#wishes it were someone else for pleasure and fun and nothing more

[rosadomeadows]

I know I haven’t touched this blog in some time but I need to get this off of my chest!

I love being a girl, I love being a woman, but sometimes I have this fantasy where I am a nameless, gender less being who has the wackiest fashion and doesn’t care about identifiers. Am not brave enough to come out as nonbinary (at least not yet… Future Self is under a lot of pressure) but I often think about the nicety of being ambiguous and purely just living without any of the gender norms and expectations!!

[gothsoyl]

"my little kitten" (18+) agatha harkness x reader word count: 1208 summary: you're her familiar. and what good familiars do when their mistress is tired? warnings: cursing, reader is giving, dom!agatha note: no thoughts

you've been agatha's familiar for as long as you can remember. you had doubts whether you were even there before agatha summoned you. you just appeared in front of her in the form of a black cat and that's how all your memories began.

you followed her closely, listened attentively to her sarcastic monologues and quietly watched her steal powers from witches. you barely moved your tail when she stepped over lifeless bodies and said something to them if they could understand her. it was always such a strange phrase that if someone else had said it, it would’ve looked as awkward as possible. but agatha always managed to broadcast without any awkwardness, and it didn't matter whether she was serious or did it just for fun. 

“how exhausting it all is,” she sits down in an armchair and closes her eyes, a heavy sigh escapes her lips, which sounded so theatrical, “it's hard to be the greatest witch, isn't it?”

you’re silent – you sit on the floor in front of her and only tilt your head slightly to the side, carefully watching her actions. she looks tired today, even more than usual, and the sarcasm that leaves her mouth doesn’t seem familiar.

“this silence annoys me,” she whispers softly and looks around the room as if hoping to hear at least someone's voice, but nothing in response, as always, “come here.”

you lower your gaze and twitch your ear, as if you're thinking about something, but it all stays in your mind. you get up from your seat and take a step towards her – the next moment she clicks her fingers loudly, once again turning you into a human being.

you stop and already want to reach for the blanket on the couch to cover your sudden nakedness, but she shakes her head, beckoning you to her.

“I'm tired,” she says with a small grin and you immediately understand what she's getting at. her voice is firm, leaving no room for questions “you'll get dressed later.”

“as you wish, my witch,” you nod, the corners of your lips lift slightly. you could never refuse her, and you didn't want to. what's the point if everything was fine with you?

you approach her slowly and kneels in front of her. agatha spreads her legs automatically, giving you more space and you involuntarily lick your lower lip under her attentive gaze. your hands slide up her waist to the buttons of her shirt, unbuttoning slowly, as if testing her patience, to which she just shakes her head.

“teaser,” she whispers when you take off her shirt. your lips immediately find her collarbone, gently kissing and going down to her bra, which she helps you take off so that you don't get too distracted from your direct duties.

the bra falls to the floor and you pull away from her hot skin for a couple of seconds, examining her plump breasts, as if for the first time. and who wouldn't want to prolong such a pleasure? 

you lick your lips again and take her nipple in your mouth, greedily sucking and nibbling. agatha's soft sighs reach your ears that make your own stomach flips in warmth. the witch immediately sinks to the back of the chair and tilts her head back. you know she's pleased. you had a long time to understand how to work so that your mistress can relax.

you pull away again just to do the same with her other breast – you want to feel her nipple harden under your tongue, you want to feel her chest rise while you work so hard.

it's already difficult for you to delay pleasure and act slowly. your hands go under her skirt and you feel the waistband of her panties, immediately pulling them down. agatha spreads her legs even wider and moans faintly when your fingers touch her clit.

“you're wet,” you notice with a grin and shove your fingers between her folds, feeling how they pass through her crotch right to her entrance without any problems, “are you so tired, mistress?”

“one more word and you'll become a cat,” she grumbles, but it's enough for you to bite your tongue and continue to take her nipple in your mouth. 

the last thing you wanted was to watch from the sidelines as agatha relaxes herself on her own. It was annoying, infuriating, and made you feel unnecessary. but agatha needed you, didn't she?

you frown a little at her threat – you want to do something, you want to show her that you’re brave enough to do something she wouldn’t like, but you’re not. you slowly push your finger inside of her, feeling her walls envelop it, and her body tenses for a moment, just to relax finally. you swallow and carefully begin to move inside her, pushing further and deeper, your lips moving to her neck, leaving barely noticeable hickeys. you know she'll be mad at you later, but right now all you want to do is feel like she's really yours.

agatha breathes heavily, her hand strokes your back roughly and she whispers words of praise to you, forcing you to add another finger, and the rhythm becomes faster. you can feel her back arching and she instinctively moves her hips towards you.

“you feel so good, mistress”, you feel so needy of her as you whisper it, but you can’t hold back even after she threatens you. 

“be quite for me,” she groans and grabs your chin with her free hand and pulls you closer. she kisses you greedily, scratching your lips with her teeth, and her tongue intertwines with yours. you don't even notice how you start moaning into her lips, as if her long fingers are stretching you now, and not the other way around.

she abruptly pushes you away from her and nods down, her cheeks are red, and her breath is knocked out when she whispers “down", and you don't ask questions. you nod intensely, lower yourself down, leaving ragged kisses on her stomach when you drastically and even nervously lift her skirt even higher.

a strangled moan escapes from her lips when you finally bury yourself in her crotch, your tongue quickly caresses her clit and you feel her salty juice remaining on your chin. 

“bitch,” she hisses through her teeth and you start to work faster with your tongue, feeling her body begin to tremble. she grabs you by the hair with force and pulls you closer to her, “don’t you dare to stop…”

and then you feel how she starts to tremble, and her nails scratch your scalp, forcing you to squint in pain. a hoarse moan fills the room as she bites her lip and you feel like you get dizzy, but it feels so good to the point where you can’t stop. she's panting heavily while you keep kissing her clit, your hands caress her thighs, scratching her pale skin slightly.

“my little kitten...” she finally says with some strange warmth and pats you on the head. you slowly pull away from her, her sly gaze is still fixed on you and she casually wipes your chin from her sticky juice, “what would I do without you, huh?”

[berryz-writes]

Perfectly serious

Summary: Matheo's jealousy and want for you increases after seeing you with Theo to the point where he finally/kind of confesses

Matheo Riddle x reader

His arm wrapped around my waist, bringing me even closer to him. "Come on, let's get you to bed" Theo murmured. I looked up at him confused "I'm not drunk". My head might feel light and I might feel extremely happy and sad at the same time but I was most definitely not drunk.

"Yes you are" He took my hand and led me away from the groups of people dancing together, taking his time to weave us in and around the drinks being passed around. Everyone gave me a smile as I left, Pansy giving me a wink as we passed "I bet he fucks good. Have fun babe!" She said, her words slurring slightly, her voice loud enough for Theo to hear. Maybe if he heard it he would act on it. I wouldn't mind getting in bed with him.

We soon reached my room, the music faded to a low sound coming from below us and the lights softer than the harsh party lights of before.

"Well...night y/n" Theo said.

"You know" I started, my voice low and sultry. "I wouldn't mind if you joined me, made things more interesting. Hm?" I tilted my head waiting for his answer, his eyes searching my face. For what I didn't know.

He gave me a soft smile "Your drunk. And when drunk, your ideas aren't really your own. So as much as I'd like to follow through with your idea, it's best you get some sleep"

I rolled my eyes at him being who he always was. I wished for once he would push the boundaries. "Fine. Night Theo"

"Sweet dreams" He dropped my hand and waited for me to close the door. I could hear his receding footsteps, probably to go up to his own dorm. I was relieved in a way. Maybe I wasn't actually ready to fuck him and it was just the alcohol making me want something more. We were good friends. I didn't want to ruin that for something that I didn't really want. Chocolate brown eyes crossed my mind. Curly hair that would feel so nice running my hands through-. Something that would never happen.

*Potions the next day*

"I didn't see you yesterday" I said to Matheo referring to the party yesterday. Stirring in the crushed up leaves into the steaming potion, I turned to look at him, his eyes were icy and cold as if I had done some personal wrong against him.

"Of course you didn't. You were too busy trying to estimate your chances with Theo. Heads up, princess. He has higher standards"

I ignored the nickname that would usually make me swoon and instead my mouth opened in shock. How fucking rude of him. Was he ok?

"Are you being serious right now?" I stopped stirring the potion and crossed my arms. I could take a joke but come on. He had taken it too far.

"Perfectly serious. Why? Did you think I was nice?" He stood up to tower over me, his minty scent washing over me. His chocolate brown eyes were like daggers into my soul. It hurt knowing someone I was good friends with could switch up so fast.

"No actually, I didn't. Your just like everyone says you are. You get with a girl for your own pleasure, lead her on and then leave her with a broken heart. Your a rude fucking asshole and nothing more"

His jaw clenched at what I said, waiting for me to say anything else. I didn't actually mean it but I would never let anyone disrespect me and not expect anything back.

I realised soon how close we were. If only he were to move slightly closer, I could have tipped my head upwards and kissed him. The fact that I was thinking about that even though he had insulted me was annoying for me. I shouldn't still like him. Not anymore.

"You really mean that?" His voice came out soft, his jaw no longer clenched. As if he understood what I had said. I hesitated. Of course I didn't. How could I? I liked him for fucks sake.

I sighed "I don't know"

He sat back down as if he were tired of our argument. As if he didn't want to argue with me.

"I'm sorry. I shouldn't have said-"

"Let's just forget about it. Ok?" I didn't want to argue either. Maybe he was angry and took it out on me. Fine. I would give him a pass just this once seen as though we were such good friends. (If only we were more than that)

He nodded his head and we worked in silence for the next few minutes. Until he cleared his throat and looked toward me again "Listen y/n. I don't want us to ruin our...friendship for something I've said so let me treat you. Will you be free to come to the diner at eight?"

I paused and raised an eyebrow, smiling slightly "Are you asking me on a date or just as friends?" Confident of me to ask but I wanted to know where we stood.

After a pause he replied with "I'd be happy with either, as long as it's with you"

I thought about my next question "And if I want it to be a date?" I asked quietly.

He smiled "I was hoping you'd say that, princess"

[34tmyh34rt]

König wanting to be tied up but he’s nervous to ask

Tying up subby König

Smut Ahead!!

A/n: This scared me to be completely honest, like how do I write this 😭 BUT I CAN DO THIS.

Sorry for the wait, I wanted to make sure that this was good for all of y’all :)

Tags: gn reader, afab reader, fat friendly fic, no pronouns except for ‘you’, sub König, dom reader, bondage, degradation (m receiving), after care included, slight obsessive König, toxic masculinity mentioned, gender roles mentioned, König being a wuss, what color have we agreed his eyes are??? also this fic is a lil silly, don’t take me too seriously, gets better as you read lol

König’s huge and beefy. He’s not made to be gentle, vulnerable. When you’re in military you gotta have muscles, not feelings. But lord does this big man just want to be put in his place.

Whenever he had the time - or privacy - bondage was always his favorite to pleasure himself to. The lack of control, putting your body in the hands of someone else, having to take everything you were given.

The soldiers he worked with didn’t have much of a filter, using any chance they could to compete in some stupid testosterone pissing match. They boasted about coming back home to their submissive wife that they could fold into a million positions. Talking about how strong and dominant they were - but König couldn’t help but wish for the roles to be reversed.

Being a dom never really did it for him, he didn’t get all the hype. He’d much rather be the one being played with like clay. Pushed and pulled in all directions, used like a doll, treated like a slut. But he could never tell the other men this! No, he’d be ridiculed! I mean, he breaks open doors for a living! He can’t whimper and beg!

But oh lord does he.

He loves his relationship with you. He doesn’t think he could ever find anyone who cares for him as much as you do. God you’re just so fucking perfect. You understand him so well. You don’t make fun of him, you know that he comes with a lot of fucking baggage. You’re so patient with him, especially when his anxiety is taking over.

He’s been too scared to go too far with you in the bedroom. He won’t even let you touch him, worried that he’ll turn into subby mess right under your hands. He’ll finger you or eat you out, never using his dick. If you ever complain or feel bad about the only one getting pleasured, he’ll just tell you that you deserve to feel good, so why don’t you just sit back and let him play with your body?

You guessed that he was just too anxious or insecure to actually fuck yet. You remind him every day that you love him and you’d never leave him, I mean, even that bulge is impressive. If he let you suck his dick once you’d be his forever. He’s so fucking hot and god won’t he just fuck you already!! Nothing could turn you off of an absolute hunk of man like him.

You’ve been begging more and more every day, even resorting wearing only his shirt and your underwear, hoping he’ll rip it right off of you and take you right then and there. Crawling into his lap and grinding down. But of course he’ll just effortlessly pick you up and set you down next to him, giving you a kiss on the head as a sort of apology and racing to the bathroom to deal with his massive… problem

You rolled your eyes, seriously?!?!?

You know that he’s jerking off. This is ridiculous, he obviously wants to fuck you, what the hell is going on? You can’t do this anymore! That’s it, you’re confronting him and getting a goddamn answer.

Your knuckles knock against the wooden door of the bathroom, “König. Get out here. Right now. I know you’re jerking off in there.”

König felt heat rush from his tummy to his cock, goddamnit now he was even harder. He strained against his pants painfully, a soft whimper tumbling past his lips. You’ve never been so demanding before. He hate how much it turned him on.

With a large hand clumsily hiding his bulge, König stumbled out of the bathroom. He was sheepish, refusing to look you in the eye. He looked so fucking pathetic. And he still looked sexy.

“König,” you drawled out his name, frustration evident in your tone - it sent another rush south, König’s eyes almost rolling back into his skull at the sound, “Are you gonna keep beating your dick in the bathroom or are you going to fuck me?”

You could practically hear König gulp, his hand squeezing down over his hard on. His wide eyes flickered down to your lips, you looked so hot when you were angry.

He nodded slowly, never breaking his gaze from you. He’ll probably last long enough, he just has to go slow - that’s all! He just has to keep focusing on being strong and manly and he won’t melt at the feeling of your pussy around his cock! Oh god, who is he kidding, he can’t stay dominate around yo-

“You want me to top you, don’t you?”

His heart dropped. How do you know? He’s quiet, he never has told you anything about his preferences! He’s in the military! He acts like all his peers, right?

His thoughts are racing and you can tell. His eyebrows are furrowed, eyes moving back and forth - something you realized that he does every time he’s deep in thought. You let out a small giggle, “König, don’t be so oblivious, baby.”

You walk up to him, hand reaching up to hold his face. The simple touch has him sinking into your hold. “God look at you, it’s not hard to tell. You always liked it when I took charge,” you leaned forward to whisper in his ear, “You want me to tie you up? Ride your cock until you can’t see straight? Prove to you how much of a slut you are?”

His knees almost buckle under him, you’re all he could ever want. He’s fantasied about you so many nights, worried that he’d never be enough for you. Worried that he wouldn’t live up to your expectations. But that’s okay, you have all the time in the world to prove to him what a good boy he is.

He couldn’t even think, stumbling as you dragged him into your shared room. You quickly tore off your shirt and pants, only allowing him enough time to take off his shirt before throwing him down on the bed, climbing onto his lap and straddling his thick, muscular thighs.

You looked so pretty on top of him. He loved being under you, he wish he could spend the rest of his life right here.

You playfully rutted your heat down on his rock hard cock, König threw back his head. He let out a loud whine, fingers digging into your hips. “You know König, I’ve been planning for this for oh so long. I’ve seen how squirmy you get whenever someone’s tied up on TV. How you grab something to cover your lap. But you’re just so obvious, huh baby?” You squished his cheeks between your fingers. Your voice was so condescending and he couldn’t help but thrust his hips up into you.

“God, you’re such a whore for me König.”

He whined, loud. His pretty pink lip caught between his teeth, brows drawn together. He watched as you opened up your bedside drawer and pulled out a bundle of delicate black lace. His face flushed, cock throbbing against you.

He stayed perfectly still for you as you gently grabbed his hands, leading them up the headboard, and tying them together in a neat little bow. The intricate fabric looked perfect next to his bulging muscles. You ran your fingers up and down the sprawling vine like veins in his arms, you could feel him quivering beneath you. His shallow breathes and occasional low moans tumbling past his mouth.

He gave an experimental tug to his bindings, he could barely move. A rush of blood flowed down to his cock. You were so strong, tying him up so tight, leaving him to your mercy.

You could feel him harden even more, a smirk gracing your face, “You like that baby? You like being tied up under me?” His head quickly nodded, his pretty blue eyes looking up at you.

“Maybe I should just leave you here…” you trail off, leaving kisses along his collarbone, “all desperate and whiny… I mean, it’s only fair after making me wait this long.”

You don’t think you’ve seen König so panicked before. His eyes were blown wide, hands tugging at his bindings so he can hold onto you and keep you right where he needs you. “N-no! Schatz please… please! Bitte mein leibling… I- y/n, I can’t-“ His words slurred, strung together by his thick accent.

“Come on König, stop blabbering. I know you can beg me better than that.” Your words shut him right up. You could see him process, his mind clouded with lust.

“Liebling… ich braunche dich, I need to have you t-touch me…” he pleaded for you, lips trembling and dick pressing against your thigh. “I want to be inside of you so bad, maus… fuck, I’m so hard for you y/n…” How could you deny him when he was begging you so sweetly?

“Only because you’re being such a good boy for me.” You smirked as you oh so slowly unbuttoned his pants. He thrust into the air uncontrollably, even the slightest touch drove him mad. “Ah-ah, stay still König.” His teeth dug into his lip at your words.

You pulled him out of his boxers, his cock slapping up against his tummy with how aroused he was. Pre cum slid down to his base in pretty droplets. You wrapped your hand around him, barely covering him entirely from just how big he was. König let out small breathy whimpers, the heat of your hand was just so warm and nice against his hard on.

You gave him a small lick at his tip, the flavor of his cock spreading deliciously across your tongue. König let out a loud, drawn out groan. More and more peals dribbled from the slit and you quickly caught them in your mouth. König pulled down on his restraints as you slowly took the head of his dick in your mouth, sucking gently.

He loved when you treated him so sweetly, so softly. So lovingly. But lord could he not wait for you to fuck him up.

You started bobbing up and down on his cock effortlessly, taking him nice and easy. You looked up him through your lashes as you hollowed your cheeks and it sent his stomach in knots. It felt so good, the warmth and wetness of your mouth was like heaven. Your teeth grazing the skin of his dick, a small reminder that he was under your mercy and control. To another man it might be threatening to think that their pleasure could so easily be turned into something so painful if the person blowing them off only clamped slightly…

But it just pushed him closer to the edge. Being placed in between those pretty jaws of yours, so sweet but so dangerous. Of course you’d never hurt him, at least not more than he could handle - or enjoy.

He thrusted up into your mouth only for your hands to hold down his hips. Your eyes glowered at him in warning, you were in charge of his pleasure. He whimpered as a sort of apology, too enraptured in the sight of his cock disappearing between your lips to form words. Your saliva pooling at his base and mixing with his pre cum.

He couldn’t wait any longer, his stomach tightening in short spasms. “Maus, I- I’m gonna… ‘M gonna cum…” His breath came out heavy in between his words, your mouth never ceasing as you watched him stumble his words out.

Your lips pulled off his cock with a small ‘pop’, hand lazily moving up and down on his length. “Yeah? You gonna cum? Am I making you feel that good?” His eyes watered, your words so teasing and mean but so arousing. You let out a little chuckle at his state, feeling him twitch in your hand, “Go ahead, cum for me. Cum for me like the slut you are”

You brought your head back down on his dick, moving fast and rough. He loves the way you talk to him, the way you treat him. Like he’s yours. He pulled harder on the lace holding him in hopes of grounding himself, hoping to somehow deal with the overwhelming pleasure you were giving him.

You let his hips thrust into you as he chased his orgasm, loud whines and strings of your name leaving his mouth. You kept your gaze on his face as his brows pinched and eyes closed tight. You felt his cum spill past your lips and leaking down onto his lap. You kept sucking his off long past his high came down, aftershocks twitching throughout his body.

“W-wait it’s, it’s too much- ngh! Oh my god…- y/n!” You giggled watching him squirm with overstimulation. You laid one of your hands down on his hips, pressing down against him. The other hand traced up and down his cock. It was still hard, pressed against his tummy and smearing left over cum on his skin. He jumped with each ghost of your fingers and whined for your teasing to stop.

You eventually slowed your hand, grinning at the mess König had become beneath you, “Alright pretty boy, so fucking sensitive, huh? But if you’re too sensitive for me to even touch you, how am I going to properly fuck you?”

Standing at the edge of the bed you slowly pulled your underwear down, looking at every twitch of König cock as he watched you. You climbed into his lap, your bare cunt hovering above his dick.

Tears fell from the corners of his eyes and he gazed at you as though you were sent by god just for him. “Du bist so schön, meine Liebe.”

König’s lip quivered as you lower yourself down onto him. His hard cock stretched out your walls so wonderfully. So hot and thick, and all yours. You threw back your head at the feeling of König disappearing into you inch by inch.

“König you feel so fucking good baby, filling me up soooo much”

König searched for your eyes, needing to know just how good he was making you feel. Him. Not anyone else, him. He felt like he’d cum just at the thought of pleasuring you so well.

His hands shook in his bindings, he craved the feeling of your skin. He needed to run his hands up the curves of your tits, and down the fat of your hips. He needed to grab your stomach and grope your thigh. He just needed to touch- but he was a good boy. He wouldn’t beg you to untie him, no, he needed to prove he could be nothing but a toy for you to use. This was all about you.

God, you.

Your hips met his and the final stretch lodged a moan through your pretty lips. König involuntarily bucked into you as a tear rolled down his cheek at the bliss of being inside of you.

You reached down a hand to dry his face, your other hand pressing down against his lap,

“Aw, Baby, it’s okay. Don’t get too excited though, you keep still.”

Your voice was soft but firm. So melodious. It sounded like honey to König and you could feel him throb inside of you as he held back another thrust.

You teasingly rolled your hips with his full dick inside of you, head thrown back and thoroughly enjoying yourself. König’s teeth burrowed into the soft plush of his lip, overwhelmed by the sight of your heavenly state and the overstimulation to his cock.

His jaw dropped open as he felt you slowly rise up until only the tip was encased in your warmth, and then quickly falling back down to his hips. You watched as König whimpered, eyes screwed shut as pleasure shot through him.

You picked up the pace with each movement, up and down, up and down. More and more whines tumbling past König’s lips as they harmonized with your own moans. Your slick and his cum mixed together over his hips and the insides of your thighs. You reached a hand forward, tracing patterns on his stone hard stomach. It was like chiseled marble, perfectly sculpted all for only you to see and to touch.

He jumped, the muscle in his tummy jumping at the feeling and relaxing at your chuckle.

“I don’t think I’ll ever get used to how sensitive you are, König.” You leaned forward even more, lips teasing his ear. “It’s gonna make fucking you a lot harder for you and a lot more fun for me.”

You straightened your back, mean grin gracing your features. König’s eyes reached the back of his skull, too pleasured to feel real fear at your words. It only pushed him further to finishing. His stomach muscles spasming in preparation and his body tensing.

You suddenly stopped, his cock fully encased in your tight warmth. A twisted cry came from König, desperate for you to continue but not daring to thrust his hips into you. You leaned against your arms propped on his chest, staring deeply into his eyes as he stared back.

Your voice was low aa you spoke, “Are you gonna cum again, König? Cum for your first time from my pussy? Cumming like the pussy drunk slut you are?”

A small sob left König, tears falling from his face. It was as all so much, almost too much. Having you be everything he’s ever dreamed of. He nodded his head, your word bouncing around his skull.

“Y-yes meine liebe, please. Please, let me. I love you.” Another sob, “Ngh, I’m- I’m your slut y/n, I’m your whore.”

“Awww.” You smiled wickedly at him, crashing your lips against his as you continued to ride him. His cock reached all the right places, leading you to your own release. You bit at his lips and even his tongue, his moans filling your mouth. Drool dribbled down his chin and slid down his neck.

Your pussy clenched around his cock, gripping him like you never wanted him to leave. The sound of your skin connecting was like music to König’s ears. The sound of accomplishment. The sound of his love in physical form. The sound of you taking him and putting him right where he fucking belonged.

His tummy tightened again, dick pulsing inside of you. You felt your own stomach pool with pleasure. You momentarily broke from König’s mouth, saliva stringing you together. His tongue lolled out, desperate for your connection to resume.

“Cum for me König, cum with me and prove to me that you’re mine and only mine.” Your lips reached his yet again as your hips moved faster and faster. You even allowed König to sloppily thrust into you. Each time your bodies met it felt like heaven, pushing you further and further to what you knew would be an other worldly orgasm.

All that mattered in this moment was you, it didn’t matter if he fucked before or if he’d cum from someone else before. It felt like he was doing it for the first time. Like this was the only time that mattered. The only person that made him feel this fucking good. This fucking loved.

The pleasure rose and rose, until it snapped. Euphoria rushing over your bodies in waves. A strangled cry pushed into your mouth from König. You could feel him filling you up, warmth spreading throughout your body. You did a few more slow lazy thrusts before pulling yourself off of him, sitting up and looking down at the mess you made.

God he was pathetic, tears drying against his face, lips swollen and bruised, and his eyes looking at you with pure admiration.

You lazily crawled off the bed, leaving König whining for you. When you returned you had a warm wet towel. You sat next to König and gently cleaned him off, careful to not overwhelm him too much. You could feel him jump underneath you every now and then from his overstimulation. When you were done you quickly cleaned your self off and laid the towel on the bed side table, turning back to König who watched your every move with a soft gaze.

You untied the lace around his wrists, holding them in your hands and massaging them lightly. “Does your skin hurt at all baby?”

“N-no. Well, not unbearably. The sting… feels nice.” His voice was husky and low. You smiled at him, before lying down and cuddling up to his chest. He was damp with sweat and his flesh was feverishly hot under your hands. His arm snaked under you and held you tight against him. He leaned down and pressed a kiss to the top of your head.

“I love you so much maus, thank you… thank you for making me yours.”

A/n: oh. my. god. It’s finally over. I finally finished it. Sorry for being gone for so long! Hope this makes up for my absence :)

[hannieehaee]

hi! who in svt would be more likely to be a camboy as a side gig/job? i feel like maybe seungkwan cause we all know he feels comfortable in front of the camera and is great at knowing what the public wants, or mingyu cause he loves showing himself off🤭 i initially thought about wonwoo cause he does gaming streams but he’s wayyyy to shy i feel like he would rather keep his intimate time private.

i don’t remember if i already asked this sorry if i alr did!

18+ / mdi

content: camboy!seungkwan, smut, masturbation (m receiving), no x reader but you can assume the chatter is reader, etc.

wc: 710

a/n: i can imagine both but seungkwan's just such a natural entertainer i had to pick him hehe

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lovergirl98: take the top off baby !!!

- tip: $25

"oh? this thing? but i picked it out just for you. want it off that bad? what does everyone else think? should i take it off?", seungkwan used his index finger to tease at the strap of his tank top, lowering it a bit to expose his shoulder to the audience.

his words combined by his actions caused an immediate flurry in the chat, having it fill up with various comments parroting the original request and even throwing in more money into the fire to ensure it happened. seungkwan chuckled at the insistence, biting his lip at how easy it was to get his viewers fired up.

within seconds, the top was thrown across the room, leaving him in just his boxers as he leaned back on the headboard of his bed.

even more comments showed up, with some begging him to do the same to his boxers while others tried to convince him to play with his nipples.

both orders were promptly followed after a little more teasing from seungkwan, tsk'ing at his chat for being so needy.

"oh ... looks like there's nothing else to take off," he pouted, "what do my needy kittens want now? should i ... play with my cock? is that what you want?"

lovergirl98: wanna see u cum, pretty. gimme a show?

- tip: $50

"lovergirl ... someone's a bit desperate today, huh? this is your fifth tip today. might have to give you a private show for that," he winked before letting his hand go further south, enveloping his swollen hardness with a hiss.

he knew that such comments would get other of his viewers to follow in your path and donate more. seungkwan was already familiar with your username, and he had a lot of fun paying extra attention to your comments. he couldnt help being an appreciative man for all your support.

seungkwan continued to caress himself, starting off with a soft and slow pace and increasing as more comments popped up in encouragement for him to go harder, go faster. kwan drank it all in, using his other hand to occasionally palm at his balls or caress at his bare chest.

lovergirl98: sooo pretty. gonna make me cum with u

- tip: $20

"yeah? wish i could see, pretty," he cried out in the midst of his upcoming high.

he teased himself a few times, getting himself to his high yet stopping right before actually orgasming. meanwhile, he continued to mutter dirty words to his viewers, earning himself rewards for giving them a show of his not-so private pleasure.

"f-fuck, gonna cum. i ... shit, it's so good, fuck. wish you were here to ... to take it for me," he mewled, playing it up a bit for whichever viewer wanted to take claim of him.

and luckily enough, at least ten people donated right at that moment, all in differing amounts and all sharing similar sentiments of wanting seungkwan's spunk either in their mouths or in other parts of their body.

maybe it was a little egotistical of him, but such desperate displays of need for him were enough to finally make him finish. he could see himself in the view finder, looking at the same view his fans had of him as he squirted his cum all over his stomach.

after that, heavy breaths filled the room, occasionally interrupted by pings indicating even more donations from his subscribers.

"hmm, you were so good for me. look at the mess you made me do," he chuckled as he looked through his comments one last time, too exhausted due to the overstimulation he'd inflicted onto himself.

with that, he closed the tab, deciding to put an end to the stream before he fell in another rabbit hole of an orgasm. but even then, private messages popped up, with endless offers of a private show in exchange of heftier donations than usual.

lovergirl was there as per usual, making seungkwan chuckle at the insistence. it was endearing, he had to admit. he considered for a bit, but decided to put it in the back burner before heading over to the bathroom to wash himself up. a smile of satisfaction remained on his face in the meantime.

maybe next time.

a/n: this was different since it wasn't very member x reader but i hope u guys enjoyed anyways!

[peppermintquartz]

Tempt

Explicit Bucktommy

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Tommy checks his hair once more in the mirror - mentally grimacing slightly at the gray hairs peppered in his dark hair - before he heads out of the en-suite.

And stops in his tracks to admire the languid sprawl of his Evan on top of their bed, wearing nothing except a pair of dark green shorts. Sun is spilling in, bathing him in light. Evan himself is awake, but he's still clearly drowsy; Tommy did keep him up for most of the night.

"Hey honey," Evan says with a smile. "Going off so early?"

"Yeah," says Tommy, not without a little regret. He goes to Evan and kisses his brow. "Team brunch. Gotta go grab tables."

It's a thing Tommy suggested recently, hoping to build a stronger bond within the 217. Nothing will replicate the family atmosphere of the 118, but more of Tommy's colleagues are joining in and they're becoming friendlier.

Evan stretches and sighs. "Well, have fun. Wish I could keep you for longer." He flutters his lashes at Tommy as he slides the waistband of his shorts down.

Tommy glances at the clock on the bedside table. He can spare ten minutes. "You want me to be late?"

"Someone else can grab the tables," Evan drawls, reaching up to pull Tommy down for a deeper kiss. Tommy pretends to resist for two seconds before acceding. Then he sits next to Evan and slides one hand down the younger man's chest, enjoying the tickle of fuzz, and slips his hand into Evan's shorts. Evan's breath hitches as Tommy reaches for his cock. It's not fully hard, but it's getting there, a nicely heated length in his grip that gets slicker as he strokes. Tommy smiles to himself as he twists his wrist, alternates the firmness of his grip, rubs the head of Evan's cock with his thumb the way Evan loves it.

Evan rocks his hips, his eyes closed. Moans and gasps of pleasure fall shamelessly from his lips, some loud enough that, were this Evan's loft, Tommy will worry about the neighbors. As it is, he leans down to kiss Evan's birthmark and then whispers, "Come on, baby, you can be louder. You know I like it when you show everyone in this neighborhood how good it is when I touch you."

"It is good," Evan replies, mouth open, arching up to try to kiss Tommy, but the motion moves his cock free of Tommy's grip. "Babe, hand, gimme."

"Of course, Evan, don't worry," Tommy murmurs, wrapping his hand around Evan's erection again and speeding up. The change in pace makes Evan's moans go higher in pitch. One hand reaches up to grip the headboard, and the other tangles itself in Tommy's shirt. His head is thrown back, the lines of his neck tense and clean, tempting Tommy to mark it up with love bites.

The smell of sex is getting Tommy hard in his pants too, but he shuts it away. This is about Evan, and he focuses on the slick slide of his hand up and down the hot shaft, the press of his palm against the glans, and every few strokes, he rubs the calloused edge of his thumb over the slit, appreciating how much precome Evan leaks. He always loves it, and he loves trying to lick Evan's cock clean of it. Hasn't worked so far, but Tommy is going to try, regardless.

Evan cries out about two seconds before his whole body tenses, almost locks up as he comes over Tommy's hand and his own belly, and then he relaxes completely. There's not that much ejaculate, but they did go several rounds last night.

"Mm. That was yummy," Evan says, eyes fluttering open and his pouty lips curving into a satisfied smile.

Tommy meets his boyfriend's eyes as he extracts his hand from Evan's pants and licks it clean of Evan's come. A whine crawls out of Evan's throat at the sight. Knowing it's just another ploy for affection, Tommy leans down and kisses the taste into Evan's mouth, their tongues sliding together for a hot minute.

"I'm gonna be late," Tommy says, pulling away with some wistfulness. He goes to wash his hands, tell his hard-on to calm the fuck down, and check that his clothes are clean of any incriminating evidence. When he comes out, Evan has rolled on his side to watch him, and this time he's naked. He waggles his eyebrows at Tommy suggestively.

Amused, Tommy narrows his eyes and shakes his head. "Oh no, you can wait for three hours. Be a good boy and clean up."

"What if I don't wanna be a good boy?" Evan says. It's a playful challenge.

"Well, a good boy gets to have his choice of reward," says Tommy, one hand on the bedroom door. "And since Daddy has a new plug..." He winks at Evan and leaves, just before a pillow flies at and lands on the door.

Tommy chuckles as he starts his car. Evan will be climbing all over him by the time he comes home from brunch, and he will be his brattiest self, demanding to have the new plug.

Tommy can't wait.

[hees-mine]

𝐋𝐚𝐬𝐭 𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞 - 𝐋. 𝐡𝐬 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝟏𝟏

Pairing: heeseung ⚥ reader

Warning: angst, cursing, crying, taboo relationship, single dad.

Genre: 18+, best friends dad, smut, single dad, taboo relationship, minors do not interact! Sorry it’s short I had a headache so there might be some errors too :/ lil filler chap in the meantime

WC: 1562k

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Confused and hurt.

That’s how you felt after leaving heeseung’s home your eyes brimmed with tears as you let out a shaky breath your legs felt wobbly and your mind was flooded with nothing but negative thoughts about heeseung and what just happened.

So it was all just a mistake nothing was ever real to him all the times he begged for you back was a mistake all the times he kissed you were a mistake all the times he said he loved you were a mistake.

He practically told you none of his feelings were real and he just used your body to get himself off that’s how it translated to you anyway.

You felt so disgusted with yourself not even a week ago you let him put his face between your legs you gave him head and you let him have sex with you round after round all while he told you how happy you made him how he’d do anything to make you his officially and how much he loved you.

Your stomach was in knots as you attempted to wipe your tears only for a fresh stream to fall just seconds later. “I’m so stupid” you muttered to yourself.

And the worst part is if you two didn’t get caught you’d be none the wiser he’d still be using you for his pleasure saying what you want to hear just to have you laying under him at night.

You’d still be lying and arranging your schedule so it would aligned with his you’d still get butterflies when he came over to your house when your parents were away you’d still miss him and text him daily just to see how he was doing.

But maybe it was good you two got caught cause even though you lost a friend in the process at least you were away from that no good fucking liar at least you couldn’t be used by him anymore and at least you wouldn’t waste more time with him than you already had.

You just wished you had of went with your gut straight from the beginning if only you had of done the right thing and avoided him to begin with none of this would have happened.

You would still have your friend and you’d both be happy together and Heeseung would’ve never even been involved.

Your whole life was ruined because of heeseung and the worst part about it all was when he first approached you in his kitchen you didn’t say no you wanted it just as much as him and now that you think about it you probably wanted it more than him given the circumstances that you actually fell for him and he never cared about you to begin with so it was probably just fun seeing you struggle to say no to him it probably boosted his ego having a younger girl to toy with that was like putting his hands so unsuspecting of his true self.

You were such a dumb and easy target why wouldn’t he come for you.

And of course he’d continue to come back over and over again especially cause after all you were giving yourself to him every free chance the two of you got.

You had a hard time figuring out how he could have raised such a great daughter but be a complete piece of shit himself and thanks to him and partially yourself you lost your best friend all for a mistake.

Getting over this felt impossible especially knowing that you’d have to face her tomorrow at school

You had such a terrible headache when you arrived home and the tears just wouldn’t stop falling no matter how hard you tried to stop them.

You felt hurt sad and betrayed how could someone do what he did to you and be fine with it like nothing ever happened like you didn’t have feelings like you didn’t spend so many intimate nights with him in his home.

Your mind came up with blanks you couldn’t fathom how a person could screw with someone else’s emotions the way he did with you you took some medicine for your headache and tried to shut out all these ridiculous thoughts nothing mattered now anyway he got what he wanted threw you to the wayside and that was it you’d have to accept that you got played and in the process lost life as you knew it and a best friend.

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Like you assumed you were getting ignored all day at school she wouldn’t even look at you when you sat next to her you tried to speak with her but she tuned you out and it hurt like hell because this used to be the person you talked to about everything and now you were like strangers.

You got up and went to an empty seat giving her her space you understood she wanted nothing to do with you and you didn’t even blame her you were a terrible person and a terrible best friend you broke her trust you lied to her you were secretly doing her dad behind her back hell if you were her you wouldn’t want to be friends with a person like you either so you accepted it were you okay being ostracized by the lee family of course not but there was nothing you could do from here on out you could only try your best to move on.

You were upset because you didn’t even get to explain yourself but what was there to explain? You fucked up period there was no getting around it.

If you felt this hurt you could only imagine her pain and with that thought you realized you didn’t even deserve to be sad anymore because this was all your fault you’re just happy that at least her and heeseung were able to hash things out you’d never be able to live knowing you broke up that special bond they had together.

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“Welcome home sweetpea!” Heeseung greeted his daughter at the door. “I’m almost finished with lunch you can shower and come down when you’re ready”

“Hi dad! I thought you had work today?” She kicked her shoes off at the door and walked into the kitchen stealing a strawberry off the plate he was making to which he glared at her and only received a sheepish smile in response plus another strawberry being stolen.

“I did but they were cutting hours and offered me the day off so I took it” he shrugged.

“Ah I see you need a break your eyes bags are getting really bad lately” she grins.

“I’m going to take that as concern and not an insult” he dismissed her silly comment.

She giggled and ran upstairs to take a shower before having lunch. “Getting bolder by the day” he shook his head and sighed loudly while finishing lunch.

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You hated how your brain worked cause why couldn’t you stop thinking about heeseung even though he told you he didn’t love you and that you meant nothing to him and you were nothing but a mistake he’s still all you could think of and you hated how you still shed tears for a man that didn’t deserve them.

But you couldn’t fucking help it you loved him and unfortunately those feelings weren’t just about to wither away within a week just cause you wanted them to.

For the seventh time in a row you were under your blankets head buried in your pillow as the tears flowed like an endless river.

Just how many tears were you going to cry for a man that didn’t care about you?

How many nights would you get lost in thought about how you could have gone about things better.

For how much longer was it going to feel like someone had a fucking knife pierced straight through your heart.

You didn’t know.

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Heeseung lied awake in his bed scrolling through a few of your old texts together he can’t believe he almost ruined his relationship with his only daughter all because he was stupid enough to think he was actually in love with you.

Thank goodness he got caught with you sooner than later because he doesn’t know how long he would have kept you around thinking he cared about you and telling you he loved you when deep down he didn’t.

His rational side understood what he did was wrong he should have let you go but he was confused about his feelings for you but it all became clear when he had to pick between you and his daughter he didn’t even have to think twice it was a no brainer his daughter over you any day of the week.

He shut off his phone and placed it on the nightstand sighing deeply his compassionate side felt for you or rather his guilty conscience side felt for you he was truly sorry for stringing you along though that was one thing he was actually sincere about but what’s done is done you and him are over now he just hopes you were taking the break up as well as him but something told him you weren’t by the shattered look on your face when you walked out of his home for the last time.

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[onebadassunicorn]

Can’t Help Wanting You

pairing: Cassian x Reader

content warnings: pining, sparring, SMUT (18+)

word count: 5.4k

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Chapter 1

Chapter 2

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Chapter 3

Y/n POV

As you began to settle into life at the Night Court with training and preparing for your first mission, you realized the nights were the worst.

You could handle the days—barely.

You could stomach the way Cassian smiled at you like nothing had changed, like you were both still stuck in the roles you'd always played: him, the cocky, untouchable warrior, and you, the stubborn girl who would never quite measure up in his eyes. You could endure the stolen glances when you crossed paths on the training grounds, the way your chest tightened when he laughed, the way your body betrayed you at the mere sound of his voice.

But the nights?

The nights were agony.

The walls of the House of Wind weren't thick enough to drown out the sounds. Not when Cassian brought another woman into his room, their laughter spilling into the halls, followed by muffled whispers, soft moans, and the unmistakable sound of pleasure. You would lie in your bed, your fists clenched in the sheets, your teeth biting down on your pillow to keep from screaming.

You hated it. Hated the way your imagination ran wild at the sound of his deep, rough voice murmuring something you couldn't quite make out. Hated the way your heart twisted at the thought of someone else touching him, of someone else getting what you'd secretly, desperately wanted for years.

Your nights became a battlefield of longing and jealousy. You would close your eyes, trying to block out the sounds, but it only made your imagination more vivid. You'd picture Cassian's lips on yours, rough and demanding, the heat of his body pressed against your own. You'd imagine his hands sliding over your skin, his fingers mapping every curve, his mouth leaving a trail of fire in its wake.

The jealousy burned like a poison in your veins.

You hated those women-faceless, nameless fae women who had what you couldn't bring yourself to claim. You hated the way they made him laugh, the way they made him groan in that low, guttural way that sent shivers down your spine even when you weren't the one in his bed.

But more than anything, you hated yourself.

Because no matter how much it hurt, no matter how much you wanted to storm into his room and drag him away, you couldn't. You couldn't bring herself to tell him how you felt, couldn't risk the rejection you were certain would follow.

To him, you were still the girl he needed to protect, the stubborn soldier who would never be anything more than a friend, a sister in arms.

And so you lay there, night after night, your chest aching as the sounds from his room carried through the walls. Your heart twisted with every moan, every soft murmur, your jealousy rising like a tide you couldn't hold back.

You would never admit it aloud, not even to yourself, but deep down, you wished it was you.

Wished it was your name on his lips, your body beneath his, your touch that made him lose control.

You wanted to be the one who left him breathless, who made him forget everything but you.

But you knew better than to dream of things that weren't meant to be.

So you buried your longing, your jealousy, and your heartbreak, letting them fester in the quiet moments of the night.

Because even if Cassian didn't know it, even if he never looked at you the way you wanted him to, your heart would always belong to him.

And that was the cruelest truth of all.

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Cassian POV

The music at Rita’s pulsed through the air, loud enough to vibrate in Cassian’s chest. The Inner Circle had gathered around their usual corner table, laughing, drinking, and unwinding after a long week. Mor had dragged them all out for a night of fun, and Cassian, always up for a drink or two—or five—had been eager to join.

Until she walked in.

He saw her before anyone else did, and his brain stuttered to a halt. She wore a red dress that hugged her body like it was designed to ruin him. The neckline plunged low, showing off smooth, golden skin, and the thigh-high slit revealed her toned legs as she walked. Her black thigh high boots completed the sultry outfit. Her golden-brown hair spilled over her shoulders in soft waves, catching the dim light, and her hazel eyes sparkled with mischief as danced with an unknown male on the dance floor.

Cassian swallowed hard, gripping his glass tighter as she turned to laugh at something the man said. When she shifted just right, the slit of her dress opened wider, and it hit him like a thunderbolt as he caught a glimpse of her naked hip.

She wasn’t wearing any panties.

He dragged a hand down his face, groaning under his breath. “Mother above, she’s going to kill me.”

He slammed back the rest of his drink in one gulp, trying to calm the fire coursing through his veins.

“You okay there, Cass?” Azriel’s quiet voice cut through his haze, and Cassian glanced over to find his brother watching him with a knowing expression.

“I’m fine,” he muttered, already signaling the bartender for another drink.

Azriel didn’t press, though the slight twitch of his lips told Cassian he wasn’t fooled.

The night wore on, and Cassian tried his best to focus on the conversation at the table, on the drinks in front of him, on anything other than her.

But she was everywhere.

She moved like she owned the room, her laughter floating over the music as she talked and danced with the others.

Cassian’s gaze drifted across the room to where she stood near the edge of the dance floor,

She looked… radiant. Effortless. And entirely too captivating.

“Careful,” Azriel murmured from beside him, his voice just loud enough to be heard over the music. “You’re staring.”

Cassian tore his gaze away, scowling into his drink. “I’m not staring.”

Azriel’s shadows curled lazily around him, as if to emphasize his amusement. “Sure.”

It started with one male—tall, broad-shouldered, and clearly interested—who approached her near the bar. Y/n smiled politely, shook her head, and sent him on his way, but Cassian’s jaw tightened all the same. Then another approached her on the dance floor, and this time, she didn’t immediately brush him off. She danced with him for a song or two, her movements fluid and hypnotic, and Cassian’s grip on his glass turned white-knuckled.

Attention followed her at every turn, which was not surprising as her outfit left little to imagination.

And Gods, did she have attention.

Heads turned any time she would pass by.

Women looked at her, wishing they could be her.

And the men looked like they wanted a taste of her.

By the time the third male approached her, he was on his fifth drink, his vision tinged with red. He watched as she laughed at something the male said, her head tilting back, her hair cascading over her shoulder like liquid gold. And when she turned just enough for the slit in her dress to part, showing off her bare hip, Cassian had to look away before he did something stupid.

“She’s driving you crazy,” Mor said, appearing at his side with a sly grin. “Why don’t you just go talk to her?”

“She’s not driving me crazy,” Cassian muttered, though even he didn’t believe the words.

Mor snorted, sipping her drink. “Right. That’s why you’re sitting here glaring at every male who so much as looks at her.”

He didn’t answer, because she was right, and he hated it. He hated how much it bothered him to see her smiling at other men, how much it burned to watch her laugh and dance like he wasn’t even there.

Cassian didn’t respond, his attention snapping back to the dance floor just in time to see it. The blond male leaned down, his lips brushing against Y/n’s in a slow, lingering kiss. Cassian’s breath caught, fury rising in his chest, but it wasn’t over. The male kissed her again, deeper this time, his hands sliding up her bare back, over her hips, pulling her closer. She didn’t push him away.

No. She kissed him back.

“That’s the fourth one tonight who has had the guts to approach her,” Azriel observed, his tone annoyingly neutral. “She’s popular.”

Cassian’s jaw clenched. “I don’t need a running tally, Az.”

Azriel’s shadows curled lazily around his shoulders, the bastard clearly enjoying this. “She’s wearing that dress for a reason, you know.”

Cassian shot him a glare. “What’s that supposed to mean?”

Azriel shrugged, his expression annoyingly neutral. “Maybe she’s trying to get someone’s attention.”

Cassian grunted, downing the rest of his drink in one go. He tried to ignore the way his chest tightened as the male stepped even closer, his hand brushing Y/n’s arm. She didn’t seem bothered—in fact, she looked like she was enjoying herself. Too much.

“She can handle herself,” Azriel added, but there was a knowing edge to his voice.

Cassian scowled. “I know she can handle herself.”

Azriel’s smirk was subtle, but it was there. “Then why are you gripping that glass like you’re about to shatter it?”

Cassian didn’t respond. Every ounce of self-control Cassian had been clinging to snapped in an instant and his vision went red. Instead, he slammed the glass onto the bar and pushed off, weaving through the crowd towards her.

He told himself he was just checking in, making sure no one crossed a line. That’s what a good friend would do. It had nothing to do with the fact that he wanted to snap that male’s head for standing so damn close to her.

He was on his feet before he even realized it, his wings flaring slightly as he stalked toward them, his chest heaving with every step.

By the time he reached them, the male had pressed another kiss to her lips, his fingers grazing the curve of her hip and thigh where the slit of her dress opened. Cassian’s growl was low, dangerous.

The blond-haired male didn’t even see him coming. One moment, he was smiling down at her, and the next, Cassian was shoving him back with enough force to send him stumbling.

“What the hell are you doing?” the male demanded, his tone dripping with indignation.

“Get your hands off her,” Cassian snarled, stepping between them. His hazel eyes blazed as he loomed over the male, his fists clenched at his sides.

The male glanced at Y/n, his brows raising. “Who the hell is this?”

Y/n’s voice was sharp as a blade. “He’s no one.”

Cassian froze, the words hitting harder than a blow.

The male straightened, his expression shifting from confusion to irritation. “I was dancing with her. What’s your problem?”

“My problem,” Cassian growled, stepping closer, “is you putting your hands on someone who didn’t ask for it.”

The male scoffed, glancing at Y/n as if for confirmation. “She didn’t seem to mind.”

Cassian’s vision went red. He grabbed the front of the male’s shirt, lifting him slightly off the ground as he bared his teeth. “Say that again. I dare you.”

“Cassian!” she shouted, shoving herself between them and forcing him to let the male go.

“What the hell is wrong with you?” Y/n demanded. Her hazel eyes burned with fury, her chest heaving as she glared up at him. “You can’t just attack someone because they looked at me.”

“He didn’t just look at you,” Cassian snapped, his voice rough with anger. “He kissed you.”

“So what?” she shot back, her tone dripping with defiance. “I let him. It’s none of your business.”

“Like hell it’s not,” he growled, stepping closer. “You don’t know him.”

“No,” she interrupted, stepping closer. Her cheeks were flushed, her hazel eyes blazing with anger—and defiance. “You don’t get to do this, Cassian. You don’t get to storm in and act like an overbearing big brother.”

He growled, his voice low and dangerous. “I’m protecting you.”

“Protecting me from what?” she shot back, her voice rising. “From enjoying myself? From being kissed by someone I actually want to kiss?”

The male, wisely, had started backing away, but Cassian barely noticed. His attention was locked on Y/n, her words cutting into him like a blade.

“That’s not the point,” he said, his voice rough. “You don’t know him. You don’t know what he’s after.”

Her laugh was sharp, bitter. “What he’s after? Gods, Cassian, he’s after exactly what I want him to be after. I’m not a child. I don’t need you to swoop in and save me.”

His hands fisted at his sides, his wings twitching with barely contained frustration. “You’re being reckless.”

“No,” she said, stepping even closer, her voice trembling with barely restrained anger. “What I’m being is an adult—a grown woman who doesn’t need you hovering over her like I’m still the little girl you grew up with.”

The words struck deep, and for a moment, Cassian didn’t know how to respond. He just stood there, staring at her as the music thumped around them, her chest rising and falling with each quick breath.

Cassian stepped closer, his voice a low growl. “You don’t see what I see. You don’t see how dangerous it is—how dangerous they are.”

“And you don’t see that I can handle myself,” she snapped, her voice breaking slightly as her hands fisted at her sides. “I don’t need you to fight my battles, Cassian. Not anymore.”

For a moment, they just stood there, the tension between them crackling like a storm about to break.

“Go back to your friends at the bar, Cassian…and don’t wait up for me.” she spat.

Then Y/n turned and disappeared back into the crowd on the dance floor, her hips swaying and golden-brown hair shining as she walked away without looking back.

Cassian stood rooted to the spot, his chest heaving, his fists still clenched at his sides. He didn’t move, didn’t follow her, didn’t even glance at the male who’d disappeared into the crowd. He just stood there, the weight of her words sinking deep into his bones.

Before he could respond, Nesta’s sharp voice cut through the crowd. “Cassian.”

He turned, only to see her standing at the edge of the dance floor, arms crossed and glaring. “You done making a fool of yourself, or are we going to train tomorrow with a hangover?”

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Cassian POV

Cassian had been pacing the sitting room of the House of Wind all night, his wings twitching with every step. He had watched her leave Rita’s more than six hours ago in that damned red dress—short, tight, and clinging to her like a second skin. The memory of it was burned into his mind, especially when she’d sashayed out without bothering to wear anything beneath it.

No panties.

And it had tortured him.

Now it was nearly dawn, and she still wasn’t back.

She wasn’t a child. He knew that. She could take care of herself. But that didn’t stop the irrational irritation bubbling under his skin that had started the moment she walked into Rita’s wearing that gods-damned dress and hadn’t let up since.

The Inner Circle had all returned hours ago and retired to bed, but Y/n was nowhere to be seen. She’d gone off on her own after she’d left the dance floor, brushing him off with “Don’t wait up.”

Of course, he’d waited up.

The second the door creaked open, Cassian spun around. Y/n stepped inside, looking composed and unbothered, those sexy thigh high boots in one hand and her hair loose around her shoulders. She didn’t even glance at him as she crossed the threshold.

“Enjoy your night?” he bit out, his voice low and sharp.

She paused, arching a brow as she set her boots by the door. “Is there a reason you’re waiting up for me, Cassian?”

His wings flared slightly as he stalked closer. “Waiting up? No. Just couldn’t sleep knowing you were out doing the walk of shame.”

She froze mid-step, turning to face him with narrowed eyes. “Excuse me?”

“You heard me,” he said, his voice rising slightly. “You left here in that dress and now you’re sneaking back in at dawn like—”

“Like what?” she snapped, her voice icy. “Careful, Commander, or I might think you’re accusing me of something.”

He crossed his arms over his chest, glaring down at her. “I’m accusing you of being reckless. You disappear all night wearing that, and you think people aren’t going to make assumptions? You think those males out there see you as anything more than—”

“Stop right there,” she interrupted, her voice deadly quiet. “You don’t get to lecture me about my choices, Cassian. Not when you’ve paraded a revolving door of women through this house since I’ve been here.”

His brows drew together, his voice hardening. “What the hell are you talking about?”

Her laugh was sharp, bitter. “Oh, come on. Do you really think we can’t hear you? Everyone knows what you’re up to. Your walls aren’t as soundproof as you think.”

Cassian’s face flushed, his mouth opening and closing as he searched for a response. Finally, he growled, “That’s different.”

“Different?” she said, her voice incredulous. “How? At least I’m discreet. I don’t rub my singular overnight relationships in other people’s faces.”

“You shouldn’t be so reckless,” he snapped, his tone thick with frustration. “Those males are only after one thing.”

Her eyes flashed with anger as she stepped closer to him, her voice rising. “I know what they’re after, Cassian. I’m not an idiot. But tell me, why is that your concern?”

“Because you should have more self-respect!” he barked, his wings flaring behind him.

The slap came before he could say anything else. The sound echoed in the room, and for a moment, neither of them moved.

She lowered her hand, her voice was low, trembling with fury. “You have no right to judge me. You can’t stand the fact that I’m not that little sixteen-year-old girl anymore, the one who used to trail after you like a lost puppy. It drives you crazy to see that I don’t need you. That I’ve grown up.”

Cassian’s jaw tightened, his hands clenching into fists at his sides. “That’s not—”

“Don’t you dare deny it,” she hissed, stepping even closer, her finger jabbing into his chest. “You can’t handle that I’m a woman now, that I make my own choices, and that none of them have anything to do with you.”

He stared at her, his chest heaving, her words hitting him harder than any blow ever had. She glared up at him, her face flushed with anger, her eyes blazing.

And in that moment, Cassian wasn’t sure if he wanted to shout back or grab her and—

But she didn’t give him a chance to figure it out. She spun on her heel and stormed off, her footsteps echoing down the hall.

Cassian stood there, alone, the sting of her words—and her slap—lingering long after she was gone. And he realized, with a sinking feeling, that she was right.

It did drive him crazy.

********

Cassian POV

What the fuck was going on with him?

He was the Lord of Bloodshed.

The General.

He didn’t let anyone affect him like this.

It started as a small distraction. A flicker of a thought that Cassian told himself would pass. Y/n had been a part of his life for so many years, it was like she always been there in the background even after he had left the camps.  

But now, she was in his head, invading his every waking moment—and his nights, too.

At first, it was easy to dismiss. He’d see her on the training grounds, her golden-brown hair catching the light, her hazel eyes flashing with defiance, and he’d feel a pang of… something.

Something he refused to name.

Pride, maybe, at how far she’d come.

Admiration for her skill.

Yeah, that had to be it.

Nothing more than that.

Except it was more.

It wasn’t just the way she fought, the way she moved with deadly grace. It was the way she carried herself, the way she pushed back against him with that sharp tongue of hers, her words cutting and clever. It was the fire in her, the spark that had always been there but now burned brighter, hotter, than ever before.

And it consumed him.

He told himself it was nothing.

A passing thought, a moment of weakness.

But it kept happening.

Night after night, she was there, haunting him, until the thought of her became impossible to ignore.

Even when he wasn’t alone, she was there.

He tried to drown her out in the arms of other females. It wasn’t unusual for him to seek company after a long day, a way to unwind and forget.

But now, it felt different.

Wrong.

No matter who he was with, no matter how soft their touch or sweet their voice, his thoughts always drifted to her.

And nights were the worst.

When he wasn’t trying to drown her out with other females, when the House of Wind was quiet, and he was alone in his bed, his thoughts would drift to her.

He’d close his eyes and see her—not as the girl he’d grown up with, but as the woman she had become.

Strong, fierce, beautiful.

He’d picture the curve of her lips, the way her golden-brown hair spilled over her shoulders, the way her hazel eyes held both challenge and promise.

Now, as he lay in bed after his confrontation with her, his hand moving steadily up and down his cock, Cassian closed his eyes and let himself get lost in the fantasy. In his mind, she was straddling him, her hair falling in soft waves around her face as she leaned down to kiss him. Her lips were warm, eager, and she tasted like mint and something sweet. He moaned softly, his hips bucking slightly as he imagined her grinding against him, her heat pressing into his throbbing length.

“Cassian…” Her voice was breathy, needy, and it sent shivers down his spine. He could feel her hands roaming his chest, nails lightly scraping his skin as she moved lower, trailing kisses down his neck, his collarbone, his abs. When she reached the waistband of his underwear, she looked up at him with those fucking eyes, and he nearly came right then and there.

“Please,” he whispered, though he wasn’t sure if he was talking to her or to the empty room around him. But in his mind, she was already pulling his underwear down, freeing his cock from its confines. Her lips parted as she took him into her mouth, humming softly as she started to move. The sensation—real and imagined all at once—was overwhelming. His fingers tangled in her hair, guiding her as she sucked him deeper, her tongue swirling around the sensitive tip.

“Gods, baby… you feel so good,” he groaned, his hips thrusting involuntarily as pleasure coursed through him. He could feel every inch of her mouth on him, every flick of her tongue, every subtle movement that drove him closer to the edge. And then, just as he thought he couldn’t take it anymore, she pulled away, climbing back onto his lap and positioning herself above him.

In the fantasy, she leaned forward, her lips brushing against his ear as she whispered, “I’ve wanted this for so long.” Her voice was barely audible, but the words hit him like a punch to the gut. Before he could respond, she was lowering herself onto him, taking him inside her inch by agonizing inch. His breath caught in his throat as she sheathed him completely, her tight heat enveloping him in a way that felt almost too real.

She started to move, rocking her hips slowly at first, then faster, more urgently. Her hands gripped his shoulders for balance, her nails digging into his skin as she rode him. Cassian’s hands found her hips, guiding her movements as he thrust up to meet her. The sound of their bodies coming together filled the room—skin slapping against skin, mingled with their labored breathing and the occasional moan or whimper.

“You’re gorgeous,” he murmured, his voice rough with desire as he watched her. Her head was thrown back, her eyes closed, and her lips parted in a silent cry of pleasure. She looked so fucking beautiful like this—so perfect—that he couldn’t stand it. He needed her closer, needed to feel her against him. He sat up slightly, pulling her into his arms as he kissed her deeply, his tongue tangling with hers as they moved together.

The pace quickened, his thrusts becoming harder, more desperate. He could feel the tension building in his groin, a familiar pressure that threatened to overwhelm him. She must have felt it too because she gasped, her nails raking down his back as she clung to him. “Cassian,” she breathed, her voice trembling. “I’m close.”

“So am I,” he admitted, his voice strained as he fought to hold on just a little longer. But it was no use. With one final thrust, he came undone, his release surging through him in waves of ecstasy. His seed spilled into her as she cried out, her body shuddering as she reached her own climax. For a moment, they just held each other, their hearts pounding in unison as they rode out the aftershocks.

---

When Cassian opened his eyes, he was alone. The fantasy faded as reality set in, leaving him breathless and achingly aware of the emptiness beside him. He glanced down at his hand, still wrapped around his softening cock, and sighed.

It wasn’t real.

None of it was.

But damn, it had felt like it.

It was maddening.

She was everywhere, in everything he did. When he trained, he thought of her, of the way she pushed herself to her limits. When he laughed with the Inner Circle, he couldn’t help but glance at her, wanting to see that rare, genuine smile of hers.

He thought of what it would feel like to finally touch her, to finally have her.

But she wasn’t his. She never had been.

And that was the worst part of all. Because no matter how much he wanted her, no matter how much she consumed his thoughts, he couldn’t bring himself to tell her. Couldn’t risk ruining what little was left between them.

So he let the thoughts torment him, let them twist and turn inside him like a storm he couldn’t escape.

He was too afraid of ruining what they had. Their friendship was important to him—too important to risk losing over some stupid attraction.

So he kept his feelings to himself, burying them deep down where no one could see them.

Except when he was alone.

That was when he let himself fantasize about her, imagining all the things he’d never dare say out loud.

********

Cassian POV

The sparring ring felt more like a battlefield.

The tension between Cassian and Y/n had been building all morning, and now it was boiling over. He swung harder than he should, every strike fueled by the argument from earlier, by the image of her walking into the House of Wind at sunrise wearing that damned dress, no panties and someone else's scent.

She was holding her own, but her movements were sharper, angrier, each attack matching the fury in her hazel eyes. When his blade sliced her arm, just above the elbow, he froze for a fraction of a second, guilt hitting him like a cold wave.

But she didn't freeze. She hissed in pain, clutching the wound briefly before glaring at him, fire blazing in her eyes. "You bastard,” she spat. "You're not sparring-you're trying to punish me."

"Maybe I am," he snapped, his voice low and rough. "You're acting reckless, and someone needs to remind you how to take care of yourself."

Her laughter was sharp, bitter. "Take care of myself? That's rich, coming from you. The only reckless one here is you, swinging like you've got something to prove.”

"I don't have to prove anything to you," he growled, stepping closer.

"Then stop acting like it," she shot back, lunging at him without warning. Her blade caught his shoulder, grazing the leather, and the satisfaction in her eyes only made his temper snap further.

"You don't listen," he said through gritted teeth, meeting her next strike with a force that made her stumble. "You never listen."

"Maybe because I'm tired of hearing the same bullshit," she snapped, pushing back hard enough to drive him a step back. "You're angry, Cassian, and it has nothing to do with me. Figure your shit out before you come at me."

Her words stung, and before he could stop himself, he stepped into her space, twisting her sword from her grip and sweeping her legs out from under her. She hit the mat hard, and before she could recover, he pinned her, his hands gripping her wrists and his weight pressing her into the ground.

"Let me go," she snarled, struggling against him, her hazel eyes blazing with fury.

"Not until you listen,” he growled, his voice rough and trembling with barely contained emotion. "You don't get to walk away from this."

"Walk away from what?" she demanded, her breath coming in quick, angry bursts. "From you not being able to handle the fact that I don't need you?"

"Gods, you piss me off," he ground out, his face so close to hers that he could feel her breath against his lips. "You don't even see it, do you? How impossible you are."

Then she shoved him off her with surprising force, sending him sprawling onto the mat.

Cassian barely had time to process what had happened before she was on her feet, grabbing her sword and pointing it at him. Her hair was wild, her cheeks flushed, and her hazel eyes burned with fury.

"We're going again," she said, her voice hard and unyielding.

"Y/n – “

"Pick up your sword, General." Her tone left no room for argument.

Cassian's jaw tightened, his body still thrumming with everything that had just happened, but he stood, grabbing his sword.

"Fine," he said, his voice low and dangerous. "Let's finish this."

They clashed again, their movements even more aggressive, every strike a continuation of their argument. The air around them was thick with tension, their shouts and the clang of metal echoing across the training grounds.

"You think you can control me?" She snapped, her blade slicing toward his side.

"I'm not trying to control you," he growled, deflecting her strike and stepping closer. "I'm trying to protect you."

"I don't need your protection," she shot back, swinging at him again. "I've never needed it."

"Why are you being so damn difficult?" he snarled, driving her back.

"Why are you being so insufferable?" she countered, her blade locking with his.

Before either of them could land another strike, a shadow curled between them, and Azriel appeared, stepping directly into the line of fire.

His voice was calm, but there was steel in it.

"Enough."

Cassian and Y/n froze, both breathing hard, their swords still raised. Azriel's sharp gaze flicked between them, his shadows curling around his feet like smoke.

"You're going to kill each other," he said flatly.

"She started it," Cassian muttered, lowering his blade.

Azriel arched a brow. "And you're acting like a child."

Y/n scoffed, lowering her sword as well, though her grip on the hilt was still tight. "I was fine until he decided to lose his temper."

Azriel's gaze shifted to her arm, where blood still seeped from the cut.

"You're done for today," he said firmly. "Both of you."

Cassian opened his mouth to argue, but the look Azriel gave him stopped him in his tracks.

Grumbling under his breath, he sheathed his sword and stalked off the mat.

Y/n stayed where she was, glaring at his retreating back. "Bastard," she muttered.

Azriel sighed. "You're not wrong."

Chapter 4

[teyamloving12]

I read the foursome story and it had me in a chokehold how do you do it so well🧎🏾‍♀️🧎🏾‍♀️

Pt. 2 where the husbands go out again but plot twist: the wives want to make them jealous by “flirting” with other guys, and Ronal teaches the reader how to be a brat. The outcome is unexpected to them because not just Jake but Tonowari shows his rough dom side (bc Jake taught him after the first story and now he can act on it). The boys blindfold/tie the girls up and use them however they want (ex using toys, tail pulling, spit, daddy kink, overstimulation, edging, throat fucking, breeding, face slapping, marking, spanking, etc). Before they do that though they make Ronal + the reader get off on each other for what seems like forever. Then after the boys are finished they make the girls do the same thing because they like the sight of both of them dripping their cum

Frustrated Wives Part 2

Warning: brat taming, hard dom!Tonowari and Jake, spitting, spanking, breeding kink, f x m x f x m, daddy kink, etc.

Pairing: Jake x Reader x Tonowari x Ronal

Synopsis: Jake and Tonowari are gone again and Ronal wished to teach you something new.

@neytirishottie

Read part 1 here❤

Last night was a beautiful experience and now Ronal wants even more. You would be a liar if you didn't agree. It was an experience to remember. Were you both mad you shared husbands? No, in fact Ronal even encouraged you and Tonowari to try a little something once again.

Ronal swam around you, the rippling water tickling your sides. "Come on Ma Y/n, let's try something different today. I want to feel it again!", she exclaimed. "My husband?", you joked. She shaked her hand frantically. "Ok what do you suggest?", you asked your friend. "You see that man.", she pointed. He was handsome, devilishly handsome. Your eyes widened as you realized her plan.

"Ronal No! We can't! Well at least I can't.", you whispered. "Why not, Ma Y/n, let's live a little before they come back from the hunt.", she said. You knew how Jake was when he was angry. That's why you ended up with so many children. Out of his wrath, he fucked you like a dog in heat. He saw no one but her words were so convincing. We were just living a little nothing more, nothing less.

"Ronal I can't believe we just did that!", you yelled at her. She just shrugged. "But let's try something else!", she suggests once again. Ronal was crazy about last night, she want to happen on more time. You looked beautiful around her husband's cock. And Jake. Ronal has never been fucked rough in her life. You were lucky to have such a skillful husband that could please you anyway you wished in bed.

You listened to her plan while she smiled like a mad person beside you. Your eyes widened. You slowly recall when Jake did to Ronal for being mean to your son, Lo'ak and it was not good.

You kneeled behind her watching as your husband grabbed her by the chin aggressively. "You're quite a slut for someone that insults my son!", Jake spat dirty remarks in her face as she kneeled before him. "I mean he's not a real Na'vi, I guess the apple doesn't fall far from the tree, 'Toruk Makto'.", she said back. Jake got angrier and pushed his cock down her throat. Poor Ronal. She reminded you of your younger self who you could barely take Jake in your mouth. In which you do still struggle.

Although it was a distant past now, you still got aroused from the situation. You tried to replace yourself with Ronal but you couldn't take it. The pleasure in your cunt got greater. She wants you to rebel aganist you, aganist your husband's words. You couldnt imagine being fucked like a whore. You obeyed his every command but why not have a little fun? You agreed to her plan and you learnt to be rude and say no when he wanted something. Now that were you fucked up.

Jake and Tonowari barged into the marūi furiously. They overhear a warrior saying how Toruk Makto's wife and the Tsahik were literally begging for his attention. You were scared. Tonowari walked over to you. "Is it true?", he tried to control his temper but it was clear this man was about to burst. He rubbed your temple hoping to hear a positive answer only to feeling you push your arms away from you.

"I'm a woman, I don't know you two telling me what to do when you're gone!", you said with your voice trembling a little. Tonowari looked to Ronal and tilts his head. He smirks. Tonowari grabbed your braids forcing you to look at him. " A woman you call yourself? No, only whores flirt with a man other than your husband.", he said with venom in his tone.

Jake glared daggers at the two women, especially Ronal. You were shocked he was not really angry at you. "You teaching my wife how to be a bitch, hmm?", he asked sarcastically. Ronal rolled her eyes. That's the exact reaction he wanted. Jake thought about something for a second, before you pulled a knife out if her side. You crawled before Ronal in fright. How adorable!

He used the knife to lift her chin up and smiled like a psychopath. "Take 'em off or I'll cut em off!", he barked in your face. Ronal slowly took off her clothes as if she was teasing him and you quickly did as you were told. You were trembling in fear. Jake threw the knife to the side and smirked. "You know what to do.", he said. "What?", Ronal spat. You tapped her shoulders and she immediately understood. "And what if I don't?", she protested. Your eyes widen.

"Don't worry this isn't your only punishment.", he said. Tonowari looked at you and smiled. "My wife is a bad influence on your beautiful mate.", he spoke up. "You and I will deal with her accordingly.", his voice boomed through his marūi. "What about me?", you whispered. "You're still getting punished, like probably 60 percent.", Jake laughed out. "Ronal is getting lesser than me!", you yelled. "Sweetcheeks, Ronal is getting 100 percent punishment!", he said.

"Chop chop, we don't have all night!", Jake hurried you both. Her hands slid down to your ass. She began to rub them gently and she increased in speed. Her fingers ran down to your wet folds. You moaned as you grabbed the mat. Jake and Tonowari got hard but you both were enjoying this way too much. Ronal grazed her head over your clit and smirks looking at you. "You nasty girl! You're not supposed to be wet, it's a punishment!", she laughed out.

She was one to talk because her juices soaked the ground. You pushed her head down because she was talking too much and grinded your hips into her face. She attempted to get out but you used your thighs to hold her down. You were god-sent. Tonowari was getting impatient. His cock was about to release itself on the women in front of him. Ronal's hands snuck in between her own legs and started to touch herself. Her fingers were soaked. Your eyes rolled back in pleasure as she pinched your puffy clit then taking it back in your mouth.

"Ronal please-- I beg you-- nnmgh-- I have to cum!", you said trying to hold back the moans from escaping your mouth. You looked to Jake. "Cam I cum for you daddy?", you asked. "Wari , did you hear that?", Jake asked in shock. "Such a good girl to ask for permission. Cum for us tìyawn.", he said calmly before you realized your juices all over Ronal's face. You both were exhausted not even noticing Jake and Tonowari coming closer to blindfold you both. Tonowari grabbed your hands gently and lifter them above your head with a rope and did the same for his wife.

You opened your eyes only to see darkness. "Its our turn to enjoy ourselves now!", you heard Tonowari's muffled voice. "Here's the rules of the game, one of us push our cocks in your mouth and you have to guess who it is. If you guessed right then we will slow down if not, our cock will overuse your slutty mouths!", Jake explained, pushing his thumb in your mouth enjoying his little time.

Let the game begin. You heard Ronal muffled a little bit. You were gagged on who ever was in her mouth. You were confused on who it was probably it was Jake or maybe it as Tonowari. While in thought, a cock was forced into your mouth. It was veiny and stretched out your mouth wider than ever. He continued to fuck your throat. You would to tap on his thigh but your hands were tied.

Your eyes rolled back in pleasure under the blindfold. He fucked your throat which left it sore and hoarse. He grabbed the back of your head and you choked on his cock. He came down your throat and slowly pulled out. His tip was on your lips, you french kissed the tip. It doesn't matter who it was. It was good but it certainly wasn't Jake.

You heard Ronal choked. She probably didn't process the fact someone just came in her mouth. "Guess who?", Jake asked. "I...I think it was Tonowari.", you guessed, whispering in his ear. Jake furrowed his eyebrows. "I was hoping you would get it wrong so I could have a go at you, baby girl.", Jake spoke out. "Its your turn, you whore. Guess who?", Tonowari asked his wife. "Was it you Wari?", she asked. "You guessed wrong.", Jake said. Jake forced himself into her mouth again.

Tonowari cut your rope from your hands. Your wrists were red and swollen. Tonowari kissed your wrists as a way of saying sorry. Jake looked back. "Don't spoil him Wari, she still needs to be punished.", Jake spoke out. Ronal's whimpers and moans on his cock make him go even deeper inside her mouth.

You snuck your way in between Jake and Ronal's legs to get a taste. "Ronal are you serious getting wet from sucking my husband's cock?", you asked as your tongue went even deeper inside of her. Jake looks at the women who bickering under him while looking at Tonowari with curiosity in his eyes.

Jake grabbed you by your hair. Ronal whined on Jake's cock wondering where the pleasureful sensation from her clit disappeared to. Jake ripped out her blindfold, only to see Tonowari lining up his huge cock with your soaked pussy. You ached your back giving his access to your cunt. You wiggled your ass for me making Tonowari lick his lips. Tonowari pushed himself inside of you. He grabbed your wiggling tail making you release a loud moan.

Ronal wanted to reach for her pussy but she was till tied up. Jake pulled out of her sloppy mouth. He sat her into his cock. "Moan and I'll stop!", Jake shouted in her face. Ronal bit her lip. Jake sucked on her neck and bit on the purple marks he left behind. Jake was fueled by anger and lust. The sloppy noises from the women's cunts made him go feral. Jake used one hand to push Ronal's hips on his dick and the other to cut down the rope.

She moaned out loudly from the harsh thrusts that slammed down on her womb. Jake slapped her across the cheek causing her to release a whimper. Meanwhile, Tonowari pushed your head down on the ground grabbing your tail for your hips to slam on her huge cock. "Say Jake how would you feel if I impregnated your pretty wife?", Tonowari asked. "Was gonna ask the same question!", Jake responded. Ronal was a whimpering mess which multiple hickeys on her teal skin.

Her fingernails sank into Jake's skin. She was coming. You watched as squirted all over your husband's cock while looking at you in the eyes. Jake came inside of her and pulled out. He walked over to you. His tip was on your lips asking for access to enter your pretty mouth. You licked him off clean. Tonowari was in full rage mode inside your pussy and without warning, he came inside of you. You smiled seductively and reached for Jake's balls and sucked them. Jake came on your face.

You crawled towards your exhausting best friend. You opened your legs and french kissed her clit before falling in beside her breasts. Jake and Tonowari smiled at this sight. "Wanna stay here forever Ma Jake.", you mumbled. He rubbed your cheek. "We will be fine, baby. I promise."

[blue-willow-tree]

hm ⸝⸝ what kind of things would you like to know? ⋆

it’s good to know the simply and the fun facts ⟢

i’ll let you know two of each!

one simple : im an ambivert. not so much and extrovert but not that much of an introvert either. i can be a bit adventurous but i valuing things that are usual and familiar. perfect for a homebody like myself, when i do feel like going out.

the second simple : im a leftie !! ik its a bit silly to be so exited to tell people this but i take pride in it haha. in my entire family on both sides, im the only one! i hardly run into lefties, didnt think we’d still be such a rarity but its fun when coming across others.

one fun : hm… as a switch, i tend to lean more towards receiving but only because it’s so much fun to be in control despite not being on top. it’s cute watching them beg for to and always so rewarding in the end.

the second fun : despite the first fun fact im otherwise actually pretty vanilla haha! a little teasing here or there but overall i get so shy and leave it at that. so for the most part im pretty submissive but ive had my fair share in small dominant moments. my dom side is intimidating but very enticing. ive mentioned im adventurous, there are things i find very enthralling that tempt me, but its the matter of executing it properly that shy me away from it. above all pleasure and comfortability is my top priority at all times.

— what about you, darling? two simple and two fun facts! ᡣ𐭩

⧽ 🍸

Each of your facts brought a smile to my face! You're a leftie? Haha I always love meeting lefties!! It's such a rarity, I can only name a handful of lefties that I know. When it comes to taking control whilst still being the one recieving, I absolutely understand the thrill of that! It's definitely something I enjoy as well, it's too much fun x There's nothing wrong with being moreso vanilla, sweet love, I think as long as you're 100% comfortable then that's perfect! That absolutely is the main priority, and I'm glad that you see so as well <33

Hmm, me too? This is fun x

One simple: I'm a huge introvert. My extrovert friends always treat me like their adopted baby haha x I love love love just staying in my room away from people. However, I do have intense social anxiety, so that's one of the main reasons as to why I tend to shy away from people <3 Once I'm close with the people around me, that's when I yap haha and when I am forced out to a club I put on a pokerface of confidence.

Second simple: I love becoming hyperfixated on something. Ancient Egypt, Marvel, fun facts, Daenerys Targaryen, Wanda Maximoff and certain real-life people are just a few of my past hyperfixations. I'm still fixated on Marvel and Wanda Maximoff, however.

One fun: My favourite way to kiss somebody is by grabbing the collar of their shirt and pulling them into me. I stop them when they're only a cm away from my lips, and their gasp from so suddenly being pulled in always puts a smile on my face. And then, they always kiss me first.

Second fun: I absolutely love the idea of "mates". I've read so many wlw books about it. The idea that when you come across that certain someone, you know they're in the room. When you make eye contact, everything just clicks into place. You're hungry for them, you're immediately in love with them, you're their protector, you're each other's everything. I just adore that so so so much and I wish that's how things truly were. How a part of your soul lives within somebody else, and you're only whole once you meet them. Ugh, it's so beautiful to me.

I hope these were interesting enough haha x

[ryuichirou]

Replies

A couple of replies about the Vil drawing from yesterday + a long-ass reply with me musing about tops and bottoms in my yuri drawings 🤔

Anonymous asked:

Sorry Vil please forgive me but I'm in love with the Savanaclaw background students

Aww, Anon, aim higher..! Although after Vil trains them to be good boys, they might behave better. Unless that defeats the entire purpose for you, of course. 👀

Anonymous asked:

Vil and the beastmen was a Canon event, sou I wouldn't be shocked if they actually were carrying him around like that

Honestly if I wasn’t in love with Vil’s groovy for this event, I would’ve been sad that we didn’t get these boys carrying Vil around like that as a card illustration lol It feels right!

ghostvoid18 asked:

how do you perceive/like men topping men vs women topping women in your ships? i’m curious bc in your bl art the tops don’t go down on the bottoms but in the gl art (on the 🔑 account) they do 👀

This is such a good question, and I wish I had a definitive answer for you… With ladies it’s a bit more complicated than with boys for us; I’ll share my thoughts. 🤔 I hope it makes at least some sense.

I guess our main thing is that we want the bottom of the ship to get stimulated and dominated, and with m/m ships it also ties very deeply with penetration in our minds; this is why it’s so straightforward and uhh uncompromising. Technically, a top could still suck a bottom off, there is absolutely nothing that indicates that this could never be the case in general, but to us personally this is already a shift in their dynamic that we don’t really like most of the times. So if a top!boy goes down on a bottom!boy, even if he does give some stimulation to his penis, he’s mostly going to focus on his butt lol this is why we have a bunch of ass-eaters among those pervs.

I guess it really is all about penetration for the guys: bottom!boy’s peen doesn’t get much stimulation in general in our stuff, unless it’s something kinky (like stepping on it, slapping it, stimulating the urethra, maybe just bullying in general, etc).

With girls, however, I don’t focus on penetration nearly as much, in fact, I only recently started to draw girlies fingering each other lol There are a lot of sketches like this that I draw now, but this still isn’t a necessary part of w/w smut for us. I mentioned at some point that I don’t really like strap-ons and stuff, and this is still kind of true. Fem!Azul’s tentacles are a whole different topic though ehehehe-

So if you eliminate all nuance and boil it down to its most basic form, my main goal is to bully the bottom girl until she cums make the bottom!girl cum, and any means to achieve that are great lol So in my head, when I think about someone eating someone else out, I mainly picture a bottom!girl getting embarrassed, stimulated and honestly dominated.

Does that mean that a top!girl can’t force a bottom!girl to lick her down there, or that a bottom!girl can’t be a bit bossy and demand getting pleasured? Not really, because there is always nuance, so it could be different and I would look at it on a case by case basis. I feel like with yuri there is more nuance and fluidity in general, which sounds unfair, but it’s simply because the interactions and stimulations that are available for them are different, and have different implications too. Once again: despite the fact that I don’t think that penetration is necessary and don’t really like it in yuri smut, half of my recent yuri sketches have some forms of penetration in it lol 

You know what, I think the easiest way to describe it would be to say that we just prefer bottom!girls to receive the pleasure and be “the center” of what is going on.

The top!girl has all of her fun while playing with her and enjoying her reactions, so the idea of a top!girl pleasuring her lover with her tongue and maybe even penetrating her with it comes naturally to my mind – it feels like an act of domination somehow.

And bottom!boys just need to get fucked out of their minds lol

Once again, those are just my thoughts, and those thoughts are related only to the stuff that I draw and we discuss.

TL;DR: Bottom!girl both receives pleasure and gets dominated (even if she has some control like Malleus or Vil), and when it comes to which exact sexual practices they use, there is a lot of nuance. We prefer for the top!girl to eat the bottom!girl’s pussy though. Hope that explains it.

Thank you for your question!

Anonymous asked:

I was really hoping for more of the twisted wonderland women... Hope to see them soon!

Be patient, Anon, please don’t rush things :) It’s going to happen. I appreciate the enthusiasm and I enjoy it when people show it and I know they only mean well (obviously), but if starts feeling pushy, it would end in the opposite result for us. We have a queue of sketches/artworks to post, so we get there when we get there.

[dreamyautumns]

Hi hello hi hi im starved of Azul g/t content,,,so how about a tiny yuu accidentally being shrunk so they go to Azul for help?? I don't have too many ideas, so I don't mind whatever you do lol

I GOT YOU ANON🫡

Also I apologize for how late this is! I’ve been a bit busy as of late😓

Requested by Anon! I’ll be writing about Giant!Azul and Tiny!Reader so here I go!

Octavinelle was quite dark at this hour. The Monstro Lounge was closed, the students were asleep, and the water behind the glass walls splashed gently. You poked your head out from behind a large potted plant and quietly made your way to the VIP office.

Great… good going, Grim. I’m shrunken down to 2 inches, and the only help I can get is from Azul right now!

You sneak over to Azul’s office and look up at the gigantic door. You then see the little crack beneath it and try to squeeze your way through.

Once you pop out on the other side, you look up at the towering furniture before you. Everything was huge; you were like a little insect compared to the rest of the office.

Your train of thought is interrupted when something catches your attention. The tapping of someone’s foot against the ground makes you jump a bit each time their foot hits it. You turn towards the desk near the back and see a very large figure sitting at it.

“Today’s sales were adequate… couldn’t hurt to make a bit more, though…”

Azul, you thought to yourself. He was the only one you could turn to for a fast and easy solution. Shady as his deals were, it was better than being trapped on the floor with all the dust bunnies.

You approach the desk and look up. Azul towers over you like… well, a giant. What other way was there to describe it? You gently tap his shoe to get his attention.

“Azul!!”

Azul freezes, then looks down. His eyes suddenly widen upon seeing your minuscule figure. You bashfully wave up at him.

“Y/N… is that you…?” Azul asks, bewildered. You nod your head.

“I-it is! Sorry if it’s… so awkward.”

Azul pulls out the desk and bends down, extending a gloved hand towards you. He gently pinches you around the waist and lifts you up. You cling to his index finger, fearful that he will drop you. He takes note of this and smirks slightly.

“My, you seem to have gotten yourself into quite the predicament. Might I inquire what happened?”

You shrug awkwardly. “It’s… a long story.”

~

After filling him in, Azul nods thoughtfully and sets you down. He then taps his fingers against the table, each tap sending a little jolt through you.

“You wish for me to help you… perhaps we can make a deal then.”

Here it comes; the deal. You gulped nervously and looked up.

“I’ll make you big again for a very small price to pay. I simply would like to ask-“

“No. Spying,” you clarified. Azul glares at you, and you instantly silence yourself.

“As I was saying before I was so RUDELY interrupted,” he clarifies, “I wished to ask if it was possible for you to spend some time with me soon.”

“Like a date?” you questioned rather bluntly. Azul turns away.

“No! Not a date! You… are very intriguing to me. So I wish to get to know you more. I think it would be fun to spend some time together.”

Spend time with him? Was that it? That was rather easy.

“You SURE there’s nothing else to it?” you ask.

“No… spend time with me tomorrow, and you’ll stay normal sized for good. Deal?”

You look down at the golden contract atop the table. “…deal.”

Azul extends his pinkie, and you shake it gently. You then dip your finger in ink and sign the scroll. The merman takes it in his hand and smiles. “Pleasure doing business with you, Y/N! Though I must say, you’re rather cute all the way down there.”

Azul rubs your head with his finger. You look up at him expectantly.

“When will I return to normal?”

“Tomorrow morning. I promise.”

[candyriku]

I unfortunately find myself unable to work on my current Soriku fic today due to my mental state, but I was able to make a bit of a teaser for the next big Soriku fanfiction that will be coming sometime after JTSYS is finished.

You can read it under the cut, but TW for blood, death, and uh, general misery. This has been cathartic for me to write but the whole idea of this fic is that things are impossibly doomed, so be warned - this is not the happy fun zone.

Blood. There was so much blood.

He had smelled it before even seeing it, the metallic scent thick in his nose before he had even rounded the corner. He had tried to convince himself that it was his own bleeding wound that he smelled, or maybe the blood of something else, someone else, but in his heart, he knew the truth. He picked up his pace, sprinting at top speed now, his sneakers splashing through shallow puddles on the wet pavement. 

When his eyes finally came to rest on the crumpled form at the end of the alley, the breath was knocked out of his chest as though someone had taken a baseball bat to his sternum. He knew, of course he knew, but he had hoped-

No. It didn’t matter what he hoped for. Hopes and wishes weren’t for people that walked his path. He had been denied the right to hope for anything ages ago. When he had signed that contract, signed away his soul, he forfeited all the cushy pleasures of a normal life. He had given up his chance of knowing peace.

But it had been worth it. If it was for Sora, anything was worth it.

Standing over Sora’s blood-soaked body, Riku tried to remind himself of that truth, the one thing that he had tethered his heart to all this time. It was worth it. Even if the chance of Sora making it out alive were next to none, there was still a chance. He could still fight.

One of these loops, Riku would get it right. He would figure out how to keep Sora safe, how to protect him from this accursed dimension where everything was designed to end his life. They would break out and live a normal life together, just the way they had always planned. 

There was a happy future waiting somewhere for the two of them. There had to be. Riku had gambled everything on it.

He crouched down, his shaking fingers gently brushing Sora’s tear-stained cheek. He could hardly stand to look at his face, but the sight of his broken, bleeding body was no better. The wounds were precise and lethal, and Riku was far too late.

No matter how many dozens of times he had watched Sora die, it never got easier. It never stopped feeling like his chest was a black hole caving in on itself, his heart squeezed until it was nothing more than dust. 

He couldn’t look. He couldn't look away.

Riku kneeled and placed both of Sora’s hands over his heart. He was about to speak and begin the incantation that would throw them both back to the starting point again, but Sora suddenly stirred, weakly reaching one hand up towards Riku’s face.

“Riku…” his voice was barely more than a whisper. 

“I’m here,” Riku said, the words catching in his throat. “Don’t speak. You can rest now. It’s okay.”

He hated to say it. He wanted to plead with Sora, wanted to beg him to stay. But if Riku had learned anything throughout the loops, it was that nothing came of begging. There was no one to answer his prayers; benevolent forces did not dwell here. At best, all it would accomplish would be making Sora sad in his final moments. At worst, future loops would be impacted by Riku’s words to Sora, twisting the knife further. He had seen it enough to know what to avoid now.

“I don’t want…” There was a weighted pause. “...Don’t want to leave you.” The pool of blood continued to grow. Riku knew - though he wished that he didn’t - that Sora wouldn’t be able to maintain consciousness for much longer at this rate. He could hardly believe Sora was awake even now. 

“We’ll meet again.” he assured Sora softly, trying to keep his voice steady. “Don’t worry. It'll be okay.” 

“You…” This pause was longer, much longer, and Riku was all but sure that Sora would not speak again. Finally, with a wet cough, Sora continued. “You promise?”

“I promise.” Riku lied. He leaned forward and kissed Sora’s forehead, his lips lingering there for several long moments as he took steadying breaths. 

“Mm… ‘kay.” Sora managed. “Love you… so much.” 

“I love you too.” Riku said, clenching his teeth so hard his jaw popped. He wanted to scream. After taking a moment to compose himself, he sat up and offered his best imitation of a smile to Sora. Better for him to see that than to see how broken Riku really was. 

The all-too-familiar faraway look settled on Sora’s face as the last of his breath left his body. Riku collapsed over him, the tears finally coming, the weight hitting him all at once with the force of a tidal wave. Even knowing that he would see Sora alive and well again in mere moments did nothing to comfort him. 

It didn't matter how many times Riku had seen it. It never got any easier to watch Sora die.

[matthew-gray-gubler-lover]

Confessions.

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Warning contains major spoilers for the movie 68 Kill.

it's Been a week since you got Chip his new job as the handyman at the hotel that you work at. And you and Chip have been loving every second of it. You love being able to have sex with him anytime you possibly can.

You've been making more trips to the supply closet than you ever thought possible, looking for excuses when there was somebody around. But really, all you wanted to do was just be together.

Chip felt the same way about you. Being able to have a job and get paid to have sex with you anytime he wanted was like a dream come true.

The two of you are now moaning in that very same closet is chip is buried deep inside of you once more. You are never going to have enough of this man, and he's very thankful for that because truly, he doesn't think he'll ever have enough of you either. 

It was a Saturday afternoon when there was a checkout, an early checkout. And you had an idea. An incredibly sexy idea. Since the room was already paid for and wasn't supposed to be vacant yet, you found Chip and asked him if he would like to have sex with you in this room. Up until now, neither one of you really wanted to engage in sexual activity inside a hotel room. But that's only because Chip always wanted to make sure that it was special for you, wanted to make sure that you could be as loud as possible. And always wanted you to be comfortable to be yourself.

"Hey, Chippy." Called him sweetly as you walked over to him. "Someone checked out early. There's now a vacant room. You want to go have a little fun in it?" You asked him with a wink. 

He picked you up faster than you thought was humanly possible. You wrapped your legs around his waist and began to giggle. 

"Where's the room?" He asked as he panted. 

"Room 106" you told him before he kissed you again. He walked down the hall as quickly as he could before opening the door, racing you over to the bed after kicking the door shut behind him and sweetly lowering you to the bed.

"I need to be inside of you now" he told you before he began to take your pants off. This man truly could not get enough of you. I mean, he had just been inside of you no less than 30 minutes ago, but you couldn't feel any different about him if you tried. You wanted him back inside of you, and if possible. The two of you would never be separated.

Quickly your black pants and pink top went flying across the hotel room. Right before he took off his own blue jeans and black T-shirt. There you were, lying in front of him, wearing only your black bra and panties. Which quickly joined the pile of clothes over on the floor. Chip was hard and ready for you. He slid into you with the greatest of ease, causing a moan to come from both of you.

"Oh God, Chip you always feel so amazing. Wish that I never had to be separated from you". You moan as you held him firmly by the back of his neck as he kissed your neck. Thrusting in and out at a perfect speed, making you feel such intense pleasure.

"i wish...i wish the same" he told you with a moan.

The two of you orgasmed together.

After picking up your clothes and putting them back on chips as well. The two of you went back to work as if nothing ever happened. Of course, the two of you knew exactly what had happened in that hotel room, but. No one else needed to.

Later that night, Chip was curious as to what exactly you wanted to know about him a few nights ago. He didn't want to pry into your business Absolutely not. But he didn't mind being an open book with you. Even though he had killed. Several people by this point. He knew that you would not judge that. 

At least he was hoping that you wouldn't judge it. After another round of sex in your shared home now. He held you tightly in bed as his mind begin to wander, wondering, should he Be completely honest with you. Would you love him? Would you not love him? After all, he did kill people and stole $68,000. But it really wasn't his fault. It was Liza. Liza was behind the whole thing. And his grip on your now limp body tired from the many rounds of passionate sex you had today.

In that moment, he decided. He was going to be completely honest with you.

"y/n" he called Quietly.

"hmm?" you answered.

" A few nights ago you asked me. About my life and you know. What things I've done is this something that I do a lot with women and I wanted to be honest with you. This isn't something that I've really done with a lot of women. I've had a few girlfriends in my life, but when I love someone, I love them. And I have to say, honestly, I've never loved any woman as much as I love you. When I'm with you, I feel whole. I feel complete. I feel like I can be me. So with that being said, I would like to be completely honest with you, with anything that you want to know about me. In fact, there's something that I want. No, there's something that I need to tell you because you deserve to know. I don't think that I'm the man that you think I am. I've done some things in my life that I'm not proud of, but it wasn't my fault. It was because of a woman that I was involved with, but that doesn't really. Make any difference? It's not a good excuse. I could have told her no."

as chip Continued talking. He could feel your body starting to tension in his arms. It broke his heart, feeling the tension coming from you. But I only want to be completely honest with you because I love you, he continued, hoping, tears now forming in his eyes. Hoping so much that you will still continue to love him, but fully prepared to pick up his clothes, put them back on and. Walk away from you forever, if that's what he needed to do.

"Do you want me to be completely honest with you? And if you do, I swear I will be completely honest with you and tell you everything. And if you want me to leave, I will. But if you don't want to know, I understand and I won't tell you anything. After hearing all of this, if you want me to leave right now, I will."

"no i don't want you to Leave. I want to know about you. I'm sure that there's nothing that you could do that would ever possibly make me not love you. You are the sweetest man that I've ever met in my life, Chip Taylor. But I only want you to share with me if you're comfortable."

"OK. A few months ago. I was involved with a woman named Liza. We had a hard time paying the rent so she would have sex with our landlord so that he would reduce the payment a little bit. And the last time she was with him, she saw that he had money in his safe that he left open" 

"$68,000 to be exact. And she came up with the plan to steal it from him. She told me that no one would get hurt. She swore to me no one would get hurt, but she ended up killing two people. We ended up kidnapping the third person that was in the house and. She ended up being murdered in a hotel after..... After I...... After I had sex with her"

" she was one of the five women that I've ever had sex with in my life. But it was never like it is with you. With you. It's magical. It feels so passionate. It feels full of love. Liza she always liked hurting me during sex And I didn't really like that. But she felt good. So I continued to do it with her"

" Violet. It was different. She was kind to me, but not as kind as you. Am I.. Am I rambling? I'm sorry. I need to. I need to get to the point. I ended up being kidnapped by some people and I ended up having to kill them in order to get away. It was them or me. please understand I.. I'm not really a killer. I'm not a bad guy. I just didn't want to die, especially not like that"

" They beat me up so badly. The blood that was on my clothes. When we met, that was because I got beaten up by them. I didn't have a choice. I didn't want to kill them, but I had to. I also took the $68,000 and kept it for myself, since all of this happened because of that".

He could see your eyes getting wider as his story progressed. It was as if he could actually feel his heart shattering inside of his chest. He knew he was losing you. He knew that he would never feel your body again, never be able to hold you in his arms, never kiss your lips. Never tell you again how much he loves you, Begin loosening his grip around your body and started to lift himself off the bed. 

After he was out of the bed, you saw his naked body walking over to the pile of clothes. You wrapped the top sheet around your body as you removed yourself from the bed following him. You don't know why you bothered to wrap the sheet around yourself. It's not like he hasn't seen you naked 100 Times Now. You walked behind him and grabbed his arm lightly.

" Where are you going?" You asked him softly.

" I'm leaving. Isn't that what you want me to do? I mean, I I'm sure you don't wanna murder in your bed. You don't wanna murder or in your home you don't wanna Murderer. in your life."

" You're right, Chip. I don't want a murderer in my life. I want you in my life. I'm so sorry for everything that happened to you. I don't know who this Liza is or where she is now. But I'm glad that I'm your girlfriend now and not her. She didn't deserve you. How could anybody hurt you like that? Involve you in something so horrible?"

" Because I thought she loved me." Chip answered, tears now streaming down his face.

You took your thumbs and wiped away the tears before kissing his lips.

" Come on, let's go back to bed." You told him as you took his hand and started walking him back to the bed.

" You really want to be back in bed with me?" He asked you sniffling.

" Of course I do. I want you for the rest of my life."

"really?"

""Yes, Chip, really. Where is Liza now, if you don't mind me asking" You asked him as you began cuddling yourself back to him.

"She's um She's dead. I. I killed her, but I didn't have a choice. It was her. Me. I I really didn't wanna die. I'm so sorry" he told you as he began pulling himself out of bed again.

" She's dead? Well, I'm glad about that. She didn't deserve to live as she was going to hurt you like that."

" Are you sure you want me to stay?"

" Yes, I do. I trust you with my whole life. I want to spend my whole life with you"

"thank you, i love you so much and i want to spend my life with you" he told you before kissing you.

"Chip do you think that you have it in you to? Make Love to me one more time. If you don't want to, I understand it is rather late, we could just go to sleep if you want. But I just really want you to know how much I love you and how much I want to stay with you. I just want to feel you inside of me again."

Chip couldn't deny you that. And he was so happy that you still wanted him, even knowing everything that he had done, that you were on his side, you were still his. 

That you still wanted to share your life, your home, your body with him. He began kissing you with such passion. Before pushing inside of you and slowly moving. Interlacing your fingers together and kissing you with such sweetness. 

You knew that you did the right thing by picking Chip Taylor. That he was indeed, truly the man that you believed he was. Sweet, kind, loving, caring. Everything that you could ever possibly want in a man. It was like a 68,000 LB weight had been lifted off of Chip shoulders. He could now be completely honest with you.

Moans filled the room as he moved slowly within you. The kisses, the sweet words he was whispering in your ear. " I love you. You're so beautiful. Thank you for picking me."

After the two of you were done. We laid together in your shared bed, falling asleep in each other's arms, so happy to be together.

[wispstalk]

q (unapologetically fishing for excerpts) and n. and some tea for you ☕️

Q: Do you have any discarded scenes/storylines/projects?

There's not much in my Skyrim compost file yet since I haven't gotten far enough to start axeing stuff, but here's a sheo/abi:

“They’re not…” Abi rearranges the contents of her bowl with the tip of her knife. “They can reason. Better than I can, at times. They’re not like animals, and even if they were, I take no pleasure in killing animals. I hunt because I want to live. We all eat death. That is something I understand. This, I don’t.” Sheogorath strokes his beard. “So you’d feel better about it if you ate them.” She doesn’t deign to answer until she has speared each chunk of meat, taken it delicately in her teeth, ground it down to nothing. She mops her bowl with a bannock and licks her fingers clean. “I do not," says Abi, "like this line of questioning." “Ha! You’ve thought about it, haven’t you? Big, crusty dragon steaks…”

I'm quick to cut Abi/Sheo stuff because he needs to take a bit of a backseat sometimes, but I like writing them having asinine conversations

I don't have much in my discard pile right now! But I almost forgot about one fic from the perspective of Dawnfang/Duskfang and found it while digging for this question... I think that one's salvageable though, if make some effort to level up my writing chops. Never written from the perspective of an object before, but I wanted to say so much more about that sword than I did in TNOF

N: Is there a fic you wish someone else would write (or finish) for you?

I really want someone to run with the Martin Septim Lives and Sucks At Being Emperor thing I've posted about. I wanted to write Martin and his retinue visiting each province, by ship mostly with some overland travel, because it sounded fun. But complicated! More research than I was equipped to do. I think that's why I just started working backward to writing the actual game events.

[whipplewhippler]

more headcanons..

someone on ao3 requested I write headcanons about how the hoenn/unova teams would react to Snivy and Sceptile being together.. so I wrote some..

uh, quick disclaimer, palpitoad and boldore were kind of hard to write for without getting tooo headcanon-y cause neither of them really get a chance to display their personalities.. subsequently, there was only so much I could put down.. and it’s a shame, really, cause in both their debut episodes in best wishes they did have some personality and then we didn’t really see a lot of them after that. (did u guys know palpitoad has only appeared in 15 episodes out of the entire anime???)

Pikachu wishes he was at the lab with his friends a little more frequently so he’d be less out of the loop— but admittedly, while he traveled alongside Snivy, he couldn’t help but notice how similar she was to his old pal Sceptile. Inwardly he’d hoped that they’d at least get to know each other while he and Ash traveled in Kalos— he suspected they’d really get along!— and when he returned, he was ecstatic to find that they had fallen in love. 

Pikachu also gives Sceptile a bit of romance advice from time to time on his returns from his travels with Ash, given that he’s had his own set of experiences with the ladies.

But Pikachu’s not the only one giving Sceptile advice…

Aside from Pikachu, Swellow’s known Sceptile the longest— so he’s among the first to congratulate him on finding himself a partner. He had always had his suspicions about Sceptile and Snivy, but he never really bothered to approach Sceptile about it because he figured romance was… a touchy subject, for the grass type. 

Regardless, Swellow’s really proud of Sceptile, for sure— and he’s also Sceptile’s go-to for romantic advice, as well. 

Swellow’s sudden affinity for romance has got absolutely nothing to do with his connection to Staraptor and Unfezant, by the way. Nothing at all!

Torkoal is just so moved by Sceptile’s tumultuous romantic journey that when he’s first made aware of the news that Sceptile’s found a partner who makes him happy, he can’t do much more than cry, he’s so pleased.

Every time Torkoal happens to see Snivy and Sceptile doing something together, he gets all sentimental and teary-eyed, and although it’s unintentional, it embarrasses poor Sceptile to no end when Torkoal stops them to reminisce about when Sceptile was just a Treecko… 

Corphish is actually a little envious of Sceptile for getting a girlfriend before him— okay, a lot envious. But, somehow, Sceptile’s actually served to inspire Corphish to better himself so that maybe he’ll have a shot with the ladies, too. Nonetheless, he’s supportive and does enjoy making jokes about the pair at Sceptile’s expense.

Glalie is a lot like Corphish in this regard— both of them take great pleasure in embarrassing Sceptile in front of Snivy. Sceptile is not a fan. Glalie and Corphish together are a bit like the nosy (but well-meaning.. ish) in-laws.

Krookodile and Snivy aren’t exactly friends (not that they don’t like each other, they just don’t speak too often) but they do possess a mutual respect for one another. Krookodile also has a lot of respect for Sceptile, recognizing his strength. Sceptile and Snivy, paired together? Well, that makes plenty of sense to him. Every so often he’ll stop to ask Snivy about him. 

Donphan’s not entirely certain what Sceptile and Snivy being together really means, but they’re super happy for Sceptile nonetheless. 

Scraggy, like Donphan, doesn’t really have a good grasp on what it means to be in a romantic relationship, but, for the most part, he’s just happy Snivy’s happy. She’s a little more fun to be around now that she’s got Sceptile, so he’s A-OK in Scraggy’s book since he makes her so happy.

Oshawott, like Corphish, is a little envious that Snivy’s in a relationship.. but he likes to take advantage of that fact more than anything else. Snivy being occupied with Sceptile means one less Pokémon preventing him from making mischief. He also enjoys telling Sceptile little stories about Snivy with the intention of embarrassing her— but Sceptile just thinks the anecdotes are cute. If Sceptile wasn’t so fond of hearing the tales, though, Snivy would be quick to send Oshawott into orbit with a Leaf Storm. 

Pignite’s aware Sceptile makes Snivy happy. He’s pleased she’s found someone, but every so often he and Sceptile’ll butt heads. He can’t help but be just a little bit wary of him. Pignite’s a little unnerved by this new, slightly-cheerier Snivy, so he’s naturally a little curious about Sceptile. What is it about him that makes Snivy swoon so much? Sceptile and Pignite aren’t enemies, per se.. but they’re not really friends, either. They’ll coexist when Snivy’s nearby, but they tend to avoid each other when she’s not. He’s not ready to admit it to himself, but.. Pignite doesn’t trust Sceptile. Not with his best friend’s heart.

Unfezant’s proud of Snivy for “wrangling herself a man”, considering she’s got two boy-toys of her own (looking at you, Staraptor and Swellow). She and Snivy’ll sometimes get together and have “girl talks” about their partners— though really they’re more boasting sessions than anything else. 

Leavanny’s a big fan of the new development! He makes lots of matching outfits for the couple and enjoys indulging in gossip surrounding the pair. 

Charizard, much like Krookodile, holds a lot of respect for both Pokémon. Sceptile and Snivy getting together wasn’t all that surprising to him— but he does like to make a show of patting Sceptile on the back and going “Well if it ain’t the lab’s resident stud!”

Boldore doesn’t really get it, but Sceptile seems cool enough. 

Palpitoad’s mostly just interested in battling Sceptile more than anything else. But he thinks Sceptile’s pretty cool.