fwb!touya who despite your agreement on not necessarily having to stop seeing other peoples, has deleted the contacts of the two or three girls he used to occasionally hook up with, when you weren’t around, the moment you two had started your relationship and everytime he crosses paths with them at school he barely even acknowledges their existence. why? ohh that’s because the moment you, the girl he desires on a soul-type of level, has agreed to be in all this with him touya’s eyes haven’t been able to look away from you, not even for a split second.
fwb!touya who a mere call or text for you telling him how much you miss and want to see him, is enough to make him skip practices with his rock band only to run over to your place and spend time with you. be it doing homework, watching movies or those weird reality shows that secretly pique his interest, playing games that usually end up in heated makeout sessions, you putting on nail polish while he styles your hair, cooking together, napping together, having sex four or five times. just you two basically being all over each others at any given occasion. touya wanted you close to him as much as possible and he was going to have exactly that.
fwb!touya who keeps telling himself you two are just ‘friends with benefits’ but from time to time he finds himself playing the guitar, compose and writes songs while thinking about you. he would’ve never wanted to admit it, for the moment, but you’ve been his muse since the first day you guys meet and the major reason for it was your smile, your laugh, your voice… that beautiful spark in your eyes whenever you looked at him… it made his heart warm up and a pleasing emptiness take over his stomach… shit… this wasn’t good at all, he was going into a dangerous territory right there and it wasn’t supposed to happen.
fwb!touya who has never marked any girl he’s slept with before nor has he ever permitted them to mark him, because he has never felt the need to do that with his past flings; yet it took only one week, three days, fourteen hours, thirty-two minutes and twenty-six seconds in your relationship to make him go around the campus proudly, a shit-eating grin on his face, with your glossy lipstick imprint onto the side of his neck right where everyone could see it while you walked around with his teethes’ mark on your neck; a statement dedicated to everybody in the school that told all of them he is yours and you are his.
fwb!touya who never holds back from showing off to everyone your close relationship. you could be talking to a classmate and he would walk up to you surrounding your waist with an arm, pulling you flush against his side, and ask genuinely curious and interested what you guys were talking about while leaning his cheek against your head as he hummed along to the explanation you gave him with that voice of yours that is as beautiful as you are, completely smitten and mesmerized. once you were talking with another classmate of yours, that was assigned as a committee with you for a school festival, about some preparations when he came up to you ignoring the other person’s presence and just fixing his intense gaze on you while asking if everything was alright and if you needed any help while delicately moving a strand of hair behind your ear and then rest it gently on the back of your head to let you know that it was fine to lean on him whenever things became too much.
fwb!touya who keeps telling you and himself that the two of you are just ‘friends with benefits’, but the way he fucks you, talks to you and overall treats you are far from being those of an actual ‘friends with benefits’ and he doesn’t notice until a random guy who’s a schoolmate of you two and fan of his band starts asking him about you, throws glances your way, tries (but fails) to flirt with you and touya is watching over you two seething as he smokes by the fences outside the school’s building, tomura being the one who makes him notices that he’s clenching his jaw so hard they can hear his teethes scratching together. it’s right then that he realizes that the reason he had suggested all that thing between you two wasn’t only because he was attracted to you, but because he has been in love with you the whole time since the start of your friendship.
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thinking about lip + carmy threesome…
you’re leaning back against lip, both arms kept clasped behind with one of his hands. his other hand paws at your tits as carmy eats you out, his strong nose rubbing into your clit, tongue deep inside.
and you’ll gasp and squirm and it only makes lip yank you back into him, his grip almost bruising.
“stay still,” he grunts into your ear. “or are y’that desperate for it?”
it’s been an hour now.
you can’t even form a coherent response as carmy licks and sucks and finally lets his fingers prod your entrance. his thick digits press deep and cause you to cum around them, hips lifting up off the bed, head thrown back onto lip’s shoulder.
they flip you around, carmy laying on the bed, you straddling his hips. with some help, you ease down onto his cock, already slick and messy from the previous orgasm. the slide is fluid and has him nestled to the hilt, letting him groan into your neck as you lay on his chest.
you’re so lost in the feeling that you don’t notice when lip stops touching you, or when his hands return on your ass. they’re big and warm, spreading the globes and watching how your cunt swallows carmy’s cock, up and down, a gentle grind.
his thumb swipes at the stretch of your cunt, which makes you whine into carmy’s shoulder, feeling lip hook his thumb inside.
“shiiitt— lip, c’mon, can’t do that t’me.” you protest, squirming against the added digit.
carmy holds you still, pulling you back down onto his cock, as lip retreats his thumb. you give a noise of relief until it’s prodding again, smearing slick over your other hole.
“no, hey!” you pipe up again, lifting your head from carmy’s chest to glare back at lip.
“y’don’t get to call all the shots, sweetheart,” lip purrs, his free hand pressing down on the small of your back, forcing you down again.
you arch away from him, using the motion to sink further onto carmy’s cock, who’s barely paying attention. his teeth scrape your shoulder, leaving little bites in his wake, both to mark his claim and to silence the little noises that threaten to escape.
when lip tries again, going back to his original plan of pressing a finger into your cunt, alongside carmy’s cock, you don’t protest. the stretch makes you whine, walls instinctively tensing, squeezing rhythmically.
making the slide easier, carmy reaches a hand between you to circle your clit, a firm pressure that makes you grind back into lip’s fingers, unable to escape the stimulation.
“i know, baby,” carmy coos, kissing and mouthing at your neck, “it’s okay, pretty girl. we’ve got you.”
the peak is blinding, mind-numbing as you wet them both, slick dripping down lip’s wrist and carmy’s balls.
“shit, shit— i’m gonna cum,” carmy grunts next to your ear, “fuck, baby. ‘s squeezin’ me so tight.”
you grind back down against him, purposefully trying to milk whatever carmy has to give. lip protests, squeezing your ass and holding your hips still.
“stay still,” he commands, before glaring down at carmy. “and we’re not done yet. hold it.”
despite the low whine carmy gives, frustrated and needing release, he somehow obeys. his eyes are squeezed shut, teeth piercing the skin of your shoulder, trying to find some sort of relief from the pressure in his balls.
with a new sense of urgency, lip removes his fingers, only to replace them with the thick head of his cock. you feel practically boneless at his point, instinctively squeezing around the intrusion, which pulls another groan from carmy.
“just relax..” lip soothes, his thumbs rubbing circles against your back as he pushes in.
it’s a tight fit, his cock sliding in besides carmy’s, your cunt restricting the both of them. you don’t even need to move anymore, body hitching upwards slightly each time lip gently pulls back only to bury in deeper, creating a friction between your clit pressing into carmy’s stomach.
it only takes a few strokes before you’re cumming again, completely overwhelmed by the new sensation. the gush of warmth pushes carmy over the edge, face buried in your shoulder as he releases deep inside, pumping you impossibly fuller.
“i’m sorry, ‘m sorry— fuck.” carmy practically whimpers into your skin, arms wrapped tight around your torso to pull you closer.
“jesus, bear.” lip complains, the snark evident in his voice.
he pulls out, your hole twitching with the sudden emptiness, again as lip lifts you up and off carmy’s spent cock. he lays you back down on the bed, your body limp and sweaty, but that doesn’t stop lip from pushing back inside.
you moan at the feeling, squirming on the sheets as lip fucks the mixture of cum and slick deeper inside, a lewd squelching sound filling the room.
carmy cuddles into your side, an arm circling around your waist, pressing little kisses onto your arms and shoulders as lip fucks himself to release. it adds to the wet mess that’s now pooling under your ass, the bedsheets sticking to your skin.
the bed dips as lip falls back onto the mattress with a spent huff. you’re panting and barely coherent, unable to form a single thought or let alone sentence. everything feels tingly in the best way, and yet carmy’s arm slung across your waist, his body pressed close, helps ground you.
a lighter sparks as lip lights a cigarette, passing it over to carmen. a second time, that he keeps for himself, and a final one that he balances on your lower lip.
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“Do you, um. Do you have to wear all the armor? Seems overkill for a stroll.”
“Your Majesty. I’m your guardian. I believe it imperative that I be at my best to protect you. And I’ve already left my helmet at your constant insistence.”
“Right! Right.. but, um.”
“Your Majesty?”
“Yes?”
“..Listen.. Do you hear that?”
“Um, no? No, what is it?”
“…Silence. Blissful, sweet silence. Let’s keep it that way, yeah?”
“Oh.”
@silverskye13
I couldn’t sleep until I drew these guys (I’m learning armor be proud!!)
Prince Tanguish came to me in a dream (daydreaming at work while severely bored). I don’t know much of Royalty and all that, but I see Tanguish as something similar to an advisor to Tango? Within his council methinks. With Welsknight as Tango’s guardian. And Tanguish, instead of stealing, is constantly sneaking out of the castle (Tango makes fun of him for it and Welsknight hated him for it cuz he’d have to go looking for him if he stayed out too late, before Helsknight was appointed his guard at least). Or maybe he still steals, but it’s just small trinkets he sees? Stuff he can’t find in the castle. (Those homemade muffins were really to die for)
Helsknight didn’t want to become a personal guard, but wouldn’t deny the opportunity to annoy the hell out of Welsknight daily. I can also see Helsknight being acknowledged by the royal family by him helping Tango. Like Tango followed Tanguish when he was sneaking out, got hurt (fell when climbing down the castle walls?), and Tanguish ran into Helsknight first while looking for help [Of course Wels wouldn’t be there]. He’s a bit bristly at the beginning (the little dialogue at the beginning was one of the first things I thought of lmao) but he warms up eventually.
Anyways,, is making an art of an au of an au weird? It’s certainly was weird to type that sentence!
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