#sara's fics

[cannibalismyuri]

when he sees me (my heart is set in motion) sokka/zuko | @zukkaweek !!! | accidental baby acquisition / zukka as dads 🍓🫐 | collab w/ @sockfus

Sokka had never expected what he found, when he arrived in the the Fire Nation palace that day. He is quite sure he doesn't regret coming, though.

available to read here on ao3!

[ceftali]

pulled my teeth out (an hotd fanfic)

Wrote this fic about Aemond and Alicent’s mother-son bond that absolutely wrecks me because it is so wholesome. Needed to get some of my hotd brainrot out on here and ao3.  Enjoy!

The shrill scream that left Luke’s mouth when he cut out Aemond’s eye sent chills down his spine before he even registered the pain. ��God, the pain, it was excruciating, he had bit his lip when the maester had sewed the severed flesh back together and tried to stop himself from crying out in pain.  His mother, with angry tears in her eyes, looked at Aemond with all the love in the world, but when she demanded there be justice, his father had dismissed her, like always.

His father who only ever favored his first-born daughter and never paid attention to his other children had demanded Aemond tell him where he had these lies.  Lies?!, Aemond had wanted to yell from the top of his lungs, they are nothing but bastards! Though, when he had tried to even move a muscle in his face, the pain had shot up his face like a bolt of lightning and his mother sensing his pain without even having to look at him, demanded Luke’s eye in return.  

He can choose which eye to keep, a privilege he did not grant my son.

You will do no such thing.  Rhaenyra’s smug face had won over his father and his mother’s betrayal was written all over her face.  There was chaos not soon after and he had told his mother, “It was a fair exchange. I might have lost an eye, but I gained a dragon.”  He had tried to comfort his mother and when he cuddled into her neck, she sniffled and looked down at the floor where the bloody knife was.  He knew her mind was elsewhere but knowing that she had tried to protect him, with almost everyone against her, the throbbing pain in his face went away just a little.

His mother would always protect him.  

The pain had begun flaring up again once he went to bed that night.  He tried to get comfortable but the pain was unbearable and the tears that had not fallen before when he was getting sewed up by the maester, spilled over on his cheeks and he let out a choke of a disbelieving laugh.

He had gained a dragon, the largest dragon in the world, but at what cost?

His mother demanded justice and she got nothing.  Another stupid, bubbling, joke of a laugh choked out of his throat and that’s when the tears began to gather into the hollow of his neck.  God, he was a child, weeping.  How pathetic.  He couldn’t control it though and when another laugh began to bubble up, his face twinged in discomfort and he gritted his teeth in frustration.

He dug his nails into the palms of his hands and shut his eyes but the pain crept up and up before it settled into his temple.  Milk of the poppy had done nothing.  Another choke. Another disbelieving laugh.  The pain then crept into the other side of his face.  

A headache of all things, really? The tears were now soaking into his nightshirt and this time what came out of his mouth was a sob that rang through his room.  

He then heard scuffles outside his door and before he could even begin to interpret what they were doing or saying, his mother rushed into the room.

She let out a little sob of her own and kneeled down next to his bedside.  Her hair was more unkempt than usual but his mother looked beautiful.  She always did.

She choked out, like the little sounds coming out his throat moments before, “My darling boy, I am so sorry.”  His mother brushed her thumbs very lightly on his cheekbones and cradled his face delicately but even that brought the flare-up of pain back down to his cheekbone and he jerked back just a little from her soft touch.  Her eyebrows furrowed but her eyes were nothing but warm and gentle. She whispered, “Will you let your mother cuddle you until you fall asleep?  I might even be here in the morning when you wake up.”  His mother began carding her fingers through his hair and the pain that had settled throughout his face subsided just the slightest fraction at the comforting touch.

He hadn’t yet spoken but gingerly, he nodded his head at her question.  She pressed a featherlight kiss on the crown of his hair and he scooted a little bit over on his bed to give her room.  When she made herself comfortable, he felt himself leaning into her side and he could feel her heartbeat against his face.  The pain seemed to throb less when he counted his mother’s heartbeats in his head and his mother was still brushing her fingers through his hair.  He heard her say, “My darling boy, my baby boy.”  He cradled into her side more and she began to sing a lullaby she hadn’t sung to him since he was three years old.

Her voice was melodic and soothing and he closed his eyes as her lips touched the crown of his hair again.  She began to rock him just a little, like he was a little babe again.  The song came out breathy and soft.

High in the halls of the kings who are gone

Jenny would dance with her ghosts

The ones she had lost and the ones she had found

And the ones who had loved her the most

The ones who’d been gone for so very long

She couldn’t remember their names

They spun her around on the damp old stones

Spun away all her sorrow and pain

His mother’s voice had gotten softer and quieter as she gently rocked, her lips always brushing against the crown of her hair.  When she finished the lullaby, she let out a little sob of hurt in his ear and tucked a strand of hair behind his hair.  She whispered,  “I am so sorry, darling.  You didn’t deserve this. You gained a dragon and I am so proud of you for that. You only deserve good things, Aemond. You can never get back what was taken from you but I want you to know this.”

Aemond’s tears had begun to flow from his eyes again but not from uncomfortable pain.  It was from the way his mother was talking to him.  She always talked to him in that gentle way of hers that could only come from his mother.  She might have been stern at times but he knew she loved him and his siblings fiercely.

He looked up at her, his figure still mostly pressed against her side, and saw her brown eyes twinkling from the moonlight coming through his window.  She began, “You will always be my fierce protector.  You are brave, wise, and smart, darling.  Never forget who you are and if you ever need me, I will always be by your side because you are my son and I will love you forever.”

Her words had become crisper near the end of her speech and the love in his mother’s eyes dulled that ever-present pain in his face and he let out a sigh of minute relief.  He changed his position against his mother so he could rest his head on his mother’s lap and she smiled down at him, the crinkles in her eyes became present and he said, his voice croaked out after not using it for hours, “And I will love you forever too, Mother.” Her tight smile grew more genuine and she untangled a loose knot in his blond hair and bent down to press a small kiss on his forehead.

His mother’s warmth and her fingers continuing to work through his hair pulled him into a contentment that resembled the beginnings of sleep.  She pressed one last kiss on his temple this time and before he was completely gone to the world, he heard his mother say, “I will be here in the morning, my darling boy.  Always.”

He fell asleep with the pain in his face being dulled little by little by his mother’s warmth and kind words.

Yes, she would be here in the morning.  Like she always will be.

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[bamsara]

"youve already written that trope" yesss. i like it a lots. i will be writing it again. 1000 stories of the same trope over and over again for ten million years

[harbingersglory]

Perhaps the Shogun Puppet and Sara (both trans) sharing the reader? The puppet offering up a volunteer (reader) as a reward for Sara’s devoted years of service, that quickly ends up with the reader getting spitroasted between them. Sara has the privilege of claiming the reader’s pussy (and by extension, their womb and eventual firstborn child) while the Shogun takes their mouth—this is meant to be Sara’s reward after all.

{☆} characters kujou sara, raiden shogun [ puppet ] {☆} notes drabble, fem reader, sub reader, transfem kujou sara, transfem raiden shogun {☆} warnings 18+ content, breeding kink, restraints, fingering, face fucking

Kujou Sara was many things– loyal, devoted and first and foremost a soldier. There was little time between a strict schedule for anything but honing herself like a dulled blade. She assumed she simply did not care for worldly pleasures, but now..

Her throat feels impossibly dry, her palms clammy as she tries to ignore how tight fitting her uniform feels all of a sudden. She cannot look away from the meek figure at the feet of the Shogun, her Archon, stripped bare and tied in an intricate display of winding ropes that accentuate your figure– she feels lightheaded at the sight, a broken groan tumbling from her lips, just barely muffled in time by her trembling hand.

"A reward," The stoic, unyielding voice of the Shogun rings in the room like the swing of a blade, cutting through the thick air with the ease befitting of such an imposing figure. "For your service, General Kujou." She gestures so easily to you, as if presenting an object to be owned rather then a person– she cannot find it in herself to dispute it. You are..beyond words. Ethereal, even as you are bound in tight ropes and left at the mercy of an Archon and a tengu.

"..I am honored by your generosity, Almighty Shogun." Sara replies quickly and stiffly, her eyes never drifting far from your body– always drawn back. "Yet you are still hesitant." The Shogun snaps back coldly, eyes narrowed– her shoulders grow stiff in tension, her mind scrambling for an excuse, yet she cannot manage to speak a word.

"If this reward is not suitable.." Sara nearly balks at that, her hands twitching and her teeth aching in an urge she thought long buried. Try as she might, she cannot ignore the desire she feels towards you..and she cannot simply refuse a reward from the Shogun herself. Archons, she is a weak woman, she realizes– her will broken by a pretty face..

"..It is suitable, Almighty Shogun."

Yet she steels her resolve like a honed blade, kneeling before her "reward" and clasping your ankles in her calloused hands– your skin is smooth, at least compared to her own, as she eases your legs apart. Archons, you are even more gorgeous up close. The satisfied hum of the Shogun, watching with piercing eyes as she claims her reward, spurs her on. She leans close to your face, cupping your jaw in her hand and taking a moment to appreciate your features. The bob of your throat as you swallow, the haziness of your eyes..she leans down further, pressing almost reverent, apologetic kisses to your jaw, exhaling heavily against your skin.

She cannot stop herself now. The sickly sweet scent of shampoo, likely the courtesy of the Shogun, fills her lungs and makes her feel dizzy. You're like a fine dessert and she wants to devour you.

Even still, however, she keeps a close eye on your face– watching the slightest changes like a hawk. She leans away from spots you seem to show discomfort from, pressing more kisses and nips to the spots that have your breath hitching in your throat. She likes it– seeing you beneath her like this..Archons, her uniform feels so suffocating now, her cock straining against it.

But she wants to take it slow, if only for her own inexperience. She wants to see your face twisted in pleasure, not discomfort.

So she takes her take unraveling you, her chapped lips kissing down your throat to your chest, the barest hint of bruises marring your skin as she drags her tongue across your nipple, a low growl building in her throat at the way you arched your back into her mouth. It's so distracting that she almost forgets the Shogun stands above her, watching like a statue as her hand slips between your thighs to sink a finger into your cunt– and how easily she does so, your thighs already sticky with arousal. She is slow in her movements, fingering you more like a lover, intimate in a way that feels foreign to her.

"You're so pretty," She murmurs in a haze, words slurred through the fog of desire, sighing softly against your shoulder as she eases another finger inside you, her tongue finding your other nipple. "Does this feel good?" Her eyes meet your own as she presses a kiss to your chest, practically pleading for the answer to be yes– she wants the validation, to know she's making you feel good, at least as good as she feels. Her touch is still uncertain and clumsy, but she has always been a quick learner.

It does not take long before you unravel beneath her, your squishy walls squeezing around her fingers as she eases you through your climax.

Your cum sticks to her fingers when she pulls her hand back, her own breath hitching in her throat as she swipes her tongue across her digits– had she not been in such a daze, she might've been embarrassed, but the taste upon her tongue only made the fog worse. She almost considered burying her face in your cunt for a better taste, but her cock was..painfully hard. So with a hint of reluctance, she fumbled with her uniform, tugging her aching cock free with a broken groan.

For a moment she almost seems embarrassed by your stare, her hands pushing your thighs further apart– but the look of raw need..it matches her own, feeding the almost animalistic urges that urge her to claim you, to push your legs up to your chest and fill your womb till it's bursting with her cum. Archons, she wants to. Just seeing her cum spilling out of your cunt would be enough.

Her nails dig into your thighs as she aligns her cock, dragging the tip through your folds before gently sinking into your cunt. It almost breaks her– the tight, wet heat of your folds around her drags a whine unbidden from her throat, breaths coming out in shallow panting. Her grip on your thighs tightens as she presses a shaky kiss to your chest, satisfied by the moans that tumble from your own lips. She wonders what it would be like to kiss you, but the thought is swept from her thoughts as quickly as it came, her cock slowly stretching your cunt around her, forcing you to take every inch.

You've never looked prettier in her eyes.

But her moment of admiration and awe is short lived, her body falling into complete stillness as she watched the Shogun step forward– Sara can feel her stare through the back of her head, sweat beading on her brow and her throat so dry it's difficult to swallow. Rather, instead of whatever Sara expected, the Shogun kneels.

It's only now she sees the twitching cock between her own legs, stilling any protests that bubbled up in her throat. She watched, transfixed as the Shogun slid a thumb past your lips, tilting your head back enough for her to sink her cock into your waiting mouth. The sight of it makes her heart stutter in her chest, her own cock twitching inside you as she bucks her hips instinctively, hissing at the sudden burst of pleasure.

Sara doesn't dare to speak up, but she can't help but feel transfixed by the way your throat bulges around the Shogun's cock, her hands digging deeper into your thighs. The ease in which you take the Shogun makes her wonder if you were hers– the idea of fucking the Shogun's pet..she was surprised to find the idea so enticing, her hips snapping harshly against yours as she fit herself fully inside your cunt, hands clasping your thighs to the point even her hands were beginning to ache.

The Shogun was still watching her, she could feel it, but it felt less suffocating and more..curious, maybe. Whatever rhythm Sara set, the Shogun would adjust, the gentle rolling of her hips accentuated by the short thrusts into your mouth. She felt dizzy at it all, burying her face against your chest and sliding her hands up your hips, along your ribs, clutching you tightly against as she pulled her hips back, nearly slipping out of your cunt altogether before snapping her hips forward harshly, the slap of skin making her groan.

She couldn't help it anymore– she needed to claim you, to see your face contort in pleasure as she claimed your cunt, filled you to the brim with her cum..she wanted it so badly it made her feel dizzy. A part of her wonders if the Shogun would even let her impregnate you, but she didn't care– she'd try anyway. Even if she had to fill you up again and again, as many times as it took.

Sara's gentle thrusts quickly crumbled into something much rougher, all sense forgotten at the promise of claiming you– of making you hers, from your cunt to your womb, and even your mouth, if she ever got the chance. She was practically an animal in her desperation, stretching your cunt to fit her with every harsh thrust and growling against your chest, leaving visible bruises and bites on your chest. The Shogun matched her with a robotic rhythm of her own, the sound of you gagging around the Shogun's cock making her shudder, her eyes following the drool dribbling down your face.

It was far more arousing then she wanted to admit, watching the Shogun use your throat while she used your cunt, giving you no room to breathe.

It is with a great reluctance that she pulls her gaze away from you and the Shogun, burying her face against your chest once more as the pressure builds, her lips caught between her teeth until the taste of iron flooded her taste buds. But she had no time to dwell on it, pressing her hips firmly against your own with a muffled groan as the pressure exploded, her cum painting your walls, still bucking into you in short thrusts.

She could only imagine the image of your throat being filled by the Shogun's own climax, her lungs straining as she gulped down air between shaky moans, pressing a kiss to your chest.

She was far from done with you, but you deserved at least a moment of respite before she filled you all over again.

[gulliblelemon]

"Did You Kiss The Prince?"

My first ever drabble! I wasn't going to participate, because drabbles are hard. But this popped into my head. So... here you go, a canon divergence where Wille and Simon get their weekend. And Sara gets to ask Simon about it.

Thanks @youngroyals-events for organising.

“So. Did you kiss the prince?”

Simon should have expected Sara in his room; he had promised to tell her, after all. 

Her expression isn’t judgemental, or teasing. Just curious.

“Maybe,” he says, stalling.

The grin on her face melts his last lines of defence.

“Okay, fine. Yes.” He drops his bag to the floor.

“What else?”

“Sara!” he laughs. “I’m not telling you that.”

“But something?”

Sitting beside her, he fiddles with his fingers, bashful. “Yes.”

“Was it good?”

“I’m also not telling you that.”

“Fine. Are you together?”

That makes him pause. “I don’t know,” he says. “Maybe.”

[coldflash-corner]

Some Misunderstanding Fic Plots Are Valid.

consider: barry talking to snart, and he's trying to have the "what are we" conversation, and snart replies with "labels aren't his thing"

which barry interprets as rejection, bc he is genetically incapable of the "friends with benefits" thing. so he says okay, backs off, and (potentially) starts dating someone else

Snart, however, has just assumed automatically that barry would never want him seriously, so was trying to reassure him that he was okay with continuing on as they were, even if he secretly did prefer an official situation

And now thinks Barry took "labels aren't my thing" to mean "we have an open relationship" not "we don't have to label the relationship because i know you don't want to, no worries"

Without realizing that Barry doesn't know they're currently in a relationship at all

Anyway that's how Snart ends up (unsuccessfully) flirting with Sara Lance

And Barry Is Just Fine With This. Don't Worry. It's FINE.

[makelemonade]

He loves me, he loves me not.

🦋Relations: Ayato and Alhaitham x F!Reader (separate ofc) ASSUMED Ayato x Sara and Alhaitham x Dehya

🦋Summary: Your lover has been neglecting you a full month; hardly even coming home and always working. You start to overhear about his recent involvement with another girl and you can’t help but wonder, does he still love you?

‼️Warnings: She/her pronouns used (only like 5 times in total, endearments of pretty girl, baby and my love are used, insecurities are mentioned a lot, along with body insecurity (body dysmorphia?), thoughts of cheating, mention of a dick once (don’t think anyone cares cuz it’s daddy Alhaitham, ANGST- should be obvious, THERE IS COMFORT THOUGH! LOTS OF IT! bestie Diluc is mentioned along with Tighnari, jealousy, lots of crying, not proofread, can’t think of anything else

🦋Author Note: Alhaitham’s is a lot longer than Ayato’s I think we can tell who the favourite is. I’ll write Cyno and Tighnari next then link it here!

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Ayato

Sometimes, you felt like this marriage was a mistake.

Not felt actually, knew. It was an arranged marriage after all. The two of you had gotten to know each other just before the marriage, and you both did indeed have feelings for each other and even ended up falling in love during the arrangement. 

So, in your mind, it was a real marriage. Perhaps to his it was just an arranged one. 

You spent your days in bed alone, a cold spot beside you always. Even when you woke up, he was never there. 

Your parents weren’t as rich as the Kamisatos or popular, but due to the fact the Kojou clan denied the arrangement since Sara wasn’t ready for marriage. Your clan was second choice.

Maybe you were second choice in his life too.

You never felt good enough for him, barely ever speaking on how he was hardly here because you felt like you were in no position to speak up about it. He worked so hard for his family, and his clan represented so much in Inazuma it was a lot of work. Meanwhile your parents did most the work, but your clan was hardly known. It just proved how much better he was than you. 

Even after a year of your….marriage, you still felt the same. During the first few months you were both so close, spending nights giggling as he’d cuddle you while slightly tickling you just to piss you off. You don’t even see him anymore.

You started hearing workers around the estate talk about him and Kojou Sara. She was originally the first choice, and you felt like maybe he was going back to her. 

“They’re so much better together!”

“Never really thought him and Y/N’s clan were a good go.”

“She’s not a good choice for Ayato at all. I hope he finally comes to his senses and chooses Sara.”

“I heard they’ve been together a lot this past month, so he must be going back to her!”

She was always the first choice. 

When you heard the conversation between the workers, you ran into the hall leading to your room. 

“Y/N?” Ayaka realized, worry laced in her tone as you bumped into her, tears streaming down your face.

“Apologies.” You murmured, not even sparing her a look as you continued down the hall to your room, quickly closed the door so she couldn’t come and ask questions. 

You walked over to your desk, tears falling onto the hard wood of the desk as you grabbed a paper, finding a pen hurriedly.

When Thoma had taken you to his homeland once, you met a very nice man who you considered had very amazing advice. His name was Diluc, and ever since you visited, you’ve been constantly sending him letters- that being the way the two of you would communicate.

Dear Diluc, 

You started writing, hoping he wouldn’t mind the tears that would be dry by the time he received this letter. You wrote all about your marriage troubles- how in the last month Ayato has hardly spoken to you, taking up more hours at work, and spending more time with another woman. You wrote down your suspicions he was probably in love with Sara, seeing as she was originally the first choice.

Part of you didn’t understand why you were so shocked because well, why not her? The workers were right, she was so much better that you in many ways; a better fighter, a harder worker, a better clan- a better everything. 

When you read over the letter, you couldn’t help yourself from crying even more, fay tears rolling down your cheeks like an endless waterfall. You pushed the paper to the side, not wanting your tears to mess up the ink and your head fell onto the table as all you did was sob into your arms.

Your sobs turned into quiet whimpers until you felt no more motivation to continue crying, falling asleep right on the table. 

~~

When Ayato overheard what was seen of you from Ayaka, he rushed home as constant questions plagued his mind.

This was the first time he had ever left work only- it being almost 7pm, the sun starting to go down. He expected to find you on the bed, perhaps napping or crying into the pillows but no, he saw you with your head down on the table.

He walked up to you slowly, putting his hands on your shoulders and giving you a shake. He heard a slight snore and realized you were asleep, immediately removing his hands.

His eyes caught dried tears on a piece of paper and he picked it up, starting to read over it all.

At the end, he’d taken your old spot as he himself started to cry at the words you’d written; how you felt like a nobody compared to him, how he could do so much better and that he was probably in love with Kojou Sara.

That last part was what shocked him most. No! He was in love with you and only you’ he’ll admit, he has been with her a lot, but it was strictly for work! It’s been crazy with the end of the vision hunt degree, leaving the two clans in charge after Sara’s father was removed.

He read it over again, seeing how you wrote constantly “second choice” all over again.

In reality, the Kojou clan was originally his parents choice and was forced to ask them first. He always wanted to ask you first, because he had met you before and found you as the most gorgeous and outgoing girl he’s ever seen. 

He looked back at you, one of his tears falling atop your head. Why didn’t you tell him any of this?! He would’ve loved to resssure you that you were the love of his life, the girl he’d always dreamed of. Sure, he hasn’t been here for a while- oh.

He dragged his hand down his face, realizing why you didn’t say anything; because he was never here. 

“I’m so sorry, my love.” he whispered, wrapping  one of his arms behind your back and on under your legs as he picked you up, taking you towards the bed and placing you down gently.

You started to stir awake when you felt his arms wrap around you. “‘Yato?” You called, barely above a whisper.

He shushed you, placing a kiss to where your shoulder met your neck as he snuggled closer to you. “I’m here now, my love. I promise I’ll always be here. Now go sleep, I’ll be here when you wake up. I’ll be here forever and always. I love you so much, more than words can say.”

It was gonna be a long talk once the two of you woke up, but either way, you felt a lot warmer that night. 

Alhaitham 

You and Alhaitham weren’t engaged or married, only being together for a year and a half now.

So probably understandable why he was probably losing feelings for you? Right? Right?

“Hey, Kaveh.” You said, sitting in the kitchen of your shared home with Kaveh and Alhaitham.

“You look drained, Y/N. Are you okay?” 

“Yeah.”

That was a lie and a big fat one at that. You weren’t okay whatsoever.

Recently, in the last month, Alhaitham had barely come back home and you’ve hardly gotten the chance to see him. There was no more good morning or good night kisses, little dates in between work or work visits. There was none of that.

Now it was just waking up to a cold, empty spot in your bed.

Kaveh could read you like an open book. He’s noticed the lack of affection and attention you’ve gotten from Alhaitham, and despite the fact he despised the man, he also cared for him and his significant other and noticed everything.

He just hoped his and yours suspicions wouldn’t come true; that he had fallen out of love and was possibly cheating.

The latter was what scared him the most with how recently Alhaitham has been with Dehya. He came back after a week of being away to the Grand Azar being removed along with half the workers in the Akademiya, to Alhaitham and Dehya now best friends. The fuck happens when he isn’t here?!

He’s seen how close the two are during his times being in the Akademiya and he prayed to Kusanali that the worst wasn’t going to happen.

You knew about Dehya; you’ve heard about it all over Sumeru. How she was a perfect fighter, a desert bloom, perfect both and image for all eremites.

You were jealous, and a tad bit insecure. She was perfect in so many ways; popular, appreciated, constantly complimented. Her body was perfect along with her hair and voice. 

Your hair had uneven ends and you didn’t consider your body to be perfect.

No wonder Alhaitham would go for someone like her.

“Why don’t you go see Alhaitham?” Kaveh asked before he quickly got a large brown paper bag that was somehow filled with lunch and came out of nowhere. “Bring him lunch!”

It was his one attempt at getting you guys back to how you used to be.

You hoped it would work as Kaveh walked you to the Akademiya, and the whole time you were scared as your heart would drop with each step. 

“Tell me where you find him, I need to talk to him about some work.” Kaveh said before leaving to talk to a scholar once the two of you arrived at the Akademiya. 

You checked the library and there was no sign of him, even going to the outdoor areas since you knew how much he liked reading outdoors. You eventually asked a scholar who had pointed you in direction of his office and you felt your heart drop again.

You opened the doors slightly, hoping your lover would be happy to see you. 

But what you came in to see was a Dehya standing right beside him as he wrote on a piece of paper, sitting on a chair at his office desk. 

You felt your heart break a little when he didn’t even notice you walked in.

He only noticed when he heard the click of the door close behind you, the both of them looking up to see you with confusion on their faces.

The way Dehya stood so close to him with her toned and perfect body made your breath quicken in panic.

“Y/N?” Alhaitham spoke in confusion, halting his movement of writing on the paper. “What are you doing here?”

“I came to bring you lunch.” You spoke so quietly that it was almost a whisper that the two couldn’t hear.

“Oh.” He blinked as you put the bag on his desk, a fake smile plastered on your face that even though he was your lover, he couldn’t tell how forced it was. “Thank you.”

That was all he said before he looked back at Dehya, continuing to talk about eremites in the desert.

You felt your heart break into a million pieces and you slowly turned to leave. They broke into a million more when he didn’t even say goodbye or notice your departure. 

You closed the door quietly and ran once it closed, tears streaming down your tears as you rushed to get out of the Akademiya. 

Although, in the library, you heard a mention of his name and had to stop just to listen. 

“Have you seen the Scribe and Dehya lately? I heard they’re together.” 

“Really? What about Y/N? Did they break up?”

“Probably. Alhaitham is far better off with Dehya either way, not Y/N.”

You felt more tears stream down your face, not bringing yourself to move as you kept listening to the disgusting things they said about you. 

The only thing that brought you out of it was a hand on your shoulder and you looked up to see Kaveh staring at you, concern all over his face as his hand moved up from your shoulder to wipe your tears.

You let out a loud sniff, shoving his hand away before speaking. “He’s in his office, if you’re still looking for him.”

Before he could speak, you ran off, leaving the library and soon leaving the Akademiya.

Kaveh glared at Alhaitham’s office doors. Sure, he lost most of his arguments to Alhaitham, but this one he was gonna win as he marched his way into the office, forcing Dehya out before he started yelling at the grey-haired man.

~~

You couldn’t stay in Sumeru anymore. That was it.

You had been completely humiliated in front of Dehya, Kaveh and now the entire Akademiya knows that Dehya is so much better off for Alhaitham. 

Maybe being a forest ranger wasn’t too bad. It would mean hardly being in the main city and you wouldn’t have to see Alhaitham. 

You were actually thinking about it as you started writing a letter addressed to Tighnari at the edge of your bed, but halfway through when you realized what you were doing and why, you started violently sobbing as you fell to your knees, the letter scrunched up on the ground beside you as you sobbed into the softness of the edge of the bed.

You didn’t even hear the door open.

When Kaveh came in screaming at Alhaitham, it certainly shocked him and Dehya. He had even gone as far to yell at Dehya to get out of the office and she did, running out.

He went on and on about how you were and with each word, Alhaitham’s heart started to break. 

He hadn’t even realized how much he’d been neglecting you until Kaveh had to voice it out for you. He’s been so busy with work and choosing a new grand sage that he’s practically been ignoring you and treating you like a stranger.

When Kaveh said the sentence “at this point, Y/N would be a lot better with me since you can’t be a good boyfriend!” Alhaitham stormed out of the office, making his way straight home with no stops. 

You were his and his only and fuck no were you ever going to be Kaveh’s. He loved you, WAY more than Kaveh ever will. 

But it seemed like Kaveh loved you more than he did in the last month and he hated every part of himself for it. 

When he got home, he heard your violent sobs and started rushing to your shared room, his heart breaking once more at the sight of you.

He went down on his knees and wrapping his arms around you, pulling your back to his chest with his arms wrapped around your waist as you shook with sobs in his arms.

“Haitham?”

“I’m so sorry.” He spoke, his head resting against your shoulder as his own tears came out. “I’m so fucking sorry. You didn’t deserve what I did to you this past month, and I understand if you’re mad and want to leave me. Words can’t express how sorry I am, but I promise I will take the next few weeks off. Even if they tell me no, I’ll go against them and stay with you. My sweet, pretty girl, I love you- so so so much and a LOT more than Kaveh. You’re perfect, so so so perfect for me. Perfect face, eyes, mouth-“

He paused to press kisses all over your cheek, making you giggle through your cries and bringing a smile to your face. “My lips love you. My hands love you. I’ll go as far to say my dick loves you. Everything about me loves you. You’re perfect for me- everything about you is perfect for me. Screw anyone else, I just want you baby.” 

The next hour went by with him saying constant reassurances while kissing you all over. He had even ripped apart the letter you wrote for Tighnari, saying you’ll never leave his side and certainly won’t work for another man where he can’t even see you.

He held you close that night, making sure you were warm after all the cold nights. 

[curi0us-gh0st]

Shameless (Park Yeonjin, Lee Sara, Choi Hyejeong)

pairings: Choi Hyejeong x Fem!Reader, Park Yeonjin x Fem!Reader, Park Yeonjin x Fem!Reader x Choi Hyejeong, Park Yeonjin x Fem!Reader x Lee Sara (Is this the order?

word count: 1,2k

genre: smut, smut, smut, smut... and smut!

summary: You didn't care if any neighbors could hear, being fucked without a brain made it impossible to think coherently.

warnings: sex without plot (?), use of strap-on and vibrator, pussy slapping, superficial choking, overstimulation, quick mommy kink, insinuation about procreation, exhibitionism, anal, double penetration, degradation, dirty talk, fingering, brief mention of marijuana, etc. [no review| translation is fucked]

a/n: Okay, they are the red flags that I would literally give them without thinking twice... Posting so as not to say that I am literally a ghost lol

"Oh, look what she's doing!" Hyejeong announced, seeing her pussy come heavily, the moans increased during this torture of overstimulation. It was one, two, three, he barely knew where to be.

You don't need to ask why you are that way, your attitude with the intention of just playing with the bad-tempered way they made you is in that position, completely without any shame. Her head buried in the sofa, her body naked as the cold breeze hit her body and fingers entering her greedy and hungry pussy, she could be sad about this senseless punishment but confess that she is loving reaching the limit.

"You really are a bitch!" Yeonjin pulled her hair hard, completely bewildered, she didn't know how many times in that time she had cum so quickly. What she took now was the simple fact that you left the room in almost transparent clothes when Sara called you to take a bath in the pool.

The porch being illuminated by the yellowish light of Lee's house, the sound of grasshoppers, frogs and their moans. Your eyes almost popped out when you saw her with a big, thick strap on, she smiled naughty, pulling Choi and his fingers away from you, making her moan from the lack of contact, she turned you around to leave you with her chest up, a layer of sweat covering his body, some strands sticking to his forehead, his skin stained by hickeys and bites.

"I'm going to eat you until you can't take it anymore!" A slap was delivered to her soaked pussy, making her let out a loud and painful scream, that spot was so sensitive. "My little slut. Are you going to swallow Mommy's cock pretty girl?" His mouth on her neck kissing him, the fat tip of the toy teasing her entrance. "Are you going to show Sara what a good job you're doing?" She moaned with the speech, her eyes being glued to the woman who was smoking her cigarette, looking firmly at her naked body while Hyejeong had her fingers stuck in her pussy in search of relief.

"Y-yes, I will!" She claimed, the cock being pushed mercilessly inside her pussy, a drawn out moan, her punching the strap without any pity, her hips pounding frantically at a fast pace, the violent thrusts that were making her squirm. "Yeonjin!" She screamed with the movement she made, placing one of her legs on her shoulder, giving way to fuck her even deeper, hitting spots she didn't even know she had, she laughed at her desperation.

"Oh honey, you're making too much noise." She said placing her hands on his waist. "Don't you think so, Sara?" She asked making her eyes focus on the woman who was mesmerized by the most pornographic scene in front of her, she swallowed hard at the question — still buoyant from the marijuana she was smoking.

"Yes, the neighbors might complain about that." She replied and looked at Hyejeong. "Why don't you shut her up?" She proposed, Choi moaned in response, taking her fingers out of herself and walked towards the women, placing herself on top of you, she was on all fours, those mounds on her face that she didn't let go, sucking them causing the woman to moan , her ass hitting Park's torso causing friction to her pussy.

"Fuck you little bitch!" She moaned seeing you suck hard, your lips wrapping around her breast, her tongue running over the hard nipple while her free hand pinched her other breast. "You look like a hungry baby." Hyejeong brushed the strands of hair out of her face. "You like it when you get fucked like that, right?" She smiled devilishly, a loud moan left her lips feeling on edge again.

"I-I'm going to cum again!" She announced with eyes full of tears, held Hyejeong's waist, penetrating three fingers into her pussy. "And you're coming with me..." He bit her lips, a rough and thirsty kiss, his fingers being embraced by her hot and wet insides, Yeonjin slapping Choi's fat ass and focusing on making her cum, a unison moan from you feeling your insides exploding with pleasure cumming once again that night. Park stood up watching Hyejeong on top of you, both of them weak and tired, she smiled.

"You look so good together, two sex-crazed sluts." You smiled smugly before walking into the house, while hugging Choi's body, Lee's eyes eating you up by sight, she was so wet from the latest things she was seeing, you guys being completely fucked moaning Yeonjin's name, you moaning for them. When Park came back, she didn't come back alone, she was holding another strap and went back to Sara. "Put." She ordered and she just obeyed.

She took off pants and put on dick, only wearing his white dress blouse, unlike the three of you who were completely naked in the open air, the heat of someone watching them fucking was completely exciting, after Lee put it on, Yeonjin told her to sit where you were and did so. "So, Y/N here." She pointed to Sara, you left Hyejeong and sat on Lee. "Hyejeong here." She lay down next to you, Park placed a vibrator inside the woman's pussy making her moan, holding it tight. "You stupid little girl, we're going to fuck your ass and your pussy."

Sara fitted herself at your entrance, while Yeonjin began to penetrate your tight hole, both trying to fit inside you, starting — or at least trying — a rhythm so that the two of you came in and out together, your insides squeezed. by them, his arms holding onto Lee who had her lips on his neck mistreating him, while Yeonjin pressed her breasts against his back and pushing her waist to sit on the dicks while pressing the vibrator on Hyejeong, her eyes that met they were filled with tears.

Sly moans filled the place, the smell of sex, bodies going as hard as they could, you came with Hyejeong but the women didn't stop, their eyes crying from so much stimulation. "Yeonjin! Sara!" She called for them so sensitively. "S-slower! P-please! Ah!" She moaned desperately.

"I have a surprise for you.." She spoke close to her neck. "Do you want all of our cum?" She bit off a piece of her skin. "Do you want to have our seeds in you?" She asked wrapping her hand around her neck, squeezing it.

"Ah! Yes! I want your cum filling me up" She replied slyly, the women and their movements reaching their insides with their thick and sticky liquids, filling their holes completely, their lips being taken by Sara, a kiss sweetly caressing her face delicately as if it were the most precious thing in the world, they slowly withdrew from her inside, her head resting on Lee's shoulder, Yeonjin sitting next to her caressing Hyejeong who was almost completely asleep, breathing panting, the temperature returning to normal, they felt the liquids coming out of their holes, biting their lips, so exciting.

"Are you okay? Were you hurt?" Sara whispered, kissing her cheek. "I'm fine, you guys were great." She smiled, moving her face away to see them all. "I'm almost sure I won't be able to sit down.." She said, making them laugh.

"You started!" Hyejeong accused. "We wouldn't be fucked like this if you hadn't come up with the idea of us wearing almost see-through nightgowns."

"Doesn't sound like a complaint to me." Yeonjin told Sara that she agreed. "Let's go inside before we catch a cold or someone shows up, Doyeong must have already called." Sara held her on her lap taking her inside and Park helped Hyejeong walk into the house.

[halfratsalready]

Sara: What, I can’t be in a bad mood? It’s like people think, “oh, Sara is such a nice person, Sara is so happy-go-lucky! Sara can’t be in a bad mood!” Well, you know what? Sara CAN be in a bad mood! And right now, Sara IS be in a bad mood!

[firenati0n]

who truly stuck the knife in first

by firenati0n on ao3

M | 3.7k

tags: spy au, partners to lovers, banter, getting together, sexuaIIy charged wrestling, first kiss, protective henry, alex pov

“Did I say I wanted you to touch me? Maybe Vincent and Charles have a dead bedroom. Who wants to kiss a face like yours, anyway?” Patently false, considering Alex has wanted to do it forever. But he shelves that thought for a different day.  Henry raises an eyebrow as he smooths down the lines of his suit. “Hm. You think you'll get to kiss me with a smart mouth like that?” “Okay, Foxy. Don’t expect my tongue anywhere near yours tonight if things get sticky.” Henry smiles, soft and secretive. “Sure, Alex. No tongues, if you insist.”

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[manchesterau]

here come the dreams of you and me

pairing: Dan Howell/Phil Lester

rating: explicit

word count: 1.6k

summary: So he and Dan are a thing now. Phil doesn’t really know what thing they are but it’s something he knows he wants to hold onto and never let go.

tags: kissing, uni au, frottage, fluff, basically them recreating emo boys kissing

READ HERE ON AO3

[cannibalismyuri]

never did shine as bright will byers / mike wheeler | 14.5k | @bylerbigbang baybee! | tangled au go brr 💫🕰 | the playlist

Of a prince, with the sun's rays interwoven into the helixes of the DNA comprising the strands of his hair, who has spent his entire life being trapped in the shadows, making his way into the light. Of a thief, who has spent his life learning how to have people and the art of being invisible, starting to come into his own and let someone have him.

available to read here on ao3!

BONUS : the amazing companion art by @cherrishnoodles can be found here🌻

[kujousgf]

LUNCH. fame!au

pairing: kujou sara + f!reader

summary: sara's really missed you. and you've missed her just as much

warnings: smut, rockstar!sara, singer!reader, oral

wc: 1.4kish

a/n: rockstar sara <3

“Why don’t you come over here?” Sara plays with the pick between her fingers as she leans back against the couch where she was sitting in her studio, holding her phone up to her ear with the other hand. She was alone today, opting to use the little break in her packed schedule to perfect and pick at the instrumentals she had already recorded, unlike everyone else who decided to use today as a well deserved rest. While she usually prefers to do this process alone, only calling in the band’s producer if it’s absolutely necessary, she can’t deny that she would enjoy your company. It has been a few weeks since you’ve been able to see each other.

“I don’t know. Are you gonna ignore me the whole time like last time?” You’re leaning up against the wall, phone pressed to your ear and surveying the room around you as you recall the last time you joined Sara at the studio where she ignored you in favor of her guitar for two hours. You’re currently making a polite appearance at some listening party you were invited to, unsure of whose it even was. No one in your immediate circle, you know that. 

“You’d rather that than whatever party you’re at right now, wouldn’t you?” You can practically hear the smirk on her lips and it makes you want to roll your eyes, if not for the lack of privacy you currently have. It would be easy for someone to misinterpret something like that. “I’m not answering that.”

And then, “I think I can make an exit.”

About twenty five minutes later, you find yourself outside of Sara’s condo. You let yourself in, having long since been given a key to the space, and make your way toward the studio that sits at the end of the hallway on the right side of the rather spacious place. You give a little knock on the studio door before you enter and find Sara sitting on one of the stools in the recording booth, guitar in her lap as she tries out different chords. She doesn’t look up, not having heard the knock on the door. 

She’s wearing a pair of baggy black jeans and a white tank. You think it’s unfair how attractive she looks even in something so simple. You walk toward the control board and press one of the buttons that interferes with the sound isolation, “Hey, rockstar.” Her head snaps up and she shoots you a smile that makes your knees weak before she sets the guitar onto its stand and stands up. She runs a hand through her hair to push it out of her face and exits the booth, “hey yourself.” 

She pulls you in towards her by your waist and presses a soft kiss to your lips, “took you long enough.” Your hands come up to rest on her chest, fiddling with the charm on the necklace that hangs around her neck, “the party was in West Hollywood. It’s not my fault you chose to live in downtown LA. You’re just lucky traffic wasn’t that bad tonight.”

“You can never just accept the fact that I wanted to see you, can you?” If you were anyone else, you might think that Sara was annoyed, but the slightly twinkle in her eye and the barely there teasing tone tells you otherwise. “And you can never just say that you missed me like everyone else, can you?”

Sara gives you an amused smirk and then pulls you in for another kiss, more heated this time, her hands slipping underneath your shirt to rest on your bare skin. They’re a little cold and you shiver slightly, but it’s a welcome feeling. She pulls away shortly after, just enough to be able to speak, and her lips brush against yours as she does, “I missed you.” 

You had planned to just hangout with Sara tonight, watch her play and catch up on everything the two of you have been doing these past few weeks, make sure she eats something because you know she gets so engrossed in her work she forgets, but with Sara looking at you like that everything goes out the window. 

“Shut up.” You pull her in by her shirt, your lips crashing together, the both of you kissing each other like you might die if you don’t. Sara’s almost dizzy with want, kissing you with the fervor of a woman starved. Her blunt nails dig into the soft skin of your hips and you let out a little moan in response. 

Sara’s tongue slips into your mouth and you make no attempt at dominance, letting her take over immediately. You move your arms to wrap around her neck, your fingers tangling in her hair, tugging slightly. She starts to walk you both toward the couch until the back of your calves hit the edge and you’re falling into it. 

She pulls away, if only to make sure you settle onto the couch fine. It’s not a position you usually find yourself in, being the one in Sara’s lap nine and a half times out of ten, but Sara looms over top of you this time, an almost predatory look in her eyes. 

“I’m starving. Haven’t eaten all day, you know.” She leans down to press searing kisses to your neck and throat, your eyes fluttering shut as you lean your head back to give her more room. “Mhm? Was gonna—” your breath hitches as her teeth scrape against the column of your throat, “—ask if you’d eaten.” 

“So sweet…” Sara hums, and you’re not sure if she’s referring to your concern for her or the way your skin tastes against her tongue. “I think I know exactly what I want.” One of her hands trails down your waist and rests on top of your thigh. Your cheeks are embarrassingly hot and you’re sure Sara can tell how flustered you are even without properly looking at you.  You’re breathless as you speak, not sure you’ve ever seen Sara so… hungry. “Whatever you want.”

She pulls back, flashing you the most satisfied smirk you think you’ve ever seen before she sinks to her knees on the floor in front of you. “You don’t mind, do you? I’ve been thinking about having you since lunch.” There’s a sparkle in her eye that tells you she knows just how much she affects you and you shake your head, huffing quietly, “stop teasing.”

“If you insist.” She grips your thighs and pulls you to the edge of the couch, leaning in to press soft kisses to your thighs. She pushes them apart, fingertips digging into your plush flesh, before she reaches up to tuck your skirt into its own waistband. The noise you let out when she leans in to press a kiss to your clothed cunt would be embarrassing if you didn’t feel Sara grip your thighs just a little harder. 

She licks a stripe up your thin panties and you whimper. She moves her hands up your thighs, palms sliding against your skin. Her fingertips slip past the hem of your panties and she lifts them slightly, sliding her fingers down towards your cunt. “Sara… don’t tease. Please.”

“Was just making sure you’re ready, baby.” She doesn’t even pull your panties down, just pushes them to the side before she dives in. Her tongue feels like heaven against you, one hand moving down to tangle in her hair and the other gripping at the couch. “Fuck, Sara.”

“ Mm?” She hums against you and your hips buck against her face before you can stop them. One of her hands moves to grip your hip, holding you down against the couch, while the other grips your thigh. 

She alternates between licking and sucking at your clit and pushing her tongue into you, moaning quietly each time you tug her hair a little harder than usual. It’s not long before she’s pushing you over the edge once, twice, three times. Eventually you’re whining and pushing her away weakly, chest heaving and cunt sensitive. 

“S-Sara, I can’t.”

“I don’t know. I think you can do one more for me, can’t you, baby?”

I could eat that girl for lunch. She dances on my tongue.

[bamsara]

If you're stressing out about a part of the writing process for fanfic to the point where it's not fun anymore, just don't do that part

Post that fanfic with 1000 grammar and spelling errors. Make your characters OOC and give it a Mary Sue. It is a hobby you're sharing not a literature assignment you have to turn in by midnight

[harbingersglory]

Mayhaps something with (transfem) Kujou Sara fucking a bratty reader who (intentionally) pisses her off to the point where she goes all out with her full inhuman strength, ultimately knocking them up completely by accident because she was so caught up in the moment she forgot to pull out?

I bet nobody expected her to be first out of her siblings to become a parent, least of all herself, but she ain’t complaining!

{☆} characters kujou sara {☆} notes drabble, implied fem reader, sub reader, transfem kujou sara {☆} warnings 18+ content, breeding kink

Kujou Sara was not one to allow herself to lose her ironclad control– she was a general, above all else, a servant of the Almighty Shogun.

Yet try as she might, you..you had a way of getting under her skin in a way that had her patience and will tested. Maybe it was the bratty, teasing demeanor that had her jaw clenched so hard it creaked, or maybe it was the provocative words you'd whisper in her ear while she was trying to focus.

It was irrelevant in the face of her dragging you back to her quarters, her brows furrowed and her lips pursed into a thin line– she tried to be gentle, but her grip was firm on her arm as she pulled you into the delicately managed room, her composure cracking like shattering glass. She wanted to wipe that smug grin off your face when she slammed her hands against the door, the wall nearly splintering beneath barely restrained strength, her expression..less than amused.

"Just what are you trying to accomplish?" She ground out, her teeth aching from how hard she was clenching her jaw– and, though she refused to outwardly admit it, your little..distraction was working far better then she wanted to admit to even herself. "I told you not to..to do such things while I'm working. Do you ever listen?"

She nearly growled– like some common beast, she thinks, and she is glad for her tempered control that she did not embarrass herself in such a way. She still had her dignity. But Archons, you were testing that control even still– the way your tongue poked out like a child, mocking and teasing, as if you wanted her to snap.

She almost considered it, but..you were human, she had to remind herself. Archons knows she's never forgive herself if she actually hurt you.

"What? Can the General not handle a little playful banter?" Sara opened her mouth to snarl back a reply, but she closed it but a sharp click just as quickly, a grimace gracing her features instead. "Is that all it takes to rile you up?"

She wants to deny it, keep her sense of control, but damn it– the way your hands glide across her skin, your nails just barely ghosting across the flexing muscles of her back..she feels her control slipping faster then she can maintain it, her lip quivering.

"You.." She croaks out in reply, trying to subdue the uneasy urge that lingers in the back of her mind with every glance down at you, every touch of your hands, every word that drips from your lips like honey. The silence is broken by a low growl, her hands tugging you off your feet and practically shoving you onto the bed.

"What? Are you going to shut me up? Or are you going to admit you enjoy it?"

Fine, she thinks, fine! If this is what you want so badly, she's going to shut you up the only way she knows she can.

She wastes little time between shoving you onto the bed and climbing on it herself, one of her hands reaching up to tangle in your hair as she shoves your face into the mattress, her other hand fumbling with your clothes– just enough to expose your dripping cunt to her, nostrils flaring at the sharp tang of your arousal, her teeth bared in a snarl.

She can't help the raspy groan that tumbles from her lips at the sight– you looked perfect like that. Quiet, your face forcibly held down, your thighs soaked in your own arousal. She absentmindedly wonders if you'd been so wet the entire time– if you'd just been waiting, no, practically begging for her to just..she can't even finish the thought, her hands trembling and her control slipping even further.

Her free hand fumbles with the hem of her own shorts, freeing her straining, twitching cock, pre cum beading at the tip. Her fist tightens in your hair as she leans over you, pressing her chest against your back and aligning her aching cock to your entrance. She almost snaps out of the fog clouding her rationality, but it returns in full force when she snaps her hips forward, sinking into your cunt with a sharp hiss.

"Fuck," Sara curses beneath her breath, groaning at the tight heat enveloping her– Archons, she'd never get used to it. It only drove her further over the edge, rolling her hips to force more of her cock into you. "Not..not going to talk back?" She growled, huffing and releasing her hold on your hair to instead slip her fingers past your lips. The muffled, garbled response was..far more enjoyable than she expected, the hazy eyed look as she sunk fully into you.

It made her feel lightheaded, to be honest. She was getting a bit too carried away, but the way your walls squeezed against her..her teeth ached for an entirely different reason, tongue swiping over the sharp points before she leaned down to sink them into your shoulder, pulling out and slamming back in with a muffled groan. Her pace was frantic after that, dragging moans and whimpers from your throat like a chorus of broken notes.

She hated how easily you got under her skin, but damn it, she couldn't deny how good it felt to put you in your place. You couldn't even get away if you tried– you were human, and while it made you fragile it also made you weak. Easier to handle.

Even if your tongue was far sharper than your appearance would make one believe.

Archons, she was so close, though. She pulled her fingers from your mouth, nearly crumbling at the moan that tumbled openly from your lips immediately after– she may have chastised you for your attitude, but she still thoroughly enjoyed hearing you. Just knowing you were unable to form anything more complex then senseless babbling was a special kind of high.

She wants to speak, but even her own words fail her beyond a low groan, the absence filled with the slick sound of her wild thrusts, caring little about the stinging ache in her thighs as she pounds you into the mattress without a shred of hesitation or rationality beyond fucking you into silence.

A small part of her, the rational part, tried to remind her to pull out– but your cunt felt so fucking good she just kept going despite the sirens blaring in her head. Even as your limbs tensed and your voice grew hoarse from screaming, she kept you beneath her, nipping at your throat to leave her mark against your skin. She was so close, just..just a little more. Just a little longer. Archons, she doesn't ever want to leave– doesn't ever want to pull out.

Her hands grasp your hips tightly as she nears her own climax, slamming back into you with a broken moan– she barely registered the fact she had cum inside you beyond the thrill of it dribbling down your thighs, not even her cock enough to keep you plugged up as she tried to gain some semblance of control through the haze.

..Fuck. She was going to regret this. She was, every so slowly, coming back to her senses– the first thing she felt was embarrassment, then panic, and then resignation.

At the very least she hadn't accidentally fucked you into unconsciousness on accident.

She was much gentler as she sat up, her cock still half hard as she pulled out, inhaling sharply at the way her cum dripped down onto the sheets. She hated how arousing it was. No– no. She needed to get a hold of herself.

But then again..you didn't seem to be complaining, at least not yet. She hesitantly lifted her eyes to see your expression, her throat suddenly feeling dry at the smug satisfaction on your face.

[gulliblelemon]

Forgiveness

Another drabble because I've unlocked something apparently. Thanks, @youngroyals-events

“I forgive you, you know?”

Sara looks at Felice, standing in her doorway, towel in hand, hair dripping onto her sweatshirt.

“I know,” Sara says.

“It doesn’t mean I wasn’t upset but… I forgive you now.”

Sara nods.

“Are we… okay?” Felice looks unsure. Sara doesn’t want her to feel unsure about their friendship ever again.

“Of course,” Sara says.

“Can I have a hug?” Felice asks. Sara can hear that she’s close to tears.

Sara stands and wraps her arms around Felice.

After a moment, Felice asks, “Do you… forgive yourself?”

Sara stills. She’d never realised she needed to.