#i really like bliss i love the gems...

[yuridemon]

you're an angel, i'm a dog. / or you're a dog, and i'm your man.

also mugm and wyll and the Forever weed brownie i love this meme

[dixonsbrat]

could you write some fluff abt swimming with corio in the lake??

𖥔 𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐄 𝐖𝐄 𝐀𝐑𝐄 𖥔

summary ; you and coriolanus decide to visit the lake.

pairing ; coriolanus snow x fem!reader

notes ; nothing that i can think of, some kissing and a lot of fluff , spoilers for tbosas !

do not transfer, translate or share my work to any other sites.

with each breath, the worries and burdens of living in the districts seemed to melt away, replaced by a sense of peace that settled deep within your soul. the warm air filled your lungs as you inhaled deeply, both invigorating and calming at the same time. there was nothing quite like the peaceful embrace you felt walking through the woods, offering you solace in its own unique way, letting you feel its energy. 

the clearing was bathed in a bright glow, sunlight filtering through the gaps in the high trees that surrounded, while birds chirped their melodious tunes in the background. they were all that could be heard, other than the low trickles of water from the lake, and the crunching of leaves beneath your lover’s feet as he finally met your side. 

you turned towards him, your heart filling with anticipation and excitement as he closed the distance between you. the affectionate smile on his face mirrored the feelings coursing through your own veins.

“it’s so beautiful out here,” you hum, taking in another deep breath and letting your senses fill with that of the earth.

coriolanus wraps his arm around your shoulder, a sense of warmth and comfort. his closeness brings a small smile to your face, and you rest your head against his side as he breathes a soft “yeah.”

your heart flutters as his gaze locks with yours, drawing you in like a magnet. as the sunlight illuminates his features, casting a heavenly glow upon his face, you find yourself captivated by his radiant presence. his eyes, like vibrant gems, sparkle with a warmth that touches your very soul. 

you could get lost in them – in him – forever. 

scrunching your nose up at him, you give a playful push and head towards the start of the dock, dropping your bag packed with necessities for the day as you do. he follows in your footsteps, kicking off his boots and removing his socks swiftly, all while keeping his eyes fully trained on you. 

there was a boyish grin on his face, something you didn’t see often, but when you did, it filled you with the most unruly butterflies. it made you wish you could see it more, while breaking your heart a little bit at the same time that you didn’t. 

you waste no time in removing your own items of clothing and letting them fall to the ground in a messy pile, leaving coriolanus as you wait in the middle of the wooden path for him to meet your side once more. 

standing there, you can’t help but feel a sense of gratitude for these stolen moments of bliss. in a world that often felt overwhelming and suffocating, being able to share these memories with him feels like a precious gift.

you remember the countless secret rendezvous, the stolen glances while he was on duty, and the hidden touches that were filled with a mixture of excitement and fear. your love, forbidden by the laws of the capitol, had never felt so important. the mountains in the distance stand tall and proud, reminding you that there is so much more to this world than just constraints and limitations. the open field beyond the water stretches out endlessly, just like the endless possibilities that awaited. it was humbling to remember just how small you really were in the world. 

yet, at the same time, as coriolanus meets you again, his arms reaching to wrap around your chest, you can’t help but feel like you were right where you were meant to be. 

with that thought in mind, you take his hand, intertwining your fingers together, and let him take the lead the rest of the way, until your toes hang over the edge of the dock. he looks down at you, that same boyish grin still present, and gives you a wink before the two of you jump off the ledge.

as you hit the cool water, you feel exhilarated, a wave of freedom washing over you. the splashes and ripples create a symphony of sound that echoes in your ears, and as you resurface, you’re immediately greeted by coriolanus’ beaming smile. 

in the midst of the shimmering waves, you catch each other’s gaze and laughter bubbles up from within you both as you playfully splash water at one another. there’s a shared child-like joy that comes out of the friendly competition, but ultimately coryo is the one to give in, raising his arms up to surrender. 

your laughter fades away with the wind, leaving you both in a comfortable silence. a silence that doesn’t need to be filled, nor do you want it to be. the two of you meet in the middle, your legs guiding you to wrap about his waist, as his hand meets the side of your face. 

you lean into the touch, and despite the cool water, you can still feel the warmth of his palm against your skin. his fingers gently stroke your cheek, tracing invisible patterns, and his touch lingers for a moment, filled with tenderness. you close your eyes, wanting to savour the intimacy of it. “you know,” he murmurs, his voice filled with a mixture of affection and what you could only pinpoint to be mischief, “i never expected to find someone like you in my life.”

you open your eyes to meet his gaze, a soft smile playing on your lips. “i feel the same way,” you admit. “i never could have imagined that i’d fall for someone like you, and yet here we are.”

coriolanus' gaze grows tender as his eyes bore into you now. “we may be different, but that’s what makes us so perfect for each other.”

a surge of emotions courses through you like a tidal wave and your lips finally meet. the sensations that had built up inside now overflow, causing you to release all inhibitions. the kiss becomes a catalyst for the intense feelings you were harbouring for the boy before you. 

his hand gently grazes the back of your neck and shivers rolls down your spine. the kiss deepens, filled with desire, longing, a reassuring promise that no one could ever break you apart. 

reluctantly, you have to pull away, the need for oxygen playing an undeniable factor. you don’t move far, your foreheads lingering together as your chests heave, and you catch your breaths. you smile, your heart racing, as you reach out to brush your fingers against his cheek now. you both stay in the water for a while longer, enjoying each other’s company and the tranquillity of the lake. 

there was an enigmatic force that kept pulling you together, and you may not know what the future held or where life in panem would take you both, but one thing you knew for sure was that coriolanus was yours, and you were his. 

[d-targaryenshoe]

Blissful Banter- Luke Thompson

Word count: 1432

Summary: Yet a lie detector brings fun to one's connection even the truth likes to be discovered.

Luke glanced at the lie detector machine with skepticism and amusement.

You sat across from him with a playful smile on your face.

You had been together for a little over a year, and despite your age gap—Luke being thirty-six and you twenty-five, you had developed a deep and affectionate relationship.

However, you both had a teasing nature, often poking fun at each other in a way that only made your bond stronger.

Today, you decided to put your playful banter to the test, literally, by trying out a lie detector test.

"Are you sure about this?" Luke asked, raising an eyebrow as he watched the technician prepare the equipment.

"Absolutely," you replied, your voice light with excitement. "I’ve always wanted to see if you could lie to me with a straight face."

Luke chuckled, shaking his head. "I don’t lie, love. I’m an open book."

You snorted, rolling your eyes. "Sure, and I’m the Queen of England."

The technician, a stern-looking man in his fifties, adjusted the sensors on Luke’s wrist.

"Remember, the machine will measure changes in your physiological responses," he explained in a monotone. "So try to relax."

"Easy for you to say," Luke muttered under his breath. He caught your amused gaze and winked. "Bring it on."

With the machine ready, the technician nodded at you to start.

"Okay, let’s start with something simple," you said, crossing your legs and leaning back in your chair. "Who’s your favorite character in Bridgerton?"

Luke smirked. "Benedict, of course. How can I not."

The lie detector remained steady, confirming his truthfulness.

"Really?" you asked, raising an eyebrow. "Your own character."

Luke laughed, shaking his head. "Anthony’s too uptight. And Colin is the opposite of Ben, cool, confident, and irresistible."

You rolled your eyes but couldn’t hide your smile. "Alright, Mr. Confident. Let’s see if you’re as honest about other things."

You leaned forward, your tone turning teasingly. "Do you like my cooking?"

Luke hesitated for a fraction of a second, a split-second that didn’t escape your notice.

"Of course I do," he replied, his voice a tad too enthusiastic.

The machine beeped softly, indicating a small spike.

You gasped, your eyes wide with mock indignation. "You liar! I knew you didn’t like my quinoa salad!"

Luke chuckled, shrugging. "It’s not that I don’t like it, I just... prefer your lasagna."

"Mm-hmm," you said, squinting at him playfully. "I’ll remember that next time you ask for seconds."

The atmosphere between you was light and full of affection, with the lie detector test turning into a fun game rather than a serious interrogation.

You both knew that these little white lies—like Luke’s opinion on quinoa—were part of what made your relationship so enjoyable.

"Alright, my turn," Luke said, sitting up a bit straighter. "Do you secretly think I’m too old for you?"

Your expression softened as you considered your answer. "Truthfully? No, I don’t think you’re too old for me. I love that you’re a bit older. It makes me feel like I have someone who’s mature and knows what he wants."

The machine stayed silent, confirming your truthfulness.

Luke’s heart warmed at your words, and he smiled, reaching across the table to take your hand. "I’m glad to hear that."

You squeezed his hand in return, then leaned back with a mischievous grin. "But just to keep things interesting… Do you ever get jealous when I talk about how attractive Simone Ashley is?"

Luke’s grin turned into a mock scowl. "Jealous? Me? Never." But the lie detector’s soft beep betrayed him.

You burst out laughing. "I knew it! You’re jealous."

Luke raised his hands in mock surrender. "Alright, fine, maybe just a little. But can you blame me? She's an absolute gem."

"True," you agreed, still giggling. "But don’t worry, you’re the only one for me."

You shared a tender moment, the banter giving way to genuine affection.

Luke realized that despite the light-hearted nature of the test, it was reaffirming what you both knew deep down—that you were crazy about each other, quirks and all.

"Okay, back to business," Luke said, clearing his throat. "How much did you actually know about Bridgerton before we started dating?"

You blushed slightly, biting your lip. "Honestly? Not much. I might have watched a couple of episodes before, but I wasn’t really into it until I met you."

The machine remained silent, and Luke smiled. "So, you started watching it just because of me?"

"Maybe," you admitted, your cheeks still pink. "I mean, it was worth it to understand your character."

Luke laughed, feeling touched. "That’s sweet. I’ll give you that one."

"Your turn," you said, your eyes gleaming with mischief. "Did you really think I was into you on our first date, or did you think I was just being polite?"

Luke chuckled, remembering your first date. "I was pretty sure you were into me. I mean, who wouldn’t be?"

You raised an eyebrow, clearly waiting for the lie detector’s verdict.

The machine, however, remained steady, backing up Luke’s confidence.

"Wow, someone’s cocky," you teased, though you were impressed.

"What can I say?" Luke replied, grinning. "I’ve got a sixth sense for these things."

You shook your head, as though you were smiling. "Alright, Mr. Sixth Sense. Here’s a tough one—have you ever lied to me about something important?"

Luke’s smile faltered slightly as he thought about the question.

He wanted to answer quickly and truthfully, but the seriousness of the question caught him off guard.

"No," he said finally, his tone sincere. "I haven’t lied to you about anything important."

The lie detector agreed with him, showing no signs of deception.

You smiled softly, your eyes filled with warmth. "Good. I believe you."

Luke exhaled, realizing just how much your trust meant to him. "I’d never lie to you about something that mattered. You’re too important to me."

For a moment, the playful atmosphere shifted to something deeper, a reminder of the solid foundation you had built together despite your age difference and different life experiences.

"Okay," you said, clearing your throat and lightening the mood again.

"Let’s end on a fun one. Have you ever pretended to be interested in one of my hobbies just because you didn’t want to hurt my feelings?"

Luke laughed, knowing exactly what you were referring to. "You mean like when I pretended to enjoy that pottery class?"

You gasped, your eyes wide with faux outrage. "You didn’t enjoy it?"

"The clay was all over the place, and I made a bowl that looked more like a pancake," Luke admitted, grinning. "But I did it because I wanted to spend time with you."

The lie detector stayed silent, indicating that he was telling the truth.

You giggled, shaking your head. "Okay, I’ll give you that. But I actually thought your pancake bowl was pretty cute."

"Thanks," Luke said, smiling. "But let’s stick to your cooking from now on."

You laughed, the sound warm and infectious. "Deal. But only if you promise to keep watching Bridgerton with me, even when there’s no more Simon Basset."

Luke leaned across the table, capturing your lips in a quick, affectionate kiss. "Deal."

As you wrapped up the lie detector session, Luke realized that the test, while initially just a bit of fun, had brought you closer.

The playful teasing, the honest confessions, and the laughter reminded you both of why you worked so well together.

Despite the differences in your ages, your relationship was built on trust, understanding, and a shared sense of humor.

"Well, that was fun," you said as you stood up, stretching after being seated for so long. "We should do this again sometime."

"Only if you’re ready to admit that I’m your favorite Bridgerton," Luke replied with a wink.

You rolled your eyes, as though you were smiling. "We’ll see about that. Maybe I’ll start lying just to keep you on your toes."

Luke laughed, wrapping an arm around your waist as you walked out of the room. "As long as you keep laughing with me, I think we’ll be just fine."

As you left the building, the sun setting in the distance, you both knew that the little adventure with the lie detector had only strengthened your bond.

After all, love wasn’t just about being truthful, it was about finding joy in each other’s quirks, teasing, and growing together—even when a lie detector was involved.

With that thought in mind, Luke and you walked hand in hand, ready to face whatever challenges—and jokes—your relationship might bring next.

[milkzoro]

don’t wanna miss you cry

warnings/tag : MDNI, smut with plot, pussy eating, foreshadowing, missionary, brainwashing, manifesting, possession, idk how to tag this tbh T_T

summary: fic heavily inspired by song the first punch - ptv // “and it’s good enough to make me wanna fall in love… why can’t we just be friends”

☆彡

~

you’ve found yourself on a spring island, the weather is perfect and the greenery is so beautiful. you walk up to the cute island market picking up and examining the fruit they have for sale. you gathered a few making your woven basket heavier in your arms. “excuse me, miss! excuse me! you’re a such beautiful lady. the kind of beauty that makes my heart skip a beat! do you have some time for me? i want to have a chat with you~” you turn your head to look at the cute blond. you thought his words were some type of trickery for a scam but you decided to hear him out. “hm yea. i have some time.” you coo. retracting your hands from the fruits before you.

sanji’s heart stopped for a moment, his ears going warm and pink. he didn't think you would actually entertain him. but he keeps his demeanor calm and relaxed. he smiles and puts his hand over his heart, then bows before you to introduce himself.

“pretty miss, my name is sanji.. the cook for the strawhat pirates. what a rarity to meet such a gem like you. so, what's your name?”

skeptical of his intentions, you hesitated with your answer. unsure whether to tell him your real name or not. something about him though, maybe you would give him your real name. he was kind of endearing. “my names y/n. it’s nice to meet you.. s-sanji?” you reach to shake his hand.

he takes your hand and kisses it softly...
“y/n-san~” he looks at your hand then back up at you... “you have such beautiful hands... may i ask for more of you?” his lips curl up into a cute little smirk as he comes closer to you.

such a gentleman? you thought. you haven’t had someone approach you like this like… ever. though, it did feel nice having the attention of such an attractive looking guy. “more of me huh?” you giggle. “what? you wanna take me back to your place sanji-kun?” you were amused with yourself. you were never this bold, but something switched within you, maybe it was him.

“y/n-san...” he moves a little closer towards you. “i think we should be alone...” he gives you a sinful smile, and as you look into his eyes, you feel your breath being stripped away... “may i take you somewhere where we can be alone?”

you feel you heart pounding as he moved close to you. his smile was so inviting and his voice so gentle... he was doing something to you, never would you have imagined that fruit shopping would lead to maybe considering going home with some cook. the way he looked at you made your mind run like wild.

“yn-san...” he moves even closer towards you, cold fingers lift to touch your burning cheeks. “won’t you come with me mademoiselle? i’ll take good care of you~”

~

the blond was faced between the softeness of your thighs. eating and licking up your folds like it was his life’s only mission. slurping noises poured from him as he suckles on you a bit harder. he takes hold of your thighs as he feels you struggling to fuck yourself on his face.

“stay still mellorine” he pinches your skin. he want you to really feel him.

you whine for him trying to focus your breaths. the tingling in your clit intensifies as he pecks at it ever so softly. “haah- sanji mm close~” you take a full grip of his soft locks of hair, tugging him just hard enough. he groans, sending deep vibrations to your core. taking a firmer grip on him, you pull to control where his tongue is. he winces at how tender his scalp feels, he would never complain though. he is in a state of bliss.

he can feel the tremors within your cunt. wanting to get you there, he takes two of his fingers and fucks them slowly against your g spot. his fingers scissor and piston themselves in and out of you while still toying with your clit in his lips. “you taste so sweet y/n-san~. squirt on my face baby.” his voice is trembling, eyes black with lust. “i crave you~” watching your eyes squint and tear up while your whining his name has his cock wet and jumping. his hips roll into the mattress trying to get some sort of relief. he had so much energy for you but you were unaware of what was to come.

~

it’s been a little bit since you’ve seen your cute blond toy. he is so intoxicating but you had to make sure to tell him that this was just a fun little thing, just hookups. sanji definitely knew how to take care of you, his dick game was strong, and his aftercare? otherworldly. but you can’t help shake the feeling that he may be just a little bit psychotic.

“sanji? are you telling people that i’m your girlfriend?” you’ve heard from his crewmate zoro that he’s been blabbering all round the island saying how the two of you were made for each other, or something like that.

“yeah... yeah i am.” he confesses. “we are an amazing pairing, and the world needs to know about it.” he smirks to himself, he looks so proud.

“why? don’t you want others to know you are my girlfriend?”

you sigh deeply to yourself, taking your head in your hands. “no sanji, i told you this. we are just fucking. remember?” sanji has no idea what you’re talking about. every time he sees you it’s just angelic harps bombarding his inner monologue.

maybe he does recall what you’ve said. well, you can't deny y/n-san. all our nights together, seeing you clench around me so perfectly~ hearing your filthy moans, it’s all proof that we really are made for each other~ so, i am going to make you my girlfriend. he thinks to himself but lies straight through his teeth when he tells you he’s sorry and won’t ever do it again. you accept his apology.

“okay good!” you were so relieved he didn’t make it such a big deal. “so i’ll see you tonight then?” you giggle as you reach to join your arms with his. his heart pounded rapidly as he tried to contain himself while having you in his arms.

he agreed with you and kissed you goodbye.

-

things were starting to feel different though, you had the feeling of eyes on you the rest of the day as you were out shopping. you had to stop yourself from frequently looking over your shoulder in hopes to stop making you feel… insane. nothing a little lunch couldn’t fix. sanji would usually make whatever you craved but you had to stop him. he was making things ‘too much’. things were starting to feel a bit too much like a relationship for your liking. nothing could ever compare to his cooking but it needed to be this way. hearing him sing your name as he platted everything you enjoyed out in front of you, it made you feel guilty. never having been cared for like this made you feel strange, undeserving almost. you didn’t know why but you just regressed those feeling back like always. things shortly came to an end with his services, you were avoiding him for anything that wasn’t just sex.

the island has a seafood bar, it wasn’t much but if the locals loved it, who were you to say anything. you walk to an available table with your plate of foods and take a seat.

a man sits down with his own plate beside you. he watches your movements intently, but does not engage. he notices you’re not from here and must be visiting. still, his unharmed eye remains open as he looks you over. he seems to be judging you.

“oh, i’m sorry. i can’t move.” you hurry to scramble your loose napkins and silverware together and rush to get up.

he shakes his head, clearly amused by the way you are reacting to him. "no, that isn't necessary. stay here," he says, his voice is commanding and stern, but oh so smooth. "what’s your name?”

“it’s y/n.” an eerie feeling made your answers short. you felt like you were engaging with something that you shouldn’t.

“y/n, a lovely name.” he turns his attention back to the view of the sea, tides are low right now. his gaze falls to your attire and he seems to be taking notes. the man was looking back at you, his eye narrowing slightly. “you’re not from here.”

“ahahaha you can tell~” an awkward laugh falls from your lips as you try to look for an excuse to leave. “i’m really sorry sir but i should get goin-“

he interrupts you. “not to worry. you just remind me of my wife, shakky is her name.” his eyes were closed as if he was reminiscing. old people are strange, you’ve got to get back and get ready for sanji♡ you’re feeling a bit guilty now that you think if it, still unsure of why you are feeling this way.

“heh yeaaa that’s sweet. uhm, it was nice meeting you sir.” you run off.

~

sanji can sense you’re uneasy feeling and it’s making him feel that much more in control. his dick is jumping in his pants as he thinks of you even trying to escape. his precious wife. he would do anything to keep you coming around. sanji would do countless amounts of research on the power of manifestation. he would set his intentions. ‘yn-san is obsessed with me and never wants to leave me.’ he closes his eyes and repeats his mantra over and over again. he would visualize his whole life with you being the central focus, ‘y/n is a god.’ he would believe one hundred percent that this was his reality. sanji would also try to your raise your vibration. whether that be through his innocent praises, “yn-san you’re doing so good today. i’m so proud of you.” or through a more literal way, like sending subliminal vibrations through your cunt while he eats you out. so far his manifestations were working, he knew you couldn’t stay away for long. you were his.

-

while you’re getting ready you notice the pile of letters that have accumulated from sanji these past couple weeks. you don’t know why you keep doing this. why you keep coming back to him but you just do. all of his letters are still unopened, just to ensure no feelings were being caught. you wanted to open them so bad but you knew you needed some self control.

you sighed as you took one final look at yourself in the mirror. satisfied with your efforts, you made your way over to his ship. luckily sanji had told you that his crew would be gone for the night so there would be no interruptions. he must have something planned.

sanji had spent most of the day trying to keep his composure, tonight would be the night. such a special night for the both of you. he was so giddy he couldn’t wait to see his girl. he finally had the perfect set up for you. the flowers and lighting were perfect, and he had his special candles carefully placed all around his room. as he heard the sound of your footsteps, he smiled.

“hi, my love” he kisses your lips ever so softy. your eyes fluttered at the sensation. “i’ve prepared something special for us tonight.” he gently kisses your hand. “are you ready.” his devilish smile returning to his face. you were nervous as he pulled your hand leading you to his room, but we’re relieved once you saw what was before you. thank god it wasn’t another romantic dinner before fucking, you thought. the candles were a little bit creepy but his efforts to make the vibe right were sweet.

~

“look into my eyes, who’s fuckin you this good baby, tell me” his words were hypnotizing you. his manifestations were coming to life. “fuck ha- haah- it’s you sanji only you could fuck me this good~” his words send waves of pleasure through your whole nervous system. pornographic moans dripping from your face.

“can i cum in you baby?” you don’t know why you agreed but something was telling you too. “fuck yes sanji fill me up please d-don’t pull out.” your legs were wrapped around him pulling him deeper, the vulgarities coming from him were like a spell to you. “want it that bad baby? tell me, say you want it.” his thrusts are fast but they feel so fucking good. he is wiiideee, stretching you in the best way. “sanji please i want it mmng~ i wanna feel y-you spilling from me.” hearing you say this drove him to his peak. he’s finally done it, he has you. this will be a night he won’t forget, his dreams are coming true.

he doesn’t want to forget the look on your face as tears fall down your face and you beg for him to fill you up. “it’s okay baby” he kisses you. “say i’m yours and you can have whatever you want♡” he has you gripping the sheets. you’re sooo close for him. so frustrated that you want to give in to his requests. hooking up with him again and again might have been a mistake but you can’t help but feel addicted. he has possession of you now, he doesn’t know when to stop and you don’t think he ever will with you. he must think this is a game, but you couldn’t care less in this moment. the way his cock softy moved in and out of your cunt had you in a daze. it made you feel as if nothing bad would ever happen as long as you were with him. fuck, maybe you were in love with him.

“taking me so good angel, you close huh? i can feel you trembling~” his veiny hands come to hold your cheek, he looks deep into your eyes. “cum with me angel” his hips were pounding against yours, with so much power and desire, you feel yourself starting to push past the edge. tears are dripping from your eyes as you squeeze tightly around him. you take firm hold of his shoulders and back muscles trying feel grounded, you’re shaking involuntarily. “s-sanji!!!!” you scream.

“baby wait - shiiit haah” his breaths are uneven as he is also approaching his orgasm. he is destroying you. it’s so intoxicating. he doesn’t stop, locking into you with a final pump and a squeeze from you, he fills you up. cock letting out so much fucking cum, he’s everywhere and so are you. your soul has ascended from your body and is now in a new, bright world. it’s like you could see your life flash before your eyes. you see him. you are scared but no words come out regarding your concerns, you are brainwashed. sanji is the only man for you, no one else could ever live up to him.

you snap back to being in your body as you feel your post orgasm pleasure run you over like a truck. you’re whimpering around his soft, empty cock. you need him again and always, you roll to fall into his arms as he separates from you. tears continue falling from your eyes, “don’t worry my love, i’ll always take good care of you.” he smirks and lifts a cigarette up to his mouth as the two of you lay together in his massacred bed.

~

a/n: sanji is him

omg & pls tell me ur thoughts cuz i lowkey struggled writing this one!! but i’m so happy it’s finished and i actually luv it :)

love you <3

[randxmthxughts]

Just Married - Tsu'tey x Female!Mate

summary: when you stepped into the public eye for the first time after your mating, tsu'tey couldn't contain the overflowing affection he held for you. but because you felt insecure about the way you were being perceived by the clan, tsu'tey decided to prove you otherwise

contains: insecure!reader, fluff, tsu'tey being very sweet and pda-prone

wc: 1.2k

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Tsu’tey was always a reserved man, never someone who openly displayed affection, at least, not for others to see. Known for his cold demeanor in the clan and never really minding that, Tsu’tey kept mostly to himself. That was until he fell for you.

The union between you two came gradually but swiftly, hidden in the unspoken words and lingering touches, like a precious gem that needed to be protected from the prying eyes. And Tsu’tey struggled deeply, because all throughout him courting you, all he wanted was to be consumed by you - to touch you as much as he could, to be immersed in your scent, to hear your voice and make you smile. But there was always the fear of scaring you away, so he contained it and locked it away, waiting patiently until the day you would be officially his - when you would truly choose him, the way that he had chosen you. 

And when you did eventually mate, and the realization dawned that he no longer had to keep his heart caged, the love for you spilled out of him uncontrollably. His hands were eager to explore every inch of your being, lips trailing soft kisses all over your skin, as if etching the memory into his mind. So within the initial days after the blissful mating, both of you preferred to seek privacy, never leaving your home to enjoy the newfound connection. During these days, Tsu'tey became inseparable from you, clung to you like a second skin, obsessed with the way you were consuming all of his thoughts.

But as the day of reemerging into the public eye arrived, you suddenly felt intimidated by the idea of getting attention from the clan. Having already inherent innate insecurity, being openly with the chief added a new layer of complexity. After all, he was highly respected within the clan, and the standards for his chosen mate were high, casting a shadow of heavy expectation upon you. And as you returned to your communal duties now together, you attempted to make yourself small next to him, hoping that shrinking in his presence will keep you hidden from the eyes of the others. But his scent lingering on your skin announced the news of your mating loudly. You were naive to think that keeping a distance with Tsu’tey in public and minimizing the touches could be enough. 

And while it was unfortunate that it didn’t work, what was worse was that it breathed a wave of insecurity into Tsu’tey. That perhaps, you didn't feel about him as strongly as he felt about you. At first, he tried to write it off to your reserved nature, thinking that you were probably just getting used to his affections, but the more you flinched whenever he tried to reach you, the more worrisome he grew.

As you sat together during the communal dinner, you were anxious, feeling as if you were being watched at all times.

“Yawne, you look… stressed,” Tsu’tey made an observation, reaching for your hand, which you instinctively pulled away from his grasp.

The surge of overwhelming emotions within Tsu'tey turned from pure desire and love to a perplexing mixture of confusion and pain. Even this slightest withdrawal in your response caused his heart to clench, piercing amber eyes searched for the reason behind your hesitance.

“Yawne?” he glared down at your hand now tucked between your thighs, as if trying to shield it from his own hand finding yours, “Are you ashamed of being with me?”

“No, of course I am not ashamed,” you shook your head firmly, surprise flickering in your eyes, “Why would I ever be ashamed of being with you?”

“I don’t know, Y/N,” Tsu’tey’s frown mirrored your own, as if it was a puzzle both of you desperately needed to solve, “Why do you pull away when I try to touch you?”

You shrank under his gaze, ears lowering in defeat or perhaps embarrassment, preparing for a vulnerable confession. Cautiously, you scanned the surrounding crowd to ensure no one was listening in. Tsu’tey reached for you once more, resting his hands over your shoulders, as if trying to snap you back into the conversation.

“It’s just… I don’t want to draw attention to us,” you bit your lip, wishing that you could take words back, “I know that everyone already thinks you are too good for me, so I don’t want to remind them of that.”

His expression softened, hands moving from your shoulders to gently cup your face.

“That is not true, no one thinks that,” his tone was serious, trying to convince you that he meant every single word he uttered, “And it shouldn’t matter, yawne. When it comes to you, I cannot hide my feelings. I have yearned for the moment to hold you and touch you ever since my eyes first laid on you. Please do not deny me that, yes?”

You nodded weakly, ears flattening against your skull in a mixture of embarrassment and flattery. Tsu’tey barely spoke more than a few words, especially when it came to his feelings. But he just wasn’t used to it, if he could, he would have screamed at the top of his lungs about how much he loved you. A mischievous smile then curved upon his lips as his mind raced with an idea to convey his affection to you openly, even without the need for spoken words.

A loud yelp escaped your lips, slicing through the air, as Tsu'tey unexpectedly scooped you up the ground and stood up, throwing you over his shoulder. It was so sudden, that your face almost collided with his back, and you had to frantically cling to his body to grip onto him. Your legs dangled helplessly in the air, desperately searching for the solid ground that had become too far away.

“Tsu’tey! Put me down!” you hissed angrily, swatting at his back, but he only chuckled.

The gesture, of course, drew the attention of the whole clan, and curious gazes fixated upon the scene unfolding before them. Annoyed by the unexpected display, you swatted at Tsu'tey again in an attempt to free yourself from his grasp. But instead of releasing you, he turned around dramatically and spoke loudly.

“Everyone, my beautiful mate and I will leave the dinner earlier tonight,” he announced, still holding you tightly, his hands gripping onto your thighs, “Please enjoy the rest of the evening without our presence.”

You could have sworn in that moment that you were probably turning purple from all of the embarrassment. Your heart raced, adrenaline rushing through your body, as Tsu’tey began to walk through the crowd with a snicker. Yet despite your expectations, there was no judgment in the looks you were receiving from the clan members. Still hanging upside down over his shoulder, you could see them only chuckling and nodding with smiles at the sight of Tsu’tey, always cold and unemotional, finally letting himself relax with his mate.

“Tsu’tey! Everyone’s staring,” you whispered shyly, as he continued to walk, carrying you effortlessly. 

“Let them stare,” he chuckled weakly, delivering a soft smack to your bottom, making you gasp in shock, “They need to see the pure joy you bring into my life.” You bit your lip in amusement, his words were clearly aligning with the reactions you were getting. Tsu'tey's carefree demeanor and the accepting murmurs of your clan members reassured you that your bond was something to celebrate, not hide.

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[moraxsthrone]

Keeeel I have brainrot ;w;

Just... Zhongli taking care of his little mate after fucking you so good/hard/much that you can't really move much, legs weak, body sore. Him massaging your muscles whispering sweet nothings and nuzzling you, carrying you to the bath and pampering you and you whine a little still sensitive 🥺💕

It's extra asdfchbklj bc you're an adventurer who fights monsters in the regular, go exploring and climbing and sure your body gets a little pushed to the limits once in a while but he, heeeee, Zhongli is the only one who manages to tire you out like this. Drooling and sweating and panting in pure blissful pleasure, legs twitching in the aftershocks of a few too many rounds crying out his name. And he's so proud of himself for being able to leave you like this, sweet and pliant in hazy pleasure (and proud of you too for being so good to him!) his inner dragon purrrs happily against your skin leaving soft kisses.

AFKSFCGVJBJNKL /w\ omggggggg

Just Zhongli fucking you stupid and then providing the sweetest most tender aftercare 😩🥴🥰💕💕💕

crys, my dear, thank you for leaving this precious gem in my ask box. 💛🧡🤎🖤 i saw it this morning and could NOT stop thinking about it all day and THE SECOND i logged off from work i made a MAD DASH to my pc and started typing FURIOUSLY. i needed this so bad! 😩😮‍💨

I AM HERE FOR THE ZHONGLI BRAINROT!!

be warned: nsfw. mdni. x f!reader. rough sex. hair pulling. please let me know if i missed anything, i have a meeting in 8 mins and i'm trying to get this out beforehand bc we've waited long enough.

but also: zhongli provides impeccable aftercare, breathe if you agree

wc: 500+

okay so let's get one thing out of the way: zhongli knows How To Fuck™️

the archon has you on your belly, your thighs pressed together as he straddles them and rides you like a lazy horse. his beautiful cock is coated with your creamy need; he loves to spread your asscheeks apart and watch your swollen hole stretch around his girthy cock. the striations of your slick spread the length of his shaft as his hips slap your ass so hard the wet, rhythmic smacks echo off your bedroom walls.

he’s got your hair wrapped around his glowing fist and you can hear the occasional grunt or deep, aggressive growl coming from behind you as he fucks you harder. you’re panting, crying, whimpering his name; from the corner of your watery eyes you see his arm that’s planted on the mattress next you, sinewy muscles flexing and rippling under his dark, gradient skin. he’s already fucked multiple orgasms out of you and now,

it’s his turn.

zhongli leans forward, hunching over you, his rock hard abs, sticky with sweat, pressing against your back. his pelvis is snapping on sheer instinct, faster now, forcing his engorged cock deeper into your womb where, with one final thrust of his hips, his seed floods your cervix in thick, white spurts. his orgasm is so powerful he can hardly contain his dracontine nature as he fills you with his musk, head thrown back as a guttural roar erupts from his throat.

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your lover's postcoital disposition is in stark contrast to his mating style. your naked, sweaty bodies are pressed together, some of his thick seed dribbling out and coating your still-trembling thighs as he holds you close. with your head tucked neatly under his chin, you're soothed by the steady beat of his heart, grounded by the depth and subtlety of his voice against your ear as he quietly praises and reassures you.

"you are safe, my love," he says, lazily tracing his name on your back with warm fingers. "you did wonderfully, darling. you always do. you are the most precious thing to me. you are beautiful, intelligent, strong, and one of very few people who laugh at my jokes." your soft chuckle fills his heart with warm love because he knows you're okay and that you are with him.

when you're ready, you look up at him and he smooths your hair away from your lovely face so he can get a better look at you. his tired eyes are hooded, darker now that they're not glowing as fiercely.

"what can i do, love? can i get you some water, something to eat? would you like me to fetch the duvet off the floor and wrap you up in it?"

you smile and shake your head no, verbalizing just long enough to say, "just...need to stay close to you, zhong. please just hold me and talk to me?"

"of course, my love," he hums, "whatever you need." he lays his head down next to yours and murmurs sweet, loving everythings into your ear as he nuzzles your hair. you can feel the low timbre of his voice in every fiber of your being, comforting you, and you know that you are safe. you know that you are loved.

`✦ ˑ ִֶ 𓂃⊹

[for-a-longlongtime]

Aquamarine

Pairing: Ezra (Prospect) x reader x Benny Miller

Rating: Explicit, 18+ only, MDNI. 🏳️‍🌈 Characters are bi as fuck. 💖💜💙 Summary: Ezra has enjoyed being pegged by you from day one. When Benny comes over, a lazy afternoon takes an interesting turn. Things are said, orders are being followed, two of you might be to blame for Benny's ruined jeans, and that lovely turquoise strap-on gets used. Also, Benny learns how to suck a dick - and it's not just his mouth that becomes acquainted with Ezra's tongue. Let the good times slut roll. (PWP, that's it really.) Warnings/tags: Established relationship (f/m) plus third (hello, younger!BennyMiller from Triple Frontier!AU), dirty talk, brief masturbation (f and m), fingering (f and m receiving), rimming, anal sex, oral on a strap on, pegging, dildo is referred to as "your cock/dick" repeatedly. Some spit use (no kink). Word count: 5652 words A/N: This is part of the Peg That Middle Aged Man campaign organized by the amazing @wannabe-urs. Please go check out all the other fantastic fics here! I completely missed my 01/18 deadline because things/my brain got in the way, but I finally completed after all. Special thanks to many of y'all, but in particular @sin-djarin, @magpiepills and the @alltheglitterandtheroar for their support in getting this done. Infinite gratitude to the always amazing @morallyinept, in particular for her Ezra Dialogue post and Writing For Ezra guide! Dividers by @saradika. This fic is unbeta-ed (in an attempt to squash my perfectionism) and inspired by @prolix-yuy's Din pegging fic, thank you LJ!

He’s gorgeous like this. Spread out on the bed with your fingers inside of him, those groans of pleasure getting even louder when you slide your mouth back onto his cock. It’s not just about how he looks, although yes - part of the reason you’re soaking wet is definitely that sweaty curly hair with the blond streak. With his head tilted back into the pillows he looks even more attractive than usual, his eyes closed but bliss written all over his face, even after you’ve edged him for almost an hour already. 

What gets to you the most is how unabashedly he surrenders himself. Body and mind greedy for pleasure, as if he’s been without nourishment for too long, deprived during all the time he’s spent on Bakhroma Green. He has no qualms to ask for what he wants, or what you want from him. That first night he fucked you better and longer than you had been in a long time, and still convinced you to call in sick the next day so he could do it all over again, making you scream his name until your voice was hoarse. So when you saw him looking at the harness in your toy drawer later that day, you were more than happy to return the favor.

You figured out pretty much immediately that this wasn’t new to him, so you rode him hard - having learned a thing or two about him in the previous twenty four hours - until he was a sticky whimpering mass, begging for you to keep going until he was beyond overstimulated. Afterwards he made you come twice on his tongue and fingers, and told you that while the strap was new for him, “the pleasure of being taken by a cock is not foreign to me, gem. No love too intimidating.” It was then that the thought of him being taken like this by a guy, or him fucking another man, had sprouted in your mind - something you kept filed away until the right moment came to revisit that. 

Like now.

A knock on the door pulls you out of your thoughts, and Ezra frowns as you let his cock slip from your mouth. “Gem, I must implore you to ignore that interruption,” he sounds breathless as he grabs your wrist before you can slide your fingers out of him. “As much as I enjoy you keeping me on the edge…” he pauses when you give him a challenging look and curl your fingers up against his prostate, making his hips buck hard. “... having a visitor take up your precious time is not something I’m willing to indulge in.”

“But I got you something.” You smirk when his eyes light up and lean into the kiss he’s offering. “I know you’ll like it.”

“Well… You’ve piqued my interest with such a delightful promise,” he muses before he takes over your mouth with a deep kiss. “Nevertheless, I’m sure the courier can leave this offering at the door. I’m not ready for your hands to leave my body just yet. I…” He groans when you slowly start to move your fingers inside him again, and lazily runs a hand over his chest, teasing his nipples until they’re both hardened by the attention. “Grant me another one of those delightful fingers, gem.”

The hitch in his breathing makes a shiver run through you, and as another knock sounds on the door, you wrap your left hand around Ezra’s cock. Slowly stroking him without any hurry, matching the pace of your other hand. He watches you with pleasure, whimpering quietly when you gently slide his foreskin down to reveal the head, then lean down to lick the precum off his dick and your fingers.

“Come on in, the door is open,” you call out into the direction of the door once you’ve licked up all of him, almost like an afterthought. The momentary surprise on Ezra’s face is easy to spot, but it shifts almost immediately to amusement tinged with a hint of mischief. Most noticeable, he makes no effort to cover himself up or discretely move away from your hands - if anything, he makes a point of spreading out more on your sheets. Luxuriating like a cat under a warm beam of sunlight. Or perhaps a panther in the green is a more apt description; no trepidation, just a single minded focus. It’s exactly what you were counting on.

You press a kiss to Ezra’s stomach as you hear the front door open, and his cock twitches in excitement at the startled gasp of the visitor. “Oh, fuck, I’m so sorry, I thought—”

“You thought right, no worries”. You grin as you lick away the last drop of precum that has welled up, then take in your guest. Benny. Just as pretty as when you met him the other day. Tall, blond, a slim but well-defined body that makes it clear he likes to work out. Younger than Ezra, but not too young - probably late twenties or early thirties. He’s a sight to behold in many ways, but that pouty bottom lip and his captivating eyes stand out in particular. You know Ezra is a sucker for that - you remember him telling you that it were your eyes that had drawn him in. Like aurelac. Believe me, gem. I should know, considering how much I’ve harvested it. 

“Glad you came. Close that door, would you?”

“What a pretty thing you’ve sourced for us.” Ezra’s voice is quiet so only you can hear him, yet his dick is anything but subtle; he’s positively throbbing under your fingers, but not addressing Benny yet, waiting for him to approach the bed. You see the hesitation on Benny’s face as he takes in the two of you, but there’s no room for hesitation in the way he licks his lips and shrugs his jacket off.

“Hi… I’m sorry if I’m interrupting.”

“Not at all, gentle man.” Ezra props himself up on an elbow, gesturing for Benny to come closer. He’s enjoying this, the panther in him all relaxed yet fully alert, letting his prey come to him willingly. “What is your name?”

“Benny. I met… we got to know each other, and she told me to come over.” He’s clearly trying to not be too blatant about staring at Ezra, but it’s fairly impossible to not look right at that stiff cock, surrounded by the thick curls of his pubes. It takes a moment, but then Benny seems to realize that you’re not just jerking off Ezra; you’re also still fingering his ass with easy, lazy movements. He clears his throat as he seems flustered, clearly not knowing where to look. 

“Benjamin. Hello, Benjamin - I’m Ezra. You must have met this gem at the drinking establishment,” Ezra suggests as he strokes your cheek, holding Benny’s gaze. “Surely you were as enthralled by her as I was. Tell me, did you try to make her yours?”

Benny laughs nervously, running a hand through his dark blond hair as he shrugs, seeming flustered. “Yeah, I-... I’m sorry, man. Didn’t know she was yours.”

It takes one to know that Ezra’s smile isn’t quite as friendly as it could be, with just a little too many teeth bared before he speaks. “That is not true, Benjamin. This gem belongs only to herself. I have the distinct pleasure of enjoying her whenever she deems me to be worthy of her time.” He pats the bed next to him as an invitation. “Your presence here would suggest she has plans for you, too. So this is… exciting.”

You nod at that as you slide your fingers out of Ezra, who does not seem too pleased about this. “I want to watch you fuck Benny,” you say casually, grabbing some sanitizer and a cloth to clean your hand. “He’s never been with a guy, but I don’t think that has to be a problem. Or is it, Benny? Sit down.”

He follows the command without hesitation, radiating golden retriever energy as he seems eager to please, and just a little bit overwhelmed. You reward him by brushing your fingers over his jawline, tracing the soft stubble and the more pronounced goatee under his plush lip. He looks slightly dazed, but you have no concerns about that. Setting boundaries was no problem for him, you had already figured that out yesterday - because else you wouldn’t have invited him over. “Can I kiss you?”, you ask, and he nods silently. 

“Use your words, Benjamin.” Ezra speaks up before you say it, and you can tell how the tone in his voice has changed since he last spoke. It’s sharper, hungrier, with a little bit of fangs in it. “I expect you to engage in candid discourse with us. Otherwise this is not happening, my friend.”

Something flickers in Benny’s eyes - a hint of resistance, or maybe he just rightfully feels intimidated. Ezra never is subtle about taking control of a situation, getting the upper hand either through words or more tangible weapons. But Benny doesn’t back down, lets his fingers brush down your arm, grazing your breast by no accident. “Yes, you can kiss me. Both of you can”, he then adds, sounding like a dare as his eyes are still on Ezra. “I’m fine with most things, and if not I’ll let you know.” 

“How fortunate for us.” Ezra smiles as he leans back against the headboard and lazily runs his hand over his dick, giving you an expectant look. You don’t waste any time, revising your earlier plans to initially only make out with Benny. While he can’t take his eyes off Ezra, you climb into his lap, steading yourself with a hand on his shoulder as he settles in. He looks up almost in surprise, as if suddenly being shaken out of a day dream, and he wraps his arms loosely around your waist as he faces you straight on now..

“I like how you’re drooling over Ezra,” you tease him, to which he immediately blushes. “No, don’t worry, I’m the same way. It’s hard not to,” you hush him as you settle in, wriggling around for a moment until you’re comfortable with the angle, your bare pussy pressed against his denim covered cock. You brush your lips over his as you slowly rock against him, feeling his hand slide to your hip, the other one firmly grabbing your ass to pull you closer. “Ez has a nice dick, you know. Thick, generously sized… ever been up close and personal with an uncut cock?”

Benny seems already breathless when he kisses you, his tongue just as eager as his hips are, grinding up against you. “No. Not with any cock, really. Fuck. He’s… hot.” He groans when you grind down harder against him, your slickness leaving a wet stain on his pants. “You’re both really hot,” he then adds, kissing you harder as he seems to gain more confidence now. Slipping his hand between you, he gathers your wetness so he can tease your clit with his fingertip, and you whimper in delight by how effective he is. You can tell he wants to explore more, would probably gladly slip one or two fingers inside of your heat, but that’s not going to happen yet - you have plans.

“I like your mouth,” you breathe as you break the kiss, resting your forearms on his shoulders as you lean back slightly, perfectly aware of how this pushes your tits up in a spectacular fashion for him. “You any good with it elsewhere, too?”

His lips are on your breasts before you even finish the line, hot tongue licking one nipple before he moves to the other, then sucks it into his mouth in a way that makes your clit throb. “Anywhere and everywhere” he assures you when he lets go of it with a wet smack. “You want me to eat you out?”

“Not now. Maybe later,” you sigh in pleasure, rocking a little harder against his fingers, enjoying how he’s taking his time to figure out what gets you going. Over his shoulder you see Ezra, a predatory glint in his eye when he realizes he’s got your attention. You bite your lip hard when the hand around his cock speeds up, and Ezra lets the other one lazily slip between his legs, teasing himself with deft fingers where yours were minutes earlier. 

You have to hold your breath for a moment to not lose it right there, and Ezra takes full advantage of it. His dark eyes hold you captive as he slips a thick finger into his hole, and you groan when you hear him breathe your name. He wants to get fucked by you, hard, and he’s not shy about it either. You’re throbbing in response to it - between his blatant need and Benny’s fingers between your legs, you feel yourself getting way too close way too fast. Especially when Benny’s mouth returns to your breasts, his teeth and tongue alternately teasing your nipples until they feel just as sensitive as your clit. 

You pull yourself off Benny’s lap just before the waves threaten to overtake you, legs slightly wobbly as you try  to compose yourself and calm your breathing. Benny is looking just as dazed as you’re feeling, and you’re pretty sure that the large wet spot on his jeans isn’t just caused by your arousal only. 

“Pretty Benny,” you say softly as you run your hand through his long locks, admiring the play of dark blond hair with some lighter strands. You’re pleased to see his head tip back as he swallows, anticipation on his face when you slowly twist some of his hair around your fingers. “Tell me something. You like being told what to do?”

Benny’s eyes become glassy at your words, and you feel a little jolt of triumph at his eagerness. Perfect. You give a gentle tug at his hair as a warning for his lack of direct response, and he whimpers. Squeezing his stiff cock through his pants as his gaze remains on you, he doesn’t seem aware of Ezra moving behind him. His eyes close when Ezra’s large hand envelops his throat loosely, cupping it with thick fingers that then move up to stroke his chin. 

“My gem is not in the habit of repeating herself, so I will do you that courtesy right now, Benjamin.” Ezra’s voice is gentle and warm, but you can hear the warning in his words. “She asked whether you like being told what to do.” His thumb slips into Benny’s mouth, its pad stroking Benny’s tongue for just a moment, then resting on his lip again. You feel slightly dizzy by how captivating it is. By no means is Benny a meek man, and he even has a couple of inches on Ezra in height. But there’s a willingness in him to follow orders, particularly when given by Ezra, that you find incredibly exciting.

“I do here, yes.” Benny’s voice is strained, and he finally opens his eyes again, looking at you. Both men having their glances fixed on you, both looking as hungry as you feel; one confident to the point of being almost predatory, the other momentarily overwhelmed by his own arousal. Ezra hums, reaching out to brush Benny’s lower lip with his thumb, his other arm snaking around Benny’s waist in an embrace. He dips his head down slightly so he can whisper in Benny’s ear, and you already know what he’s going to say.

“Suck it.”

Benny obeys immediately. The wet sound of his mouth around Ezra’s thumb gives you goosebumps, and you feel yourself throbbing once again. You had not yet planned on coming, preferring to take your time and enjoying the lazy exploration between the three of you. But you can’t help yourself any longer - you need your release now. 

You slide your hand between your legs and touch your clit, gasping at how swollen and sensitive it is from Benny touching you earlier, and the extensive attention Ezra had paid to your pussy even earlier. Before you can reach further and slip a finger or two inside, Benny’s hand reaches for yours, a pleading expression in his eyes. 

You nod benevolently, feeling his fingers gently enter you - only two, but thicker than yours are, and you moan as he strokes you, explores you. With ease he finds the right spot inside of you, rubbing and tapping it gently, and he smiles when you clench tight around him in response, your pulse suddenly skyrocketing. Without even blinking, he increases the pressure a bit while you stroke your clit, in tandem working towards your orgasm, and in no time at all you’re crying out and coming hard around his fingers.  

Only once you’ve eased down, Benny withdraws from you, a content look on his face. For a moment you think that he’s going to put his fingers to his mouth, but he surprises you - turning to look at Ezra and offers him his slick fingers. The glee on Ezra’s face couldn’t possibly be any more radiant, and he grins as he wraps his fingers around Benny’s wrist. “A most gracious offering, my friend - it appears we have a good partnership here,” he muses as he lifts Benny’s hand to his lips. 

“Fuck me, you’re killing me with that,” you whimper, hearing how hoarse your voice sounds. The sight of Ezra sucking Benny’s fingers into his mouth, cleaning them with his tongue before he lets go, is making you greedy. For more, for them, for someone’s dick being taken down someone else’s throat, and it’d better be soon. 

Ezra smirks, entirely too pleased with your reaction, then leans in to kiss Benny. Cupping his face in his hand, a gentle kiss on his lips first, but as Benny sighs in pleasure you see Ezra quickly get bolder. He shifts on the bed as he draws Benny closer to him, fingers stroking through the dark blond hair as he leans to kiss his jawline, then lets his lips wander back to Benny’s mouth again. 

“Your eyes are extraordinarily striking.” Ezra hums, almost as if talking to himself, his thumb brushing over Benny’s eyebrow. “Ocean blue, but.. viridescent. No. Aquamarine,” he corrects himself, and you smile to yourself - that’s exactly what you expected him to call it the moment you laid eyes on Benny. Leave it up to Ezra to try to capture colors through precious stones rather than using obvious terms. 

Benny laughs a little awkwardly, clearly unsure how to respond to that. “Ahh, thanks? Hey man, you don’t need to woo me.”

“I can assure you I am not even doing such a thing, Benjamin, nor do I believe that I will have to do so when pursuing you,” Ezra teases him playfully, reaching down to the unzipped jeans so he can cup Benny’s cock through the gray underwear. “If I may be so bold - you already appear to be a done deal, my friend. Wooing does not seem necessary anymore.”

Benny huffs as he shakes his head dismissively. “You’re very cocky.”

“You’re very pretty.” Ezra laughs loudly when Benny blushes again, and you reach out for Ezra’s hair as you give it a hard tug before he can say anything else.

“Smart ass. Be nice to our guest, hmm?”

“Of course.” Without missing a beat Ezra’s hand lightly grasps yours and brings it to his lips, pressing a kiss to it. “You may want to go have a drink of water, gem. Hydrate yourself. Perhaps bring your cock with you when you return?”

Benny looks confused for a second, but seems to drop it when Ezra grabs him for a proper kiss this time. There’s a moment of hesitation from Benny, but then his hand slides into Ezra’s neck and he pulls him closer. He takes over the kiss from Ezra, tongues greedily finding each other to share the taste of you and explore each other. Fuck, they’re beautiful. Ezra’s roughness, unpolished edges and a direct approach to ensnare you in his words, make you part of his game - versus Benny’s eagerness, being entirely too pretty, the light and captivating energy around him impossible to resist. They’re a good match in all their contrasts.

Benny pushes Ezra down into the pillows, practically climbing into his lap, and Ezra’s large hands immediately paw at him to remove his shirt. It’s tempting to stay and watch, but you remind yourself that some water is a more urgent need right now. You gulp down a cup from the chilled pitcher, then half of another one as you walk to the dresser across the room. The mirror above it gives you a perfect view of the guys making out, and you shamelessly admire them as you rummage through your toy drawer. First your leather harness, then you sort through the silicone dicks until you find the turquoise one that you like the best for Ezra.

Once you’ve put on the harness and slipped the dildo through through the O-ring, you walk back to the bed under the watchful eye of Ezra, who has Benny grinding into his lap as they’re still making out like teenagers. Eventually he breaks the kiss, sucking a quick hickey onto Benny’s throat as he watches you touch your silicone dick. 

“Kevva, gem. Look at your cock,” he says quietly, his eyes heavy-lidded with desire for you. He grabs Benny’s chin lightly and turns his head, making him look at you, and you see the surprised expression on Benny’s face as he takes in your appearance. The way the leather straps softly dig into your skin, the size of the dildo, and then you see the realization dawn on his face that none of this is a surprise to Ezra. 

“Your mouth is all messed up,” you say as you reach out for Benny stroking the slight redness that Ezra’s stubble left on his pale skin, lips swollen from kissing and his skin slightly flushed from Ezra’s stubble. “Looks good on you.” 

“Would look even better on you, gem.” Ezra’s voice is low and gravely as he runs his fingers through Benny’s hair, brushing the strands back. “How about you suck her cock, Benjamin. Do you see how magnificent it looks on her? You can show her that you know how to use that pretty mouth in different ways,” Ezra whispers into his ear, urging Benny off the bed and in front of you, then adds, “Show us how you can take me in later.” 

The breath Benny sucks in at those words is clearly audible, making Ezra’s grin widen even more as he moves to stand behind you, running his hands over your soft curves as he keeps his hard dick pressed against your ass. For a moment you wonder if this might be pushing him a bit too much, but then Benny kneels at your feet, a sight to behold. All lean muscle and strong arms, dick hard in his underwear, and looking even more fucked out than earlier. 

Benny’s fingers brush over the leather straps of your harness as he examines it on you, pressing kisses to some spots where the leather is threatening to leave an imprint on your skin. “I like the leather,” he says, sounding almost surprised, and just like earlier you find yourself clenching again, especially when he fingers the base of your cock and the balls. For some reason his careful explorations thrill you more than expected, especially once he decides to go for it and lap the head of your cock. Careful licks at first as he seems bashful, fingers brushing over the ridges and fake veins on the phallic silicone. You let him explore, let him get used to the idea of him being on his knees and about to take you in - hell, let him get used to the idea of a dick in his mouth period, even if it is a fake one.

“It’s not gonna bite you, Benjamin.” Ezra has moved over to Benny and is now kneeling behind him, hand resting on Benny’s back as he nods at the dildo. “Will you allow me?”

You raise an eyebrow at Ezra. “Look at you, so polite and sweet to him. Why don’t I get that?”, you tease, and Ezra grins as he smacks your ass hard, making you yelp.

“Because you do not care for that, gem. Come here.” You watch as Ezra’s hand closes around the strap on, leaning in without a moment of hesitation.He’s done this so many times, but never in front of anyone else. Benny watches Ezra’s tongue lavish your cock with attention, and you can tell from the way Ezra’s fingers press into your hips that he’s getting too excited, his body desperately needing release from having been stimulated in so many ways this afternoon.

A quiet groan escapes from Benny’s lips as he watches Ezra’s head bobbing, up and down, and you see Benny’s hand close around himself, the head of his cock almost angrily red and leaking all over him. He fucks himself into his fist, then whines loudly when he sees Ezra take you in all the way - sliding down on your cock until his nose meets your skin and the leather straps. 

You laugh, almost breathlessly, as you slide your hand into Ezra’s sweaty hair and cup the back of his head, holding him in place as you watch his throat work on you. “You take it so well, Ezra. Fuck, yeah, there you go,” you gasp, starting to pull back when you feel him gag for a moment. “Easy there, easy-”

“I’m fine,” the words stutter from Ezra’s lips as he sits up, catching his breath before he turns to Benny, his eyes glimmering with mischief. “Oh, shit. That really got you going, huh?” He sounds hoarse as he nods at Benny touching himself, then leans over to him, pulling Benny into another sloppy kiss. His hand joins Benny’s, intending to help jerk him off - but you’re officially out of patience with Ezra’s chaotic energy crackling at frantic levels. He’s been too wired for too long now, and you know there’s only one way he’s going to be able to let that go.

“Get your ass on that bed,” you tell him as you smack his butt playfully, looking for the container of slick under the pillow. “Now, pretty boy. You too, other pretty boy,” you nod at Benny, “...go sit against the headboard.” 

They both follow your lead, but you can tell by the glint in Ezra’s eye that he’s not about to back down - you know it’ll just be a matter of minutes before he’s running his mouth again. “I don’t want to hear you. Got it?”, you warn him preemptively as you push him down in the sheets, onto his stomach, then give his ass another hard slap as you twist the lid off the small glass jar with slick. 

Ezra groans, letting out a deep sigh as he looks back at you. “Again. Other side too,” he says hoarsely, then sucks in a deep breath when you oblige - a smack against his other cheek, then two more on each of them as you hear him whimper in pleasure. 

“Thought I told you to be quiet”, you challenge him as you spread the slick all over your cock. “Ass up now. Are you–”

“I’m fine, yeah,” he interrupts you, so eager he’s nearly tripping over his words, and he whines as you spread his cheeks, running your slick fingers over his asshole. “Please, just…” He groans when you run your thumb over his rim, letting it slip into for a moment. “Shit, shit, yes. Come on, gem, I can-...”

His words trail off as you push into him, just the tip of your cock at first, making sure he’s taking you as well as usual. When he nods at you to keep going, you slide your hand under him and reach for his half hard cock, stroking him steadily as you push further into him. His breathing still stutters but he takes the strap easily, eagerly as always. When you look up for a moment you see Benny staring at the two of you in awe. 

Ezra notices it too, and you feel the laugh that’s rolling through his chest before you hear it. “I think Benjamin is rather intrigued by the idea of being taken by a cock, gem,” he suggests, sounding rather amused as he grinds back against you. You pick up the pace as you thrust into him, and it doesn’t take long for those broad shoulders to fully relax. His cock is leaking in your hand as you fuck him steadily, hitting him at just the right angle to make him groan, and you hear him lick his lips as he beckons Benny to scoot closer. “Benjamin… come over here, won’t you? I don’t bite. Unless you’d want me to, in which case… today is going to turn out even better than I thought it was.”

“Hey, Benny? I’m gonna need your help here,” you order the other man as you keep up your pace, resting one hand on Ezra’s hip and the other one on his back, as you stroke his warm skin that’s glistening with sweat. “Need you to shut him up, okay?”

“Fuck. Yes - please,” Ezra gasps, his voice breaking for a second, and you feel a shiver run through him. You’re not even sure which one of you three groans the loudest when he takes Benny’s cock in his mouth, but you can feel your thighs slick with our arousal by the view in front of you. Benny’s a goner almost right away, his hand on the back of Ezra’s bobbing head as he guides him down on his dick, hips pushing eagerly towards his release. 

When Ezra’s nose brushes against Benny’s neatly trimmed pubes, holding still for a moment, Benny’s hand drops away as he mumbles something incoherent. You hear Ezra’s half choked grin, see him pull back as he licks Benny’s tight ball sack which earns him another moan. “Tap out if it’s a no,” Ezra tells him before he spits on his digits, brushing his fingertips over Benny’s taint which gets him an even louder moan than before.

“Jesus, Ezra,” Benny mumbles as he closes his eyes, leaning his head back as he lets Ezra handle him. You’re not surprised when you see a flash of Ezra’s pink tongue sliding over the perineum, and you slow down your thrusts to not jostle him too much. When Benny’s hips suddenly buck up hard without a warning, you hear Ezra hum and the sound of more spit against skin.

“Just relax, Benjamin, I’ve got you. Let it go,” Ezra hushes him, rubbing Benny’s thigh soothingly as he keeps his mouth to him, a soft smack of his lips as he sucks on his finger. “ ‘s Gonna feel good, I promise, yeah?” Even though being behind Ezra doesn’t quite provide you with a clear view, you can see just enough of what’s going on - Ezra’s tongue tracing Benny’s rim, slick with saliva, hushing him some more to relax as he takes his time, and then Benny whimpering when Ezra’s finger gently pushes inside of him.

“Fuck. Ezra, fuuck, I can’t– please… please,” Benny begs him, and Ezra beams as his finger slides into the second knuckle. He hums as he mouths Benny’s balls before moving back to his cock, the back of his head blocking most of your view as he works on drawing more moans and pleas from Benny. It’s not long before Benny cries out Ezra’s name along with a string of curses, his body shaking hard until he goes pretty much boneless. 

Benny heaves a deep sigh as he practically melts into the bed, reaching out to brush something off Ezra’s face - some spilled come, you would assume. “Sorry,” he says, not sounding very regretful at all as a smirk plays over his face. “Got it all over, huh?”

“I’ll take you on your word that that was not deliberately aimed, Benjamin,” Ezra says with a shrug, brushing the back of his hand over his cheeks and forehead. “Make sure to keep that in mind next time when I bust a nut over your face, too, hmm?” he adds with a grin as he wipes his hand clean on a bedsheet, then wiggles his ass against as he looks at you over his shoulder. “That was some good team work from our partnership, gem.”

You nodded as you rub his ass gently, moving along with him as you slowly start to pick up the pace again. “Hey, at least it wasn’t me in the line of fire this time, you know?” 

He laughs at you, stretching his arms one by one, followed by his back as he hums contently under your touch - the caresses to his back, the kiss you press against his bicep. He still has the predatory look on his face from earlier, that panther stretching in the sun while examining his prey, looking extra smug this time. 

“Yeah, but you clean it up so pretty with your mouth,” he teases, the two of you both knowing that Ezra is always the first to grab you a wet towel when it’s needed. “As for now…” His eyes darken slightly as he grasps your hand, bringing it to his lips for a kiss before he brings it to his throat, folding your fingers gently around him.

“Better finish me good, gem. You know I’ll make it worth your while.”

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[weirdfreakshow]

I'm still thinking about the gempearl rape stuff. so!

what about fox!gem with her own cute knotted cock, who gets so horribly turned on during breeding season that she's been locked away in her boat all day humping at her pillows, absolutely feral, needy, a complete mess. and pearl, being her kind and caring friend, who comes to check on her. who gets jumped as soon as gem hears her voice, and wastes no time in pushing pearl down, in ripping her post uniform. in fucking Pearl, teeth clamped on her shoulder. maybe even drawing a little blood she's biting her so hard, fucking her with wreckless abandon. and pearl doesn't want to hurt gem, begs her to stop, but gem is too far gone for it to matter. just driving herself into pearl over and over again, growling while she slams her knot home, pumping pearl full of cum like pearls just her breeding bitch and can only sit there under her and sob as she's filled up.

maybe she even cums from getting knotted, and has to deal with the humiliation of it. was it really rape if she came from it? could she ever tell anyone about it? would anyone believe her? gem was feral, out of her mind. can gem really be blamed? really, pearl should have known better than to come to her base when she did, it's pearls fault

-🎸🌻

I LOVE THISSS literally living rent free in my head. Uggh. I keep thinking about Gem biting Pearl so hard it pierces skin, tightening her jaw even more as she's getting close to cumming,,, and the aftermath of it, her dislodging her teeth from her shoulder, maybe licking somewhat "apologetically" as she pants, tired and content with getting to knot and breed Pearl exactly like she needed to do ... Absolutely blissful, while Pearl lies there, also tired, cunt full and eyes watery. Maybe sniffling quietly

It's really interesting to think it from the perspective of instincts, would other (morally dubious) hybrids defend Gem? Would people understand that theyre difficult to control? Poor little gem, must feel so bad about raping her friend ! What an unfortunate circumstance !

[kuwdora]

Witcher Recs - Femslash - Sorceress Edition part 1

I come bearing more recs from my collection of bookmarks and downloads and stories I found in my saved tabsets from the last few years - and a few recent finds, too. There's always so much good fic out here and this is just a small recs list: 16 recs across two pairings. I love tag diving for femslash because I always find so many new gems when I look again. Witcher femslash is a wonderful bounty that I can't get enough of, so let me share this bounty with you! This post will contain Witcher Femslash Recs featuring Sorceresses. Fringilla/Francesca and Philippa/Triss are the theme of this post. All Witcher canons represented and will be noted in each rec.

Fringilla/Francesca

Our Feet Make Flowers Bloom by @ahh-fxck. 638w. Mature. TWN. Fringilla/Francesca. Touching. Psychic abilities, tenderness.

This is gorgeous prose, so full of tenderness and poetry and oh my god, it had my heart aching for Fringilla finally having a little bit of warmth and sunlight in her life. And Francesca being so gentle and kind! It’s so good.

Three Queens by @salamanderinspace. 678w. Mature. TWN. Fringilla/Francesca.Post-canon, hair-pulling, love. When Fringilla and Francesca kiss it's a study in contrasts.

This ficlet is also absolutely awe-inspiring and beautiful, full of such tenderness that makes one ache to the depths of their soul. It’s so, so lovely. The prose really does me in here and I love coming back to it when I need some beautiful softness.

Submission by LadyV_writes. 4298w. Explicit. TWN. Fringilla/Francesca. “Submission can be enjoyable under the right circumstances. Trust me.”

Extraordinarily hot. Fringilla trusting Francesca enough to fall apart. ❤️ Like, 10 million kinds of hot for Francesca guiding Fringilla through the process of letting go.

A Reward by chryysaskk. 66w. Gen. TWN. Fringilla/Francesca. “It’s a beautiful lullaby,” she hears her voice and she didn’t control it, but she found it sweeter than usual. She was rarely rewarded for not controlling.

This is fluff, but it’s a fluffy kind of ache since we know how canon turns out. But for a sweet, sweet moment, Fringilla and Francesca are okay and the world is full of possibilities as long as they are together.

make sure nobody sees you leave by @acemoppet TWN. Fringilla/Francesca. 260w. Mature. Angst, Secret relationship. Hurt no comfort. Kissing. “We tell no one.”

I can’t lie, I love secrets that characters keep. Secrets are hot. This is an angsty achey ficlet that made me fold in on myself. I want everything for them, but at least they can take these fleeting moments with each other.

the eye of the storm by @dancingwiththefae. 1279w. Mature. TWN. Fringilla/Francesca. Post-Thanedd, nudity, bathing/washing, hurt/comfort. She gently wiped away the blood. Francesca's fingers dug into her arms tight. She didn't need to say anything, the haunted expression in her eyes told her all she needed to know. All they had was each other.

The ache and hurt/comfort in this fic is so good, I read it three times. In the quietness after Thanedd, Fringilla and Francesca have each other and it’s wonderful.

wine-drunk by @limerental. 729w. Mature. TWN. Fringilla/Francesca. Post season 3, grief/mourning, alcohol abuse, hurt/comfort, angst. In the wake of Thanned, Fringilla and Francesca both struggle with sleep.

Love that this fic takes what we saw of Fringilla’s experience in season 3 and weaves that pain throughout. I also love it when Lim is writing Fringilla POV. This is so achey, so full of hurt and angst but Fringilla and Francesca do have each other. Even though the pain and trauma Fringilla’s been through, I’m left wondering if it’s enough.

Philippa/Triss

Into the wishy-washy dark that cannot let go by @sargassostories. 10,611w. Explicit. TWN. Philippa/Triss. Slow burn, Hanahaki disease, self-worth issues, d/s undertones, exhibitionism, domestic bliss. Triss Merigold survived the Battle of Sodden Hill-- and wished she hadn't. That is, until she experienced a mysterious mage healing her in her dreams, whose teasing, tempting touches begin to bring her back to life. Philippa Eilhart has taken a particular interest in a little witch's recovery, but what begins as a purely mercenary effort to gain an ally grows… complicated.

The hurt/comfort in this is fucking incredible. Triss is having a hard time with the world moving on after Sodden. Philippa’s own interest becoming intense and dark and twisted. The Hanahaki was weaved throughout the fic was really interesting and I thought added to the narrative of Triss’ pain and journey through the feelings and physical/psychological/emotional agonies she’d been enduring. I really fucking love this fic.

Wish such sugar’d words by @limerental. 5334w. Mature. TWN/book canon blending. Philippa/Triss. 5+1 things, lesbian political subterfuge, manipulation, pining, friends with benefits. Five times that Philippa and Triss use one another and one time perhaps that does not matter.

I always love the way lim does show/book canon blending and this fic is a great example of that. Giving just enough book elements to ground the fic in the vibes/politics/aesthetics of the world, he’s really zeroed in on the show versions of Philippa and Triss. Fic with the characters from the show always hit the sweet spot for me for this pairing because we were robbed of any canon interaction for them.

I Don’t Know How This One Ends Til I Die by Holliday_inn. 1248w. Explicit. Book canon. Philippa/Triss. Angst, more angst and smut, not major character death but could be. Philippa reflects on her life and relationships when she believes something’s been lost.

The Philippa POV in this is reallllllllllllllllly amazing. I don’t usually think of Philippa experiencing emotions, and this is a great fic showcasing her almost experiencing some grief and then attempting to sidestep the pain in favor of pleasure. A really interesting character study. I love seeing how this author writes all the Lodge characters.

This Is The Way by owlhart (saidanon). 1784w. Gen. Book/game canon. Philippa/Triss. Angst, softness, insecure Triss, tenderness. Philippa held her gaze, leaning forward and touching her forehead against hers as she placed Triss’ hand over her chest. The rhythmic thumping of Philippa’s heart pulsed against Triss’ fingertips, steady and soothing.  The tears fell from Triss’ eyes and Philippa shushed her gently, giving her hand a little squeeze and pressing it harder against her chest, fingers splayed between the gaps of hers. It beats - “For you and only you.”

I’d call this a relationship study and one thing I really like about this fic is how it uses the seasons to help ground the fic in the passage of time while also giving some wonderful glimpses into how Philippa Triss’ relationship looks when they’re together. It’s a poignant Triss POV, full of softness, some of Triss’ insecurities and does a great job of showing how Philippa acts in terms of love and affection.

The Rescue by finiarel. 2100w. Teen. Book canon. Philippa/Triss. Angst, hurt/comfort, Triss rescuing Philippa. They had taken Philippa Eilhart. Triss Merigold with the help of others is taking her back.

!!! The whole premise of this fic is great and I gobbled it up because Triss being the one to help rescue Philippa from torture and pain is *chefs kiss* opposite of what I might first associate with these two. The hurt/comfort in this is yummy as fuck if you enjoy that trope, but of course Philippa is in this fic and so the comfort part gets turned about and Triss gets insecure and needy all over again because of how much she needs Philippa.

Here For It by beyondthesilence. 738w. Gen Book canon. Philippa/Triss. Angst, hurt/comfort, owl Philippa. A one-shot about a sorceress dealing with emotions.

This fic is amazing. Short, not so sweet, but A++ glimpse at Philippa “dealing” with emotions, with an amazing ending and visual that’s gonna be stuck in my head for ages.

change of pace by scredgirl. 1285w. Explicit. Book/game canon. Philippa/Triss. PWP. Triss and Phil power dynamics. On the importance of sex as a relaxation method and the top/bottom balance in a relationship.

This is so fucking hot. Like, absolutely 100% hot with the sex but yes, especially hot look at the power dynamic in this relationship.

Focus by scredgirl. 2257w. Explicit. Book canon. Philippa/Triss. PWP. Smut at Thanedd. The banquet on Thanedd is a dramatic affair, and when Triss's mood turns sour, she can think of one good way to cope.

Thanedd PWP that I also wolfed down. It’s hot, but also this author brings an amazing look at Philippa and Triss’ power dynamic and how it plays out in another smutty scene, but with specific context of why Triss is particularly needy in that moment. This is chefs kiss hot on a character level, in addition to being fucking hot as hell with the sex.

Entanglement by Astrarian. 12262w. Game canon. Philippa/Triss. PWP. Bath sex. Post Blindingly Obvious TW3 quest. After liberating Philippa Eilhart from the bathhouse, Triss takes Philippa to her room at the Chameleon, where she can explain in private why they need Philippa's help. Talking isn't all they do.

This is shameless, utter horny PWP. Smut. It’s peak sapphic filth. It’s erotic. It’s also an incredible example of “what does the sex tell us about the characters headspace?” type of smutty fic. How do they view the world? It’s 12k long and the beginning shows the reader where Philippa and Triss are respectively in the context of The Witcher Wild Hunt game (briefly linked the side quest it’s nominally related to for skimming purposes), but the fic goes so deep into the headspace and character desires because of the smut. What Triss needs, what she wants. What Phil needs and what she also wants. The d/s in this is bar none is so fucking good I think my brain whited out.

I also need to repeat: this is so very extremely, extremely horny and sexy. 🔥🔥🔥

Previously on Kuwdora's Witcher Recs:

Villains and Bad Guys Part 1

Istredd Recs

[kawaiigirly21]

Gem of Olympus 4

As Natasha leaned in closer to her Uncle, she noticed another's gaze set upon her. His blue eyes smoldered with lust as his hand gripped his glass tightly. The god's expression was subtle but the intentions behind his eyes were anything but. Natasha knew exactly what Zeus wanted, and was more than glad to give into to him. As well as Poseidon.

Gently running her hands up and down his arms, Natasha whispered something into Poseidon’s ear before making her way over to Zeus. It didn't take much convincing to get the king of Olympus to join her in her bed. Regardless of another male's presence, he had one goal and one goal only. Not to mention he was almost drooling at the mouth from her “words” of encouragement.

Although, with her hand discretely stroking his manhood and her soothing voice whispering filthy requests in his ear, encouragement was the last thing he needed. With Zeus and Poseidon ready to practically rip her clothes off, Natasha thought for a bit. Should she? Should she not? Persephone did give her a bit of free range with her tall, dark, and handsome husband.

It was just that Hades was always hesitant to engage in the passions of the skin. Especially when it came to her. As soon as the goddess spotted her other uncle langley sipping his wine, like a lioness on the hunt, she stalked over. In doing this, she drew the attention of her ex husband who was quite upset at the display.

“She's not serious… right? I mean all three kings? At the same time? She must've lost her mind to think Hades would even go through with that.” Ares grumbled under his breath before watching in absolute horror as Hades gently kissed Natasha's hand and led her away to her chambers with Zeus and Poseidon following closely behind.

Ares soon heard snickering behind him and turned to see Apollo and Hermes who were thoroughly amused at the sight. “Looks like our night of passion with her will have to wait, dear brother. Too bad. I was hoping to get that thread from Hephaestus to use in the bedroom. I heard it vibrates when you string it like a bow.” Apollo smirked as he spoke loud enough for Ares to hear. Hermes chuckled while also wearing his famous mischievous grin.

“She's quite the panther in the bedroom. I hope she remembered to cut her nails or else our father and uncles will be covered in scars.” Ares suddenly slammed his cup down in haste and turned to grab Apollo by his clothing. “You think this is funny?! You would joke about this!? She's making a fool of me!! As if I never satisfied her during our marriage so she decides to sleep with any god who lets her claw her way into his chambers!!”

Apollo rolled his eyes and scoffed. “Yes actually. Yes we do. Because it's foolish for you to think only of your pride and how her behavior is affecting you. Did you ever stop to think maybe, just maybe you were the problem? You did abandon her for Aphrodite on multiple occasions. So of course with 33 years of a horrible marriage with no sexual activity, she'd wanna make up for lost time.”

Hermes thought to himself for a minute before speaking up. “Do you suppose one of them will get her pregnant?” Both Ares and Apollo turned to look at Hermes with expressions of disbelief. “Think about it, she's in her chambers as we speak with not only the three most powerful gods but the most potent semen wise. Natasha is exceptionally fertile as well. Her womb never held a child so who knows? Maybe one of them will plow that field. That is to say… they aren't already!!”

Hermes nearly fell over with laughter as Apollo covered his mouth to silence his amusement. Unlike Ares, who found the jest nowhere near funny. Though, he knew Hermes wasn't lying. He never once got Natasha pregnant. That was on purpose. He didn't want to be tied down to a woman he never loved. That's what he always told himself. But, was it really true?

While one broken half of Ares x Natasha was having an existential crisis, the other was lost in a world of bliss. “Ugh! You've always been so tight my dear! How do you do it?~” Zeus groaned as he leaned down to kiss and nibble at Natasha’s ear. His thrusts were brutal and demanding. His fat tip hitting her cervix in the most delicious way.

Usually, she would have been louder than how she was currently, but it was hard to make any noises really when she had the King of the Underworld’s cock in the back of her throat. His deep illustrious moans filled her ears while her one hand stroked Poseidon's long thick cock. His voice almost whiny. Desperate for a turn at either of her holes. “Hades my brother! Are you enjoying yourself?” Zeus smirked as he gripped Natasha's hips and brought her back against him.

Hades rolled his eyes as he pet her head while she took him deeper in her throat. “I would be enjoying this a lot better if you'd shut up and stop being so rough with the poor girl. She's your daughter and my niece. Not some whore.” His words however fell on deaf ears as the King of Olympus thrusted harder and faster. His grip on Natasha's hips getting tighter. He was close. Very close. The telltale signs besides his roughness increasing, was the thunder and lightning that started to gather near the window.

Pulling her head off Hades’ cock, Natasha clawed at her uncle's thighs and buried her face into his abbed chest to muffle her whimpers and moans. Suddenly she felt her head being yanked back by her hair. “I want to hear those precious sounds, little vixen. You wanted this right? So take it with as much vigor as you used to seduce us.” Poseidon smirked as he leaned in to capture her lips in a hot feverish kiss.

Whether it was the situation itself or just that fact she was bedding the most powerful men in her life, Natasha came to her first orgasm of the night the same time her father, Zeus pumped his hot seed into her walls. Pulling out and panting heavily, Zeus plopped onto the bed thoroughly satisfied. For that moment anyway.

“Natasha my dear? Are you alright? Do you need a break or are you alright to continue?” Hades asked as he watched his niece tremble in his arms. “I-im alright uncle. Please, let's continue. I want you inside me this time.” Poseidon watched as Natasha looked over to him and gently took his hand. “You too uncle Poseidon. I want you both inside me.” Zeus sat up and immediately smirked as he watched the three.

“You little slut. You truly are something else! Are you sure you're not some sort of succubus coming to drain us of our dignity?” Hades scoffed as he helped Natasha down on his cock and rubbed her hips while cooing in her ear. “You lost all yours years ago. Don't blame her for that.” Poseidon chuckled while slowly pushing himself into her back entrance. His large hands running up and down her back. “I didn't know he knew the word dignity honestly.”

Zeus rolled his eyes as the three of them jested with each other and slid himself into Natasha's mouth. The goddess was at the mercy of her father and uncles as they began their movements. Her senses overloaded and bliss overwhelming her. When their movements got faster and deeper, her moans grew louder and her eyes rolled back.

“By the fates, Hades look at her face! So pretty you are baby. That's it. Let us use you sweetie.” Zeus groaned as he pet her head and pushed her head down to hilt himself in her mouth and throat. “Gorgeous. Absolutely stunning. You're doing so well kitten.” Hades praised as Natasha began to tire. The gods could sense this and immediately took over.

Letting Natasha lay her head on her father's lap while her uncles chased their highs along with helping her reach her own. Zeus lovingly pet her head and kissed her cheek as she squeezed his hand as she felt the knot in her tummy burst the moment her uncles filled her with their hot seed. The next moments were a blur for Natasha until she heard Poseidon say something to Zeus who pulled her to his chest.

His steady heart beat and warmth pulling her into a peaceful slumber. “Told you she liked me best.” Zeus smirked. “She's programmed to want to be near you more. You're her father after all.” Hades snidely remarked as he kissed Natasha's shoulder. “Quite a taboo little brother. Almost despicable to watch.” Poseidon added as he kissed Natasha's lips gently.

“You're both acting like you weren't inside her just now!!” Hades then glared at Zeus. “Will you shut up? She's trying to rest.” Poseidon shook his head. “Shame on you Zeus. You'd wake a resting maiden after she was just put through a strenuous activity?” Zeus’ eye twitched. “I didn't do anything!” “Zeus, shut up!” “Yea! She's trying to sleep!” “Oh to Hell with both of you!”

[slamamanderb]

【アークナイツ/Arknights】Something just like this【Rhine Labs/ライン生命】

not sure how i missed it for so long but i just found this gem recently and I'm obsessed with it. Like, Rhine Lab to Rhodes Island (and back to Rhine in Dorothy's Vision) makes for a cool story full of intrigue... but only if you take it from Saria's or Silence's point of view.

For Ifrit, it's just a story of trying to keep her head above water while watching her surrogate family get ripped apart again and again. The flashbacks hit hard because Ifrit only really has two realities that we've been able to see;

First, when she was being 'treated' [experimented on] at Rhine. Her value to her 'family' was basically defined by how much physical abuse she could withstand. She was a Good Girl when she could survive greater and greater doses of literal poison. She was a disappointment when she didn't want to hurt anymore. But this is really the only time that she could exist with both Saria and Silence caring for her together. Life was busy and painful and exhausting, but it was life with two genuinely caring parental figures that she loved.

The second is after she was rescued to Rhodes Island. At RI, Ifrit got actual medical treatment, both in terms of attempting to alleviate her condition and of treating her like a human with feelings. She was accepted into a community of people who maybe didn't know the specifics of her situation, but understood and empathized with her in general. However, she lost something in her escape; she lost Saria. What's worse, she started getting signals from Silence that losing Saria was a good thing, but without an explanation of why. It's hard to imagine that Ifrit didn't internalize it as her fault that Saria was gone.

Ifrit wouldn't have understood anything about Rhine politics or its academic prestige. She doesn't give two shits about Rhodes Island trying to remake Terra in Theresa's image. She's just a girl who wants to live her life and love something akin to a family. And she would know that she had traded her and Silence's relationship with Saria for a life with less physical pain. She had traded her family, willingly or not, for being poked with moderately less painful needles. But maybe, if she was stronger, Saria wouldn't have had to leave. If only she'd endured better. If she hadn't lost control. Maybe it really is her fault that Saria left.

[She's] not looking for somebody / With some superhuman gifts / Some superhero / Some fairytale bliss / Just something [she] can turn to / Somebody [she] can miss / [She] want[s] something just like this

[farm-witches-fic-recs]

We're back with more community faves! The coven loves sharing these recs and we know the creators are so happy to see the blurbs about why you are so fond of these pieces.

Check them out and leave some comments and kudos!

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“After the Proposal” and other comics (@smileyrice) “I don’t know how to find all of smileyrice’s SC fanart works in one place but this adorable bit is emblematic of the drawings, comics, sketches, and other works depicting day-to-day scenes and stories of David and Patrick’s lives. All of smileyrice’s art is just precious and beautiful. The stories are adorable and the design/look of the comics is at once true to the canon and quite original. I love them very much and am grateful to be able to revisit them often.”

All things being equal (surreal) “It's such an honest and beautiful look at disability and representation, but not in a gimmicky way. It's really just a love story, for the OTP we all hold so dear, with one little thing changed. Also, the level of healthy communication in this is like 27/10.”

the ever and ever that fiction allows (lookingforshadows) “An underrated, sparkling gem of a fic.”

Happy Golden Days of Yore (@blueink3)  “It’s my annual Christmas Eve read (and often times in between when I need a good cry with a happy ending). Divorced David and Patrick are so broken without each other and this fic heals them in the best possible way. It is sob-inducing but so satisfying in the end. The writing is superb.” 

The Immortals of Schitt’s Creek (middyblue) “I love the magical realism in this fandom and this fic was one of the firsts for me and I come back to it often. There’s seasonal vibes, drama, bittersweet realities, fluff, smut, and everything in between.”

Improv piecing (@my-nameless-bliss) “David feels that love is like fabric. He’s used to having to piece together scraps to have enough, but Patrick has him rethinking the metaphor. I love this peek into David’s head—the bits of his history, the careful consideration of people’s motivations, the focus on figuring out how to do this early relationship “correctly.” Nameless_bliss has such a gift for sounding relaxed and effortless while actually packing a lot of thought and emotion into each section.”

It’s Time (@lisamc-21) “I keep going back to this. It's not the longest fic yet you still feel the years of pining that happened prior to where this story starts. I love a good friends to lovers fic and this is one of my faves!”

Moon Shot (@resilientrose) “This fic is beautifully written with a captivating plot and wonderful characterisation. The angst will make you hurt but the payoff is well worth it. A fabulous college AU with art student David and baseball player Patrick.”

Small projects (GClane) “It's gentle, but packs a massive punch.“

This Time Around (@distractivate) “Secret dating when a boyband gets back together, weaves in the characters so well and you can't help but be into each new turn the D&P relationship takes!”

[lilmisssona]

✯ My mooties (づᴗ _ᴗ)づ♡

People who keep me sane, feral, giddy, giggly, curious and happy 🫶

𓍢ִ໋🌷͙֒𓂃🦋 @atinyniki Met Niki randomly on a lazy day scrolling tumblr fyp, cupids arrow is her first fic I read and fell in love. Oh! Quite literally if you will, because turned out we are each other's platonic soulmates. You're my home my comfort and I am grateful to find you bby and will always support you, no matter what! ❤️❤️❤️

𓍢ִ໋🌷͙֒𓂃🦋 @hearts4leeknow Second sweet bby, Oh ILY so much you're so sweet, I really love your works. They are a treat to my soul. You're so funny, And I'll support you always bby 💖

𓍢ִ໋🌷͙֒𓂃🦋 @cinnamostar From your works to everything else, your blog is literally so aesthetic, and your works 🤌 So happy to be your mootie! ( Currently patiently waiting for 5 dates to fall in love to end so that I can read from the beginning and not end up in a cliffhanger 🙃 )

𓍢ִ໋🌷͙֒𓂃🦋 @writingforstraykids Newest addition to my community! Literally so down to earth, very sweet! I really love your works, so I will love you and support you always 🫶

𓍢ִ໋🌷͙֒𓂃🦋 @kai-lee08 Your fic blog

@j-oneproduces are my go to whenever I want to read which members will do what to yn. They are so so sweet, I love it. Gives me warm and giggly feelings inside! You're so sweet and I'm so glad to be mooties with you 🫶💓

𓍢ִ໋🌷͙֒𓂃🦋@jinnie-ret I was always a silent followers of yours, reading your fics time and time again. But the oddinary one really moved me. You're so nice and cute, Thank you for being mooties with me! 🤭💕🫶

𓍢ִ໋🌷͙֒𓂃🦋@michelle4eve Sweet newbie mutual of mine 💓 So glad we became mooties. You are literally sweetest 🤗❤️🥹

𓍢ִ໋🌷͙֒𓂃🦋@skzoologist Oh, Zehina you're so sweet. I'm so lucky to have you as my mootie. Talking to you feels so comforting! 💕🫶💓

𓍢ִ໋🌷͙֒𓂃🦋 @minholing Jenny, you're so sweet. Its such a bliss to meet you and talk to you everyday. You're so cute 💕🫶

𓍢ִ໋🌷͙֒𓂃🦋 @cheesemonky Leisel, you're so sweet my love. I love talking with you, however brief our conversations are due to the time difference but I still love it 🫶❤️

𓍢ִ໋🌷͙֒𓂃🦋 @livelovelaughmiko Miko, Thank you for being such a sweet gem. I know we just became mooties but I love you already 🥺🫶🤗

𓍢ִ໋🌷͙֒𓂃🦋 @thatonedemigodfromseoul Mutual friend of Jinnie and I. Glad I found you. You're so sweet and your works are amazing. Hugs 🥺🤗🫶

𓍢ִ໋🌷͙֒𓂃🦋 @silverstarburst Mutual mootie of mine and Nat's. I was actually kinda so scared when you followed me. Like you're kinda like an idol to me. As I saw yours and Nat's asks everyday, I was so intrigued by you. I got so happy when you became my mootie and then binged through my page. Love you hun 💕🥺💗🤗

𓍢ִ໋🌷͙֒𓂃🦋 @yangbbokari Mumu bby I'm the worst why didn't I add you here ����😭😭 You're one of my sweetest savage mooties. Like you're so cool, I'm blown away 🤭💖🤗

𓍢ִ໋🌷͙֒𓂃🦋 @galaxycatdrawz Just a random sweet encounter through ask game. You are so sweet 🤗💖 Glad to become a mootie of you!

𓍢ִ໋🌷͙֒𓂃🦋 @hwangism143 Another Bengali friend. Woo-hoo! Will be Glad to get to know you better Via 🤗💞

𓍢ִ໋🌷͙֒𓂃🦋 @straykidsholicleigh Just became moots. Btw I know you since long before Soul was mentioning you in their posts. You're cute. I like you 🤗🤗💕💕

[faegoddessog]

My dirty little, and not so little, stories- Master lists

-cuz like the clit, g-spot and prostate, I want ya'll to find it.

Explicitly mature content, 18+ only

Seventy Two Hours of Bliss- Master list

Series Summary: You are neighbors with Austin Butler on the Gold Coast of Australia just prior to shooting Elvis. You become just friends because he is taken. However, after he is single again, you both find out just how attracted you are to one another and things get unrelentingly hot, then insanely romantic (and still fucking hot). (Finished work.)

Explicitly mature content, 18+ only

Fantasy come True - Masterlist

Series Summary: Breaking into the acting world has been a life long dream. It's been tough, plus your relationship with your partner has some struggles, but who doesn't have struggles. A new guy shows up to your improv classes who seems strangely familiar. He seems rather interested in you and you feel unusually comfortable around him, like he projects calm and reassurance. Once you realize who he really is, and what he really likes... it's game on.

(Finished work- request)

Explicitly mature content, 18+ only

Dripping in Leather

Part 1: "So, leather eh?"

Part 2: Ass over teakettle

No, I hadn't told Austin about my little leather fantasy. I mean, I'd never really explored it myself. I wasn't sure how to bring it up, so I brought a little surprise to Mexico City, where I was meeting up with him. But when I met him on set and he had those tight leather pants on, it was all I could do to keep myself together until we got back to the hotel room. Holy Fuck it was hot! Now if I could just get him to dust off a certain iconic outfit for me....(request by @richardslady121

(Finished work-request)

Explicitly mature content, 18+ only

Woman in Red - Masterlist

-She's a very successful woman who can't seem to find a partner that can keep up with her. He is just wanting to find someone who likes him for HIM, not his fame. Neither of them are prepared for what hits them when she walks into that coffee shop.

(Finished Work)

Explicitly mature content, 18+ only

Years? Really?!

Part 1: Birthday Boy

Part 2: You got me so...

A tipsy car ride home from a birthday outing becomes oh so much more.

(voters decided that this should be more than just a one shot!)

Fun one shots

Daily Meal- Summary: Austin and gf have temporarily moved to New York, work is stressful for her. He has a tried and true solution.

(Finished work-request)

Do me sweet, do me dirty- I'm so stressed, but an unexpected visit from Austin changes all that. Starting sweet and gentle he soon gets intense and domineering. I love it and it's just what I needed.

(Finished work- request)

Not 'till Monday Surgery recovery is no fun. But it's both made easier and difficult when Austin is the one taking care of you. Easy cuz he is on top of everything you'd ever need, hard because the one thing he isn't allowed to be on on top of is you. It' torture not getting to O, not getting his cum on the daily. Your only hope is Monday.

(finished work- inspired!)

Feyd's Gom Jabbar DUNE pt 2 fic. Lady Margot Fenring is on a Bene Gesserit mission: test and preserve the genetics of the Na-Baron Feyd Rautha Harkonnen. She is well aware of his deranged pleasures of choice. Armed with her Pain Box, Gom Jabbar, her Voice and her substantial wiles and wits, she delves into Feyd's world. She is unprepared, however, for her own reaction to his... attentions.

Warning: this one is dark

(Finished work)

It takes three to forget: (one shot)They need to forget from the terrors of the sky. She needs to forget the terrors on the ground. War is hell any way you slice it. But tonight, tonight they are gonna all reach for a little piece of heaven, all three together.

(Finished work)

"You don't think I could be a Dom?" : (one shot) a story crafted from 5 voter polls in celebration of 100 (+) followers. This little gem includes: Our very own Austin Butler, taking control of, dominating, edging and over stimming you, his old friend (now lover).

(Finished work- voter polls)

To Places You'd Never Been: (A pre-Bikerider's One shot ) Benny has two things that balance the violence in his life: the freedom of the road and making women cum. Were you just another in a long line of girls he 'introduced' to your own pleasure? Undoubtedly. Did you care? Hell no. What he taught you about yourself that night changed everything for you.

(finished work)

My favorite Treat: (one shot)- Fantasies confessed to and fulfilled. A Naughty Austin gets what's coming to him, and loves every second of it.

(Finished work)

Upcoming works - all Austin related, cuz I'm a bit of a slut for the man. )

Strangers on a train (one shot)- (this one is just me dreaming big dreams ya'll) It's your birthday and you have treated yourself to a semi private compartment on the train from London to Florence. Who ends up sharing your compartment? Only the subject of all your naughty writing. Blushing, wet panties and hot times all follow.

[saltminerising]

sorry gonna have to format this as a greentext cause this is just so comically bad it makes me want to laugh and also die

> be me

> rediscover flight rising after a few years of not playing

> log onto old account, find all my childhood dragons + items, start having a blast

> 3 weeks in, remember i'm an adult now with adult money instead of being a broke 13 year old

> decide to splurge a bit, spend $50 on gems, have the time of my life getting to do everything i wanted as a kid including making dream dragons with genes/apparel i could never get before

> start to genuinely get into the game for real again, log on every day, chat on the forums, make friends, so happy to have all my old dragons + retired items i'd collected back then, absolutely balling

> be me, 2 weeks later, sitting down at desk after a long workday, excited to play more

> try to log on

> account closed

> confused. send appeal. get response.

> apparently made another account when i was 13 that i genuinely have no recollection of. been living in the same childhood house with the same internet provider, so still had the same i.p address

> no response when asking for alternate accounts details, just get told i can go ahead and make a new account if i want

> that was a week ago

> quite literally had no idea about the decade old multiaccounting, so genuinely did not think i was at risk in any way and spent weeks investing time love and money into this game without knowing

> had also loaned 2 really nice people's dragons for a breeding project i was doing, which i'd done with the full belief that i'd be able to return them

> mfw i realize dragons, apparel, items, achievements, treasure, and money i spent on gems are basically gone forever because of a single alt account i'd apparently made a decade ago and had no memory of creating

> mfw i realize 2 innocent people are now not gonna be able to get their dragons back from me because i had 0 warnings or signs that my account was at risk

> mfw i realize i'm literally never getting childhood account back

do sort of wish they would've closed my account in the month they had before i dropped $50+ on this game and loaned dragons from others 😇😇😇 #flightrisingbestgameintheworld

previous greentext anon would also like to state i did make a new account just so i could contact the two people i loaned those dragons from and explain the situation. i'm planning on purchasing gems one last time just so i can send it to them to make up for this, considering they were unfairly wrapped up in this and are presumably never getting their dragons back. after thats sorted out... hasta la vista sornieth ✌ those were a very fun few weeks of ignorant bliss and i genuinely want to play more pretty bad, but i'm not gonna spend hours grinding and spend god knows how much money trying to rebuild all that again.

[mysticmellowlove]

The Cruel Prince - Revelry

a/n; im not gonna lie and say this isn’t based on cardan greenbrair. swear to god you read one book and shit like this happens.

no I'm going back on it now, this is 100% about cardan. please someone give us more cardan content, I'm frothing at the mouth i tell you.

word count; 1594

warnings; asshole men, dom-ish reader, little slight bit of Jude/Reader, gaslight gatekeep girlboss, suggestive content, asshole reader, gn reader, pining obviously

It started with a revel, as nearly all things in Faerie start. The mood was high, there was wine being passed around like candy and small delicacies graced everyone's mouth. For people looking in it was the most magical sight to behold. The cries of blissed-out folk echoed around the hall, gems of all different colours glimmered like stars in the sky.

It was almost like a dream come true...

until I spotted the two non-folk's making their way to the dining table draped in rosemary and basil. An unsettled feeling rested in my stomach, wherever the two of them went trouble followed. I shook my head and tried to let my mind leave their presence but it wasn't quite working.

I was just like the rest of them, or at least I had been to those two. I was a folk, I was an asshole and I definitely didn't particularly care about them. That was until they reminded me of the birds at my parent's estate that would always get fed last as their legs were crippled.

Taryn and Jude were like those birds to me, weak and helpless and always last no matter what. So I decided one day to not glare at them so much, to not whisper under my breath or to entertain the Prince's circle when they tormented the girls.

"Y/n, it feels like it's been ages since we saw you." My head turned from my pondering towards the voice. In front of me, dressed in clothes as grand as the rest of us folk, were the two twins I was just thinking about.

If there was one thing about the two of them that was so suffocatingly unique it was the fact that they were twins, two nearly identical people.

"Having a good time?" I asked them, looking down at my chalice of wine, the green liquid stared right back as if asking me 'why are you still standoffish to them if you technically like them?'

"As good of a time as any." Jude, in her usual scowl, answered me as she took a bite of the green apple in her hands. I watched as the two of them passed the treat to the other, back and forth. At that moment it felt as if nothing could ever tear them apart. I hadn't had the chance to discover someone who made me feel the same way.

It made me a little jealous. Folk relationships were hardly ever like the love mortals had to give. A transaction was all that it was, hardly did anyone find someone who truly loved them. I would be no exception, especially as my family had their eyes set on the varying circles of the royal siblings. Doomed to be with someone viler, older or more dismissive. Such was life.

I heard the bird chatter coming from beside me, gossip that I likely had no interest in. Though I managed to shush them as the Prince and his friends drew closer.

The royal family was beloved, idolised and feared. Even so I knelt like everyone else and bowed my head in respect. In the background, I could hear the revelry continue onwards as they passed by.

Shined boots, encrusted gems, taut buckles.

"Hah, did you think you could blend in? So plain, baseless, a horrific sight really." I could also see what had to be Valerian's boots stopped in front of Jude. I just knew he was doing something unnecessary. Before much else could happen Jude's head was thrown and twisted to the side as my shoulder was roughly grabbed.

I jerked a little but came up without much hassle. Valerian's eyes bore into me as his face was spread with a grimace.

"And you, spending your time around such filth. Your parents wouldn't approve would they?" His words were harsh, his tone perhaps harsher but his tirade didn't last for much longer as Prince Cardan's voice cut through the tension between the two of us.

"Valarian, give in." We both looked over to him, myself taking in the glower that Prince Cardan had. His eyes seemed to put me under some sort of trance, one I pulled myself from quickly. Valarian dropped his hand from my shoulder and went to crowd behind him as the group continued to make their way through the other folk.

However, they stopped a few paces from us, right in front of a small moth boy who had not bowed to Cardan as he passed. I could see in frightening clarity as Cardan's jaw clenched, his hands as well. In a matter of moments, his fist was planted right in the middle of the boy's face. The much smaller boy went flying as Cardan's hand reached out once more.

My mouth pulled into a pained grimace as I watched Cardan tear the boy's wing in half, as if it were nothing but stray paper in the air. The boy ended up on the ground as Cardan's tense face briefly scanned the area around him. Our eyes met for a moment, his onyx ones to mine. They looked as if they were alight, the almost unnoticeable ring of gold around his pupil made it look as if they were.

Then he was gone, lost in the crowd of resuming partiers. I let out a breath of air, imagining that the boy's wings could've easily been mine if I had made a misstep. It was in the past though and if no one was going to comment on it more, which they wouldn't, then neither would I.

Jude's hand rested on the crook of my elbow, hesitantly but somehow strictly as if she was prepared for me to throw her off. I looked at her and noticed for the first time how soft her eyes looked under the light, was she worried or just unnerved?

"I think I'll get some air. You might not have to party too much but it's expected of me." And just like that a certain bitterness came over her. If this were any other situation maybe we might've gotten along better.

I left the two of them to their machinations as I waltzed and swung around the cluttered room. A few of my movements were shared with strangers as I gave in and let them wisp me into their dance ring but eventually I made it out into the clearer air.

The beginning chills of the night washed over me like a well-intentioned blanket, letting me breathe in something that wouldn't make me feel as if I were drifting in the skies. I let my eyes close as I tipped the last of my wine into my mouth, letting the tart taste sit on my tongue before I swallowed.

"Too much for you? I should've expected as much." My eyes opened belatedly as I realised who was in front of me. Cardan looked down, his face all sharp edges and darkened angles. I cocked my head in a small resemblance of a bow as I looked for somewhere to sit my chalice down.

"Not particularly my prince, I'm just making sure I can dance all night. As should be." I murmured, he hadn't particularly approached me often. He had no reason to. If he hated Jude and Taryn he only vaguely disliked me.

"Aren't you ever the boring one. Are you not ashamed that you're the weakest in our class besides those bumbling fools." There was a sneer on his face, though it did nothing to make me hate him any more. Cardan was... like poison. Bad for you but also somehow magnetic, just one sip would be enough to quell someone's thirst and yet they may as well be dead.

"It's not my intention." The conversation was going nowhere, in fact, I had no idea why he had even approached me at all. He was likely looking for a fight, to sink his fingers into someone weaker than him.

I tried to move past him, as long as I got back into the revelry I might be hidden from his nitpicking sight. However, he stopped me, grabbing my arms and drawing me right back to being in front of him. My hand feigned to drop the chalice but I managed to catch it just in time.

I was sure that confusion was spilled across my face now but it seemed to deter him no less. For a few moments we simply stood in the company of each other, his hands present and tight on my arms. I drew in a breath, my chest just barely brushing against his. As his eyes dipped down to rationalise the fleeting touch he had felt I brought my hand up to his cheek.

While he looked steely there was a softness to him. My fingers sunk into his skin deliciously, as if they were made to be there.

"I must excuse myself my prince. The night calls." I gave him a placating smile and tore myself from his grasp, finding my way into the fray of folk moving back and forth like a wave. For the rest of the night I was under the impression that I had left him behind.

Though as I left I could've sworn I had seen his feathered suit coat out of the corner of my eye.