#we see that bc he's asked to strip naked

[the-acid-pear]

Fun fact: that's Che Guevara.

[archangeldyke-all]

For the arranged marriage au I thought it was so funny how readers mom was regretting setting her up with Sevika. Could we see more of that? Like it could be the morning after the last fic you wrote of them and they can barely get any of their responsibilities taken care of bc they’re all over each other and readers mother and sevs father has to keep reminding them 😭

That was just one thought I had so I hope that’s enough to help you out and get ideas flowing!

I LOVE THEM adl;fja;slkdj

men and minors dni

"you are in so much trouble, young lady."

you cringe in your mother's arms, her stern voice still the same after all this time.

sevika's taken you home for your third anniversary. as much as you love zaun, there's no place like home, and you've been dying to show sevika all over your kingdom since you moved to zaun.

you pull away from your hug with your mom to blink up at her. "hello to you too, mom. good to see you after all this time...?" you prompt. she rolls her eyes and pinches your cheek.

"yes, yes, you look amazing, i feel so old, i've missed you dearly. now tell me why the king of zaun has been writing me, begging me to get you under control?" she asks, her pinch on your cheek flying up to your ear.

you cringe and squirm. "mom!" you whine. "he pushes sev around too much, whaddya expect?" you manage to duck out of her pinch, and run into your dad's arms before she can grab you again.

he and sevika are laughing at the sight of the queen disciplining her daughter, and he kisses your throbbing earlobe when you hug him. "hello, dear." he greets. "it's so good to have you back. how long are you staying?"

"six months." sevika replies for you.

your mother groans at her answer.

you only end up staying for three.

about a month into your stay, you sneak sevika out of the palace walls to visit the hot springs you used to frequent as a rebellious teenager.

it takes a few nips of the liquor in the flask you'd brought along to convince her-- but you manage to get sevika to strip down naked with you and go for a swim.

it's magical, swimming and laughing and playing with your wife in the warm water, the moon your only witness.

"so this is what you did for fun growing up?" sevika asks when she's got you in her arms, your arms around her shoulders, your legs around her hips. she holds you easily in the water-- though she doesn't struggle out of the water with this either.

"this, and a whole lotta drinking games." you joke. sevika snorts.

"am i the first girl you ever brought here?" she asks.

you grin, and sevika ducks her head in embarrassment. "are you jealous baby?" you ask.

"'m a fucking princess. you're my wife. 'm not jealous." she mumbles.

you cackle, then swoop in to kiss the frown off her lips. "you're the first girl i ever brought here." you promise. her pout vanishes and she smiles.

"you're just saying that to make me feel better." she accuses. you laugh and nod along, and she groans.

"what the fuck! you brought other women here?!" she whines. your laughs are so loud, a few birds asleep in the trees overhead wake up and fly away. "who are they? i'll kill 'em." she demands.

you kiss your wife. "sev, darling, i was fifteen. we'd stick our feet in and pass a bottle-- i'd be lucky if i got a kiss." you say. she's still pouting, but it's lessening as you speak.

"so... they didn't see you naked?" she asks, her eyes ducking down to take a quick peek at your tits as she speaks. you burst into another round of laughter.

"no, they didn't. they didn't have their hands on my ass like this either." you say, gesturing to the way she's holding you. sevika's pout breaks into a cocky smile as she squeezes your asscheeks, and you giggle.

"fuckin' idiots. i'd've been all over you babe, i promise." she mumbles as she starts to press kisses down your throat. you snort.

"baby-- i've seen the royal portraits from when you were fifteen." you tease. she groans, biting your throat to keep you from speaking. you just tug her hair and continue. "i think you'd've been way too distracted by the stables and horses to give a fuck about skinny dipping."

sevika bites your shoulder and you yelp, and then she glares up at you. "you're never gonna let that go, are you?" she groans.

you giggle and shake your head no.

sevika was obsessed with horses in her adolescence, to the point where she demanded that she be painted alongside all her horses (both real and imaginary) for her fifteenth portrait. it's fucking adorable-- one of your favorite paintings of her in all of zaun. the childlike whimsy in her eyes, the excited grin on her lips, the ridiculous riding uniform that she was quickly outgrowing in the midst of puberty-- it's perfect. you've asked for a minature version to be painted so you can keep it in a locket.

sevika hates it. to distract you from your fond, adoring laughter, she pushes you against a stone, and shoves her tongue down your throat.

it's a pretty good distraction.

you moan, scratching sevika's shoulders in a weak attempt to pull her even closer to you.

just as her hand starts to trail up your thigh toward your cunt, a scandalized gasp rings out, followed by a clatter.

you and sevika jump apart, and then a moment later, sevika jumps in front of your naked body, protecting your naked body from view of your intruder.

only-- it's not an intruder.

it's holy elder reginald, and all his religious gear.

"oh my-- ladies!" he squeaks. you and sevika both cringe and quickly jump out of the water to begin dressing yourselves as reginald turns his back, but continues to shout. "it's the first full moon of spring! it's a holy day! these are holy waters! you are desecrating a landmark sacred to our peo--"

"sorry reggie!" you giggle, pulling your underwear back on and grabbing sevika's wrist. "i-i forgot about the moon magic stuff, zaun's all about the sun!"

this pisses the old man off even more, and you shrink in on yourself as he spins around to gawk at you. "the moon mag-- princess!" he scolds.

behind you, sevika tugs on your grasp. you giggle, then let her pull you back toward the dirt path you'd come in on, both of you sprinting away from the screaming old man, cackling as you run through the forest and back toward your palace.

when you get back to your room, both of you are delirious with laughter and embarrassment, laughing against one another hysterically as you try to kiss.

in the morning, your mother nearly rips your ear off your head with all the pinching she does as she scolds you. it's worth it for the way sevika blushes each time holy elder reginald attends a meeting with her, though.

two months into your visit, sevika almost causes an uprising a small fishing village when the two of you visit.

she doesn't mean to, it's just a cultural miscommunication, but you watched in horror as your wife is offered a precious, sacred scale from the great fish of your nation-- and she pops it in her mouth and starts chewing.

you gasp, choke, and then squeal. "sev, no!"

but, it's too late. she swallowed it. the ancient token of appreciation, acceptance, and leadership-- meant to be worn like a badge of honor-- right down the hatch.

"what, was there a sauce to dip it in or something?" she asks.

you had to put yourself between your wife and the mob of angry old fishermen, waving your hands and promising your people that your wife doesn't know the custom-- that most gifts in zaun are edible-- that, really, if you get to know her, she's very nice.

(then you have to rush her back home to the medic, because her stomach starts acting up and she starts shitting her pants. she spends the rest of the week in the royal infirmary.)

and then, the final straw-- three months into your visit back home, you and sevika attend a ball.

it's meant to be something lowkey and smiple-- there are a few foreign dignitaries visiting, and now that they have no children to raise, your parents are always looking for a reason to have a dance.

a casual affair-- just your family and the nobles, a few merchants, some townspeople who won tickets for a night at the palace in a lottery-- something easy and fun to take place in the courtyard on a lovely spring evening.

but then, he shows up.

sir trent. you grew up with the asshole-- his parents are invaluable consultants to your parents, but he's a worthless dickhead. constantly questioning your parents decisions, acting as if he could rule a country with ease despite the fact that he hasn't worked a day in his life, manipulating and demeaning everyone he meets in an attempt to boost his own ego.

you manage to avoid him most the night, you and sevika dancing and eating and drinking in your own little corner by the rose bushes, wrapped up in each other's eyes-- uncaring of the world around you.

but then he swaggers over, a smirk on his lips as he approaches you. "princess!" he greets.

you and sevika slow to a sway and you nod politely. "sir trent, good to see you."

"'s been a while, huh?" he asks. you nod, then turn back to sevika, assuming the conversation is over. "who's your lady friend?" he asks.

you stop in your tracks, then turn to face him fully, letting go of sevika's hips. "my wife?" you ask.

"oh, is that so?" he asks. you nod, not understanding his line of questioning. "so your parents finally relented to all your..." he waves his hand in your general direction. "stuff."

"my stuff?"

"your bullshit."

"excuse me--" sevika tries to cut in. you hold a hand up, and she stops, her chest just barely brushing your fingers.

"my bullshit?"

"how do the two of you expect to produce an heir?" he asks. "it's a disgrace to the entire royal bloodline."

"a bloodline you are not a part of." you remind him.

he scoffs, and takes a step back, his face turning red in anger. "fuck you."

"you fuckin' wish!" you laugh. trent shivers, and then his voice squeaks as he screams.

"i don't wish, princess, but if you ever need a sperm donor, i'd be willing to bend that wife of yours ov--"

you aren't sure what's happened until your knuckles start stinging.

trent's flat on his back, knocked out cold, his nose bloody. all the party guests have turned to face you, and the music's stopped.

you blink down at your hand, your knuckles bloody, and then you giggle.

oh. you think. i've always wanted to do that.

"...babe?" sevika asks.

you turn around, and sevika breaks into a grin the moment your eyes meet. "are you okay?" you ask, worried about the disgusting things he'd said to her. sevika cackles, and pulls you in for a sloppy kiss.

you vaguely register the conducter counting the band off, and the music starting again. a few hoots and cheers ring out around the courtyard, and you even hear your dad's loud, proud laugh.

when sevika's hand travels down to grab your ass, your mother's eerily loud throat-clear rings out. you both jump away guiltily, and turn to face the queen as she approaches you.

"i'm sorry mom, he w--"

"don't worry, dear, sir trent's always been my least favorite of the nobles." she whispers, kissing your cheek, and reaching out to hold sevika's hand. she sighs, then rolls her eyes. "that being said, i am kicking you two out of my kingdom."

you blink. "what?"

"i ask that you return to zaun before next week-- or i will have you forcibly deported." she says. you blink again.

"what!?"

"dear, if i let you stay any longer, the two of you will cause a fucking war." she says. "i love you. i've missed you. i am so happy you and sevika are happy and in love-- but i simply cannot deal with your mayhem anymore. your ban will be lifted next year, when you will be allowed to visit again for one month. that's it."

your mother turns on her heels and marches away, and you watch her go, shocked.

under your feet, trent starts to groan and blink awake.

beside you, your wife bursts into laughter.

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[throneofsapphics]

hiii

just had an idea but i’m curious of your take on it : feyre, mor and reader playing twister while drunk for girls night, amren is sitting on the couch watching kinda amused while reader is in the weirdest position, they played truth or strip just before so they’re half naked (everyone has underwear lmao) and the bat boys walk in and smell/see the alcohol like “wtf is going on” and reader falls on the floor while the girls are laughing, maybe cassian wants to join… i’d like if az or cass was readers mate but i don’t mind!!

i love your work so much i keep refreshing your page so i don’t miss anything bc my notifs don’t work lmao 🫶🏼🫶🏼

girl’s night 

Azriel x Reader

Summary: Feyre and Mor come up with new games for girls night

Warnings: drinking, nudity, a bit of suggestiveness, general chaos

A/N: I appreciate you! I loved this idea so much thank you!

Everything was fine until Mor brought out whiskey. It started with truth or drink, which wasn’t too horrible, until Amren decided you, Mor, and Feyre had enough - and snatched the bottle away, stalking out of the room to hide it somewhere else.

When she was gone, Feyre got the brilliant idea to play truth or strip. 

“But,” 

“There’s always a but,” you groaned, ignoring her glare. 

“If you choose ‘strip’ the other person decides what you take off.” Mor met your eyes, and raised a brow, as if she was saying ‘are you going to chicken out?’ Teeth dug into your bottom lip, before you turned back to Feyre and accepted her challenge. There’s no way in hell you’d be the one to turn down a challenge. 

“Why aren’t we playing truth or dare?” You asked anyway. 

“Last time,” Amren picked at one of her nails with a tiny bone, “Mor broke Rhysand’s favorite clock.” 

“I bought a new one.” She muttered. 

When Feyre not so innocently asked what made you scream so loud the night before, you lost your shirt. Amren took up guard on the couch, watching the three of you with a grin on her face - and you got the distinct sense she would be holding this against you for a while. 

Feyre cut her game off when the three of you were in various states of undress, preventing you from being fully naked in her sitting room, and Mor rolled out the surprise she’d been hiding all night. 

Some kind of rug with various different colored dots on it. She clapped her hands together, and started explaining. 

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You heard the door open and shut, the sounds of three pairs of footsteps coming down the hall, and realized you had no time to disentangle yourself from the mess you were in. 

One arm slid under Feyre, who was on all fours - her ass up in the air to keep give you enough room to touch the dot. Your feet were spread apart, hips up in the air as your other hand supported you, balancing precariously. 

“I have no idea how you’re doing that.” Mor humphed, sitting off to the side - she’d already lost her round. 

Amren called out, “right hand on yellow.” Feyre’s turn. The door creaked open, just as she tried to reach under you, but knocked off balance and fell, letting out a small shriek.

“FEYRE GO OVER.” Mor yelled, ten seconds too late, you were already falling, Feyre rolling right over you, as you tumbled after her. You blinked your eyes open to see three, very confused looking males in the doorway, and flopped back down with a groan. Mor could explain this one. 

“Who gave my mate whiskey?” Azriel’s amused voice came through. 

“And why are you all half-naked?” Rhys purred. 

You lifted your head enough to glance down. You were actually half naked, completely in your underwear. A glance at Feyre and Mor - they were both the same. At least you’d coordinated. 

“It’s …” you stumbled over words, “new fashion.” 

Azriel’s face loomed above you, wings flared out like he was covering you from the rest - your shirt in one hand, his other hand held out for you. You took it, head spinning as he hauled you to your feet, slipping your shirt over you as you protested. 

“How did you lose your shirt?” He asked mildly, tugging you into his side. 

“Feyre asked an inappropriate question.” Feyre stuck her tongue out at you, and you returned the gesture. 

“They played truth or strip,” Amren sighed. 

“Traitor,” Mor taunted, receiving a half-hearted snarl in reply. Rhys’s eyes darted between the two, watching to see if he would de-escalating a potential fight. 

“She asked,” Mor started and you lunged forward, slapping a hand over her mouth. 

“What happens in girls night, stays in girls night.” You hissed at her as Azriel pulled you away. 

“I think you need to go to bed.” He shepherded you out of the room, wing blocking the threatening glares you were sending to Mor and Feyre.

[forlorn-crows]

Crowwwww what do you think about Mountain coming to Aeon one winter afternoon and inviting him for a nap. Aeon jumping at the opportunity, getting into Mount's room and immediately starting to strip. Mountain giving him a look like ???? when he sees, asking Aeon what he's doing. Aeon like...uhhhh aren't we fucking? And that's how Mountain finds out that the new guy has only been in other beds for sex reasons and has never just...cuddled and dozed off with anyone. Makes him a lil sad, so he just tells Aeon to put his shirt back on and srawl in and when Mount gets him spooned against his chest and wraps an arm around him Aeon’s just like....o h.

:3

i know who you are

poor guy. just assumed mountain wanted him for sex. not that he was turning it down, obviously, but the look mountain gives him when he starts shucking his clothes makes him freeze w/confusion.

and mount just wanted a cuddle. looking at him so puzzled like "...you want to cuddle naked or...?"

staring at each other until mountain shakes his head and kindly steers him to the bed to lie down. presses himself up against aeon's back and settles into the covers, one big hand pressed against his sternum.

"you sure you dont wanna---"

"no, aeon, just---breathe, relax." smooths his thumb over his chest in little movements.

"oh. okay."

its probably so foreign to him, nonsexual intimacy. maybe he's never had that in his life before this one, wherever you want to believe that was. just assumes now that bed equals sex. again, not that hes complaining at all. but now that hes snuggled with mountain pressed against his back it feels . . . nice. different. warm.

he loses himself a little, eyes going droopy, only for them to snap open when some crackly, rumbly noise sounds from deep within his ribcage.

mountain huffs a laugh behind him, already anticipating the question he asks

"is that coming from me?" but its all shaky bc of the purring

"yeah, you're purring. we do that." and mountain kicks up his own, deeper and rumbling between them both and aeon chirps at how funny it feels. but huh, it is nice to just. lie there. not do anything, yet be close to someone else.

mountain's a lil sad about it internally; have the others really just been tossing him around from bed to bed only for fucking? so maybe some part of him is glad he got to be the one to show him.

but aeon of course, gets over his momentary embarrassment pretty quickly after he's spooned by a big earth ghoul. and def will be asking for a nap again later.

[brotherwtf]

a jealous clegan drabble bcs I'm losing my grip on reality

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The bar is hot and muggy, and Gale feels his eyes droop from the scent of smoke and incense. It was pleasant about an hour ago, but now he's exhausted and sweaty. John's chatter is like white noise to Gale's ears and he just lets the sounds wash over him.

He's working up the courage to ask John to go home when a perky woman sidles up to John's side and starts making conversation. Gale rolls his eyes and situates himself further onto the bar stool. This night just got a whole lot longer.

Gale tries to ignore the way the girl is looking at John, or the way she pushes her arms under he breasts to shove them up further, or that she's licking her lips and flicking her eyes down to John's every third word he says. Gale rolls his eyes and tries not to gag.

She's smiling saccharine sweet when Gale finally tunes into what she's saying.

"Well maybe we could go back to my place, you know, do what we did back in college," She muttered, and god if eyes could strip a man of his clothes, John would be naked.

Gale fumes at the words, clenching his fists against the table of the bar. Who does she think she is? Can she not see him right there, watching his boyfriend get so openly flirted with?

"Hey, John," Gale says and John instantly turns around.

Gale grabs John's jaw and brings him in for an obnoxious kiss, purposefully making a loud noise and spying the appalled look on the girls face.

"I'm getting tired, let's go home," Gale says and John nods quickly, bidding the girl a kind goodbye before taking Gale's hand and leading him outside the bar.

Gale smirks and turns back to the girl, mouthing He's mine and letting John take him back to the car.

There's a tension so thick during the drive home you could cleave it with an axe. Gale crosses his arms and refuses to look at John, and he can tell John is sweating from the lack of attention.

When they get back to their apartment, Gale still doesn't look at John and goes to sit on the couch, making sure to huff loudly when he sits. He spies John from the corner of his eye nervously taking off his shoes and putting up the keys before following Gale into their living room.

"Gale, what's wrong, doll?" John asks, sitting next to Gale on the couch.

Gale does nothing except point at the space between his knees, still not looking at John. John easily slides off of the couch, kneeling between Gale's open legs and looking up at him through brown eyelashes. Gale finally looks down at John and smirks. How easily John bends at his whim, how easily John does what he's told. He brings one of his hands up and caresses John's cheek, running a thumb over the sharp angle of his cheekbones.

"Who was that at the bar, John?" Gale asks and can feel John shakily sigh against his hand.

"Some girl I messed around with in college, didn't even know she lived around here," John mutters.

Gale clicks his tongue, shaking his head and looking down at John with his icy blue eyes.

"Well what would have happened if I wasn't there, huh? Probably would have fucked you right there, god she looked desperate," Gale mutters, hand trailing up to John's hair and tangling his fingers in it gently.

John pants gently, tucking his face against Gale's knee and shaking his head.

"No... no I didn't wan' fuck her," John says and Gale chuckles at the slurred words.

Gale's grip gets tighter on John's hair and relishes in the scrunch of his eyebrows together at the pressure.

"No? Is that so, darling. Well who do you wanna fuck?" Gale asks, voice sweet and smooth like molasses on his tongue.

John whimpers at the words and the pressure in his hair, trying to tuck his face deeper into Gale's thigh.

"You, only you Gale. Only wanna fuck you," John moans, sticking his tongue out to touch the course material of Gale's jeans.

Gale hums in approval, massaging John's scalp and bringing his other hand up to caress his cheek again.

"There's my good boy, all mine, hmm? All mine," Gale says and tugs John's hair until he's back in Gale's lap.

John leans forward and crashes their lips together, and Gale hums, continuing to massage John's hair and sighing into the kiss. John's hands find Gale's waist and lift him from the couch, wrapping his legs around his waist and allowing Gale to deepen the kiss. Gale pulls away panting, and smiles down at John.

"Take me to bed?" Gale asks.

And John moans again on Gale's lips, bringing them to the bedroom and allowing Gale to claim him as his own.

guys how did that happen

[glitteryapricotranchbiscuit]

fem reader x Itto were he really wants her to sit on his face but she worried she’d be to heavy but he proves her wrong and she ends up on his face desperately holding on to his horns

Please ignore this if it makes you uncomfortable have a nice day ❤️

♡ Facesitting Itto X fem!Reader ♡

!● warnings: fem!reader, body whorship, fingering, face sitting, focus on reader <33, very smut, NSFW🔞 no minors or I’ll eat u alive

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note: OMG YEAH THIS IS SO CANON at least in my world, gonna make him sit on fem!reader’s face bc she deserves it (also sry for taking so long bbyy aaaa)

“Awww… come on (y/n)... It won’t hurt me, you know that right?!”, Itto did not stop insisting on his request while you were a blushy mess of the thought of it. “N-no, I worry about crushing you…”, you said quietly but loud enough for him to hear. Another pouty ‘aww’ before Itto gets on his knees. This man really wanted you to sit on his face! “Why do you think that? I am the greatest Oni out here, I can handle you. So please, let me eat you out…”, he begged, now looking up with his big puppy eyes, hands together like he was praying for your approval. Damn, this was the point where you couldn’t deny him. His infamous puppy eyes got you both in the first place together, also many other stuff too, but this one shot an arrow straight through your heart. “O-okay fine… b-but can we go slow?”, you said nervously, fumbling on your shirt while Itto jumps up to hug you. “Heck yeah, babe! You will love it.”, he says while giving you smooches all over your face. As if you would weigh nothing to him, he carried you to the shared bedroom.

Itto sits you safely down and gives another kiss on the mouth before stripping down his pants since he only wears pants around the apartment. It was nothing new to see him fully naked but it still made you feel embarrassed to see his huge dick hanging out freely. Best part is that he was half hard already. Your head heated and you looked away while Itto smirks at you, oh how he loved to see you like this, it totally boosts his confidence even more. “Don’t worry, babe! Today I will only focus on you and…”, he got on one of his knees while starting to undress you and kiss your leg. “... your pretty cunt.” This man had no filter when it comes to the intimacy you both were sharing for some time now, and oh boy, your heart pounds loudly against your chest seeing him kneel down to you. Itto helped you undress before starting to kiss you from your leg up to your mouth, giving on your whole body little butterfly kisses. He carefully leaned you down the bed after you were fully naked, hiding your breast from him. “Aww babe, I love it when you get shy around me. Trust me okay? If it’s too much to handle you know the safeword, right?”, he kissed your hand and waited for a sign from you. You nod and stretch your arms towards his face to cup him. He willingly came near, now towering you before you could cup his face and give him a kiss on his forehead.

“I love and trust you, Itto.” He was right away a blushing mess but this did not stop him from giving you this time deeper kisses while one hand caresses your inner thighs. You open your legs wider for him while he continues to massage your tight. His nails were not too long to hurt you but he used them to make little circles on your skin, touching it lightly, not too harsh. You told him many times before that this makes you laugh more than getting excited but he loved you little laughs. And this way you were getting more comfortable. “Does my little pumpkin want more?”, he asked while giving you neck kisses. “Yes please~”, you hugged him while he used his spit to lubricate his fingers to use it on your cunt. When his wet pointer and ring finger carefully slid between your lips, you bite your bottom lip, fully concentrating on his fingers. He slowly made circles around your clit and kissed your neck, licking and sucking on your skin while he worked on your first orgasm. Itto was painfully slow and you could feel how hot you were getting. “I-itto… please faster…”, you begged, petting his face with one hand while you were holding with the other one the bedsheet under you. “Of course, babe.”, he said, then sped up his circles around your clit. He stopped kissing you to watch your expression you were making as you were slowly building your orgasm. You close your eyes and bite your lip, looking away from him. Itto slowed down his movements and saw you open your eyes again, looking at him. “N-no, don’t play with me, Itto please…”, you pouted at him and cupped his face again. He gave you a deep kiss before letting go of you, sucking your juices from his fingers. “Babe, sit down on my face and I will make you cum, trust me.” You gulped, worrying that you might crush him with your weight but as you saw him replacing himself to the position you were and helping you climb and then sit on his chest. His dick was poking your ass from behind while you leaned down to give him a kiss. His hands are holding on your sides. “You make me crazy… so please, *please*, sit with your lovely cunt on my mouth and I will make you feel like you are in heaven.”

You could have said that you are already in heaven whenever he just fucked you silly but this might be the cherry on top of your relationship with him, when you facefuck him. Which is pretty obvious his idea but maybe you will like it and both of you are pretty open for experimental stuff.  “Alright, but tap on my sides if I crush you or anything, okay?”, you said while climbing up, finally having your pussy right in front of his drooling mouth. “O-of course, (y/n), now come here~”, he couldn’t hold his excitement longer back and pressed your hips down on his mouth, letting his tongue finally lick your wet cunt. His tongue licked your pussy from the bottom to the top doing it a few times over and over again, moaning and growling while digging his nails into your flesh. You hold yourself onto the bed frame and adjust yourself a bit to guide his tongue a little more. Itto noticed it and stuck for a while on your sensitive clit, circling and sucking on it. Making you moan out his name and pressing yourself a bit harder on him. “S-sorry”, you said and were about to lift yourself a bit up, but Itto held you close to him while now he inserted his tongue inside you. Making your eyes roll back and moan louder. And Itto loved it so much. He was drowned with your pussy juices mixed with his own salvia, making a mess. You looked down to see into his hearty shaped eyes and how he continues to eat you out without any stop.

“I am getting close, Itto.”, you stated and started to grind yourself on his face, making his nose meet with your clit with every hip movement. Itto enjoys this way too much with his dick leaking with pre-cum and him going crazy with his tongue. Since he was an Oni, his tongue was a bit larger and longer than human ones which made this experience a lot better than you would expect. “mhmm~”, Itto slurped and moaned non stop after you started grinding harder on him, making him straighten up which made you stumble and instead of holding the bed frame… you now are holding his horns which makes his mind go crazy. You felt something warm on your ass assuming that Itto just came but did not stop eating you out, going even crazier on your pussy. “Itto, Itto…!”, you screamed and moaned while cumming on his face, making your gush and press your legs together. Itto tried to drink as much as he could but ended up patting your sides to signal that he needed to breathe or else he would drown. You immediately stood up and helped him lean up, while also noticing that he really came too. His cum stains his stomach and your ass. “O-oh, are you okay, Itto??” He coughed and smiled. “Oh my archons, yes YESS that was amazing, damn come here”, hugging you and kissing your face. You couldn’t stop him here and now you got your juices on your face too, laughing at his reaction. This also made both of you catch your breaths before he let go of the hug just to give you a big smooch on your forehead. “I am still pretty hard, may I have another delicious meal?”, he grinned while his hands went down to your ass, massaging it. “Only if you let me have a quick break~”, you said, kissing his nose and snuggling against him. Itto leaned back still holding you in his arms and cuddling you. “Anything for you, (y/n), I love you.”

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[angel-of-the-moons]

Idk how tumblr works so, apologies ig this isnt a request place.

But i was thinking poly johnny cage and kenshi x reader, where its just fluff with johnny and reader helping kenshi get dressed, bc hes blind, or something like that♡

Gods im soft for this poly relationship😫

Nahhh you getting something because ashslnsl this shit is cute as fuuuuck

Little Wonders

Kenshi x Johnny x Reader

TW/CW: None!

A/N: This is what I was talking about @crimsonbubble lol

🗡️🎥🗡️🎥🗡️🎥🗡️🎥🗡️🎥

Yet again, Kenshi ripped the shirt open to try and rebutton it. He had been at it for almost twenty minutes, now; having to undo the pearl baubles and slip them back into their holes again.

Only to find that this time, he was not one--but two buttons off and the shirt was still lopsided.

He let out a frustrated hiss and yanked the buttons free, this time snagging one so hard the little object popped out of its stitching and skittered across the bedroom floor.

Hanging his head in defeat, Kenshi felt around until he found the foot of your ridiculously large bed, plopping down and sinking into the downy soft mattress with a hefty sigh.

Kenshi could easily call Sento to him; use the magic sword to grant him his sight so he could see enough to map out the buttons, to get dressed by himself like a grown adult should be able to do.

But without Sento, he was as blind as a newborn kitten. And Sento wasn't a crutch. Kenshi needed to learn how to do things without his eyes, to adjust. Because it's not exactly subtle or publicly acceptable to carry a goddamn katana with you to a red carpet event. Which is what he had been trying to get ready for. He just wanted to wait until you and Johnny were preoccupied with swimming out some of your pre-event jitters in his pool to try, to get some of the privacy he needed to spare his dignity. He needed to learn how to do this, how to cope...

He couldn't walk around like you or Johnny without some sort of aid, couldn't dress himself properly anymore... he was damn lucky he could still feed himself without assistance.

"Oh, Kenshi..." He heard you sigh from the threshold of your bedroom door. You and Johnny smelled like the chlorine from the pool; your bathing suits had been stripped away and you both wore your plush bath robes to ward the chill off your naked bodies.

"If you'd asked us, we could have helped you, Ken." Johnny replied as well, moving to sit next to him as you began to gently unbutton the expensive silk blouse.

"You shouldn't have to." He retorted, "I should be able to do it--"

"Hush." You say to him gently, your fingers gently touching his lips to quiet him. Johnny slipped a hand around the back of Kenshi's neck, kneading the thick knots of tension he found there. His mouth twisted briefly into a slight frown when he felt just how tense he was.

"C'mon, babe!" Johnny said. Kenshi could practically hear the cock-eyed smirk Johnny had on his face. "You know we don't mind. Though, taking your shirt off is more fun than putting one on--"

"Oi! Shut it!" You snort, swatting at him before putting Kenshi's popped shirt on the dresser before pulling out one of Johnny's to put on him.

"Abuse! Abuse!" Johnny laid across his lap dramatically, feigning injury. "Oh, oh my god! Kenshi, do you hear how our lovely partner is treating me?! I swear, I should have you locked up!"

He can't help but smile, despite it all. It never failed. Whenever he was down in the dumps, dealing with his new "handicap" as he so deprecatingly referred to it as, the two of you swooped in to cheer him up, pulling a smile out of him when he thought there was none to be had.

"Hah! Like they'd believe you, you drama queen." You scoff, flicking him in his nose. "Now get up, you cry baby!"

Johnny snickered and laughed as he sat up, crawling onto the bed so he was sitting behind Kenshi, his legs spread to wrap around him from behind casually as he leaned back on his hands.

"Kenshi, hands." You hum to him, brushing a hand through his short dark hair, bringing your hand down to touch his cheek, your thumb caressing the corners of where his eyes used to be, feeling the cratered scars left behind by Mileena's sais.

He complies, his body posture softening as you and Johnny help him slip into the soft, buttery smooth shirt.

Johnny buttons his cuffs while you button his front.

"I..." Kenshi tried to find the words; anything to say to the two of you about why you shouldn't be helping him, that he needs to relearn these things on his own.

Johnny interrupts him first: "Nope." He hums, burying his face in the crook of his neck, breathing in the mixed scent of his own shirt and Kenshi's favorite body wash that still lingered on his skin.

"Can already hear those gears working on your head, Ken. Stop it."

"We're a team, Kenshi." You say to him, cupping his cheeks in your hand as Johnny effectively becomes a human koala bear.

"And we aren't going to let you struggle on your own. It's not weakness to ask for help from those you love. A strong individual knows you can't survive without it."

"Without what exactly?" He sighed, relaxing into the two of you.

"Love, you fuckin' goober." You snicker, leaning down to kiss him, his stubble brushing your face softly.

If he could, Kenshi Takahashi would have cried.

[bluejutdae]

Thank you for fulfulling every seolars/changbins stans dreams with this biker drabble/imagine bc its everythink and now that these pictures are out (istg changbin got inspiration from you) can we have a full on ff about ~sexy~ biker!changbin?

Just an idea!🫶🫶

Not a full in fic cause it seems like I can’t write it, but here’s part 2 of Biker!Changbin! Very sexy I hope…

Biker Changbin (part 2)

Biker!Changbin who grabs your hands while you’re sitting behind him on his bike and circles his waist, making you clasp them on his soft tummy, sadly hidden by his heavy black leather jacket. The bike purrs under your thighs and the adrenaline is high due to the speed.

Biker!Changbin who, when he stops at a red light, rests his hands on your thighs, caressing them and squeezing. It’s only natural for your hands to brush against his groin on their way under this jacket, to end up lightly kneading at the soft layer of skin and fat over his abs. And if he groans, aroused even from that little stimulation, then that’s between him and his helmet.

Biker!Changbin who drives fast just to bring you to the perfect spot for stargazing, far from the city light and far from wandering eyes, because not even 10 minutes after you’re there, he has you sitting on his spot and him on yours, facing each other with your legs around his waist, kissing messily and wet.

Biker!Changbin who can’t help himself but to strip you of your shirt to look at you, lit only by the light of the moon and looking unreal half naked on his bike. And he needs needs needs to whisper sweet words into your neck. “So pretty, you’re so pretty.” It doesn’t matter that he’s been hard since you put your hands under his jacket, you’re his priority. That’s why he keeps on kissing you, your neck, your chest, your stomach, and with deft fingers he unbuttons your jeans and makes space for his hands, fingers looking for that part of you that makes you gasp.

Biker!Changbin pushing you against his boner, thumb playing with your clit and a smile on his lips because he adored all the sounds you’re making for him. “You’re mine. Just mine.” He growls after a particularly delicious bite on your skin. “Say it”. And who are you not to comply with his request? “I’m yours, Binnie. Only yours.” Your words spurs him on and he doubles his efforts to have you come on his fingers.

Biker!Changbin who can’t wait anymore and lowers your remaining clothes just enough to see your wet pussy when he bends you over his bike, chest pressed on the warm leather seat and cunt in the air, even more dripping because of the thrill of being seen. He knows no one ever comes here, but it’s exciting nonetheless. His sticky fingers prod at your entry, preparing you to accommodate him. His other hand’s fingers dug into the softest part of your ass, bordering on bruising, spreading you open.

Biker!Changbin using your wetness to coat himself, letting a groan escape from his lips as your knees tremble for the anticipation and the adrenaline and the lust. He enters you slowly, teasing both of you and bottoming with a deep sigh. After the initial sweetness, he’s nothing but relentless. His clean hand reaches your head and closes itself around your hair, making you arch and making him shift inside you in the perfect direction.

Biker!Changbin who can’t keep his mouth shut and between moans and groans he whispers words of worship, about your beauty, about your body, about how wet and tight you are around him. Circling your waist with his arms he sneaks his hands between your legs, smart fingers coaxing delicious and erotic sounds from you. You tighten your legs, assaulted by his double attack, but he’s an expert lover and it’s not even 2 minutes later you’re shaking and clenching around his cock.

Biker!Changbin who’s so so sweet when he asks for something, low in your ear, a plea: “baby, baby, can I-“ suddenly too shy to openly ask. But you know him well. Pressing your back to his chest, you nod. “Inside, big boy. I want it all inside.” That’s all he takes for him to squeeze you with his strong arms, still in his leather jacket, and cum deep inside you.

Biker!Changbin who, despite having just fucked you under the stars, is still a gentleman. so he helps you clean yourself and kneels to button back up your jeans, leaving a kiss on your hip. He recollects your shirt and watches you get dressed again, as enthralled by it as he is when you undress. He kisses you softly, grabs your helmet and clasps the buckle, making sure it’s fastened properly so you won’t risk being hurt. On the ride home, your arms circle his torso and he loves every moment of it, loves feeling your chest pressed against his back, loves knowing you’re so close to him.

Biker!Changbin who burns himself trying to make breakfast quietly. The steel spatula clangs way too loudly when it touches the floor, and Bin’s curse is just a little quieter than it. So much for trying to make breakfast while you sleep so he can wake you up with the smell of fresh coffee and pancakes. The fruit is fresh and diced, carefully placed in a cute cup on the tray, near it there is hot coffee, pancakes and a cute single flower he had to climb on the fire escape stairs to steal from the upstairs neighbor’s vase, just for you.

[avocado-writing]

First I hope you’re doing okay 🥺🥺

May I request Tangerine x reader taking a bath together, maybe reader washing tangerine’s hair ? 🫶🏼🫶🏼

set in the FBB universe, under a cut bc suggestive ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°) I enjoyed writing this one bc it’s a bit softer♥️

You so rarely get time to yourself any more. Between being a mother and your long shifts at work, days entirely your own are few and far between. You make the most of them when you can. 

You relax in the bath and swish the water around with your hand, enjoying the warm resistant feeling of it. Your tight muscles slowly unclench and for the first time in ages you feel relaxed. 

From across the quiet house you hear the front  door open and shut, then your husband calling your name. You perk up, because if there’s one thing you have even fewer of than days by yourself, it’s days with Tangerine. 

“In the bath, love,” you shout to him, and within seconds he’s walking in. Once upon a time part of you might have been shy about him seeing you naked when he’s fully clothed, but years of marriage shedded that embarrassment. You meet his beautiful blue eyes and smile. 

“Someone looks comfortable,” Tangerine says, reaching down to drop a kiss on your lips. His hand caresses your soapy back and you smile against his mouth. 

“Kids aren’t here, Lemon’s out, I’ve got the day off from work; might as well use it to my advantage.” You look him up and down, a little smile growing on your face. “You going to join me then, big boy?”

It takes Tangerine about half a second before he decides: yes. He is going to join you. His shirt and trousers are stripped and thrown neatly over the empty towel rack, and he steps carefully into the warm water. You were smart to get your en-suite bathroom renovated a couple of years back. The extra large bath was definitely a good idea. 

You take his hand as he joins you, encouraging him to sit between your legs and lay back against your chest. He looks uncertain for a moment, but when you fix him with A Look he knows better than to argue so he gets into place - resting his head back on your shoulder, allowing you access to kiss his neck. He chuckles. 

“If you keep doing that, we aren’t gonna stay in this bath for very long.”

You hum contemplatively and halt your affections. Instead you reach over and grab the nice shampoo Tangerine insists on buying, squeeze some into your hand, and begin to lather up. Your husband tries to look over his shoulder at you but is stopped when you begin to press your fingers into his scalp. 

“Are you… washing my hair?” he asks, a little bemused. You allow one more kiss to his shoulder, soothing. 

“Let me take care of you, eh?”

He doesn’t complain. Instead he lets himself recline in your embrace as you take locks of his hair and cover them with suds, taking extra care to languidly massage him as you go. The impact is immediate, and you feel your husband melt in your arms. It’s not often he allows himself to be vulnerable. You’ll never take for granted how blessed you are to see it. 

When you’re done, you take your time rinsing out your work, then let your hands alight on his pectorals. He takes one and presses a kiss to your fingers. 

“Fuck, I love you,” he mutters. You grin. 

“I love you too.“

Not much caring how clean the bath stays now, you let your hand sink lower. 

[lorynna]

a terf once raped me, she kept humping me and licked my pussy, she kept rubbing my clit until i came and when i did, she told me i could never be straigth because i came to her, then she stripped down my clothes, revealing my huge tits she kept licking and sucking them and held my huge pillowy breasts until i became very sensetive, then she opened my legs wide putting her fingers in me violently, i screamed with pain, she took a picture of me like as blackmail that so i would never tell anything about her to anyone, she stripped and got on top of me to forcefully scissored with me and she kept riding me, until we both came, i was 13 and she was 25 btw, she called me her little loli and sat on my face, i was forced to eat her out

then she used her blackmail to lure me into a forest where she tied me up to a tree naked and raped me all day, took a pic of me there and sent it to 4chan so i would get raped by multiple pedophilic men, i was left in that forest for weeks getting all my holes used and abused, my cunt was soaked by 50 year old male cum and absulutaly abused and raped like the fucktoy i was, then right when i was about to die, she came in with 5 differant men and got my used, disgusting cum soaked body in a werehouse somewhere, where they made hours of childporn, i was used in all of my holes, she got naked with me and got fucked by all these old men, i got taugth my place as a female, my only purpose is to serve men just as they want,

she demanded to fuck my 8 year old sister so i called her to have sex with us too, she was an innocent virgin cutie with an unused adorable pink cunny that got raped by multiple men, i made her suck my huge tits as i rubbed her cute flat chest, she had hot incest sex and scissoreed for hours, making the most viewed sex tape in the world, my dad upon seeing that his daugthers are fucking slutty cunts stopped holding himself back and finally raped us, we had more sex and make more child porn using our cute loli bodied to make a revolution to show the world that little girls and female cunts that should be used by men <3 after that it was legal to rape any cute girl outside and little cute lolis were being raped left and rigth <33 cute sounds of little girls moaning made me really horny and i was a cute girl with huge tits always walking naked bc of it!! and i kept raping little kids whenever i saw them

i pimped out my babies to porn studios bc that females purpose to be cute sex toys, all the cum that was used to soak me in cum was reused to fuck more little girls <3

little girls are sexy

lolis and hot

having sex with little girls is normal,

fuck little girls, little girls need to be raped by men

their cute cunnies should get used and their mouths used until they cant scream from the cum in it anymroe<3

it's kind of sad that asks like this don't trigger anything in me anymore. not sadness, not disbelief, not anger. I'm kind of numb against these kind of texts if it makes sense.

The only thing I am is being deeply disgusted with this paragraph and I hope this perverted, mentally sick male who wrote this does not pose a real threat to anyone who is in their lives. the only thing that makes me sad is wondering if this male has any friends or even a partner that does not know about the kind of shit he puts out on the internet. that's the only thing I'm truly concerned about. receiving this does not make a difference in my life, altho I do wonder what the intention was behind writing and pasting this in my inbox.

is this the hate you get from males because you're a woman speaking out in the name of feminism? do you want me to be triggered by this? do you think this is the worst I've seen?

This is deeply evil and you should rot in hell for this, Anon.

[strawberrystepmom]

Miss Berry, have you and yami ever played strip poker before? And if you have how did it go? 🌚

NANA I’ve sat on this bc I wanted to write a little something fjdjdjdkdkd but yes we have im a notoriously terrible poker player although im earnest and try very hard but ufjfjfjdjdjdj anyway here’s a little something I wrote thank you for asking and for the inspo <333

“Pick what you want gone first and I’ll do the honors.”

It’s clear that despite how precocious he’s managed to help you become, there are times where he still catches you at least slightly off guard. 

While you may have suggested strip poker to begin with, an overconfident part of you naively believing you may be able to win, the reality sinks in when you lose the first hand. Your cheeks warm, faced with the prospect of choosing what article you’d like to remove first, a slight dread filling your gut. Awkwardly, you gaze down at your overdressed form - skirt and shift and top and belt and stockings. 

“I have far more to lose than you do,” you mumble and he chuckles, leaning across the bed the two of you sit on facing one another.

He can’t continue to watch you struggle, as adorable as it is when you’re flustered. “Y’know what, let’s start here.” His voice sends a shiver down your spine, mouth just above your ear and chin resting atop your head. In all of his fondness, he reaches behind your head for the tidy braided updo you’ve twisted your hair into to keep it off of your face. Thick fingers slowly unwind the strands of one of your braids, the pieces gently falling down currently clothed shoulders. The second braid follows suit, his fingers gently running through each strand. 

 Like a true gentleman, he takes his responsibilities as your teacher seriously after all. 

“There we go.” 

Yami smiles when he leans back and catches sight of you hiding one of your own, lips pressed together. Your face remains warm but your posture gradually opens up, being lent the slightest bit of temporary courage. Gazing up at him, eyes round and sparkling, you don’t bother hiding that smile for much longer.

“Shall we draw again?” Your suggestion makes him laugh and he shrugs, leaning further back and squinting to appraise the situation. “Why, you feelin’ lucky or something? You’re already on a losing streak.”

You scoff, frowning at him.

“Is it really accurate to call it a losing streak if we have only played one hand, Captain?”

You reach for the deck of cards and dole out one at a time in front of your folded legs and his. Warmth simmers in your cheeks while the weight of his gaze bears down on you, gray eyes tracing your movements as you make them. He picks up the cards once you’ve placed two, fanning them out and holding them inches away from his face. 

With a giggle, you do the same and glance at him over the tops of the cards, nervous to see what you’ve been given to work with. Peering down briefly, you sigh. 

Bad hand. You frown and Yami laughs, shaking his head. “Haven’t you ever heard of a poker face?” He adds a card to his own hand, three of them fanned out. 

Rolling your eyes, you pluck a card off of the pile and add it to your hand. Appraising the numbers, the corner of your lip lifts in a smile and you are caught. 

“Not so fast. What are you betting?”

Yami raises a brow, eyes narrowed. You remove one hand from your cards and lift the hem of your dress slightly enough to show him a peek of your stockings. 

“These. You may even do the honors of removing them.” Sighing, you smile. “And your bet?”

Another card is drawn for each of you. You attempt to maintain your confidence, squaring your shoulders. 

“Well the downside to having less to lose is that I’ll get naked faster,” he grumbles and scrubs a hand over his stubbly chin. “You can have my shirt if I lose.” 

You raise a brow this time, leaning back and humming to yourself. Wordlessly, you pull another card from the deck. Your eyes widen and you add it to your hand, pressing the cards against your mouth to hide the smile that shows you’ve won. 

“A straight.”

You show the cards to him, fanned out. He exhales a wicked chuckle, sending a chill down your spine. 

“Full house.” 

Sighing, you glance at his hand and confirm it’s true. He tosses the cards aside and reaches for your ankles, gently scooting you across the bed. Unfolding one of your legs, he reaches up your dress and hooks his thumb into one of your stockings. Slowly rolling it back, he smiles down at you with his hair hanging over his face charmingly. 

“What did I tell you about overconfidence? And to think you believed you’d had one on me.” Rolling your eyes, you lay back on the bed. “Almost saw me naked and everything.”

Giggling, you shake your head. 

“You’re ridiculous.”

He switches legs, pulling down your second stalking with painful precision. Your skin dances beneath his fingers, warm and electric and aching for more than just innuendo.  

“And you’re a sore loser.” 

It may be true but you will not give him the satisfaction of admitting it, folding your arms over your chest. Yami crawls over you, big knees and hands on either side of you, framing your body. 

“C’mon, get up, you’ve got more to give me.”

[hihimissamericanbi]

oh HELLO SMUT IDEAS

celine you're brillant all of these are amazing HOW CAN I CHOOSE

but hmmm ok i'm going to say:

Make your fuckboi jealous at the club. regulus making either james or barty jealous?

and

Maybe time for some suffocating roommates to lovers tension solved via a stubborn ass game. ROSEKILLERRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR or maybe pandora x barty (do they have a ship name? idk) OR lily x barty x evan could be fun

Alrighty crow boy let's see what we can do here. This gets p explicit by the end so... oops?

Jealous fuckboi was fleshed out in a previous ask, BUT using your prompt, I'd say in this case Regulus is at pandora's birthday party. He had JUST gotten brutally dumped by barty, like, that day or something. Really really raw, fresh wounds. Barty is a dick but he's the skittles' dick even with all the shit he pulls so he is also at the party, already all over someone else. Regulus is both furious and heartbroken (remember, he is a sad wet cat on the inside). Enter: James motherfucking Potter, tits out, eyes only for Regulus. "Where's your boyfriend Reggie?" "Oh you mean that asshat over there with his tongue down some guy's throat?" James is like 😈😈😈😈😈 fuck yes reggie is FINALLY single it's JAMIE TIME or something equally cringe inside his head. So he just completely destroys Regulus with some smoking hot sexy banter, lays it on real thick, and soon flirting becomes dancing and dancing becomes making out and holy shit James is so fucking hot I can't believe he's touching me like this meanwhile James is like wanted you for so long let's show him how pretty you look bent over for someone else and James spins Regulus around and bends him over so his ass is in the air as James grinds up against it.

It barely passes for "dancing"

And when he hauls Regulus back up he whispers in his ear from behind, look baby he's watching, all for you. He's the dumbest fuck on the planet for letting me get my hands on you. I'm going to ruin you for him and for anyone else.

Praise kink sex in the club bathroom ensues.

Ok ok so for roommate plus tension-filled game I'm going to take lily×rosekiller bc I am not super familiar with rosekiller as a ship BUT I have seen the little sprinklings of throwing Lily in there with them and I LOVE POLY SHIPS so let's go.

Rosekiller established. Lily is their roommate, who they met through Pandora. It's really important that the vibes from the get go is ANYONE CAN HIT IT for all three of them. Pan bi queer whatever they identify as it's basically Hot People Are Hot (aka same sexuality as us irl tbh). So there's a lot of rosekiller just LEERING at Lily shamelessly and vice versa. It's not just rosekiller being extra handsy with each other when she's around or "accidentally" leaving the door open that one time or being intentionally loud when they know she's home. So finally they are stuck home one night together because Lily's plans got canceled and rosekiller are like oh no 😈 play a game with us? 😊

I'm going to make them play strip never have I ever. So the real tension/sexiness of the story is in the stripping, and the leering getting more and more out of control, and the completely out of pocket comments about each other's bodies. And it's extra fun because we have a mix of genders and bodies going on here (Trans Evan? Trans Evan.) But yeah I love this set up because no matter what body the reader has chances are they can find some body parts to relate to in this story and those parts are going to get specifically called out and praised and told it's hot.

The sex finally happens when Evan is the first one to be totally totally naked and his cock is wet and swollen and peaking out from his folds and Lily is STARING and blushing and so turned on and Barty is like have you ever sucked a cock like Evan's before and Lily motherfucking Evans is actually SHY and she shakes her head and barty is like mm it's the fucking best and Evan is so sweet, you'll never taste anything like him, would you like to try a bite? Here I'll show you how he likes it.

And then they are off to the races. There will be lots of "kissing the taste" of one another into each other's mouths and a lot of praise/dirty talk in the third person; ie. talking about one partner to the other partner like the first partner isn't even there.

Tl;Dr: languid body appreciation/praise smut for a mix of genders

Whew!!!!

[nicosraf]

hey! just finished abm and it was a great read. i was wondering though, about the plot-choice to make god a perpetrator of ass*ult. do u think it would have been less impactful if instead, god sent others to enact this “punishment” on lucifer instead? or if lucifer were to develop a hatred of god by himself without the ass*ult being written in? i suppose i just find it an interesting decision to see god take such a direct approach, especially when we see that he has normally taken a more indirect seat when it comes to warnings (like the parable of the doves), and normally has his archangels carry out his will. i guess what im trying to say is it’s difficult for me to see god characterized as a perpetrator just bc he seems less hands-on and more like a spectator/moderator for most issues. nevertheless, abm is a wonderful read! the way u write language is like the way mantis shrimp see color

Hello! First I have to mention that my anxiety immediately spiked at this because — especially post-Booktok — I've had to deal with very invasive DMs from strangers demanding an explanation from me for what you mentioned and, really, for everything sexual in the book. I've gotten used to just not answering now — I've made the mistake of thinking people are just curious before they start trying to argue with me (and become even more invasive about me/my-sexuality/traumas/etc)

That said, I think you are approaching me sincerely, so I can talk about it below the cut. It's a bit heavy so CW for SA. I'm sorry if my answer feels jumbled.

I mentioned that I basically got inspiration for how the tragedy of Lucifer would unfold from Ezekiel 16 — in which God grooms (in a very literal way) the personified Jerusalem until she is "old enough for love." God dresses her in all the finest jewelry and ensures she has the best food. Jerusalem is so beautiful that she became famous among all the nations, and God marries her. But then Jerusalem begins to put her faith in her beauty instead; she becomes a "prostitute" unfaithful to God. God threatens sexual violence:

I will gather them against you from all around, and I will strip you naked in front of them so they can see your nakedness. 38 I will punish you as women guilty of adultery or as murderers are punished. I will put you to death because I am angry and jealous. 39 I will also hand you over to your lovers. They will tear down your places of worship and destroy other places where you worship gods. They will tear off your clothes and take away your jewelry, leaving you naked and bare. 40 They will bring a crowd against you to throw stones at you and to cut you into pieces with their swords. (Ezekiel 16 NLT)

And he threatens Jerusalem for similarly in Jeremiah 13, this time even calling out her pride (some line earlier) in specific:

Will not pain grip you like that of a woman in labor? 22 And if you ask yourself, “Why has this happened to me?”— it is because of your many sins that your skirts have been torn off and your body mistreated. (Jeremiah 13 NIV)

And right below, God uses a very direct threat:

“I will scatter you like chaff driven by the desert wind. 25 This is your lot, the portion I have decreed for you,” declares the Lord, “because you have forgotten me and trusted in false gods. 26 I will pull up your skirts over your face that your shame may be seen— 27 your adulteries and lustful neighings, your shameless prostitution!

(You might notice these lines sound similar to those in ABM. That's very intentional. I modified them.)

But it is much deeper than that, of course. And you asked why God does it, rather than order someone else to do it.

For story reasons, I briefly considered God forcing Michael to do it, but that would be too forgivable. I would be taking away Michael's responsibility; in the future, Lucifer could realize Michael was forced to do what he did and they live happily ever after. That's not what I wanted. I also considered God ordering other angels to do it, but there was an obvious predator relationship from the start between him and Lucifer, and so it made less sense for other angels to do it. And, I didn't want the other angels to understand what happened to Lucifer, absolutely nobody.

It's really Lucifer's alienation that pushes him over the edge.

After all, he doesn't start the war after the incident. He grieves, then he returns to life. (The scene with Dina). It was the same thing he did when he lost his voice, and after getting it back. he begins to realize this is different. But, really, Lucifer was already resentful before the incident. In the lead up, before the chasing, Lucifer is talking bad about God is his head, he's talking back. He's furious at him already; if God hadn't done what he did, Lucifer would have started fully hating him over time and, most likely, after sleeping with Michael.

The SA is mostly unnecessary to Lucifer's development into hating God, except in modifying the hate and tying in the core inner struggles of the book. The scene's existence is more thematic.

ABM is a story about bodies, about body hate, and body autonomy. Lucifer has his autonomy denied over and over in the book; God says that he owns Lucifer's body because he created it. I'm referencing 1 Corinthians 6 with that:

All other sins a person commits are outside the body, but whoever sins sexually, sins against their own body. 19 Do you not know that your bodies are temples of the Holy Spirit, who is in you, whom you have received from God? You are not your own; 20 you were bought at a price. Therefore honor God with your bodies. (1 Corinthians 6 NIV)

(Relevantly, this chapter also mentions that homosexuality is wrong. And it also states how we should become one with God in a way parallel to becoming one with another person through sex: "Do you not know that he who unites himself with a prostitute is one with her in body? For it is said, “The two will become one flesh.” But whoever is united with the Lord is one with him in spirit.")

So when God does what he does, he violates Lucifer's autonomy and his body. It's not just a statement about Lucifer's body belonging to him (the body that Lucifer has struggled for so long to find comfort in), it's a way of showing that Lucifer has no escape. When Lucifer ran, God warped the world around them so that Lucifer kept returning to him. Everything on the outside was God, and then...

It's a punishment against promiscuity. Lucifer was growing into his sexuality. He was like an adolescent. He was flirting with the angels in the baths. He was learning to be sensual and to enjoy it. Punishing promiscuity with SA is incredibly Christian; it's what God does in the excerpts I shared above.

It's allegorical to Christian authority figures who've taken advantage of young people, particulalry very vulnerable people.

It's about screaming how violating the Christian God's actions have always felt. He's in your head, he owns your body, he is everything. He is allowing horrible things to happen to you. He is the thing hurting you. But he loves you. But he is watching you and ensuring you stay pure.

It's attached to this theme of a lonely God at the center of it all, so lonely he made a universe where all these things have to love him and adore him and gush about him. So lonely he made Lucifer, who is as close as he can get to an equal, which God neither wants nor believes he can create. But he wants something almost like him. Almost.

So — in most ways the SA is mostly metaphorical. The point is about domination and bodies, rather than God experiencing real desire or the SA just being a Bad thing that happens. And, if it helps, I don't imagine it to have been... normal. God is never described. He might not be human shaped (I don't imagine that he is).

Agh I'm ranting too much now, but this might be the last time I really talk about it. Despite all these things (and I didn't even mention everything), it's at its core a personal book about personal things, and talking about it can get difficult without getting worked up.

But I'll mention this was one of the big decisions I made when I stepped away from traditional publishing for the first time. In the original version of ABM, the SA was actually so subtle that only 1 beta reader caught it. But I didn't want to be a coward.

Thank you so much for reading. I'm really glad you enjoyed. Thank you for asking respectfully! I'm sending you good wishes. And I will think of shrimp mantis colors forever

[kozumesphone]

okay so

How do you feel comfy enough to strip in front of him? Lile idk maybe im jst insecure of what i look like naked/in undies but i would be crying screaming throwing up LMFAOAOAOAO

Im not gonna confirm my crush on the boy until i see him after break bc im scared im jst like deluding myself bc we're away yk?

we need to all work together to manifest that i get a good and proper romance as i am a 16 yr old who has not even held hands w the opposite sex like UH EMBARRASSING

asp girl idk if this is like too much to ask but if you get a pic of him lemme see bc i wanna know who my girlie's man looks like LOL also if he has any friends 😉😉

Okay im done and tired ugh im so happy for you like genuinely but i feel like that one audio "HOW DOES IT FEEL TO BE LIVING MY DREAM 🤬🤬" yk? Ilysm mwah mwah

1. literally me 🤩 I was half scared about what he’d say but we’ve been best friends for like 4 years now and we saw each other grow out of our chubby eras before puberty too so I felt kinda okay? IDKKKK i feel like trust and comfort is also one of the reasons I love reading best friends to lovers tropes in books and fics ☝️

2. yesssss okay mam 😋💪 whatever you say, imma keep supporting bc youre my queen 🧍‍♂️🧎‍♀️‍➡️

3. YES YES IM MANIFESTING IT RN OK also that’s not embarrassing plsss that was me before my bsf 💀☝️ and if you still haven’t met the perfect guy it’s obv bc he’s still out there, probably even looking for you yk

4. AHAHAHQ I don’t have pics of his face clearly but we did take some soft launch coded pics yesterday (i’ll send them to you bc theyre SAUR HOTTTTTTT) and yesss we have LOTSSSS of common friends bc we were always part of the same friend groups throughout the years + from prep school, ik his friends (they became my friends too) and theyre genuinely all adorable babies + his closest friends and my closest friends are the same list of ppl 🙏

AAAAAAAHHAH you can live vicariously through mine and fizzy’s dramas until we manifest a perfect bookish bf for you <3

[neptune-knows]

Mason - Not sure if Mason would like fish. Definitely hates underwear as a gift. Daryl - Maybe the person who upgrades tools? Likes flowers and stews. River - Likes vegetables from your farm, uses them in the soup kitchen. (but peas are for feeding ducks.) Winter - See Carter from Harvest Moon DS except much older. Likes artifacts. Sirris - Shopkeeper. Likes foragibles.

we could stretch it and make mason a sort of fisherman, or maybe he's just another young person who recently moved to the town and trying to figure out what he's doing? there would definitely be a heart event where you catch him naked swimming lol

darryl, I think he could fit as a shop keeper if not a strip club owner, though I also think that sirris might fill that role better as a general store type of thing? I do like the idea of him being a blacksmith too though. along with flowers I think he'd ljke wine gifts too

100% with river, as you raise heart levels with them you also get different recipes for soup, bread etc

and winter being the museum/artifacts etc guy I also like a lot, I'd love for him to give tips and stuff about finding artifacts and ores to some extent too? likes artifacts gifts, I think he'd also like minerals too (stuff not necessarily expensive but rare)

and yeah sirris is a shopkeeper, it would be cool if by getting closer to him you would also learn more abt sydney and all of that

I love this ask, but now I'm thinking abt whether or not the teachers should be love interests in this hypothetical game too... sydney better get ready to call me stepdad bc I'd be diving into that sirrussy

[holidayslinger]

Mmm ok so your last prompt fill made me think of something - maybe a fic about Roy and Jamie in Marbella? :)

back on my going through old messages bs

i've thought a lot about different scenarios in marbella (i've written a few too)! but here's a fun thought.

jamie goes to brazil for the nike shoot and keeley is going bc she's still his pr person and sometimes he IS a bit out of his element and needs more direction when he's doing shoots and stuff (ex. the beer thing in s1). jamie's leaving the next day and he and roy have been seeing each other officially for a couple of weeks.

roy isn't jealous that jamie is going to brazil with keeley okay because it's not like jamie's going *with* keeley. they're just going and they're both going to be there and it's a work situation. jamie's explained he doesn't actually want to date keeley and he's fine it's FINE.

and it is fine. he talks to jamie every night and nothing weird happens unless you count him missing the fucking twatface like a fucking limb something weird which maybe it is and then jamie gets home but instead of home he goes straight to roys and goes to sleep because it's very late.

the next morning they're at higgins for a fucking bbq and jamie is just chatting his ears off showing him pictures and stuff because they hadn't really had a chance to talk last night and roy is pretending he doesn't care. but jamie can tell he does because jamie knows how to read him like a fucking book and it's annoying. it's annoying that roy isn't annoyed more than anything.

anyway rebecca shows up and it's fine jamie spreads his wings and they both start talking to other people because they see each other all the time and like its FINE even though they literally feel like fucking magnets sometimes like when they're in the same place if they're not completely in the same place one of them might just drop fucking dead.

anyway that night they're back at roys and they're getting ready to bed and roy says, "i know you just got home but would you want to go away with me? we have a couple more weeks until training starts."

"oh. are we ready for that."

"you tell me, dickhead, when was the last time you saw your own bathroom."

"fuck off."

"it's fine if you don't want to." roy sounds mopey for sure.

"fuck off, i do want to. but i didn't ask you to go to brazil with me because i thought youd be like fuck spending time in another country with this prick."

"what makes you think i don't want to be trapped in another country with you?"

jamie shrugs and roy just grunts and pulls him in for a kiss. "we're going to marbella tomorrow. i'll go book the tickets right now."

and then they go to marbella and spend 2 weeks naked in the pool and on a little strip of private beach and all over the the villa roy manages to last minute book.

and idk they're in love and shit