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taurasiluvr · 1 year ago

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SIZE KINKS WITH MY FAVORITES !

including . . . paige bueckers, diana taurasi, emily engstler & caitlin clark

how you can help palestine

⠀ ── ⠀warnings ;; nsfw under the cut, mdni. lesbian... sex, a lot of it lmao. fingering, praise, size kinks.

⠀ ── ⠀rylin's notes ;; requests are open for those who want to send them in :p also just wanted to add i tried making this as inclusive as possible, if you are plus-sized, let me know if this was good !! its never my intention to make anyone feel left out, my writing is for EVERYBODY (except men)

PAIGE BUECKERS (slight nsfw)

⠀ ── ⠀paige is taller than most people, standing at around 5"11'. all her previous partners were taller/around her height so once she'd began dating you, everything kind of shifted and she loved it. she likes to tease you about it a lot – and yes, she is the type to purposely put the mugs on the highest shelf so that you call her over – and with some convincing (she loves seeing you struggle on your tippy-toes, trying to reach), she'll come and help you.

however, not only does she love it – it turns her on exponentially. the way she could easily push you around and assert her dominance in small, playful ways became an undeniable part of your relationship. she adored the way you looked up at her with those wide eyes, the mixture of surprise and amusement whenever she effortlessly moved you out of the way or pinned you playfully against a wall.

paige found herself reveling in the power dynamic, her hands lingering on you a little longer, her touches a little more deliberate. the height difference allowed her to envelop you completely, to make you feel secure yet electrified by her presence. she loved how easily she could lift you, how her strength contrasted with your smaller frame, and how it made her feel in control yet deeply connected to you. every time you called for her help, whether it was to reach something or open a stubborn jar, she felt a thrill run through her. it was more than just the physical act; it was the way you relied on her, the way you trusted her to take care of you in those moments. that trust, that dependency, was intoxicating for paige.

she wouldn't call it a kink per say – more like an aspect of your relationship that added an extra layer of excitement and intimacy. she loved the way you looked at her when she teased you, the playful spark in your eyes that matched her own. it was a game you both played, one that kept the flame of your relationship burning bright. and while she wouldn't call it a kink (it for sure is), she couldn't deny how incredibly turned on she was by the way your dynamics played out.

“need some help, shorty?” she called out as she walked into the kitchen, leaning against the doorframe with that familiar, mischievous smirk.

you sighed dramatically, “you know, you could just put things where i can reach them.”

“but where’s the fun in that?” she teased, stepping closer.

she pressed herself against your back, reaching up effortlessly to grab the bowl. you felt her breath on your neck, and a shiver ran through you. she lingered, her body warm and solid against yours, and you could sense her enjoying the moment. her arm brushed against your side as she placed the bowl in your hands, and she didn't pull away immediately. instead, she stayed close, her fingers lightly tracing the line of your shoulder.

“you're too cute when you struggle,” she whispered, her lips brushing against your ear.

you turned around to face her, your heart racing. the playful glint in her eyes had shifted to something deeper, more intense. she looked down at you, her height making you feel both vulnerable and cherished.

“it's not fair,” you said softly, but your voice lacked any real protest.

paige smiled, her hands coming to rest on your hips. she leaned down, her forehead touching yours, and you felt her warmth envelop you.

“that's too bad cus i really enjoy it,” she murmured, her lips dangerously close to yours. you scoffed, shaking your head dramatically as she laughed.

you could feel the heat between you both, a magnetic pull that had your pulse quickening. she loved having this slight edge over you, the way it made you look up to her – both literally and figuratively. unable to resist any longer, she closed the distance, capturing your lips in a kiss that was both tender and fierce. you responded immediately as her arms wrapping around you, lifting you slightly off the ground, making you feel even smaller in her embrace. the kiss deepened, and you melted into her, your fingers tangling in her hair.

when she finally set you down, you were both breathless. paige's eyes were dark with desire, and she pressed her forehead against yours once more.

“you drive me crazy, you know that?” she whispered.

you smiled, your heart swelling with affection. “great. now, can we get back to making dinner? ’m starving.”

she laughed, a rich, joyful sound that made your heart soar. “only if you promise to keep needing my help with the high shelves.”

you nodded, a playful glint in your eye. “m’kay.”

DIANA TAURASI (nsfw)

⠀ ── ⠀she knew what she was getting herself into the moment she began dating you. unlike paige, she would (and has) admitted to having a shameless size kink. diana towers over almost everyone, being 6ft and all – but it really gets her going when it's you.

in bed, she never ever shys away from showing you not only how small you are compared to her – but how strong she is. diana's eyes gleam with anticipation as she playfully pins you down, her muscular frame effortlessly holding you in place. the contrast between her towering height and your smaller stature ignites a primal excitement in her. she loves the way you fit perfectly against her, the way she can envelop you with her body and make you feel both vulnerable and protected at the same time. diana takes immense pleasure in using her height and strength to her advantage, positioning you just where she wants you, lifting you effortlessly, and holding you in place with ease.

she's fiercely confident, and it shows in every movement. diana knows exactly how to play with the power dynamic, teasing you with her dominance while also ensuring you feel cherished. her touch is commanding, yet tender, and she enjoys exploring the boundaries of her strength and your responsiveness.

when she's not pinning you down, she enjoys playfully lifting you, carrying you around, or simply holding you close to her, making you feel small and cherished. diana's size and strength are constant reminders of her presence, and she loves the way you respond to her, the way you melt under her touch, the way your breath catches when she effortlessly moves you. and again, it turns her on in a way she can't even begin to explain.

diana's enjoyment of her size kink isn’t just physical; it's also deeply psychological. she loves the way you look at her with a mix of awe and desire, the way your body reacts to her dominance, the way you crave the unique dynamic you share. it's an intoxicating power play that she never tires of, of strength and submission that fuels her passion.

diana's eyes gleam with anticipation as she pins you down, her muscular frame effortlessly holding you in place. the contrast between her towering height and your smaller stature ignites a primal excitement in her.

“look at you,” she murmurs, her voice dripping with satisfaction. “so tiny beneath me.”

diana revels in this dynamic, the way you squirm under her dominance; it's a game she loves to play, and you're a willing participant.

she lifts you with ease, her hands gripping your waist as if you weigh nothing. you feel the heat of her breath against your skin as she whispers, “could hold you like this forever, princess.”

there's a possessive hunger in her eyes, a deep-seated desire to remind you of your place in her world. she seats you down on her lap as she spreads your legs, you could feel her breath fanning on your neck. she rubs your clothed pussy, earning a moan from your lips. her lips quirked up into an excited smirk as she watches your reaction.

“you like that, don’t you?” she teases, her voice low and husky. her fingers continue their relentless teasing, applying just the right amount of pressure to drive you wild. the friction, even through your clothes, sends waves of pleasure coursing through your body.

“such a good little thing for me,” she praises, her tone both affectionate and commanding. her free hand moves to your hip, holding you in place with a firm yet gentle grip. the intensity of her gaze never wavers, her eyes drinking in every expression that crosses your face.

she leans in closer, her lips brushing against your ear. “love how responsive you are,” she whispers, her breath hot against your skin. “every little sound you make, every shiver... it drives me crazy, baby.”

diana's hands grow bolder, one slipping under your shirt to caress your bare skin, the other continuing its tormenting touch. she revels in the way your body reacts to her, the way you arch into her touch, the soft gasps and moans that escape your lips.

“mine,” she murmurs possessively, her voice a mix of desire and adoration. “all mine.”

with each passing moment, the intensity between you builds, a potent mix of lust and intimacy that leaves you breathless. diana's dominance is unwavering, yet there's a tenderness in her touch that speaks volumes about her feelings for you.

her lips find yours in a searing kiss, full of passion and possessiveness. her hand moves faster, the pressure increasing, pushing you closer and closer to the edge. “wanna hear you, princess.” she demands softly, her voice a tantalizing whisper against your lips.

EMILY ENGSTLER (nsfw)

⠀ ── ⠀emily liked the fact she was much taller than you, but it wasn't until she finally slept with you when she realized how much it turned her on. in daily life, it was honestly just a plus for her – she loved holding your hips as she led you places, feeling the way you fit perfectly against her side.

she reveled in the little things, like reaching for items on high shelves for you or wrapping her long arm around your shoulders, pulling you close as you walked. it made her feel protective and strong, and she could see the appreciation in your eyes, the way you leaned into her touch. and like paige, she'd never call it a size kink even though... it for sure was.

but it was in the privacy of the bedroom where emily's height advantage truly came into play. the first time she had you beneath her, your smaller frame dwarfed by her own, she felt a surge of excitement that she hadn't anticipated. the sight of you looking up at her, wide-eyed and eager, was intoxicating – it got her wet beyond comprehension.

she loved the way you responded to her, the way you would shiver under her touch, your breath hitching as her hands explored your body. emily found herself becoming bolder, her confidence growing with each gasp and moan she elicited from you the more you guys fucked. she'd pin your wrists above your head, her grip firm but gentle, and savor the sight of you laid out beneath her, completely at her mercy.

emily's dominant side thrived on your willingness, your trust in her. she enjoyed the power play, the way she could effortlessly maneuver you into different positions, the way her strength made you feel both vulnerable and cherished. it was a thrilling dynamic, one that brought you both closer together.

outside the bedroom, her dominance was subtler but no less significant. she'd guide you with a hand on your lower back, steer you through crowds with ease, always keeping you close. the height difference was a constant reminder of the bond you shared, a dynamic that seeped into every aspect of your relationship.

"you're so beautiful," she murmured, her voice low and husky. "love how perfectly you fit with me."

with a fluid motion, emily lifted you effortlessly, placing you on the bed. you gazed up at her, feeling a familiar thrill as she towered over you, her presence both commanding and comforting. she straddled your waist, her long legs framing your body, and leaned down to kiss you, her lips capturing yours in a slow, passionate kiss that left you breathless.

she pulled back slightly, her eyes dark with desire. "you like it when i take control?" she asked, her voice a seductive whisper.

"yes," you breathed, your response immediate and sincere.

a smile curved her red lips as she pinned your wrists above your head, her grip firm but not painful. the weight of her body pressed against yours, a delicious reminder of her strength and dominance. she leaned in, her breath hot against your ear. "good," she whispered. "cus i love it too."

CAITLIN CLARK (nsfw)

⠀ ── ⠀caitlin never missed an opportunity to show you how small you are compared to her. whether it was easily pushing to the side or or lifting you up as if you weighed nothing, she reveled in the stark difference between your statures. it was a reminder of her strength and dominance, and you couldn't help but feel a thrill every time she did it.

caitlin's dominance showed in countless little ways, she loved wrapping an arm around your waist, guiding you through crowds with an ease that made you feel safe and protected. her height allowed her to effortlessly reach things on high shelves for you, a simple act that never failed to bring a smile to her face. she enjoyed playfully teasing you about your size, her comments always laced with affection.

caitlin's physicality was a constant presence, whether she was picking you up for a quick kiss or pulling you into her lap while watching a movie. she thrived on the power dynamic, finding joy in the way you responded to her strength. your smaller frame seemed to increase her confidence, making her feel both powerful and nurturing.

her protective nature extended beyond physical gestures. caitlin was always looking out for you, her sharp eyes and quick reflexes ensuring you were never in harm's way. she took pride in being your rock, someone you could rely on no matter the situation. this sense of security and trust deepened your bond, reinforcing the unique dynamic that defined your relationship.

in more intimate moments, caitlin's dominance took on a deeper, more intense form. she loved exploring the contrast between your bodies, the way her hands could easily envelop yours, her arms strong and reassuring around you. she loved watching your reactions, the way your breath hitched and your body shivered under her touch.

she placed you gently on the bed, her hands lingering on your hips as she leaned down to kiss you. the kiss was soft at first, but it quickly deepened, her lips moving against yours with a hunger that made your heart race.

caitlin pulled back, her eyes dark with desire as she looked down at you. "you're so perfect like this," she murmured, her hands sliding up your sides. "so small and delicate."

you shivered under her touch, the weight of her gaze making you feel both vulnerable and incredibly turned on. caitlin's hands were firm yet gentle as she pinned your wrists above your head, her body pressing against yours. the sensation of her strength holding you in place sent a wave of excitement through you.

"you like it when i take control, sweet girl?" she asked, her voice low and husky.

"yes," you breathed, your voice barely above a whisper.

a satisfied smile spread across caitlin's face as she leaned down to kiss your neck, her lips leaving a trail of faint hickies in their wake. her hands roamed your body, exploring every curve and contour with a possessive hunger. she loved the way you responded to her touch, the way your body arched and trembled beneath her.

"so fucking pretty," she whispered against your skin, her voice full of adoration. "all for me."

her words sent a shiver down your spine, and you couldn't help but moan softly in response. caitlin hands moved to your hips, gripping them firmly as she positioned herself between your legs. her fingers teased your entrance, you were practically dripping and caitlin loved it.

"so wet and i haven't even touched you yet, baby." she mumbled as she looked down at you, her lips quirked into a smirk.

her finger slipped into your sopping cunt as your head fell back in pure ecstasy. she added another finger, then another and you swore you've never felt more full in your life despite it just being her fingers.

"let go for me," she urged, her voice a soothing command. "wanna hear you."

with each thrust, the sensations built within you, your moans growing louder as you neared the edge. caitlin's touch was everywhere, her presence overwhelming and comforting all at once. you clung to her, your body responding to her in a way that was almost instinctual.

when you finally reached your peak, you cried out her name, your body shuddering with release. caitlin held you close, her strong arms wrapping around you as you came down from your high. she kissed your forehead, her lips gentle and tender against your skin.

"my sweet girl," she whispered, her voice filled with genuine affection. "i love you so much."

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sparkles-rule-4eva · 1 month ago

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Thinking about this scene again, because do y'all understand??

This scene is one-of-a-kind.

This scene will never happen again.

And we could never, I mean never, get a scene like this in the games.

Because what do you mean Sonic and Shadow sat quietly together and genuinely talked about their trauma?

There was none of the banter that the game versions typically share. None of the pettiness or trying to outdo one another. None of the preconceived notions of each other's personalities that barred their potential friendship.

This scene, and those that followed, was what made the movie dynamic between these two my favorite, tied only with Sonic Prime.

This scene is quiet, tranquil, surprisingly so; considering only moments before this they were fighting to the death and Sonic nearly beat Shadow to death with his bare hands, and Shadow had wanted him to do it.

This scene is haunted with grief. But it's also brimming with raw, honest emotion. Seeing that kind of mood in a scene with just these two is absolutely amazing.

However talkative our little Sonic Wachowski can be, it was Shadow who broke the silence here. Sonic was understandably shaken by his own behavior, but still. He told Shadow the one simple thing, the reason he hadn't killed him when he easily could've: "There are no winners with revenge." And then he fell silent.

The way they sat silently, each lost in their own memories and grief, either staring at the ground or the stars.

Shadow broke the silence. It had provided the opportunity for open, honest communication. He was already his own mess, having seen what Sonic was going through. He'd initially used it to justify his own behavior, saying that Sonic had no right to fault him for dealing with his pain the way he was, since Sonic was making the same choices. Except in the end, when it really mattered, Sonic did make the right choice. He set the example on accident.

Completely isolated from anything that could possibly interrupt them, in literal space, Shadow finally had the freedom to share his trauma with someone who understood. Someone who'd lost his own loved one, and was in the position of possibly losing another. Shadow didn't ask for answers at first. He simply shared the memory of sitting with Maria under the stars, like they were in the present. He expressed his side in a way that no longer tried to justify it. He just said it as it was.

"I've felt this pain for so long... it's all I know."

Sonic didn't immediately try to correct him. He didn't even say that there was a better way, in that moment. Instead, he empathized with him. He understood. He validated him, without justifying all the violent things Shadow had done.

"When I lost Longclaw, I felt the same way."

And with that, Shadow had it in stone that Sonic had been through the same thing. So he asked a simple, quiet, invisibly desperate question.

"Did your pain eventually go away?"

They still weren't looking at each other. They were sharing some of the deepest, most painful parts of themselves with one another. The words were vulnerable enough, to the point eye contact would've been too much. But the words were the most important part.

Sonic barely hesitated when he replied, "No." He wasn't going to pretend or lie. There was no reason to, no point, and all the walls he'd previously had up were torn down by the day's events. But he did have something to share. It had been likely around 12-13 years since Longclaw died, and even though Sonic had been so young when it happened, he had taken something away from it all. To the present day, he had continued to honor her memory by trying to make her proud in how he lived.

He expressed that in the beginning of the second movie. He timidly asked Tom if she'd be proud early in this same movie. It had never stopped being important to him.

Because he'd loved her. And that was the lesson he shared with Shadow, pulled straight from his own painful experiences. It wasn't even a "live the way she would've wanted" type of encouragement. It was "you loved her and she loved you. So focus on that. Hold onto that memory." He didn't give false reassurances by saying the pain would eventually fade, because he knew firsthand that it wouldn't. He simply gave him a different focus.

And Shadow listened. He took it silently, and just as he was processing the new perspective with a kind of wonder in his eyes, the sun rose.

This kind of honest, deep-seated conversation could've only happened in this universe, simply because Game!Sonic doesn't have a confirmed backstory and isn't really allowed to open up like that. This is where the lack of mandates on the SCU makes for beautiful opportunities like this.

This wasn't an exchange between rivals. This was a heart-to-heart between two young boys with similar trauma. Something that connected them and became the foundation for their friendship.

The idea of rivalry is barely addressed in this movie, and I love it. Whatever banter they share as they fight alongside each other later is all friendly and lighthearted, paired with smiles and excitement.

Shadow confessed that he'd felt like he had no choice in the things he'd done, but he phrased it in a way that made it clear that he knew now he'd been wrong.

Even so, Sonic— in classic fashion— extended an open hand to him and told him the simple, profound truth: "You always have a choice."

Better yet, even though they still had a mess to clean, neither of them would be facing it alone. And with their friendship finally established, they were able to move forward.

Again. This scene was perfect. The honesty, raw emotion, open communication, and shared past between these two, as opposed to their strained dynamic in other universes, will always stand out to me, and among many reasons will always be a reason I love these movies so deeply.

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seduzist · 2 years ago

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illusion of control.

coriolanus snow x fem! reader

cw: sub/dom dynamics, degradation, manipulation (?), toxic relationships, a little bit of dubcon if you squint, size difference (?)

based on this video (p*rn link).

it was an illusion. just a silly little trick that always worked with you.

coryo kissed you gently when you straddled his lap, caressing your back with his big hands, taking away all your nervousness with his touches, feeling your soft smile against his lips and joking to himself about how much of a silly little thing you were.

and then, the show begins, you fits his cock on your entry, slowly taking inch by inch, hugging his neck while doing so.

“you’re doing so good baby, so good.” he whispers, naturally, like praising your performance was the only thing in his mind, but it wasn’t.

when you finally took all of him, you took a deep breath and started to slightly bounce your body on his lap, that was always one of his favorite parts, see you tries so hard something that for him was so easy, he could easily just hold your waist in place and buck his hips up, fuck you as he pleases, put you under his control.

and it lasted less than 3minutes for him to lose all his patience, get tired of his own little game and embraced your thin waist with his arms.

he started to move you like a rag doll, bringing you up and down on his cock, he was stronger than you, enough to just move your whole body like it was nothing.

“s-slow down, coryo!” you exclaimed, overwhelmed by the sensation.

it was like you couldn’t even fully understand what was happening, and coriolanus always find this the most loving thing about you, like he always said that you were just a “dumb little girl” who needed him to do the thinking for you, so you always lets him uses your body, show you off like a trophy, pick your clothes and the way you do your hair, because he knows what’s best for you.

“shh, shut up and take it, my little whore.” even the harshest words sounded gentle to you, his swearing almost felt like a praise.

so you did as you were told, like you always do, like a good girl, taking whatever he tells you to.

#coriolanus snow x you #coryo x reader #coryo snow #coriolanus snow smut #coriolanus snow x reader #coriolanus x reader #the ballad of songbirds and snakes #the hunger games #x female reader #x fem!reader #fem!reader

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meanbossart · 3 months ago

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Ask compilation: Mommy issues, Hair Stew, spicy blood, and some vague art advice from a guy with no formal art education.

Been a minute since I did one of these!

Thank you all for your messages and for your patience, as always I'm incredibly sorry that I can't reply to all of you!

DU drow saved Arabella in act 1 and obviously helped her out in act 2. He's surprisingly soft on (most*) kids and always has been, even as a Bhaalist (though he did consider them all Murders In The Making back then).

Arabella is no different. He thought her efforts to stop the druid's ritual were comically charming and appreciated how much Arabella seemed to successfully look after herself. They got along really well while she was around, though she probably spent more time with the more "approachable" party members at DU drow's own insistence.

And he is just biased towards less domesticated animals! Dogs are fine but DU drow appreciates cat's knack for self-sufficiency more. Also, they are pretty and elegant creatures - both things he enjoys in animals as well as people.

As for favorite cat, Malta. Easily.

First of all, interesting question!

It's a mixture of both. I draw conclusions from stuff I observed (Astarion's ass grabbing and confidence during sex, The Dark Urge's entire characterization, the obvious oral fixated vampire connection, Orin's barefootness) and more minute stuff that's already based of off personal headcanons I have - but of course, its all pretty limited to things I can personally stomach. I'm not necessarily into the same things they are, but I can get them, if that makes sense.

And thank you so much!

How dare you. He's clearly a Foetus man.

I'm really glad you like her!!! I honestly love that scenario even more than I thought I would and have a lot of plans to draw more of it.

And potentially! I honestly hadn't thought about that, but I think female elves do tend to be a little shorter than the males, so she might shrink down to 5'8, 5'9 or something. Kind of a negligible difference because I would still like for her to be a pretty tall woman.

The epilogue party isn't really a "canon" event to his story, since it wasn't out when i finished the game and - and while very satisfying from a gameplay POV, I don't find it narratively interesting.

BUT his epilogue party would look pretty full save for Halsin, Karlach and Lae'zel. We'd have a God Gale, a Selunite-ish Shadowheart and a Blade of Frontiers Wyll - as well as Spawn Astarion, obviously. I Haven't given it much thought, admittedly! And there isn't much reason to do so since A Novel Experience serves as the Actual epilogue to me.

He puts the blame for Yenna's death wholly on Orin. It's one of those things he avoids reflecting on entirely and Yenna's name will probably never leave his mouth again. Considering he allowed her into camp and personally failed to convince Orin to spare her life at the temple, I think it's a guilt too difficult to circumvent, were he to entertain it.

Because he has a father figure already, which left room to fantasize about an idealized maternal one. It's also his bias towards femme people.

Hello!

Unfortunately I can't give you an easy answer for this one. I have drawn a lot and for a long time, and I've always enjoyed dynamic poses and put a whole lot of effort into capturing motion in a way I'm satisfied with - and often I STILL feel as if certain aspects of my art are stiff!

I think working on being a little "looser" with one's art and playing with lineart weight helps tremendously. Understand things like foreground/background division can also help to give your art dimension, and inevitably that movement you are looking for. Unfortunately, I'm self taught and not very educated on the matter myself 😅 I can do it, but explaining or teaching it is something else entirely.

It dips in his stew 😔

The usual pet names! Darling, Lover, Sweetheart, he's been known to let a "baby boy" slip out. DU drow is more known for the literal name-calling.

.... And neither of them is a "daddy" person, for sure.

He has no idea and he thinks that's pretty damn funny. He likes how his dick looks, and he is kind of glad that he gets to enjoy it without having any memory of how it got to be that way - he's definitely assuming Bizarre Sex Accident, though.

He will eat whatever is available without complaint if he has to for survival, but he does enjoy a nicely prepared dish! From rustic home-cooking to the gourmet dining. He's most definitely fond of onions - as well as meat, fat, and heavy seasoning. I don't know what that means for the way his blood tastes, maybe it makes it specially hearty... Which Astarion might like, based on his Spicy Food comment in act 1.

Either way Astarion does not feed on him after the campaign is over, so that's not something they have to worry about!

He's.... Okay with Minsc. He definitely doesn't take him too seriously but they've had fleeting moments of meat-head-like understanding between the two of them, not that DU drow would ever admit to it. He kind of sees him as Jaheira's beefy pet.

He is profoundly suspicious of Boo.

This ask was a little buried in my inbox, so I hope you have been able to secure work since then! Patreon subscription completely aside.

That's a tough question because there is definitely a degree of luck involved. I'd say find your niche - be that a genre, character, or fandom - and then find the niche within that niche you feel comfortable in and where you can meet people of similar interests, and who might be interested in your art. Don't go in making selling pitches, obviously, actually try to make friends and lift each other up.

At that point, if you're both persistent (-in your craft, NOT in chasing after validation!) you will be able to sell a few commissions or get a few bites on patreon or a similar platform! After that, its a matter of letting your work speak for itself.

This is very simplified of course, and a summary of a process that usually takes many many years to develop unless, once again, you get very lucky. But I do think persistence and passion tends to reward folks who stick with it!

I know some artists use advertisement and reel trends on instagram to get more eyes on their work as well, and I've seen a few get a lot of success from it, but unfortunately I don't know anything about that side of things.

#ask compilation #ask #du drow lore

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vinnyvamppp · 3 months ago

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Your fics have my gay ass twirling my metaphorical long hair 🤣 to be desired and bite me back - easily my favorites!

If your requests are open, i really would like to ask for male reader since your okay with that 🙏🏾 Shiesty mark x male sub reader x omnimark with it being smutty and the marks smug and butting heads ☺️

Double Booked

Note: LMFAO, I'm glad I was able to manifest your inner diva, and so on! I always saw them as a friend/sibling comedy duo, BUT I see the vision, let me cook rq.

Warnings: Smut, Spit-Roast Position, Double Penetration, Face-Fucking, Power Dynamic, Explicit Language, Submissive/Bratty Reader Who Flips The Dynamic, Mutual Obsession, Ego Battles, Edging, Overstimulation.

Synopsis: You’re the problem that makes them argue, compete, and wreck you just to prove a point. Used, stuffed, and silenced—until you flip the game on them and make them beg to take turns. Who’s really in control? That’s the fun part.

Shiesty Mark x Omni-Mark x Male!Reader

Word Count: 2,050

It’s not that they get along, not really. They were never meant to coexist in the same space, two divergent directives spun from the same code. One optimized for logic, restraint, calculated control. The other? All instinct, all impulse, teeth bared and tongue always sharp. If Omni is the command line, Shiesty is the glitch in the system that learned how to want.

They disagree constantly. About methods, about meaning, and about you.

That’s the one variable neither can stabilize. You entered the equation soft, snarky, insatiable. Too mouthy for your own good. Too tempting not to take. Somehow, you hit the exact nerve that made them both decide: you’re theirs.

Not shared or split, but rather claimed simultaneously. Every interaction becomes a competition for attention.

And so, you live in the tension. Caught between a god and a demon in the same mirrored face. You’re a toy, test, and a pet they argue over. Shiesty wants to break you down and hear you beg. Omni wants to build you back up and train you to kneel. They take turns ruining you. Competing for your reactions. Measuring their worth in your moans, your obedience, your surrender.

The problem is, you like it. You like the chaos. The control. The quiet jealousy and cruel smirks. You like being fought over, fucked through, and flattened under their ego games. And maybe—just maybe—you know exactly what you’re doing when you sass one in front of the other.

Because if there’s one truth you’ve learned? They don’t need to agree, they just need to have you. Today, you were asking for it and not in the subtle way, in the downright suicidal way.

“I thought Omni was supposed to be the smart one,” you say, breathless but smug, gaze flicking toward Shiesty Mark who’s already leaning against the wall like he knew you’d blow this. “But I guess even he glitches.”

Shiesty chuckles under his breath. It’s more like a snort, dark, amused, and ready to revel in your downfall. “You just signed your own fuckin’ death sentence,” he mutters, low and giddy. “God, I love this part.”

Omni Mark doesn’t yell. Doesn’t curse, doesn’t even raise his voice. He just walks toward you slowly, like he's weighing every step with divine precision. His eyes are unreadable, but the tension behind them is palpable. Your breath hitches.

“I expected more discipline from you,” he says, calm but cutting. “But if this is what you need to understand your place…” He doesn’t finish the sentence… he doesn’t have to.

Next thing you know, his fingers are in your hair—not rough, but commanding and he's pushing you down. No warning, not even the grace of patience. “On your knees,” he says softly.

You obey and fast. Faster than you want to admit to the point it's shameful. And you swear you hear Shiesty laugh again behind you. “Look at him, all obedient now. Got that mouth full and suddenly he knows how to behave.”

Omni unzips with clinical like practice, hand steady at the back of your head. He doesn’t thrust, not yet. Just lets you feel the weight of him resting against your lips.

“You will not speak,” he says. “Unless it’s to apologize.”

You try. You try to say something smart, something biting, but the second your lips part, he pushes in. Your throat contracts around the pressure causing you to choke.

Behind you, you feel movement, clothes shifting, and a belt coming undone. You don’t even have time to look back. “You always this dumb?” Mark murmurs, voice now low by your ear as he crouches behind you. “Or does Omni just make you cockdrunk?”

You moan around his length—reflexive, humiliating, hot as hell—and the sound makes both of them freeze for a second. He grips your hair, guiding you down onto his thick cock, your lips nudging the base of his pelvis. Your lips stretch around him, your tongue flattening as the bulbous head nudges the back of your throat. You gag, eyes watering, but he holds you there, letting you adjust to the girth stretching your mouth. The taste of salt wells in the back of your throat, a faint rumble vibrating in his chest with each inch.

Then Shiesty growls, “Oh fuck, yeah,” and you feel the first thick press of him behind you. He grinds his own cock between your ass cheeks, the blunt tip catching on your rim with every thrust. He's thicker than you remember, the shaft pulsing with need as he teases your hole. The shlick sound of precum echoes in the room, the perfect lubricant to poke and prod as he pleased. The soft thrum of his heartbeat rattled against his chest, muscles tensing as anticipation spiked his pulse. This was his favorite pastime. Then it happens–

They move in sync. Like they’ve done this before. Like you’re just another variable they’re testing, except you know better. There’s tension simmering between them. Omni doesn’t slow his pace as he starts fucking your throat—tight grip on your skull, breath even. It starts shallow. Thrusts that let you feel every ridge and vein of his cock gliding over your tongue. He’s savoring the heat, the give of your muscles as you learn to take it. Shiesty’s hands dig into your hips as he lines up behind you, already leaking, cockhead rubbing between your cheeks with no patience, the hairs of his pubes tickling your ass. He waits until you're flushed and panting before the fat head of his cock pops past your rim. The burn is instant, the stretch almost too much as he drives into you with a guttural groan. “You really think you can talk shit to him and me?” Shiesty spits. “You think we won’t ruin you for that?”

You can’t answer, not with your mouth full, not with your body pinned, not with your brain short-circuiting from the thick stretch as Shiesty finally thrusts in from behind.

Omni doesn’t break pace. Doesn’t even look up, instead focusing on the contraction of your lips, the hollowed outline of your cheeks, and the spit drizzled down his length..

“Don’t be sloppy,” he says coolly, hand still in your hair. “We’re not rushing this.”

“Sloppy’s how he likes it,” Shiesty snaps, already moving rougher, deeper. “Ain’t that right, baby? Bet you like being used like a fuckin’ trophy while we argue.” They bicker over you and through you.

You’re gagging, moaning, twitching—every muscle in your body caught between their rhythm, their dominance, their fucking egos. You’re nothing but a body, a problem they’re solving together, a brat getting what he begged for without even saying the words and it’s perfect.

Your whole body coils like a wire pulled tight, pleasure knotting low in your gut, spreading fast—hot, sharp, overwhelming. Your cock’s swollen, untouched, dripping onto the bedsheets with every brutal, synchronized thrust inside you, and your muscles lock up, toes curling, abs twitching—right there, so close you can taste it, every nerve in your body screaming for release. But it never breaks. Your cock throbs, useless, your climax teetering on the edge like a cruel mirage—just out of reach, no friction, no mercy, only the relentless stretch of two cocks slamming into you and your body begging for permission it’ll never get. You can’t come. You just shake, trembling, leaking, ruined—forced to feel every unbearable second of pleasure with no end in sight.

Their bodies stutter in sync, each thrust sloppier than the last, both of them buried so deep inside you they’re shaking—Omni’s jaw clenched tight, eyes half-lidded as sweat beads along his temple, his calculated control unraveling second by second, while behind you Shiesty’s rhythm falters, his fingers bruising into your hips, teeth grit, breathing like he’s been sprinting uphill, too stubborn to give in first even as his cock twitches inside you with every clench of your hole; they’re both trembling, holding on by a thread, each of them locked in silent, desperate resistance—not because they want to stop, but because they refuse to let the other win. You don’t remember finishing, no, not really. Your mind goes blank somewhere between Shiesty’s filthy growling and Omni’s slow, devastating thrusts down your throat. Your knees are aching, your lips are raw, your hole is flooded—both of them finishing inside you like it’s a race neither wanted to lose.

And still... you smile. Your face is a mess. Saliva and slick, sweat clinging to your skin. But the grin is there, lazy and cocky, per usual. Because you know something they don’t. … Or maybe they do—and that’s why they’re staring at you like they don’t know whether to fuck you again or drag you out of the room and marry you.

You rise to your feet slowly, somewhat staggering, and grab Shiesty by the jaw first. His lips are still wet, his cock half-hard and twitching as it softens. He gives you that trademark smirk—the one that says, you ain’t done with me.

But before he can speak, you lean in. “You look prettier when you’re mad,” you whisper against his lips. “Bet you’d lose it if I let him fuck me again first, huh?”

Shiesty’s nostrils flare. You know you’ve got him. That possessive, unhinged twitch in his brow tells you he’ll be back in you within seconds if you say the word. You turn next, casually, even as your legs shake and face Omni. His chest is rising slowly, evenly, but his eyes? They’re intense. There’s a storm there, hidden behind all that control, hidden behind narrowing eyes, with the twitch of his eyebrow revealing more.

You step close, press your hand to his still-clothed chest, feeling the solid muscle beneath. “You’re both obsessed,” you say with a tired little laugh. “Like you didn’t just double-stuff me and argue like divorced parents in front of a buffet.”

Omni doesn’t move, but his jaw ticks.

And then, you do the unthinkable. You reach down, wrap your fingers around both of their cocks—Shiesty’s already thickening again, Omni’s twitching under your palm.

“Let’s go again,” you murmur. “This time I’m not shutting up.” You’re straddling Omni’s lap this time, facing him, grinding slow against the length you know he's trying to keep from reacting to, but he can’t help it. You feel it—thick, already getting hard again, his self-control cracking like glass under pressure.

“You should stop me,” you whisper, angling your hips so your slick, used hole is brushing against his cock. “If you don’t want this—” Omni cuts you off. Not with words but with mind numbing action. One hand grips your waist, the other wraps around your throat, not choking, but close. His cock slips back inside you in one long, deep push until he’s fully sheathed.

You bite back a groan and grind, loving the stretch even after what you just took. Omni groans softly, low in his throat. From behind, you hear Shiesty pacing.

“Oh hell no,” he snaps. “You don’t get to fuck him again without me. He’s still dripping my load.” You look over your shoulder, smirking through your moans. “You’re jealous,” you pant. “Say it.”

Shiesty growls like a full animal and grabs your hips from behind. Omni doesn’t stop thrusting. You’re sandwiched again, Omni below you, slow and deep, Shiesty behind you, lining up with zero patience. “Fucking ruined,” Shiesty says as he pushes back in alongside Omni—two thick cocks spreading you open again, one slightly off-center, with both of them stuffing you full of heat and vengeance.

Your eyes roll back and you swear you black out for half a second. You’re moaning now—loud, shameless, because you know they’re both obsessed with you. They can’t stop, they won’t stop. Every thrust is a battle between them, but every scream you let out is a win.

“You’re both mine,” you whisper hoarsely, voice cracking as they both thrust into you at once. “Try to deny it.” Omni’s pace falters and Shiesty groans, “Fuck—shut up—shut up—”

But they don’t want you to, not at all. They want to hear you say it again. Every filthy word, every bratty taunt, every moan, every broken breath, and every whisper of I own you. Because deep down? They’re both obsessed with being the one who makes you break. And even deeper? They’re obsessed with how much you love making them break, too. A/N: I made it a little shorter than usual. I'm testing the waters. Hope you like it! lmfao

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witchywithwhiskey · 4 months ago

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For the sweethearts game I would love to see what you do with Crazy 4 U + Andy Barber 🩷❤️🩷❤️

your favorite sweet treat

pairing: boyfriend!andy barber x female reader

summary: after your valentine's day date in the city, you stop at a diner with your boyfriend, and when you don't share your milkshake, he decides to steal a taste of something else.

warnings: 18+ content (minors dni!!!); smut; vaginal fingering; fingerfucking; semi-public sex; come eating; orgasm control/denial; light bdsm; risk aware consensual kink; quiet sex; oral sex (m receiving); road head; brief mentions of piv sex, spanking, and more overt bdsm dynamics (including punishments); dirty talk; daddy kink; praise kink; some degradation kink; begging; pet names (babygirl, baby); established relationship

word count: 3.8k

a/n: ahh Cate, thank you for sending in this prompt!! i don't remember where i got the idea, but i wanted to do something with a diner and it just made sense to use Andy. plus i love the idea of straight-laced lawyer Andy being a little reckless on Valentine's Day 🤭 thank you for playing my sweethearts game, i hope you enjoy ��♡

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“You look like you’re really enjoying that milkshake, babygirl.”

The neon lights of the diner shone brightly in the dark February night as you cut your eyes to Andy Barber, who sat beside you in the booth. The lawyer, dressed in a suit that was more than a little rumpled after your Valentine’s Day date in the city, was eying the milkshake in your hand with a hungry look.

“Mhmm, it’s very good,” you agreed sweetly, knowing exactly what Andy was angling for and refusing to give in so easily. If he wanted a taste, he’d have to ask directly—or wrest the chilled glass from your determined fingers, especially since he was liable to drink half of it in one gulp.

Andy chuckled at your seemingly innocent response, turning toward you in the booth in the back corner of the diner, where you’d stopped for a late dinner after seeing a show in Boston, and shifted closer to you. He lay his arm across the back of the bench seat, his big body curling around yours while he ducked his head close.

You watched him sharply, a ripple of heat curling in your belly as you noticed the way his eyes were fixed on your mouth. He stared at your lips as they wrapped around the straw and you took a sip of the sweet drink, seeing his gaze darken infinitesimally.

You let the straw fall away from your lips and darted your tongue out to savor the milkshake’s flavor, delighting in the quiet groan that rumbled in Andy’s chest. The satisfaction of teasing him made you smile.

“Why don’t you let me have a taste?” Andy murmured, his voice low and enticing. His words were barely louder than the 60s Motown music playing from the classic jukebox across the diner, but you could hear him well enough.

Andy was so close that you could feel his warm breath against your cheek and it almost made you want to give in, just so he could understand how good the milkshake truly was. He’d seemed satisfied with the burger he’d polished off, so surely he wouldn’t drink all of it before he gave it back…

But then you saw the glimmer of greediness in Andy’s gaze and you knew that if you let him have just one small taste, he was going to drink the milkshake in half a second—and it was just too good to share. It was rich and thick and creamy perfection. You couldn’t risk giving Andy any because he’d take too much.

“Get your own,” you said airily, tossing your head and turning so you were giving Andy your back as much as you could in the vinyl booth. You even curled protectively around your milkshake, taking furtive sips as you enjoyed its sweetness.

Andy laughed lowly, but there was something a little dark in the pleasant sound that had your body going on delicious alert. Instead of making a play for your milkshake, though, he dropped a kiss to your shoulder, his lips pressing against the bare skin between the thin strap of your dress and where your cardigan had slipped down your arm.

He nuzzled into your shoulder, his hot mouth dragging over your skin an exquisite contrast to the rough rasp of his beard. It was so distracting, you nearly missed the moment when his hand fell on your thighs and began to skim higher.

It wasn’t until Andy’s fingers pushed beneath the hem of your dress that you realized what he was doing. You had to bite back a gasp of surprised delight as heat bloomed, hot and insistent, in the core of your belly, settling heavily between your thighs, which spread instinctively for Andy’s hand.

“If you won’t give me a taste of your milkshake, babygirl,” Andy rumbled in your ear, his voice deep and warm and so rich, it sent shivers down your spine. “I’ll have to take a taste of something else.” His fingers pushed between your plush thighs and swiped at the already damp fabric of your panties.

“Andy,” you said on a sharp exhale. You’d been aiming for a scolding tone, but your whisper was too fluttery, too drenched in needy lust, and there was no real recrimination in your tone.

Still, you remembered where you were, and your eyes flicked around the diner.

It was late, nearly midnight, so the place was practically empty. The only people in the whole building were a lone man sitting at the counter on the opposite side of the diner, and the waitress and cook, who were talking to each other through the order window.

“You’re crazy,” you murmured, keeping your voice low so as not to draw attention, even as your legs fell open in wordless invitation.

Andy was quick to act on the invitation, his fingers curling around the edge of your silk panties and sweeping along your damp slit. He gathered your wetness on the pads of his fingertips, his touch sending sparks of pleasure dancing through your body and you had to silence a whimper by taking another sip of your milkshake.

“Crazy for you.” Andy’s words were purred in your ear, and you could hear the smile on his handsome face without even turning to look. But you did turn, just in time to watch him pull his fingers from between your thighs and slide them into his mouth.

You turned toward Andy more fully, watching eagerly as he licked the taste of you from his fingers, his eyes sliding closed as he groaned in pleasure. The sight was so erotic, you could feel yourself drip even more wetness into your already very damp panties.

For a brief moment, you entertained the thought of Andy Barber, your serious lawyer, getting down on his knees right there in the diner and tasting you straight from the source. It was a delicious, deviant thought, one that would no doubt end up with Andy getting disbarred, but it was fun to think about.

Andy’s eyes opened and they caught your undivided attention. His gaze, darkened with lust and sparkling with hunger, roved over your face, taking in your expression—and that was enough for him to know you’d been thinking dirty thoughts about him.

An obscenely self-satisfied grin spread across his handsome face, making him look even more sinfully hot. Andy ducked closer, so his forehead was pressed against your temple, and spoke directly into your ear.

“Does my babygirl like it when daddy fingers her sweet little pussy while she’s drinking her milkshake and not sharing it with me?” he asked teasingly, his hand falling to your thigh again and letting his thumb draw small circles on your bare skin.

A whine rose up in your throat, but you held it back. With another furtive glance around the diner to make sure no one was paying attention to you and Andy, and they couldn’t see what you were doing while you were sequestered in the back corner booth, you spread your legs even wider.

“Yes, daddy,” you whispered, nodding for good measure as you looked up at him from under your lashes, your lips curving in a sweet smile.

A moment later, you had to bite back a gasp when Andy curled his fingers around your knee and pulled your thigh over his leg, opening you up obscenely wide and forcing the skirt of your dress to ride up improperly high on your legs. The cool air of the diner brushed against your heated core and you couldn’t help but squirm on the vinyl seat.

“Oh god,” you whimpered, turning your face into Andy’s shoulder to muffle a helpless moan. The fabric of his suit jacket was soft and cool against your heated skin. When you breathed in, you could smell the familiar scent of his spicy cologne, and it filled your head with even more fluffy clouds of desire.

“Be a good girl and drink your milkshake, babygirl,” Andy said, his voice warm, but with the steel of a command. His fingers skimmed up your thigh, raising goosebumps in their wake, and dove beneath your panties to slip teasingly through your wetness. “Daddy’s going to play with your pretty little pussy, and if you can stay quiet, I’ll let you cum.”

“Daddy, you have to let me cum,” you whined, pouting up at Andy with your widest, most innocent eyes. But, though you saw the corner of his mouth flicker in a smirk, he gave you a stern look and nodded his head toward the cold glass still clutched in your hands.

Obediently, you wrapped your lips around the straw and took a deep pull of the creamy treat. All the while, Andy’s fingers explored your pussy, sweeping teasingly along your slit, dipping shallowly into your hole and gathering your arousal to rub lazy little circles around your clit.

It felt so good that your mind drifted hazily in pleasure. The rest of the diner fell away until it was just you and Andy in your secluded vinyl booth, his hand doing filthy things with your pussy while you hypnotically sucked on the straw of your milkshake.

All you could do was focus on the sweetness on your tongue and the pleasure building between your thighs—and staying quiet, which grew increasingly difficult the longer Andy played with your pussy. Thankfully, the straw in your mouth helped muffle your little huffs and quiet whimpers of need.

When Andy finally slid his finger into your aching, fluttering hole, it felt so good that you forgot yourself. Your entire being was reduced to your inner walls clenching greedily around his thick finger, wordlessly begging for another, begging to be stretched around as many of Andy’s fingers as he could fit in your tight cunt.

Overwhelmed, you had to stop drinking your milkshake so you could let out a low moan, forgetting to bury your face in Andy’s jacket. The noise spilled into the diner, with only the music from the jukebox masking the sound of your debauched pleasure.

Thankfully, no one seemed to hear it except Andy, who froze immediately. A rumbling sound of recrimination came from his chest as he shifted in the booth, curling around you even more and crowding you into the wall so that you were hidden entirely from the view of the rest of the diner.

“Be quiet, babygirl,” he growled, more bite than warmth in his voice. The dominance in his tone made your pussy squeeze around his finger and you mewled quietly into his shoulder. “Unless you want everyone in this diner to know what a little slut you are, letting daddy finger you in public and getting so wet for me, you need to be quiet.”

Although Andy’s words had the desired effect of admonishing you about how important it was that you stay quiet—since a public indecency charge could lead to his disbarment—they also drove your need and desire higher. His warning reminded you of how dirty and filthy the two of you were being, him with his hand up your skirt and you getting off on it.

So you forced yourself to take a deep, calming breath, clearing some of the hazy pleasure from your mind and buried your face in Andy’s neck. The rasp of his beard against your temple and the smell of his cologne filling your senses calmed you enough to let out a sweet little sigh and find your words.

“It’s the milkshake, daddy,” you said in your most innocent voice, placing a kiss against the side of his neck and grinning when you were rewarded with Andy’s big body shuddering beneath your frosty lips. “It’s just so creamy and delicious.”

Your voice was thick with innuendo so Andy didn’t buy your guilelessness for a moment, but he chuckled indulgently and brushed a forgiving kiss to the apple of your cheek.

“Then you should keep drinking, babygirl,” he urged, his hand beginning to move again as he withdrew his finger from your warm cunt and pushed it back inside. He quickly added a second finger, the slick of your arousal making it easy to push inside your tight hole. “Because you’re not gonna cum until you finish all of it.”

A petulant whine slipped from your mouth, but at Andy’s stern look, you wrapped your lips around the straw of your milkshake and prepared to drink the rest.

Peering down into the glass, you were relieved to see there wasn’t much left at the bottom and nearly huffed a laugh. Wasn’t it only a little while ago that you were hoarding the milkshake all to yourself?

In that moment, you nearly wished you’d given Andy a taste. But then he never would’ve subjected you to the delicious torture of his fingers between your thighs in the back of that diner, and it would’ve been a damn shame to miss out on the orgasm he was driving you toward.

You took a deep pull on the straw of your milkshake, reveling in the delicious sweetness of the creamy treat, and nearly spit it all over the table when Andy’s thumb brushed against your clit. You managed to swallow and hold in your desperate moan, but it was a near thing.

Andy rubbed steady, leisurely circles on your clit as he fucked you with two fingers, pumping into your hole like he was barely trying to make you cum, which only made what he was doing so much hotter. Your head was tucked beneath his chin and he murmured soft praises, telling you how good you were, how well you were taking his fingers.

You fell back into your mesmeric daze of pleasure, sucking on the straw in your mouth while Andy fucked your pussy with his fingers. He thrust into you with rhythmic strokes that drove your pleasure higher and higher so gradually, you barely recognized it as you drifted in bliss.

It wasn’t until the sharp sucking sound of your straw pulling in air that you roused from the depths of your pleasure. Still, out of habit, your lips pulled on the straw, trying to suck up every last drop of the delicious milkshake, enjoying the final remnants of sweetness as they trickled onto your tongue.

“Good girl, such a good girl,” Andy cooed, his arm along the back of the booth curling around your shoulders to pluck the glass from your fingers and set it on the table. Then he pulled you deeper into his chest, your face pushing into the gap between the collar of his dress shirt and his warm skin. “Do you wanna cum now, babygirl?”

“Yes, please,” you whined softly, feeling achy and needy. “Make me cum, daddy, please,” you begged in a voice barely louder than a whisper. Your hips rocked into Andy’s hand, meeting the thrust of his fingers as he added a third, stretching you enough to make you whimper and bury your face more firmly into his neck.

“Such a perfect girl, did such a good job drinking your milkshake and staying quiet while I fingerfucked your needy pussy, babygirl,” Andy purred in your ear, his hand working faster between your thighs, his fingers curling deep inside to press against the spot that made your whole body tremble. “You’re such a good girl, did so well for daddy, baby.”

Your fingers, still chilled from the milkshake glass, pressed beneath the lapels of Andy’s jacket, reveling in the warmth of his body through his dress shirt. You clung to the fabric, knowing you were wrinkling it with your desperate grip and not caring even a little bit. You couldn’t care about anything beyond Andy’s fingers fucking you, driving you straight to the edge of your release.

“Please, daddy, please let me cum,” you begged on a silent sob of pleasure, opening your legs wider until your knee nudged against the bulge in Andy’s slacks. Knowing he was hard for you only made your body hotter, achier, needier, and you whined softly into the hollow of his throat, babbling, “Please, please, please, please.”

“Cum for me, babygirl,” Andy ordered in that warm commanding voice you loved so much. “Be a good girl and cum all over daddy’s fingers, you can do it, make a mess of daddy’s hand.” His thumb pressed harder against your clit, fingers stroking the spot inside you, his words urging you on. “Good girl, baby, cum for daddy—cum for me, babygirl.”

All at once, the tension in your belly snapped and you shattered apart on Andy’s hand, burying your face deep into the fabric of his jacket and dress shirt to muffle your moans as you came. Your pussy clamped down on Andy’s fingers, sucking them in deeper while he fucked you lazily through your release, still rubbing soft circles on your clit to drag out your pleasure.

It went on like that for what felt like ages. Andy didn’t stop until you were whining at the overstimulation, your body trembling while you struggled to pull yourself up from where you’d slumped against him.

You met his gaze, the small, self-satisfied smile nestled in his thick beard sending another tendril of heat curling in your belly. Then you grabbed the lapels of his jacket and pulled him in for a kiss.

You kissed Andy hard, your tongue plunging into his mouth and letting him taste the sweetness of your milkshake on your lips. You could taste the faint traces of your own desire on his tongue and you moaned into the kiss, scooting nearer to him on the vinyl seat of the booth, practically climbing into his lap in an effort to get closer to him.

“Mm, your milkshake tastes very good,” Andy murmured when you separated to catch your breath. “But I think your pussy will always be my favorite sweet treat.”

He popped his fingers in his mouth, sucking on them lewdly and licking them clean with such unabashed zeal, you couldn’t help but pull him in for another all-consuming kiss, groaning at the delicious mixture of tastes as you licked the tartness of yourself from his mouth.

For long moments, you savored each other, but Andy gently slowed the kiss and eventually pulled away. His cheeks were flushed a little pink above his beard as he rearranged his hard bulge in his slacks to be less obvious, and he had to take a few deep, calming breaths before he was ready to stand.

Andy paid the bill for your dinner at the cash register near the door, then tugged you out to the parking lot of the diner. He opened the passenger side door of his sleek car for you and helped you inside before getting into the driver’s seat and pulling back onto the dark road that would take you home.

Thankfully, since it was so late, there was no one else on the road—no one else to see you reach across the car’s console and greedily undo Andy’s belt and fly. You reached inside his pants to pull out his half-hard cock before he even had a chance to say anything.

“What’re you doing, babygirl?” Andy asked in a deep, gruff voice, glancing away from the dark road as it wound and curled through the Massachusetts countryside outside Boston.

“That milkshake hit the spot, but now I want my favorite sweet treat, daddy,” you said tartly, then you rearranged yourself in the passenger seat, leaving your seatbelt buckled over your lap while you leaned over the low console and pressed a kiss to the tip of Andy’s cock. “If you can keep us from crashing, I’ll let you cum,” you purred, echoing Andy’s earlier words.

The sound that came from Andy’s mouth was part groan, part breathless laugh. You half expected him to refuse your game, to pull you away and give you a stern warning about the importance of safe driving, but there must’ve been some kind of magic in the late night air, some kind of spell cast in time to make your Valentine’s Day perfectly debauched, because he didn’t.

Instead, the car slowed, which you knew was Andy’s way of taking precautions to make sure you were as safe as you could be while gave him road head. But it made you smirk against his tip, because it meant it would take more time for the two of you to get home, and you could play with him for even longer.

“Enjoy your treat, babygirl,” Andy rumbled, his voice deliciously deep, with just a hint of the steel dominance that made your pussy wet. “Because when we get home, I’ll be teaching you a lesson about not distracting daddy while he’s driving.”

Your whole body clenched at the promise and you grinned against Andy’s cock, dragging your plump lips down the thick ridge on the underside of his dick. You lapped eagerly at his balls before murmuring, “I’m looking forward to it, daddy.”

Then you licked up the length of his cock and wrapped your lips around the tip, tongue sweeping through the slit and moaning when you tasted his salty precum. One of Andy’s hands fell to the back of your head, petting your hair lovingly while the other held the steering wheel so tight, you could hear the leather creak.

For the rest of the drive home, you sucked Andy’s cock just as leisurely and reverently as he’d played with your pussy, savoring the taste of him and burying your face in his balls while you stroked him steadily. By the time you made it home, Andy’s cock was a throbbing, leaking mess covered in your spit, but he refused to let you make him cum.

That, he said, would have to wait until after your punishment.

Andy’s eyes gleamed in the moonlight as he dragged you into the home you shared, telling you he hoped you’d enjoyed your favorite sweet treat, because he was going to make you beg and cry on his cock until you’d repented for being bad and were his good girl again.

Since Andy Barber was the type of man to follow through on his threats and promises, you endured your punishment—a spanking, over his knee, while your pussy dripped all over his thigh. Then he stretched you out on his thick cock, pounding into you relentlessly and withholding your release until you were crying and begging to cum, apologizing for distracting him while he was driving.

You enjoyed every moment of it, and it was all worth it because at the end of the night, Andy Barber gave you your favorite sweet treat—his cock shoved deep in your throat, filling your mouth with cum while you swallowed greedily with a smile on your face.

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Tips and FAQ for Asks

Hello beautiful humans, I want to do my best to get to everyone's asks so here are a few things you can do to help make that happen! (if you're looking for the cast stream master list, skip to the bottom)

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Q: I've seen people use several different pronouns for you, what are your preferred pronouns? A: They/them and I prefer masc leaning terms generally! I'm queer, NB and very open about my identity. But people will sometimes use she/her because they don't know. I will never get upset with someone for not knowing- it's ok. But now that you've read this, you know! So you can go forth educated. You're welcome to correct anyone who doesn't know, but please be kind to each other. We've all been the person who didn't know before.

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Saberspark TADC Cast Interview

Streamily Signing #1 (Amanda, Michael, Alex, Marissa)

Streamily Signing #2 (Amanda and Michael)

Streamily Signing #3 (Amanda and Sean)

Streamily Signing #4 (Amanda, Sean, Alex, Michael, Marissa, Vera, Hamish)

TADC Fan Game Stream: Game 1

Streamily Signing #5 (Amanda, Alex, Ashley, Sean, Michael, Marissa, Vera, Hamish, Wiz)

Fast Food Simulator Charity Stream (Amanda, Lizzie, Marissa, Michael, Ashley)

Marissa's Streamily Signing CRASHED by Amanda, Alex, Michael, Max (RU Caine/Jax), Julian (DE Jax), Adam (NL Jax), and Philip (NL Chad/Max)

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thanosscross · 6 months ago

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In your club - Choi Seung Hyun/ T.O.P x reader SMUT

Summary: After going to a club Seung Hyun takes a huge liking to a certain drunk girl, who easily charms her way into his heart, even if he doesn't realize it.

Warnings: Smutttt

Whenever you went to your downtown night club, you weren't expecting much, it was New York, so you were used to a lot, not an entire K-pop boy band having an after party, thankfully you and your two friends were all let it, you were all a little tipsy already from your pre-game, so whenever you made it to the bar, you walked away drunk, giggling as you looked around the dance floor with your friends, trying to feel out the vibes.

As soon as the bass to your favorite song started playing your friends were quick to drag you to the floor, holding your hands as they danced. Your friend group dynamic was odd to an outsider, you were the youngest, but the mom friend of the group, but whenever you were drunk, you needed to be watched, it wasn't that you'd run off, but you were a giant flirt while drunk, and it only ended in a regret filled hung over y/n in the morning trying to find her way home.

Seung Hyun stood on the balcony with Ji-yong watching the dance floor scanning over the men and women dancing, pointing out any that caught each others eye, they were each others wingmen after all. As soon as Seung Hyun turned to look towards the door, a group of women caught his eye, Specifically the one in the middle swinging her hips to the beat while running her hands up her body through her messy h/c hair. "Ji-Yong, look" he shouted over the music pointing the girl out, a smirk slowly crawling onto his friend "I knew we could find you someone, buddy!" He cheered before making his way downstairs to find out the situation on if you were single or not.

As you danced along to the music you never noticed your friends giggling backing away as a man not much taller than you started to match your movements moving closer behind you "Hey! I'm Ji-Yong! My friend up there...Yea! there! He thinks you're hot! But he's a little shy!" the guy shouted over the music, you smiled nodding along to his words, resting your hands behind you on his shoulders, his hands going to your hips, your drunk self not wanting to leave the dance floor until the song was over. As soon as the music faded you giggled loudly turning around "I'm- Y/n" You hiccupped, regretting how fast you chugged your chaser, Ji-yong smiled leading you upstairs into the V.I.P area, leading you to a much taller man who was leaned over the railing holding a glass of some type of dark alcohol, you were too drunk to care. "This is my friend! You can call him T.o.p!" He shouted, you shyly extended your hand out, now suddenly your confidence and liquid confidence were gone, the taller man made you very flustered just by looking at you. "H-Hi!" You tried to shout over the music, the man just chuckled leaning closer to you while he gently held your hand, you were conscious of how close his lips were to your neck as he leaned close to hear you, and vice versa "I'm sorry, baby?" He asked, unsure of how much Korean you knew, if any at all "H-Hi, I'm Y/n" You said a bit softer, not wanting to shout in his ear "Beautiful, My name is Seung Hyun, but you can just call me Top" His voice was something you weren't expecting, it was deep, smooth, unlike his friends, not that his friend's wasn't also hot. You watched as he pressed his lips to the back of your hand, keeping eye contact with you "oooo! I love this song! Do you wanna dance?" You asked excited, the alcohol hitting you all over again, somehow stronger than before, especially after swiping a shot from a waiters tray downing it as you dragged Top to the dance floor.

Ji-Yong smirked watching his friend closely, finding it amusing that he was letting this small women boss him around and drag him around the club, but not wanting his friend to have a panic attack. You moved through the club with ease, stopping whenever you got to the middle of the floor, grabbing T.o.p's hands you moved them with yours as you pressed your back against his chest swaying your hips, after a moment Seung Hyun actually felt himself loosening up as he rested his hands on your hips matching your movements, laughing as you turned around singing along to the rap verse to him before walking up starting to dance with him again, this time facing him, he placed his hands back on your hips blushing as you bounced your hips into his with the beat of the music. You danced for about two more songs before you were at the bar having Seung Hyun try all of your favorites, even as he got more intoxicated, he still never got an attitude with you, always letting you drag him away chuckling or smiling.

Moving back to V.I.P to take a breather, Ji-Yong could definitely tell his roommate and best friend would be coming home with company tonight by the way he held your hips as he stood in front of him trying to spot your friends from the balcony. You leaned over further trying to get a better look in the dark, Seung Hyun quickly held you tightly noticing both of your feet were dangling in the air from how far you were leaned out. Whenever you popped back onto your feet, your new friend, T.o.p pulled you close to him "Be careful, beautiful" He whispered in your ear, sending shivers down your spine, you just melted into his touch, looking up to notice he was smoking, you tilting your head you reached up, he was quick to arch his head up higher before taking the joint from his lips, handing Ji-yong the joint before blowing the smoke into your mouth slowly, if you could melt anymore, you would. "I don't want you too messed up" He chuckled, you just shrugged dancing along to the music as he continued to speak with his friend, his hand never leaving your hip as they swayed back and forth.

"Where did mean Seung Hyun go huh?" Ji-Yong teased pushing his friends shoulder laughing "Shut up! She just looks so sad anytime I say no" He frowned "Plus she's really fuckin hot" He slurred, drinking the rest of his drink, he had lost count of how many he had, he just knew if it weren't for the colored hair, he'd have no idea who he was with at the club. You squealed seeing your friends waving them over before turning around resting your hands on Seung Hyun's chest "I'm gonna go let my friends they can go ahead and go" you whispered in his ear, he smirked nodding, holding your hand until you were to far to keep ahold "You better not fall in love, Seung Hyun!" His friend warned, he just rolled his eyes "I'm not! She's not even my type! I don't like the clingy girls" he stated, biting his lip as he peered around his friend to find you, wanting to make sure you were okay, even in his drunken state, he still knew how risky it was being a female drunk. Watching you walk back over he held his hand out to you, blushing brightly you took his hand in yours letting him pull you back over into his arms, as you started dancing to the song playing you noticed T.o.p's smirk and his friends chuckles "what'd I do?" You asked tilting your head, now feeling nervous they were laughing at you, Seung hyun couldn't help but mentally aw at your confused face, he just shook his head continuing to chuckle as he leaned into your ear "This is our song, beautiful" He whispered in your ear, you raised your eyebrow, skeptical, you had guys try that line before, what convinced you though, was Seung Hyun leaning closer to you swaying his hips as he rapped along to his verse of Zutter, watching the realization wash over your face was adorable to Seung Hyun, you continued dancing, now enjoying the song a lot more, grateful for all of the trips to South Korea, and other countries your dad would force you on as an 'i'm sorry' present for getting a divorce with your mom when you were a teenager.

"You want to come to my place, beautiful?" Seung Hyun asked checking the time, it was about four AM, but he was not about to leave you especially knowing your friends had left hours prior "A-Are you sure?" You asked, he could tell by the glint in your eyes you were still a little drunk, but you were both mainly high rather than drunk at this point. "I wouldn't ask if I wasn't sure" He smirked pressing his lips to your neck, something he'd do occasionally throughout the night, only once or twice but it was starting to get to you. T.o.p kept his hands on your hips helping you keep your balance, knowing you could very easily do it own, he wanted to make sure. As you climbed into the limo you were in awe, yea you came from money, but not like this, you came from maybe a fancy car or two for the family, and maybe two yearly trips out of the country, not ride in a limo rich.

"Beautiful" Seung Hyun's deep smooth voice broke you out of your awe state, only now noticing you had sat on the opposite side of the seats from him "You scared of me now, jegi?" He teased reaching a hand out, you blushed taking his hand in yours, giggling as he pulled you next to him as the limo started to take off. "Why would I be scared...just because you're bigger?" You teased looking at him through your eyelashes, he just smirked pointing at you "No pulling that face" He warned playfully, the smile on his face giving him away immediately, you smiled, giggling again as Seung Hyun handed you a glass identical to his, taking a small sip from both before letting you have full grip of yours, tilting your head confused you looked at him "So you know it's safe, beautiful" He replied before taking a large drink from his, not wanting his liquid confidence to disappear to early, you blushed at his kindness before downing your drink in one go, grimacing at the burning sensation it left in your throat "Damn" Seung Hyun gasped "You're supposed to sip it!" He laughed cupping your cheek, kissing your lips softly, using his tongue to lick off any remaining whiskey from your lips, pulling away he smirked at your shocked and flustered reaction. "I can't help it, I wanted both my hands free" You pouted setting your drink down before placing your hands on his chest kissing his softly, purposely poking your tongue just enough to tease him before pulling away moving your kisses down his jawline. His grip on your hips tightened as his breathes became shaky, his pants becoming tighter and uncomfortable, it wasn't the kissing that turned him on, it was the gentleness behind your actions, every girl he had almost slept with was always rough, trying to rip and rush, and while Seung Hyun enjoyed his fair share of rough sex, that wasn't was he was looking for after a stressful show.

As you approached his front door, you felt his hands land on your hips "Are you sure, beautiful?..I can bring you home if you don't want to come in" He offered, his tone deep but soft, almost like he actually cared about you, even though you were only a one night stand. "As long as it's with you" You whispered reaching up pulling Seung Hyun's lips to yours "Can we please go inside, Top?" You asked, giving him the same look from earlier, he just smirked leading you inside, Ji-yong following behind making sure to shut and lock the door, finally happy to see his friend getting laid and seeming actually excited about it. As Seung Hyun backed you into his bedroom, his lips were attached to yours, hands exploring every inch of your body, you slowly moved your hands to push off his jacket, starting to undo his buttons on his shirt whenever he caught your hands quickly, giving you an intense stare for a moment "I-I'm so sorry" He started to apologize, his anxiety starting to kick into full drive, this is how it always went, he'd freak out, scare the girl away, and then feel terrible he ruined all of his friend's hard work. You just looked at him though, almost like you were trying to understand him without words "Top?..Are you okay?" You asked softly, ignoring the slight pain in your wrists from his grip "I-I" He started but his quickened paced breathing stopped him "You're alright, we don't have to take it off, I can keep mine on too" You offered, finally understanding it all started with his shirt "I used to need to do that sometimes too.. a lot actually" You tried to comfort him, which appeared to work slightly, his head turning with a pout painted on his face as soon as you offered to keep your shirt on "Oh no no this has to come off, I have to see" He stated leaning over you, you smiled a bit but cupped his cheek "You're okay, right?" You asked, offering him a sympathetic look "I'm good, beautiful" He replied before pulling at the bottom of your dress, helping you lift it off of your head, staring in awe biting his lip as he noticed you had been without a bra or underwear all night.

You gasped watching Seung Hyun start to kiss up your thighs towards your pussy, biting your lip as you locked eyes with him, only now seeing how handsome the man between your legs was. As soon as Seung Hyun licked a broad stripe up to your clit you immediately had your hands tightened and twisted in his sheets. The longer you kept eye contact with him the weaker you felt, throwing your head back whimpering loudly as he pressed two fingers inside of you. You weren't a virgin, but you weren't exactly used to having sex, most times you did you were drunk, other than that, you used a variety of toys. "Jagi, you're fucking tight" Seung Hyun commented, sucking on your clit softly before moving his lips to your thighs, leaving a trail of hickeys, his fingers starting to move and curl inside of you. Seung Hyun found a lot of enjoyment watching your confidence dominant act was now out the window now that his fingers were inside of you, he watched his your back arched and how your head tossed side to side as you begged to move faster.

"Baby, I'll do whatever you want, you just have to ask quietly" He whispered, repositioning himself to move his finger in and out of you a lot faster than he originally started with, the curling he did only quickened aswell. You were already getting closer, not noticing he was adding in a third finger until his lips were against yours asking if you were ready. Your head immediately went back into the pillows as your back arched, Seung Hyun smirking, loving the way you were falling apart just by his fingers "Do you want something else, Jagi?" He asked, planting soft kisses up from your stomach to your nipples up to your lips "Do you want more, princess?" He asked, You leaned up, pressing your lips fully against his as you panted "I want you, top, please" You whispered against his lips "Whatever you desire" He smirked playfully bowing before slowly pulling his fingers out of you, making eye contact as he licked them, He pulled off his jeans and boxers, reaching over grabbing a condom slipping it on. "Ready, beautiful?" He asked, you gasped a bit shaking your head, afraid you were hurt he pulled away, you quick to grab his shirt collar pulling him to lay flat on the bed "I wanna ride you" You offered, he just raised his eyebrows at you, his eyes growing a shade darker if possible as he held your hips, helping you guide yourself onto him.

As you slowly slid down having bottom out inside of you, you were both panting and moaning, pulling each other close "H-Holy shit" You whimpered starting to roll your hips, running a hand through your hair to keep it out of your face as you started to find a rhythm you liked. "You like, baby?" He smirked, feeling cocky until you started to bounce your hips in between you rolling them "O-Oh my- H-holy shit" He panted letting his head fall, you weren't doing much better, using one hand to help balance yourself, and the other to try and stifle your whimpers and moans "Oh, princess, come here" Seung Hyun said in a teasing tone, pulling you down to capture your lips into a heated kiss "Is it too much?" He continued, you just moaned in reply, whimpering loudly whenever his hand moved to meet your clit, rubbing soft circles with his index and ringer finger, You arched your back moaning against his lips, scratching down his chest, not realizing you had ripped his shirt along with it. "Fuck" He groaned, flipping you both over, using the new position to fuck you at a different angle, you panted looking up at him as you dug your nails into his back leaving bold red scratch marks down it. "You're going to make me cum if you don't stop" He warned, you didn't listen though, too close to the edge to process anything he was really saying, noticing your state, Seung Hyun picked up his pace, leaving hickeys down your neck as he started rubbing your clit again, your moans turned into calling out his stage name repeatedly, before turning into a blubbering moaning mess, Seung Hyun moaned softly as he felt you squeeze around his cock before feeling you cum around him, he grunted, trying to hold on, but feeling you trying to pulling cock deeper broke him, causing him to kiss you deeply as he came into the condom, panting against your lips, neither of you aware of the awkward conversation that awaited tomorrow morning.

my lordy! This was a long one!!

#t.o.p x reader #choi su bong x reader #choi seunghyun #thanos x reader #squid game thanos #squidgame #squid game #top x reader #thanos squid game #t.o.p

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twilightofthesandwiches · 1 year ago

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I think a lot about the Concept of ‘choices that matter’ in video games. Like, in terms of what it is that makes a choice ‘really matter’, what do we perceive as a choice that matters or has a consequence, how do different games with different amounts of branching or non-branching storylines play with those ideas… Especially because Undertale is one of my favorite games of all time, and it has often been hyped as ‘a game where your choices REALLY matter’ and… honestly, I dunno if all of this hype was fully conducive to Undertale. Because the way it handles the concept of Video Game Choices is actually a lot more interesting and complex than that simplistic descriptor makes it seem.

Because Undertale actually has a lot of choices that ‘don’t really matter’! Lots of dialogue choices and silly little decisions that on a first playthrough seem like they’re some sort of moral choice or a branching plotline but end up always leading to basically the same result regardless of what you do!

And the game doesn’t really try to hide the fact that these choices are kinda 'Fake'. I mean, on a first playthrough a player might assume there’s gonna be some Massive Consequences for picking the ‘wrong’ drink on Undyne’s date, but the game’s narrative expects for there to be multiple playthroughs and pretty much every Choice that Doesn’t Matter is peppered with that Undertale brand of wacky character-focused humor that inherently makes the moment memorable. Papyrus leading Undyne straight to you no matter what you do is basically a cross-timeline running gag.

On some level I see this as a sort of gag that serves as meta-commentary about the expectations around Choices That Matter in Video Games. As in, a lot of games have their Moral Choices happen in clearly easily marked ‘this is a Moral Choice!’ moments within the story, while the actual gameplay (and any violence the player might cause as part of said gameplay) is basically entirely divorced from any element of narrative-branching and doesn't effect the story at all. Undertale basically entirely inverts this dynamic; the most important factor for which Route you’re own is how you handle your FIGHTs, and what seems like clearly-marked and obvious Moral Choices are just goofy insubstantial minor changes in dialogue.

But also… there is also a level where you must ask yourself ‘what does it mean when we say that these choices Don’t Matter’. I mean, it’s not like they didn't change anything about the game, the Player still made the character say that other thing, the choice probably led to an alternate piece of dialogue, probably a joke with a call-back at the end of the game… The line between a one-off joke and an actual story-changing moment can be a little blurry if you look at it too deeply.

For example, near the end of the Waterfall part of the game, the Player is given the choice to save Monster Kid even at the risk of having to face down Undyne.

Pretty much anyone who isn’t deliberately trying to be an asshole is going to rush to save them and obviously that includes the Pacifist Route Players. But you can actually leave Monster Kid to die without it 'mattering' in the sense that it wouldn't divert you from the Pacifist Route. Undyne saves them instead of you, and ends up with slightly less HP for her battle (which might Matter for Runs when you try and FIGHT her but obviously not in Pacifist Runs) and… by the end of the game, during the extremely happy True Pacifist Ending, they still clearly remember that you abandoned them and are upset by it.

So… does saving Monster Kid ‘matter’ or not? On one hand, choosing not to save them mostly just changes a few lines of dialogue but… these lines of dialogue kinda recontextualize this happy ending and the Player’s actions in general. Despite the True Pacifist Ending otherwise portraying the Player/Frisk as a kind-hearted and brave hero... they still did this undeniably cowardly (and perhaps even cruel) act to one of their friends .

Was running away and leaving Monster Kid to die a brief but significant moment of weakness that the Player regrets and has cost them what could’ve been the start of a lovely friendship? Or is that simply that being a True Pacifist was always more of a matter of pragmatism rather than ideals? Were they only acting as a Pacifist to get that promised 'Best Ending', and only Monster Kid has an inkling they are not as heroic or kind as everyone thinks they are?

And then there’s the Snowman ‘quest’.

A free healing item given early in the game, with your mission being to carry it along in your inventory for as long as you can without ever consuming it. The only reward you will ever see from it is a few lines of dialogue…

But for many, it is more than enough of an incentive to preserve the Snowman’s Piece. You can do whatever you want with the Snowman without it ‘mattering’ in terms of Ending or consequences. You could carry it through all of your adventures with care and kindness... or you could eat it while he can’t see you and then go back to him and tell him that you ‘lost’ it and then get another piece and eat that as well, you could eat it right in front of his face, horrifying him.

And much like with Monster Kid, you can STILL get the True Pacifist Ending after doing that, all that would change is a few optional pieces of dialogue from the Snowman…

And a total recontextualization of the Player’s behavior and the ending. The Snowman sees the Player as a cruel and heartless person who is just pretending to be good so they can be liked - the way they acted with this immobile, powerless Snowman who could do nothing for them and their reputation reveals their true self. And he says their friends will realize that too one day...

Doing a True Reset on the Pacifist Ending is, by definition, a (almost) consequence-free action and yet it changes future Pacifist Routes immeasurably. Turning the Player into a Hypocrite doing the exact same thing they were trying to stop Flowey/Asriel from doing - trapping all of their friends into a time-loop so they can play with them forever while never actually letting them to enjoy freedom on the surface, simply because they are not willing to move on or put their friends' wishes and agency above their own. Nothing in the game actually changes, not one character can even suspect that you did something like that, and yet for the Player - this choice makes the entire Meaning of the game flip on its head.

Even the most famous and heavily-toted Big Consequence in the whole game - selling your soul to Chara after completing a Murder Route… mostly what it does is just… recontextualize the ending of the Game.

As a game, ‘Undertale’ is very much about the ways in which a Player engages with a game can radically recontextualize it. The huge chasm of difference between the Pacifist and Muder Routes is just the most literal example of it. But, in a way, even the tiny little Dialogue Options - where the lack of real choice and consequences is Obviously a Joke - matter. Because of the way they can recontextualize the Player Character’s behavior.

(Okay, maybe not this one, but hear me out…)

Do you trust Papyrus to not betray you, even after you spied on him with Undyne?

Do you have the integrity to admit you forgot something or got it wrong even when there’s no consequences for just lying about it?

Are you a hypocrite for trying to get Alphys to be truthful with Undyne only to then immediately turn around and lie to Undyne yourself?

None of these choices matter for the ending, some of them don’t even get, like, a call-back joke or anything, but… if you are engaged in this story as a narrative, if you are invested in these characters as if they were people, if you are honestly trying to be the best person you can be, if you are trying to self-reflect at the way you approach this game… even the silliest little dialogue option can suddenly be imbued with deep implications and you can make them matter.

Undertale is one of the best demonstrations of this concept, but this is absolutely not exclusive to it. For example….

‘Ace Attorney’ is pretty much as far away as you can get from a ‘branching narrative’ within the video game sphere. It is a heavily-linear Visual Novel where 70% of the time it won’t even let you talk to random characters at anything but the exact order it expects you to and any ‘Bad Endings’ are basically just glorified Game Over Screens. (... because this is the Internet and something something piss on the poor, I should probably specify that I am talking about ‘Ace Attorney’ because I love Ace Attorney and these are neutral descriptions of the game and not complaints. There’s nothing wrong with a game being linear.)

If there’s any Dialogue Choice in AA, it’s generally a very basic ‘right answer-wrong answer’ choice between Progress and a Penalty, or a total non-choice that just gets you to the same final result regardless. Except… Well… as we just talked about, getting to the same final result doesn’t necessarily mean a choice is ‘meaningless’, does it?

There’s actually a lot of great storytelling moments where Ace Attorney, despite its otherwise strict linearity, uses this exact sort of recontextualizing mindset I’ve talked about with Undertale to make choices with some really powerful emotional impact…. Even if technically, the ending is the same ending. It can be something as basic as ‘even if picking this Wrong Answer doesn’t get me a penalty, it still embarrassed my character and disappointed my friends/rivals and thus I feel bad for picking it’. Consequences as recontextualizing your character as more incompetent than they should’ve come across at that moment.

And then there’s moments like the iconic ending of ‘Justice for All’. That moment before Franziska bursts into the Courtroom with the case-making evidence and saves the day. The moment where it seems like Phoenix really is gonna have to pick between protecting his best friend and carrying out a rightful sentence.

The player gets to pick between the two options, but Phoenix never gets to say his choice out loud before Franziska comes running in... and yet… he, and the player, still made that choice. Even if no one ever has to experience the consequences of your choice, even if the rest of the world has no idea what Phoenix Wright would’ve chosen if the Miracle hadn’t happened, we know what we picked and that knowledge of the choice matters. Because of how we feel about this choice and what it says about our interpretation of Phoenix… and about us.

There’s also a bit of this ludonarrative device in ‘The Great Ace Attorney: Adventures’. During “The Adventures of the Runaway Room”, when you investigate the Omnibus for the second time and start finding things that… don’t quite fit together. When you’re finally starting to make progress with proving McGilded’s innocence, while also maybe starting to notice that something is… wrong with these pieces of evidence.

The unchanging linear narrative of the game is that Ryunosuke does eventually realizes McGilded's trickery, puts truth ahead of victory in court and yet, despite his effort and good intentions - the case still ends with a false Not Guilty verdict. And yet, the Player has the choice to... tweak the details.

There are several points where Ryunosuke can object, where he can call out the inconsistencies even though they help his case, where he can support Van Zieks in his accusations of tempered evidence... or he can not. Not necessarily intentionally misleading the Court as much as subconsciously trying to ignore the inconsistencies in the name of trusting his client.

And yet… in the end it doesn’t matter. Maybe Susato calls out the inconsistency instead of him, maybe Van Zieks does, maybe it remains uncontested but... no matter what you do, the case will end with a Not Guilty verdict (I mean, I guess you can deliberately fail the game but that will not progress the plot), McGilded doesn’t seem like he held a grudge (in the few minutes he had left to live), and a few cases later - Ryunosuke would always be punished for his part at this false verdict.

So it doesn’t really matter what Ryunosuke did back then? Does it matter if he did his best and called out every single inconsistencies or if he kinda half-assed it until he (and the Player) had to? He’s still going to suffer the same consequences down the line. And yet….

And yet, I think there’s something so powerful about giving us that option. About knowing that Ryunosuke, and we, did try and do something about McGilded's dirty tricks- even if it didn’t work. Or alternative, knowing that there was more that Ryunosuke and us could’ve done even if it was not nearly enough. Even if in the eyes of the game and the British Justice system there is no difference, the fact that we know what did and what we could’ve done can radically change the way the player feels about all of the later scenes concerning the truth about McGilded’s trial. It can radically change the way the player interpret Ryunosuke’s feelings about it as well.

Because even though the game itself keeps playing along with the same script regardless, that trial had irrevocable consequences for the Player.

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moonlit-midnight · 3 months ago

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Relationships with the characters:

✩ All of them are strictly PLATONIC. ✩ My Yuusona’s bio (if you want to get to know me more).

✩ Ace Trappola, Deuce Spade, Ortho Shroud.

Dynamics: Like brother and sister, Found family, True companions.

The three boys share an endearing sibling bond with Hannah. Although they’re polar opposites, she easily got along with them because their personalities are shockingly similar to her younger brothers. She enjoys cooking for Ace and Deuce, watching movies on weekends, studying together, and the duo occasionally invite her to Unbirthday parties upon discovering her sweet tooth. As for Ortho, he’s mostly seen hanging out with Hannah in the Ignihyde lounge, either playing video games, board games or geeking about technology and many other things. They became best friends right after Ortho joined the Film Research Club.

✩ Malleus Draconia, Vil Schoenheit.

Dynamics: Odd friendship, Bonding over mutual interests, Positive friendship influence.

Hannah considers her relationship with them kind of strange yet wonderful. She didn’t expect befriending a powerful prince and a famous actor, but it happened anyway. She and Malleus started off as awkward strangers. They used to be too formal and reserved around each other, but they eventually developed a heartwarming bond as time passed by. They bonded over their love for reading, cold desserts and taking long walks at night. She was so happy when Malleus told her that he has a freaking Tamagotchi. *(I own one and it’s one of my favorite gifts from my parents, sadly it no longer works). Unlike Malleus, Vil and Hannah instantly clicked. She dotes on him like she does with the first years, and Vil sees her as an older sister. Aside from being in the same club, they share a few things in common such as their love for fashion and being inspired to act from a young age. *(I was part of the Drama club during my school years and I once dreamed to be an actress because of it).

✩ Lilia Vanrouge.

Dynamics: Platonic soulmates, Chaotic besties, Partners in shenanigans.

Adeuce might be her first friends, but Lilia is the one whom she spends most of her free time with. They became acquainted simply because he’s often around whenever Malleus invites her over. The bat fae is her adventure buddy and partner in pranks. She loves exploring and shopping with him on their day off, and she absolutely delights in joining him in pranking his little family. *(They’re harmless and silly pranks btw). She thinks of Lilia as her soulmate because he’s the friend whom she feels the most comfortable to be weird with and the one she vents to when she has a hard time. They might have a very sweet and affectionate relationship, but they bicker a lot when they cook together, and despite that she finds pure joy in his presence.

✨ These are just summaries of my friendships with my favorites. I’ll post more of our lore whenever I have a chance.

✨ Dividers by @.cafekitsune | Templates from canva | Chibi sprites from twst wiki

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lovelovemenots · 1 month ago

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COLDER THAN ICE !

nhl!toge inumaki x reader

𓇼 preview: you have a habit of walking along the beach near your campus late at night, needing to be alone after many long days of classes and socializing. so what happens when there's an unexpected visitor-more specifically a star in the nhl- below you? you fall--in more ways than one.

𓇼 warnings: all characters are aged up and/or in college, strangers to friends to lovers(soo original), they go through the canon event of the GODAWFUL "casual" stage, angst, fluff, SMUT, freaky toge, he matches his "snake" name (you'll see), sunshine/grumpy kinda, happy ending!

𓇼 wc: 4.1k

𓇼 a/n: guys i finally learned how to do gradient text and i feel like a fucking coding genius. i need to elaborate on this hockey!toge thought more and i def will... not my best work for sure... oh well!

anybody, even if they aren't a fan of hockey, knows about megumi fushiguro and inumaki's dynamic. inumaki's first name was unknown by the world, similar to the rest of him. an absolute powerhouse in the world of hockey, when working together, megumi quickly wraps and weaves himself around players to block and trip them up while inumaki focuses on doing the dirty work. inumaki was ruthless, not afraid at all to fight other players or slam them against railings as he scores. the name "snake and fangs" is extremely fitting, inumaki not being afraid to bite.

you yourself weren't too interested in hockey, but your friends dragged you to their games anyways.

"is this your guys' idea of fun? are you insane?"

your friends scream loudly as players are being slammed into the plastic guarding, the only shield separating the fans and the ice. hockey was certainly not your favorite thing to watch, easily becoming overwhelmed by what to focus on, what is and isn't allowed, and the fights. your friends and their boyfriends cheer and scream for your mutual friend, megumi.

though, megumi could be the last player you're focusing on, the only player that has your attention is number 11. you process the large letters on his back spelling "INUMAKI" before you realize who he is. inumaki, a star in the national hockey league and one half of the most powerful duo: snake and fangs.

the game went on as it usually did, the only thing different was your hyper attention on inumaki, the snake. you always knew of his reputation, but you never payed much attention until now. and even though you admired him, you were never going to talk to him. you didn't even know what he looked like under the protection of his helmet. their team won, as they usually did, and you bid your friends goodbye before they went to the afterparty celebration.

a deep sigh was the first thing to escape your lips once you closed the door to your apartment--an investment you finally made in your third year of college. today was longer than most, having a full day of classes and the hockey game with your friends shortly after. it was now 10 p.m., and the only thing relieving your stress from today was the fact that you had no classes tomorrow. you soaked in one of your only times of peace and quiet in your apartment before shifting into your nightly routine.

as much as you wanted to go straight to bed, you ruined your schedule for yourself two years ago when you first started attending college. ever since the breather you took at your first party, finding a secluded beach in the process, you went every night before going to bed. and this habit wasn't going to change now, and you wonder what will happen to your sleep schedule if you move away after college.

so, as always, you change out of your clothes into something more comfortable and head out to the same secluded beach. it was familiar and felt more like home than anything, the soft sand under your feet and melodic waves crashing on the shore. it was ever the same, you didn't need to watch for anything or keep a smile in case anybody saw you. except one thing-- you surely didn't expect to fall over somebody laying in the sand.

you crash into the ground with a choked gasp, the sand-and body- softening the fall slightly. quickly pushing yourself up, you look at the person, now clear to be a young man, with utter embarrassment etched on your features. as if falling onto a guy your age wasn't awful enough, he was probably the most attractive man you'd seen in your life.

"shit, i am so so sorry-" you quickly run your hands over your face, groaning softly, "this is so embarassing."

the man laughs softly, and everything is worse. as you start to take in his features, your blush deepened and spread. he was beautiful, his features softly illuminated by the moonlight. he has silky platinum hair, a scarf covering the lower portion of his face, and dark brown eyes. no- were his eyes purple?-

before you could stare anymore than you already were, you heard soft scribbling and looked down, seeing him write into a post-it note.

'it's okay. usually nobody's out here.'

he smiled softly as he held it up, or at least you hope he was smiling, seeing his eyes squint slightly at the edges from over his scarf. his note makes you smile slightly as well, whether it was due to his silent nature or the familiar beach calming you.

"you're telling me..." you groan again before speaking quietly, "i've been coming for years and i've never seen you."

again, he scribbles quickly into his notepad and holds it up for you to see, having to squint slightly due to the moon's poor job at illuminating the sheet.

'i usually come later than this, work ended earlier than usual today.'

you nod silently, "not a big talker?"

he huffs softly at this and shakes his head, not with any serious meaning. he once again reaches for something to write with, but instead pulls out his phone and opens his notes app. the light from his phone successfully lights up his face, highlighting his features much better than the moon. yeah, his eyes were definitely purple. he faces the phone screen toward you, the bold lettering much easier to read coming from his phone.

'yeah. went to the doctor when i was a kid and found out the nerves in my vocal chords are fucked up. i can speak a bit but most of the time talking hurts like shit.'

you smile sympathetically at him and trace your finger through the sand, looking down. "it's alright, i like the quiet."

he looks back at you with a small smile, admiring your features under the moonlight. he notes that your voice is smooth and comforting, and he finds himself wanting to hear it more as he writes to hear more responses from you, and best of all hearing your laugh.

you ended up talking to the stranger until 3 a.m. that night, but you didn't mind. the cold bit at your face, but it was hard to notice even that in his company. after that night, you continued meeting at the beach for months.

even as he didn't speak, he made you laugh, hard. whether it was because of something stupid he typed on his phone, a brainrotted meme he sent you, or purely his expressions and reactions to things you tell him.

without fail, every time you smiled or laughed, he looked at you with a soft smile, losing his scarf along the way of knowing you. without fail he always found some way to touch you, whether it was wiping something off your face or burying his head in your shoulder because he's "tired." you also learned that his name is toge, he's rich as fuck, and very protective about his life outside of you.

you, on the other hand, shared a lot of your life with him. you told him extensively about all of your closest friends and family, specifically megumi. you boasted about having a friend that was in the national hockey league, gushing about how cool it was. every time the conversation of hockey was introduced, toge pursed his lips and nodded tightly, not knowing how to respond. you assumed that he just didn't like hockey, but nonetheless begged him to meet megumi, along with the rest of your friends. every time you did, he wrote 'maybe' and that 'i don't know if they'd like me.'

another thing you didn't know about toge was what the two of you were. even after a year of him becoming your closest friend, you didn't know if the word "friend" was fitting. you had fallen asleep in his arms and woken up to him softly kissing your forehead and touching each other a bit too comfortably for “friends” frequently, all while keeping the title of being close friends. your time together extended beyond the beach, almost for an entire year, buying shitty gas station food and going to an arcade. the beach looked different than it had in the winter, spring, and summer, all seasons you had spent at the beach with toge. it didn’t matter what you did, he spent most of the time observing you quietly, then softly scratching into a notepad or typing into his phone.

never real dates, but never doing anything that was simply friendly. you'd rather die than bring it up, though, and you weren't planning on moving past whatever it was now. although your meetings had started to occur outside of the beach, your beach nights were still frequent.

one particular day you spent studying in the library on campus, feeling a familiar double-buzz in your pocket. you had changed toge's ringtone soon into your friendship, knowing immediately if a text was coming from him. it wasn't hard to tell, though, as when he texted he usually spammed you. sliding your phone from your pocket, you glance at your screen and smile softly.

toge!!: hello hello

toge!!: work done…dying..only you can save me.....

chuckling softly, you type out a quick response.

'you're about to ask if you can stay over.'

toge!!: PLEASE

toge!!: i can only fully sleep and recharge at your place idk what it is

toge!!: be honest is there meth in your ac....

another thing that happened as the two of you grew closer and bonded was that he loosened up. he was incredibly funny and never failed to make you laugh just by being stupid, and so as always, you roll your eyes and bite back a smile, pushing your phone back into your pocket. no matter if you responded or didn't, he was probably already on the way to your apartment.

once your key unlocks the front door of your basically shared space, you step in to see toge passed out on your couch. you huff slightly before quietly dropping your bag and jacket off by the front door. slipping your shoes off, you walk over to where toge is laying and sit by where his head rests, watching him inhale and exhale deeply. seeing him sleeping so peacefully stirs something inside you, and your thumb lightly grazes his cheek.

toge stirs slightly and his eyes flutter open, widening at the realization of your proximity. he clears his throat and turns so his creeping blush stays hidden. pulling out his phone again, he types quickly.

‘work was shitty today. coworkers pissed me off’

you didn't press on his privacy much, but you did wonder. he's secretive about what he does for work, he's loaded, he's handsome, and he doesn't speak. as you've gotten closer he's promised to tell you sometime in the future.

so, you didn’t ask him about his work this time and let the good moment with him last, cuddling on your couch becoming a habit the two of you shared, as friends.

another particular night was hot. the winter had come and passed, and the humidity of the blazing sun was back, even when it wasn't in the sky. as you slip off your shoes and walk down the beach to your usual spot, you smile and wave when you see toge ankle-deep in the water.

you speed up, lightly jogging toward him. he lifts you up slightly in a hug, which he had begun to do shortly after knowing you. when he began to do this to greet you, unable to do so properly with words, he blamed it on your inability to not fall onto him. this might have been partially true, but he really just wanted to touch you; touching you was one of the only ways that toge could express himself fully due to his condition.

you feel him huff softly in your ear and gently put you down, smiling back at you. he pulls his phone out, but instead of typing a message out he takes a picture of you-which you quickly try to protest once you realize what he's doing- the moon slightly highlighting your features. he then goes to his notes app to type a message,

'so pretty.'

you blush heavily, hopeful that the poor lighting was hiding this, but his grin says otherwise. he kisses your forehead softly, chuckling at the way your blush deepens afterward. you press your head into his shoulder and mutter a soft 'shut up.' when you look up into his eyes again, you expect him to be smiling goofily at you and try to do something stupid again, but he's not.

instead, he gazes at you softly, slowly reaching up to cup the side of your face and lean in slightly. your breath hitches as your eyes go wide, out of shock- or maybe fear.

one other thing you learned about toge: he always acted on his impulses. so, like many other times, he did the same by closing the distance between the two of you.

your lips moved slowly, softly pressing against each other before speeding your movements and holding onto his neck, wrapping your hands into his messy hair. when he eventually did pull away, he smiled at you like he always did: his friendly and goofy smile that made your heart drop. you never really had guy friends to this extent, maybe that was just normal.

so, when you went home that day, you called him like normal and everything seemed okay. things went back to how they were before, the same dynamic in place.

again, you didn't press on his privacy much, but everyday you two spent more time together you wished to know about anything from his personal life. you’ve learned that his parents aren’t quite in the picture, but you wanted to know more. so tonight, you finally asked.

"toge.." he hums quietly at your calling, tilting his head slightly. "why don't you tell me anything about yourself?"

his eyebrows pinch together as he drops his hands from your face, shaking his head slowly. he lifts his phone again and types, opting to text you as your own phone lights up.

'soon, i promise. :)'

you roll your eyes in annoyance and look away, as he looks at you sadly, apology in his eyes, muttering "god knows when" to yourself.

when, exactly, was june 18th.

the stanley cup had finally come, and you of course came to support megumi. cheering loudly, you adorn yourself in shades of light and dark blues, the colors of their hockey team: the ice wolves.

their opposing team was their all-time rival and tied for the best team in the nhl: the blazes.

the stadium was loud, screaming coming from both sides as players zipped around each other and striked the puck, attempting to score a goal for their team. it was the final three minutes of the game and it was a tie- 3 for 3.

it happened fast and was hard to make out exactly what happened, but it was hard to miss once it did. the central attacker for the blazes, yuuta okkotsu, skated extremely close to inumaki, attempting to gain control of the puck multiple times. eventually, he shoved inumaki lightly, and his reaction was explosive.

inumaki quickly ripped off his gloves and threw them, landing somewhere on the ice. yuuta was quickly slammed into the glass railing and inumaki's fist met his face multiple times before yuuta fought back, grabbing his jersey and pushing him away. megumi intervened by shoving yuuta out of the way and screaming something you couldn't hear. though, as inumaki fell, his helmet loosened and eventually came off as he hit the ice.

cameras flashed at the speed of light before you could even react or fully see his face, quickly putting his helmet back on and skating off the ice as he was in penalty for the rest of the game.

you didn't check your phone much after the game, heading straight to the beach and spending almost all night there, but toge never showed. you eventually left and used your phone for entertainment, one news article catching your eye.

BREAKING NHL: MYSTERY PLAYER INUMAKI, OR "THE SNAKE" 'S IDENTITY HAS BEEN REVEALED

you click on the article, curious as you never got to get a good look at who he was at the game before he out his helmet back on. it took a second to load, but once it did-

toge.

you quickly text him, no doubt blowing up his phone with messages.

toge????

read 11:17 PM

this is why you've been hiding what you do??

read 11:30 PM

can you call me please

read 11:38 PM

this continued for weeks.

you failed to hear from or see toge at all, and he hadn't been spotted by any press either. you even resorted to texting megumi, begging to know where he was.

"i'm sorry, y/n, i seriously don't know" megumi sighed, "if i did i would tell you."

you turn around, walking out of the hockey arena exasperated. you were once again checking for him at the team's practices, and had even been asking megumi if he was showing up to them (he wasn't) or if he had seen him (he hadn't). not only were you worried sick about not seeing him at all, he was missing practice and faced the risk of getting suspended or removed from the team.

you walk to your car as quickly as possible, bumping into someone on your way out the door. you look up to say a quick sorry and flash a smile, when you see him.

"toge," you sigh, anxiety creeping in your voice. "where have you been?"

toge's eyes widen when he sees you, quickly grabbing your hand and delicately leading you to the first room he sees, a meeting room for the executives of the team. you were angry, furious, at him, shoving him away from you and tears quickly brimming in your eyes. you were hurt, and rightfully so. he quickly closes the blinds to the room and looks around frantically, spotting a whiteboard on the wall and quickly writing.

'im sorry im so so so sorry. let me explain- hold'

you turned away, reaching for the door handle, until he gently grabbed your arm and pointed you to the whiteboard, everything written.

‘im sorry y/n, i fucked up, i just genuinely freaked out and ghosted everyone. you have this fucked up effect on me and i can’t get you out of my damn head. i was being selfish and i am selfish because i love you and i know you deserve better but i don’t care. i love you’

you violently shake your head, tears falling from your eyes. “deserve better than me? what the hell are you talking about toge? all i’ve ever wanted is you, toge” your voice trembling and shaky. you couldn’t continue, burying your face in your hands.

he quickly embraces you fully, rubbing your back comfortingly and kissing the top of your head. he whispers so quietly, even you’re barely able to hear it. “im sorry.”

you hated him for what he did, and still all you wanted was for him to hold you. you didn't know what to do, so you did what became tradition for the two of you. you lean up to him, softly placing your hand on the side of his face and stroking your thumb against his cheek, his eyes fluttering shut as you both lean into each other.

the kiss starts slow, an apology. his hands hold your head and rub your back, begging you to forgive him through his movements. and you do, as your lips move more feverishly and your tongues begin clashing together, toge pushing you against the meeting table.

his lips move down to your neck, slowly taking off your tank top from that day. suddenly, you push yourself away from him and gasp, "toge- the door-" which he kisses you quickly again in response, quickly locking the door and moving back to you.

you become more intense than before, promptly undressing each other. once you are fully undressed, toge pulls away from you and takes you in, all of you. his eyes shift from longing to pure hunger, moving toward you again and moving lower, eventually moving to kissing and sucking the side of your breast. you moan quietly and tug his hair, when you feel a sharp sensation where his lips once were.

looking down, you quickly realized that he bit you, and you instantly become as ravenous as he was. you pull him toward you again, whispering, "please, toge. i need you."

he gives you a smirk before kissing your breast once more, then up your body until he reaches your lips, pushing into you slowly. you moan and wince slightly, he was bigger than anybody you had been with before. he notices your soft sound and gently caresses your face, looking at you with pure adoration in his eyes. he kisses your forehead carefully, waiting until you give him the go-ahead to start moving.

and once you do, you almost regret it. that feeling is quickly replaced with pleasure, though, as he pushes in and out of you desperately. another thing you've come to learn about toge, he sure can grunt despite his throat condition. you can barely hear the sounds he's making, though, over your whines and gasps. he continues to kiss you when hes pounding into you, sucking gently on your neck before biting once again, swiping his tongue over what would surely become visible marks in the following hours.

and every time he delivered a particularly sharp thrust or nipped into your skin, you responded by tugging his hair, eliciting soft whines from his lips and stuttered movements. once his movements became completely wild and based on instinct, you knew he was getting close, and so were you.

you pulled him closer than he was before, impossibly so. he pulls away to look at you, conflicted. you nod at him, "i'm on the pill, toge."

that was all the confirmation he needed before he thrusted into you for the final times, pushing completely inside of you and releasing. he moans at the feeling of you pulsing around him before slowly pulling out and pecking your lips repeatedly, mouthing i love you.

you pull him into a final kiss before getting dressed again, about to walk out to your car. he pulls you into him again, looking confused and pulling out his phone.

'where are you going?'

"what do you mean? i was gonna go home, we're friends again."

a flash of hurt strikes his features as he looks at you sadly, typing fast.

'friends? you're fucking kidding me. y/n, we just had sex.'

"yeah, well, you've kissed me before too and expected nothing out of it, so i didn't think this was different. i didn't think you actually felt the same."

he laughs at you, shaking his head and scoffing.

'y/n, we've never just been friends and i think we both know that. have i not been clear enough? maybe i should be more obvious about it.'

he pulls you in again, kissing you deeply and picking you up, throwing you onto his shoulder. you laugh and slap his back, telling him to put you down. he doesn't though, and carries you into the players lot where his white mustang was parked. he put you down in his passenger seat, fastening your seatbelt for you and kissing your cheek again before getting into the car and driving into the city.

even after months of being together, it still takes getting used to that the two of you are actually together.

the infamous toge inumaki, or 'the fangs' had to adjust to actually being in the spotlight with his identity being revealed. he was mainly concerned for you, as you had to deal with cameras following you around as well, interrupting quality time together. however, it wouldn't stop for a while as toge was never seen smiling, let alone in public, unless you were there. he was still largely feared by the public for his behavior on the ice, even with the increased publicity of him and you together in public.

you couldn't care less, though. all you cared about was the fact that you were finally with toge. he loved your smile, and you loved how he talked late at night, nobody being able to come in between the two of you. you both never let the phone ring, and everything small about the two of you made you love him even more. he was good to you, and you wanted him more than anything in between.

thank you so much for reading!! i plan on making more parts to this, message me if you want to be on my taglist!

#toge inumaki #toge inumaki x reader #jjk #jjk x reader #toge inumaki x you #toge x reader #inumaki x reader #nhl!au #hockey!au #hockey!

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ghostgirl-22 · 4 months ago

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how do you feel about writing dom/sub stuff 👀?

i feel like i could see art and tashi having a dynamic like that or art and patrick. it would be interesting if he had a relationship like that with each of them, one past and one present.

I feel like it’s not my strong suit but I shall try it for you <3

CW: 18+ NSFW D/s, feminization, Art being the switch he was born to be probably, not proofread

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Patrick talks a big game. Really loud and brash. sometimes reckless and messy, just like a spoiled rich kid. If Art didn’t know any better he’d probably be intimidated. But Patrick’s not intimidating, actually he’s kinda easy to control.

It’s not like Art did it on purpose. He didn’t set out to learn how to make boys do what he wanted them to. But he was kinda young when he realized how easy it was. All he had to do is act a little bit needy and boys would do whatever he asked. Even Patrick. Especially Patrick.

Art barely has to do anything. Even when Patrick’s being a brat. Art pouts for just a minute and all Patrick’s bravado just goes out the window.

“Fine you can have my M&Ms you loser.”

“Okay you can borrow my hoodie for practice, just don’t mess it up. It’s my favorite.”

“I can show you how to touch yourself so it feels even better… if you want.” Like it’s nothing.

Art treats him nice enough. Patrick wants the thing that most boys want from him. He wants a kiss. He wants to sleep in the same bed.

“If I let you pick the movie… will choke me a little?” Is all Patrick really wants.

Wants Art to push him down on the bed. Tie him up with one of his soft silky expensive dress ties. So he’s face down on the bed, ass up. Wants Art to slip his knee between Patrick’s thighs and tease him till he’s gagging for it. Art can do that for him. Sometimes Art will literally gag him too… if he’s talking too much shit.

Sometimes he’ll play with Patrick for hours. Teasing his entrance. Cupping his balls. Taking the toy dildo he thought Art didn’t know he had and sliding it inside him. turning it on to vibrate. All of it before fucking him slow. Taking his sweet time. Until he can’t.

Patrick always teases him because he’s fast… too fast (“you’re like a fucking bunny rabbit”)…and woopsie… Art loses it all before Patrick can finish once. “I’m sorry.” Art whines.

“You’re not fucking sorry,” Patrick moans, helplessly. But Art is so sorry he does it all over again, just to make it up to him.

When he finally lets Patrick cum he’ll untie him. Patrick’s wrists are all achy after, his body sore. Art presses soft kisses where the red markings from the tie still linger. He never leaves marks. Not physically. Patrick just wants to cuddle with him after. Hold him close. They crawl into bed all tangled up in each other.

Being with a girl is a lot different. Art gets tongue tied so easily. Says things that make him sound like a robot or like he was born in the 1950s. Especially when it comes to Tashi. “I just think you’re swell.” It’s not what he means to say but it just comes out when Tashi takes his hand over dinner.

“Loser,” she gazes at him, amusement dancing in her pretty brown eyes. The prettiest girl he’s ever seen. Pretty like an angel. Perfect like a god.

The way Art would do literally anything for her and he can’t stop saying it.

”Like anything?” She asks him one night, they’ve been together for a while now. He’s gonna ask her to be his wife soon.

“Yeah,” Art says, shy.

She grins, twirling a lock of shiny brown hair around her finger idly. “You’re so pretty. You wanna be my pretty little girl?”

Art isn’t sure what that means but he says yes right away. He finds out the next day when she brings home a little maids outfit. Looks like the kind of girls costume you’d find at Spirit Halloween all year round. “It’s my friend’s, she was a sexy maid for Halloween last year,” Tashi smirks. ”Can you put it on? I really need you to be in uniform to clean the house.”

Of course he doesn’t hesitate. It’s a little too small, too tight, too short. The fabric is all itchy and barely covers the swell of his ass. “Take those off,” she says about his briefs and he does. He feels so obscene walking around with no underwear. It doesn’t help that it’s turning him on, his cock half hard pressing at the frills in the little dress.

She makes him do the dishes, sweep and mop the floor. Makes him get on his knees and scrub because… he “missed a spot”. All while she stands around, with her glass of wine, poking and prodding at him like a sloppy husband who wants to fuck the nanny. Pinching at his waist, smacking his bottom, teasing his dress up while he’s bent over, with her pretty little manicured toes. Making dirty comments like. “You’re just the prettiest little girl aren’t you?” “I love watching you work.” “Makes my dick hard.”

Art didn’t expect this to do anything for him but right now he’s so hard his stomach hurts. So hard he can’t think properly. He can’t stay still when she gets him back on his feet. He’s so antsy. She touches his cheek, her eyes all shiny from the wine as she stares at him. “Jesus,” she whispers. “You’re all done, aren’t you baby?”

“Mm” Art swallows. “I just…I just wanna…can you touch me?” He stammers out.

She grins and guides him to the sofa. Makes him straddle her and lets him give her a kiss. She’s barely touching him over the fabric of the maid costume when he loses it all over.

“Mm no fuck…” he whines, embarassed. “No ‘m sorry. ‘m so sorry.”

She giggles. ”Silly girl. It’s okay. Come on, lick it up.” She presses her fingers to his lips and he opens up.

“That’s right. Good girl.” She whispers, coaxing more fingers inside. And just like that he’s getting hard again.

#challengers fic #challengers smut #art x patrick #art x tashi #art donaldson smut #patrick zweig smut #tashi duncan smut #artrick #artashi

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tie me up, pin me down | (s)

synopsis: husband!alex indulging his wife´s request to dom him then taking over when she teases him too much

pairing: alex quackity x reader

words: 4k

warnings: husband/wife dynamic, dom/sub dynamic, teasing, cowgirl position, reverse dynamic, sub!alex

“You wanna—what?”

Alex kneads your hips in his hands, eyes searching yours for clarification. You were nestled in his lap, arms slinked around his broad shoulders as you stared deeply into his dark eyes. Alex held you easily, your body molding to his in a practiced motion the two of you had perfected over the years of being together.

“Are you serious?”

A throb between your thighs leaves you aching as you roll your hips into Alex’s lap. Your husband lets out a soft sigh at the feel of your plush ass pressing so deliciously against his bulge.

“Of course,” you grumble, hands twisting his wedding ring delicately. “I wanna top you, seriously.”

Alex takes in your words as a slight grin works its way onto his freckled face, urging you harder against his growing erection while humming lowly. The two of you enjoyed a little power play every once in a while.

Though you had never outright asked to top him, you and Alex always fell into an easy rhythm; you’d take what he gave you, and he’d give you all you could need. It was fun, it was easy, it was sexy.

“Hmm, are you sure you want to? Maybe I’ll be super bratty, like you!”

Your hand slaps his chest, a mewl escaping you when you grind just right; your clit pulses as you bear down on your husband’s arousal. Your lips peck at his jaw and neck, your hips growing greedy as they rocked again and again against him. He already had you losing yourself in him, and it was just so unfair how weak he made you.

“First off, I’m not bratty—“

“Sure, you’re not.”

Lips press into a thin line, and the first move is made when you press manicured nails into the soft skin of Alex’s jaw. His cheeks are mush against your fingertips. You deliciously squirm at the feel of holding him in place, panting against his lips and keeping him still.

“Don’t interrupt me,” Alex’s eyes give the green light, and you continue. “Second off, I can handle anything you throw my way.”

“Can you?”

It’s muffled against your fingertips but doesn’t stop the smile from crawling onto Alex’s lips like a Cheshire cat. You scoff, releasing his jaw and pouting in his lap while you look at him.

“I can, and you better believe me. I’ll tease you till you’re crying and begging me to stop.”

Your husband is non-threatened, chuckling and unable to hold back his smirk as his hand skims your sides and comes to massage your chest. His deft fingers easily find the curve of your tits. His thumb runs over your nipple, and you have to bite your lip to keep from moaning and arching into his chest.

“We’ll see. That’s usually you, you know.”

“Just watch me,” you say, leaning in and capturing Alex’s lips in a hot kiss.

He groans and pulls you closer, already growing desperate as he gathers you in his arms to lift you and take you to the bedroom. Your legs wrap around his waist effortlessly, and you giggle when he hoists you up into the air.

“C’mon, no more games!”

The two of you are a mess of tangled limbs and panting breaths for the rest of the evening.

Days pass. Alex is busy with work, and you’ve got your own thing going on: cooking, shopping, relaxing. You’re secretly plotting and praying Alex doesn’t know. He saunters around like he’s innocent. A stretch in the living room here, a towel wrapped around him there. Post-shower, mind you. Your husband was making you hot under the collar, and you hated it. You need to get under his skin and make him feel crowded and needy.

Oh, you were plotting. You make his favorite. Tamales Rojas. Red tamales. It’s labor mixed with love as you tenderly make each one with a smile on your face. Alex greets you with a pleasant sniff and arms wrapping around your waist. “Smells good in here. What are you doing, trying to convince me of something?”

“No, I just wanted to do something special for you.”

You whisper and turn in his arms to wrap yourself around his shoulders. You get close enough to kiss, and you can see his eyes darting down to peer at your lips. He pulls you closer to his body by your hips; he’s familiar with you, and he knows you can’t resist crumbling before him when he towers over you just like this. Yet, you’re still standing, and your grin has turned into a full-blown smirk.

“Ready to eat?”

Alex’s eyes are dark and stormy, and they drink you in like a full glass of red wine. He hums lowly, thumbs rubbing at your hip bones before skimming your waist and tugging you closer by the small of your back. “I’m ready for something else.”

Despite the aching call for submission that comes from your gut, you manage to resist and worm your way out of Alex’s shocked arms. He stares at you curiously and follows like a dog to the kitchen. Alex doesn’t say anything, but you know he’s wondering why the two of you aren’t fucking right on the kitchen table.

You plate the tamales for him, the spicy pork making your mouth water as you set his plate in front of him.

“Thank you, baby.”

“You’re welcome,” and you’re sitting opposite him with crossed arms and legs.

You weren’t expecting the retaliation from Alex, though, who corners his plate like a man starved. He looks the exact same as he would, as if he was going to eat you out, his tongue darting out to lick his lips as he crowds the plate like it was your sweet pussy. Your mouth runs dry as Alex starts to feast, making soft groans of pleasure as he tears his teeth into the masa and pork.

Alex’s eyes are dark when they drift up to yours. He looks hungry. His eyes watch you for a moment before he wipes his lips and takes a sip of water. “Aren’t you going to eat?”

“No I–I am,” you mumble, cheeks flushing and eyes darting away as you try to conceal your shy gaze. “What do you think?”

“It’s fucking delicious, babe. I’ll do the dishes tonight,” and he drawls his words out in a way that makes your thighs squeeze together. “You really outdid yourself, didn’t you, mi amor?”

He knows he’s hitting all your weak points. He absolutely knows what he’s doing with the praise that sends heat down to your throbbing clit. You take a tentative bite and nod, not dignifying him with a response. Alex smirked before crowding his plate and beginning to eat even more voraciously.

Alex groans, licking his lips and smacking them as if he was devouring you. It’s too much, and you’re standing abruptly with your half-full plate. “I’m done. I’m gonna put this in the sink.”

“Okay, baby,” his eyes linger as you cross the room.

Even in the kitchen, you can feel his piercing gaze. You stay where you are, listening as your husband stands and approaches you. He’s quiet as he draws close, humming a random tune as he rests his chin on the junction of your neck. Then, a sharp smack echoes in the small apartment.

“Alex!”

“I know what you’re doing,” he drawls into your ear, hand taking a handful of your ass before smacking it again for emphasis. “Trying to ignore me? Even when I want you so bad…”

“I’m not ignoring you,” you whisper and try to keep the shake from your voice. “I made your favorite.”

“As if that’s not when you want something. Come on, let me have you.”

Was that begging*? Oh, it was definitely begging. You must bite your lip to prevent a smirk as you turn in his arms.

“Get to washing.”

Just like that, you leave him shell-shocked in the kitchen. You lounge in the living room, listening to Alex vigorously scrub pots and pans. You can imagine the pouty look on his face as he meticulously cleaned every dish. You had won this round.

Alex did not like to give up, though. It was one of the things you loved about him. When he was into something, he was into it. It all started with a casual Saturday morning, two days after the tamales rojos incident–as you liked to call it. It was two days of bliss, of married life with your husband. Yet, on this particular day, Alex seemed different.

He did all the chores early. He made you breakfast and carried your cup of coffee to you in bed. Usually, these sweet gestures and over-the-top affectionate moments were saved for more meaningful occasions, not just ordinary Saturday afternoons.

“Any reason for this?”

“Just wanted to do something special for you,” Alex murmurs. His eyes stare deep into yours with an intensity that makes you hot under the collar. “What’s your plan for today?”

“Oh, nothing,” you lie easily.

You were ready to put your plan into action and absolutely dominate him.

“Well, have fun with your lazy day,” Alex teased, and you leaned forward for a syrupy kiss.

But it was denied. Alex swiftly turns his head, and your lips plant a full kiss on his cheek. He smirked, and you could see the intensity of his gaze mingle with the boyish playfulness of his personality. This wasn’t any ordinary Alex. No, this was bratty, submissive and downright infuriating Alex.

If you wanted to top him, he would not make it easy for you. You put your big girl boots on, opting for a different avenue to get what you desperately wanted. Alex goes about his day like usual. You pay him no mind. You merely watch him, observe him like a zoo animal. He’d dodge a kiss here, pretend he wasn’t listening there.

He was pretty good at being a brat. It just wasn’t enough to get you to back down. You crowd him after dinner, taking steady, measured steps up to his seated form. He keeps his eyes on the TV as if he sees through you. You cock a hip and lean down to get face to face.

Alex’s breath quickens. You can feel the soft puffs on your face as you force him to meet your gaze. He holds it for a moment, and before he can swiftly turn away, your hand darts out to grip his fleshy cheeks between your fingers. You caught him.

“You haven’t been playing nice,” you murmur and shake your head as Alex tries to open his mouth, prevented by the way the pads of your fingers dig into the groove under his jawbone. You pin him in place.

“No,” you drawl. “Don’t try to speak. Just look at me. I’m already making you do it. You might as well comply.”

Alex’s cheeks lift into a smushed smile, and your lips form a flat line. Your hand tilts his head up farther, enough to see the redness float into the apples of his cheeks.

“Lemme go,” he mumbles, voice hollow and wet with spit.

“No.”

“Why not?”

You hold him for a moment longer before releasing him, your hand traveling to cup his throat. His breath hitches then, and you’re smirking at how your husband so easily enjoyed being put in his place.

“Because, I want you to go upstairs and lie flat on your back. I want you pliant, open, spread just for me. I want to devour you.”

Alex dashes up the stairs, an excited yet breathless laugh escaping him. You wait till you hear nothing before making your way upstairs. Photos of your wedding, the two of you together, and the life you had built together pass by your form.

He’s spread out in his boxers for you. A teasing smile lingers on Alex’s face as he rests on one arm.

“Hey, pretty,” he quips your usual nickname as you climb over him and settle your clothed self on top of his form. “You look good, baby.”

“I always look good,” you tease and hold a finger to his lips. “But I’m not your baby tonight.”

“Oh? What happened to my good girl?”

Your hips roll against his half-chub, a hiss escaping him as you drag your clothed pussy over the length of his cock, teasing him slowly with every circle of your hips. It’s already hot in the room, your lips parting to puff soft breaths as you worked your hips over Alex’s dick. Alex’s thighs tense with need, and you can see how he struggles from pinning you to the bed and absolutely ravishing you.

His fingers flex, and you’re sweeping his wrists into the grip of your palm and pinning them over his head. Your man playfully gasps, and your lips quirked into a smirk.

“I’m not your good girl. Tonight, I want you to surrender to me. I’m gonna fuck you nice and slow,” and you drag out your words to punctuate them with a grind of your hips. “I’m telling you, Alex, you’re gonna be begging me to cum.”

“We’ll see about that. For now, why don’t you just show me, hmm?”

Your lips meet in a fiery, hot kiss. It’s sloppy and wet with how your tongues glide together, lips sucking at the pink muscle while Alex squirms beneath you. Your fingers press his wrists further into the plush of the mattress, and Alex groans for a moment of breath.

“So unfair, I wanna touch you,” he whines softly.

“Be patient,” you utter against his lips, grinding your pussy against his hips. You were already soaking through your panties, but you kept your clothes on. “I’ll let you touch me if you’re good.”

Alex makes no real move to push you off, though you know he can. Instead, he lets you in him. Lets you kiss his lips till they’re pink, swollen, and bitten. He looks up at you with lowered lids, chest heaving as your manicured nails rake across his skin. He looked downright delicious.

You’re gentle in the way you plant kisses from his sternum down to the waistband of his boxers. You let go of his wrists, and he quickly tucks his arms behind his head to prop himself up and watch you. Your lips are plush, soft and warm as they drag over his clothed cock. His teeth sank into his bottom lip as you palmed him over his boxers, a low moan escaping him as he shifted.

He was already so hard, so wanting for you. Your fingers scrape against the sensitive skin of his tummy as you peel his boxers off, his dick leaking and flushed against his navel. You’re still fully dressed, and you can see your man eyeing you with annoyance.

“I wanna see you,” he says after a beat of silence. “Please?”

“Please, what?”

Alex’s face contorts, and while you know he’s not entirely against calling you mommy, he was certainly not used to it. It comes out quiet, meek. His eyes are shy as he glances away at the pictures on your nightstand before returning to your form. You smirk and lean so close that your noses touch.

“Say it, and I’ll take all my clothes off.”

“Please, Mommy?”

“Of course, you’re so good for me.”

An exquisite look of pleasure crosses Alex’s face when you compliment him. He leans into your palm that smooths his hair out, his eyes wide as you slowly lift and pull your shirt off. Your husband has seen you a million times like this but never got that awestruck teenage boy look off his face.

Your breasts grow exposed, nipples hardening in the cool air. You sit atop him, hands roaming over your torso as you give him a show. You huff and whine when your palms drag over your tits, and Alex’s eyes grow to saucers as he watches you. Pathetic little pleas are spoken by him, his eyes raking over your form as you pleasure yourself.

“Can you take the rest of it off? I wanna see you so bad,” Alex gives him, his voice betraying him as he begs for you.

“Oh, yeah? Want me to take all of it off?”

“Yes, I just fuckin’ said–”

You’re pinning him down again. Your eyes are dark, lashes fluttering against your flushed skin as you stare at him.

“You’ll take what I give you with no complaints. Do you hear me?”

Alex’s lip quivers, and he thrashes for a moment before relaxing. You sat on your knees above him, sweatpants still adorned, as Alex arched up to try to get some friction. You watch him squirm, humming lowly and leaning down to plant peck after peck on his sternum.

Your lips trace his pecs, softly gliding over his right nipple. A squeak escapes him, and then a moan when you take his nipple into your mouth and suck. He always did this with you. Teased you till you couldn’t take it anymore, and well, you understood, given how satisfying it was to watch your husband pathetically whimper for your body.

Sitting up, you untie your sweatpants and tug off your panties. Alex’s eyes rake over you with pure need, his wrists sitting pliantly and obediently above his head. The two of you look at each other before you’re sinking down and slotting your pussy over his cock.

“Oh fuck. You’re so wet, baby. Fuuuck, can you–ngh, y’know.”

“Not yet, honey,” you purr, dragging your soaked folds over the curve of his dick. “You feel so good, so warm against me. Oh god, fuck, wanna fuck you so bad.”

“Please fuck me,” Alex’s voice is hoarse. Desperate. “Ohmygod, pleasepleaseplease. Wanna feel your pussy, I wanna be inside you. Mommy, please?”

It’s so fucking tempting. You ground yourself faster, harder, growing near delirious as you felt his pre-cum mix with your slick, making the glide that much wetter. You’re on your forearms, hips working back and forth against Alex, his eyes rolling back and lips parting to expose the delicate expanse of his throat. Little moles dotted his skin, and a sharp moan floats past your lips.

“Fuck, I-I’m, fuck. Okay, oh god, okay.”

You’re caving and sitting up in an instant. His words just made you even hornier, and you needed to feel him now. Your hand grabs the base of his cock–a strangled wail coming from Alex–before you line him up with your pussy. He was twitching in your hand, gripping the headboard as you sank down.

“Holy shit, ngh, yes! Fuck me, please. Just move!”

“Hush, I’m moving–okay?”

It’s so hurried, and you’re immediately bouncing like a bunny in his lap. Alex can’t take it anymore, and his hands come to grab onto your hips eagerly, pulling you flush against his cock as he buries himself deep inside you. You let him, greedily bouncing up and down on his dick. He was so hard, throbbing inside you, and you couldn’t get enough of how he handled your hips and tugged you down with every bounce.

He’s so thick that his dick stretches you out with every long glide. You pant, eyes fluttering as your hands fist the sheets. Alex is privy to how you writhe and grind against his hips. Pathetic mewls are pushed from your lips, and you’re looking at him with wide eyes that beg for him.

Your thighs ache. The burn is so intense that you’re pausing above him with a trembling lip. Alex drinks you in, his thumb rubbing circles on the muscles of your legs before smirking.

“What’s wrong, baby?”

“I-I can’t,” you breathe, and you try so hard to keep moving, to keep grinding, but your thighs give out on you, and you slam back down onto Alex. “‘M too tired, can’t keep up…”

“Oh, you can’t? Sounds like you need some help,” and he’s fucking crooning at you in that soft voice that makes you melt.

You’re nodding before you even know it, hips weakly rocking back and forth as Alex sits on his forearms. The two of you stare at each other, the wet squelch between your bodies the only thing audible as you hold your gazes.

“I want you to say it,” he rasps slowly.

“Just fuck me–it doesn’t matter! I-I’m still in charge, and I’m demanding you fuck me.”

“Yeah, you’re demanding like a little brat. What you really want is for me to take control. You’re such a needy little thing. You can’t lie to me.”

“That’s not true!”

“Is it not?” Alex’s hands pull you closer, the two of you still connected. He plants his feet on the bed, and you’re immediately lifted higher into the air as he starts to thrust into you. “Look at you. You know you want it. Aww, you’re so cute like this, honey.”

You’re hiccuping, your gaze downcast as your husband fucks up into you with his raw strength. You’re crying out, grappling for purchase anywhere you can find it: the sheets, Alex’s shoulders, his chest. He fills you up so well, and your eyes grow glassy as he hits that spot deep inside you.

“Oh god, oh fuck me. Mmf! Alex, fuck, Alex–you’re fucking me so good!”

“Yeah, fuck. Ngh, I love your pussy, baby. You’re everything to me, just wanna make you feel good.”

Your hand comes to rub at your clit, puffy and sensitive, and your fingers tremble as you rub tight circles. It comes at you hot, fast, and fiery as your orgasm courses through you. Every muscle locks up, and you’re keeling over with a sharp cry as you cream on his dick.

“That’s it, there we go. That was all you needed; you just needed me to fuck you. God, can I keep going? Wanna cum so bad, wanna fill you up.”

“Fucking, yes–keep going!”

Everything’s so sensitive to the point it almost hurts, and your belly throbs with that mix of pain and pleasure. You shake above him, feeling Alex bounce your body above him before stilling and cumming hard. It’s so hot that you’re letting out a bleary whine as he fills you to the brim.

Your muscles shake above him, and your voice is weak and panting.

“I–That was not; I was supposed to top you,” you mumble, using every last ounce of your strength to lift yourself up and lay right against Alex’s chest. Your face is smushed into his smooth skin, and he wraps an arm around you immediately, pulling you closer by your waist.

“You did, for a little. You did so good, too,” Alex whispers in your ear, tongue flicking over the shell of it with a huff of a laugh. “You just can’t resist me, and I always know what you need.”

His hands trace random shapes across your ass, nails barely grazing over the sensitive flesh. You’re quiet, planting kiss after kiss along his chest and pecs. He hums lowly, not really saying anything–he doesn’t want to break the quiet.

“I love having sex with you,” you admit, head tilting up to peer at him. “I just love you.”

“Well, I’d hope so. We are married, after all.”

He’s light. Teasing. Your face flushes, and you curse at the fact that he could still make you blush like a schoolgirl. Your fingers trace a circle around his nipple, and he jerks a bit.

“You know what I mean,” you implore softly.

This wasn’t just about sex, dominance and submission, or more. This was pure, unadulterated love. You wanted to pour your love for him through your eyes, your words, your existence.

“I know. I love you so much,” he whispers your name so quietly you almost miss it.

But you hear it. It’s full of tenderness and love. It’s said in the way you whisper to your lover in the dead of night, knowing they’re not listening but also that they’re still feeling that affection through whatever cosmic osmosis connects the two of you. It’s raw. Authentic. He means the world to you, and you mean the world to him.

In this moment, it’s pure ecstasy.

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