#and could fairly easily be enticed back

[deathfavor]

I know this is a going to be a messy post so this is your forewarning and apology in advance for how all over the place it is. Good luck.

Kazutora is not someone who can easily break away from bad influences or habits. Quite frankly, he probably can't all on his own. The reasons vary a bit depending on the age, but it doesn't change that even if he KNOWS it's bad or fucked up, he really struggles. Whether it's a toxic connection with someone or bad habits, the claws sink in and draw him in. When he's younger, it's a mix of things. He doesn't trust few, but once he DOES, he has a very intense connection and sense of clinging on to someone. ( Admittedly that lingers in adulthood though not as severe. ) He wants their attention and approval, and he'd do a lot to gain it, in the case that it's a person. When he's older, its a mix of longing for familiarity and a sense of self punishment, and that part of him that still clings on to whatever connection was in the past. If you've had him wrapped around your finger at any point, you definitely can reawaken those poisonous vines in him again.

It's one reason I say Hanma is so dangerous for Kazutora in the future without Kazutora necessarily realizing it. It's not in the physical sense so much as Hanma KNOWS Kazutora and he's already had an influential hold over Kazutora in the past. ( Even if genuine, it is nonetheless a powerful weapon on hand. ) But it can go for anyone he's looked up to or wanted attention from at any point ever. Kazutora can be lured back into a bad situation or arrangement far too easily. Same goes in for bad habits ; when opportunity presents itself he might accept it. Less so if he's doing well, but whenever he's frustrated or sad or feeling isolated, he's more inclined to accept the opportunity or act on it.

And here's the thing. Kazutora's plenty aware he's messed up and no saint. Which is also part of what makes him more willing to accept a bad situation. Because he feels he deserves it, or it's a case of mutual destruction, of you fuck me up and i fuck you up, an unhealthy dynamic that festers and worsens. And he CAN walk away if he really wants to, but he's a very vulnerable target when he's at his worst. Kazutora can be mean, he can be manipulative, he can lash out be it in words or actions. When pushed to a point, despite all the progress older Kazutora has made, it still kicks his act first think later instincts into being in charge. Toxic / unhealthy / bad connections make him feel less guilty when the worst parts of him show up.

Kazutora, truthfully, needs someone who can pry him out of those situations. Who can intervene, but can also be patient when Kazutora slips and fucks up. He WILL and that's a fact. You can't just strongarm him out of things or it'll either make him worse or he'll never really learn it. Even if it's painful, even if it hurts, he has to reach the conclusions himself, especially in the case of a person. Be there when he's crumbling or intervene to say go home or something like that. But being like " [X] is bad for you" ? That won't do anything. He probably KNOWS that already, it's just that he thinks he deserves that pain or suffering or whatever it might be. He needs to see how it makes him worse. Otherwise without that, we end up with gestures at all my bad ending aus

[sierrale8ne]

paige bueckers x black!fwb!oc previous next

nsfw // 3.6k words, no dom/sub ordeal just pure horniness, use of an aphrodisiac, slight dry humping, thigh riding, fingering, tribbing, oral, squirting, multiple orgasms, dirty talk. inspired by this!

Venus hummed along softly to some song off of her (Paige’s) playlist as she sat on her couch. She was waiting for the athlete, who had just finished yet another late lifting session and told Venus she would be there within the hour.

The tattooed girl could very easily tell the difference in how badly the blonde had wanted to be around her these last couple weeks, and it hadn’t even been just about sex. Going on drives, to the movies, even just sitting on the couch and talking. Venus knew she couldn’t let it keep going like this, especially with how her feelings had grown from lust to love in what felt like a matter of seconds. But she had Paige in a way that nobody else did, so she would take what she could.

She heard the knock at her door and—shamefully— shot up and ran to it, opening the door fairly quickly to Paige in a SKIMS cotton ribbed tank top, the same one Venus swore up and down she had stolen last weekend. A black backpack rested on her shoulder and grey Nike sweat shorts were on her waist, exposing her long tanned legs, muscular from all the time she had spent in the gym lately.

“Wasted no time opening this door, huh?” The blonde joked, stepping aside and into the apartment. Her arms finding a home on Venus’s hips.

“Didn’t wanna hear you complain about me taking so long.” Venus responded.

“I don’t complain.”

“You’re complaining right now, or am I thinking things?” Venus chuckled, taking a hold of Paige’s hand and dragging her into the living room, retaking her spot on the couch.

Paige’s sea blue eyes raked over Venus body. Grey sweatpants that hung so low on her hips that she swore one more tug would’ve left her bottom half nude. Her top half was covered by a white tube top, the obvious tan lines on her from the Connecticut sun, peaking through. Venus’s hair was different, now instead of the jet black 30in hair she sported a week ago, she had her hair done in beautiful boho braids.

Paige was nearly drooling.

And her obvious hunger, reminded her of what she wanted to talk about in the first place.

Paige reached towards the floor, and into her bag. “So I was scrolling on TikTok the other night.” She began explaining, “and I came across, this.” Paige placed the box on Venus’s lap.

The box was a nice matte black, gold decals on the seam and decorating the simple font on the front. Limited edition: PINK CHERRY, followed by a very large center font. TABS.

Venus inspected it, slightly confused, before flipping it over, suddenly very intrigued with Paige’s nasty idea. “So like a honey pack, but chocolate.” Venus chuckled, pushing her hair out of her face.

“N-sure. Like a honey pack but chocolate.” Paige rolled her eyes. “You’re such a mom, reading all the information on the back. I promise you’ll be okay.” She joked.

Venus simply brushed the athlete off her eyes glued to the back: Break. Bite. Bang. Pleasure-boosting white chocolate, cherry blend with high-quality natural ingredients to increase your sex performance. She was intrigued.

Opening the box. the girl was met with three different squares, and admittedly, the chocolate looked very enticing. She grabbed one, popping it into her mouth without hesitation.

“Wait! Baby, we were supposed to take them together. Dumbass.” Paige groaned, reaching over and grabbing the second one for herself. She hummed at the flavor.

“Whatever. Split this last one with me.” Venus asked, snapping the chocolate in half and handing the blonde the triangular shaped piece. She closed the box before tossing it on the coffee table. “Now what?”

“You were the one doin’ allat reading. You tell me.”

Those were the last words that rang through the air as the pair sat on the couch. Paige had her legs spread as she sat back with her eyes darting around the room. Venus on the other hand, pulled her legs onto the comforting grey cushions, snuggling into the blonde’s side. She’d smelt like a nice mixture of roses and vanilla, a combination credited to the blonde’s body wash and shampoo respectively. The slight hint of cologne wafted through her nose, making Venus let out the slightest little moan.

The package had mentioned a 20-40 minute wait time and effects that would last for up to three hours, but truthfully after about half an hour, Venus was starting to feel the effects in full form. The box mentioned an amplified emotional connection, but she didn’t think it would be this serious. While her legs were definitely glued shut at this point her mind was running a thousand miles a minute and her heart nearly beat out of her chest. She didn’t know if she could really blame that on just the chocolate.

“You doin’ okay, blondie?” She asked lowly, taking her eyes off the poor Netflix movie Paige had chosen to pass the time, and instead looking over at the girl next to her. The flush on her ivory skin was indescribable. Paige’s chest rose and fell at a rapid rate, her hardened nipples very clear under Venus’s her shirt. She bit her bottom lip softly, and her eyes fluttered every time they closed. “Holy shit, it’s working!”

“Yes, it’s fucking working.” Paige gulped, and the girl’s eyes followed the bob of her throat.

Paige’s right arm was draped over Venus’s shoulder, pulling her close. The heat that radiated off them felt like a dream. Venus’s crazy sex appeal didn’t help her either. The tattoos across her upper body practically glowed under the small lamp light, hair beautifully framing her sculpted face, and the lips Paige loved so much, covered in a sheer pink lip balm. “Im not gonna lie, you got me so fuckin’ soaked right now.”

“Wanna show me?”

That was the nail in coffin. Paige reached over, pulling Venus onto her lap and instantly smashing her lips against the other. They were starving, basically trying to eat the other alive. Venus’s tongue pushed into Paige’s mouth, as she chased her lips. She angled her head a little more, holding the blonde’s face between her hands as she deepened the kiss. Paige’s nails dug into Venus’s plush thighs.

“I need you, baby.” Venus breathes, pulling away from the kiss to push Paige’s hair from her face. A smile fell onto Paige’s swollen lips.

Baby. Venus wasn’t one for pet names, she thought it would cause her to fall deeper into the rabbit hole that was Paige. But she did now, and it was everything she hoped it to be.

Her hips bucked up to meet Venus halfway, desperately searching for something to ease the ache in her stomach. Their lips chased the other feverishly as they rocked back and forth. The only thing heard in the room other than their clothes rubbing and heavy breaths was the voice of the actors on TV.

“You’re killin’ me here, V.” Paige spoke against her lips, “fuckin’ killing me.”

Paige pulled off to kiss and suck at Venus’s neck. Her slender fingers dipping to the waistband of the girl’s sweats. She struggled taking them off, mind slightly clouded by her very obvious lust, but all Venus needed was for them to get past her knees. She kicked them off the rest of the way.

“Need you so bad. Mmph, Look.” Her eyes fluttered shut when Paige bit her sweet spot and eventually pulled away, but nonetheless Venus dragged her hand between her legs to her clothed cunt. The panties she wore were a nice lilac color that made Paige curse under her breath. “My pussy’s so wet for you, P.” Venus explained, using her manicured fingers to pull the cloth to the side. She softly positioned herself on Paige’s muscular thigh, pushing the material of her shorts away as she began slowly rocking on it.

“Oh my God.” Paige groaned, shocked at how wet she really was. It was one thing to see it, but to feel the warm slick on her leg was a different feeling.

The blonde pulled off her tank top, fingers immediately meeting the pink, swollen, and unbelievably sensitive nipples on her chest as Venus continued grinding on her leg.

She brought a hand to Paige’s mouth, slightly touching her parted lips before slipping two fingers into her mouth. She had only ever seen Paige wildly dominant, even if Venus was the one doing the work. So her eyes nearly rolled into the back of her head when she saw Paige wrap her lips around them and suck on them, her head slightly bobbing as she looked Venus in the eye.

Pulling out her soiled fingers, Venus let out another moan. Paige’s obvious pining combined with the tug of her clit against her muscular thigh felt like torture. “Fuck— gonna let me play with your pussy, baby?” She didn’t even give a chance for the girl to answer before sinking her hand into Paige’s shorts. Her boxers already stained by arousal. “So fuckin’ wet. Shit, Paige.” Venus’s hands slipped past the grey boxers as well feeling the warmth on her fingers and taking that as the okay to push them inside.

“Oh fuck, V.” The blonde’s head tipped back, the hands once playing with her tits now dropping to Venus’s hips, rocking her back and forth at whatever pace she pleased. There wasn’t any room for teasing with the way they were craving one another. She wanted Paige to moan in her ear now, to tell her how good it felt now, cum on her hand now.

With every push of her fingers, Venus’s hips seemed to move at an ungodly pace. Her clit throbbing so badly that Paige could feel the continued leak of her arousal. “So tight ‘round me, oh my God.”

“Venus. Fuck, ma, just like that. Right there.” Paige gripped her hips even harder, the bruises on those hips almost guaranteed at this point. “Feels good? Riding my thigh like a slut, it feels so good, yeah?”

The girl simply nodded. The pleasure she was feeling was absolutely otherworldly, her eyes rolling back slightly. She couldn’t do anything other than moan.

“I can’t wait to get a taste of you, ma. Want you to cum on my thigh first, okay? Please.” Every thrust of Venus’s made Paige’s jaw drop or eyes roll. The way she felt right now was completely indescribable. Her plump bottom lip was taken between her teeth, filthy, guttural groans escaping her throat.

“I—shit. Pleasepleaseplease, ooh fuck! Please, Paige.” Venus babbled, not even knowing if she was begging for the girl to cum, or for her own orgasm. The lust blending and turning her brain to mush as she came almost immediately. She had never came that fast in her life, no matter how good Paige fucked her.

While her hips slowed and her head gently dipped into the crook of Paige’s neck, she sped her fingers up some more. “I’m gonna get you there, make you cum on my hand. I promise.” Venus spoke into the blonde’s ear.

“C’mon, I’m so close, baby. Fuck me like that. Please, don’t stop.” Venus dipped her head down to Paige’s neck, peppering wet kisses across her jugular. The blatant pleading from the woman under her was intoxicating, she wanted to see her like this more often.

Paige had luckily stopped moving Venus across her leg, but she didn’t stop feeling her up. Hands roaming feverishly along the girls thighs and ass, stopping to grip the flesh in her hands for leverage.

“Sound so good, you gonna cum for me?” Venus asked, snaking her head to lock eyes with Paige.

Face flushed, mouth agape, her blue eyes suddenly very dark by her pupils. She looked fucking hot. It made Venus’s body tingle knowing she was the only one who looked at her like this. Who could make her look like this.

“Yes. I’m cumming, baby, I— fuck!” The high pitched moan that escaped the blonde nearly made Venus cum a second time, arousal dripping down her inner thigh. A smile formed on the girls face as she brought her thumb to Paige’s clit. She rubbed it softly, her fingers helping Paige ride it out.

Venus leaned forward to kiss her lips briefly, or at least she attempted to before Paige’s large hand snuck into her braids and pulled her in deeper. She slipped her hand out of the blonde’s, now completely soaked, sweats, bringing her slim manicured fingers closer to her mouth.

“You’re unreal.” Paige spoke breathlessly when they finally pulled away. Bringing her fingers to her mouth, the piercing on her tongue making an appearance as she licked all of Paige from her fingers, humming at the taste before removing them.

“You taste so good, P.”

“Clothes off.” The blonde demanded, slightly pushing Venus off her lap.

The atmosphere suddenly shifted. Whatever was in those chocolates was working because neither one of them was so fast to start taking off their clothes. Paige kicked off her sweats and boxers, eagerly lying back on the couch with a hand between her legs and watching Venus pull off her dripping panties and tight fitting white shirt.

“You can’t wait for me?” Venus teased, pushing the girl’s hand away from her sopping cunt and situating herself between Paige’s legs. “What?” She asked, noticing the way those enticing blue eyes stared at her body. Raking over her perky tits, toned stomach, hips that sported bruises from just minutes prior, her folds and how they glistened in arousal.

Licking her lips, Paige shook her head, practically in disbelief. “You’re just so gorgeous. I keep forgetting.” Her hands reached for Venus’s hips, pulling her closer so she could slot their legs together. “Been thinking about you and this pussy all day, pretty girl.”

Venus shifted forward, pushing her cunt right onto Paige’s and searching for that perfect angle. It was a bit of a struggle getting in the perfect position, the abundance of wetness in between them both caused Venus to slip but once she found it, it was endgame.

Paige bit on her lower lip so forcefully she almost drew blood, her strong hands found their home on either side of Venus’s hips again, assisting her in grinding against her.

“Tell me.” Venus asked, her breathing slightly picking up. “Tell me what you been thinking about, P”

Her statement was followed by desperate jerks as she rolled her hips and pushed her swollen clit against Paige’s, however, the pleasure became increasingly intense. Paige meeting her halfway while those hands trailed up to her tits made Venus’s. eyes water and eyebrows furrow tightly.

“You riding me—fuck—lookin’ so damn fine on top of me.” The athlete explained, the sensitivity making her orgasm build in her core already. “Pushin’ these legs to your ears and making you take me. I’d fuck you so good, baby, you know that? Get so deep in it you’d be cryin’ for me.”

“Paige—”

“Bend you over every fuckin’ surface in this house.” Paige continued as the tension increased, driving Venus to pick up the pace. Kneading at the girls chest, pinching at her nipples before sitting up slightly and pulling the right one into her mouth. She swirled her tongue around the flesh, looking up through her eyelashes at how Venus bit her lip.

She moved her attention to Venus’s other breast, leaving red marks as she went before suckling on that nipple as well. Venus let out a moan into her ear, the friction between them had them both soaking wet on the couch.

“Mmm— How hard I’d make you cum,” Paige started as she pulled back, looking between her legs at the mess on her thighs. “Have you squirt all over me, on the floor, on this damn couch.”

“Shit, baby!” Frantic moans tumbled out of Venus. The room was filled with the sounds of her high pitched whimpers and Paige’s words and blissed out curses. And don’t forget about the wet, smacking sound of hot skin against skin.

“Fuckin’ gonna make me cum. Keep talkin’, please.”

“Shit— I wanna eat you ‘til you’re begging me to stop. I wanna stretch this pretty pussy so wide with my cock. You’d like that, huh? My nasty li’l slut.” Paige was blabbering at this point, sharing her filthiest thoughts while her orgasm approached, the coil in her stomach nearly snapped. “Shit’s leaking for me, baby. You’re so wet, oh my God. Fuck, V.”

She was getting close, her back was arching, and Venus was drooling at the sight of her toned abs and perfect tits put on display the tan of her biceps and tan lines on her torso— it was a sight that was nearly enough to push the tattooed girl over the edge. Paige was eagerly meeting her halfway, bucking up into Venus with haste.

“Good girl. You’re so good, baby, just like that.”

“‘M gonna cum, fuck!” Venus announced, covering Paige’s cunt in her release and the blonde followed soon after with a cry of the girl’s name. Venus held onto Paige’s waist slowing her movements to ride them through their high before sliding off and slumping against the other slide of the couch.

Her chest heaved, and even despite her powerful orgasms and obvious exhaustion from her exertions, the pulse between her legs was undeniably painful. Her clit was so sensitive and the feeling in her lower abdomen seemingly went away for five seconds before coming back like a tidal wave.

“Let me clean you up.”

“What?”

“What?” Paige mocked, “you heard me. Open your legs, ma.”

Paige was a tease. Because while Venus for sure thought she would wipe her down with her shirt, she nearly cried when she felt the girl’s tongue on her clit. The soft kitten licks were enough to break her apart on Paige’s tongue.

“Box said three hours, so let me get you right.” Paige commented, swirling her pointed tongue around the bud. “Wanna make you cum as many times as you need it, baby.” That tone of voice made Venus’s eyes roll to the back of her head, vibrations forcing her legs to close around that full head of blonde hair.

Paige found a grip on her thighs, spreading them wide as she dived deeper into Venus’s cunt. Her nose nudging at the girls clit, sending Venus into a frenzy of moans and whines.

“Paige, oh fuck. Paige!” Her back arching as her hand slipped into the athlete’s blonde hair. Venus’s hand slipped down to her shoulder, making making some sort of attempt to squirm away and get some kind of air back into her lungs.

“Don’t run, baby. You can take it.” Paige murmured, pulling back to push a strand of hair behind her ear, before pulling Venus closer.

“Too much, P.”

“Ion care. Hold your legs up.” She said before going back to her meal.

Paige’s tongue dug deep into Venus’s hole, her left hand spreading her folds open and her right thumb used to add pressure to the girl’s clit. And despite her reluctance to, Venus held her legs open, nails digging into the flesh on her inner thighs as Paige ate her out until she saw stars.

“You taste so good, so fuckin’ good, mama.” Her lips wrapped around Venus’s clit like a straw, sucking and sucking and sucking until the girl’s legs fell from her grasp and shook on the couch cushions. “You not tapping out on me yet, are you?”

“N-No, no— fuck, m’ cummin’—”

Paige nearly laughed, lapping at Venus’s essence with her strong muscle, “I know. C’mon, pretty girl. I gotchu.”

Venus’s orgasm washed over her as she squirted, the inevitable squelching sound of her arousal spraying out of her bounced off the walls of her apartment. Her neighbors by now knew Paige’s name and just how good the blonde had made her cum, with how loud she was moaning.

Spurts of the liquid covered Paige’s face and chest as Venus finally came down from her high. Her legs never stoped shaking because the girl’s tongue never stopped moving, Paige finally worked on cleaning her up. Once her mouth finally detached from Venus’s trembling pussy, she began slow kisses up her body, her hipbones, her abdomen, her sore nipples and decorated neck, before finally connecting their lips.

Venus hummed at her taste off of Paige’s lips. The kiss slow and passionate, completely different than the manner in which they just had sex. Venus licked the girl’s bottom lip tasting herself some more when her tongue clashed against Paige’s.

They were drinking in one another, taking advantage of this opportunity as if anything could take it away. Paige’s hands cupped her face, holding Venus close. She craved her every minute of every day, her body was pulled to Venus like an otherworldly force pushed them together. She lived off of whatever Venus thought of her, she changed the things that Venus despised just to make her happy. Hell, the name Venus ran circles in her head, lived there rent free, and played like a broken record over and over and over again.

“God, I fucking love you, Paige.”

So when she heard those words ring into her ears and be spoken against her lips she nearly passed out.

“Y-you what? What did you just say?”

“Nothing.”

“No. Don’t do that, say it again.” Paige directed, sitting up from her position and looking the girl in her eyes, hands clasped almost permanently on her cheeks. “Say it.”

“I love you?” The sudden confidence had disappeared. Venus was almost sure that she had ruined this, that her admission was gonna make Paige stand up and throw her clothes on and walk right out of her door and her life.

But it didn’t.

Paige had let out a breath she didn’t even know she was holding in and connected their lips again, this time in a much shorter exchange.

“I love you too.”

authors note this was the nastiest shit i’ve ever written, i feel like tumblr gives me free range. final part coming whenever i finish it 🌚 might take a lil longer… also thank you guys so much for all the support! it is very much appreciated 🥰

[softspiderling]

i’ll call you mine

summary:

“Sorry, what were you saying?”

“I think you’d really like my friend Jaycee.”

Jaycee. Cregan imagined a blonde, not much different from his cousine. The girls in her sorority looked like a dime a dozen. He couldn’t say he was particularly enticed.

“I’m not really looking to date right now, Sar,” Cregan hedged and Sara only groaned.

“Oh come on, Cregan, I really think you should-“

Cregan didn’t really hear the rest of Sara’s words, because Jace walked into the lecture hall, his eyes scanning the seats before stopping on Cregan, giving him a small wave. Cregan lifted his hand to call him over, before shoving his bag off the seat.

“Hey Sara, I gotta go, class is starting.”

OR; Cregan has a crush on this guy in his class, and his cousin wants to set him up with one of her sorority friends. Also, he’s still kind of in the closet. Good times.

pairing: jacaerys velaryon x cregan stark, modern au!

warnings: slight ooc, comes with modern aus, imho

word count: 2,1k

author's note: the jacegan/haylor 2.0 brain rot is real. this idea came to me literally this afternoon and i just wrote it down lmfao. hope you like it <3 plss pls pls leave some kind words/reblogs! this is for jacegan nation <3

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Cregan had always known he was into guys ever since he was younger. Whenever he was hanging out with his friends, they moaned and talked about Rhaenys, the singer of the The Conquerors, and occasionally about about the drummer Visenya. Cregan tried to chime in as much as possible; they were pretty. He was just impartial to Aegon, the lead guitarist. If Cregan ever chose to tell his friends he was into guys, he didn’t think they’d judge him, they had seemed fairly unbothered when one of their teachers had turned out to be gay.

But Cregan had never felt the need to tell anyone he was into his guys; after his first two girlfriends everyone had assumed he was straight and Cregan never corrected them. While he did have an occasional crush at a player from the opposing team or a frequent customer at the coffee shop he used to study at, it was never something he found worth pursuing.

That changed, however when Cregan got into university. Every other guy was insanely hot and made him question if he ever was into girls in the first place. One especially, Jace, from his Gender Politics class, had Cregan sweating every Wednesday morning, with his lean arms, his brown curls and the freckles on his nose.

“Hello? Are you even listening to me?”

Cregan frowned, pressing his phone harder against his ear. His cousin, Sara, had been chatting about her sorority for the past fifteen minutes and he had clinked out about the second time she said “so rad.”

“Sorry, what were you saying?”

“I think you’d really like my friend Jaycee.”

Jaycee. Cregan imagined a blonde, not much different from his cousine. The girls in her sorority looked like a dime a dozen. He couldn’t say he was particularly enticed.

“I’m not really looking to date right now, Sar,” Cregan hedged and Sara only groaned.

“Oh come on, Cregan, I really think you should-“

Cregan didn’t really hear the rest of Sara’s words, because Jace walked into the lecture hall, his eyes scanning the seats before stopping on Cregan, giving him a small wave. Cregan lifted his hand to call him over, before shoving his bag off the seat.

“Hey Sara, I gotta go, class is starting,” Cregan said, effectively cutting her off. She only sighed and he could basically see her rolling her eyes at him.

“Fine. But you’re not getting out of this so easily.”

He knew he wasnt.

“Bye Sar,” Cregan said, ending the call just in time to see Jace scoot into his seat. He looked great, as usual. The sunglasses on his head pushed his curls back slightly, his button up open over his white tank top.

“Hey, who were you talking to?”

“Just my cousin,” Cregan said, sliding his phone into his pocket. “You look good.”

“Thanks!” Jace said, beaming at him. “Have you done today’s reading?”

Cregan nodded, pulling a face as he opened his Macbook.

“Yeah and it was awful.”

The lecture passed quickly, just like it always did when Jace was there. Cregan wasn’t sure what it was about the other guy, but they just instantly clicked the first time they talked. It just felt like they were supposed to know each other. When the professor ended the lecture, Cregan and Jace both packed their stuff. Cregan always looked forward to Gender Politics, not necessarily because it was an interesting lecture, but because it was the only class he had with Jace. He hadn’t been bold enough yet to ask him to hang out privately.

“Alright, I’ll see you next week, right?” Jace asked, shouldering his backpack.

Cregan nodded, giving Jace a grin as the brunet turned to leave. To Cregan’s surprise, he stopped, looking back at Cregan.

“Hey, I don’t really know if it’s your thing or not,” Jace started, making Cregan hold his breath. “But there’s a party tonight at Alpha Phi. Do you maybe want to go? With me, that is?”

Surprised, Cregan was stunned for a second before he nodded, an easy grin on his face.

“Yeah, sure. Sounds like it could be fun.”

“Cool,” Jace said, pulling his phone out of his pocket, handing it to Cregan. “Put your number in, I’ll text you the details.”

Gingerly, Cregan typed in his number, making sure it was correct, before handing it back to Jace.

“Cool,” he repeated, his cheeks pink. “Um, I’ll see you tonight then.”

Cregan nodded and Jace saluted at him, turning to leave.

“Don’t keep me waiting, Stark!” he called over his shoulder.

The frat house was packed when Cregan arrived a little after ten later that night. This was a bit out of his comfort zone. While he liked to go out every once and then, frat parties weren’t really his thing. He only went once, during his intro week, and Sara had promptly danced on the tables in her bra. He was mortified.

He had been contemplated asking Sara to come, so he wouldn’t be by himself, but inviting Sara meant questions. Why are you going to a frat party? Who’s Jace? How come you never come to frat parties when I ask you to come?

Cregan really didn’t want to deal with any of those questions. So he sucked it up and went by himself. Squeezing past the people at the front door, Cregan immediately smelt cheap alcohol, sweat and beer. He just hoped he’d find Jace soon. With some difficulty, Cregan shouldered into the living room, looking to find a familiar head of curly hair, when he finally spotted Jace by the backyard door. Though he wasn’t by himself.

A prettt dark skinned girl was pressed into his side as she talked, her blonde hair curling around Jace’s shoulder. Cregan couldn’t help but feel a surge of jealousy. Jace had asked him to go to the party, why was he cozying it up with someone else?

When Cregan saw the girl lean in even closer to whisper in Jace’s ear, making him bowel over in laughter, he couldn’t help but feel a pit of disappointment in his stomach.

He should’ve known.

With a small groan, Cregan rubbed his eye, turning on his heel to leave, bumping into several people, but he ignored their exclaims. Of course a guy like Jace was straight. He had probably asked Cregan to come to be his wingman or whatever. Resigned, he took his phone out, texting his cousin.

Cregan: you can go ahead and set up the date with your friend

sara: omg!!! finally!!! i promise you guys at eso perfect for each other

He felt bad for letting Sara set up the date, but honestly, maybe her friend was cute and could help him get over this crush on Jace.

“If I had known that you were in such a bad mood, I would have set the date for another day.”

It was close to noon the next day, and Cregan was staring daggers into the foam of his coffee. It was just his luck that Sara had managed to set the date right for the next day, and she hadn’t even given him a chance to back out again. He was still in a foul mood. After he had left the party last night, Jace had been texting him a handful of times. He hadn’t really made up an excuse to text him back yet.

Jace: hey, got a beer waiting for you. when are you gonna be here?

Jace: ?

Jace: not cool, dude

Cregan still didn’t know how he was supposed to see Jace in class for the rest of the term. He considered just dropping the class, maybe retaking it some other time. He leaned back in his seat, as Sara checked the time again.

“Your friend’s not really big on punctuality, is she?” Cregan asked and Sara gave him a look.

“Jaycee’s not-“ She broke up, her eyes widening in recognition. “Nevermind. Finally.”

Cregan craned his head to look at the entrance, hoping to get a look at Jaycee before he had to talk to herc but there was no girl to be seen. Only Jace.

Wait.

Cregan nearly choked on his own spit when Jace walk into the cafe, raising his hand to wave at Sara as he approached their table.

“That’s your friend Jaycee?” he hissed, his eyes wide.

“Oh yeah, good thing you’re bringing it up,” Sara said, distracted, as she waved Jace over. “Don’t tell him I’m calling him that, he hates it.”

Jaycee.

Jacey.

Jace.

Holy fuck. He had it all wrong.

“You were setting me up with a guy?” Cregan asked incredulously and Sara only turned her head, giving him a look.

“Cregan, I’ve known you were into guys since like 10th grade, how dense do you think I am?”

Cregan gaped at her and she glanced over to Jace, before she looked back to him.

“Close your mouth and don’t embarrass me in front of him,” she muttered under her breath, before she stood up, raising her voice. “Hey Jace.”

“Hey Sara,” Jace said, giving her a quick hug, pushing his sun glasses up.

“Jace, this is my cousin Cregan,” Sara said, turning back to introduce him. Cregan barely had time to close his mouth, before Jace looked at him, his eyebrow raising.

“Cregan, hey.”

“Hey,” Cregan replied, his cheeks growing hot. Sara glanced between them, her eyes suspicious.

“You guys know each other?“

“We have Gender Politics together.” - “Your cousin stood me up last night.”

“What?” Cregan asked, confused. Jace only looked back at him, like he was daring him to prove him wrong.

“Uh, I think I’ll let you guys talk…” Sara said slowly, giving them one last look before she went left. Cregan glared daggers at his cousin’s back, before he looked at Jace, who seemed to be amused, more than anything else.

“I didn’t stand you up last night,” Cregan started; he didn’t like being called flaky. He would never stand someone up, much less Jace.

“I asked you to go to a party with me and you didn’t show up without even giving me a heads up,” Jace pointed out. “I’d call that standing me up.”

“I was there,” Cregan replied, frowning. “There was this girl all over you when I arrived, I didn’t want to interrupt.”

Jace frowned at him, his lips pursed before it dawned on him. “Oh, you must be talking about Baela.”

Cregan raised his brows at him.

“Baela, my cousin,” Jace clarified and Cregan felt all sorts of embarrassment run down his back.

“Oh.”

“Yeah, oh.”

Cregan leaned back in his seat, dumbfounded. “So you were asking me on a date?”

Jace stared at him. “Was it not obvious?”

“I don’t really tend to go to parties on a first date,” Cregan pointed out and Jace winced.

“Okay, fair enough. But I wasn’t sure if you were into guys or not, and I figured a party was a safe bet in case you weren’t.”

Cregan grunted, seeing the logic in Jace’s plan. “Well, I am into guys,” Cregan said, even if it felt a little weird to say it out loud. Jace lifted his head, a smile growing on his face.

“Yeah?”

“Yeah,” Cregan replied, pausing. “I’m also into you.”

Jace flushed, nodding, shifting on his feet. “Cool…. Me too.”

They just stared at each other for a few seconds before a loud groan came up behind them.

“For the love of god, just sit down, Jace!”

Sara maneuvered Jace into the booth, pushing him next to Cregan and more or less slammed another coffee in front of them.

“Just to be clear, this was my doing. I accept thanks in cash and venmo.”

“Get out of here, Sara,” Cregan snapped half heartedly as Jace only snickered into his coffee. Sara lovingly flipped him off, flicking her hair to the side before she exited the cafe.

“So Sara is your cousin?”

“Let’s not talk about Sara,” Cregan said, scooting closer to Jace, dipping his head, leaving him enough time to pull away if he wanted. “I’d much rather talk about us.”

“I’d much rather not talk at all,” Jace quipped, before he closed the last distance between their faces, putting his lips on Cregan’s in a soft kiss.

Cregan was fine with not talking for a while.

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author's note: YOOOOO so what are we thinking?

[gabessquishytum]

Dream is a vampire who struggles with luring in thralls. He can put people to sleep, which works just fine in order to feed himself with minimum fuss, but he can’t seem to find the knack to tying even one mortal’s mind to himself for the long-term, who is forevermore convinced that all they live for is to provide him blood and devotion.

All of his siblings can manage it in one way or another; for example, Desire has a gift for making their thralls believe that they fulfill all the humans’ strongest wants and longings, Death manages to convince her thralls that she’s their dearest and oldest friend and thus someone they can trust implicitly, and Destiny somehow overwhelms his thralls with the belief that they were always fated to stay by his side and provide him with sustenance.

Dream has been studying and researching and preparing though, and he’s ready to try luring in his first permanent thrall, the perfect companion and pet to care for and feed from.

And here in the woods, away from anyone that might stop him, he finds the most perfect man seemingly tailored exactly to his taste. At first sight, he knows that he wants this man always beside him, prettied up and pampered like a good and precious pet should be.

Dream wants to have him wrecked under him, to see those big brown eyes well up with tears as he begs for yet another orgasm. Dream can already see it in his mind’s eye, can see this lone traveler turned into his sweet little pet, his mind fucked out of him and enthralled forever.

And so he steps out from the trees and throws everything he’s learned into the thrall magic. His voice is as soft as a lullaby, and he coaxes the man’s name — Hob Gadling — and life’s story out of him until he is entirely at ease, allowing Dream further and further into his space and thus tightening the vampire’s hold on his mind.

Before long he’s enticed Hob to lay back on the forest floor and remove his clothes, to open his legs up to him and bare his neck.

Even with Dream’s new knowledge and skill, he’s amazing at how easily Hob falls into the thrall, already looking at him with eagerness and adoration even as his back meets the ground, immediately agreeing when Dream proclaims that Hob now belongs to him, is his forevermore, and will consider Dream his beloved master. The only conclusion Dream can come up with is that the darling man is particularly susceptible to mind magic, practically made to be a devoted pet to someone like Dream. Clearly it’s a good thing he found him when he did, before some other unscrupulous creature could snatch him up and take advantage of him, abusing the poor thing before draining him dry.

As Dream pounds into his new thrall’s hole and lovingly licks the bite marks he’s left on Hob’s neck, he revels in his newfound skill, and looks forward to taking very good care of his pet.

——

Hob Gadling is a fairly seasoned traveler, and has gained a few boons on his adventures from decently powerful people. Like the spell cast on him by a grateful witch that permanently grants him immunity to mind manipulation magic, including vampires.

So Hob could be considered safe in his own mind when the beautiful—and clearly vampiric—stranger emerge from the spooky woods and immediately tries to enchant him, and doesn’t appear to realize that the magic isn’t touching him. It’s ultimately a moot point though, when Hob “But Red is My Favorite Flag Color” Gadling decides to go along with it anyway, allowing his new “Master” to fuck him and feed from him, and then take him home with him afterwards.

At some point Hob might decide end the charade and continue his traveling, but as he shamelessly rubs himself against an indulgent but pleased Dream as they settle into his new home, he has a sneaking suspicion that it’s an unlikely possibility.

(He is admittedly looking forward to seeing how long it will take Dream to realize that Hob is in fact unaffected by his magic, and is choosing to be his pet. At the very least he’s curious if the vampire will even notice that Hob is a particularly long-lived pet, thanks to a different boon of immortality given to him by a grateful goddess he once helped 😁)

-🪽anon

I'm on a real vampire kick lately what with Good Dog au AND it being spooky season, so I am sooooo into this!!

The truth is Hob was kind of going through a rough patch, so he was very grateful to be taken in by such a kind, sweet "master". Dream isn't the type to want his thralls all skinny and beaten up, far from it! He makes sure to give Hob the absolute best of everything: nice new clothes, good food, warm baths. He really treats Hob like a pampered lap dog, always trying to tempt him with some new treat or gift. Hob quickly becomes very spoiled and is very content to laze around while Dream takes care of him. The best part is that Hob doesn't even have to think for himself, because Dream does all the important decision making. Hob’s only job is to thoroughly enjoy himself and act like the cutest little himbo.

He wakes up each morning and gladly spreads his legs for Dream to fuck into him. Sometimes he dozes off again while Dream works his pretty little hole. Sometimes he stays awake while Dream plays with his nipples and makes him beg to be allowed to cum. Either way Hob always bares his neck eagerly: he LOVES being bitten and will pout if Dream doesn't drink "enough" from him. What a sweet little pet he is!

When Dream’s family come around and inspect his new thrall, Hob has to press a finger to his lips and silently beg Death and Desire not to tell Dream that he's not actually under any spell at all (they can tell immediately, of course). And they do keep the secret, because Dream finally seems so happy, and there's no harm it in really. Hob is enthralled by Dream, just not in a magical way - it's just love.

Hob is so relieved when Dream’s siblings go away. He crawls right into Dream’s lap and starts riding his cock, rubbing all over him and nearly purring. He doesn't want to travel anymore or be cold and wet and alone. He's so happy with his "master", why would be ever want to leave? He's quite happy to be Dream’s spoiled pet immortal blood bank, thanks very much.

And Dream never wants or needs another pet, with Hob’s delicious blood sustaining him. He's so glad that Hob seems happy too... maybe Dream IS good at keeping thralls, after all!

[argisthebulwark]

As We Exchange Body Heat

summary: How they'd react to you asking to squeeze a titty. original request here! gn reader, no pronouns or y/n used. feat: Vilkas, Balimund, Farkas, Brynjolf, Erandur warnings: non explicit sexual content, minors don't read or interact masterlist

If looks could kill, you're fairly sure Vilkas would have ended you by now. He looks equally confused and concerned - for the first time in ages you've left him speechless. "You want to what?" "Just one squeeze." You stare up at him, breath catching in your throat when his muscles tense. He's still damp from the shower, dark hair tossed out of his face. Barechested and glaring down at you, he's gorgeous. He rolls his eyes, arms crossing but you catch the flush in his face. Vilkas grunts something that's surely a half assed insult but you're hypnotized by the sight of him. He tries so hard to maintain that facade of annoyance but you've grown used to it. You both enjoy the banter. "Fine." He grumbles, pinching the bridge of his nose. "I don't see why you would want such a thing - but I will indulge you." True to your word, one hand slaps onto the warm skin of his chest. Your heart flips at the sheer muscle under your palm, fingers digging in to keep yourself steady. Arousal and the urge to annoy him further war in your mind, deeply enjoying both the feel of Vilkas flexing under your hold and the flustered state you've left him in.

With a chuckle, Balimund's gaze would wander to yours. One hand cups your face when you lean across the bed, not so subtly tugging the bedsheets down his torso. "If it'll please you, sure." He laughs at your excited leap across the bed, sheets tangled around your waist when you fall into his chest. He still hasn't grown accustomed to your deep appreciation for his body - he's always thought of himself as fairly average for a smith, but one quick look at him rouses a deep hunger within you. "You're so pretty." You groan, hands sliding up his chest. Balimund seems amused by your interest in him - pupils dilating when you grip his pecs, deeply enticed by the relaxed muscles so soft under your hands. "You're odd." Balimund muses, though he allows you to grope at him - under the shyness, he's amazed at the attention you still lavish upon him after all these years.

"Sure." Farkas replies easily, not wasting a thought over it. He's asked the same of you before, it's only fair. Perhaps a little too eagerly, you wrench his flimsy shirt out of your way and are graced with a generous view of his chest. Dark hair fans across his tanned skin and a tattoo curls just out of sight. You swear he's tensing just to entice you more but you can't be bothered to care. Shoving your face into the divot between his tits earns you a laugh but you swear you're in heaven. Your nostrils are full of his scent, pine and sweat from his morning run, and when you're fairly certain you could die happy he wraps an arm around your shoulders and flexes. The motion buries your nose further into his skin and your knees buckle, arousal shooting through your body. "You into this?" He laughs good naturedly at the moan poorly muffled against his skin. Your face flushes but there's no shame - Farkas' muscles are so delicious you're nodding, blissfully unaware of anything that isn't him.

"No." "Please?" "Only if you beg." Brynjolf smirks, leaning over the bar. You've both been drinking far too much and it seems the filters have slipped. Luckily, you can blame the angry flush of your cheeks on the ale. "Please let me see your tits." Your voice is pitched lower than intended but the hungry way he eyes you only urges you on. You've danced around this for far too long to back down now. "Just one touch and I'll be normal again." "Y'think so, love?" He murmurs, voice too smooth when he takes another drink. "Alright, ya promise?" "I promise to be normal about your tits, Bryn." You're practically drooling when he begins unbuttoning the front of his armor, a sly smile on his face at your obvious attraction. The Flagon full of drunk thieves isn't the most romantic place but when you see the scars crisscrossing his chest all common sense disappears.

"I cannot fathom why you would want that." Erandur chuckles, still unaccustomed to your blatant attraction. Your eyes slide down to where his robes part, old tattoos and dark skin nearly driving you mad. "My body is far from enticing, darling. I -" "Erandur I would defy the gods for your body." You interject, enjoying the way he stares at you. "I would do that for all of you, of course. But if you are comfortable, I have been fantasizing about your body and would very much like to indulge. In a god honoring way, of course." "In that case," he murmurs as he sweeps close to you, rings shimmering when he unbuckles the belt securing his robes. "How could I refuse such a kind request?" Touching him is always a religious experience. To you, there is no gods greater than your love - Erandur's head tilted back, the little sounds he makes when your hands slide up his bare chest, the shiver down his spine when your tongue traces his tattoos. Erandur is far better than any god, asking you for nothing and giving you everything.

[a-not-so-clean-blog]

Eiden x top FTM reader ♠️

The foxes toys. 1800 words

Reader keeps shirt on. Magic dildo.

Being with Eiden has been an absolute rollercoaster. You had met only a few months ago when he just came to this world, lost and almost out of his element. Despite being in a whole new world his charm and charisma was electric.

You were well aware of his growing clan, and how he stabilizes their essence. While physically you have an open relationship there is no doubt that you are the only one who has his heart. The clan members are also fully aware of you. Some are definitely more welcoming than others, but all in all you get along with them fairly well.

“Hey Eiden, I'd like to try something different tonight.” You ask as you sit next to him on the bed. He instantly perked up hearing that chime in your voice that he knows is going to lead to a fun night.

“I'm always down to try something new!” The spark of interest and excitement in his eyes shone like stars. The look only got brighter as you opened a bag filled to the brim with different shaped sex toys. “Where did you get all of these?!” He was surprised but his voice quivered in excitement as he picked up one of the toys and it started vibrating in his palm.

“I may have asked the fox to let me borrow them…” You blush a little when his eyes snap to meet yours, instantly suspicious.

He let out a low hum. “He never does anything without it benefitting him as well. What exactly did borrowing these cost you?” He asked slowly and rightfully cautious. Thankfully one look down at his pants and anyone could see he hadn't lost any of his excitement, maybe he even got a little more turned on.

You shrug. “He just wants to know which one gets the ‘best reactions’ from you.” Eiden gives a slight laugh at the air quotes. Any stress you had melted away at the sweet sound.

“That sounds pretty cheap for him, but I won't complain!” Eiden gives a toothy grin. “I don't want to waste any more time.” He takes your hand and guides it to his thigh. You chuckle softly at his eagerness. Cute and earnest, if a little demanding.

You gently push him back on the bed and take your time unbuttoning his pants. His breath hitched when you pulled his pants and boxers down around his knees. His cock sprung up and slapped himself in the stomach, letting out the sweetest whimper when you pulled away.

“What are you doing?” Eiden shut his mouth when you started to strip off your pants. His heart raced when he saw how erect your little dick was too. No matter how many times he gets to see your body he always thinks it was something glorious. He would easily worship you if you'd let him.

Taking out a blue dildo you turned it over a few times in your hand before looking at Eiden. It had a few straps attached to it and Eiden knew exactly what it was for.

“Kuya said I have to wait to use this, but said I should wear it for a while first.” You gasped softly when you put the base of the dildo to your tip and the soft material seemed to mold around your shape. You secured the straps around your waist and hips. It felt similar to wearing a jockstrap.

Eidens mouth was already watering at the sight of your new big blue dick but he only got more restless as you pulled out a few more toys, two small vibrators and a long tapered plug. He almost looked like a puppy trying to sit still while you dangle treats in front of him. You pushed him back down on the bed and took his pants all the way off discarding them in a heap on the floor, his shirt soon joining the mass of fabric.

There he laid completely bare for you, even spreading his legs to give better access to his cock and ass.

“Trying to make yourself more enticing for me?” You asked in a clearly teasing tone. Eidens smile just grew as he responded.

“Is it working?” You both already knew the answer but you also knew he got off on banter. He wanted to be a brat but was far too eager to commit.

“Yes.” You picked up one of the vibrators and settled yourself between his open legs. After turning it on to a low setting you gently pressed it against his tip. He flinched and moaned softly as you slowly slid it down his shaft and let it rest at the base for a moment before playing with his balls. Once you were satisfied with the sounds he was making you dropped the vibrator lower and pressed it against his tight sphincter. The vibrations slowly loosen the muscle until you could press the toy into his ass.

Eiden started squirming as it slipped in completely and started massaging his insides. It wasn't until after he stopped squirming did you put the plug into his ass. Slowly driving the vibrator deeper into him as well.

“Mmmnhh~” He moaned loudly as the plug popped into place securing itself and the other toy deep inside of him. You kissed up his neck and groped his chest as the toys worked their magic. He was already singing like a canary but you wanted more. Grabbing the last vibrator you turned it on and started pumping his cock with the vibrator snugly pressed between your palm and his twitching member.

His moans became louder as he struggled not to cum. He looked so hot that you couldn't help grinding your crotch into the bed. It felt so good that you wanted to melt but then again Eidens voice always made you feel euphoric.

Eiden reached up and grabbed your shirt by the collar pulling you towards him. He looked so needy, so desperate for you. It was exhilarating. You gave him exactly what he wanted in the form of a sloppy kiss that would make an incubus blush. When you pulled away Eiden had coated himself in a thin layer of his own cum.

“Awww, couldn't wait for me first~” He blushed as you teased him. He could barely think right now but still knew what he wanted, what he needed.

“I can't help that you know all my weak spots. Now hurry up and fuck me before I cum again.” He whined, shaking his hips up and down waiting for you to pull out the still humming vibrator and plug. The plug slipped out easily and the vibrator followed with a satisfying pop. Before he had a chance to complain about the emptiness you lined up your new cock to his ass.

Your knees almost gave out as you pushed the tip of the strap through his clenching ring of muscle. It felt like pleasure was injected straight into your nervous system making your whole body light up at once. The dildo was clearly enhanced because as you pressed the tip against Eidens hole you could feel the heat as if it was against your own skin.

“F-fuck, is this what your dick feels like? Gods I'm jealous.” You bit your lip to hold back your moans and you slid all the way in. Eidens face contorted into a starstruck pleasure. You had to stop though as small tears pricked at the corners of his eyes.

“Eiden? I'm sorry, did I hurt you?” You gently cupped his face as you started to pull out. Immediately his legs wrapped around your waist holding you in place. He shook his head softly as he nuzzled into your touch.

“I'm just happy that I get to be fucked by my boyfriend. I'm so happy-” You cut him off with another deep kiss. Your heart felt light as your tongues danced in each other's mouths. His mouth was sweet but his moans and whimpers were even sweeter.

When you started moving again his sounds only tasted better on your lips. As Eidens legs locked tighter around your hips it became troublesome to do long strokes, so instead your thrusts became harder and shallower. Eiden was loving every moment of it. One of his hands tangled itself into your hair while his other hand clenched around your shirt. Your arms caging Eiden beneath you as you pounded harder into his ass.

It felt amazing, feeling all his sweet spots from the inside. Every time you hit a spot he liked you could feel him clench around you. You could feel how hot his insides were and how smooth it felt on your cock. Your cock, YOUR cock. Yes, your cock finally piercing your wonderful boyfriend, truly it was a dream come true.

You kept going even after you could feel yourself coming to the edge. Your head felt fuzzy and your skin sweaty, but that just added to your pleasure. Eiden was getting close too, his hard cock bouncing against his stomach every time you thrust deep inside him.

You could feel your own orgasm beginning to overflow. You wanted to cum, you wanted nothing more than to cum and fill Eidens ass with your cum. You are so close, just a little more and-

“Nnnnh~” You let out a low moan as you cum hard, like something snapped inside your gut. A lewd warmth spread between your legs as you enjoyed the feeling. For a moment you felt Eiden clench around your dick as he came as well.

Eidens eyes went wide as he stared at you in shock and amazement. “What?”

“Did you just cum inside me?”

“.... WHAT?!” You both looked down and sure enough a thick liquid was dripping from Eidens spent hole. A thick blue liquid. When you came you didn't realize that the dildo also reacted and melted inside of Eiden, acting as artificial cum. “Well that explains why Kuya gave me like seven of these.” You started to finger Eidens ass and more of the blue goo leaked onto the bed. Eiden let out a tired moan as you fingered him and you let out a small laugh.

Pulling him close you kissed him on his temple and whispered in his ear. “Let's get you cleaned up. Knowing the fox I have a feeling this ooze has some extra properties, so unless you want to find out what he has planned…”

“I'll take a bath.” Eiden smiled tiredly. “I think I've cum enough for today.”

“I'll get it ready for you.” With another chase kiss you left to go draw him a warm bath. This turned out much better than you could have ever hoped. Unfortunately now you feel like you owe that old fox. That was probably why he didn't ask for much in the first place now that you think about it.

[rylandfalkov]

FEBRUARY DWC 2024 DAY 2 - SUPPRESS

((Since my time to write for WoW is extremely limited right now, here's my show from Succulent Tart's Glitter is in the Air since it uses one of the words for this day!))

Ryland steps onto the stage with acoustic guitar in hand, donning completely casual clothing tonight: Tank top, slacks, boots, and the only thing that really stands out, a crown of red and white geraniums. Those familiar with his previous Glitter is in the Air performances may recognize the flowers as a staple of this particular show for him.

He flashes the crowd that charming, dimpled smirk he’s known for as he steps up to the microphone to speak:

"I know some of you may expect me to continue the story I’ve been telling over the years at this performance; with the aerial hoops, ballet, and usually making a good handful of you break down in tears. Taking a break this year to do a little something different. Don’t worry, the aerial contraptions and ballet will be coming back. Probably a little pole dancing for the show in April."

Wink wink nudge nudge.

"I sang on this very stage for my very first show ever with the Tarts years ago. It’s not something I do very often as I feel oddly more vulnerable singing than I do with dancing. However, I’m gonna sing something for you all tonight! This song can be interpreted in different ways for different people, and that’s the great thing about music yeah? You hear whatever you want or whatever you need in it. Whether this is about unrequited love, a forbidden relationship, what happens when you have a strong attraction to someone that isn’t necessarily good for you, or whatever else.

I’ll let you all feel what you need to feel for it, and assume what you’d like to assume as to why I’m singing it for you tonight."

Ryland steps back from the microphone and clears his throat as he slightly adjusts his guitar into position. After a few silent moments, he begins to strum a tune that is likely fairly recognizable to many. Leaning closer to the microphone, he begins to sing; his vocals breathy and fluid, delicately suppressed yet commanding and immediately captivating, “No, dah-oooooo, ohh-ohh-ohh. No, dah-ooooo…”  Eyes close and brows raise briefly as he switches from chest to a gentle head voice with ease, adding a bit of modest vibrato onto the back end of the lingering notes.

His eyes flutter open, making and holding eye contact with various members of the audience, “The world was on fire and no one could save me but you.” There’s a dreamy quality to the surroundings and to the song itself; sweet, sultry, and even a touch haunting at times. “Well It's strange what desire will make foolish people do.” There’s something almost hypnotic about those impassioned lyrics and that enticing gaze, beckoning and bewitching all. One corner of his lips draws upwards into a lopsided, alluring grin, flashing those pearly whites beneath as his voice easily lifts to reach the higher notes, “No I never dreamed that I'd meet somebody like you. No, I never dreamed that I'd love somebody like you.” He takes a sharp breath, maintaining the same euphonic quality for the chorus, “No, I don’t wanna fall in love.” The mellifluous timbre of his vocals fluently ease into his falsetto range without strain nor hitch, making the difficult song sound effortless, “No, I don't wanna fall in love.” There’s an etherealness to his intonation that makes the song sound more romantic than the words actually lend, “With you, ohhhhhh, no no no, mmmm”. He looks back down at his guitar with a tender smile, “No, Da-Ooooo…” He allows the vibrato trail off into silence naturally as his gaze greets the audience again. Ryland falls back into his natural register as he scans the crowd with a slight intensity in both gaze and voice. His upper lip twitches, baring his teeth more as he sings the next lines, “What a wicked game to play, to make me feel this way. What a wicked thing to do, to make me dream of you.” While he never mentioned what the song meant to him, it certainly holds some meaning given the absolute heart and emotion he puts into the lyrics, gracefully crescendoing as he continues, “What a wicked thing to say, you never felt this way. What a wicked thing to do, to make me dream of you.” He doesn’t even stop to breathe as he reaches the chorus once more, nurturing the delicate balance between strength and fragility, “No, I don’t wanna fall in love. No, I don’t wanna fall in love.” Eyes shut as he nearly smiles, the song certainly brings out a full range of emotion, “With you, ohhhhhh, no no no, mmmm. No, Da-Ooooo..” He continues to extend the note with the faintest hints of vibrato, readily raising the pitch and sliding the held note around at his whim before allowing it to fade.

Eyes crack open to focus on his guitar, leaning away from the microphone and continuing to strum the melodic rhythm with finesse. There’s a trace of genuine melancholy in his expression, alongside a raw sensuality with the way he wets his lips, inhales, and sways forward until lush lips just barely graze the microphone. “The world was on fire and no one could save me but you, well it’s strange what desire will make foolish people do.” His azure gaze confidently greets anyone willing to hold the intense stare, making it seem as if he’s singing just for them and them alone. “No, I never dreamed that I'd love somebody like you. No, I never dreamed that I'd lose somebody like you.” Both brows raise along with the tone, and one corner of his lips pulls into a bittersweet smile, allowing the heartfelt words and soulful melody to permeate throughout the entire performance space. He maintains a certain tenderness and restraint all throughout the otherwise heavy lyrics. “No, I don’t wanna fall in love. No, I don’t wanna fall in love.” Those honeyed vocals are meant to evoke feelings and daydreams of all varieties. It’s a combination of yearning and lust, of vulnerability and a loss of individuality, with an aftertaste of regret. “No, I….Oh no, I……” The high notes are masterfully held, gradually fading into a melodic exhale and swept away into the rhythmic strumming of his guitar. Ryland's lips brush the microphone, his shuddering breath audible, “With you, ohhhhhh, no no no, mmmm. No, Da-Ooooohhhh…” He strums the final chord, allowing both guitar and voice to fade to nothing. He stills in the silence for a few moments before lowering the instrument and stepping away from the microphone to take his final bow.

@succulent-tart @daily-writing-challenge

[wanderingavians]

Max Rambles: Most Ardently

⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️

I’ve GOT to talk about this book !!! I’ve decided not to frame this post as a review because I’m honestly just going to be rambling here.. anyways, let’s get to the point. There may be spoilers in this post, though I haven’t typed far enough to know yet. Seriously just typing along as I go here, folks.

This was my fourth book finished this month and out of all four I think this one and Hell Followed With Us were the two I couldn’t put down. I mean I was having to resist the urge to read this at work. Work! The brainrot is far too real. That being said, the book was fabulous. It was fairly short and incredibly enticing read. Most Ardently is a book reimagining Elizabeth Bennett as Oliver Bennett, a trans man in the Regency era. All of the social expectations of the time make for plenty of hurdles to jump, and it made for a very satisfying climax and conclusion. Hell, all of it was satisfying. I enjoyed every minute of this book and it definitely didn’t over stay its welcome. In fact, I would have easily eaten up another fifty or one hundred pages if that had been in the cards for this book. Seriously, it was that great.

Most Ardently was flavorful. The descriptions of the environments, clothes and even the sounds surrounding Oliver was just a delight to read. I could easily picture everything described. Everything was vivid. And I just love picturing the fashion and cities of that time period. The architecture! It’s all just really fascinating to me and I devoured every little description given to me like I was starving. Which, I was. I need more books that fit into this little niche of lgbtq folk in the past that I’m so ravenous about.

I felt Oliver’s emotions on such a strong level. His joy at finally being able to express himself in a way that feels natural to him is something that I can certainly relate to and it was really refreshing to read about those moments. I felt! Emotions! The happiness I felt for him at the conclusion of this novel was just so good.

Things turned out okay- amazing, even. I was so so overjoyed to read a story that involved a trans person coming out who received acceptance from both parents when everything was revealed. It was refreshing for me.

Also, real talk, I’m not as intimately familiar with the original source material as most people are. I’m officially putting the Pride and Prejudice on my TBR after finishing this one. I’m only now just getting back to reading and I’ve already got this huge pile of books to read beginning to grow. I love it though, and I’m definitely enjoying returning back to reading. Most Ardently has only served to make me more enthusiastic about continuing to read, and for that, I thank it. I’ll definitely be returning to this one sooner rather than later.

[drpeppertummy]

For the prompt: "you should've told me you were full!"

Thank Youuuuuuu i had something else going for this but scrapped it & started anew bc it wasnt workin out

[post-stuffing stuffing, brief tummyache & belly rubs]

Val had barely made it through the door before he found himself tightly wrapped in Connie's soft arms. He fell into the embrace with relief, overjoyed to see her again after being away for a few days.

"I missed you," he said, nuzzling his face against her neck as he hugged her tight.

"Y'know, I was looking forward to having the bed to myself for a few days, but it sure is dull without you in it," said Connie. Val laughed and planted a casual kiss on her neck, then leaned back to look up at her.

"Well, we can make up for lost time, hm?" He gave her a sly smile, and she kissed him. As they kissed, the oven beeped.

"Oh! That's dinner," said Connie. "You better be hungry, because I've been in the kitchen all damn afternoon."

"Hey, since when do you spend afternoons in the kitchen?" teased Val.

"I wanted you to come home to something nice," she said, giving him a gentle squeeze.

"Aw, Connie, you're such an angel." He leaned up and kissed her again. "You didn't have to do all that."

Val was, as a matter of fact, not hungry in the slightest. Connie couldn't tell by looking at him--he was thoroughly bundled up to protect himself from the shock of returning from the cozy warmth of Hell to the chilly fall air of New Jersey--but he was absolutely stuffed, courtesy of his family. Val passed easily as a human, and a fairly small human at that, but he was an outlier among his relatives. His family was made up of creatures considerably larger than himself, many of them around ten feet tall and sporting thrilling features such as wings and scales and horns and hooves and other such things.

Being much bigger than him, Val's family had a tendency to overestimate how much he could eat. This, combined with their belief that he was much too thin, often led to a very overstuffed tummy any time he came to visit. This trip had been no different, and Val's belly was still beyond full. Had he been dressed lighter, Connie would have easily noticed it bulging uncomfortably from his slender frame, but under his layers of warm clothing, it was difficult even to feel, let alone see. Still, he couldn't say no to Connie's kind gesture, especially when she'd worked so hard to make it, and, not letting his reluctance show, he followed her into the kitchen.

"I don't know if it'll hold up to your cooking, but I tried," she said, putting together a plate of salmon, potatoes, and asparagus for each of them.

"Well, it smells pretty damn good," he remarked. "Looks pretty damn good, too." And he meant it. Even without a shred of hunger to speak of, he couldn't deny that the plate was immensely enticing.

"It better be," she chuckled, and they sat down together at the table. Val felt the button of his pants creak as his already-stuffed belly pressed against it, but he ignored it, and together, they dug in.

The food was wonderful. Even on an achingly full stomach, Val didn't have to pretend to enjoy it, nor did he have to force himself to eat it. As a matter of fact, the first few bites went down fairly easily. Still, it wasn't long before it caught up with him and the overbearing tightness of his stomach became too much. He only managed to get through half the plate before he was too stuffed to fit another bite. He leaned back in his chair with a soft groan, resting a hand on his belly. Connie looked up, surprised to see him quitting so soon.

"Hey, you feeling alright? It's not that bad, is it?"

"It's fantastic," he assured her, and a small burp escaped him. He covered his mouth, embarrassed, and a sudden look of understanding came over Connie's face.

"You already ate! Oh, you knucklehead! You should've said something," she exclaimed. He smiled and shrugged sheepishly at her, and she rolled her eyes. His belly let out an uneasy groan.

Connie finished up her dinner--she was already almost done; Val had been eating very slowly--and got up to clear the table. Val stood to help her and was momentarily taken aback by how stuffed he felt. His stomach felt almost unbearably strained, pushing out so hard he wouldn't have been able to suck it in if he tried. He held a hand against his distended tummy for a moment, then joined Connie in cleaning up.

Val was so full he found himself having to arch his back a little to accommodate his overstuffed belly, and Connie couldn't help but chuckle at him. He smiled up at her, and she slipped an arm around his waist, resting her hand on his bulging upper belly. Even under the layers of clothing that had concealed it before, there was now no hiding just how taut and bloated it was.

"Oh, jeez, Val, you feel like you're about to bust," she said, wincing. "You should've told me you were full!" Reaching around him, she burrowed her hands under his oversized sweaters to find the waist of his pants and undid the button. It was no easy task; it was pulled tight against the hole, and she had to tug at it to get it undone. Val couldn't hold back a tiny whine at the momentary pressure on his sore tummy. Feeling sorry for him, Connie brought both hands to his tummy and rubbed gently. It was tight as a drum, with absolutely no give to it.

"Jeez, your poor belly," she said, massaging as gently as she could. His stomach gurgled uncomfortably, and she could feel the vibration against her hand through the taut skin.

"It was worth it," he said, tilting his head back to smile up at her, his dark eyes twinkling red and his just-too-sharp teeth glinting under the kitchen light.

"You are such a knucklehead," she giggled, kissing his cheek.

[ante--meridiem]

I really liked the idea of ship classification ask game based on that post, but honestly I don't know what fandoms you've been into lately, cuz I'm just back on tumblr after a big hiatus xD

So I'll formulate my question like this. What about the quadrant thingy for the four popular ships from the fandom you've been in the longest?

(From my tags here)

Hey!! Thanks for biting! I think the fandom I've been in longest is tma? I don't know exactly which 4 ships are most popular for it so I'll try to do it as "for each category I pick the most popular of the ships that clearly (to me) belong there".

Also some clarification on how I interpret things, based on other people's responses to the post it seems like a lot of people are taking "makes sense" as "proximity to canon" where I was seeing it as either "yeah I can see what personality compatibility these characters would have" or "I could see how the situation they're put in could be made easily shippy even if canon doesn't follow up on that". So "makes sense, doesn't compel me" doesn't mean "canon but boring" here, it means "I see the vision but am not that enticed by it". Meanwhile very many actually canon ships fail to make sense to me.

So with that said

Makes sense, compels me: jonelias (Elias' "shaping Jon for his own ends" thing could easily be developed into fascination/obsession; Jon's hunger for answers and desire to regain some control over his life could easily be developed into hunger for the person who can give him those things)

Makes sense, doesn't compel me: wtgfs aka georgie/melanie (on first impression I did think this came out of left field and didn't make sense but on further reflection I do see where it's coming from? Georgie has an established pattern of being interested in people more prone to boldness/acerbicness/need-to-dig than she is, between Jon and Alex (I think that's the name of the girl from her statement who I thought it was fairly heavily implied she had some level of crush on), and it makes sense for her to be drawn to/admire those traits because she wants to be more like that herself; meanwhile it makes sense for Melanie to go for someone capable of a more grounding/calming presence who continued to respect her when her reputation was damaged. Nothing canon does with them really compels me but hypothetically someone could do something with them that does; I think I read one fic once where I did find their dynamic interesting.)

Doesn't make sense, compels me: gertrudeagnes (they only interacted once and we didn't even get to see it directly, and there's nothing in their personalities that immediately indicates compatibility, but they both have strong personalities that could mix and clash in interesting ways and I'm pretty intrigued by the possibilities)

Doesn't make sense, doesn't compel me: jonmartin (rather than redo one of my many rants about them I'll just say that I can see that the intention with them may have been a similar kind of complementary personalities thing to what made me now concede that Georgie and Melanie do make some amount of sense, except that Georgie and Melanie admire the traits the other has that they lack and would want said traits for themselves, while Jon and Martin mostly show frustration/disdain/disinterest towards each other's complementary traits.)

[fairlyabookie]

Generosity

Author's note: Day 7 of February Prompts! Enjoy!

Content: royal! reader x commoner! Ruggie | childhood friends

“You must be mistaken, [Reader]. A lowly commoner like me can’t simply wield a weapon.” 

Ruggie frets, his gaze fixated on hazy reflections from the waters below. Telltale figures of swimming fish and aquatic flora tickle his feet, the life of the warbling stream vibrant and intriguing than he thought it would be - coming and going oh-so-freely until they reach the end of their journey. Ruggie watched with longing, wishing he could be as free as the flying birds in the sky or the swimming fish by the stream - a life where he didn’t have to worry about so many trivial things and carry many burdens on his shoulders. 

[Reader], a childhood friend whom he had met on a whim, kept a smile on their lips. 

“Ruggie, you said you wanted to provide for your family, right?” 

He took a step back, not wanting to look at the eager expression he saw on the water. 

“Yes..” 

He wasn’t sure what his friend was entailing, but it seemed to be an unpleasant suggestion from the looks of it. Though they had been, at the very least, attentive and kind towards him, he didn’t want to overstep his welcome by burdening them with too much of his worries. 

“Perhaps you can conscript to the military! They have a list of benefits from free housing for their families, free annual check-ups with doctors and specialists, and education for the kids! Though you don’t have to be fighting in the frontlines, I can talk to someone to put you in a different position!” 

By this proposal, Ruggie had to do what he did best: refuse profusely. Enticing as it was, [Reader] was already doing so much for him. Ruggie knew too much about the type of characters with wealth or high social standing: they were overbearing with constant offers with money or a sort of benefit that enticed their customer. For [Reader], they were a firstborn, the next in line for their family’s dynastic rule. 

“I can’t simply make you go through the trouble! My family is fine as they are. They can manage themselves, thank you.” 

His words came rushing out, a stream of words that were almost incomprehensible to the ear. 

A pout furls at [Reader]’s lips. 

“Now, Ruggie, I want to help you in the best way I can; my family wants me to rule the people fairly and give them the best a ruler can provide. Starting with you, Ruggie - I want to provide you the best, so you can live easily.” 

Ruggie was troubled. 

“Don’t use me as an experiment, [Reader]. We’re clearly different in status, you an heir to the throne and me just a commoner you just saw on the street.” 

“Ruggie..” 

He hated the way the reflection of [Reader] looked pitiful at first glance. 

“I appreciate the offer, [Reader], really. The benefits are nice and all; I just don’t see myself being a military guy. Besides, I’m happy with where I am right now, despite the work I do every day.” 

He couldn’t bring himself to say anything more, the anguish of hurting [Reader]’s feelings from his previous statement troubling him deeply. Regardless, he smiled to himself, a tiny sliver of satisfaction stemming from the thought of his family living comfortably under one roof, sharing happiness and memories together. To his surprise, [Reader] stands up, their silhouette towering over his. 

“Well, the offer still stands if you want to take it, Ruggie. I understand you’re going through a lot right now.” 

The heir awkwardly shuffles out, sparing one last glance over their shoulder. 

“Sorry if I imposed on you.” 

He didn’t feel right partaking to [Reader]’s plentiful resources, but alas, he thought this generosity was simply them being nice to him. That’s a first. The boy muses to himself, surrendering to the cooling waters of the stream by his feet, ceasing all lingering thoughts about [Reader] for the languid rhythm of water and the surrounding nature. 

[rindecisions]

🔞Stranger Tales: 20🔞

A poll based Stranger Things fanfiction

Read all of it on AO3

Steve shook his head and rolled onto his face, groaning into his pillow. How could he think about men like that? What’s the point? What good would come from finding out he likes men… if he likes men? What would it prove? What would it change? Would he suddenly start wanting to date men? He sighed heavily and rolled onto his back again. Regardless, he had to know for sure. A slow, nervous breath calmed him as he closed his eyes and let his mind wander.

The first person to come to mind was Tommy, because of course it was. He had a long history with Tommy, and thinking back, there may have been a few less-than-straight moments between them. They did spoon at least once at a sleepover, and he’d had the misfortune of witnessing his morning wood more times than he would like to count. Unfortunately, thinking about Tommy bummed him out more than it turned him on. He shook the uncomfortable feeling away and turned his attention to someone else.

Why Jonathan was the next person on his mind, he couldn’t say. He sighed and rolled his eyes, deciding to just continue letting his mind wander wherever the fuck it decided to go. It lingered on the thought of Jonathan’s lips, specifically his smile. Why the hell was he suddenly so obsessed with Jonathan’s smile? Had he always been and just not known it? He did have a nice smile though, and it was a shame he rarely ever showed it. Nancy was about the only person that could coax a true smile out of him. Apparently, thinking about Jonathan bummed him out, too.

“Who’s next?” he grumbled to himself, running his hands through his hair. Billy. Fucking Billy was next. “Fuck it, why not?” he groaned loudly to his empty room. At least Billy was undeniably hot, and he’d inadvertently seen the whole package… the whole package. Steve had to face the fact that he could easily recall most of the details of his body as well. The way his necklace always stuck to his pecs was particularly enticing, and surprisingly satisfying to watch it pop free.

Now that he thought more about it, Billy stared at him a lot. He thought it was because he hated him, but maybe not. The eyes Billy gave him induced goosebumps that he equated to heebie-jeebies, but what if it was because he liked the look? His narrow-eyed gaze and the way he crudely licked his lips. His body was well built… and the way it would grind against him while they played against each oth- Shit! Steve groaned and covered his face. He was actually starting to get hard. “Fuck,” he sighed in annoyance. Then again, if he thought of an equally hot girl doing that, he’d get the same reaction, so it still might not count.

He needed something more solid. Something he could only experience with a man. Something with his dick… a blowjob! That was the first thing he could think of, anyway. Although he couldn’t be on the receiving end. Women can give blowjobs as well. No, he had to be the one sucking. That idea scared and somewhat thrilled him. He swallowed and thought of looking up at Billy from his knees. “Nope,” he cringed and cleared the creepy image. Something about Billy gazing down at him from that angle was too weird and threatening.

Who else was there for him to think about, though? His mouth suddenly went dry. Eddie… that’s who was left. The thought of looking up at Eddie’s face wasn’t nearly as scary. He could tell that Eddie put up a hard front, but was actually a fairly gentle person. His deer-like reaction in the parking lot was all the proof Steve needed to know he was right. Plus, it was easy to picture those large eyes of his with a caring expression. It was a little hard not to mix him up with his drag persona at first, but eventually, he was able to simply imagine Eddie as he’d seen him at the mall and after he cleaned up. Part of him regretted not talking to him before he left. Not that he knew what he’d say even if he did.

He forced his attention back to its original path, finding out if he actually wanted to sleep with men. Eddie was easy on the eyes, that’s for sure. His smile was infectious, too. Do I have a thing for smiles? He sighed and returned to trying to look at Eddie sexually. Instead of jumping straight into the idea of blowing him, Steve decided to take things a little slow. Just the thought of kissing him spiked his heart rate. His lips looked so plush and kissable. He bit his lip at the thought, trying not to be annoyed that his dick twitched. It did again when he thought about their tongues tangling.

Kissing had always been something that Steve enjoyed and was an easy way to get him going. Kissing a man couldn’t be too different from a woman, right? Great, now he was curious. He ran his tongue over the roof of his mouth for some form of sensation on it as he continued thinking about making out with Eddie. He wondered what’d it feel like to hold Eddie’s narrow waist. A soft groan escaped him at the memory of the dimples on his lower back. Those dimples killed him. There was just something so sexy about them. The thought of running his fingers over them while holding him in a kiss was enough to make his cock grow a touch more.

It was still difficult to accept that thinking about Eddie was making him hard, but the proof was almost staring back at him from under his briefs. He soldiered on and returned to the idea of making out with Eddie, but he took it a step further and undressed him. Other than his midriff and legs, Steve didn’t have any idea what Eddie’s body looked like. He didn’t seem like the sporty type, so chances are he wasn’t ripped, and he seemed rather thin, too. As he thought about taking Eddie’s clothes off, he gave him a generic slender body.

Next was the scary part, facing his dick. No! You’re not supposed to get excited at the fucking thought! He mentally scolded his own dick for twitching. He groaned and cringed, rubbing his hands on his face. Now that he had the image of him standing in front of a naked Eddie, he had to go further. He swallowed and closed his eyes tightly as he thought about kneeling in front of him. An electric sparkle danced over his skin when he met Eddie’s eyes staring down at him. He scanned down his flat chest until his eyes landed on his dick. What would his dick look like? He shook his head, trying not to think too hard about the details, and gave him a generic one. Fuuuck… He liked the idea of holding it and stroking the soft skin. In all honesty, why wouldn’t he like that idea? He has a dick and enjoys the feeling of jerking off, so why would holding another guy’s be all that different?

Putting it in his mouth, though, that was another story. He rubbed his tongue on the roof of his mouth as he tried to imagine what that would feel like. He’d handled his own dick plenty to know what textures to expect, but feeling them on his tongue was hard to imagine. A deep shame fell over him as he pressed his thumb past his lips, thinking about doing the same with Eddie’s dick. He ran it over his tongue and cringed when his body reacted. His heart raced, his breathing picked up, and there was no denying his dick was now at full mast. A thumb was far smaller than a dick, but it was the closest thing he could think of. He enjoyed the soft pressure of the pad of his thumb running over his tongue. Shit.

Maybe it was the fact that there was less blood in his brain, but he couldn’t come up with a reason to dispute this one. His free hand stroked over the thin cloth that held his erection flush to his body. When he started wishing that his thumb was actually Eddie’s dick, he had to accept that he was without a doubt interested in men sexually. He created a suction around his thumb as he took his dick out of his briefs and gave it a firm stroke.

“Damit,” he grumbled and removed his thumb from his mouth. He officially wanted Eddie. He’d felt this same way when thinking about women he wanted to sleep with, so there was no denying it. The fantasy continued, and he thought of Eddie staring up at him with his large doe eyes while seductively sucking his dick. Fuck, it was hot. He wondered what his hair would feel like as he ran his hand through his dark waves. He recalled doing the same with women, and how sometimes they liked him taking control. It made him wonder if Eddie would like him to be a little rough. Would he like his hair being grabbed, maybe pulled a little? Would he like being puppeteered? What face would he make if I pushed him all the way down?

Steve furthered the fantasy by imagining Eddie riding him, his slender body bouncing erotically on his dick with bright pink cheeks and shoulders. If only it was Eddie’s ass stroking him instead of his hand. He bet it would squeeze him like a goddamn vise and tightened his own grip to match the thought. A fun realization crossed Steve’s mind. He could imagine he was stroking Eddie’s dick instead of his without breaking the immersion of Eddie riding him. He bit his lip and picked up his pace, getting his hips into it. The only thing missing was knowing what he’d sound like. Eddie’s moans would probably be deeper than a woman’s, harsher, less elegant. He wanted to hear them so badly. With a soft groan, he came on his stomach, wishing that it was Eddie’s and not his. He relaxed his body as he coaxed the last of the cum from his dick.

Fuck… I’m bi.

He heaved a heavy sigh and ran his hands through his hair, cringing when he realized he still had cum on one of them. He sat up, annoyed, and went to take a shower.

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[wesmess]

it's a brilliant idea, johnny thinks, when there's time alone in a hotel room he and arthur share. going through his lovers clothes, a fresh button up is procured, and johnny eases his way into it, stopping in front of a mirror to fix it properly. he doesn't look half bad in it, doing a few partial turns to look himself over. the bright sunshine smile appears on his face, before he purses his lips. arthur's due back any moment now. there's something missing - if johnny wants to properly greet him. it sparks in his head, and the cheeky bastard he is, he undoes several of the buttons. it's beyond risqué, the way he's now wearing it - but that's the point. entice. he's settled down on the bed, sitting perked up when the door opens and arthur walks in. once it's closed, johnny speaks. "hey, bonnie." he allows a flirtatious tone to linger on his words as those bright blues stay locked on arthur for the reaction.

he was currently out getting groceries for himself and johnny. since the hotel room came with its own little kitchenette, he feels he can splurge a little on the nicer foods that weren't microwave meals and such. he couldn't treat johnny to restaurant dates or the fancier things, so arthur tries to make do with what he can. of course, 'fancy' usually consisted of meals that came out of boxes. stuff from hamburger helper and banquet, anything that could be made easily and fairly quickly and anything that had ingredients arthur could easily get his hands on. maybe, someday, he could settle down somewhere with johnny and prepare real meals for him. he'd sure like to someday.

he unlocks the hotel door with the keycard, the paper bag of groceries tucked against his side. " sorry i took so long, traffic was a pain. " arthur sighs, tucking his keycard back into his pocket, glancing in johnny's direction when he speaks. it takes doing a double take for how he greeted arthur to register with him, as well as what he's wearing. he stares, blinking at him. his gaze flickers downward. that's one of his shirts, isn't it? of course, plaid isn't really in johnny's wardrobe. he swallows, his adam's apple bobbing. arthur's gaze lingers on his exposed chest, heart fluttering against his ribs.

" y-you, uh— " boy, it's not that hard to render him nearly speechless, huh? arthur feels warmth spreading across his features. " i, uh, i've got the feeling dinner's gonna have to wait. " he chuckles, setting the bag down on the small counterspace, putting away the refrigerated items. he moves over to the bed, hands resting on his hips, gazing down at johnny in amusement. " doin' this to entice me, i see. " arthur hums, sitting on the edge of the bed, leaning in to kiss him. " it's definitely workin'. "

[madamemorisot]

During that summer there was constant talk of a visit to Valvins. On September 2 Mallarmé wrote to Berthe Morisot:

“Here we are in September, dear lady, and there is not much sun. How are you all, and do you still feel like spending a week in the country? Will you go so far as to set a date?

“As for your inquiries, before I look more extensively, I can tell you this: that Mme Biard would put at your disposal half of her house (two bedrooms, a maid's room, and a living room) at the price of sixty francs.

“With the lovely garden along the water, and the trees overarching, I doubt that there is anything better. . .

“Miss Cassatt seems to count on you a great deal, and I encourage her. Degas has written to me from Cauterets promising his drawing for the twentieth of the next month; as for you, I know your punctuality, and nice Lewis-Brown has shown me something charming; do not deny it.

“I have not written to you because I was travelling. let myself be enticed to Royat for half of August; here, back home again, I remember how charming your visit was last year.

“The water is cold, Mademoiselle Bibi. Genevieve and her horse, a real one this time, dip in it every day.

“Good-bye to the three of you from the three of us; I hope to see you soon.”

But Berthe Morisot wrote him in reply:

“The answer is no, unfortunately, cher ami (I shall call you cher maítre, if you prefer). We make this decision after much thought, having many reasons that are as sensible as they are dreary for remaining in Paris.

“Mme Biard's proposal was very tempting, at least it seemed so despite my husband's prejudices against this poor woman. He had an unpleasant memory of quilts on beds (he could easily have taken them off).

“In a word, we are leaving you entirely to your work and to your solitude,and you are less to be pitied than we who are living on our lovely recollections of last year.“I have still been planning to send you my masterpiece — not charming at all, though full of good intentions, but Lewis-Brown instead of meeting me at the printer's shop, as he promised, is being horribly lazy about it.“I am working fairly well, trying to take advantage of these beautiful days so rare this year; this is one of my sensible reasons for remaining in Paris.“Many regards from me to Miss Cassatt when you see her, and very affectionate regards from all of us to Mme Mallarmé and to Mlle Genevieve.”

[kroashent]

Mermay 2023 - Ailinor The Cleric - 1

The Armorican Peninsula is a strange and wondrous place, a mist-shrouded land full of magic and mystery, where the mortal realm of Bedouar and the timeless vastness of Faerie coexist side by side, the great veil ripped apart by uncontrollable magic, causing time and space to collapse into disarray.  Unearthly fog rolls in, cutting off travelers from where they came and pure magical chaos rolls across the region in great storms.  Fortune can be found in the borders of Faerie to the brave and the lucky, death for the foolish. 

The treacherous coast of the region, the Ar Mor Bras, is no stranger to these twists of fate, home to the lost city of Ys-Beneath-the-Waves and its accursed princess, Ahes Dahut.  Throughout the ages, some individuals find themselves caught in the whirlpool of magic surrounding this mystical site, and are drawn in by the phantom bells of the sunken city and the enchanting, enticing song of those trapped by its curse....

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Back in 2019, I launched a special series for Mermay, an art project to develop a small, but important part of the lore of Alvez, the world of Kroashent.  The Marie-Morgane of Ys-Beneath-the-Waves are one of several merfolk races of the world.  For this project, I decided to "adapt" each of the Dungeons and Dragons Character Classes into a character as they may appear in Alvez, then transform these characters into mermaids with art and short stories!  Since then, I've been working hard on developing the world and the characters who live, there, even writing an ongoing novella, Kroashent: Bal des Loups, which you can read the first 3 chapters right now, for free!  A lot has changed as I worked and some of the art and stories seemed like they could use an update!

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Ailinor the Cleric represented a singular challenge among the original mermaids.  While Yannic and Clemence's role could fit easily within Kroashent's world as their own characters, Clemence, as a cleric, had to fit within a larger context for the world: The religious and spiritual.  At the time, Alvez was quite in its infancy, as the Marie-Morgane were meant to serve as one of the earliest dedicated worldbuilding challenges.  The religions of the world were quite in flux, but Ailinor helped set things up for further development of the Southern Church, also known as "The Faith", the primary religious organization in Alvez.

I really like Ailinor for a few reasons.  From a worldbuilding standpoint, she helps add a lot of nuance in the relationship between the faith represented by the Southern Church and the often-problematic agendas pushed by its temporal agents and their zealous interpretations of its tenants.  Ailinor herself is caught between this struggle between the faith she has as a cleric and being a member of a group often vilified and hated by self-proclaimed "champions of the Faith."  I wanted to make sure that, in her story, she didn't cast away a core part of her belief, but rather used it to strengthen herself.  I also really like the interactions between her and Renee, the Fighter.  I think they are very cute together, and their love story shows how much Ailinor has grown since joining the daughters of Ys.

As might be apparent, Ailinor's design has changed fairly dramatically compared to Yannic and Clemence.  I wanted to shift her towards more recent aesthetics of the Southern Church, while keeping her general look the same.  I also wanted to make her less of a physical character, with her mace, bare arms and muscles, into more of an intellectual one, a leader of Inquisition rather than one of its attack dogs.  

I recently had the pleasure of working on an upcoming commission/collaboration with :icongonadthebarbarian:, a sequence set in Alvez that will eventually be made available.  One of the characters, Alissa, represents the contemporary look of an agent of the Church in the 1230s (Linked below).  I wanted Ailinor to reflect this new design.  But Ailinor's story begins around 1100 SI, 230 years before the events of Kroashent and Alissa's story, so I needed her outfit to look a little older than Alissa's.  I researched clerical aesthetics from the time of the Albigensian Crusade of Earth's 13th century, and tried to remove the sharp clean lines of Alissa's look for something from the High Middle Ages.

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See Ailinor's original form here: https://www.deviantart.com/kathalia/art/Mermay-2019-The-Cleric-Ailinor-796771524 See Alissa the Cleric's "contemporary" vestments here: https://www.deviantart.com/kathalia/art/Patreon-Commission-Spellcasting-Alissa-907943580

[xxsabitoxx]

〈 𝐓𝐞𝐦𝐩𝐞𝐬𝐭 〉Sanemi

Noun. A violent windy storm

𝘞𝘢𝘳𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘴：𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯 𝘰𝘧 𝘣𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘥 ＆ 𝘨𝘰𝘳𝘦 + 𝘢𝘥𝘶𝘭𝘵 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘯𝘵

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* ✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* ✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* ✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* ✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*

You were elbows deep in a bear carcass when he stumbled upon you. Your beauty made him pause, blade drawn mid way from its sheath. Despite blood covering your lips and chin, arms covered all the way up to your biceps, Sanemi found you to be utterly entrancing. Perhaps that was the reason he let you live, not able to kill you despite the emotions swirling through his mind. He left you there that night, frozen in fear as he slowly retreated into the forest.

That’s how each night had gone for the past week… up until now. You weren’t exactly sure why a demon slayer, a Hashira no less, was letting you live. You thought the first encounter was purely fool's luck, for some reason you had been allowed to live. Your second meeting had you questioning that luck, but again, you were left alive. Now… a week later you were finally understanding your reasoning for being kept alive. “Shut up.” You flinched, gasp getting caught in your throat.

Two fingers were scissoring you open, a cold blade pressed to your throat. He had caught you off guard yet again, finding it infuriating and amusing that you never seemed to learn from your mistakes. “I-I haven’t said anything!” You whined, the back of your head digging into the dirt as he pressed up against your walls. “Can demons even cum?” His lips pressed to your ear, his whole body vibrating with anticipation. “W-why wouldn’t they be able t-too…”.

You trailed off, nails digging into the bloodied dirt beneath you. He had caught you mid-meal once again, not seeming to mind the massacre you had left behind. How you even got into the position you are currently in… you weren't sure. “What did I say about shutting up? I mean really you must be brain dead, I’ve never witnessed a demon as stupid as you.” The words stung, it shocked you when tears began burning at your eyes. You couldn’t remember the last time you cried…

Hurt was mixed with pleasure as your walls sputtered around his fingers. Your whole body tensed, vision going white as you orgasmed. Sanemi watched in sick fascination, hating the fact that he had given you so much pleasure but also utterly enticed. He wasn’t sure what was wrong with him… hell maybe it wasn’t even him. Could your blood demon art have to do with this? Could it be the reason he was fucking a demon instead of killing them? “Why…” you gasped as he grabbed you by your thighs, struggling to blink the spots from your eyes.

Sanemi was quiet, eyes taking in the sight of your soaking cunt. He had no answer for you, instead using his free hand to pull his erection from the constraints of his pants. “G-go easy at least…” you knew he wouldn’t, your whole body tensing at the sight of his size. “Easy? You’re a demon aren’t you? You can regenerate, if anyone can take this… it’s you.” His eyes locked with yours, making every word die on your tongue. He was oddly handsome, even with the crazed look in his eyes. Your hands tightened into fists, eyes snapping shut as he mercilessly pushed past your entrance.

You couldn’t breathe, your whole body rigid as he gave you no time to adjust. “Take it.” Teeth gritted as he spoke, the blade was still pressed dutifully to your neck. One wrong move and you were certain it would pierce your skin. You were fairly impressed he was able to multitask so easily, keeping the blade in place while manhandling you with the other. Sanemi’s hips drew back as quickly as he had entered, snapping forward again a moment later. There was a sick satisfaction crawling up his chest as he watched your body jolt with each plunge.

“Take it.” Again, harsher as he bottomed out. He held himself there for an agonizing few seconds before pulling back out. You couldn’t do anything but take it, the initial pain had ebbed into pleasure, leaving you gasping and whining as he unloaded his anger. You weren’t even sure why it was happening nor were you sure why you were enjoying it. Sanemi was in the same boat, utterly tormented by the fact that he was enjoying it, the fact that he was fucking a demon and actually getting off to it. “Wonder if… demons can get…” he trailed off, laughing harshly as your eyes rolled back.

“Close? Gonna cum?” He cooed, words full of venom as he felt your walls convulsing around him. You wailed, thighs trembling as your abdomen tensed. You felt as if you’d explode, yelling as a calloused hand left your thigh and pressed down on your abdomen instead. Everything felt impossibly tighter, Sanemi’s hips never faltering as plunged into you over and over. “C-c’mon… amuse me… cum.” He choked out as your walls clamped down tightly, your ears ringing as pleasure washed over you. Sanemi faltered, struggling to move as you came. “Would ya look at that…” he groaned, nearly forcing the blade through your neck as he came.