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OMG THE FALKAN IS THE SPIDERSILK GUY ISN’T HE ISN’T HE OH M GOODNESS I CANT EVEN THATS WHY HE SEEMS OLD AND YOUNG KNOWS AND DOESNT ITS THE FINAL THREAD ISNT IT
#edit update I was right#tower of Dawn#tod#falkan#tab#the assassins blade#first read#currently reading#reading reacts#read with me#screaming in Wyvern fangirl#tog series#the way these connect and long arc and storytelling I can’t even genius Sarah I love you#ps no spoilers please
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Echoing @hamartia-grander
Some BG3 players: "Wyll is useless in combat!"
Skill issue.
#This was a tactician Karlach origin duo run#Wyll was the only companion in party#He carried most of the run#just... learn to play better please#PS luck of the far realms wasn't used in any of the rolls cuz they were all crits already#crit fishing builds baby#wyll ravengard#wyll#baldur's gate 3#bg3#bg3 spoiler
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"you drive me NUTS, Touden!!"
referenced from this new girl scene
#PLEASE let me know if this isn't readable. i do not understand how tumblr resizes images at all#also sorry if it's a little ooc for both of them but i just HAD to do this scene and these two fit the best#PS i'm an anime only watcher so no spoilers please. but through osmosis tumblr has convinced me to make labru content#despite having no skin in the game at all#in fact i think it's funnier unrequited (sorry)#dungeon meshi#delicious in dungeon#labru#labru fanart#comic art#comics#art#kurart#fanart#artists on tumblr#laios touden#kabru dungeon meshi#new girl#pov you hate drawing any kind of consistent nose
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Well I'm flattered by the comparison.
law and order svu season 24 episode 14, "dutch tears"
#please for the love of god ignore the colouring#i forgot to save the fucking ps files and it crashed before i could edit them as a set#i am an absolute noob at ps#this took way too long#law and order svu#svu#svu spoilers#fin tutuola#odafin tutuola#terry bruno#john munch#ice t#kevin kane#richard belzer#i miss their partnership so much#bsgifs
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this fic has me in a chokehold I swear
(alternate under the cut)
#alex rider#alex rider devil and the deep blue sea#devil alex rider#this is from chapter 31#but honestly i have no idea if they match their physical descriptions at the time#pongnosis#also no spoilers please#im only on chapter 74#ps the name of the file is flight to stockholm :)
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Tagging @ellstersmash @fangbangerghoul @lisa-and-shadow @staticpallour @soloavengers and anyone else who sees this and wants to share a wip! Love to see what everyone is working on ☺️
He wakes but not fully. Hands fly to his temples to ease away the constant throbbing of a headache, and stir himself to full consciousness. Sitting up, he blinks with blurred vision, and the blurrier recollection of where he last set his glasses.
“Oh good, you’re finally awake.” A voice he recognizes as Marian’s from the Nameless Village sets him at ease. “Here, drink. And you might want these.” She hands him his glasses and everything is right again when he prods them up his nose.
“Thank you, Marian. You are too kind,” Killian replies as he accepts the warm cup of tea.
“How is it that you know my name?” Marian’s hands fall to her hips as she eyes him with the same curiosity he’d found in her prior.
“You told me last we met.” The steam from his cup quivers and shakes with the steady blow of his breath. “Do you not remember?”
“We have never met,” she scoffs. “You must be mistaking me for someone else. You did hit your head quite hard I assume with what Srail told us. Found you face first in the dirt between here and Vernworth, he did.”
“No. I am most certain we know one another. I still have your book.”
“I am afraid you are mistaken.”
Uninterested in arguing on the topic, Killian focuses on more important matters. “Pray tell, where is the Arisen?”
“Dead I presume. The world’s gone to shite. Monsters are everywhere, dragons aplenty, and the sea is the sky. One moment the sky was bright as any other and the next, poof, complete red tinged shite. Haven’t seen the sun in a week.” She wanders over to the window and pulls back the curtain, revealing the red hazed outdoors.
#dd2#dragon’s dogma 2#I’ll tag#dd2 spoilers just in case#but this is very vague#bear writes#oc: quil#ascension ch 6 wip#ps if anyone does or doesn’t want tagged please let me know!
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(Okay, so I'm almost halfway through Translation State and I just... why do these three make me feel so much?! I need someone to talk to about this but no one in my life is reading it (yet), so, welp, here we go)
There is just something about the way Reet just lives his life feeling like there is something so deeply wrong with him & like he never fits in with anyone & how he admires Enae for hir social skills (we love a neurodivergent king)
While Enae (my child adult) - for whom it was a necessity to grow these antennae to feel out everyone's moods before they even enter the room and to act accordingly - is maybe just a little too good at keeping hir cards close to hir chest and fitting in and acting in precisely the way others expect of hir... (although sie's learning and growing and all that, but that's a whole different post)
But Enae doesn't seem to mind Reet's mannerisms and actually appreciates him being unable to do anything but speak his mind
and we don't get much of Reet's reaction here but just- my heart 😭😵💫😖💞 (screaming, crying, throwing up, etc)
[*insert "I've only had Enae, Reet and Qven for 1 week, but if anything happened to them I would kill everyone in this room and then myself" meme here* *side eyes AL who surely wouldn't dream of harming any of my children*]
#translation state#imperial radch#translation state spoilers#please just#someone talk to me about them i cant do this omg#and i need to finish this book so i can actually look at the tags properly#but its so good and it brings me so much joy so i started grieving it halfway through and like#i lowkey dont want to finish it???#ps my only complaint is the 'sie' pronoun because my native language is german and i feel like i am constantly misgendering enae in my head#but after this i might just start establishing gender neutral sie#we deserve it#also words like niblings and nuncles make up for it they hold a very special place in my heart
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The absolute tragedy of being an epileptic spider verse fan.
#I didn’t have epilepsy when the first one came out :(#and I was about to go see it in the theatre when I realized… oh…. that’s not safe anymore#anybody relate?#anyways I think I’ll be ok to watch it in a bright room when there’s a good upload of it#I’ve been dodging spoilers like the matrix#alas#this is my life#across the spider verse#ATSV#PS if anybody knows where I can watch it that’s NOT a dark noisy theater please genuinely let me know lmao#reblogs welcome btw I’m looking for people to complain/pirate with
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"Live, Fenrys," said Aelin.
"Live, Manon," said Asterin.
"Live, Aelin," said Elide.
"Live."
#Kingdom of Ash#Kingdom of Ash quotes#Sarah J. Maas#Live Fenrys#Live Manon#Live Aelin#Live#Fenrys Moonbeam#Aelin Galathynius#Manon Blackbeak#Asterin Blackbeak#Elide Lochan#the hardest best thing you will ever do#the power in this one word line#and it becoming the quote of this book (of all books)#now I know what my next tattoo is and my new mantra and you best believe it’s getting an entire post when I’m finally done with the book#first Aelin saying it last Aelin hearing it#and Asterin beautiful sweet beloved Asterin#quotes that changed my life#get up#you do not yield#my name is and I am not afraid#there was a princess who loved her kingdom very much#we try we fight#together#to whatever end#we are the thirteen#ps yes hi im alive lol#no spoilers please I’m almost done#the words almost form a heart🥹
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Welcome to Newt's current hyperfixation smoothie - as I got my buddy Syber into Transformers recently & while we are reading through "Transformers: More Than Meets the Eye" (Lost Light) currently, my brain is pulling up all the other robot-focused media I am very fond of at the same time. "Medabots", "Nier Automata", "Robots" (yes, that movie)...
... all I'm saying is - if I draw some mecha in the near future, you know why. 👀
#newt's ramblings#No spoilers on the Lost Light boys please!#I am only 20 issues in!!#but if you want to know my favourites so far...#it's Swerve - Whirl - Rung#in that order#(I also saw my boys Wasp & Blitzwing in some panels & that made me incredibly happy!)#(I hope I'll get to see more of them!!)#ps: yes my favourite versions of Wasp & Blitzwing are from TFA but I appreciate them on a multiverse level#can't say the same for MTMTE Prowl though#TFA Prowl would go for his kneecaps
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should i read homestuck
i did want to say no avoid it at all costs but in all seriousness if you're thinking about it enough to send an ask i would say yeah !! the beginning goes by pretty fast if you're enjoying reading it, so you aren't really losing a whole lot of time if you choose to stop !! or at least not noticing that you're losing it dsjfhjk
im personally really enjoying it but i find some aspects to be really unpleasantly outdated like umm
i do definitely have to give a warning that the r slur is used gratuitously especially by dave. not to the point where it's like unreadable but it could really do without it
and the way vriska is characterized early on is pretty upsetting. she says a lot of ableist shit towards tavros in particular which made me initially dislike her but that seems to be mostly not a thing anymore at the point that im at. im not sure if a lot of people agree with this but i personally think hussie was just trying to write her to be kind of an asshole and ended up writing her like . that . whether it be his own views at the time showing through or a poor narrative choice i do not know
if you need a triggers list or anything im sure i could find one
#homestuck tag#ps im only on like page 3100 so on the off chance anyone sees this please avoid spoilers past that#i would probably hate vriska if i hadnt seen a really solid defense for her that put things into a new perspective#i was she kinda like me fr'd into liking this gayass character#sorry for talking about vriska more than anything else she's just silly#ask#jan fiona li toki
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#i'm just... beyond baffled#i was 100% expecting f*llout show to be cringe and trash#and then the first five eps were just SO GOOD??#like the worldbuilding... the sets... the characters... the references..#everything was just enjoyable#and then along comes ep 6 which just... dropped into EXACTLY the sort of garbage i expected the show would be#and then the eps after that just... struggled.#previous characterization was thrown out the window#i'm not even mad i'm just so... confused how they did that#like that one garbage writer did one episode and destroyed the show#the two writers who came after couldn't salvage it any longer#please... why?#it's so so so sad#but i'm not gonna rant about it...#also ps SPOILER: i'm lowkey butthurt that they brought in michael emerson just to kill him so fast :(((#i was looking forward to him adventuring with his dog but noooo
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The way Sanji looks at Luffy is a mother saw a lost child🥺 I watched the One Piece live-action some time ago, and I love it😍 I only started to read the manga recently, so please don't spoiler it.
PS. I ship Zoro/Sanji💚💛
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"I am the Wizard Sky." What power then, that that great firmament might rain down. […] Whose weightless weight we bear each day upon our shoulders. […] Wisdom in the watchfulness of a constant partner, ever above, defined by its distance. […] A partner, in a dance, to sustain the world forever. […] The sky holds all things. Let it be known that vastness is yours. Those who have destiny curse it, but what burden, to be able to chose any path under the Sun.
@quiddie please tell her I love her!!!
Making my way through @worldsbeyondpod and it very quickly took its place in the pantheon of my very favorite stories, ever. PS I am still at the beginning of arc 2, please don't put spoilers in the tags when you reblog, thank you!!
#suvirin kedberiket#suvi the wizard#suvi kedberiket#suvi wbn#Suvi worlds beyond number#the wizard sky#aabria iyengar#worlds beyond number#the tower of the glove#quiddie#Suvi the wizard sky#wizard#podcast#wbn fanart#worlds beyond number fanart#wbn pod#wbn spoilers#worlds beyond number spoilers#the wizard the witch and the wild one#wwwo#wwwo fanart#wwwo spoilers#the wizard the witch and the wild one fanart#wbn art#wwwo art#illustration#procreate#dnd#dnd art#d&d
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not particularly a hot take, but i dont think most people understand the difference between an intelligent design, a playful set of possibilities, and a "put things in the same room" situation.
It's about the level of intentional interrelatedness between different parts of something that can result in synergy, the final creation becoming more than what each part is alone. An intelligent design is when every part harmoniously corresponds to all the other components present, you have up to 70-80% seamless playoff, and not only what you have is functional, it's beautiful in its design.
A playful set of possibilities is a fun little thing that gives you a 50-50 situation; it might work, it might not, there's enough correspondence happening on the context to keep you entertained, and the possibility of some stuff working kerps it exciting and keeps you going. it is not an intelligent design and it doesn't work as a sustainable thing– it's just fun.
a "put things in the same room together" is purely a game of chance, and often a disastrous one– there's next to zero planning and intentional action going on here. You can have an estimation of function anywhere from 1.5% to 50%, but not anything more usually, because most people put in everything in the room at the same time and so there's a higher chance of stuff clashing, there's very little subtle approach in this context.
anyway what i'm saying is, star wars original trilogy counts as an intelligent design. Mandalorian season 1 & 2 counts as a playful set of possibilities, and everything else after mando s2 is "putting stuff in the same room together".
#and like#yeah it's frustrating to see Disney writers expecting people to take Disney era star wars as intelligent designs lmao#you've been selling flimsy narrative possibilities for awhile and it stopped being fun after mando s2#star wars#ps. FELLAS I HAVE NOT WATCHED MANDO S3 AND I DO NOT PLAN TO FOR NOW PLEASE DONT PUT SPOILERS IN THE TAGS THANKS!!
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TOO SWEET. | LAIOS TOUDEN
synopsis ━━ after accepting his new title, your moments alone with laios start to become a rarity. it was hard for him to find time, making him long for the days in the dungeon with you. and now, the kisses between you two were quick and desperate, until one night...when a very tired laios just can't seem to ignore you. (laios x f!reader.)
content warnings ━━ cunnilingus + fingering, praise, size kink, reader on top, unprotected sex, creampie, cum eating, yearning + sexual tension, laios and reader haven't boinked in a bit, monster facts as dirty talk ofc, confession, mentions of dubious consent in 5th paragraph (from when the winged lion switched into laios's body). nsfw (minors + ageless blogs dni).
word count ━━ 5.4k
song inspiration ━━ howl, florence + the machine / oil & water, pvris / love story, taylor swift
author's note ━━ THIS ONE-SHOT CONTAINS MANGA SPOILERS FOR THE ENDING OF DUNGEON MESHI! YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED! okay, part 3 (and final part) of my laios series is here! like the other parts, this could be read as a standalone, if you want. my plan for part 3 was to make it vague in case ppl who haven’t read the manga want to read it, but that kinda went out the window. I highly encourage everyone to read the manga if you want more of the story, it gets so interesting! I'm a SUCKER for a knight x ruler ship, so that's what you're getting in this!! I've enjoyed writing this little connected series so much and it really pushed me to start writing reader one-shots! if it hadn't been for all the ppl in the dungeon meshi fandom who read my work, I probably wouldn't have started this. this anime + manga has become one of my absolute favorites!! I hope you guys enjoy this! ps: don't worry, I will be writing more laios in the future 😉
🪽 part i: PLEASE, EAT. / part ii: FORBIDDEN FRUIT. / part iii: TOO SWEET.
After what felt like years, all was right in the world when the Island’s dungeon was destroyed and the Golden Kingdom finally rose from the sea. You had gotten to know Laios – in more ways than one – throughout your journey inside the dungeon, which had left you terrified at some points, especially when you almost lost him. But it hadn’t surprised you when the people had declared him King of a land that was thought to have been perished 1000 years ago. With everything he sacrificed, Laios – the devour of monsters, the destroyer of demons – was the only right person to rule.
With the help of Marcille, Senshi, Chilchuck, and even more friends met along the way, Laios was advised thoroughly as he undertook the stresses of establishing the Golden Kingdom once again. He had to deal with villager problems, instituting the economy, and keeping an eye on the monsters that took residence in surrounding lands. He watched them from his bedroom window on the farthest tower of the castle, admiring the beasts that warded off any threats to the kingdom. But his passion had become the production and preservation of food throughout his land, specifically in regards to magic and monsters. He made sure not one person in the Golden Kingdom went hungry, even if it killed him someday.
Most days were spent researching with his advisors or sitting in the throne room, listening to villagers' pleas for more building materials, better water, or whatever else they came up with that day. Laios made sure to listen to every ask, but he had to admit – just talking to people was exhausting. He never regretted his decision to become King, but sometimes … he longed for the days in the dungeons, tearing into whatever monster they cooked up that night, fighting alongside you, holding your hand or kissing you … tasting you.
Like your former party members, you had taken up residence in the castle as Laios’s chief knight and sworn protector. It made sense, given the fact that you had saved him with your crossbow on several occasions in the dungeon. You frequented by his side, except when he was in his own chambers. You led him to meetings, walked with him through the streets of the kingdom, protected him if any threats arose. Ever since you took up this mantle, your moments alone together had become rare. There had been one night: after Laios was safe and sound in the walls of the castle … that you shared his bed with him, tears streaming down your face because you had been so worried for him, but it didn’t matter anymore now that he was safe, and healing, and pounding into you so hard that it left you both gasping for air. Besides that, the only encounters you had alone were fleeting, consisting of swift, passionate kisses and rough squeezes in dark corners. You two hadn’t been intimate in any sense of the word since … well, since the Winged Lion was defeated.
Just the memory of the demon made you shiver. You remembered when the Wing Lion had switched into Laios’s body and granted his true desire to become a monster. Before trying to escape the dungeon, he had tried fooling all the party members that he really was Laios and he almost fooled you. You recalled the way he had tried to kiss you – probably devouring your own desires right from your mouth – and how his hands so eagerly tried to slip underneath your skirt, finding you already aching and ready for your lover, just needing to be touched after being so distraught over Laios’s wellbeing. But you recognized the foreign contact from a mile away, and you had pushed him back, screaming at the Winged Lion to bring back your Laios.
You shook yourself out of the memory as you walked Laios back to his bed chambers that night. His stomach was full from dinner, but he was also worn out from a long day of meeting with his advisors. Marcille had really chewed into him about something today, but you weren’t sure of the reason. Holding open the door to his room for him, you caught his tired, lingering gaze before he disappeared inside. You swallowed hard, stationing yourself outside his door, your fingers on the handle of your sword. Nights like these were hard. They were lonely. It was just you out here, manning the King’s chambers, with nothing but the memory of his mouth between your legs or his groans echoing in your ears.
His half-lidded eyes tonight had you reeling, squeezing your thighs together as you tried to forget about how much you wanted him. It had been almost two weeks since he last kissed you. And that kiss had been quick, desperate, two people colliding in the small, unlit closet used by the maids.
Your hand enclosed around the hilt of your sword, and you nodded at two other guards walking past. If you kept losing yourself to daydreams like this, there was no way you’d be focused enough to protect Laios from an immediate threat. That’s what mattered after all: the King’s protection … the King’s protection … the King. Surely, it wasn’t wise to be so entranced with the new King of the Golden Kingdom as his sworn sword. And again, you understood why you were picked. But it was nights like this where you really wished you had just been … his lover. Hell, you’d even survive with just being a lady of the court if it meant no more secret meetings in closets.
You could’ve dwelled on this predicament for hours, if the door to the Laios’s chambers wasn’t opening.
You turned immediately, your hand on the hilt of your sword going tight. But it was just Laios, leaning against the open door and rubbing at his tired eyes. He had shed his fancy clothes for a nightshirt and loose-fitting drawers. His hair had grown a bit longer, and he refused to cut it out of spite. The way it was sticking out right now, pushed back slightly by his hand … you swore you could feel your knees buckling.
“Your Grace?” You greeted, remaining professional, until you saw that look in his eyes again. That tired, lingering gaze. Full of want, and care, and desperation for another body against his.
His eyes crinkled, and he couldn’t help but chuckle at your call. “Please, do not feel the need to call me that at this hour.” He then held out his hand, beckoning you closer.
Swallowing hard, your eyes flicker down the barren hallway before taking his hand, letting him lead you inside his bed chambers. This was the moment you’d been waiting for so long. His movements were calculated, deliberate, as he slowly shut the large door. You unhooked your belt and scabbard, setting them by the door. As you turned to him, he was already in front of you, helping you take off your armor. His fingers were slow, not in a hurry, as he fiddled with the metal fasteners. He struggled with some clasps, muttering under his breath, and you laughed softly. Each piece was set delicately on the ground, and then he was lifting off your chainmail as if it weighed nothing. You sometimes wondered how you were able to walk around with such heavy material every day since taking up this mantle.
Finally, you were left in nothing but your clothes beneath the armor: a loose red tunic and suede trousers. The relaxed nature in his eyes vanished, replaced by an intense hunger, mirroring the stance of a wolf. Laios was rushing towards you, pushing you against the wall, and pressing his mouth onto yours. You matched his desire tenfold, winding your hands into his hair as you kissed each other with desperation. His fingers fisted into the sides of your shirt, pulling you against him, while his tongue prodded into your mouth. He groaned immediately. All this time without tasting just a bit of you had him weak in the knees. He’d never go this long without kissing you ever again.
“It’s been weeks,” he muttered between kisses. Gone was the monster-obsessed adventurer who saved you from turning into a sea serpent. He’d been replaced by a King who yearned for your touch the second he saw you every morning.
“Since we last kissed,” you corrected as he pressed your back even further into the cold, stone wall. His lips broke away from yours, leaving a trail of spit connecting you two. You exhaled, “It’s been months since we were alone for longer than two minutes.”
“I know,” he sighed, now nuzzling his cheek against yours, “and I’m sorry. All I want to do is go back to the dungeon … with you. It’s just … there’s no time, and I’m so tired.” His mouth then dragged to the shell of your ear, and you shivered when his hot breath ghosted over the side of your face. “But the way you looked tonight at dinner … I don’t know … it was the way the wine made your face red … no matter how tired I was, I had to have you tonight. I missed you so much.”
You were sure that your cheeks had to be as flushed now as they were at dinner. Just his kiss alone had you wet, already wrapped around his finger. “I missed you too, Laios.”
He hardly gave you a second to continue before he was kneeling in front of you. He couldn’t wait; there was this fierce longing in his eyes that only you could cure. His fingers hooked into the waistband of your trousers as he muttered, “I need to taste you.”
Despite his desperation, he did take a moment to admire how soaked your underwear was, how he had always been the one to cause this. You looked down at him and he looked up at you. With long, expert fingers, Laios tugged your underwear down along with your trousers. Your pussy was absolutely dripping, like a goddamn faucet. A whine escaped his lips, hungry for a taste, and he spread your folds just slightly to see the wetness gather. There were just about a thousand monster dishes he enjoyed, but nothing – absolutely nothing – compared to how delicious you were.
Laios didn’t even give you time to step out of your pants and underwear. He was grasping your hips and burying his face between your legs, pushing you right back against the wall. You choked on a moan, even though you both knew you had to be quiet, but you just couldn’t help yourself. He placed one of your legs on his shoulder to give him better access, and when he finally got the first few drops of you on his tongue, he damn near started crying.
You were exquisite. You were too sweet. Sweet like Dryad fruit.
Grinding your hips against his tongue, you whined out his name and realized how badly you had needed him in this way for weeks. Your hands found purchase in his hair, tugging his face deeper into your pussy. He lapped at you, absolutely ravenous, groaning when more slick entered his mouth. His lips wrapped around your clit and sucked harshly. His fingers dug into your hip, surely bruising you, while his other hand wrapped around your leg and pushed them even further apart.
“Missed the way you tasted,” he muttered before flicking your clit with his tongue. “I could do this for hours.”
You let out a shuddering breath, already hazy from his touch. “Why don’t you then?”
“I want to,” he chuckled, all awkward and blushing. Just the sight of him looking up at you with those pretty eyes while licking a stripe up your pussy had you gasping. “Tomorrow. I promise. I just need to be inside you tonight.”
His promise for tomorrow had your heart fluttering. You both were going to make time again, but he also had more plans for you tonight. This wasn’t going to be just two minutes in a closet. Thinking of him stretching your walls with his girth, pushing into you after all these weeks of yearning for him, of touching yourself whenever you could because you just missed him so much … it all made you start to buck your hips against his tongue again. You knew how much he loved that. You physically felt him smile against you, sucking on your clit once again as he prodded one finger inside your tight warmth.
Your eyes rolled back once he found your g-spot, curling his finger and beginning to pump in and out. “Fuck, Laios, I –”
“Needed this so badly,” he confessed, swirling his tongue around your increasingly swollen clit. His cock was straining against his drawers, precum seeping through the thin fabric, but he wanted you to cum on his tongue first. It’s all he’d been dreaming about. “Needed you.”
“I needed you too,” you whispered, and then felt him add a second finger inside of you. You bit the side of your hand, muffling your moan. “So good – fuck. Doing so good, Laios –”
Your body was starting to shake, your walls clenching around his fingers. Laios was relishing in your taste, teasing your clit in the most delicious way. You were so, so close and he needed this so much and so did you and before you knew it, you were crying out into your hand again. Your pussy went tight as his fingers curled into your g-spot and you came all over his waiting tongue. Laios whimpered when he finally tasted your release, pushing his face as much as he could into your pussy, almost suffocating himself. He licked at you, making sure he got every last drop, and when your hips finally stilled, he pulled his fingers out of you with a wet pop and lapped at the excess.
Sweat ran down your brow as you settled against the wall, trying to calm your breathing. When you opened your eyes, Laios was getting to his feet and towering over you. His hand clasped around your jaw and gave you another bruising kiss, letting you taste yourself on his tongue. It was like he was trying to devour you, to mold both of you into one so you could be together forever.
Carrying you over to the bed, he set you down on top of the blankets and finally tugged your pants and underwear from your ankles. You laughed together when he realized that he had gotten so excited he forgot to rid you of these. "Sorry," he said, setting them down in a pile.
You couldn't help but smile when you noticed the blush on his cheeks. "Missed me that much, huh?"
His face went even more pink. "Stop embarrassing me when I'm trying to seduce you."
He pulled his nightshirt over his head, and before his fingers could grasp the hem of your tunic, you were pinning him with the brute strength he forgot you acquired in the dungeon. "You don't have to do much to seduce me, Laios," you whispered in his ear, making him shudder.
Now underneath you, you straddled Laios's lap, feeling how hard he was in his drawers. He looked up at you in shock, like you were an offering from the Gods, as you lifted your tunic off and dropped it to the floor. His breathing stilled, watching the way your breasts heaved, and his cock was practically begging for release.
You leaned down, pressing your mouth to his throat, placing sloppy kisses on areas that made his breath hitch. This was the new King of the Golden Kingdom under you, trembling from just your lips on his skin. He was wrapped around your finger just as much as you were wrapped around his. Dragging your lips down, you kissed his chest before finally swirling your tongue around one of his nipples. Laios muttered expletives under his breath as you wrapped your lips around his nipple, pinching his other one. His whole body was becoming tense underneath you, his straining erection poking against your backside, but you kept teasing him.
At the end of the day, you were always there for your King.
Once both his nipples were taut and wet from your expert tongue, you leaned back up to his face and kissed the corner of his mouth. He watched you with half-lidded eyes, cupping your face so tenderly. “Laios, I just want to be extra sure. Do you want to …?” Your question hung heavy between you two, but recognition flashed in Laios’s eyes. You nuzzled the side of his face and added, “I know you’re tired. I don’t want to keep you up if you’re that exhausted.”
“I’ve been thinking about this – about you – for weeks,” he said, his eyes filled with need. “I want this. I want you.”
You stared at him, absolutely melting at the sight of that dopey grin on his face once again, the one you loved so, so much. Now you were blushing, unable to not giggle when you saw that grin. You traced the curve of his mouth with your finger, and he bit down on the top of it unexpectedly, making you both laugh. This is why you loved Laios: everything was so easy with him.
Wait, love. Is that was this was? The burning feeling in your chest whenever he was near. The way you couldn’t help but smile whenever he did, or how you always laughed along with him. The natural disposition to protect him, whether it be from demons or people. The way you could so easily melt under his touch, under his kiss. It had always been there, staring you right in the face … love.
Feeling your heart beat rapidly in your chest, you finally moved so he could push down his drawers, and his hard cock sprang free. Precum leaked from the blushing red tip, dripping down his shaft and onto his stomach. You adored how pretty his cock was, how easily he could stretch you out with his girth. He liked the way you looked at it now, how you praised him. It took a couple of times, but he eventually stopped being embarrassed about his size around you. He still liked to give you monster facts as he fucked you sometimes – as a treat.
Laios’s hands settled on your hips as you lifted yourself, positioning yourself above his cock. You wrapped your hand around his shaft to get the perfect angle, smearing his precum and making him hiss. “Did … did you know,” he said, voice strangled, “the maximum speed of a Red Dragon is approximately – oh, fuck – 60 kilometers per hour?”
“Mhmm …” You hummed, finally lowering yourself with his help, sinking down onto his cock slowly. Once he slipped a few inches inside your warm, wet walls, you both gasped. You placed your free hand on his chest and encouraged, “Tell me more, Laios.”
“Gods …” He breathed out, feeling your body quiver above him. “I … uh – fuck … people have theorized that changelings – shit – use their ability to change living things in order to propagate their species – fuck, almost there –”
You both let out a breath of relief once he was finally seated inside you. Laios sat up, tugging you more against him, and you wrapped your arms around his neck. You stayed there for a moment, adjusting to his size once again, clinging to him as he kissed your cheek and murmured how you took him so well. You’d probably never get used to how big he was, but he filled you so nicely, so completely. After making sure you were comfortable, Laios decided to take the reins and began moving you on his cock. You whimpered after the first pass, and he had to grip your hips so tightly just to stop himself from going overboard, wanting to make this last just a little while longer. Each roll of your hips had you mewling as his cock curved inside you, brushing your spongy g-spot. His fingers dug into your skin, rocking you back and forth, grinding your already oversensitive clit against his pelvis.
Burying your face into his neck, you let him start to bounce you on his cock. He groaned, feeling himself throb inside your tight heat. Everything about you was perfect: from the way you fit him inside of you so nicely to the way you whined against his skin, begging for more. He was thoroughly obsessed with you. It was a miracle that it took him so long to initiate with you after the Golden Kingdom had risen. He found himself thinking about your touch, about your taste, more often than not. And the way you smiled at him, your laughter sounding like wind chimes in a busy street market … he knew how deep his feelings went, farther than he expected. He was the King but you were the one who brought him to his knees every time.
“I can’t get enough of you,” he groaned, biting and sucking on the side of your neck. “You always feel so good … so warm …”
He started thrusting up into you when his arms got a little tired, and you let him simply take control. There was so little control he had in his life now, especially since he was being watched almost all the time, so you’d give him this – you’d give him you. And gods, did it feel good to just melt into him, to not be his sworn sword, just for a little while. Right now, you two were just lovers, desperate to soothe each other’s ache.
The expansive bedroom was filled with the sounds of skin slapping against skin and moans echoing off the ceiling. Your arousal oozed out with each roll of your hips, dripping onto the lavish blankets befit for a King. But neither of you seemed to give a damn as his nails created crescent shapes in your hips, and you squeezed around him so much that he choked on a whimper. With your face nuzzling the crook of his neck, you carded your fingers into his hair, pulling slightly and eliciting another sound from him.
“Did you also know,” he began in a strained tone, “fuck – wargs have no fear of monsters larger than themselves – please, fuck – not even … not even dragons?”
“Are we still doing that?” You snorted, lifting your head from his neck.
He laughed along with you, and now you both were looking into each other’s eyes as he thrust up into you, hitting the best spots. He leaned down to capture one of your nipples in his mouth, moaning at the way you squirmed. His tongue moved to lick up the valley between your breasts, almost animalistic, before his mouth was grazing yours and his eyes were burning into you like melted gold. You clung onto him tighter, your chest flush against him, and you knew then that this wasn’t just fucking anymore. Laios was making love to you and you were making love to him and – fuck, he was going to make you cum so hard to make up for the past few weeks.
You were creating an absolute mess on top of him, just a blabbering heap of moans and whines, eyes locked on his as you rode him into oblivion. “I’m gonna cum,” you mewled, unable to keep your voice level. Your fingers tugged on his hair again, and he responded by downright slamming you up and down his thick cock.
“I know. It’s okay. I know.” One of his hands left your hip to reach in between your bodies, where you both were linked, and two fingers began to circle your clit. You hissed, back arching even more into him. Your vow to be quiet long forgotten as he teased your ache. “That’s it … there you go.”
Laios knew his strength, and it was certainly showing it off tonight. He was rocking your hips on his cock – so close to release – while rubbing your clit in tight circles. His sweet nothings in your ear had you crying out his name, and after a few more messy passes, you were cumming around him. You were shaking like fresh mandrake in his arms. Your walls squeezed him so tight that it only took one more thrust up into you before he was emptying himself into you. He came with a lewd groan, his hands falling to his sides and leaving you to bounce yourself on his cock through his release. Eventually, when the wave after wave of pleasure settled between you both, you slumped against him and breathed heavily. And he just held you, burying his face in your neck and licking at the bites he left on your bruised skin.
When you lifted your head to kiss him, he surprised you by rolling you onto your back, his soft cock slipping out and leaving you feeling empty. He kneeled at the end of the bed and spread your legs wide open, letting your combined releases spill out. “I’m sorry,” he murmured, and the anguish in his tone stunned you. “It’s been weeks, and I just … I need you.”
As soon as the word, “Please,” left your lips, he was diving in again, spreading your folds with two fingers. He licked a long stripe through your pussy, gathering your releases on his tongue. He didn’t care that he was tasting his own cum; all he wanted was this – you. He lapped at you, still starving for your taste, and the way he had you cumming again was slow, calculated. Laios edged you, teetering you on the brink of release, before his hunger got the best of him. And when you came again on his tongue, it felt long and relaxing, like a weight had been lifted off you. Warmth seeped from your aching pussy and onto his tongue. He drank his fill, relishing in your sweetness.
Laios rose back on the bed, curling against your side like a tamed dire wolf. His arms slotted against you, pulling your naked front against his once again. His hand lifted to your cheek, pushing strands of hair behind your ear. Your noses brushed against each other, and he finally kissed you, slowly and passionately. There was no desperation left in him. It was replaced by the steady rhythm of his heart next to yours.
“I love you, Laios,” you blurted in the softest voice you could muster. Once you realized what you said, you didn’t dare open your eyes to see his reaction. You simply felt him, his lips hovering just over yours, and then he hummed.
“I love you too,” he whispered, and your eyes opened to watch him. That dazed grin appeared once again, making your insides twist and your cheeks tinged pink.
Laios practically giggled and pecked your lips just to soothe your nerves. “I’m not sure how to handle you like this,” he joked, finally making you laugh with him. “Usually, you’re the one making me nervous.”
“I just …” You shook your head. “I was afraid you wouldn’t say it back.”
“I thought it was obvious that I’ve been in love with you since we first met,” he said in that straightforward tone of his. His thumbs brushed over your cheekbones and he smiled. “Seems like I’m cooler than I thought.”
You chuckled, hitting his chest and making him fall back onto the bed. You were sitting up slightly, propping your elbow and resting your chin in your hand. Laios was looking up at you like you put the stars in the sky. Both of you knew, instinctively, that a King being intimate with his sworn protector was typically frowned upon. Neither of you truly cared, but the opinions of his people had to matter. He was a new King after all, and every move of his would be scrutinized. Which left him with one option.
Lacing his fingers with yours, he said, “We should get married.”
Your brow furrowed. “That seems a little rash.”
It was your gut instinct to deflect, to push him away, even when you scooted yourself closer to him. But you couldn’t deny that this had been in the back of your mind, shoved in the dark corners when you thought it might be too crazy of an idea. The first time it popped into your brain was when you saw Laios’s monster form lying helpless on the ground. His body was deteriorating, blood seeping out from every crevice of the three-headed creature. The Winged Lion had been defeated, but you couldn’t stop the wail that erupted from your mouth as you took in Laios’s monster body, reeking of death and despair. You remembered running from from the tower, taking one of the heads in your arms, and crying, your tears soaking the fur.
But then you and Marcille found him amongst the trees of the island, where Falin’s body had been frozen and resting against a boulder. From the moment his eyes met yours, you had no doubt that this was your Laios. And he was okay. He was tired, but he was okay. You didn’t think you could shed any more tears, but then you were running towards him, wrapping your arms around him, and he was burying his face in your neck and – gods, that had to be when you knew. With the relief flooding through you and his arms embracing you … you knew then that you wanted to be with him forever. You didn’t want to see him in harm’s way ever again. You would kill – again and again – for him. You would be by his side as long as he would have you. You loved him. You wanted him. Forever.
Laios snorted, bringing you out of the memory. “Rash? After how long we’ve known each other?” His tone grew serious. “I trust you with my life. That’s why I named you my sword. But I don’t want to go weeks without you ever again. I love you – I’m in love with you – and I know that I don’t want anyone else by my side.” He squeezed your fingers in his own. “I want to marry you. And then, we can be together freely with you as my Queen and sword sword.” He then paused, thinking. “We can do that, right?”
You laughed. “You’re the King. You can make your own rules, but …” Your teeth sunk into your bottom lip for a moment as you mulled over his words. “Are you sure you want to marry me?”
“I’ve never been more certain about anything.” He then tapped his chin, feigning curiosity. “Unless you want me to marry Marcille? It would certainly be a loveless marriage, but she can be friendly when she isn’t advising me.”
Shaking you head, you flicked his arm. “Not sure if your sister would appreciate that. Or Marcille, for that matter.” Not even magic could force those two apart. They would love each other until the end of time.
Your eyes narrowed now. “Are you actually proposing to me without a ring, Your Grace?”
The formality made him cringe, but then his face relaxed as he stared up at you, taking in your beauty. You were the most beautiful like this, vulnerable and bare with your hair jutting out at every angle and your lips swollen from kissing him. But he’d reckon you were beautiful in every light. He couldn’t help but also think back to when you found him by Falin’s crystalized form, how it felt to just hold you again after such an egregious fight. Your warmth had seeped into him, reminding him of home. You were home. And that was when he knew, too, that he wanted to be bound to you.
Laios brought your joined hands to his lips, kissing each of your knuckles. “Once the sun rises, you will get a proper proposal. I’ve always been a man of my word, haven’t I?”
And that he was. Because the moment you stirred awake the next morning, still sleeping in his bed, you opened your eyes to find Laios, King of Golden Kingdom, kneeling at your bedside. He held out a ring to you, eagerly awaiting your response. Once your eyes adjusted to the light and you saw his golden doe eyes, his big grin, you wrapped your arms around his neck. Of course, you said, Yes.
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