#and the fact that my king wants me carnally

[slytherin-trash]

love shang qinghua’s internal dialogue in any and all situations

love shang qinghua’s internal dialogue in any and all moshang situations

love shang qinghua’s internal dialogue specifically in fanfic moshang situations

[sttoru]

𝝑𝑒 SYNOPSIS. sukuna is shameless—not caring if anyone were to ever catch him righteously claiming ownership over his favorite concubine in the garden.

wc. 1.5k-ish

tags. true form!sukuna x concubine!female reader. smut, pwp. exhibitionism. size difference. dumbification \\ objectification. has two c.ocks. hair pulling. use of spit (yeah ik i wouldnt write for it but its sukuna). breeding themes. overstimulation. reader gets called ‘little girl, slut’. sukuna’s a menace and loves to create drama between his concubines

“shut up. i don’t care if they’re here or not,” sukuna grunts, tightening his grip on your fleshy thighs as his lower cock slams in and out your sloppy cunt without much thought. the sound of pruning shears cutting off branches is easily overwhelmed by the lewd noises of skin slapping against skin.

you feel sorry for those servants who’re just doing their job tending to the garden. none of them dare to look your way. they’re sweating, eyes solely focused on the branches they’re cutting, acting like they are not hearing the sinful moans and grunts in the distance. if they look, they’re dead. that much is known.

everything is blurry to you. all you can manage to do is let out a string of pleasure filled whines. your body is easily overpowered and held up against the harsh wood of the nearby wall. your thighs are spread in an awfully painful way, your knees up to your chest. quite literally folded in half.

“i said eyes on me, y’ fuckin’ slut,” sukuna barks. he does not have the patience today. you breaking the intense eye contact with him only worsens his mood. one of his veiny hands tug at your hair. the others hold you up—not allowing you to even think of getting back on your feet until your tight cunt is done milking him for what he’s worth.

you gasp and sukuna takes the chance to grab your jaw with yet another free hand. “open y’r mouth,” his hips do not still for even a second. they roll and ground against yours, the surrounding skin near his pelvis stained with your wet juices. he could smell it. just as nasty and dirty as he wants it to be.

you part your lips and keep them like that, not wanting to piss sukuna off even more. he grins at the sight of your red tongue instinctively rolling out like the obedient little girl you are. he spits right into your mouth, “swallow.”

you do so without second thought. the warm liquid trickles down your throat. sukuna watches in satisfaction, drilling into you until your insides are complete mush. you’re drooling over yourself already—clearly having lost control over your rationality.

you sniffle and try to hold onto sukuna’s biceps. your small fingers curl around the shape of them, nails digging into his flesh. every time you think sukuna’s finally letting up, he only increases his inhuman pace. “my l-lord, ‘s too much,” you cry out. your body could only handle so much pleasure before it’d break down. your pussy is convulsing around his girthy cock, feeling his other sliding back and forth over your sensitive clit.

the king of curses shuts you up with a hiss. his bottom set of eyes is focused on the impressive scene of your tiny pussy swallowing his cock so easily. he’s feeling proud of the fact that he’s molded you into the perfect concubine for him and his carnal pleasure.

sukuna has fucked you silly enough times to know how to get you under his spell. his fingers brush over your hard nipples, grabbing the squishy flesh of your tits as they bounce with each of his thrusts. he leans his head down towards yours. his rough, raspy voice makes your body heat up, “no, no. it’s never too much for my little girl, right? she can easily take ‘nother load f’me.”

your breath hitches and sukuna realises it worked. he knows just what to say to manipulate you into giving in. so he can fuck you senseless for how long he wants. you’re a sucker for the fact that he calls you his. that’s what you are—you’re his woman. only his and no one else’s. the claim of ownership makes your pussy clench.

“y-yes, my lord. i can take another, i can,” you breathe out, head swaying from side to side, not mentally able anymore to keep up with sukuna’s intense libido. yet, your body is still active, squeezing around sukuna’s dick as he promised you more of his precious cum.

the king of curses snickers, amused by just how fast you gave in. “that’s what i thought, hah,” he’s realised that his hold on you knows no bounds. you’re his little toy. the only one he wants to ravish these days. and the only one worth of carrying his seed.

you’re still thinking about the way he’s called you ‘his little girl’. it’s driving you closer to the edge. you start to get louder, completely ignoring your inner thoughts that begged you to have some decorum; to try and hide the fact that you’re getting slutted out in the courtyard.

there’s not much hiding it anyway since the servants have a clear understanding of what’s going on behind them. “mghh, please—please need more!” you mewl and sukuna listens. his red eyes darken with desire as you get into it. he loves to experience that lust driven side of yours. a complete opposite to your usual formal and shy self.

“louder, c’mon. let them know i’m fucking you good,” sukuna sneers, enjoying the mind games he is playing with you. you’re too cockdrunk to even notice. the them in his sentence refers to his other concubines. he knows that you’re secretly craving to get revenge on them and show them just how well you get dicked down by him every single day.

unlike them, who rarely get graced by his touch. that is, when you’re unavailable.

you do as told and increase the volume of your erotic moans, letting everyone around the estate know what you’re getting up to. not like anyone could interfere. sukuna wouldn’t dare let them live a second after.

“that’s it, yeah,” the sorcerer grunts and rams his length repeatedly into you, cursing at the way you’re gripping him so tightly. you’re so dripping wet that he slips out of you for a second. he moves his hips, angling them better to slam back inside of you.

however, you’re one step ahead. your shaky hand reaches down between your legs and you quickly guide his tip to your entrance, urging him to push between your moist folds again. “nasty fuckin’ girl,” sukuna scoffs at your desperation, though secretly thrives off it. he switches cocks and shoves the upper one into your cunt.

you gasp. you’re so used to him to the point that you could sense the difference between his dicks. the upper one has more veins and is a tad bit girthier. you hiccup and nearly choke on your own moans and spit from the change of pace and dicks. “ngh, ‘tis so deep, my lord—” you whine loudly and your hands move to hold your breasts, stopping them from painfully jiggling around in every direction.

sukuna hums in content as he continues his rough thrusts. he can feel his balls twitch and clench, ready to shoot his sperm all up in your womb like you deserve. though, he doesn’t want to end this moment too quickly. he wants to extend it.

“c’mere,” sukuna grumbles and stops pounding your poor, aching cunt. he stills his dick inside you and allows you to cling onto his tall stature, lifting you away from the wall. he silently urges you to wrap your legs around his waist so he could carry you.

the robes of your kimono get left behind on the patch of grass near the wall of the main house. there’s a few droplets of white liquid that’s stained the grass, right where sukuna and you were standing at seconds ago.

you don’t think about anything anymore as you babble about how full you felt with his cock all the way in you. the fat tip brushes against your cervix with each step sukuna takes towards his next destination.

“keep talkin’ to me, doll. tell me how good it feels to take my cock,” he grins smugly as he carries your little body like a trophy into the main building—not paying mind to any maids who he passes by. they’re shocked by the sight of their lady in such a state, though are only able to bow at the two of you.

sukuna finally stops in front of the dinner table. the same table you always have dinner at with him and his other women. he places your back against the surface, big hands holding you down by your hips. “there we go,” he coos mockingly, seeing how you’re completely fucked out, yet still needing more of him.

the king of curses has his own twisted reasons of bringing you here. looking outside of the window, you notice how the sun is starting to set. that’s also the moment you realise his hidden motive.

the other concubines will sooner or later gather at the dining hall to eat supper. they’d expect a peaceful meal, though instead, they’ll be greeted by the sight of their dear lord screwing his favorite. it’ll be a painful blow to them.

which is exactly what the ruthless man wants to achieve.

sukuna licks his lips and all of his eyes focus on you solely, “gonna enjoy my dinner a bit earlier t’day, yeah?”

CR. STTORU 2024

[kiame-sama]

The Hylian Zonai- (Yandere!Ganondorf x Fem!Hybrid!Reader) pt 3

Warnings; yandere, yandere relationship, yandere temper, yandere behavior, smart yandere, manipulation, manipulative behavior, platonic and romantic yanderes, NSFW mentioned and hinted at, brief nudity mentioned,

"Hylian"

"Zonai"

"Gerudo"

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"Remind me again where we are going?"

"I'm going to show you something I haven't shown anyone else. I haven't even told my father about it."

"And we have to be deep in the forest for this?"

"Yes. Otherwise someone else may see."

Ganondorf hummed as he followed the soft Princess deeper into the forest, wondering just what it was he needed to be shown. Soon the dense trees gave way to a clearing filled with wildflowers and a shallow stream on the far side. Despite being rather late at night, the clearing was illuminated by the moon and the fireflies blinking in the darkness. It was a lovely place, but the King had a feeling that it wasn't what you wanted to show him.

"Okay," the soft Hylian Zonai nodded, turning to face Ganondorf, "I promised to tell you why I pulled you here in the middle of the night, but I think It's better I show you."

Before he could question what it was she intended to show him, her dress fell from her figure with ease. Where he wanted to comment on the sudden bare body before him, his voice died in his throat due to sheer surprise and wonderment.

As the moonlight caressed (y/n)'s soft flesh, the various faint tattoos scrawling across her figure began to glow with a golden light. It seemed to shine from every mark along her body and even her third Zonai eye lit up as if empowered by the golden glow. The light danced across her skin and seemed to center right beneath her collarbone above the curves of her breasts. Glowing brighter than the tattoos sat an interesting symbol of three triangles stacked together to make another triangle, a certain power humming from it similar to that of the secret stones.

"Ever since I was young, when the moon was at full and shined upon me, these marks would glow. Like my father, I was born with my markings. Only recently have I noticed a certain strength and power from them. Father once spoke of an ancient power imbued within those who were chosen by the creators of this land. The harmony of courage, strength, and wisdom. The tri-force. Father has the symbol in many places about the castle, but the only place I have seen it outside of the castle is within my own flesh."

The little Princess smiled at the Gerudo King, his heart racing in his chest as he took in what she told him. If her words were true- and he could feel the sheer power emanating from her- then the very key to strengthening himself without the aid of a Secret Stone was standing before him. Her beautiful trusting (e/c) gaze held such a fondness to them and her affection towards him could not be clearer.

Why else would she reveal this secret to him?

Even as he gazed at the mark in wonder, he felt his eyes traveling ever so slightly lower. Part of him wished to act upon the carnal craving that pulled at his mind as he gazed upon the bare form of the sweet and trusting Princess. Here she stood before him with not a scrap of clothing covering her figure, on full display for his increasingly hungry gaze. If he didn't look away or cool himself down somehow, he would...

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Rauru could feel his nails digging into the stone before him as the guards continued to relay your sudden disappearance and lack of presence in the castle. The guards, Sonia, and Zelda were all searching the castle grounds, but none of them could find either you or Ganondorf. Truly, the stress about this whole endeavor was eating Rauru alive.

Why in Hyrule would you leave the safety of your home and his protection with no warning or note? The fact that both you and the dangerous Gerudo man disappeared at the same time did not sit well with Rauru. There were countless things that man could be doing to you- with or without your consent- and it truly unsettled the Zonai King.

When the first guard woke both Rauru and Sonia to inform them of your disappearance, he feared the worst. He sent several guards to search the castle grounds for you but he had a hunch that the Gerudo king was somehow instrumental in your disappearance. When neither you nor the Gerudo king were found, he began to worry you two may be together.

He knew he had to worry about how close you got to the king in the daytime, but he never expected the two of you to abscond so late at night. Perhaps the king simply took you and decided to return to the sands, but it wouldn't make sense that he abandoned several of his warriors as well. Perhaps you led the king away for some unknown end, but Rauru couldn't think of a single thing that could prompt such behavior from you.

With the both of you missing, he had no choice but to send out search parties to possibly locate the two of you. He dreaded the thought of what could be taking place under the cover of night.

"Beloved? They've scoured the nearby fields and have found nothing. I worry our dear daughter is hiding from us with the Gerudo king."

"Then it seems I must locate her myself... But..."

"Rauru?"

"I just... I worry what I may find when I do find her."

"My love, she is a young woman blossoming into an adult. She was bound to find love at some point."

"But why him? Why now?"

"Who else would she have gotten close to? We have been keeping our little one from taking her own path, but she was bound to find it eventually."

Sonia rest her hand gently atop Rauru's, trying to provide some comfort to her beloved King despite his obvious stress and displeasure. She knew that one day their lovely daughter would spread her wings and find her own way in life. Despite knowing this, she also knew Rauru was not ready to let their daughter go yet.

Zonai aged slowly and at a much more measured pace than the other races, but due to (y/n) not being a full Zonai she aged the way Sonia did. That was, up until she reached physical maturity. At physical maturity, she seemed to stop aging and instead had more mental maturing to do. Even still, she was technically an adult and was supposed to make adult choices. Still, Rauru saw (y/n) as a child and not as the adult she appeared to be.

"But what if I find them and they're intertwined, embracing in the moonlight? I couldn't possibly-"

"Rauru, if you find them intertwined, let them be. Our little girl must grow up at some point. I worry just as you do about her future, but that is not a path we can walk for her. That is a path she must walk herself. If she has found love, then good for her. I would rather she choose someone less violent, but that is still not a choice we can make for her."

Sonia smiled at Rauru, gently cupping his cheek with her hand. Of course, he knew she was right and that he was not allowed to make choices for his (y/n), but did she have to choose him of all people? Even though Rauru understood that is was not his choice, he still felt the need to keep the two away from one another to prevent his dear daughter's heart from being broken.

"Now," Sonia started, straightening Rauru's necklace, "go find our daughter and make sure she is safe. I don't want either of you coming home upset."

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Rauru walked among the trees, seeing the moon-dappled path stretching out before him as he walked the ancient trail. Granted, the forest was not far from the castle, but Rauru knew his daughter and had shown her this very path himself many moons ago. As he moved beneath the swaying trees, a faint sound on the wind carried itself to him.

"- stop it!"

Those few words and the familiar voice sent his heart into a frenzy, hastening his step and carrying him swiftly to the sound. He would easily bring himself to kill the Gerudo king regardless of how that would impact his standing if the man dared lay a hand on his precious daughter. And from the sounds of it, his sweet (y/n) would thank him for the intervention.

Right before he reached the clearing a certain sound stopped him in his tracks. It wasn't crying or a loud struggle, it was... Laughter?

He peeked through the treeline to see (Y/n) and Ganondorf- both fully clothed- in the stream, splashing the cold water at one another in what could only be described as completely innocent play. The man's hands were much larger than the little Princess' so he was winning their splash fight rather soundly. Still, the soft Princess hadn't given up yet and she was not playing fairly.

Through a mix of time-displacement and Ultra-hand, she was redirecting the water back to the Gerudo king. Both were laughing even as the icy touch of the water send shivers through them. Eventually, Ganondorf had managed to temporarily distract (y/n) long enough to lift her from the ground and dunk her in the deeper part of the stream.

"I yield! I yield!"

(Y/n) laughed even as she cried out her surrender shaking her soft Zonai ears free of the water, playfully shoving the larger man. They were both panting at this point as they let the water settle, standing far too closely together for Rauru's liking. Eventually, (y/n) was the one to move closer to the Gerudo king, her head tilted to one side in an almost curious expression. The king didn't fight as the little Hylian-Zonai pulled him down to her level, hands resting on either cheek. But as the distance between them began to close, Rauru felt compelled to act.

"Ahem."

The sudden clearing of his throat made (Y/n) quickly pull away, looking towards the sound with a mixture of surprise and irritation. That bit of surprise faded away almost instantly when she saw who it was that had intruded upon what was meant to be a private moment. Now her expression was one of complete irritation as she stared out at her father.

"Am I interrupting something?"

"Yes, as a matter of fact, you are."

"Well, don't let my presence stop you then. Unless, you know you are doing something you shouldn't."

This caused a reaction he didn't expect from his little daughter, her form easily rising from the waters and her expression one of anger. Her lip curled back to show her teeth as she sneered in his direction, clearly upset at the intrusion from her father.

"Doing something I shouldn't? Like what? Fostering positive relations with our neighboring Kingdoms?"

"This is not fostering positive relations. This is canoodling with a violent monster!"

Those words caused a cascading reaction that neither Rauru nor Ganondorf had expected from the soft Hylian-Zonai. The sharp sound of a slap echoing in the clearing put a rather fine point on the anger of the little Princess towards her father. Her Zonai ears were flat against her head as she glared poisonously at him, her hand still in the raised position it ended in.

"How dare you? How dare you talk that way about the man I love? A monster? You are the monster."

Her angry tone broke with the hitch of a sob as tears filled her once trusting and affectionate eyes. Though she was soaked through with the cold water of the stream, she was still quite swift as she ran back towards the castle, tears staining their way down her delicate cheeks.

"Wait! (Y/n), wait, I said!"

Rauru attempted to call out, but his sweet daughter was already too far and too upset to hear him. Despite how he wanted to chase her, he was still near the demon of man who had entranced her in the first place. He turned to look at the afore mentioned man, surprised to see one of the most wicked grins on the man's face as he stared in triumph. His voice dripped in a mocking saccharine tone as he taunted the Zonai.

"This will certainly make her listen to you and not resent you at all. Absolutely. Well done, oh 'great king of Hyrule'."

"Keep your forked tongue behind your teeth, Ganondorf."

"Oh? (Y/n) seemed to enjoy this forked tongue of mine quite a bit."

"If you put your hands on her-"

"The only hands I have placed on Princess (Y/n) are the ones she's asked for. Can you say the same?"

Rauru could feel the rage in his chest as the sun-kissed king sauntered away back to the castle, leaving the Zonai King to his thoughts. Instead of getting his beloved (Y/n) to see what a monster Ganondorf was, Rauru instead turned her against him. The only way he could possibly heal the now deep rift between him and his daughter was to get Ganondorf to show his true colors to the world.

Hopefully that would be enough to make (Y/n) see.

[passionateseadruid]

Snake king’s bride 9

No sympathy for the Devil

Notes:

WARNING!! SEXUAL CONTENT AHEAD! TALKS OF WHAT HAPPENED AFTER CHAPTER 7

It was a cold day in hell. Sinsmas. The actual day, Christmas for the folks up on earth. And here you were in bed alone.

"Hey! It's Lucifer! Can we talk? I brought Pancakes!" Lucifer knocked outside the door. You got up and opened the door to your room. "Hi… I wanna talk about what happened after your family’s party."

"There’s nothing to talk about. Nothing happened." You denied.

"Come on, you can't just bottle up your emotions like that! I made a huge mistake, I thought all this time if I could just shower you in love and intimacy you'd love me. But you cried that night." You listened to him ramble. You took the plate and motioned him to follow you into the room.

"Close the door." You instructed and he followed. "Why do you love me Lucifer?"

"I don't know."

"You're a bad person." You tell him as you sit on your bed and started to eat the pancakes.

"I know. I'm sorry. By the time I realized that my last ditch effort couldn't make you fall in love with me it was too late."

"Is that why you ran out in the middle of sex and didn't come back the next morning."

"Yeah. Was there something, anything, that I could have done to make it better?" He knelt on one knee in front of you.

"Not doing it at all." 

"Well, unfortunately we're past that point darling."

"You know, you're really sick in the head. You coerced me into sex, took my virginity, and you didn't have the decency to clean me up, or even stay with me. Then you come back days after the fact and try to worm your way into my life.

"That's not a fair representation of what happened that night. I kissed you sure, but you were the one who brought me to the bed."

"As you were groping me, shoving your tongue down my throat, and telling me how much you needed me carnally."

"I never wanted to hurt you. The fact that I have hurts me so much more than you could ever realize."

"No no, don't turn this on me. What could I have said? You had the power in that situation. You threatened to kill my family."

"Your dad shot me! And your mom scarred me with holy water!"

"Firstly the bullet bounced off your skin and shattered, and secondly can you blame my mom? You're literally the Devil."

"That's besides the point. Up until that night when have I ever intentionally done anything to hurt you?"

"Well you literally kidnapped me. You're holding me hostage. You've been trying to force me to marry you since the moment we met. You've made several sexual advances on me since then. You threatened my family at the Halloween party. And on top of all of that you're constantly comparing me to Lilith which just makes me feel so shitty about myself."

"Wow, I've been so shitty to you. Are you okay? It feels like you should have tried to run away by now."

"Some days you really make me want to."

"What can I do to make it up to you?"

"Oo! You can start by eliminating the discrimination against Imps and Hellhounds. Then you can give Styx, Renesmee, Nina, and Pluto Raises, and more paid vacations, more vacation time overall. I get to see my family and friends whenever I want. I also want to see a therapist. And finally I want to go to the other rings and see how the other Sins treat their citizens."

"Wow, that's… a lot."

"After everything you've done to me, this should be the bare minimum." You stood up and walked past him.

"But I never meant to hurt you!" He shot up to follow you. 

"But you did! You try to justify and ignore everything you do! You never take accountability for what you've done! You didn't mean to hurt me! Bit you did! Oh, but I was the one who instigated sex. But you were the one who implied that's what we'd be heading to that night. And I couldn't protest to it because you held the power! You were the one who made the conditions of our deal! I didn't have any room to argue!"

"IM SORRY OKAY?!" He reached out to you but you pulled out of his reach, leaving him to fall onto the floor. He curled into himself on his knees. "IM SORRY! IM SO SORRY!!" He sobbed. "I thought I was doing what you wanted. I was trying to do what you wanted that night! You kissed me back, remember? You grabbed onto me and you led me to my room. I have not been able to sleep in that bed since that night! I have hardly been able to look at you since you started to cry that night. The fear in your eyes, the pain, the utter despair on your face is burned into my brain. I am constantly thinking about how badly I hurt you. And if I have to burn down all of Heaven and Hell to get you to forgive me I will."

"Good. Because I will have no sympathy for the Devil."

[volterran-wine]

Run, Baby Run || Caius

𝐑𝐄𝐐𝐔𝐄𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐃 𝐁𝐘 𝐀𝐍𝐎𝐍𝐘𝐌𝐎𝐔𝐒: “What about some headcanons (or what you prefer) about Cauis and a mate who enjoys the "hunt" that courting can be as much as him (and who has no intention of always playing the prey)?"

This Ask appeared in my inbox back in the day when I let it slip Caius has his... preferences in terms of mates and bedmates. So, here are the headcanons that go along with that.

!𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒! Slight NSFW implications.

𝐀𝐬 𝐚𝐥𝐰𝐚𝐲𝐬, 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐧𝐬 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐛𝐞𝐥𝐨𝐰.

⋆｡ﾟ☁︎｡⋆｡ ﾟ☾ ﾟ｡⋆

—  𝐂𝐀𝐈𝐔𝐒

Well, I am a firm believer in the fact that Caius at one point had to 'hunt/chase' Athenodora early on on their courtship too. Spoiler alert; he did not accept her as a mate at the beginning and when he finally came around she proudly proclaimed he had to work for it in order to gain her companionship. It probably took them a couple of decades before they would both call one another husband and wife.

However, in order to elaborate some more and have fun with the character; I will pretend he has decided to hunt/chase a vampire in this day and age—with all of The Volturi's power at his disposal.

There is a part of Caius he tries to bury beneath a veneer of being the most serious out of the kings, a part of him that has survived since his newborn days. You see, he spent many years catering to his every whim and indulgence; inviting death and pleasure into his undead life with equal measure.

One of the bonding activities he would indulge in with a new or potential mate is definitely going on a hunt for food. These days he is cooped up in Volterra more than he would like to be, so indulging in a cat & mouse chase with his lover? One that certainly will end with him watching his mate drink their fill? Oh sign Caius right up.

Now if his mate had decided they want to be the one to chase Caius? The king will be quiet for a couple of minutes, seemingly looking them up and down and wondering if they would be able to do such a thing. But a soft smirk will soon enough grace his features before knocking back his glass of blood-wine and standing up from his seat.

“If you have no interest we can go back to— ” “Do not hold back.” “Caius?— ” “If you have decided to hunt me I expect a chase more thrilling than any other.”

𝐍𝐒𝐅𝐖 𝐂𝐎𝐑𝐍𝐄𝐑: When it comes to mixing this sort of indulgence with carnal activities, he will gladly chase for as long as he needs to. But his mate needs to be aware of the fact that wherere ever Caius catches them, is where he will have his way with them.

For what it's worth, I do not think Caius would never indulge in these tendencies with a mortal. Us humans are simply too easy prey for a vampire like Caius, it would not be very entertaining for our dear king.

[25shadesoffebruary]

10 BL BOYS I WANT CARNALLY Redo

I have a few people tag me @firstkanaphans @negrowhat in this and when I originally did it I only put Phaya from the sign but I started thinking and I said yeah I got more so here are the others.

1. Phaya from the sign

Idk if it’s the way that Billy plays this character or what but Phaya has my heart. He’s just so annoyingly cute and playful but so smart and curious and he does not like to be ignored and so passionate, it’s endearing really idk.

2. Mork from Last Twilight

This man is so warm and kind and loving and caring and loyal and and and I could go on and and on I love him so much. Like that man went to jail because his friend decided to put his woodpecker into another birds tree and he fought for his ex girlfriend trust. I’m sorry that man is so fucking warm.

3. King from Bed Friend

I love this man and his big brown cow eyes so much. He’s just a walking green flag and he so sexy. He is just thoughtful, caring, loving, warm. I want him on every level. Love him

4. Akk from Enchantè

He a little slow on the uptake but that man is so romantic and kind. And truly was a green flag. And truly just wanted the best for Theo even if he had to put himself on the back burner.

5. Jeng from Step by Step

JENG WAS A MAN (no pun intended) That man was a CEO of his own business while trying to manage another business that he hated. He was self sacrificing and so kind. I love that tired his best to change when it came to Pat. He made some questionable decisions but I believe he did that because he thought that was best for him. He was loving and caring a I count him as a green flag.

6. Mark from Love Mechanics

That man went through so much for love. But I love how he was true to himself. I love how self aware he was and I love how he stood up for himself. Mark knew who he was and also knew what he wanted but he also knew that he was fucked when it came to Vee. I would have treated him right.

7. Ayan from The Eclipse

That man was a menace. But I love how fiercely loyal he was. I love how kind and thoughtful and loving this man was. He just wanted Justice ( and for the school to burn to ashes and for ashes to go the dumpster never to be seen again) for his uncle, he was a heartbroken boy who has lost his one close person in his life and was spinning around lost like a broken compass but he found his north in Akk and I love that for him.

8. Phayu from Love in the Air

Is this really a surprise to anybody. I mean come on now. That man knew how to stand on business. He knew what he wanted and made sure he got it. Made sure the person he wanted was also on their business. He wanted them to be successful together and love a man that is ambitious. Very loyal and protective but was also completely a simp.

9. Boeing from Only Friends

This man was wicked for no other reason then the fact that he could be. I was fascinated. Came to ruin lives and almost succeeded to if it hadn’t been for RayMew and them being like ahh back the fuck up off my man. I still think RaySandBoeing threesome should have happen. I would have like to see Boeing and Top kiss but also BoeingTopBoston would have been interesting to see. And I think Boston would have loved it there to be honest but we talking about Boeing here. Anyway that man should have had more screen time so he could fuck up more people lives.

10. Kinn from KinnPorsche

Listen Linda, that man was most definitely not a green flag and a very dark pink flag but I don’t think he was a red flag. He was just dumb. He’s complicated. But he was kind and thoughtful in his own way. And he tired to be fair to people. But Porsche was on that man mind 25/8 and it’s hard to think when someone is occupying your mind like that. But is he very loyal to a man that did not deserve it. He was caring for his people and was a big simp and I love that for him.

Tagging: @respectthepetty @smittenskitten @spicyvampire @chaos0pikachu @icouldhyperfixatehim @omarandjohnny @piningintrovert @pondsphuwin and anybody who wants to do it

[wen-kexing-apologist]

10 BL Boys I Want Carnally

I was tagged by @twig-tea, but I do what I want so I'm ignoring the Boys thing (and on at least one occasion the BL thing). Anyway, without further ado, and in no particular order.

Win!Lin- Cupid's Last Wish

LOOPHOLE FIRST!

gif by @angelbesideme

Thanks to Cupid's Last Wish, Jan is a boy here! So I am choosing Win from Cupid's Last Wish before he body swaps back. HOWEVER, if I'm honest, it was less Win and more masc!Jan that made my brain short circuit so do with that what you will.

Toon- Seneha Stories

I am breaking from the prompt immediately, but this is my post and I can do what I want, so I am choosing Toon from Seneha Stories, which @so-much-yet-to-learn brought my attention to. Seneha Stories is definitively not a BL, but Toon is hot, kind, sad, and he fucks so I'd be living my best life.

Miw, Neo, Shin, and Mae - 3 Will Be Free

THIS IS NOT ME SUGGESTING A FOURSOME, THIS IS JUST ME TRYING TO PREVENT FOUR OF THE TEN SPACES FROM BEING 3 WILL BE FREE.

I like it when my fictional women not only are capable of murder, but have, in fact, murdered. Miw and Mae are hot, competent, killers, fucking over evil billionaires so what is not to love?

I am not immune to Neo and his slutty little crop tops. He has three brain cells and they are all that is keeping him from not dying. Iconic to be honest.

I am not immune to Shin and his glasses, and his kindness. I mean, the boy got cut with a knife and not only comforted the kid that wounded him when he started freaking out but dated him.

Mollie - The Warp Effect

gif by @patpran

MY FIRST NON-BINARY REP IN THAILAND, MY BELOVED. Mollie is so fucking hot, they are talented, they have sick tattoos, they are fighting for themselves, and are changing the landscape of media, what is not to love?

You could also almost certianly put in any of Silvy's characters and I would probably want them carnally, cause...it's Silvy.

(honestly, I'd go for Nim too, but again, not for her character's personality, it's the masc!Jan effect)

Kim- KinnPorsche

gif by @namchyoon

For this scene and this scene only. Honestly, I think if nothing else this shows you that my type is people who could actually maybe kill me in a fight.

Or at the very least, people I could get in to a homoerotic fight with.

Anyway, Jeff gives me gender envy and the first time I saw this gifset, I thought he was a butch lesbian.

Speaking of homoerotic fights

Phaya and Sand - The Sign

MENACE! A MENACE I TELL YOU! I truly well and deeply have an appreciation for when someone who (I assume) typically would top absolutely just vibrates out of their skin at the first sign they might be topped.

And I'm adding Sand here as well because I think my jaw dropped like ten feet when I saw her on screen.

Sand, baby girl, let me know if Yai doesn't treat you right, cause I will.

King- Bed Friend

gif by @earthfluuke

Shout out to this man, I've seen him on at least three of these lists. But who could blame us? Look at him.

Choy Yu Na- Semantic Error

She did that bisexual sit and my heart was hers.

And for my last two picks, I certainly am asking myself the question, do I want them carnally or do I just want them?

Mork -My Ride

Helloooooooo Mr. Dimples. I mean....I feel like I don't need to explain myself here. We all get it, right? We understand, right? And besides, he gives rides for a living or something...

Minoru- Our Dining Table

HE'S JUST SO NICE, SO KIND, SO TIRED. @isaksbestpillow is so right, he is a mother. I love him.

Tagging @so-much-yet-to-learn, @solitaryandwandering, @respectthepetty and anyone else who sees this and wants to join!

[thenightling]

What I think is the ACTUAL meaning behind the movie Nightmare before Christmas:

I was googling the meaning behind a Danny Elfman song today and something unrelated popped up. It was a Tor dot com article about the "Meaninglessness of Nightmare before Christmas."

It seemed "profound" as far as online articles go but obnoxiously it was clearly an opinion piece dealing with someone's personal interpretation that the movie has no meaning. And Google had sucked up as a valid source of information and "facts." And it was mostly just this pretentious author insisting that the whole thing is "beautifully meaningless." and there's no moral and no one grows and there's no meaning at all. Yeah... No. I disagree. I do NOT think The Nightmare before Christmas is meaningless. Though I don't think it is the deepest thing ever. "Or perhaps it's really not as deep as I've been lead to think. Am I trying much to hard?" - Jack Skellington quote from the song Jack's Obsession by Danny Elfman.

And no, I don't fall in line with the popular interpretation that it's a big metaphor for cultural appropriation. That sort of thing never mattered much to Tim Burton as a film topic and he has said he was just inspired by seeing a store window display change over from Halloween to Christmas. So what do I think it's actually about? ...Love.

Let me explain. We begin with Jack finishing a successful Halloween but he feels empty inside. For all the praise and cheer, he's lonely, isolated. He's the big celebrity everyone fauns over. He knows he's popular but he's always separate, always alone. He has his dog but that's it. He's lonely in that crowd of cheering fans. He feels a longing and he doesn't know what that longing is for. He aches for someone to just understand and accept him, not idolize him. An equal. A companion. When he discovers Christmas that "Empty place is filling up." Christmas spirit is all about love. The Muppet Christmas Carol even has the song "The Love we've Found." The joy Jack associates with Christmas is akin to love. He wants others to feel this happiness, this desire to give and bring joy to others. What he is experiencing is something David Bowie once decribed in his song called Soul Love. "All I have is my love of love. A love that's not loving." Jack tries to share this wonderful feeling with the rest of Halloween but they don't understand it. Most of them don't crave love the way he (and Sally) do. And Christmas is all about love. Not necessarily romantic or carnal love but a love, just the same. A love for others, a love to give. A love of making others happy. Jack substitutes love with Christmas. And he wants to share it with his people. "Well, at least they're excited but they don't understand that special kind of feeling in Christmas Land. Oh, well..." Through the story Jack goes through an identity crisis, partly out of boredom and partly out of this child-like craving for love he doesn't fully understand. Sally gets it though. "Jack, I know you think something's missing..." First Jack has to come to terms with himself and self-acceptance. He does that. He comes to a new appreciation for who and what he is as he talks himself out of despair in the song "Poor Jack." when he exclaims "I am The Pumpkin King!" And then at the very end of the movie he finally connects with that thing he had been missing all along. And it's fitting that it's on Christmas that he discovers that thing he's been longing for - love, combined with a new reinvigorated appreciation for who and what he is. He finally finds that love that fills the void in both himself and in Sally because she has already told us that she feels the same way as Jack (*Whispers* She's just smarter than him...). Though Sally didn't exist in Tim Burton's original children's book / poem that became the film, he did approve of the creation of the character Sally and provided the early concept art. He even modeled Sally on his then girlfriend, Lisa Marie. And the book The Making of Nightmare before Christmas tells us that Sally gave the film its heart. She gave substance to the thing Jack was longing for and had never known- the love of another that wasn't idol worship. I know Henry Selick was the director and Caroline Thompson wrote the script but Tim Burton created the characters and he told the story bit by bit to Danny Elfman, who composed the songs before there was a script. So they conceived of Sally before anyone else and I think Danny Elfman caught on to what an important keystone Sally was for the story. Also Tim Burton is a romantic at heart. All of his films have a love story in there somewhere. And he tends to prefer that the couples get their fairytale ending "And they lived Happily Ever After." He even managed to turn Washington Irving's The Legend of Sleepy Hollow into a romantic fairy tale with a happy ending in his 1999 film, Sleepy Hollow. So there you have it. I feel that the real meaning behind Nightmare before Christmas- the thing Jack was longing for and ultimately realized was right there waiting for him- was love.

[captain-mj]

Well since the new Horangi skin came out now and twitter is going feral over it- how about some Eldritch!König and Monster Horangi?

Otherwise I will steal your rips (⁠◕⁠ᴗ⁠◕⁠✿⁠)

I have been WAITING for this. I have been goddamn WAITING!!!

Also, I'm sorry guys, I can't keep doing the ö.... My German friend has informed me the oe is fine so that's what I'm using

Horangi drew all of the symbols on to the floor, kneeling down in the middle of the circle. He cupped his palms together and raised them slowly. Unlike other invokers, he did not speak the words, just prayed silently before slicing his hand. Blood dripped into the sigils and spread slowly. His blood darkened before lightening, making a gorgeous color.

"I summon a creature from the deep. I need assistance." Horangi finally spoke, feeling a presence. He didn't need a big creature to do this. Just anything from the deep would work.

"Hello summoner." The voice crackled and fizzed. It was hard to actually make out the words but Horangi had experience.

"I have a request. May I first know your name?"

"Koenig." It growled, the voice vibrating the walls.

Oh.

Oh no.

Horangi refused to feel fear, but this was a problem. While Koenig was not a violent being, or a particularly sadistic one, he was known for being powerful. A king as his name sake suggested. It was foolish of Horangi to not specify a name, but he hadn't exactly expected the King of the Deep to answer a lowly summoners call.

"Hong-jin, correct?"

"I prefer Horangi." His name was not something Horangi like throwing around and the fact that this creature knew so easily... It unsettled him.

Koenig moved closer, clearly behind him. "Horangi." His voice. It made something in Horangi weak. Something, probably fear, told him to run far away, but he knew better. That would make him prey and he didn't want to know what the King does to prey.

Breath, definitely not real because such creatures did not need to breath, erupted on his neck. "Tell me, Horangi. What do you want?"

"I've... fallen into debt. I want enough money to get myself out of it." Horangi shivered as Koenig started to lift more. He clearly towered over him.

"You wish to be debt free." Koenig repeated.

"Yes. I can offer my service. Blood. If you crave death, I can give you that."

Koenig hummed and the walls vibrated. Horangi's body had a visceral reaction. His hands raised to cover his own ears but he stopped them, not wanting to offend.

"I don't want any of that."

"What do you want? I will try to procure it." Horangi had almost nothing else to offer.

"Easy. Your body."

Horangi hesitated. "I appreciate that you answered my call. But I do not want to be devoured at this time, thank you." He went to dismiss him.

Koenig grabbed him. His hands were huge, easily wrapping around his waist with his fingers touching. He laughed and Horangi was surprised that it didn't hurt. A warm liquid sensation filled his veins in response to the sound.

"My tiger, my little summoner. I am sure you would taste very sweet, but I am not interested in tasting you that way. It has been a while since I..." His hands gently slid under Horangi's shirt. He sounded... shy?

The great King of the goddamn Deep. Shy. By... him?

It hit him suddenly. "You want..."

"The carnal pleasures, yes."

Horangi laughed, almost hysterically. Koenig started to pull away. "Wait, no. I... Yes. I will. If you promise to free me of my debt, you can... use me. I only ask you don't drive me insane or kill me."

The hands squeezed him gently before pulling Horangi's shirt off gently. "I will do my best."

Horangi went to protest but Koenig grabbed him before he could get anything out. He was turned around and lifted, his legs set on something that seemed to be... approximately shoulders. It meant he was close to the King's mouth and that was more pressing.

His form hurt Horangi's eyes. There was a writhing mass of tentacles in a shape that looked like a mockery of humans. It didn't make sense. His mouth was too big for his face with so many teeth. His tongue ran along Horangi's inner thighs. It felt both cold and hot. It cut into his skin like razor blades and the saliva that dripped from his tongue made the skin it touched feel even more sensitive.

Horangi couldn't help but struggle. He was so far off the ground and it hurt. Tentacles wrapped around him immediately, keeping him locked into place. His hands went above his head and his legs were spread as far as they could. The slick from them had the same effect, making his skin feel so sensitive. Pleasure started to barrage his nerves and Horangi felt himself relaxing into it. The deal had been struck and he found himself start to enjoy this.

His blood started to run from where Koenig had licked him. He kissed the wound gently, his lips much softer. A tentacle rather gently asked for entrance to his mouth, so he opened it, letting the tentacle go down his throat. He didn't gag and he tried not to think about what Koenig was doing to him to make that happen.

Something that felt like a hand grabbed him and gently started to rub at his hole. He whimpered and one of the tentacles wrapped around his dick. It held him tightly and stroked him, adding more pleasure to the already intense feeling. An appendage finally entered him, spreading him open. It stretched him until he thought he'd break. He didn't know how deep it went but every drag or thrust had his eyes rolling back in his head.

More slick filled him, flowing down his thighs. His nerves set on fire as it did. Whatever soaked into his skin did... something. Every touch, no matter where it was, sent pleasure shooting up his spine. The slightest brush against his spine had his back arching and legs shaking. It was too much, overwhelming and yet he didn't feel himself getting any closer to release. That may have been a good thing, since he had no clue when Koenig would be done with him.

His teeth pressed against the tentacle in his mouth and it was ripped out of him.

Large eyes opened in front of him. "No teeth!"

"What are you... You're doing..."

"Yes, I'm manipulating you. Getting rid of that nasty gag reflex, getting rid of most of the pain, making it feel more intense. I'm a God and you're a plaything." Koenig said it like he was amused Horangi didn't assume it. "I'll put you back together when I'm done." The tentacle shoved back in to him. "Now no more teeth."

Horangi reluctantly melted back into the feeling. Slowly, achingly slowly, he felt himself adjust, the pleasure clouding his mind. He pressed against the tentacle thrusting into him. It slipped further into him and he moaned, licking at the one still in his mouth. Another one started to poke at his hole and he immediately started to wiggle, not sure it could fit.

It did. He screamed the entire time as Koenig did not dull this feeling, but the pain didn't deter him as much as it should. The two currently inside him moved in tandem, clearly trying to prepare him. Tears streamed down his face as more slick ran down his legs. Part of him hoped they didn't find his prostate because he wasn't sure he could handle the abuse they would no doubt inflict on it. The tongue, luckily not as sharp feeling, ran along the scars on his face.

"Did they inflict these, my little tiger?" His mouth moved down, sinfully soft but mindbreakingly hard. The contradiction of his very being made him both recoil and press into him. It sucked hickeys into his skin and licked roughly over his chest. He should be close, he knew he should, but he wasn't. It was a special type of edging and he didn't know how to handle any of this.

They all left him. All of the tentacles moving away to leave him empty. Even the one that had been stroking him disappeared.

"No, please." Horangi had never heard himself so desperate or so wrecked. His hole clenched on nothing and he was sure if Koenig set him down and left, he'd never recover.

Koenig pulled him closer but covered his eyes. "You asked I don't drive you insane. I believe its best you don't see me right now. You've... I can't focus enough like this to make myself palatable for you. I am sorry."

Horangi just shook his head. "please... Please..."

"Shush now. Don't think too hard about this, understood?"

Horangi did not understand but he nodded desperately. The flesh he was on was ice cold, but it made his skin feel warm. It pressed against him firmly to keep him in place. Something pressed to him and he realized what Koenig meant by don't think too hard.

It was too big. Far, far too big. Fuck that fact that it didn't make sense and seemed to writhe slightly, it wouldn't fit.

Horangi felt his mind clear as if it was a whiteboard that Koenig cleaned for him. Gently, because Koenig truly did not want to hurt him, he pulled him down.

He wailed. Pain and impossible pleasure ran through him and none of the sensations he felt made sense. He felt the pressure around Koenig's cock like he felt it breaking his body. He felt the hands running up and down his spine just as he felt the warm flesh of his own back under his hands. Horangi collapsed into Koenig, digging his hands into flesh that made no sense.

He finally felt himself get closer to release. Every time he tried to think of anything other than the dizzying sensations, Koenig would gently pull his thoughts back to him. If he thought this would protect Horangi's sanity, he was sorely mistaken. The invoker sobbed and whined desperately, unable to do more than take and take and take.

Koenig forced his head up off his chest and kissed him sweetly. He let Horangi come on him but didn't let him come down, forcing him to stay at the peak of his orgasm until Koenig finished.

Horangi clenched around him over and over again, sanity starting to singe at the edges. Just as he was about to plunge into madness, Koenig came and let him come down.

It felt like warmth and nothing else. Then, Horangi was empty again, being cradled. Something pressed against his mouth and he opened it slowly, feeling something be pushed into hit.

"Eat. It's human food, do not worry."

Horangi did as told, slowly chewing. Grapes, he was pretty sure. He swallowed, pre expecting for it to hurt. There was no sensation. Carefully, he moved his legs and then tensed his abdomen. No soreness. No hint of pain. Not even the sensation of wetness from the slick and cum.

"Like I said, I put you back together." Very human hands and a very human body continued to cradle him as he came back.

"Is it safe to open my eyes?"

"Yes."

Horangi did, looking into the same eyes as before, just human sized. A gorgeous blue. He wore a hood that covered his face and he was still rather large, but very human like. Convincing if Horangi didn't know better.

"Thank you."

"Of course, liebling." Koenig's hands patted over him almost professionally before he nodded. "You are fixed. I shall hold up my end of the bargain and clear you of your debt."

He grabbed Horangi's hands and although he saw them, he saw that they went no where near Koenig's mouth, he felt the sensation of his knuckles being kissed still.

"If you ever need me again, I shall ask for the same thing."

"What if I only want the sex?" Horangi stared at him.

Koenig looked shy again. "Little Gemahlin. You humans never learn." He disappeared completely, leaving Horangi gently laid on the floor.

Horangi did the normal sanity tests Invokers used. He counted to make sure he had no forbidden knowledge. Spoke aloud to make sure nothing appeared. Went through the experience bit by bit to make sure that he had left nothing to interpretation.

He hoped by specifying money early on in the conversation, Koenig would not catch on to his little slip of just saying debt free. He then thought of what he called him. Gemahlin. It sounded familiar, but Horangi couldn't place it.

He waved his hands and one of his books appeared in front of him. It took him a few minutes to find what he was looking for.

Gemahlin: Consort or wife. Usually used by high priestesses to declare their dedication to lesser creatures.

Oh.

Oh no.

[quinloki]

Birthday Request Event

"It's my birthday and I'll write what I want to \o/"

Gift Details ♥ Reader: Cis-fem!sub Reader Character: Donquixote Doflamingo Kink: #15 Bratty Reader #17 Degradation/Humiliation Prompt: #20 "Kiss me like you missed me." Gift Giver: @thus-spoke-lo

Summary: Doflamingo up and left you without and word, and upon his return home expects you to kiss him like you missed him. Instead, you snub him, and storm off to your room. Only to have the king of the castle storm in behind you.

Content Notes: degradation, dirty pet names, attitude from the reader and Doffy, string bondage, rough oral sex, edging

This birthday party is 18+, consensual unless explicitly stated otherwise, and BYOB

The large hand almost engulfs your face, forcing you to look at him. You can see the vein in his forehead throbbing, despite the wide grin on his face. He’s not amused at all, and frankly, you didn’t want him to be. You were mad.

He had left without a word. For days. You didn’t even get a single word from him over transponder snail and had to find out he was gone on business from fucking Trebol of all people. Which meant you didn’t just get a simple report, you had to humor him for nearly an hour, and he would not stop talking.

Nothing against Trebol, but you hadn’t been in any sort of humoring mood when you’d learned your one and only had just up and ghosted without a single word.

Upon his return Doffy had explained to you that the business at hand had been severely urgent, and that he had been well and truly indisposed during the time he was gone. He wasn’t one who was overly interested in explaining himself, in any capacity, so the fact that he went that far should have been enough.

Normally, it would be.

But normally he didn’t leave you for days at a time without so much as an assurance that he wasn’t dead somewhere.

Implying that someone could take him down had been the wrong choice of words on your part, and now here you were. Face held, and an angry lover in front of you.

Your brows knit, anger welling up in you in return, and you pull your face away, batting his hand aside. You’re painfully aware of the fact that he allowed both actions. He’s always allowed you a level of bodily autonomy he didn’t have to, given his strength and position.

“I was worried. You’re dealing with all manner of people and who knows what lucky bastard fate’s set against you?” You grumble, crossing your arms and turning away. “I did miss you, but – ah!” You feel the strings over take you, binding your body, and forcing your arms behind your back in practice movements.

“Doffy! Let me-aaahhhhmm-shit.” You struggle at first, but his tongue against your neck, and his hand down your pants was too much all at once. He’s persistent, but gentle, and the gentleness is raising your temperature and addling your brain as he deftly teases your clit.

You can hear his laugh flutter against your skin as his voice threads through your ear. “My, my, you’re already soaking wet. My little whore wants to talk back to me? After I already gave her more than she deserved by explaining myself?

“It seems my favorite brat needs a lesson in manners.” He growls, a thick finger sliding into your mouth and pressing against your tongue before you can say anything in protest.

One of the biggest reasons that Doflamingo was able to manipulate you, had almost nothing to do with the fact that he was incredibly good at manipulating people. It was because you were weak to being bound, used, and pump full of either pleasure or pain. Your connection ran deeper than merely shared twisted carnal desires, but you were certain his reaction to your sass was because he had missed you too.

In more ways than one.

And this would handle two issues at once.

You could hear the sloppy wet sounds from your mouth and your thighs, the heat building in your core as you couldn’t hope to squirm away. Your breath was hot and coming out in huffs around his finger and you shiver in the threads around you as the pleasure was making your legs shake.

“ ‘Offy, ‘lease.” You mumble around his finger.

“Mmm, no.” He answers, finger leaving your clit just as you were certain you were going to cum. He cleans his finger off by wiping it on your shirt before he rips the garment away from you. Threads slip between you and the rest of your clothes, ripping them to pieces and leaving the tattered bits to hang from the other threads that held you.

“Not a word.” He growls, taking his finger out of your mouth and walking away. You can hear the shift of cloth from behind you. You aren’t surprised when his strings move you, to see him seated on the edge of your bed, nothing on except his feather coat.

He brings you between his knees, his hand pushing your head to his semi-hard cock. “Welcome me home.” He commands.

You’re already on thin ice, but you’re also still irritated with him, so you give his shaft a few licks and a kiss before you look up at him and stick your tongue out. The devilish grin on his face doesn’t have the throbbing vein to go with it and he laughs.

“I do love that about you,” he admits, grabbing your hair roughly and shoving himself into your mouth. “But it was not a request, my love.”

You do your best to adjust quickly to the assault. His dry cock stuck to your lips a few times until you were able to get everything nice and wet. The discomfort gave way to a more comfortable set up, and Doffy let go of his grip on your hair as you began to suck and lick him properly on your own.

“Much better.” He muses, shifting his hips every now and then to drive himself a little deeper into your throat. “That’s how you greet me properly, slut. I was too kind to request a simple kiss, it seems.”

You lean back to say something, but before you can even squeak, his hand is in your hair again, pushing you back down.

“I said, ‘not a word’, and I meant it, my sweet bird.” He hums, shoving his hard cock down your throat until you’re gagging and crying from the actions. He moves in long enough strokes to allow you to breathe, even giving you a moment to cough and sputter a few times before continuing. He never allows you enough time to speak, and after a few moments he pushes almost painfully deep, forcing your nose into his pubes and forcing stars across your vision.

He pulls out to you sputtering and coughing, tears and snot and drool sliding down your face before he adds his cum to the mess. He smears the mess around your face and down to your chest, pinching your nipples roughly and forcing a yelp from you before he stops.

“Speak, brat, what do you say?” He asks, leaning back and glaring down at you.

“Th-thank you, sir.” You gasp, coughing once more to clear your throat. “Wel… welcome home.” You add quietly, heat flushing through your body.

Strings lift you up, forcing you to straddle his large waist, spreading your legs wide. You can feel his dick twitching against your slit.

“Better,” he muses, pulling a larger scrap of your ruined clothes free and using it to clean up your face. “Now, my sweet little bird, prove you missed me and kiss me accordingly.” He commands.

You can feel some of the threads go slack and you’re able to move your arms again. You reach out, cupping his face in your hands and bringing the two of you together.

“I missed you, Doffy, you bastard.” You say with a genuine smile, closing the small distance between you and kissing him. Softly at first, peppering him with a few brief kisses before parting your lips and urging him to devour you in return.

He held you in place, kissing you sweetly, as you felt the tip of his hard cock prodding your slick folds, pushing slowly into your pussy. You gasped and moaned into the kiss, welcoming the dangerously thick intrusion that promised to properly apologize to you for his extended absence.

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[danosrosegarden]

could you do something fluffy or smutty with my hubby Pierre?! There’s a carnal desire in the fiber of my bones that NEEDS more content with him :3

NSFW under the cut!

Yada yada love Pierre yada yada pretty boy yada yada agree there’s not enough content with him yada yada KINK LIST.

♡ Pierre is much more concerned with the romance in his relationship with you than the sexual aspects…but that carries through to sex, too. He’ll never leave you cold and alone after the fact…prepare to be smothered with soft cuddles and quiet kisses in the moonlight-painted glow of your bedroom, when the air is still thick with heavy heat.

♡ Breeding. I mean…that’s what people did back then, is just have bunches of kids. He goes wild for the way your body changes. He’ll make love to you (because that’s what he does, rather than just fucking) multiple times a day and hold you close in the glowing heat of the aftermath, hoping this was the time it really stuck. If not, well, sorry, he’ll just have to keep going once you’re not so sensitive. You don’t complain.

♡ An intelligent partner gets him going. Pierre has been made to feel like the odd one out at every social gathering he’s been to, with his tendency to ramble and get “out of control” with his passionate speeches. People stare a lot. So to find somebody who might, for instance, match his level of eagerness on discussing Napoleon’s invasion of Russia or philosophical literature…well, he’s in love. And ashamedly, your bright eyes and enthusiastic conversations secretly make him painfully hard and leaking at the tip. Which leads me to my next bullet point…

♡ Ramblefucking! Who doesn’t love it? Not Pierre! He wants to hear all those gorgeous little thoughts inside your head while he pumps in and out, gently but firmly. Don’t hold anything back from him.

♡ The king of being a switch. He has no problem taking the reins and holding your body with a tight grip, making you squirm and clench on his cock. But he also adores watching you push him down and take what’s yours. He’s yours, after all, wholly and lovingly. <3

[bitchkay]

The court of darkness tag is looking lonely. Who’s your favorite consort and why?

I'm indecisive😶

I feel like this is common knowledge but I'm so deeply in love with Tino

kaytino is so real

He makes me so fuzzy inside🥰🥰

Tino is just such good soul, it genuinely hard to hate him like if you don't like Tino I don't trust you, im not talking hes just not your taste cus we all like different flavors no like if you genuinely dislike the man just say you hate green flags🙄✋🏽

Tinos just so considerate and accommodating and he has to be cus he deals with Lynt everyday who most notably takes life at his own pace but hes also so incredibly kind with these qualities to back him up

Tinos truely a nurturer at heart and takes great pride in taking care of the people he cares about but hes also a person you can really put your trust in an relax around, you wanna take care of him as much as he wants to take care of you

I think also because hes a person you can really trust is why I wanna fuck him so bad--

NO CUS--

Tino would never hurt me, not intentionally anyway plus Tinos a fucking freak in the sheets I would genuinely let him do whatever he wants to me

And Tino usually nervous and unsure of himself so when he takes control I'm like😳✨✨✨

I need him carnally

Baby girls can also be Daddys🙄✋🏽

Another obvious one but I love love love Rio, hes my man

My man my man my man

Hes so friends to lovers coded and I love me some friends to lovers

Hes so sweet and nice but also so open minded and sure of himself

Hes also a foodie, you cant go wrong with a boy that keeps you fed

Sometimes I feel like we go a little bit far with the whole him being oblivious thing cus hes not fully oblivious, at least to the definition of oblivious like yeah I love my himbo king and I love them when they're a little bit stupid but hes not child, I'd be more concerned with him not understanding the basic mechanics of sex as a grown adult then him just not getting the jist of certain things or cues the first time around

Sometimes it's funny, hilarious even but I digress

I feel like I've said this a bunch of times already but Rio just gives off this nostalgic feeling of new experiences almost like young love but not

Its like a growing feeling, like a love that can only get deeper with age, a love that started from nothing but a seedling into a well nurtured flower

Not just growing but growing together, figuring it out, helping eachother

Hes also so gentle like Rios 6'2 and buff, he knows his strength and doesn't wanna hurt you

My gentle giant♡

I would sit on his

That too anyway--

I would sit on his back while he does push up

And I'd praise him saying hes so strong

I'd be like Rio you're so strong☺️☺️

and hed be like thank you sunbeam and flex his biceps for me♡

Rios also good with kids

Rio would make an amazing father

I would know

Anyway

I also wanna fuck

Rios sexy yall

And hes also a person you can really trust like Rios not the type of person to betray someone trust if anything I think Rio would treat other people's trust as a gift and holds it with pride

In others words if he wanted me to do a split on it IMMA DO A SPLIT ON IT‼ 🤸🏽‍♀️🤸🏽‍♀️

Anyway lastly Lance

My husband

Need it say more I love Lance with all my heart

Its pretty much all here

I love his mind and the way he thinks, I feel like Lance doesn't think hes a good person but in his heart he is, perhaps he doesn't follow the rules all the and talks back but his moral compass has never been wrong

Listen when I say I like bad boys I don't mean the leather jacket motorcycle vandalism type, I mean, would overthrow the government if he had the chance, questions authority and would break the law for a person in need

The leather jacket and motorcycle stuff is a plus tho--

Lance's worldview comes largely from the fact that he spent a good portion of his childhood raised by his mother living out of a beat up tent in the desert and really poor, he was apart of the resistance before he found out he was the son of the king and even then hid the fact that he was a prince from the resistance so he can still help them

Something I really like about Lance is his unexpected kindness, lance is mean, hes rude, he has impenetrable walls built up around himself but hes also respectful to those that deserve respect, and theres not one time where he sees someone that needs help and doesn't do it

He likes animals and animals like him too, children like him, I'm sure old people like him aswell

He kinda reminds me of Ryoji Ryukai from bad boys do it better but with less teenage angst lol and a little less of a tsundere

Also I wanna try Lance's smokes🤭🤭

Irian cigars👀👀

What's their weed like

You're telling me the smoke is purple⁉️⁉️

Lance dosen't smoke much after getting with MC which is understandable however I wanna try it like

I happen to be an enjoyer of oui'd

We can exchange 💨💨

You hit my dap I'll hit your pipe we give each other feedback

I'm talking as if I'm a stoner guys I swear I'm not

Don't do drugs kids😠☝🏽

Anyway

Me and Lance are actually pretty similar in the way we operate and carry ourselves

Very independent and like our own space but a good listener and open minded, opinionated but susceptible to change.

Something I really like about Lance and Mc is that MC is the yapper and Lance is the listener, and I think that's really beautiful I think every yapper needs their listeners and it's cute cus even if he may look uninterested he really is hanging on to every word she says♡

I wanna be his listener♡

I know lance doesn't express himself as much but I know he also has things to say and I wanna be the one to listen to him

Maybe he doesn't have much to say I'll still ask him how his day went♡ I'm interested in you baby, I like to hear your voice♡

I also Lance's I love voice, like every time I hear it I'm like😩😩

I hear on the title screen and I'm done for😵💫

No cus all hes saying is 'Makai Ouji to miwaku no nightmare' but his voice us so deep and sexy I want him

Lance's voice actor really deserves that raise, they feeding the girlies good😌

I also wanna fuck him

Like

Lance is in fact the hottest character in this game I'm sorry I had to tell the truth

If I was to rank the characters on attractiveness I would in fact put Lance at the top yes I would

Cus lance is so fineee

I wanna oil him up and throw him on the bed😩

Or the other way around👀

Either or👀

Lance has never disappointed in an epilogue that's my man right there

Freak in the fucking sheets

It started with his mischief ending.

[frenchgremlim1808]

WHAT YOUR FAVORITE CHARACTERS SAYS ABOUT YOU: YTTD EDITION

PART 1) THE PARTICIPANTS

SARA CHIDOUIN:

You can’t stop praising her about how amazing of a protagonist she is compared to other protags in similar games such as danganronpa. You would and WILL fight anyone that says anything bad about your homegirl an you DEFINITELY need therapy

JOE TAZUNA:

You have the terrible habit of falling immediately in love with the best friend archetype that we met in the beginning who’s clearly gonna die. When they die you keep telling yourself you won’t be fooled again and then you do. Anyway you are in denial

KEIJI SHINOGI:

You keep justifying you love for him by using the “he’s a complex character, he’s deep and shit” but that’s just an excuse to not say “i want him to carnally fuck me and treat my little bitch with his huge arms and tits”. Whatever sexuality you were before, his deep look probably turned you gay. Anyhow you are horny as fuck and you definitely need therapy, you little whor-

REKO YABUSAME:

Either you are the the most gay motherfucker on the planet or you’re veeeeeeeeeeery straight.  you’re favorite ship is naoreko. NEVERTHELESS you want her to step on you. 

Q-TARO BURGERBERG: 

there is exactly two type of q-taro fans, The meme lord or the 20 page Reddit post defending his character from any criticism. We allllll know which ever type of fan you are, you cried like a baby in his final moments.

 KAZUMI MISHIMA:

You definitely made every possible outcome in ytts, an replayed it multiple times. You probably follow  “ mishima-in-places-he-shouldnt-be” and is still sad that this gentle loving dude had to die first why it is. always. the. cool. dudes. who. dies. first., WHY, WHY NANKIDAI ?

KANNA KIZUCHI: 

You are awesome, smart, and just the perfect person to be around, you’re aura smells pure awesomeness, no, NO i am not biased.at.all it’s not like  she’s my profile picture. 

In all seriousness, you probably crave any green bling content and also loves shin too but kanna passion and pure kindness made you make the choice to kill shin. It seemed to difficult to vote for a kid so you voted shin. You relate to kanna struggles And ADORES her character development in 3b. Also you definitely need many therapy session (not projecting at all) .

NAO EGOKORO: 

If being a joe fan is sadness, a greenbling fan depression, well being a nao fan is literal despair and anger with anguish. Bro what the fuck did she do to have such an horrible end like that, her entire experience in the death game was  a pure nightmare. Homegirl did nothing wrong, she shouldn’t literally even be here dude😭😭. You have only one consolation is that now she’s in heaven with her girlfriend, also obviously you ship naoreko

GIN IBUSHI:

You are right in fact you are 99.99 percent of the fandom. And i know that if one day you see anyone put gin below S tier or say anything relatively negative about him, you WILL find them, you WILL track them , and you’re gonna BOIL THEM ALIVE. And i will probably cheer you so go on, pop off, girlboss or mansplain bestie !  

KAI SATOU:

You are mesmerized by his beautiful aura and luscious long mane. Every time the characters talk about him you feel so much happiness that his sacrifice was in the end really worth it, but still you cry that the cutest malewife had to go first.

ALICE YABUSAME:

His atrocious hair made you burn your eyes, his cringe fail personality made you laugh but his death destroyed you entirely. In the end you fell for this transmasc king. If you played logic rote you probably died a second time lol.

S H I N  T S U K I M I:

Shin tsukimi, oh, Shin Tsukimi the character of all time. So from what i understand he’s your favorite character. Were you the weird kid in your class when you were in high school or that one queer kid that tried to hide your identity but everyone knew just by a single look? Just by looking at you i can see a lot of self loathing and unaddressed personal issues that you try hiding under a rug instead of actually addressing them. Do you take time to eat, to drink, don’t forget to take a break from negativity when you are at your lowest, okay ? Diagnosing you is pretty hard you probably have a thousand problems but at least, i hope, not as much as this little dumbass.                                           There is two type of shin fans:

-the one who want to punch him, shove him into a locker and bully him 

-the one who want to give him a warm hug, a nice soup and a good night of sleep.                                                                                                                    In both cases, you are exactly like him and projecting so hard onto him. Also you are supeeeeeer gay like extra gay. Like your aura smells GAY you know. No cis het allo kinnie of shins exist actually, it’s as possible as dividing 0 by 0.  

So conclusion go to therapy

KUGIE KIZUCHI:

Ao3 is your god, your lord and everything that you need to live. Every time ao3 get down you die inside. You crave any content of her and wish that we can know more in the future about her (i do too) and you probably feel in love with her trough fanfic.

MEGUMI SASAHARA:

You guys exists? Well you like evil boss woman, i guess.

This shit full of errors and mistakes also this is a joke don’t get offended, remember as a greenbling fan i am probably the least respected type of yttd fan, well above the keiji simps you guys are wild. 

[zhouxiangs]

10 BL Boys I Want Carnally

or as close to that as i can get, tagged by @bunnakit !

i had to look deep in my soul and tumblr gifs for this so please enjoy the boys, under a cut to keep the mystery alive for two more seconds

i am very ace so the concept is nebulous, let's just say i feel some type of way... and if you see me call these men my sons it's bc they are, ty for your time <3 also the order is kinda eehhhh general idea, i don't actually keep a mental list it took me hours to make this one 😭

10. pete (kiss me again/dark blue kiss)

do not ask me why idk either... there's just Something i can't explain. also it was between him and knock from together with me so i'm choosing the one that committed less crimes, anyway *holds him up like a potato* i just think he's neat

9. vegas (kinnporsche)

my little meow meow,, my explanation for most of these is just "do i not have eyes", but some (like vegas) are special jsjs in his case kp was the first thai bl i watched, as soon as he became remotely relevant i was obsessed with him and then a rewatch made me finally fall into thai bl as a whole so... thank you for your service

8. gong gil (the king and the clown)

my baby my darling my angel and the reason i even know about lee joongi, the actor i've been following the longest that i remember. i haven't watched tkatk in a while so i don't remember the details that well but i've always loved him, pretty sure he's my first bl boy too

7. xie'er (word of honor)

does he count? is this cheating? idc he's staying either way, MY XIE'ER 😭 will never get over him or his killer eyeliner

6. gaipa (moonlight chicken)

possibly the cutest 30yo man out there, that alone endeared me to him but also the way he is with his mother is just so 🥺 he's so special to me (also the fact that he's 30 AND cute as heck it's just so personal to me)

5. wen (moonlight chicken)

god i wish i could explain what he DOES TO MY BRAIN. some of it is the mix effect but i was normal about mix before wen so... he's so beautiful so magnetic i want to bite him

4. black (not me)

listen- he's my lil murder raccoon i know there's plenty of reasons for him to be as angry as he is for the 90% of his screen time and they're all sad but he's just so attractive like that (even though i'm more of a white girlie most of the time)

3. karan (cherry magic th)

i've only had him for two eps but if anything happened to him i would kill everyone in this room and then myself, etc. he's perfect and a nerd and i would love him for any of those two things alone, but they're combined into such a gentle beautiful (inside and out) and sensitive character i jsut love him so much

2. way (pit babe)

so i am definitely not babe, here supporting way's rights and wrongs from day 1. is he pretty? yes. is he evil? quite possibly. do i still want him? also yes. he hasn't touched me so pretty sure his big sad eyes are doing something. to me.

1. sand (only friends)

The Only Man, which is how my non bl friends know him bc i've apparently called him 'the only man i would like if i liked men' more than once ? HIM

special entry: tharn (the sign), yeah this one is definitely cheating

(using the only gif i've made of him so far which isn't great for this but...)

he's so tiny and efficient... like a fiat 500

if you see this and want to do it consider yourself tagged by me <3

[seigephoenix]

Happy DADWC Friday! I want to see what you make of the prompt "There’s a king sized bed but we can do it on the floor" for a pairing of your choice. Have fun!

Barb! Happy Friday!! For @dadrunkwriting. Elaina Cousland x Nathaniel Howe is who I chose for this prompt. Hope you had a brilliant DADWC!

Content Warning: mentions of an injury, snark, blow jobs, facesitting, p in v, general smuttiness with feelings Length: ~2.4k words

Nathaniel hissed as he wrapped the bandage around his arm after their fight with the blighted wolves.  He thought he’d been more careful but one of the bastards snuck up on him and latched onto his arm.  He’d stabbed it and got away easily enough, but the teeth still left marks.  “Bastards.”  Nathaniel jumped when his door slammed open, and an incredibly angry brunette stood in his doorway.  “My lady.”  He clasped his fingers together in front him as he sat on his bed with nothing but his trousers on.  It didn’t seem to even bother Elaina as she marched herself into the room.

“Are you alright?”  The question surprised him, was she concerned about him?  He couldn’t fathom why she’d be so concerned over someone who made an attempt on her life.  Guilt still weighed heavily on his heart for that after learning the truth of what happened.  Still, he couldn’t understand what would prompt her to just barge into his quarters in the middle of the night.

“I’m fine.”  Her blue eyes narrowed at him which made him sweat.  She had that unnerving way of seeing right through him and his bullshit, ever since they were kids.

“You’re lying to me again.”  He stood and met her by the door, his chest brushing hers.  She didn’t back down though he saw something flicker in those sea blue eyes of hers.  Something that called to that dark place inside his own soul.

“Am I now?  Do you concern yourself so much if Anders or Sigrun get this injured?” He saw the answer on her face before her lips thinned and she took a step back.

“If my concern bothers you so much Nathaniel, then I will leave you be.”  Elaina turned and grasped the doorknob, but his hand slammed the door closed.  Her shudder only fed the beast inside him, the need to have her under him and crying his name.  It set his teeth on edge that she was so close and yet so far.  His lips curved into a smug smile as he felt her body shifting towards his.

“I’m not bothered by your concern,” he said as his lips traced the outer shell of her ear.  He heard the quiet gasp that left her lips, and he clenched his jaw to not just grab her.  “Didn’t your mother ever teach you that it’s not appropriate to visit a man’s bedroom at night, all alone?”  He smirked as he felt her tremble.  He’d stop playing in a moment, even though need clawed at his chest.  He’d give anything to taste her on his lips and tongue.  A need so great it was almost painful.  She’d never be his, and the thought choked him.

He almost took a step back when she whirled around to face him.  “My mother did, in fact, teach me what happens when a young lady goes to a man’s room alone.”  Elaina’s chin tilted as if in challenge to him.

“Oh?  And did she tell you what happens to those ladies that stay?”  Nathaniel knew he was playing a dangerous game.  His body burned with the urge to touch her, to claim her lips under his, and burn away all the bad memories from their minds.  Until all that they could think about was each other.  He studied her face and couldn’t place the look in her eyes.

Her hands came up to his cheeks, gently cupping them in her palms before she pulled him down.  Nathaniel was stunned at her strength, but she paused with her lips just a whisper away from his.  “She did indeed.”  Nathaniel froze when her lips covered his and the faint taste of chocolate brushed across his senses.  He only paused for a second before his hands were full of her.  His fingers tangled in the back of her head as he took the kiss deeper, darker.  The carnal need burst in his chest, and he couldn’t help himself from taking.  His other hand swept down her back until he filled his palm with her ass.  His fingers dug in, and he tasted her moan on his tongue.  Her hands brushed down his chest before dipping her fingers underneath the waistband of his trousers. 

He bit off a curse as those slim fingers wrapped around his cock.  Nathaniel wanted to send a prayer to the gods at the feel of her slowly stroking his cock.  He had a shred of sanity left that he clung to as he took his hand away from her hair and grasped her wrist, stopping her from moving.  “We can’t.  You don’t know what you’re doing.”  Her hand slowly lifted away from him, and he wanted to bring it back, hell he was close to begging.  But he didn’t want her to feel guilty.  Her hands rested on his shoulders, and he yelped when she pushed him over.  His back hit the carpet with a sharp curse leaving his lips.

Before he could react, she was sitting right on top of his cock.  Her knees splayed on either side of his hips and her palms resting on his chest to keep him from moving.  The firelight danced over her features, and he saw a mixture of anger and determination on her face.  “I don’t know what I’m doing is it?” Elaina asked him and Nathaniel had the unbidden thought that he shouldn’t answer her question.  Her hips rolled against him, and his head fell back at the sensation.  Her hands reached up and tugged all her armor off.  She was left only in a silky shift that bunched up at her waist.  His eyes drank her in.  Swollen lips from his kisses, wavy hair falling down her back, skin kissed by the sun softly glowing in the firelight.  He almost spilled himself in his pants when she ground her hips against his.  He reached up but she swatted his hands away.

“Elaina…”  Her name was close to a growl coming from him as the need to touch her was overwhelming him.  She tilted her head with a slow feline smile on her face.  Sweat beaded on his forehead when she leaned down until her breasts pushed against his chest.  His palms itched to feel the weight of them against him.

“You’re going to lie there while I show you that I do, indeed, know what I’m doing.”  Nathaniel wanted to curse at her for that, but he merely reached for her hips.  He let out a feral growl when she pushed his hands away.  “Do you not want me to?”  Her fingers teased the head of his cock through his pants, and he was helpless against her torment.

“Fuck.”  Elaina laughed and that laugh wrapped around him as her fingers had his cock.  He dug his fingers into the plush rug beneath them.  He sucked in a breath when she shifted to kneel between his legs.  “What?”  He didn’t get to finish what he was saying as her lips kissed the head of his cock through the pants.  He was going to die, he was sure of it, but what a way to go.

Her fingers pulled the cloth away and he groaned as her tongue teased him.  Her fingers wrapped around the base of his cock, and she lowered her head until the head of his cock pushed past her lips.  He tightened his fingers in the carpet as his hips arched towards her mouth, he was going to go insane.  She was hot and everything he’d ever wanted.  Nathaniel wasn’t sure how long he could hold out as her mouth tortured him.  Bringing him just to the edge of that precipice before lifting to leave him aching for more.

More than his own orgasm, he wanted to feel her fall apart under his tongue.  To hear his name spill from her lips as her body shattered around him.  He propped himself up on an elbow and the sight of her lips wrapped around his cock brought him almost to that edge alone.  He reached for her hair, tangling his fingers in the dark strands.  “Elaina.”  He bit off a curse as she looked up at him.  Maker’s breath she’ll be the death of me.  His cock twitched at the sight and her lips curved into a sultry smile before slipping off his cock with a slick pop.

“What is it, Nathaniel?”  She leaned forward until his cock nestled between her breasts.  She chuckled at the curse that spilled from his lips.  She was stunned when he reached for her, yanking until her thighs cradled his head.  He met her eyes with the same stubborn light in hers as she kept her weight completely off of him.

“Quit that.”  He wrapped his hands around her thighs and tugged but she wasn’t budging.  “Elaina…”  He felt the tremble in her thighs as he growled her name.

“No.”  Nathaniel was startled by the petulant tone, and he grit his teeth before yanking.  She let out a startled noise but he was finally, finally, able to taste her.  Nathaniel groaned as her taste filled his senses and those trembling thighs squeezed his face.  He felt her fighting him but he merely tightened his hold on her.  “Nathaniel…”  His cock twitched as his name ended on a moan on her lips.  He was going to lose his mind.  Her fingers dove into his hair, and he groaned as her nails scratched his scalp.  He felt her body throbbing above him and felt the moment she was about to fall off the edge.  With a smug grin he pulled away.

“What?  But.”  Elaina groaned as she saw the look in his eyes.  “You’re mean.”

“So you’ve always said.”  His thumbs brushed the inside of her thighs, and she squirmed over him.  His chin was covered with her arousal and he wanted nothing more than to bury his face between her thighs again, but he wanted something more.  Elaina gasped when his hands grasped her waist and flipped them.  Her thighs cradled his waist as he leaned down over her keeping his weight braced on his forearms.  “Many, many times.”  His lips trailed up her neck to her jaw, relishing the shudder that went through her.

“Nathaniel,” she whispered as he teased the corner of her lips.  Her hands came up and turned his head until their lips met in a quiet kiss.  It humbled him to feel the depth of that kiss.  “If you don’t fuck me soon, I may just fire you from the Wardens.”  Nathaniel paused as her words sank in before he burst out laughing.

“Holding my job over my head?”  He reached between them and freed his cock from his pants, nestling it between her thighs to nip at her neck.  Her fingers dug into his shoulders as she rolled her hips against him.  “What if I like having you at my mercy like this though?  Teasing you has always been a pleasure.”  His lips trailed over her jaw, her cheeks, her temple, and the tip of her nose.  Elaina lightly smacked his shoulder with her hand and he chuckled before capturing her lips in a devouring kiss, just as he slid his cock into her welcoming heat.  He tasted his name on her lips and he would get addicted.  He rolled his hips against hers smiling against her lips when her nails dragged down his back.  There’d be so many questions from their companions, but Nathaniel didn’t care.  He had her where he’d always wanted her.  Her teeth tugged at his bottom lip as his hips thrust against hers.

“Nathaniel.”  He shuddered at that breathy voice of hers.  Her legs wrapped around his waist as she met him thrust for thrust.  His forearm stung in pain but he ignored it.  Surprise flickered through him as she rolled them, and she sat down on his cock.  “You’re bleeding again.”  He glanced at his arm and cursed at the bandage.

“It’s fine.”  His fingers dug into her hips but she splayed her palm out over his chest to his eternal frustration.

“No.  You just sit there and enjoy the view.”  She smirked at him before her hips rocked against his and his head fell back.  He was going to beg her soon.  Beg her to always be at his side.  Pride be damned.  He reached between them and pressed his thumb against her clit.  She moaned his name and her body squeezed his cock with each pass of his thumb over her.

“Fuck.  Elaina.  I’m.”  Nathaniel hissed as he felt his orgasm building.  Not before her.  He bit down on the inside of his cheek as he concentrated on her clit, teasing her with slow gentle circles.  Her thighs tightened around his hips and her head fell back.  He felt the spasms around his cock and bit off a curse as he came as well.  His name was a litany from her lips as she rode his cock to the end of her orgasm.  She slumped forward and braced herself on either side of his head.

“Nathaniel.”  He shook his head to cut off whatever she was going to say.

“You can say what you want when we get into that bed.”  He pointed towards his bed and she couldn’t help but laugh.  “I should have taken you there rather than the floor…”  Elaina sat up straight and his eyes followed her from where they were joined to the slight pink riding on her cheeks.  His heart turned over at the stubborn light in her eyes.

“Who took who?  I seem to recall it wasn’t you that pushed me to the floor.”  She grinned at him as he had the grace to flush at that reminder.  She slowly eased off of him and stood beside the bed.  He joined her side and grasped her wrist bringing her fingers to his lips.  He pressed a kiss to each of them before resting her palm against his cheek.

“That won’t be the last time.”  Elaina looked up at him and whatever she saw in his eyes had her features soften.  She turned and her lips touched his in an achingly tender kiss, a kiss that had all her feelings in it.  He was humbled and returned her kiss pouring his feelings into the touch as well.  “Next time I’m not letting you leave my bed until you scream my name.”  He grinned at her as he rested his forehead against hers.

“Nathaniel!”  He laughed as he swept her in his arms and dropped her on the bed despite her shriek promising vengeance.  He hoped laughter never left their lives as she came up cursing his name.

[ruinouss]

plotted starter with @trashcollected

Her mind had wandered far away from the vine latticed stone walls and black packed earth that created a sort of gilded cage for her. She hadn’t left the safety of the walls in quite a while and was beginning to go stir crazy. Prior to this position as a fake newly married Lady she was running wild, going where she pleased and doing what and who she wanted. But she understood her assignment would not be completed until the true Lady’s uncle and his forces were eradicated.

But it became increasingly difficult the longer she repressed her urges while having to listen to the Lord and the true Lady sing their carnal calls throughout the night. More times than not she rose to wander the secret passages or the grounds within her stoney prison to fantasize about the man at King’s Landing. There had been an undeniable connection that sparked a light within her, illuminating a reflection of who she truly was. She wanted to feel that familiar warmth course through her veins again and tell him the truth this time. An offer had been made to shelter him dare he try and rip away from the lioness’s grasp but dogs were loyal and she did not have the gold to compete. Still, what if?

Faye had made her toward the eastern gate when she heard the commotion, men — her guardsmen in fact, were ordering a large, cloaked figure to leave. Her heart palpitated, wondering if perhaps fantasy were to creep into reality. Unlikely but a girl could dream.

“What’s all this then?” She asked,straightening her posture to appear more regal than she felt.

“This man says he was invited! We weren’t informed of any guests.” One of them replied, a firm hand brandishing a well polished sword. She doubted it had ever bitten flesh or tasted blood before. And this was not the time for its first feast.

Placing a hand on his arm, she forced him to lower his weapon, allowing her to step closer to the stranger. Once more her heart skipped a beat, sending a flash flood of renewal through her veins. It was him! Try as he might, he could jot hide his appearance beneath the large hood. The charred and blackened skin easily gave him away to her. Sandor had left the lion’s den and found her once more. She wanted nothing but to grab his hand and drag him inside or better yet, take his hand and leave this place. The pair could easily survive on their own but she knew better. As much as she hated playing the part of a Lady she truly did want to help the true one.

“He was long ago by myself. It seems it just took him a while to arrive. Now let him pass,” she couldn’t peel her eyes away from Sandor.

Blood blooms stained his clothes and left her wondering if it was his or someone else’s. Likely a melody of both. A giddiness filled her at the thought of tending to his wounds. They could be alone in the infirmary; the servants sent away.

“I believe the Lord should be made aware first,” the second guard’s warning glance and tone burned away her thoughts like dragon’s breath. It was enough to cause her facade to falter, her own gaze becoming venomous enough to cause the young man to place his hand on the hilt of his blade. His brown eyes grew wide for a fraction of a second before he straightened back up, intricate metal armor clinked noisily as he repositioned himself. She couldn’t blame them for their wariness. Everyone within the walls were well trusted and aware she was merely a decoy. So them wanting to inform the Lord and Lady of her inviting an unknown guest was smart.

“The Lord will trust my faith in someone so you can run along and tell him but that will not stop me from bringing him in and tending to his wounds. This man can be trusted and will be under my watch,” Faye waved her had dismissively and the guards obeyed, stepping aside to allow Sandor in with soured faces. There was no doubt in her mind she would get a lecture about this but it was worth it to her.

She then waved for Sandor to come with her before turning on her heels to begin walking to the infirmary.