothing left. He looks at you with a cute expression. "Maybe I'll try out your other hole next time." You wink.

[thebisexualdogdad]

Buggy the clown x male reader. Buggy’s being difficult and annoying so he loses sex privileges. So we take his dick. “Mine now.”

Buggy x Male!reader - Detached

"But Y/N I don't want to have dinner with your friends," Buggy huffs, standing completely naked in front of you with a nice suit laid out on the bed in the room you two had been staying in.

The crew had traveled back to syrup village so Usopp could see Kaya and all you had asked Buggy to do was wear one of the suits from the wardrobe she so graciously offered you guys but he was being as stubborn and difficult as ever.

"Don't you want to dress up nice just for a night?" You ask, crossing your arms over your chest to show him you were upset with him.

"The suit isn't the problem, well it sort of is the boys have no room to breathe in that thing," he says gesturing to his junk, "but haven't I tolerated your friends enough? I've been stuck on a boat with them for three months and I haven't killed any of them yet."

"Buggy if you and me are going to work you have to try to actually like my friends not just tolerate them," you state.

"But they are so annoying," he says dramatically, "and do I need to remind you they kept my head in a bag!"

"Fine," you say, grabbing his exposed dick right off his body thanks to his separation powers, "this is mine now."

"Y/N!!" Buggy shouts looking down at where his dick is supposed to be and then back up to your hand where it currently is, "give it back!"

"Nope, you aren't getting this or sex again until you promise you will try to get along with my friends."

Even detached from his body his dick was reacting to your touch and started to stiffen in your hand.

"Dammit why am I getting turned on by this," he mumbles, "fine, fine I will be nice to your friends."

"I don't know if I believe you," you say just to mess with him.

"I will, I will I promise, now please give me my dick back," he pleads.

Buggy's dick is only growing harder and it gives you an idea, an idea that you know Buggy would absolutely enjoy.

"Actually, I've thought of something better to do before dinner," you smirk, raising his dick to your mouth and popping the tip between your lips.

Buggy groans, fully feeling what you are doing to him.

He's staring at you in awe, wanting to touch himself but that part of him is already preoccupied.

You release his dick from your lips with a pop and set it upright on the bed next to the suit, "I want to see you fuck yourself Bug."

He nods excitedly, crawling onto the bed and situating himself above his own dick, letting you guide it inside him.

"Oh god," he moans when he bottoms out.

"Does that feel good? Your own dick inside you?" You ask.

Buggy can't get any words out, only sounds of pleasure filling the room answering your question.

"Better get moving, dinner starts in twenty minutes," you tell him, standing back and watching him begin to bounce on his dick.

He's moaning loudly at the feeling of getting fucked by his own dick, why did he never think to do this before?

You undo the buttons of the slacks you had chosen to wear to dinner and he groans when he sees your own hard dick peeking through the top of your underwear.

"Please let me suck you off," he begs, still bouncing steadily.

You lower the band of your underwear, your dick flopping out so you can stroke yourself.

"You want to suck me off?" You ask, stepping closer to buggy but just out of his reach.

"Please, please baby I swear I'll behave, I'll wear the suit, I'll do whatever you want just let me suck you off while I ride my dick," he says, reaching out for you.

"Well since you asked so nicely," you chuckle, letting Buggy grab your waist and pull you close enough for him to eagerly take your dick in his mouth.

It's sloppy as he's riding himself but damn does it feel good with his moans reverberating through your body.

He grabs your ass, pushing you towards him even closer so he chokes on your dick, gagging but loving every second of it.

"Good boy Buggy," you say, playing with his blue hair and he expertly bobs his head letting the tip hit the back of his throat repeatedly.

He's so close, he can feel himself reaching the edge but he holds off knowing how amazing it would be to feel you cum in his throat at the same time he cums in himself.

And he's right.

After a few more blissful minutes of sucking you off you're shooting cum directly down his throat which takes him over the edge as he fills his own ass with his cum.

His eyes are glazed in a post cum euphoria when you pull your dick out of his mouth, cum dribbling down his chin and a smile on his face.

He slowly stops riding himself, raising his hips so his cum covered dick can fly back to where it's supposed to be and he collapses onto the mattress.

"That was the most amazing thing I've ever experienced," he says, chest heaving with his dick still twitching.

"I'm glad you had fun," you laugh, stuffing your dick back in your pants, "now hurry up and get dressed, we have to be downstairs in two minutes.

"Okay, okay," he says lazily rolling off the bed, "but we gotta do that again sometime."

You hand him the suit and grin, "if you keep your promise maybe next time we'll see if you can take my dick and your own dick at the same time."

His jaw drops at just the thought of it, "you are a fucking genuis."

"Thanks baby but seriously put that damn suit on I'm hungry and don't want to miss appetizers."

[melanincholysworld]

Lucci x Reader

Leopard's Prey

(Nothing too extreme. Just some slight furry and monster fucking) I'm sorry this is so long. (Like his dick ⬇️ 🤪)

Lucci had you sit on the bed. You were so nervous. What kind of things was he into? Choking? Slapping? Degradation? It made you so afraid. Lucci noticed how nervous you were. He had Hattori fly out of the room for some private time. He sat next to you, stroking your cheek. "_____", he said. You jumped, "y-yes?" He smiled, reassuring. "I understand that you're afraid. But you don't have to be scared of me. While I am a violent man, I am perfectly capable of being a gentle lover." He kissed your cheek while at the same time pushing you onto the bed. Lucci took off his shirt. He had such a nice body. The sight of him like this made your pussy quiver. The dress you on was taken off by him, followed by your bra. "Lucci...please don't stare at me like that." "Why? Are you embarrassed? Being half naked in my bed?"

He plays with your breasts. "So soft." He says massaging them with his massive hands. You shivering at his touch. He suddenly stops. Lucci takes off your panties, he pulled you down towards to center of the bed. He crawled so that your face was now right next to his crotch. Lucci pressed your face against the tent in his pants. He was hard. Lucci undid his pants and his cock flopped out, "open your mouth". He said. "But I've never-" "____." Lucci said sternly. "Love making is when both partners desires are met." That's all he said before putting his cock in between your lips. The taste of his cock is something like you couldn't describe. It wasn't bad but it was new. You moved your tongue around as best you could. Lucci moaned "good". What you can't fit in your mouth, he has your rub with your hand. Lucci used his fingers on pussy, rubbing your clit. You pull away to speak, "Lucci I-" He doesn't give you the chance to speak, instead forcing his cock back into your mouth. "Shh." You started twisting and arching from his touch. Lucci then positioned himself over you, bending down to eat your pussy while fucking your mouth. This new position sent his cock deeper your mouth, hitting your throat. He pausing to give you a chance to breathe through your nose.  Once you were ready, he continued. Eventually, Lucci flipped over, leaving you on top and him on the bottom. You were about to cum. You knew it and he knew it. You tried to pull yourself off of him cause you've never cum before but Lucci held you in place and swirl his tongue around inside you. At the same time, he exploded his load into your mouth. "It's warm and thick. This taste...it's so..." "Swallow it." Lucci said pulling his mouth off you. "Swallow. Or I won't let you finish. You know you want to." You closed your eyes, pulling off his cock, mouth full of cum. You took a deep breath before swallowing. You could it going down your throat. So warm and salty. Impressed by your obedience, Lucci put his mouth back on you. Dragging the tip of tongue from your clit to your hole. You started shaking and came. The release that washed over you was unreal.

Lucci pushed you off him as gently as possible but you still fell on the floor beside the bed. In an instant, Lucci walked over, grabbed you by your chin, forcing you on you knees. Fluids ran down your legs and dripped onto the floor. "Open your mouth." He ordered. You opened your mouth, tongue hanging out. Lucci inspecting for any traces of cum. He grabbed the bottle of whisky from the bed side table and poured some into your mouth. It burned but you managed to swallow. "Good. Now I can kiss you again." He said looking down at you. He stood up straight the whole time. Your cunt was still needy. You just didn't know how to ask him to fuck you. Lucci tossed you back on the bed before climbing on top of you again.

He held your legs and pressed the head of his cock against your cunt. Dunking the head in and out. "Please..." You cried out. Lucci snickered. "You're begging during your first time?" You replied how you couldn't help it, that you've never felt this way before. That's when you got embarrassed and looked away from him.  "Darling, you don't need to be so modest. I'm not shaming you." Lucci said, before kissing you softly. "Just relax." He inched into you. It hurt a lot less than you thought it would. Your pussy squeezed out of reflex but soon relaxed and pulsed. Lucci moaned "Fuck...". You felt so good he had to move. The sounds of him stirring around in your love juices with his cock, his hips kissing yours, he grunts and moans made you so wet. Wrapping your legs around his waist, you squealed in delight. Lucci smiled at your reaction. Seeing you completely entranced by him excited him more. That same feeling as before came back. You were about to cum again. Lucci stopped moving and told you to fuck him back. You moved against him all on your own. Twisting to hit the spot, you tightened on his cock again, earning yourself a tiny bit of cum from him.

You were almost gone. But Lucci was nowhere close to done. He was 8 times stronger than what was considered superhuman. His endurance was out of this world. He was going to fuck you until you were numb. Lucci got off the bed, dragging you along with him. He bent over to pick you up. And you wrap your arms around him while he held you by your thighs. He let go of one of your thighs to use his hand to angle his cock back into you. It went in much easier this time and you immediately started to fuck him. Lucci grabbed your ass with both hands. This new position sent you over the edge. He thrusted into you with renewed passion. A mixture of cum and fuck juice pooled in small puddle at his feet. "You seem to be adjusting well. Let's make this more interesting." You nodded, wondering what he was thinking of. That's when you noticed fur appearing in his skin, muscles growing, teething sharpening. He using his devil fruit powers. He got bigger down there too. The walls stretched even more. You let out a cry. He didn't change into his full man beast form, he used paper arts to make himself slimmer. Your mouth was agape with the occasional aching squeak coming out. Lucci had started to regret this choice. It was too much, taking into account this was still your first time. He was about to pull out until you objected. "Don't....don't change back...I can take it....turn me around." Lucci listened. He pull you off, turning you so that you were facing away from him. He slowly lowered you halfway onto his cock. He held your legs open, waiting before moving again. "It's so big, it hits deeper. I'll probably be sore tomorrow but...." Your eyes rolled in your head. "I still have one more orgasm left in me." Lucci resumed fucking you again. He knew better than to push himself any deeper and this new angle gave more stimulation to the head of cock which he was more than OK with. "Are you gonna cum again?" "Do you want me to? You know what could happen." "I know. Do it. Cum. Do it in the deepest part of my pussy." You pleaded.

Lucci started picking up the pace again. You squeezed his cock with your cunt. Desperately wanting one more load of his cum with your orgasm. Lucci wrapped his tail around your waist, holding you up and put of his now free hands to use. One rubbing your clit and the other on dragging a sharp nail down your back. A cut just deep enough to draw blood. You felt so good you didn't even notice. Lucci finally hit that point again. His cock slammed into three more times, each time spilling more hot cum into you. You were finished, that combined with your final orgasm, squirting all on the floor, left you breathless. Lucci pulled his hands away along with his cock. Holding you up solely with his tail. A fountain of cum sprang out from your pussy. Lucci grinned seeing you so broken. He knew he was responsible for this.

He tossed you on the bed. You were face down, head spinning, ears ringing, but at the same time, you never felt so good. Lucci could've gone more rounds, but he knew you were finished. He'd have to search far and wide to find a woman who could keep up with him. But you were all he needed. Shrinking back down, he sat on the bed. Resting his hand on the back of your head, rubbing your hair. Hattori flew back in and landed on his perch. "Is she gonna be ok?" He asked, looking at you slightly concerned. "She'll be fine." Lucci responded, smiling at you. You slept well that night and woke up to find him gone, but that wasn't too unexpected. You were sore down there, and your throat was dry. Reaching over and grabbing a glass of water off the nightstand, downing it in five seconds. You fell back on the bed. You are definitely taking the day off.

[slyvieselkie]

Take Your Time

Warning: self-deprecation, insecurities, aged up Suna

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A day passes. 24 hours. 1 440 minutes have passed. 86 400 seconds lost.

And as the clock strikes 12am, you sit in the living room staring at the glowing rock from your skyline apartment. Ah no, it's not yours. It's-

"What are you doing, it's already 12", a groggy voice croaks and you turn back to find a sleepy Rin waddling over.

You whisper with a strained smile, "You should really put a shirt on, it's getting cold", "I wouldn't be so cold if someone was in bed to warm me", he flops down next to you and peck your cheek.

Suna Rintaro, the man that you really don't deserve. At only 22 years old, he already has so much going for himself and takes everything with so much ease. A successful volleyball player in Japan with endless sponsors and brand endorsements, he makes a crazy amount that you can't even comprehend.

But you, at the age of 21...have nothing to your name. You were never a star at anything, and you still aren't now. And the only thing you have to worry about are university assessments, so minuscule compared his worries, yet you can't even manage that. Compared to Rin, your contributions to this household were nothing.

"What's wrong?"

Two words, two syllables, and it was enough to make you shatter.

You turn away from him with glassy eyes, "No, don't do that", the black haired man rumbles and guides you back to him, "You promised not to hide, remember?"

His lips kiss your tears away, actions that make you curl into him. A weak attempt to hide from everything, hide from your problems, hide from yourself. Someone who is so weak, sensitive, pathetic, immature...how could Rin tolerate you when you can't even look at yourself in the mirror?

"Please sweetheart, say something", he begs softly and you don't dare to deny him, "I...I'm so useless."

You can see yourself in his dark eyes, and it's a laughable image. While Rin constantly moves forward and reach new heights, you're still procrastinating on some assignment that's due in a few days. He's already in the real world, and you're still a child with no organisation and management.

"I've spent the whole day...doing nothing, even though I know I have so much to do. I-I-I! I just hate myself!", you grip his arms tightly as you hiss, "Why is it that I'm so inadequate? B-Because even though I'm breaking down now...I still won't do anything tomorrow."

Rin doesn't say anything as you rise up and so does your voice, "I am nothing...compared to you! M-My problems are nothing compared to yours, yet I'm here all stressed and tired! I shouldn't be, I don't have the right! I can fix them, b-but I won't! I want to...I want to...I want to so fucking much!"

You fall to your knees and smile tearfully, "Please Rin, don't look at me like this."

Don't look, you plead, hiding your face behind a curtain of hair. Remember me as the naive high school girl who still had dreams sparkling in her eyes...leave me while I still twinkle in your memories. You hold back your sobs, thinking of the evenings Rin would walk you home, the two of you sharing dreams and promising to start a future together.

Then you sense him and look up.

Your eyes widen seeing the droplets trickling down his cheeks, "R...Rin, no-", "Please don't hate yourself", he whispers and places his forehead against yours, "Please don't make me leave."

And the cries are wrangled out of you.

You and I have a lifetime ahead of us...so it's okay to take it slow. What is 24 hours, 48, 72, when we have thousands ahead? All of this success isn't mine alone, because you were always there for me. When I lost, when I fell short, when I couldn't be better. You were there to make sure I didn't give up, that I stayed motivated. We...have this, so please don't think of yourself so lowly. Your problems matter to me, they mean the world to me. And I'd do anything to get rid of them, so don't shut me out. You were my motivation, so let me become yours.

"I'll never stop looking", he resolves carrying you back to bed and hiding you in his arms, "You'll always be mine, the you of yesterdays, the you of today, and the you of tomorrows."

You close your eyes listening to his promises, "You could do nothing for the rest of your life and I'd still love you too much. So take your time, our life is not a competition."

To all the Lovelies who are unmotivated and stuck, I see you and I feel you.

While I can't do much for you, just know that you aren't alone. Everyone has times when they feel like they're falling behind that invisible clock telling you when things should happen. Starting uni or college, graduating, getting a job, starting a relationship. We're always working towards another goal, that majority of the time are pushed onto us.

And I hope one day...you and I will be able to reclaim this time, this life, as our own. That maybe one day, we can take on life at our pace because we are the ones that have to live it.

Kind regards from the midnight deep thoughts ♡⸜(˶˃ ᵕ ˂˶)⸝♡

[bitbybitwrites]

3 for firstprince!

3. 'Tell me anything. Everything.'

Again, apologies for the lateness, @tinyarmedtrex! But here ya go!

(Thanks again to @tailsbeth-writes for the prompts!)

You can also read this on A03 here.

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blythe spirit

“No.”

“Henrryyyyyyy.”

“I said, no.”

“Please?  Pretty please?"  Alex pouted and fluttered his eyes in an attempt to look as wistful and yet as truly pathetic as he could.

"Fucking eyelashes," Alex swore he heard Henry mutter under his breath. 

Henry turned his back and focused on emptying his backpack onto his desk. Maybe if he appeared busy, Alex would let the topic go.

"You know, if you don't tell me, I'll just go ahead and text Pez or Bea."

Henry internally sighed.  No such luck. 

Who was he kidding?  Alexander Claremont-Diaz was like a hungry dog going after the last scrap of meat at the butcher's when he got fixated on something.  Determined, laser-focused, and stubborn as anything.  It would really make him an exceptional lawyer one day.

Henry spun around and glowered at his roommate.  “You wouldn’t dare.”

Alex smirked as he flopped down on Henry’s bed and kicked off his sneakers.  “Ha.  Just try me, sweetheart.”

The reddish blush that broke out over Henry’s cheeks was worth that term of endearment alone.  Alex smirked.  He knew just what buttons he could push to get Henry to cave.

“I . . . I don't know why you're even interested."

“Baby, I love you.  I'm interested in everything about you." Alex gave Henry a very pointed and heated look that definitely hit the mark.

The flush on Henry’s face now deepened.  He worried his bottom lip between his teeth for a few moments as he considered his options: Tell Alex what he wanted to know or not, and run the risk of being annoyed to death about it until he spilled the information anyway.

“Come on,” Alex softly cajoled.  “You can’t just say things like: ‘I played Elvira in a school production of Blythe Spirit’ and not expect me to ask about it.”  Alex pouted again to prove his point.  “I’m a weak man, H.  These are the types of things I need to know more about.”

Another bat of those damn eyelashes and . . god help him . . a slight whimper from Alex, and Henry's resolve crumbled entirely. 

Grabbing his phone, Henry climbed onto the bed, motioning for Alex to move over.  The apparent glee—the twinkle in Alex's eyes when he realized he was getting his way—had Henry shaking his head.

He really was in trouble with this man.

"You know you are an absolute menace," Henry said, attempting to be stern but failing miserably.

“But that’s why you love me, “ Alex singsonged back, grinning wildly.

“So I’ve been told.”

Alex chuckled as he snuggled up to Henry, leaning over to place a soft kiss on his temple.  “Stop stalling, sweetheart.  Give me the deets.  Tell me anything.  Everything."

Henry took a deep breath.  "Well, you know Pez and I both attended Eton before my family had to move here.  Pez, as you've already learned, came here later to go to Parsons."

“Yesssss . . . of that I am well aware.  You two were way too adorable in your morning coats and all.  Pez showed me those pictures."

Henry rolled his eyes as he continued.  “Well, the Master in charge of dramatics was a stuffy old fellow," he confided to Alex.  "But he had been with the school for centuries, it seemed, so he was more inclined to have the boys play all the roles.  If you wanted my opinion, I think he just wasn't comfortable with young girls or knew how to deal with anyone of the female persuasion.  So even though there were neighboring girls' schools that could provide young actresses, he didn't want to bother with them for the productions he decided to direct."

“And when you got cast . . oh please-oh-please-oh-please tell me your grandmother had a fit," Alex begged.  He was not a fan of Mary Montchristen and wished painful, horrible things to happen to her often after he heard of her constant homophobic tirades that Henry had to sit through at family gatherings.

“Oh, she did," Henry sighed.  "She wouldn't stop making a fuss about it every time my name came up in conversation.  Who knows how long it would have gone on if my father hadn't quietly reminded her that men playing female roles in the theatre was a longstanding tradition from Shakespeare’s time and beyond.”

”Ahh . . whip out the history . . . and ole Mary couldn’t argue against Shakespeare,” Alex cackled in delight.

Henry grinned broadly.  "No, she couldn't.  She didn't come to see any of the performances, which was perfectly fine with me."

“Love it.”

Henry paused, unsure of how much more information Alex wanted.  "There are . . ." he sighed.  "Pictures if you want to see."

Alex’s face brightened considerably.  “Yesssss . . . yes . . .yes . . . I want to see."

As Henry carefully scrolled through his phone for the damning evidence, Alex kept trying to crane his neck to look over, giggling in anticipation.   Henry, in turn, leaned further away, trying to hide his phone screen from his boyfriend's prying eyes.  Placing a hand on Alex's face, Henry then gave him a soft shove, shaking his head as Alex cackled and fell off to one side of the bed.

"It can't be that bad, Hen . . ." Alex said.  "I mean, it wasn't horrible when you were doing the show, right?"

“It was .  .  . tolerable, I guess?" Henry admitted, clutching his phone to his chest after he located what he had searched for.  "Now, mind you," he said as he batted Alex's outstretched hand away.  "This wasn't an attempt to be over the top or anything, like a modern drag performance or even a panto dame.  So I don’t know what you’re expecting.”

Alex reached out, opening and closing both hands over and over with a smile.  “I am expecting you to hand that phone over, baby.  I promise I won’t laugh.”

"I know you won't," Henry said, smiling.  He knew in his heart that Alex was nothing but supportive of him.  "But I want you to understand that Pez somehow sweet-talked his way into being in charge of the costumes for the production.”

“Oooooooh," Alex’s eyes grew as large as saucers.  “Now I really want to see.”

Henry sighed at his impatience.  "What I'm trying to say, love, is that Pez wanted to be as accurate as he possibly could.  Blythe Spirit was written in the early 1940s, but he felt it best that we set the play in the 1930s so . . . "

“So I get vintage Henry?” Alex asked, his curiosity piqued even more.

Henry screwed his eyes shut tightly as he passed over the phone, unsure if he wanted to see Alex's first reaction to him in a 1930s evening gown.  "Now, do be kind, darling; please understand I was younger and awkward, and mind you, this was way before I became a wet bob, so I'm a bit scrawny and all, and I was . . ."

“Absolutely fucking beautiful . . .”

Henry's eyes snapped open quickly as he watched Alex.  His jaw dropped, his eyes wide, and he was practically drooling over picture after picture, his fingers swiping through them all, enlarging them, getting to the end, and then quickly scrolling back to see them all over again.

“Love?”

Alex was at a loss for words.  He wasn't sure exactly what he was going to see when Henry handed over the pictures.   He may have had a few preconceived expectations, most of which revolved around the assumption that Henry would just look like his sister Bea, minus the long hair, but certainly not this.

Yes, it was obviously Henry. . . a younger Henry, without the broad shoulders and chest he had achieved from rowing all the years he spent at Eton. Henry's shoulder-to-waist ratio was still to die for back then, but in the pictures he looked like he had an hourglass figure.  The sleeveless blue silk gown Henry wore skimmed his hips, just so, falling in smooth shimmering fabric to his ankles.  The back of the gown was daringly low, and Alex had to admit to himself that his fingers itched to lightly stroke the exposed skin there, trailing from neck to the lower dip in Henry's back.  A brunette wig of soft Marcel waves brushed against that defined jawline, softening it gently.  Henry's eyes were outlined in kohl, while a soft blush powered those prominent cheekbones.  His lips were still plush and looked so very kissable, but then they were painted as a full red pout in the photos, and the mole above his lip was defined even darker so it could be seen from the stage.

In many of the shots, Henry peered at the camera from over his shoulder, capturing the viewer with a coy and flirtatious gaze.  Some, his eyes were lowered just enough that he looked at the camera through his eyelashes, a naughty smile playing at the corners of those pouty lips.

Henry was stunning as the man sitting next to him, but Alex had to admit, he was also ridiculously breathtaking as a woman in these photos.

“I am so fucking bisexual,“ Alex said, staring at the pictures in his hand and then back up to his boyfriend sitting next to him.

The comment made Henry blush even more.

Alex tossed the phone aside and straddled Henry.  "Like so very, very, very bisexual," Alex repeated as he captured Henry's face in his hands and kissed him soundly.

“Are you sure it isn’t just because it’s me in the pictures?" Henry laughed out loud, teasing Alex once he was allowed to come up for air.

“Ok, then I’m bisexual and Henry-sexual . . to-may-to, to-mah-to . .  .however you want to spin it . . .but baby, you were HOT." Alex said, panting slightly against Henry's lips.  "Do you think Pez still has that outfit stored somewhere?  Can we borrow it?  Fuck, baby . . .would you wear it again . . .for me?"

“Seriously?”

Alex looked Henry straight in the eyes as he ground his hips down into Henry's lap.  Both men moaned as they could feel each other growing hard.  "Yes, seriously," Alex said as he continued.

"Christ," Henry gasped, grasping Alex by the hips to still him for a moment.  "I don't know if it will even fit me anymore, darling.”

“Doesn’t matter,” Alex whined against Henry’s lips.  “Something close to it then.”

Henry smirked.  "I suppose you'd want the corselet, stockings, and heels I all wore under that, too?  Or do we ask Pez for a garter belt instead?"

Alex was sure his brain blue-screened then and there for a brief moment.  Once he came to, he only had one thing to say:

“Jesus tits . . you’re going to kill me, Fox.”

[leelahsrose]

HONEY | L.M. & K.G.

chapter nine.

"𝙨𝙖𝙮 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙖𝙞𝙣'𝙩 𝙩𝙧𝙮𝙣𝙖 𝙜𝙚𝙩 𝙗𝙖𝙘𝙠 𝙩𝙤𝙜𝙚𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙧 𝙩𝙞𝙡𝙡 𝙄 𝙜𝙚𝙩 𝙢𝙮𝙨𝙚𝙡𝙛 𝙗𝙖𝙘𝙠 𝙩𝙤𝙜𝙚𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙧."

-Toosi, Circa 2022

6:30 AM

Khaleesi stirs in her sleep, soft knocking pecking at her ears. She groans—turning around towards the balcony, her sight already being blinded by sunlight before opening her eyes. She scrunches her eyebrows seeing Kamari on the other side of the window, Khaleesi hops out of bed and runs toward the doors. She couldn't lie, Leesi really didn't trust him after last night—it scared the living shit out of her.

Khaleesi believed that Kamari would deny what Ace had said about him but no, he did have a plan. That was crazy to her, her fingers holding onto the handle tightly—she hears his voice and looks toward her bed. "Who was that last night?"

"Leave me alone, Mari." Her groggily voice was low, she rubs the sleep out of her eyes and sighs out of frustration.

"Are you serious? Leesi, open this door." He bangs his hand against the window and she glances back at her door. "Fuck them! I wanna talk, right now." Khaleesi shuts her curtains and walks back over to her bed, flopping down on the comforter. Her body exhausted from the extra hours of sleep she got. "Leesi, I've been calling you all night."

Khaleesi had drifted off to sleep moments later, little snores slipping from her mouth as her mouth is parted slightly. She wakes up instantly when someone shakes her, Leesi shot up being faced with Kamari. A breeze flying past her, she looks at the balcony door seeing the hinges broken off. "Nigga-"

Kamari pulls her up and lifts Khaleesi over his shoulder, she gasps—punching her fists against his back. "Motherfucka, put me down!" She struggles to get out of his hold, she just wanted one peaceful day without niggas infiltrating her life. Especially ones that want to kill her. "Kali!" Her cry for help startles him as he puts her down quickly, his hand clasping over her mouth.

"What the hell are you doing?" His eyes dark brown, she looks away from him while tugging his hand off of her mouth. "Khaleesi."

"Get out." She hears her sisters voice then darts over to Kali, she grabs Khaleesi's arm moving her away from him. "She doesn't want you here." Kamari reaches for her once again—Kali switching out her knife, pressing it into his neck. "I hope you do."

"Leesi, you know I wouldn't hurt you. I won't kill Q. Nobody gets hurt." He holds his hand out toward her, she looks up at him. "Baby, please, come home." She steps back, shaking her head.

"Please leave."

"I love you." His voice was begging, Khaleesi hits her hand on his chest.

"Just fucking leave! I hate you." Khaleesi races out of her room, Kali looking at Kamari then arching her eyebrow.

"Out."

•••

10:30 PM

"That man's officially lost his mind." Nizhoni takes another bite of her Caesar salad, she moans at how good the taste is then squirms in her seat. "You good though, Khaleesi? Niggas is crazy now-a-days. Gotta be careful, sis."

"She ain't careful, she with another crazy nigga." Khaleesi glares at Kali then smacks her shoulder. "Don't get mad at me cause that nigga left you high and dry last night."

"Fucking bitch!" She tugs on her hair and Nizhoni annoyingly breaks their fight up, Kali flicks her on the forehead and Khaleesi sighs. "I'm not with that man." Her cheeks hot and her mind bothered by just the thought of Ace, she still couldn't get Kamari's words off of her mental. "He's irritating as hell."

"When he's not in between your legs, just saying." Kali holds her hands up and Nizhoni shushes her. Khaleesi hears noisy talking coming from the corner of the café, they were currently on Michigan State's campus. Nizhoni goes to school here and has been for two years now—she's a nursing major. She spots the last face she wants to see and briskly ducks behind Kali, a string of curses coming from her mouth. "What is it?"

"It's Ace." Nizhoni races to Khaleesi's seat to help conceal her from his view. "Act normal." They pose in an awkward way causing Khaleesi to sigh out of frustration, she hits the seat causing Kali to jump.

"Fuck, he's looking."

"What?! You bitches were suppose to act normal." Khaleesi stands up—huffing out an exasperated breath, Nizhoni letting her have her seat back.

"Yo, Leesi!" She looks up at him then rolls her eyes, pulling a piece of hair behind her ear. "Man, niggas wanna act so fake. Scoot over." He moves into her seat grabbing her arm so she wouldn't fall over, Khaleesi groans hitting him in the chest.

"Y'all cute." Nizhoni points at the both of them, a wide smile on her face.

"That's what I be tryna tell her." He leans forward nodding towards Khaleesi, the view in the window reflecting off his golds.

"It's not happening." She switches her hair to the side and takes a few more bites of her fruit cup.

"Whatever man, look, you study for the test? Take my flash cards, quiz me." He hands Nizhoni a stack of white index cards, she purses her lips and begins to flip through them. Khaleesi tunes them out as she turns toward Kali, her nostrils flaring. "Don't be talking about me over there." His back pressing on her side a little, she gasps and suddenly grabs his wrist.

"You play too much!"

"You didn't fall though."

"Shutup! Kali, Niz, I'm finna go. I have to get dressed for work, tell me how your shift goes." She pats her sister's shoulder while standing up, her fruit secured in her hand.

"No goodbye to me?"

"Fuck you, Ace." Khaleesi glances back at him, he smiles standing up quickly to run after her.

"Come with me." She looks at him furrowing her eyebrows whilst glancing down at her phone, the time edging towards eleven o' clock. "You tough, you know that? I'll pay for your time. Call out." He licks his lips, stuffing his hands into his pockets.

Khaleesi eyes Ace up and down, her thoughts colliding in her mind. "Don't you got stuff to do? Gang stuff?" He laughs removing the black backpack off of his shoulder. "I'm serious, I don't need to be with anyone else doing this. I don't have time."

"Look, I'm tryna better myself—a nigga in college I'm tryna get my degree." She could understand that, she clears her throat looking down.

"Sorry, I didn't mean to judge you so quickly." Khaleesi squeezes the straps of her purse, moving a little closer to him. Her legs crossed as she shifts back and forth on her tip toes, her low-rise dark jeans hugging her curves—she wears a brown crop top to match. Her piercings sticking through the fabric of the shirt.

"You beautiful." She looks up at him through her fluffy extensions, a chuckle slipping through her lips. "Not you blushing."

"Nigga, just give me my money." He digs in his backpack, pulling out a roll of cash—she holds her hand out and he lays it in her palm. "This is more than what I get paid, sir. Take some back."

"Nah, it's double, keep it." She arches her eyebrow and smiles brightly.

"Oh, you got it like that?"

"I got it like that."

"Bye, where's the car?"

"In the back, let me holla at my niggas real quick. Don't go outside yet, wait for me."

"I guess, hurry up."

"Where you going?" Kali stops her little sister in her steps, her arm held out. "Don't be going no where near Kamari." She says before picking up her water to eventually gulp it down.

"I'm going with you know who, I'll be back."

"Uh oh, what y'all finna do?" Kali smirks, a playful look on her face. She has a piece of chocolate cake between her fingers, she places it in her mouth and chews slowly. "You need some condoms? Niz, get my bag." She whispers to her best friend, reaching her arm over the table.

"No need." They stop their movements to look over at her, Khaleesi crossing her arms over her chest. "Y'all, I'm not messing with that man." She whines, glancing over at Ace to see if he was done talking—she couldn't deny it: he was fine and they do have chemistry. "Just hurry up and pass them."

"That's my bitch." Nizhoni tosses them to her, she barely catches them as they land between the tip of her fingers. She stuffs them in her tote then straightens herself up when Ace begins to walk over.

"You ready? Car over here. We see y'all later." He grabs Khaleesi's hand as he walks pass, bringing her along. They get outside and she takes her hand from him, glaring at Ace through squinted eyes. "What I do?"

"Don't be tryna claim me in public, we not together and this—whatever we're doing is not a date."

"You afraid yo nigga watching?" He gently moves her body in front of him then away from the street as they begin to walk, his hands on her waist. She felt secure—melting under his soft touch.

"No, I'm not scared of him." She looks back at Ace batting her lashes, her gaze going back on the sidewalk—her eyebrows creasing a little. "Maybe... what happened in the diner?" Khaleesi stops in front of him, turning around.

"It wasn't nothing, quick little fight."

"Ace, come on."

"That shit gon' get me tight again, ain't no reason for you to be scared either." He laid his arm around her lower back, gradually moving her to the car. "May I open the door for you? Can I at least do that?" They now stand at the passenger side, a car riding past with smooth neo-soul tunes blasting. His lips beginning to lift in a closed smile as Khaleesi nods her head slowly.

"You are allowed." He opens the door to his coupe, Khaleesi bending down— getting into the car while eyeing him.

"Get ya pretty ass in there then."

"Boy bye, get in." He laughs jogging to the other side, hopping in the car—he shuts the door then groans when he hits the seat. "You so extra."

"And you a hater." He presses the push-start while his foot lays on the brake, Khaleesi laying back in the seat—adjusting it as needed. As soon as the car started, the vocals of Pnb rock filled the space. She relaxed, just a bit, the music and the night sky was a vibe to her. He backs out of the parking lot, Khaleesi raising down the window and laying her head on the seal.

The street lights brush across her face as he drives, his hand on the wheel as he glances over at her—the ends of her hair flying through the wind like fire embers. They come to a neighborhood that Khaleesi was all to familiar with, it was Ace's. Multiple people were outside—dancing, playing games, and talking amongst themselves. Trina echoing loudly throughout the streets, she hadn't been here in years.

The energy was amazing, that's all Khaleesi could think about. She leans back in her seat as Ace drives through, he waved at a couple people. They pull into a driveway, a not-so-large house in front of them—the porch full of men and a dash of women here and there. This is his brothers house, a safe place that him and Q used to have to come over and discuss business. "Thought you might be comfortable here."

He leans back against the seat, his arm hanging out of the open window. Khaleesi faces him, laying her cheek on the palm of her hand—her elbow holding up her weight. "What, you my bodyguard now?" He places a wood between his lips, lighting it—his hand up to block out the draft of the wind.

"I can be yo' forever one."

The street lights shining down through the car, Khaleesi feels the squeezing pressure in her face—her cheeks turning red. A closed smile subtly appearing on her lips, she turns toward the window at the neighbors next door barbecuing. "No."

"I'm not that bad once you get to know me."

"That's what they all say."

"I think you should—come find out for yourself." His hand laying on the top of his pants, she turns to him once again and shifts herself in the seat.

"I can't get caught up with anyone else right now." Khaleesi sighs then sits up, she plays with her squared nails—picking at the designs. "You seem like a great person, for real. Let me just try to work this out with Kamari." She was nervous, her thighs shaking as she waited for Ace's response.

"It's my turn now, though." Khaleesi instantly looks in his direction, a look of disbelief on her face.

"Who said I wanted you?"

"You wouldn't be here if you ain't want me, shorty." He takes another hit of his wood, he passes it to Khaleesi and she pauses before taking it in between her fingers. "At least you won't have to worry about ya family liking me."

She glares at him through a side eye then gently laughs, her lips wrapping around the wood. She takes several hits and inhales each one, her head beginning to feel light. Khaleesi could sense Ace's gaze on her, she glances over at him then passes the wood once again. "Whatever."

"Mhm."

"Yo, Ace." Somebody leans down into the window, pointing at the SRT driving down the street. He looks back and Khaleesi follows his stare, she immediately regrets it—recognizing the vehicle as Kamari's car.

"Shit."

"Who the fuck is that?" Ace opens his door and Khaleesi places her hand on his arm swiftly.

"Don't, can you niggas not tonight?" Khaleesi begs, she glances back at his car stopping on the side of the street. "Ace, please."

"Let me handle it, you want him off you right?" She completely stops, her eyes pricking with tears a little—she didn't have the time for drama and Kamari was definitely not giving her the space she needs. "Just stay right here...let me handle it. I promise I won't do no crazy shit. Aight?" Khaleesi squeezes the sides of her seat, she leans back and attempts to relax.

"Okay, just-just hurry up." Khaleesi pushes her seat back then peeks her head over the window. Ace jumping out of the car, pulling his pants up in the process. Her eyes landing on Kamari's built figure, a scowl on his face.

"Where she at?"

"Nigga, you ain't finna walk up in here demanding shit, where they do that at?" Khaleesi breathes out a frustrating breath, her chest moving up and down.

"I ain't got all night, Khaleesi!" One of his friends stops him from walking to the side of the car, his eyes glaring at Kamari as he pushes him back swiftly.

"Nigga." Kamari walks up to him but stops when he notices Leesi standing outside of the passenger door. Her hands hugging her arms as her eyebrows furrow, she walks up slowly—her body hiding itself behind Ace. "Leesi, let's go. You don't even know this nigga." His hand reaching for her, his friends blocking her quickly in one move—Ace already standing in front of Khaleesi.

"Tell you what, I like that you got heart—nigga showed up here by himself." Ace says, shaking his index finger at him—a couple laughs from here and there. Kamari taking a couple steps back, seeing that he was overpowered at the moment. "I'mma give you... two minutes to shake or I'mma kill you."

"Ace." Khaleesi's hand had grabbed the back of his shirt when Kamari came toward her, she couldn't deny it—she was terrified of him now. "You promised." Her voice was soft, barely above a whisper—she couldn't even look at Mari. Ace's dark stare was on his being, the silence was deafening.

"Why you still standing? Get yo' ass up out of here." His hands shoving him against his shoulders, Kamari comes toward Ace—swinging his fist at his cheek. He had dodged it, bringing his hand back and punching him in the face. Khaleesi gasps, Kamari stumbling back a little—his head moving to the side. "Ain't nobody finna jump in, what's good?"

"Cut it out." Khaleesi shoves past his friends and Ace—she eyes him before grabbing onto Kamari's shoulder to lead him to the car before he could react anymore. "Are you insane?! Mari, leave please."

"Leesi, I love you."

"Kamari, please-"

"I'm for real, Leesi." She pauses in her shoes, stopping the shifting on her feet—his eyes welled up with tears. "Baby, I'm sorry I should've trusted you. Would you please come home? Please. I'll prove to you how much I'm sorry, anything."

"Kamari, I need time to think—just give me time to think."

"So you spending your time with him? You don't know him, you just met this fucking nigga?" Khaleesi backs away her eyes looking up at him, he was hurt—extremely hurt. He was really trying to control himself and these strong feelings of anger. "I don't give a fuck about him starting shit, I wanna leave with you."

"I knew you for years and you still were going to kill me, Mari." He gazes down at her.

"I was never gonna kill you, it was just a plan Leesi just in case. But, I realize that that hurt you. I'm sorry, I apologize—I'm not going to ever do that shit again."

"Maybe this is for the best."

"What you talking about? We not done, please, don't push me away right now."

"Maybe we need to be, it's dangerous, Mari." He sighs and shaking his head, Khaleesi follows his gaze. "You know I'm right, you know I am."

"Then let's run." He was being persistent and she didn't want to acknowledge it but it was absolutely turning her on, such an inappropriate time. "I wanna spend the rest of my life with you." Her lashes shutting close a couple times, his eyes scanning every corner of hers. "We'll start over, do it for real this time." It sounded so good, she wanted to jump into his arms so badly but was being held back by her own pride and hurt.

"I can't trust you anymore, I think it's best if we just part ways." She couldn't even look at Kamari, her eyes facing the concrete. She had dealt with so much heartbreak, her chest aching and her head pounding—she couldn't afford another bad guy. She found herself walking away from him, leaving him standing at his car.

She hears the tires streaking against the pavement, Khaleesi stomping up to Ace her finger pressing into his chest. "Don't do that shit again." His hand grabbing onto her arm before she could reach the passenger door, she looks back at him—irritation dancing all over her face.

"I'm just tryna protect you."

"I don't need your protection! Take me the fuck home."

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[nerdylilpeebee]

Okay okay okay okay...

I need to find a game to play or a video to watch or SOMETHING, cuz I am consistently breaking my rule.

I am just SO FUCKING EXCITED. IT'S JUST TWO DAYS AWAY. Legit I almost puked earlier cuz I drank a bunch of Gatorade and got hella excited right after. XD I am HYPED.

Veilguard PLEASE. PLEASE DON'T FLOP VEILGUARD. PLEASE. I AM BEGGING YOU.

And be Thursday faster damnit. I can't stand the waiting. XD

[monstersinthecosmos]

i saw your tweet about not writing for 2 months bcos no one likes your last fic??!! vantablack?? what do you mean!! I LOVEE THAT FIC LIKE NO OTHER FIC BEFORE IT.

i am right here right now baring my soul to you to say how much i owe you my life for that fic! THANK YOU!! that fic was so well written that i, who rarely drop asks to people, is right now on my knees, dropping this ask in your inbox just to tell you this :((

dsagdkjl omg thank you ALSO I'M REALLY EMBARRASSED I TWEETED THAT WHILE I WAS HAVING A FIT FEELIGN BAD FOR MYSELF I'M SORRY I'M SORRY LOL

to be clear I try to keep my fandoms sequestered (sorry VC/IWTVtwt is absolutely insufferable & SK fandom can't thrive on tumblr because tumblr is not friendly to adult content) but I was talking about my last SK fic that kinda flopped. I am really intentional about not taking fic engagement & numbers seriously as a measure of my self worth but it also was just like absolutely crickets on my last couple SK fics and it really hurt my feelings. 😂

anyway I beg everyone please leave comments on the fics that you read. Fic writers do it for fun and share it for free, please don't just consume them mindlessly like they're a content mill. It's the easiest way to drive writers out of your fandoms and then you stand around wondering why there's no fic. I've never taken it personally that my VC fics don't do numbers, either, because the fandom was always so small, but VC discord has always been really supportive to me so I felt okay about it and knew who my secret audience was. It's not about clout and numbers, but it's hard when there's no feedback at all, it's not a good feeling.

(I'm also a terminally insecure writer so my first thought is always "wow I fucked up, I must have mischaracterized, my pacing doesn't make sense, all these hits and no comments because people got bored and DNF" etc. lol. lmao.)

It's really not about entitlement, either; it's not a numbers game to me. One comment means the world to me. But I just need like something, even if it's just one person who liked it letting me know they liked it, because writing is really hard and lonely and takes a lot of time and it's really hard to stay motivated when no one wants to talk to you about it, you know? I'm a person who would probably write, anyway, but I don't necessarily feel the need to share my fics on AO3. Why waste the time editing and agonizing over it and trying to stick to a schedule if no one fucking cares haha.

THIS HAS TURNED INTO A PITY PARTY I'M REALLY SORRY, ANYWAY PLEASE EVERYONE BE NICE TO FIC WRITERS THEY ARE SENSITIVE LOL

[commiicc]

Hi. I'd like to talk a little about my time on social media as an artist. I'm sure a lot of this has been said by a ton of artists before me, but I'm going to say it again anyways.

My online handle is @ commiicc. I've gone by the alias Comic for a few years now. I was extremely active of Twitter during the height of the DreamSMP fandom. My time in this community brought me many memories and experience. Both good and bad. Today, I just want to focus on the art.

In my opinion and experience the art community of the DSMP fandom was so incredibly toxic. Artists were the backbone of the community. It was said time and time again. But this held many artists to unfair expectations. The turn around on art was insane. If art was not posted directly after or the day after the stream/ event it would flop. Posts would circulate about the perfect posting times, which I would memorize, then be so sad when I'd post at those times and a price would still fail. I'd blame myself. I'd internalize it and think I just wasn't good enough. It was never my art. It was simply the shit algorithm that is any social media, but that didn't stop me of course.

And I watched so many young artists beg for followers, because validation meant everything. And we all wanted to be mutuals with the popular, big twitters because that meant we'd made it... right?

I watched followers drop and people ask if they'd done something wrong to deserve it because canceling was so common. It was usually just bots being deleted, but "what if I did something wrong" was always everyone's go to.

Going back to artists being the backbone of the community and pumping out content. I used to say how thankful I was for the community because it made me grow and find my style. But in reality, I only found my style once I stepped back and took time on a piece. I was just slapping shit together back then. I hated most of what I made during that time. It was all rushed. Because no one gave me time. I always felt so rushed to post something so it gets attention. Post something so my followers don't think Im leaving. Because if you took too long to post (more than a week) you'd start losing people. I was a small artist and craved that attention... So I forced myself to create, even if I had no ideas. It's pushed me into burn out.

I'd compare myself to other artists who somehow created masterpieces in like two hours when it took me ages to do anything. I compared myself to everyone and hated everything I did. It was incredibly unhealthy.

I've only just now started making things I enjoy again.

Even when I switched fandoms I was still in the mindset of pushing out art, so I hate it all.

Only after burning myself out can I now restart and find my style... Can I now actually create again.

And I know that's just the culture of social media. and people used to tell me "just don't care" "just don't look at the views". do you know how hard it is to be a 16, 17, even 18 years old and NOT look at that??? to be a new artist and NOT care how much attention your art gets??? when a content creator that you love can see your fanart and has actually seen it.. all humans want is validation. Social media prys on that toxic need. On that innate human need. Cause yeah, we all want to know that what we're doing looks good, but holy shit was that place bad.

And I KNOW I'm not the first person to say this. I'm just trying to share my experience and I'm putting all this disclaimer here in case... So please just check yourself and remember we're all human. Social media is kinda awful and this is literally just my blog to share long thoughts and archive who I am. My time on social media fucked me up a little and I'm just now realizing it. That's what all this is.

So yeah all this to say, I'm done posting my art on social media for now. I'm done pumping out art just for the sake of it. When I create something worth sharing, I'll post it. But for now, I'll be in my comfortable void. I'm around and always willing to chat about the art making process or just chat in general. I'm creating. I always have been. I'm just not sharing it. It's not for your eyes.

It will be when im ready.

And new artists, young artists, any artists; your worth is not determined by the views or likes a post gets. Your art is worth more than any amount of attention it gets on social media. Don't create for attention. Create because you enjoy it. Create for yourself. That's where the magic happens.

thanks for reading. sorry this is long. I'm very wordy. thanks for being here.

- Comic

[ewanmitchellcrumbs]

Ange! I've been quite busy lately, I have a pile of fics to read on my drafts that I really really want to enjoy, that's the only reason I've been so quiet about your (and other writers) works. The last two months have been crazy and I'm afraid it's going to be like this at least until next year but please please please don't stop writing. Sometimes the only thing that lights up my day is to see you've uploaded a new story and I treasure them with so much excitement waiting for a moment when Im not exhausted and have time enough to read them. I don't care what haters say, fics are EXTREMELY IMPORTANT and you people writing and sharing them are ESSENTIAL, so please keep posting your art and talent, I'm begging. This is about you and everybody else in this fandom. I wish you a wonderful autumn time and a nice week with all my heart🖤🖤

Celia, you are an absolute sweetheart.

Please don't think that my lack of motivation has anything to do with yours or anyone else's engagement. Of course, it's lovely when people enjoy your work, but I write for myself. If other people enjoy it too then that's just an added bonus.

I would never want for anyone to feel as though they are obligated to read or reblog my writing. People are busy, they have lives, they forget. It's fine, we're all human! And sometimes what I write is a flop, not everybody has to like my writing, not everybody who likes my writing has to like everything I write. It's okay!

I think my lack of motivation stems from how rancid the vibes in fandom have felt as of late. I block and ignore all of the shitty, anonymous asks I get, but they chip away at you. And it saddens me to see so many friends and mutuals on the receiving end of it too.

It's made me feel a little despondent, and killed some of the passion I have. I don't have the drive to create that I once had. I'm also stuck in a rut of picking apart everything I write and telling myself it's awful. Then I see how productive and active other writers are being and it fuels my own negative self talk, that I am less than, not as good, that it's pointless for me to write when other people will likely touch upon that anyway.

I am not looking to throw myself a pity party. I just need to pull on my big girl pants, get the fuck over myself and open a word document. All in due time!

Anyway, thank you so much for your kind words of encouragement. You are wonderful, and I hope that in the whirlwind of all of life's busy-ness you are finding time to relax and be kind to yourself.

Sending lots of love to you xoxo

[eldritch-hall-after-dark]

Oh my God, imagine Patrick learns about his sweater fucking Ciero, and begins a tense rivalry between sweater and future star. He’s so ready to burn that thing, but stops when Ciero speaks up saying something like “Don’t burn it. Show it who I belong to.” Patrick makes sure the sweater has a front-row seat as he pounds Ciero’s brains out and marks her up so pretty.

...anon, you don't know what you just inspired. I am kissing you on the mouth rn.

(Also inspired by this song! It's really good, ngl-!)

Contains sexual content. Do not read if under the age of 18, or if that makes you uncomfortable.

"...what?" Patrick asked, raising a brow.

"...you heard me," Ciero squeaked.

He smirked.

"Actually, 'Ro," he teased. "I don't think I did."

He gently wrapped his arms around his boyfriend.

"Because it sounds like… you dreamed of my favourite sweater fucking your brains out," he scoffed. "But that can't be fucking true, can it? Because look-!"

He held the sweater up, showing it to them.

"...this thing doesn't have a cock. It doesn't have fingers. It can't fuck you."

Patrick rested his head on her shoulder.

"...unlike me."

His hand slid to Ciero's jeans.

Ciero whined, rocking his hips.

"P-please," he whimpered.

Patrick smirked.

"Please, what, mi traido?" Patrick asked, purring.

Ciero whined. 

"Fuck me-!" He begged. "Fuck me good, baby."

He heard Patrick's deep chuckle rumble in his chest.

"Ohohoh," Patrick laughed. "Y'want me to fuck you? And not this piece of fabric?"

Ciero nodded, blushing furiously.

"Pleeease, baby," he whined, grinding his ass against Patrick's hips for good measure.

Patrick groaned, feeling himself get hard.

…fuck.

He slid out from under Ciero, letting her flop back down onto her mattress with a giggle.

He flung the sweater onto the chair.

"Stay right there-!" He pointed at the sweater.

Ciero giggled, rolling her eyes at her boyfriend.

"What?" Patrick asked, scoffing. 

"Sweetheart-!"

"That sweater made a cuckold of me, baby," Patrick snorted. "I'm just… showing it who you belong to."

Ciero smiled up at him lovingly, shaking her head.

"Really?" She quirked a brow.

"It's either this, or I burn it." He whispered, growling into her neck. "...and we both know I look too damn fine in that thing to do it."

Ciero chuckled.

"Alright, baby," she cooed. "Show that sweater who's in charge."

Patrick grinned.

"With pleasure, mami," Patrick grinned.

He trapped Ciero under one hand grasping the headboard, while the other clutched the pillow.

"Chito," Patrick hissed, pressing his lips snugly against Ciero's.

Ciero obliged, kissing her boyfriend back. She tugged on his curls.

The two slowly started grinding, feeling each other grow painfully hard in their jeans.

"Mhhh, fuck…" Patrick hissed, dragging himself away from his boyfriend's lips. "God damn, 'Ro, you're so fine."

Ciero chuckled.

"You're not too bad yourself, Pat." 

Patrick undid his belt, sliding his jeans off quickly and discarding them on the floor. He unbuttoned Ciero's shorts and helped her discard them, both of their boxers following suit.

Patrick's lips found themselves back on hers, steadying himself with a hand on the headboard.

His hips rocked lazily against Ciero's, grinding together toet them make the most gorgeous sounds.

The dull thump, thump, thump of the bed was a constant reminder of how badly they needed each other.

Patrick felt his cock ache.

He needed to fuck Ciero.

Badly

And from how flushed Ciero looked, it appeared that he needed the same. 

"You want me to fuck your tight little hole, Princessa?" Patrick teased, holding her knee.

Ciero bit her lip. He nodded.

"Yes, baby-! Need you to make me feel good-!" She whined. "So good…"

Patrick chuckled.

"There's my good boy…" he whispered. "Lube still in the same drawer?"

Ciero nodded, spreading her legs in excitement. Patrick shoved his hand into the drawer, grabbing the familiar bottle. 

He opened it, sliding some of the familiar clear liquid over his cock - and rubbing some over her hole. 

"Good girl," Patrick whispered, seeing how she moved against him.

Ciero blushed.

"So receptive for me, mami," he purred.

Ciero loved how he sounded when he said… anything in Spanish, really…

He squeezed her ass, groping her plump rear.

"Good girl, good girl…" he whispered.

His cock head barely entered her, pressing against her hole. 

She whimpered, legs trembling in anticipation.

Patrick slid in further.

"Ah-!" She yelped.

Patrick froze.

"Baby, you okay?" He asked, eyes wide with concern.

Ciero nodded.

"You're just… really fucking big…" He whimpered.

Patrick chuckled.

"Really, mami?" Patrick purred.

Ciero nodded, cheeks flushed a pretty pink.

He smiled down at Ciero.

"I know baby…" He whispered, peppering kisses down Ciero's neck. "...but you've taken me before. We fucking know it fits."

His hips slowly rocked, sliding himself further inside of Ciero's ass.

Ciero whimpered, grabbing Patrick's shoulders tightly. Patrick hissed. He felt her nails dig in.

…but that really only spurred him on further.

He slowly picked up his pace.

In…

Out…

He kissed Ciero's cheek.

In…

Out…

Her lips.

In…

Out…

In, out…

In, out…

In, out, in, out…

"Doing such a good job, taking me like this-!" He moaned.

They'd started a steady rhythm. One that had Ciero's eyes watering with pleasure.

"Ah-! Mhh-! Fuuuck…" Ciero groaned. "Patriiiiick-!" 

Patrick chuckled, kissing her gently.

"Don't worry, baby, it's just me and you…" he growled, slowly sliding inside of her again.

Ciero whined. She wrapped her hand around her cock, jerking herself off.

"Mhm-hhmmm-hmph-!" She whined, rocking her hips against him.

Patrick grasped the headboard tightly. It banged against the wall loudly as his hips pistoned in and out.

"Mhhh, fuck… Fuck, baby-!" Patrick grunted.

She tugged on his curls. Her legs wrapped around his waist, pulling him close.

"Patrick-!" She squealed, lips parted beautifully for him. 

"Y'gonna pull my hair out, corazon," Patrick joked. 

Ciero only moaned in response, losing himself to his pleasure.

Patrick smirked, fucking him faster.

"¿Esta la verga es grande?" Patrick groaned, bucking his hips wildly.

Ciero could barely think; all he could do was feel.

Feel Patrick's cock pump in and out.

Feel his body trembling.

Feel his orgasm approaching.

Feel…

"Cum for me, mami-!" Patrick hissed.

Feel…

"A-ah-!" Ciero squealed.

She came loudly, squirting cum all over her abdomen. Her body trembled, thighs gripping tighter around Patrick's waist.

Patrick grunted, throwing his head back in pleasure.

"Oh, fuck-! Mhhh-m-hmph-! Baby…"

He groaned, biting his bottom lip.

"'Ro, fuck…"

His hips rocked faster and faster, making him chase his release.

"Who makes you feel this good, mami?"

"You, Patrick-!" Ciero whined.

Patrick nodded, kissing her neck.

"That's fucking right, baby-!" He growled. "Me-! I fuck you this good-! Me-! And not some fucking sweater-!"

He rasped, glaring over at the sweater for good measure.

Ciero whined, throwing her head back into the pillows.

"Good… so good f'me… squeezing me like a fuckin' vice-!" 

His voice cracked a little, squeaking as Ciero's walls clamped around him.

"Fuck…" he whined, feeling his own release creep closer.

His hips sped up.

Faster…

Faster…

Faster…

"Mhhh-m-hmph-!" He groaned. "Fuck, 'Ro… fuuuck-!"

Finally, his hips stilled.

And he came, shooting his load deep inside of Ciero's tight ass.

"Ah-ah-ah-aaahh-!" 

Patrick threw his head back, collapsing on top of Ciero with a gentle thud.

Ciero giggled, struggling under the weight of his boyfriend.

"Pat-!" He squealed, 

"Whaat?" Patrick chuckled, panting.

"Get off of me-! You're too heavy-!"

Patrick rolled onto his side.

"Happy?" He asked, facing Ciero.

Ciero nodded.

"Very."

"Bet you my sweater didn't make you cum like that," he joked, nuzzling into Ciero.

Ciero giggled.

"I still can't believe you got jealous over that."

"Hey, what do you expect, mami?" He teased, rocking his hips again.

Ciero whined.

"You're my boyfriend." His voice was possessive. "And only I get to make you cum like a slut."

Ciero laughed gently.

"You're a dork, Pat-!"

Patrick rolled his eyes, still balls-deep inside of Ciero.

"Yeah, but I'm your dork."

He began to pepper kisses up and down her neck.

"...or do I have to remind you of that?" He teased. "...again?"

Ciero rolled his eyes, wrapping her arms around Patrick's neck. Her lips met his in a gentle kiss.

Patrick started to thrust in and out of her again-!

He started setting a steady rhythm for them-!

When…

The door handle wiggled, and the pair looked up.

Ciero's roommate came home early.

"Hey, Ciero-oooh-! Holy fuck-!"

…shit.

[random1amfics]

"Hey. What were you thinking of?"

Lycra blinked.

"I told you that I don't like you thinking of somebody else." The Trash said.

"I was thinking of you." Lycra replied sweetly. Thick and syrupy. Like Honey.

Thinking of killing you. Slowly. Painfully. That she didn't say.

The trash gave a small look of surprise before his face was the picture of absolute smugness.

Lycra can see that in his head, he had already declared himself the victor of the game of cat and mouse they were playing.

"Oh, really?" He said.

Lycra nodded. A bright smile on her face.

It used to bother her to lie. To hide herself so she would not play right into his hands. She hated that she found it almost too easy to fool him.

However, several lifetimes of misery were enough for her to keep on smiling in order to maintain her sanity.

"What would your beloved Killain think?"

Lycra tilted her head slightly. To convey confusion.

"Killain? Oh. You mean young Duke Darcel."

"Don't you hold some feelings for him?"

"Should I? I have only met the young Duke a few times." It was the truth. Right now, she has only met Killain a few times before.

"Well, stop it."

Lycra did her best moronic act.

"May I ask why?"

"He's no good. He is a monster. Playing with women's hearts and leaving them heartbroken with empty promises. That devilishly handsome face of his is not to be trusted. I don't want you to fall into his traps. I am saying this because I worry about you, Lycra." Trash said, touching her cheek.

Lycra hid her disgust as she cheerfully replied, "Of course, Tras- Trahan. Thank you for telling me. Now I know that I should be more careful around that playboy."

He patted her head.

"Good girl."

Internally, Lycra held back the urge to spit in the Trash's face.

When will this torment be over?!

------

Hours after her guest had left.

Lycra finally emerged from her bathroom. Scrubbed throughly to get rid of the germs the Trash had undoubtedly passed onto her.

She sighed as she flopped onto her bed.

A chat screen appeared, showing that she had a new incoming message.

Player 2:[When do we start?]

Lycra smiled as she replied.

Player 3:[You know we can't kill him yet. He's the fucking Crown Prince. We will be executed for treason. Graham still has to built his influence before we can start making murder plans.]

Player 2:[I know. But I hate that he thinks that he owns you.]

Player 3:[I wish it was your face that I had to look at for the entire afternoon.😘]

Player 2:[😏 I suppose I can arrange something so you can see it all day]

Player 3:[😘😘😘]

Player 2:[😘😘😘]

Player 4:[CAN YOU TWO IDIOTS STOP IT?! I am trying to sleep]

Player 2:[If it wasn't for your stupid brother, I wouldn't have to be away from my lovely Lycra. Start making those nobles beg for you to lead them, Graham. Chop. Chop.]

Player 4:[It's been ONLY A DAY since we came back, you bitch.]

Player 3:[You better start because I already came close to calling him Trash today.]

Player 1:[I thank you for your restraint, Lycra. We don't want to lose you this early in the run.]

Player 2:[The devilish handsome, breaker of hearts, playboy, Killain Darcel has arrived.]

Player 1:[Well my dear sister, silver tongued vixen, destroyer of manhoods, angel who fell from the heavens, Katrina Darcel, please hold back your more murderous tendancies for a bit. I still do not know what Lycra sees in you.]

Player 4:[Who did you kick, Kat?]

Player 2:[Momma's boy]

Player 1:[It was very entertaining. I can't believe that men can emit a scream that high-pitched.]

Player 3:[Marry me.]

Player 2:[Let me get a ring.]

Player 4:[Will you two stop flirting in the message box?]

Player 5:[hello can i ask what magic did you use and can you please get rid of it enter]

Player 3:[Darena, is that you?]

Player 5:[yes enter]

Player 2:[Oh my Aristo, she is worse at the quick messages than you, Graham.]

Player 4:[Yes! I am no longer going to be mocked for my lack of skills.]

Player 3:[Says the one who still don't know how to make the little faces]

Player 4:[Yes, I can. (^○^) See?]

Player 1:[Graham, I say this respectfully. You are shit at it]

Player 2:[ 👏 👏 👏 Bravo. Bravo, my dear brother]

Player 3:[You drop this 🏆, Killain]

Player 1:[😎]

Player 5:[😀😃😄😁😆😸😸😸 enter]

Player 4:[Darena, how the fuck did you get the little faces!?]

Player 5:[i don't know i hit something by accident and it changed into a page filled with the pictures enter]

Player 1:[Darena, you don't have to write in enter every time you want to send your message into the message box. Just touch the arrow ⬆️.]

Player 5:[i see thank you]

Player 2:[Darena, I am coming over tomorrow to explain everything.]

Player 3:[I will also come.]

Player 5:[i will tell the servents to expect you]

Player 4:[ (;_;) Darena, please tell me what you did to get the faces]

Player 5:[🙃 No]

[megistusdiary]

h-hi!

I'm completely obsessed with Tighnari (he's my main now) so.. may I ask you a Tighnari x reader x Cyno? if it's okay with you a smut would be perfect 🥺 i just need Tighnari spanking my ass while Cyno enjoys the view and who knows, join as well?

hit that mega slay button for the tighnari mains 🙏

THIS TURNED OUT SO LONG OH MY WORD. this might be my longest piece honestly, good god.

also, ik this does not exactly follow the prompt perfectly but i had this idea in the middle of my anatomy midterm exam and i needed somewhere to put it so....this is what you're getting 😇 enjoy the plot and many words please

cyno and tighnari fuck and tighnari fucks you 👍 if you're not interested in that, scroll away. we support the lgbt community here ty

warnings: dom!cyno, switch!tighnari, switch!fem anatomy/pronouns reader

penetration/fingering (reader and tighnari receiving ohoho), oral (reader receiving), a little biting, rough sex lol, condom/oil usage 🙏, praising, petnames, a little spanking, orgasm control

cyno gently brushed a hand through tighnari's hair, carding his fingers through the strands as the fennec leaned towards him, resting his head on his lap.

"i can't believe you actually got him to take a break." you murmured in awe as cyno's lips quirked up into the faintest of smiles. "you know, most people would be terrified to nap on the general mahamatra's lap."

"would you be?" cyno asked as you grinned, shaking your head as you continued to work on your report.

"not a chance. you might be all big and scary out in the desert, but all i see now is a big softie cuddling in a blanket." your eyes twinkled with mirth as cyno hummed.

"would you still cuddle me when i am that big scary guy out in the desert?" cyno teased.

you paused to ponder, tapping your finger on your chin. "definitely."

your idle chat seemed to stir tighnari, ears flicking on his head as he stretched out on the sofa. "what are you two going on about now?" he grumbled, sitting up.

"nothing. how was your nap?" you watched tighnari rub the sleepiness from his eyes stifling a yawn.

"actually pleasant for once. usually there's always something or other to come banging on my door to wake me up." cyno smiled a little at this, moving the blanket off to stand up. "where are you going?" tighnari asked with narrowed eyes.

"outside for some fresh air. you got so warm under the blanket, i thought i'd been transported back to the desert." cyno dodged tighnari's hand swatting out towards him, watching him step outside.

it was quiet for a moment as tighnari folded the knit blanket. you cleared your throat, setting your quill down. "you two are cute together."

"who? me and him?" tighnari scoffed, barely hiding his shock. "don't be ridiculous. cyno rarely ever visits. i'd beg to differ that he only visited because you're here." tighnari's eyes flitted over to yours as you pursed your lips, neck feeling warm.

"what makes you say that? besides you two were cuddling this whole time. you can't tell me anything." you watched tighnari's cheeks dust over with red as his ears went flat to his head.

"i heard you two the whole time, you know." tighnari shrugged, standing to put the blanket away. "regardless, i can tell when two people are flirting. you two are so obvious and yet so, so oblivious." he walked off to the kitchen, desperately seeking an excuse to escape that conversation, leaving you flustered at the desk.

you sighed, frustrated as you moved your papers aside. you originally came to visit tighnari with the hopes of finally confessing to him. you hadn't expected cyno to plan a visit at the same time.

you didn't expect to rekindle the attraction you felt for cyno the last time you had seen him.

but it was obvious that they had feelings for one another anyways, so what chance did you have with either one of them? "ahh, stupid, stupid." you lightly smacked your forehead, internally chastising yourself for getting into this predicament.

you let your head flop onto your hand, staring at the lampshade. "what am i gonna do?" you mumbled to yourself, letting your free hand play with the feathers on the quill.

cyno leaned against the doorframe silently, listening in unbeknownst to you, knowing tighnari was doing the same thing in the kitchen.

cyno and tighnari were not unfamiliar with midnight trysts and weekends spent hidden away from the desert in tighnari's comfortable forest home.

though the topic of you always managed to come up, tighnari nervous to confess, afraid that he would ruin your friendship. cyno was simply concerned that you would find the idea of sharing a relationship with two men undesirable.

cyno's observant ruby eyes narrowed as he watched tighnari return from the kitchen with a kettle full of tea.

you raised your head to look at the man, hands shaky as he set the kettle down. "i um, thought you both might be thirsty, so i brewed some tea. you're welcome to have some if you'd like." he offered politely, and you accepted as expected.

tighnari pulled two cups from the cabinet, filling them up to the brim with the bitter smelling tea, sliding the newly purchased sugar pot towards you.

"sugar?" you asked, curiously as tighnari's face turned pink.

"you always complain that my tea isn't sweet enough, and i wouldn't want you to have to drink bitter tea all the time."

"i don't even visit that often, will this sugar really last that long?" you arched your eyebrows.

"well, maybe it's my way of saying that you should come around more often." tighnari forced out quickly, watching your eyes grow wide. your cheeks felt warm to the touch as you accidentally dropped the sugar spoon on the table. "careful!" tighnari reached forward to grab it as you suddenly covered his hand with your own.

"do you...do you really mean that?" you timidly mumbled as tighnari's tail thumped against the carpet, giving away how fast his heart was beating in his chest.

"as long as that's a good thing, then yes. if not, just forget i said it, because i know it's just ridiculous of me to say that and-"

you cut him off by pressing your palms to his cheeks, gently cradling his face. "tighnari, i've had a massive crush on you for like forever."

tighnari's lips fell open in a silent gasp as you leaned towards him across the table, slowly closing the gap between the two of you.

cyno watched still from the door, eager to see where this would lead. he was curious when you would ask-

"but what about cyno?" you commented.

"what do you mean?"

"i mean, come on. i know you two are a thing." tighnari began to speak, though you cut him off. "don't deny it. not with me, you know i know you."

tighnari seemed uncomfortable as he played with his fingers underneath the table. "it's a bit...complicated. we are together, yes, but i was afraid of confessing because i didn't know how you would see the idea of being in a relationship with both of us."

"both of you? but, cyno likes you, not me. that's just-"

"he's right." cyno finally stepped in, closing the door behind him as you fell silent. "it's been unbearably difficult to lie to your face. i tried dropping hints all the time, but you never picked them up. just like all those dirty clothes on your floor." his expression remained stoic as tighnari rolled his eyes.

"so...just to clarify. you both are in a relationship-" you paused as cyno nodded. "but you still like me? how does that even work?"

"it's like this." cyno sat down next to you, putting his helmet off to the side. "of course tighnari and i are very happy together." he reached across the table, gesturing for tighnari to hold his hand. the fennec man begrudgingly interlaced his fingers with the general, earning him a rare smile.

"but?"

"but, we would be happier with you too." cyno held his other hand out towards you, motioning for you to take it. you gingerly placed your palm in his, allowing him to link your fingers together. "it would be more complete."

"don't they say three is a crowd?" you frowned as tighnari leaned forward, brushing the hair away from your eyes.

"not if they're the people closest to your heart." tighnari hummed as you looked down at your lap, shyness overtaking you as your face felt like it was on fire. oh, you needed to cool down right now.

cyno ran his thumb over your knuckles, feeling you grip his hand a little tighter.

the feeling of his skin against yours, even the slightest touch had you rubbing your thighs together ever so slightly, shifting where you sat on your knees on the carpet. tighnari's tongue darted out to wet his lips as cyno's eyes flitted between the both of you.

"i'll tell you what, i have a fun little game for us to play, hm? it's a usual secret fantasy of tighnari's. if you're up for it, of course." cyno unlinked your fingers to carefully grip your chin, tilting it to meet his gaze.

your lips parted as you nodded, eyes going glassy when his thumb swiped over your bottom lip. he leaned in towards you, breath ghosting over the shell of your ear. "i want the both of you to put on a little show for me, hm? do you think you can manage that?"

you nodded, heart racing as cyno pressed a gentle kiss to the side of your head, chuckling softly to himself. tighnari watched the both of you, ears twitching on his head as he felt his pants growing the slightest bit tighter.

your gaze switched over to tighnari, slowly standing with cyno's assistance as he guided you both to tighnari's private quarters.

the bed was large enough for the three of you easily, though it seemed cyno had opted instead to pull an armchair over to the corner of the room, watching tighnari gently pull you onto his lap on the bed.

he placed his hands on the sides of your face, leaning in to allow your noses to touch. "may i?"

"yes." you barely breathed the word out before tighnari pushed forward, melding your lips as your heavy eyes shut, leaning towards him.

it wasn't long before the kiss turned heated, his tongue swiping over your lips and hands snaking under your shirt to grip your hips.

you could feel him moving you slowly on his lap, grinding against you as you whined. "shh, don't be so impatient." tighnari cooed, moving a hand to stroke the side of your face lovingly.

you continued to push against him, causing a low growl to build up in his chest as he suddenly landed a slap on your clothed ass, making you jump in shock. "tighnari-" your eyes were blown wide, lust clouding the color. you had never seen this side of the forest ranger before.

tighnari gripped your chin firmer this time. "i will not repeat myself again, my dear. behave for me."

you allowed tighnari to continue pressing feverish kisses down your neck, nibbling at your collarbones until cyno intruded. "as perfect as this is, i think i'd like to see something a little more...well less. on both of you." cyno commented, though it was more of an order as tighnari immediately began undressing the both of you, tugging at your shirt and pulling it over your head.

you had no time to feel shy as tighnari pulled all of his intricate layers and accessories off, giving both you and cyno a rather enticing show.

it surprised you, however, when tighnari went fully nude, tossing his undergarments in cyno's direction with a sassy smirk as your eyes went wide.

you couldn't help but stare. he was just so pretty.

"you too, sweetheart." cyno gestured towards you as you tried to object, but tighnari's hands were already pulling your undergarments off, peeling your panties down your legs.

you averted your eyes as tighnari stared at you. he couldn't help but lean forward to press a gentle kiss on your clit.

you jumped, gasping at the sudden stimulation as tighnari smiled against your pussy. "tighnari-" you watched as he fully dropped to his knees, pulling you to the edge of the bed and draping your knees over his shoulders.

cyno leaned forward, seeking a better view as tighnari lightly lapped over your folds a few times, spreading your slick across your cunt as you whined, body going stiff.

tighnari's ears pressed back against his scalp as he circled your clit slowly, pressing tender, wet kisses to your skin, occasionally traveling to your inner thighs and back. your hands itched to grip his hair as he slid his tongue over your hole, collecting more of your slick, smearing it over his lips and nose tip.

your back arched as tighnari continued to lick across your pussy, humming into your folds and feeling you jolt, hands gripping the bedsheets tightly. "fuck-" you sighed, feeling your orgasm slowly building.

that was the moment cyno decided to stop you, gently placing his hand on tighnari's head, tugging his head back as he released a whiny moan. his lips were shiny with your slick, eyes glassy as he stared back at cyno.

"go ahead and get on the bed for me." cyno told him, watching him slowly stand, knees red from kneeling on the hardwood floors. you moved further up the bed to accommodate the man who crawled on his hands and knees.

you watched curiously as tighnari arched his back, pressing his chest into the bedsheets and waiting with bated breath as cyno observed him, slowly stripping himself in front of them both.

he originally decided to wear a sweater tighnari had purchased for him some time ago, not used to the chilly and moist forest air.

cyno's body was slowly revealed to you and tighnari, his toned chest, leading down to his stomach and the slight patch of white hair below his navel making your mouth water.

"go ahead and keep doing what you were, tighnari." he ordered as tighnari suddenly pulled you forwards, burying his head back in your cunt, feeling you keen against him. "where's the oil?" tighnari's tail suddenly started swishing at that question.

"left dresser, top drawer in the very back." tighnari answered seamlessly, raising two of his fingers to slide through your folds and collect your wetness before probing one around your hole.

he slowly eased it into you, feeling you tense up as he pressed kisses to your clit and thighs. "shh, be good for me, you can take it." tighnari softly whispered into your thigh, feeling you slowly relax, eyes closing as tighnari slowly moved the digit, allowing you to become accustomed to the intrusion.

tighnari's ears perked up at the sound of the oil bottle clicking as cyno poured some onto his fingers, rubbing them together to warm the oil up.

tighnari shook his hips to the sides a bit in anticipation as he carefully slid another finger into you, lapping over your clit to ease the pain of the stretch.

you were babbling nonsense, eyes now open to watch cyno position himself behind tighnari, hands spreading his thighs open further and pushing his chest down into the bed. cyno was just as powerful here as he was on the battlefield, clearly observed as he maneuvered tighnari to his liking.

he gently swiped his finger over tighnaris half-hard cock, feeling it twitch under his touch before bringing his fingers over his hole, slowly circling the rim. he heard tighnari gasp when cyno slowly pushed in, teasing him again and again.

tighnari carefully scissored his fingers inside of you, hoping to stretch you open to better take his cock as you whimpered.

cyno focused on oiling tighnari's hole up, gently pressing a finger of his own into him, stroking his tail with the other hand as tighnari whined into your pussy, fingers stopping for a moment as he became accustomed to the feeling.

"cyno-" tighnari whined as cyno suddenly slapped his thigh.

"focus on what you're doing." cyno warned as tighnari huffed, moving his fingers again, putting all of his concentration back into pleasuring you.

you were close, slightly shaking as tighnari's fingers scraped over your g-spot. "fuck, tighnari, tighnari, i'm gonna-"

"come for me, come on." tighnari urged, speeding up his motions as cyno slowed to allow him to fully focus.

cyno moved his free hand to his own cock, slowly stroking himself with the excess oil, grunting as he watched you release over tighnari's digits and tongue, gently fucking his fingers into you and allowing you to ride out your high.

you trembled on the bed, limbs feeling like jelly as you struggled to catch your breath. tighnari's head fell forward, leaning on your thigh as cyno started moving the digits in his hole again, stretching him out and searching for his prostate.

cyno smirked once he found it, abusing it by continuing to put pressure on it until tighnari was arching deeply on his own, moaning out garbles of cyno's name and pleas. "cyno, cyno, please, please, let me- please!"

you pondered if this was a usual occurrence between them, observing cyno withdraw his fingers as tighnari cried out frustrated. "cyno, that's not fair." he huffed.

"life's not fair. besides, don't you want to fulfill that fantasy, sweetheart?" he leaned down to kiss tighnari's cheek before standing to grab condoms from the drawer that contained the oil.

he ripped the packaging open with his teeth, sliding one on his own dick before tossing the other to tighnari who opened it with his fingers.

tighnari pulled a pillow under your hips as you wiggled around, still sensitive from your orgasm as you felt his tip at your entrance. "ready?" he asked as you nodded.

"please." you gazed up at him, feeling him lean to connect your lips while he pushed into you.

you gasped, lips opening and allowing tighnari to slip his tongue into your mouth. you both sighed as tighnari slowly stretched you out, hands gripping at the sheets and eyes shutting tight as he kept his hands pressed to your hips.

"so good, so tight." he moaned out, grinding his cock up into you, giving you ample time to adjust until you moved your hips against his.

as soon as you started begging for him, he began fucking you with more fervor, watching your body bounce as his hips snapped against yours.

you called out his name, eyes glazed over as he worried his lip between his teeth, fucking you like it was his life's purpose.

the second he found your g-spot, he knew by your reaction, feeling your body shake from the overstimulation against the area as he began abusing the spot similar to how cyno treated him as you practically screamed. tighnari immediately connected your lips to quiet you.

cyno watched the both of you, slowly stroking his cock, pleased to see tighnari making you fall apart so effortlessly as he moved to brush hair away from your sweaty faces, pressing kisses to the crown of both of your heads.

you barely had time to warn tighnari about this orgasm, head whipping back as you clenched around him, coming hard and feeling tighnari almost collapse onto you as he shuddered.

"archons-" he softly sobbed as he struggled to hold off his orgasm, refusing to come until he had cyno's permission.

tighnari slowly slid his dick out, painfully hard as cyno stroked his cheek. "good boy, such a good boy for me." his words were fuzzy to both yours and tighnari's ears as he praised the fennec man who let a lazy smile spread over his face. "i think you've more than earned your reward." he positioned himself behind tighnari, watching him collapse onto you to present himself to cyno.

tighnari stiffened as cyno pressed into him, body shaking on you as his hard dick rubbed against your thighs. you gently stroked his hair, cooing at him softly in your post-orgasm bliss as tighnari was reduced to a whiny, trembling mess, desperate to come.

cyno gave him a moment to adjust to the thickness before grinding up into him, watching him arch a little more and wiggle his hips as he gripped his tail, stroking the fur and fucking his hips against him. his heavy balls smacked against tighnari's ass, cock bobbing against your thighs as he shook with every thrust.

"good boy, so good." you smiled down at tighnari who stared up at you with glassy eyes. you were shocked at what a mess cyno could make of the normally oh so composed tighnari. you were indeed intrigued to see more of this side of the forest watcher.

"oh, please, please, come, can i? can i come, cyno, please?" tighnari begged, feeling cyno grind into his prostate. "cyno!" he whined, high pitched as cyno hummed.

"come for me." cyno answered. and oh, tighnari did. another deep grind to his prostate and your thighs rubbing against his dick had him coming into the condom wrapped around his dick, completely collapsing into the mattress as cyno continued to fuck him.

"cyno- no more."

"you know how this goes, honey." cyno leaned down. "you can come, if i let you, but that doesn't mean we're done, my sweet prince."