#sasa watches

[supanuts]

sonic and north taking care of a listless babe, the non-verbal communication, the way north just throws babe the apple because he's used to babe being able to catch anything he throws at him... cinema

[pawbeanies]

watching cute fluffy romance animes and immediately being struck with a deep sense of wanting to dig a really deep hole and die in it

[chazz-is-a-zelda-fan]

man i love chazz and atticus i wish mspecs were real

[bunnakit]

oat you should totally have a reaction channel/make mini podcasts (or just one big podcast with different seasons) if you have the time and energy and want to of course talking about your current show of choice ep by ep bc i just finished listening to your lt ep 12 vod and i enjoyed it so much!

ouhggghghg thank yooou i really didn't expect people to enjoy it at all, i just did it for accessibility reasons, but it was really well received.

mayhaps ill do my weekly metas in text and for the finales do a longer one like this where i just talk about my feelings over all about the series

(i could also do like, blind reactions but its just a lot of me making incoherent noises)

[umbreix]

Sometimes you just gotta love characters that suck. Absolutely suck.

[rhys-ravenfeather]

Off now.

So yeah, I had the day off, and it was pretty good!

Had a counseling appointment, and was able to get some stuff off my chest, then did a nature trail with my CI person not long after that, and got to pet a lot of dogs! :D Too bad my shoes got muddy...they're not exactly that old...

Plus, I was able to do some more RPing with @hexsisters, and watch a couple things, including a movie I've been trying to watch for a while :P

Well, I head back to work tomorrow, so I'll see you guys when I see you.

[violetsaffron5]

12 Days of Christmas (2022)

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6 | Six Geese-a-Laying

Pairing: Geto Suguru x f!Reader x Toji Fushiguro

Prompt: You’re new in town, and I’m your neighbor. We throw a Christmas party every year, why don’t you come and celebrate with us?

Words: 2.2k

Warnings: spitroasting, double penetration, vaginal sex, anal, oral sex, kind of voyeurism

It’s Christmas eve, and there’s a knock on your door. Eerie since you don’t know anyone in town yet, and you certainly aren’t expecting company.

So you wait, hoping it stops. It doesn’t. Rather, the knocks become more forceful.

Taking a deep breath, you look through the peephole of your apartment door only to be met with the image of a shirtless man, long black hair and what looks like red Santa pants on.

You’ve never opened a door so quickly in your life.

You greet him with a smile, only to remember you’re in the shortest shorts you own and a tank top since you’ve been lounging around your home putting boxes of belongings away all day.

“Hi,” he says with a smile, eyes roaming over your body immediately. Your cheeks flush instantaneously at the sight of him. “We have a Christmas party every year, why don’t you come celebrate with us?”

You stand, stunned at the offer for a moment. He’s patient. Smiles while waiting for a response, giving you a chance to look him over. He’s lean, toned, has a dragon tattoo that starts on the left side of his chest, the body wraps around his shoulders and comes down by his hip. The tail ends in the waistband of his black briefs that you can clearly see.

You lick your lips at the sight, wondering just exactly where it ends.

The dragon is traditional. Obvious. He’s bold to show up to a stranger's place and knock on the door with it exposed.

But his eyes are kind, and he has a nice smile, so you agree.

The thought of changing your clothes before leaving with this stranger didn’t occur to you until you were in the hall to his apartment, hearing the loud music through the walls.

All thought of that disappears though, as you step inside. In fact, you were overdressed to some degree.

Men and women alike were topless, many of them hanging on the arms of the person sitting next to them.

A man with white hair and round glasses is spread out on the couch, taking up most of the space with his long legs. He has a woman on either side of him, caressing his chest and kissing his neck.

He smacks the ass of the blonde as he grins to you, “Sasa, get me a drink babe,” he says as the two women stand to leave the room.

You nod your head and purse your lips as you continue looking around the living room, until you spot a man talking with a gorgeous brunette in lemon colored shorts. He has raven hair, a scar over his lip and matching tattoos with the man you’ve come here with.

The woman he’s talking to gets mad, folding her arms over her chest as he walks away, towards you.

“What’s a pretty little thing like you doing here?” He questions, his voice gruff.

“Oh, I came here with…” You trail off, not having gotten the name of the man you followed. You make a note to remind yourself to make better decisions tomorrow.

“Suguru,” he answers, “and this is Toji.”

“Hi,” you smile at both of them, and give your name. Suguru wraps an arm around your shoulder as Toji watches closely. “I’m, um, your new neighbor. Just moved here, and I don’t really know anyone yet.” You chuckle nervously, not sure why you felt like you had to provide that much information about yourself.

The two men exchange looks before Suguru leads you into the living room to one of the couches. You sit in the middle, between Suguru and Toji, practically on top of them with how close they’ve moved themselves in.

Their bodies are warm next to yours, and their muscles are hard. And they're both incredibly attractive.

You’re not sure what to do or say, so you look around the room again, awkwardly. The white haired man tips his glasses down, exposing the most beautiful blue eyes you’ve ever seen before winking, placing them at the top of his nose once again.

Someone hands you a drink, you’re not sure who. And if you were making better choices tonight, you would have questioned what it was, or if it had anything in it. But you’re feeling awkward, so you drink it in one gulp.

It’s whiskey, and it makes you gag, but fuck if you didn’t need it to loosen your nerves.

You lean back on the couch, head resting on Toji’s shoulder, quickly feeling the effects as Suguru rests his hand on your knee, softly drawing random shapes into your skin.

“If you keep laying on me like this, I’m gonna think you like me.” Toji says, voice smooth, quiet and right next to your ear.

You giggle at his comment, moving your arm up to caress Suguru’s bicep as he continues to stroke your leg, moving up to your thigh. Your body reacts to his touch, reacts to Toji’s voice. Slowly, Suguru leans in, placing a gentle kiss on your neck.

“Want to go somewhere a little more private?” He asks curiously.

Is there any part of you that’s willing to pass up a potential threeway with two attractive, potentially dangerous men?

No. Not tonight at least.

You’ll definitely work on making better decisions tomorrow.

“Have fuuun~,” the white haired man sings as both men grab you by the hand, leading you down the hall to one of the bedrooms.

It’s a spacious room. More importantly, there’s a large bed in the center with silky purple sheets.

The men waste no time in putting you between them, Toji at your front, Suguru at your back, both kissing and nipping down your neck and shoulders, removing your tank top and pushing you into one another until you can feel both of their hard lengths against you.

You mewl at the feeling, skin hot and body throbbing, begging to be ravished by them.

Wrapping your arms around Toji’s neck, you kiss along his jaw until you meet his lips in a series of messy kisses. Suguru lifts you, so you wrap your legs around Toji’s waist, where he carries you off to the bed, and lays you down gently.

You watch as both men disrobe quickly, and you follow suit, losing your own shorts in the process.

They grin at you, when your eyes widen at the sight of their cocks. Both incredibly long and hard. Both thicker than anyone you’ve ever been with before. But you’re also drooling, licking your lips, ready to take them however they please.

“Come here,” Suguru says, pulling you by the leg and adjusting you so you're angled in a way your head is leaning off the side of the bed, while your ass is off the other. 

“Wanna make you both feel good,” you whine, watching them from the edge of the bed, Toji smirks while Suguru strokes his length.

“Mm, really?” Suguru asks, walking towards you and you hum.

He takes his cock and taps your cheek with it a few times. He groans, when you take over, grabbing him by the base, swirling your tongue around the tip as you stroke him, gently.

He moves his hips, slowly at first, watching as you swallow inch by inch until his balls are grazing the tip of your nose, and your throat is bulging, full of him.

“Fuck, you’re doing so good,” he groans as you hallow your cheeks and swallow around him.

“She looks so good like this,” Toji murmurs, grabbing your legs, throwing them over his shoulders. He runs the tip of his cock through your drenched folds, teasing your clit several times before he grows impatient with his own antics and lines himself up to your entrance.

Suguru pulls back, as Toji slams his hips forward, and you cry out. It hurts, not having been properly prepared to accept him, but it feels so good at the same time.

Toji holds onto your thighs as he rolls his hips, and gives short shallow pumps of his own until you’ve adjusted to having both your pussy and mouth filled by them. And then they really start fucking into you.

It’s clear, with the way they time their thrusts with one another, they’ve shared before. The way Suguru plays with your clit as Toji leans forward, tugging and tweaking your nipples in his mouth.

You’re a moaning mess against Suguru, the vibrations making his dick twitch every so often.

They both praise you, tell you how good you’re taking them, about how they want to keep doing this with you. And you might just let them if they can keep making you feel this good.

Making good decisions can wait a week. Maybe even a month.

Toji stops pumping in and out of you when your orgasm rips through you, he lets out a loud groan at the way your body squeezes him, trying to milk him for all he’s worth.

“God damn,” he grunts, “so fucking tight.”

Suguru doesn’t stop. He pistons his hips back and forth as you choke and gag on his length. It hits the back of your throat with each thrust. When Toji picks back up, tears form in the corner of your eyes.

Suguru places his hand on your throat, feeling his cock each time he fully sheaths himself. Precum and spit are dripping out of the sides of your mouth, down your cheek and into your eye as he continues his assault.

“Fucking shit,” Suguru groans, pulling out of your mouth with a ‘pop’ once he gets too close to the edge. He grabs the tip of his cock to prevent himself from bursting all over your face, though he would like to see that. Next time.

“Wanna switch?” Toji asks between thrusts. Suguru nods his head, and Toji pulls out with a grunt. You whine at the loss of sensation, the loss of being filled so perfectly from the two men.

“Don’t worry, baby, we’re gonna make sure you feel good.” Suguru reassures.

They try to swap positions, but you sit up and shake your head, “want you both.”

Toji’s eyebrow quirks, along with the corner of his scarred lip in understanding. Suguru’s lifting you off the bed, taking your place as he sits down, lining his cock up with your entrance. Gripping onto his shoulders, you slowly sink down, keening into him as your ass meets his lap.

Toji’s behind you, the tip of his cock teasing your other hole, “You’re fucking filthy, princess,” he rasps, letting a trail of spit fall to your tight hole before pushing in.

You both hiss, feeling the stretch from him as he fully sheaths himself, pressing his hips to your ass. They’re kind, considerate, giving you several moments to adjust, moving slowly up and down their lengths before pistoning their hips in tandem.

Both of your hands are tangled in two sets of raven hair, both men thrusting into you with reckless abandon. Suguru has his arms around your waist, holding you in place, your back arched against Toji, head resting on his shoulder with your eyes closed.

You’re just taking what they give you at this point, and it’s never felt better. Freeing. Letting these two men fuck into you, use you however they want.

When you feel both men lean forward, you assume they’ll be focusing on your body, but you feel nothing.

Opening your eyes, you see the two men sharing a heated, passionate kiss. Teeth on teeth, watching the way their tongues glide against one another. There’s no helping the wave of pleasure that immediately crashes through your body at the sight, both men moaning into one another as you clench and spasm around both of their thick cocks.

It’s too much, for either man to take, feeling your body squeeze the life out of them, feeling their cocks so nearly rubbing against one another. They’re both cumming, hard into you, thick, hot ropes of cum filling you.

Both men tense, groaning into the crooks of your neck leaving searing kisses in their wake as they come down from their respective highs. You fall limp into Suguru’s arms, resting your head against his shoulder as Toji gently traces a line down your back causing you to shiver.

“I’d say she liked that,” Suguru chuckles while Toji’s pulling out before hearing a soft clap from the doorway.

Just barely, you’re able to make out the figure of the white-haired man leaning against the frame of the door, one leg crossed over the other.

“That was quite the performance,” he sounds amused, walking closer, Suguru’s cock still buried deep inside you. He grabs your chin, forcing your attention on him, as if it wasn’t already. “Next time, it’s my turn.”

You give a goofy grin back in return, before resting your head against Suguru’s chest once again, eyes heavy, drifting off to sleep. Turns out, this was the best decision you could have made this Christmas.

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[s3thwrit3sstuff]

❝ Breathe through it ❞

Touya Todoroki x ftm!reader x Tomura Shigaraki | Taishiro Toyomitsu x ftm!reader x Shota Aizawa| AU, Dabi & Tomura works as a body piercer & tattoo artist | nsfw, smut, p**n with plot | sub. bttm. reader | wc: 4k

warnings: dub. con. (the reader is mostly being a brat), daddy kink, d. penetration (one hole), overstimulation, AFAB terminology (clit referred to as dick though)

masterlist: pt1; pt2; pt3

They want you without the commitment, so you decide to show them the roster full of people you could choose from.

There's an incessant buzzing on your bed. The screen of your phone lights up with 'Dick for Brains' as the caller ID and you watch as it eventually fades, casually drying off the nape of your neck as the wisps of steam from your bathroom whisper against the small of your back. The screen lights up again. You roll your eyes, reaching down to turn it over. You drop the towel around your waist onto the floor, stepping over the puddle of cloth to open your closet doors. Standing there in all your naked glory, you begin humming as you eye the array of clothing before you. A ruffle of fur brushes your fingers and you fight a scowl as you realize what jacket it was. "Fuck them" you mutter distastefully "Treating me like I'm some goddamn prostitute". You rummage with sudden vigour, reaching for your neglected articles of clothing.

You, out of all people, should know that when it came to fuckboys there's no time to feel regret at their lack of commitment. Most would call you a variation of a fuckboy yourself - though you don't regret being your flirtatious self, ever. You were transparent in your disinterest in a relationship (with someone you weren't attracted to outside of the bedroom). But Dabi and Tomura? They were slutty fucking bastards. Perhaps they knew how well you could fit into their lives, which scared them. It didn't take a genius to know the two of them had a particularly strong case of abandonment issues. Anyone could claim you were being an armchair psychologist but the way they act has you itching to make an appointment with a therapist. Conniving, shitty, man-children. It was one thing to turn your less-than-innocent rendezvous into just...three dudes hanging out (truly, your standards had lowered because why did Dabi and Tomura sharing food with you make your heart race when they've swapped cum in your mouth?). It was another to chase off potential bedmates from you when you three were out in a club — of which prior, you had expressed your annoyance at their want to have you exclusively while they had more flings.

A sheer material flutters by your knuckles. When you pull the garment out it's a beautiful, oversized, button-up shirt. The cutting of the shirt was nothing special, however, the design was breathtaking. Holding it up to the light, you chew on your lower lip with a gleeful twinkle in your eyes. It was see-through though the darker colour of the design was meant to mimic a cinched waist while the outer lavender hue nearly disappeared in the light. You lay it down on your bed, grab your still buzzing phone and reject the call from 'Daddy Issues Central' before calling up your friends. "Well, well, well".

You land on your bed with an 'oomph' stroking the chosen top with a giggle pouring from your lips. "Look who came crawling back, your new boy toys finally bored you?" "Something like that" Your bed creaks as you roll onto your back, touching your lobes as you ponder which piercings to decorate it with. A thrum of musing came from the phone.

"They lasted a while, did they shatter when you left? I need details" they sang and from the sound of movement, you figured they were getting ready as well. "Haven't dropped them" Your sigh makes the sounds halt then a series of 'nonono'. They groaned, "God - (Y/N), don't tell me this is going to be another repeat of Mirai Sasa- whatever the fuck that guy's name was". "He wasn't that bad" you defended. "He quite literally got on his knees and begged for you to 'return back to your rightful future' with him" They shift the phone from their hand to their shoulder and your giggle makes them snort. "Trust me, these guys are not the grovelling type" an idea of a full outfit pops into your head. Raising from the bed, you bounce towards your closet. "Where are you going?" you ask. "Why are you assuming I'm going out?" "It's a Saturday night and you," a grunt leaves your lips as you toss a pair of unworthy shorts over your shoulder, "Just posted something about your boss' son getting the promotion you wanted on your Instagram story". "...Fine, I'm going to the Boy Toy Club in like 25 fucking minutes. You think you can get all dolled up in time, (Y/N)?" Your chuckle makes them roll their eyes fondly. "30 minutes? Pleaseee" "You better be glad I fucking love you". "Who fucking doesn't?" your friend groans and you end the call with a smile. Though it disappears as Dabi's calling you for what feels like the 500th fucking time. "Ugh".

Tomura's seen Dabi irritated before. Despite his cool-headedness, he knows better than anyone that underneath is a simmering beast that bares its teeth at the slightest provocation.

Right now, Dabi's lower jaw is jutted forward and Tomura sees his cheeks being sucked in as he chews on it, brows centred and hooding his eyes with a brewing storm. Tomura doesn't fare any better. He's been scratching at his neck, sighs of displeasure escaping him while he bounces a knee. The store had long closed, the humming of the AC muffling the men's obvious annoyance as it thickens in the air. "You pissed him off" Tomura accuses "He was the perfect fucking lay and your stupid mouth pissed him off!"

"Oh, can it, Shiggy!" Dabi warned, pushing himself off the couch and running his fingers through his hair. "They're other sluts, other 'perfect lays' Just get the fuck up and wear your jacket" Tomura's face scrunches in an incredulous expression as he throws his hands in the air. "What the fuck is that supposed to mean?!" "It means we're going to a club, dick for brains" Dabi has his leather jacket over his shoulders, Tomura's jacket in his hand while the other was holding a box of cigarettes and a lighter. "You're a loser but you're still handsome" Tomura mocks him under his breath, eyes settling into a glare as Dabi holds firmly onto his chin to tilt his head up. Blue eyes flicker to his crotch and Tomura shoves Dabi away with his palm against his navel. "Cock's nice too - there'll be bitches slobbering all over it so come on." He turns to the entrance, lighting the cigarette and shouldering the door open while Tomura bounces the store's keys in one hand and slips the other in the arm of his jacket. "You're drivin' us there, we don't need him".

Dabi's sorely mistaken. Tomura's pressed against his side, cock being pleasured by a hand that's not yours while Dabi's was in a mouth that was, also, not yours. The only thing that was keeping both of them hard was the fact they were shoving each other's tongues down their throats.

"Shit" he hears Tomura hiss, peeking his eyes open to see him push the redhead away from his side. "What the fuck, dude?!" he exclaims. Tomura pants, pulling away from Dabi to stuff his dick back in his pants. "Who the fuck taught you how to give handjobs? A sheet of sandpaper?" Tomura sneered, making Dabi groan as he shoved the guy sucking his dick off, though keeping him drunk on its taste by letting their lips hover by the side with his thigh cushioning his cheek. "Fuck you, I've been jerking you off for 15 minutes — It's not my fault your dicks are broken!" Tomura tells him to fuck off and they do with a string of curses. Dabi taps the one on his lap, earning hazy eyes looking oh-so-sweetly at him. The problem is, they're not that fiery (E/C) colour framed by your pretty lashes and further complimented by your eyebrow shape that Dabi somehow finds attractive. As he looks at the tongue peeking out from lips that aren't yours he clicks his tongue at the lack of metal that's supposed to be there. "Get off" he pushes them onto the floor and Tomura only half-pities them as they yelp, wiping their wet lips and watching as Dabi coldly walks over them and towards the wall of windows. Seeing as Dabi's a regular and one that pays well, he's given privileges. These rooms, with a wall of windows that face each other in a circle and overlook the lower level of the dance floors, were a privilege he'd been given.

Tomura grabs the bottle of champagne and drinks a mouthful. They (Dabi) had been gifted this for free due to his long absence. The pale-haired man pretended not to see Dabi's cheek twitching while he suppressed the bitter taste of regret. The man leaves, scampering almost, and the only sounds left are the muffled bass of the song playing below. Tomura raises to stand next to Dabi who takes the bottle from his hand. "Your dick's still out" he comments. "So?" Tomura observes the clear views of the other VIP rooms around them. He sees bodies, bodies, bodies in all sorts of positions and if the lights weren't constantly shifting or so dim, he was sure they'd be able to lip-read their throes of pleasure.

"...Admit it" Tomura grunts. "You first" Dabi replies. "He put a fucking spell on our dicks" Dabi's eyes roll so far back it threatens to lose those striking blues. "M'not fuckin' joking. That boy sucking your dick was your exact type and you couldn't even get it up if I didn't suck you off first" Dabi turns to Tomura, whose brows are cocked up righteously. "That redhead was your type too, rubbed you fucking raw and for nothing". They stared at each other in silence but Tomura inched closer and soon their kissing. It turns steamier, with his pierced nipples now against the window as Dabi kicks his ankles apart.

This is good, this is great. They're familiar with each other, an unspoken bond stitching their lives together in a way that could never be undone. Both wouldn't say it but only because the words boyfriends didn't quite fit the bill — they were more. They didn't need others. Not in a way that would last. It just complicated things in the long run — so they'd have flings (the other fully knowing) and share their flings but never had trouble falling back into sync. Their sex was great. Their jagged pieces just fit. So Tomura groans and grasps at the smooth glass as Dabi's pierced dick finds a home inside of him. He lets his breath fogs the glass up, arches his back to meet Dabi halfway in his thrusts and kisses Dabi when he feels his breath on his cheek. But his dick only twitches when his red eyes catch the sight of you. You. You were across from them, in the same pose as Tomura was and in the same room but instead of Dabi behind you, it's a blondie with yellow eyes and a considerable size difference to you. He goddamn towers over you and with the way your eyes are squeezed shut he knows his dick is splitting you open just right. Another shadow lurks behind you and this time a guy with long black hair comes to your side, kneeling as he ties his hair into a bun and Tomura's tongue envies his when your eyes shoot open from his mouth. "You're distracted" Dabi gruffs, nibbling at Tomura's ear so he reaches to grab a fistful of Dabi's hair to let his eyes focus on you. His dick twitches inside of him. "Fuck" they moan.

They need you.

"Fuck, you're so fucking big," Taishiro chuckles at your whining which turns into a silent scream as Shota sucks your dick. Taishiro can feel Shota's fingers rubbing on whatever parts of his dick that still isn't sheathed inside of your writhing body. You've always known your body and soul were greedy creatures. A pair of hands weren't enough. You needed more love bites, more bruises; just more moremoremore — As Shota pushes the hood of your dick back to blow his hot breath on it your thighs twitch and Taishiro inches more of him inside of you. This is exactly what you need. These two were ever attentive — courteous despite the less-than-innocent club they were at. The cologne they had smelled expensive, and the watches they wore confirmed it.

You'd hit the jack-pot.

Taishiro and Shota were making you see stars with every flutter of your eyes. The sheer material of your top was now pushed up and bunched by Taishiro's fist as he used it to bring you back towards his hips. "Just like that, baby".

Shota whispers, voice deliciously gravely as he looks at you with his gunmetal grey eyes. It slips out of your moan before you can stop yourself.

"Dabi" Taishiro pauses as he thrusts in while Shota cocks a brow from below you.

"T-Tomura" your eyes are hazy, Shota recognizes it even if you try your hardest to ground back to them. Taishiro pulls out and your knees buckle. His large hands hold you up while Shota stands so you can lean on his chest, gently stroking your hair out of your face as you babble on his shirt.

"Why", you gulp as your thoughts finally slither between your ears. Peeking up at Shota you frown, then turn to look at Taishiro whose offering you a glass of cold water. "Why'd you stop?" Shota presses the rim of the glass to your lips and you petulantly gulp it down. Your legs were still shaky so Taishiro effortlessly picks you up so you could sit on the seats instead.

Between that and here, mortification runs down your spine like ice. You curse, hiding your face in your hands as you curl in on yourself.

"Fuck, I'm really — I'm really sorry, guys" Taishiro rubs your shoulder, his sunny smile making guilt swallow you whole. This was a guy that would actually take care of you. Not lead you on with false expectations or monopolize you.

"Don't sweat it," Shota says as he wipes his mouth with the napkins in the room. Look at him, so reliable. So...responsible. Those broad shoulders were more than just for show.

These two would've made every worry you had to fade off. Probably spoil you rotten — but you don't feel anything with them.

You craved sweltering heat, the taste of metal in your mouth and on your skin - calloused, inked, hands and red-rimmed eyes staring you down.

You craved for those assholes.

"Exes?" Taishiro asks as you huff and try to calm your racing heart. "No, I guess? I dunno!" He offers you a grimace and fixes the wrinkles on your shirt while Shota gives you another glass of cold water.

"I really am sorry" Taishiro assures you but the knock on the door makes all three of your heads turn. Shota wonders if either of you had ordered another bottle of champagne but the dubious looks in everyone's eyes make him stand to open the door — he was the only one still fully clothed after all.

"Can I help you?" You're squeezing into your pants when Tomura's voice echoes.

"(Y/N), is he here? Just need to...talk to him" Shota's grey eyes ask you a silent question but you nod and stand so he opens the door wider.

Dabi's leaning on the wall across the door. Moody, disgruntled and cock so hard the tent in his pants casts a shadow on the leather. His arms are crossed over his chest, his biceps on display.

Tomura's half-dressed. Their shirt falls off one shoulder as his low-waisted jeans unabashedly show the happy trail he has. His messy hair is somehow even messier, his red eyes hungry.

"...Hey, baby" you could almost cringe at Tomura's words. You offer Taishiro a kiss on his cheek along with Shota as a way to ease them and thank them for your failed rendezvous.

The act has Dabi and Tomura's brow twitch.

The door closes behind you, The three of you stand in the hallway — tense.

A guy stumbles on the three of you, the drunken giggles die as he eyes you before he bursts into another fit as he stumbles past. Embarrassment dust on your face and you sigh, scratching the back of your neck in irritation. "What the hell do you want?" Tomura replies; "Those two made you cum pretty fast, huh? Or did they even manage to?"

His eyes widen as you snarl in his face, looking equally as handsome as you were scary. "Ugh! Why do I even give you two the opportunity to try and be anything but a dick!" taken aback, Tomura blinks as you shove him back before turning on your heels to stomp away.

Dabi grips your wrist and your yell gets swallowed by his lips. Tomura watches as he wrestles you to the wall, cushioning the slam with his body as he grabs onto your wrists to keep them from smacking Dabi.

"You — Mphf! Motherfuckers!" you mumble between the kissing, breath hitching as Tomura's lips trace your neck. Your hips buck between theirs and since Dabi's are free he grips your waist and spreads your ankles apart to put his knee right between your legs. The friction it creates has your heart racing all over again.

"Tomura" you whisper, head tilted back to let his pierced tongue in your mouth. You squeeze your eyes closed, hoping to push away that whisper of floating off to pleasure so you could at least show them that you weren't easy.

But all that resolve disappears when Tomura's hands sneak to unbutton your pants and Dabi's unzipping them. Their inked hands working in tandem, like a well-oiled fuck machine intent on making you lose all your senses in the goddamn hallway of a gay club.

"Daddy's got ya'" Dabi groans as he feels your wetness drip on his fingers. "Ain't that right, Shiggy?" Tomura mumbles that Dabi's daddy kink is dumb but unbuttons your shirt next.

"Yeah, yeah, daddy's got you, baby" Tomura plays along anyways. You would scoff in his face at his denial that he was totally into the kink himself but he's tweaking your nipples between his fingers and you're feeling your eyes roll back as your back arches away from Tomura but into Dabi.

He's between feeling impressed and annoyed at how easy you take three of his fingers. You can see it in the way he licks his teeth —

"Taishiro...fuck, his dick is so big, Daddy". It makes Dabi's eyes shine brightly under the dim lights. He's staring at you from his furrowed brows and Tomura grumbles as his magenta eyes glow in jealousy.

No — not jealousy. Envy?

Not quite, you think (how you manage to do that surprises even yourself) but something more primal.

Dabi slips another finger in and you sigh, breath hitching as Tomura's pierced tongue trails spit down your neck.

"Left me gaping, Shota made me so fuckin' wet too — He's so fuckin' good with his tongue".

Dabi is quiet "Couldn't fit him all the way but Shota helped - Ah, oh fuck, Daddy" Tomura's cupping your chest in his hands and grinding his hard-on on your ass.

"They felt so good" you groan.

When Tomura clicks his tongue and switches you around to face him you finally put a word on the emotions in their eyes.

Possessiveness.

"Yeah? They felt good, baby?" Tomura is forcing your jaw open with his hand and Dabi is pulling your pants down. Drool is slipping past your smudged lips and Tomura thinks you look like some sort of modern art piece.

A modern day Achilles or something.

"They did such a good job making this cunt ready for us, Daddy," Dabi says to Tomura as he pulls out his cock, leaning down to grab your leg and lifting it to the side, and thrusts his hip forward which makes yours jerk forward.

Glistening cunt twitching and inviting.

"Both of us could fit no trouble," Your eyes widen at the very idea but before you could speak Dabi's filling you up and all you manage is a whorish yelp.

Tomura watches as Dabi unbuttons his pants, moaning out his name as he strokes his hard cock then adjusts his stance as Dabi lines up his dick to your sopping cunt.

"Rub his dick a little," Dabi chuckles but complies as he rubs Tomura's cockhead to your dick which makes you shudder.

When Tomura does slip in, tears prick your eyes. Dabi shushes you as you whine and try to move your hips away. He rubs your swollen dick while Tomura licks your tears away.

"Don't hold your breath" he grunts. "Breathe through it, yeah, that's it — S'fucking beautiful".

The pressure of them inside you has your thighs twitching.

Anyone could walk in on you. Could just see you taking their dicks like some sort of sex toy with diamond tears running down your cheeks just like the slick running between your thighs.

"Feel us here, (Y/N)?" Tomura asks as he presses on your navel but you're too gone to respond. Your eyes are blanketed with nothing but pleasure and sin leaking from them.

"Daddy" Dabi calls out, hips shifting. He's calling for Tomura, calling him daddy as he tells him to set the pace.

Footsteps briefly register in your head, and a few startled gasps come from the group of men that walked in. They speak, laugh, probably leer even but you're just angry that their cocks make you feel this fucking good.

Taishiro had made you feel good — his dick was huge.

Shota's tongue and fingers that worked you open for Taishiro had made you nearly rip his hair from his scalp.

But Dabi and Tomura?

"Fuck!" you moan as Dabi thrusts into you. He's talking to the group of men walking past, panting through his words but that asshole has the gall to act as if he wasn't fucking you within an inch of your life.

Why was that so hot?

As Tomura's dick slides in, Dabi's pulls out - a steady but harsh rhythm that has your cunt fluttering and your brain fogging even more.

The men walk past, laughing as they give you a last glance. Somehow, their thrusting gets harsher as Dabi lifts you off your feet while Tomura spits on your cunt and rubs circles on your dick.

"Cuh-Cummin'! M'cumming! I'm - Ah! Shit! Shitshitshit" Tomura muffles your cries by kissing you, sucking on your tongue while Dabi's thighs tense as he shoots thick ropes of cum inside of you. Tomura is not far behind, the patch of pubic hair flushed against you as he catches his breath.

They carried you from the hallway. Your ragged breathing was the only thing being shared safe from a few murmurs of 'you alright?' the few seconds after they came.

You're in their private room now, sweat making your clothes absolutely disgusting against your skin. Thankfully, Dabi's there to strip you and Tomura's naked body is between your legs just as he's done.

"Wha —" you throw your head back as Tomura's mouth is licking the globs of cum escaping your abused cunt, squealing as he teases your asshole with his tongue. "Daddy!' Tomura hums, barely paying attention as he makes sure to erase any trace of that Shota-whatever the fuck his name is - from his hole.

"Daddy!" Dabi answers this time, somehow always knowing who you're actually calling just from the way you whine so there's no confusion.

"He's makin' you feel good?"

"Too muchhh" You try to push Tomura's head away but Dabi shushes you and holds your wrist to pin them on his naked thigh and makes you grasp onto his pierced dick.

"Our good boy can take it — If his daddies say he can, he can, right?" You sob but merely squeeze your eyes as Tomura's tongue piercing teases your dick.

"Missed our baby so much" Tomura pants out, licking his lips as he stares at your winking hole.

"Mhm, never gonna let him go...he's all ours now". Your fiery (E/C) eyes look up at Dabi so sweetly as he speaks despite how your sinful hand is teasing his cockhead like a true professional.

"All yours? Promi — Fuccck" Dabi chuckles as Tomura meanly sucks on your dick but nods, leaning down to kiss you.

"Promise, baby." He reaches to interlace his fingers with Tomura with one hand while Tomura does the same with your empty hand.

"All ours baby".

The sensor going off tells you that you should get off of Dabi's lap and greet the customer but he tightens his grip which makes you roll your eyes.

"Shiggy!" he's in the break room but responds with a 'I got it!'

He peeks in the room as he passes by, shaking his head at the sight of your boyfriend, Dabi, sketching on his iPad with you in his lap. "He's making a tattoo design for us" you muse as you reach for your boyfriend, Tomura, to plant a kiss on his lips.

"He sucks at that — I can do it better" and although it is true, the evidence quite literally on Dabi's skin, Dabi scoffs haughtily.

"Shut the fuck up and see who walked in" Tomura does so but not without an eye-roll.

He greets the customers but freezes as his eyes land on their figures.

Taishiro and Shota's eyes widen as well.

"Oh," Taishiro says. The sound of giggles comes from the hallway and suddenly Dabi and you are spilling into the room as well.

Taishiro and Shota couldn't hide the way their eyes look you over as they drink you in. They couldn't forget about you — they could hear every moan and squelch from your impromptu fucking in the hallway right in front of the door of their room.

All five of you shuffle a bit, cheeks warm.

Dabi chuckles and everyone's eyes are on him.

"We could flip the Open sign to Close and get to know each other better" he purred and you squeeze your thighs together as all eyes land on you.

Oh fuck.

[leonaluv]

rohini

Rohini -"The reddish one"The star of Rohini is in the constellation ♉ and Aldebaran color rose. Star that is characterized by the eye of the Bull Taurus Animal symbol. Rohini Animal symbol is the snake 🐍 and the snake is symbolic of wisdom or salvation.

Snake is seen as a great force of nature and can be good/evil. When you look into the eyes of a snake you are said to be lead into a trance. The natives of these sign can be able to have great magnetic/hypotonic gaze

Rohini's favorite wife of Chandra(Moon). He ignores his other 27 wives (nak) and later has to be taught a lesson. In the story, Malena is a beautiful woman who lives alone while her husband is away for war. The woman in the town is jealous. Hwasa pays homage to the scene above.

In the teasers, the pictures are a red theme. Her album cover is the image of a snake too. She performs this on Mamas first in purple (merged of lower &higher mind). She gets touch by the water awakening her. Then the men circle her closing her in.

She emerges out in all black with a gold snake on her.

Hwasa a Korean singer has tattooed for protection. "In modern times, the triquetra symbol... as a symbol of anything three-fold e.g. the cycle of life (life-death-rebirth), the promise of a husband to his wife (love-honor-protect), the family"…

Jimin has his moon in this position and the mv black swan. The deity Brahma vehicle is the swan. Rohini man in kpop can be known for their cute image.

Once people meet them they are seen as the exact opposite .

Both of them were in the top three of brand rankings. Kang Daniel was #1 sun conjunct moon. Jimin being lift by Jungkook in white. Rohini people are charming, sensual, and can be the center of attention in a room. The man often hypes themselves up and like to uplift the mood.

Hwasa comeback being associate with pink the color associated with rohini her moon . Comeback about to be huge 💗😎

Finish Assassin's Creed 3💙 Conner has Mer in Purva Bhadrapada ♒ Amtakaraka. 🌟of tremendous perseverance. He lost his mom when he during his mars/Saturn Dasa. Sasa yoga Sa in Kendra results in wandering leader of free spirit. Connor prob my fav assassin never abuse his power.

I was looking into Rohini /Ardra today he has Rohini sun & Mercury.

Him surrounded by luxury cars 🚘 . The. Last picture him in bondage (Ashelsha Rahu) Ketu cap sravana.

was thinking that Park jihoon had to be Visakha and I watch the GQ interview knew he was. Moon in libra Visakha " I have a scary personality like a tiger " 🐯 Tiger is the animal symbol.

Dr. Pai mentions how the natives love pink and the man like light pink.

Park Jihoon's favorite color pink ☀️ in Rohini. Rohini nakshatra bird is an owl. Vanoss's gaming moon in this position has an owl as his symbol. He has 25.3 million subs.

Just Rohini man eyes 👀 gaze

Rohini in Taurus in the sign venus ~ "Beauty is the eye of the beholder"

Raven - Taurus -Rohini Moon & Sun in aries Ashwini she had to deal with her egoistic father. Finally, breaking free from him and it interesting how Rohini ladies in sci-fi tend to have these crazy powers. Portray is a girl who knows nothing, but can destroy the world easily.

[konjaku]

隈笹[Kumazasa] Sasa veitchii var. veitchii

隈[Kuma] : Shading; style of kabuki makeup

笹[-zasa|Sasa] : Bamboo grass

There is a food product called 助六寿司[Sukeroku-zushi], which is 稲荷寿司[Inari-zushi], sushi wrapped in 油揚[aburaage](stuffed tōfu) and 太巻[Futomaki], thick sushi roll wrapped in seaweed, packed in a single food box. Sukeroku is a leading role in some of the Kabuki plays, and had a girlfriend, an 花魁[Oiran](courtesan) named 揚巻[Agemaki]. This is where the name came from. https://www.nsouzai-kyoukai.or.jp/sushi-roll-and-inari-stuffed-tofu-pockets/ https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Sukeroku https://collections.artsmia.org/art/22553/the-prostitute-agemaki-kitagawa-utamaro

The name Inari-zushi came from that foxes are messengers of 稲荷神[Inari-no-kami|Inari-shin](the deity Inari) and were believed to prefer aburaage. Sushi is written as both 寿司 and 鮨. Kumazasa is used for wrapping or placing food on. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=kVdeB_G60wM

[supanuts]

honestly amazed at his self-restraint in that moment

[strawberry-fields-things]

Btw just so you know cellbits ex never said to not talk about him being an abuser she feels people are trying to silence her.Not surprised tho Quackity Stan’s love to deflect, that’s what y’all do, that what y’all stay forever doing. I’m glad I grew out of his content after he added that weirdo, maybe you should too. At least ya stopped supporting a pedophile shows you have some common sense.

i’m only gonna be replying to this ask of the three you sent. if you actually wanna talk instead of just sending anonymous hate, you can message me.

that being said, tw for abuse:

i’m going to assume you’re only from the english-speaking community when it comes to minecraft content, if i’m wrong, please do correct me.

the issue the spanish speaking community (and i’m guessing the portuguese speaking community as well, though i don’t really consume their content so i won’t be speaking for them) has had for a while with the english speaking community is that people tend to be a lot more toxic in the latter. you’re speaking of this whole issue AS IF this is brand new information that has just been uncovered.

cellbit HAS BEEN a streamer (one of the originals for the brazilian community) for a WHILE. the english speaking community didn’t just “find out he was an abuser before anyone else did”. this whole controversy you’re bringing up right now HAS BEEN RESOLVED by the portuguese-speaking community A WHILE BACK.

the video you’re talking about of sasa talking during an ig live (which i’m guessing that’s the one, because it’s the one floating around twitter— if it’s a different one, you can link me it) is taken completely out of context— and i know this sounds like a way to deflect the accusations, so i’ll explain why:

the ig live was SIX YEARS AGO

sasa afterwards said that she was overwhelmed and later explained so people would stop.

the clip floating around twitter of her live? yeah, it’s been mistranslated on some instances to intentionally mislead — (as far as i can tell; again, i’m not a fluent portuguese speaker, so i might make some mistakes. but i’ve seen a fair share of brazilians saying it’s mistranslated to english).

now, if you do care about cellbit’s ex-girlfriend sasa (who, by the way, in none of the asks you have mentioned by name) and not just about shitting on content creators, i think you would care to know she has stated multiple times that she wants to MOVE ON. so in the process of shitting on quackity and cellbit, you’re making sasa relive something she’s stated multiple times SHE’S TRYING TO LEAVE BEHIND. both cellbit and sasa have agreed (5-6 years ago, when this was happening) that they were both trying to move on and consider it a “finished matter”.

as i stated on my last post (and something you seem to either have skipped over/ignored) cellbit has also stated he has been going to therapy for the past four years to improve himself. he has a new girlfriend named lore (lor-eh, not lour) and people from both his life AND his community have stated that they have noticed the change in him during the past four years.

i would like to say this again: for someone trying to resurface pretty heavy accusations, you don’t seem to care for either cellbit’s ex-girlfriend sasa OR cellbit’s current girlfriend lorena (who i believe is a streamer?). here what lore posted RECENTLY on twitter:

and if you understood portuguese, you would see that the entire comment section of this same tweet is brazilians just being confused as to why this is even being brought up by “gringos” again when this whole situatuion was ‘resolved’ during 2013 (i put resolved between ‘’ because abuse is never something that is solved from one day to another— it’s a healing process that takes time).

(found this tweet that basically sums up what i mentioned before of being a member of the hispanic/brazilian community and watching english-speaking fans attempt to stir up old problems :/ )

(ps: you keep saying you outgrew dream/quackity’s content, but here you are making beef with a former dsmp/qsmp blog 🙂?)

[sparklyeyedhimbo]

5 12 18 for the bl ask game 👀

sasa you sweetheart, you really picked the ones, that made me think really hard and long about them (because at first was like, have i ever watched a show with this trope??? sajdhjaks) It is by sheer convinkedinks that all of them are from taiwan

5. Second Chance Romance

....is not my favorite trope in a show but i have to say We Best Love: Fighting Mr 2nd made it bearable for me to watch without any doubt, no one does it like them. (when he put the bracelet back on on him i lost it and cried like a baby)

❤️‍🩹❤️‍🩹❤️‍🩹❤️‍🩹❤️‍🩹❤️‍🩹❤️‍🩹❤️‍🩹❤️‍🩹 9/10

12. Forced Proximity

...is one of my favorite tropes but i was like which do i choose in this one? And the only one popping in my head was Be Loved In House: I Do. having to live with your new boss, that has funky ass rules you have to live and work by. ANd you are like nonononono we have to snoop and figure out how to get out of this mess? And you two also hate each other at the beginning? but then you both fall in love because oh no he is traumatized and he is hot? sign me the feck up. Also the medal work they do is not so shitty

🏠🏠🏠🏠🏠🏠🏠🏠🏠 9/10

18. Slow Burn

..when you first watch start DNA Says Love You you think..how can this be a slow burn, i get it yeah amber being the new kid and le chien is still pining after this childhood friend that moved away but sure this somehow will work out..and then you get the plot twist and you are like we are in for a slow burn. But so worth it.

❤️‍🔥❤️‍🔥❤️‍🔥❤️‍🔥❤️‍🔥❤️‍🔥❤️‍🔥❤️‍🔥❤️‍🔥 9/10

[girlactionfigure]

🔅Sun night - ISRAEL REALTIME - Connect to Israel in Real Time

🔻Today’s peaceful attempts to kill the Jews..

Rockets - Hezbollah - at Even Menachem, Zarit, Shomera, Shtula 

Rockets - Hezbollah - at Hanita

Rockets - Hezbollah - at Sasa, Matat

▪️NETANYAHU SAYS.. “We approved the operation plan for Rafah, including evacuation of the population. We will operate in Rafah, it will take a few weeks.”

▪️ISRAEL CULTURE CONFLICT.. when current discussions over whether to go to hostage negotiations with the extreme  Hamas ran into Shabbat and involved Shas party (charedi) leader Ari Deri, a senior officer made a joke “the hostage team can’t go because it is not Pikuah Nefesh (risk to life) for overriding Shabbat”…

This was IMMEDIATELY reported by the media as “Shas’s Ari Deri says sending the hostage negotiation team shouldn’t happen on Shabbat because it’s not Pikuah Nefesh”.   (Unspoken statement: the charedim care more about Shabbat than about the hostages’ lives.)

Opposition Yesh Atid lead MK Lapid said “if this isn’t Pikuah Nefesh, what is?”

Amit Segel (Ch. 12): it was NOT Ari Deri who said it, it was a senior officer making a joke. And the negotiation team STILL hasn’t received permission to go, showing the delay had nothing to do with Shabbat.

▪️IDF BUILDS.. an observation tower inside Gaza.

▪️HOSTAGE - CEASEFIRE TALKS.. The head of the Mossad will leave for Qatar A political source: "Hamas has climbed high trees, they are preparing to expand the fighting.”

▪️PROTESTS UPDATE.. one of our readers noted that we reported protests in the tens to hundreds by distraught hostage families and supporters, and mainstream publications subsequently reported thousands - as the protests were later taken over by anti-government protestors.  Reader was upset that he understood small protests, and read about bigger ones.  I noted we can only report what’s happening at the time we report - no future news… yet, and that for Israel, this was a small protest vs. when the public is serious about an issue. 

The mainstream media LIVES for maximizing such events - the “if it bleeds it leads” approach. Your nervous eyeballs ARE their business, making them MONEY.  However, recent polls made clear these protests are only slightly supported BUT are being interpreted by our enemies as NATIONAL INSTABILITY, WEAKNESS, INTERNAL DISSENSION.  It is irresponsible and DANGEROUS to play these up.

▪️US CLOUD KOOKOO LAND.. John Kirby, communications for the National Security Council: “We have been watching this very closely and we haven’t seen evidence that Hamas has pilfered off a lot of the humanitarian assistance in a nefarious way. We do not support a major military operation in Rafah without a viable plan to ensure the safety of 1.5 million displaced people.”

▪️NATIONAL REMEMBRANCE DAY CREATED.. 24th of Tishrei aka Oct. 7 will be a national day of remembrance of the massacre, those who were martyred and those who fell defending us all.

▪️BIDEN ANGRY.. (NBC) From “sources”: Biden became angry after receiving low results in public opinion polls in Michigan and Georgia due to the nature in which he is conducting the war in Gaza.

▪️FLOOD WARNING.. danger due to the rainy weather expected in the next two days starting from Monday afternoon until Tuesday 18-19 March, in the southern region. Stay away from stream beds, flood zones, etc.

▪️ECONOMY MINISTER, WAR PROFITEERS.. Puts out a black list of food companies that raised prices during wartime and calls on the Israeli public not to buy products from companies that appear on the blacklist: Strauss, Osem, Wizkosky, Yachin, Zuglobitz, Beit Shita, Achuva, Shistubitz.

[themotherofblood]

Caught Up in a Moment

Tywin Lannister x Reader

Tears of Gold Au

A/N: now if somebody had truly protected Sansa in the books/show

tw: Mentions of blood, animal death and suicidal ideation. Smut! breeding kink vibes, unprotected p in v (wrap before you tap lovelies), quickie

Yet another fitting, another horde of dressmakers had invaded the Red keep, this time both you and Tywin were the subjects of this torture. The dressmakers laid fabrics on his shoulders to choose from as he mostly replied in grunts and glares, you could barely breathe in the corset they had put you in, to fit the metal armoured corset out front. One thing your good daughter had major influence over, was how the ladies dressed in King’s Landing. Though you would go along with it, just so the dressmakers give her good reports, only to change it near last minute. You took a deep breath of relief as you ladies undid the outlandishly tight corset, you were sure that had you worn it any longer. It would have bruised you.

You were let out earlier than your husband, to your surprise. You sons had laid out in the sun, out in the varenda with pillows and sheets on the ground. Around them were different coloured berries that now their nurses were mushing into seperate bowls as per your order. The boys loved their about to be sister by law, and their lady “Sasa” loved them very much too. While she was child herself, you’d hoped that having her own children would give her more comfort, or perhaps a reason to find light in the situation she was imposed to. It would be rather daft to think she’d be elated at the union, Tyrion wasn’t a horrible person, a little explicit at times but a good man nonetheless.

A sheet of thick paper laid prepped on the ground as the handmaiden tried her best from letting the little lords rip at the paper, you watched as they garbled nonsense at one another, other than a few words they could already say. Like mama, papa, Sasa, Jams, Eci, and Tion. Both boys would turn one in three fortnights, and you looked at them as how so much time had already passed. Both boys positively lit up as they saw their mother approach them, Jamie stood up with the help of the handmaiden and slowly waddled over to you in wonky steps.

“Ah my love, mama missed you.” You kissed each of his pink cheeks making him giggle, walking over to lower yourself on the sheets, “Mhmm, the berries are yummy huh?” You asked Tyeon as he had already dipped is hand into the mushed pigmented fruit and began licking his hands. “We have a mission today. We are going to make a gift forLady Sansa’s wedding.”

Both boys looked at you like puppies trying to decipher what you said, Tyeon immediately picked it up by garbling out “Sasa!” Before screeching out a high pitched giggle and Jamie mumbled “Gif.” Under his breath as he played with your hair.

Tywin had taught you this, his experience in raising children was one up yours. He had strictly instructed the staff to not communicate with the children in a cooed voice, instead speak to them as if they understood every word. This worked perfectly to their merit as both boys quickly began picking up common words. While the mother in you couldn’t help but coo at them as you put them to bed, most days you spoke to them as normally as you could.

The handmaidens and you spent the next while, dipping your sons hands into the berry mush and making imprints of pigment with their hands, while originally this was to be done with the finest paint that money could buy, you weren’t sure if the raw minerals would be safe in their sensitive skin, instead you opted for berries. Even lion managed to get a few paw prints in, to which he spent a good while, licking at his paws to clean out the sour taste from his toe beans. You made a few thumb prints of your own, next to the tiny palm prints of your sons. By the end of it, the paper was covered in palm prints but you weren’t quite done, your sons held an admirable amount of concentration through this endeavour and yet both of them were covered in berry juice, same as the skirts of your gown and your chest.

“Dada.” Tyeon smiled with his half grown smile, Tywin was stood resting against the posts that held the varenda’s arch ways. He walked over to where the lot of you were sat, the maid stood up to bow at him while he waved her away.

He lifted Tyeon onto his lap as he sat down, “Quite the mess you’ve made huh?.” He asks as Tyeon pressed a sticky palm onto his father’s cheek. He caressed the little boys head before handing him to the maid.

“Have them bathed please.” You told the maid before kissing the top of Jamie’s head. “Get you all clean?” You asked him, hoping he would mimic one of the words and so he did, “keen.”

“I suppose I could use a basin of warm water and a new dress.” You said while inspecting the purple and red mess that coated your dress and neck, you placed four rocks on the corners of the parchment so it could dry in the heat of the sun. While Tywin inspected what it is that his sons and lady wife had attempted to make, you saw the confusion in his face an elaborated.

“The hands are petals, I’m going to paint the rest when it has dried.”

A basin of warm water was placed in your room, before the maid stood stead for anything else that you might require.

“Leave us.” And on cue, every staff personnel poured out your quarters, leaving you and your husband alone. The second the door shut, you were onto him. Legs on either side of his lap as you straddled him, your hands on his face as your lips met, frantic and needy. You had begun trying again, your moon cycle had held a perfect cycle again, since the birth of your boys eleven moons ago.

This time the act of procreation was different, with the conceiving of your sons, it was a subconscious duty that always remained at the back of yours and Tywin’s minds. It was duty to be fulfilled, your end of the bargain. For Tywin this time, it was appreciation, it was the view, the prospect of it. He wanted see you swell, and truly admire it, this part of him that wanted to keep you full of him was primal, animalistic and also a problem. Tywin Lannister had a reputation to uphold, which was hard to achieve when you would prance into a room, looking absolutely devour-able and salacious and all he wanted to do was bury his cock, balls deep within you and fill his seed to the brim within the warmth of your walls.

Every moment of time was used in efforts to see you full, baths together would end up with you bent over the edge, a hand on your mouth to silence your brazen moans as he fucked you on the small council table. Late nights when he would return from his day of work, only to rouse you with your cunt full of his cock. Any moment he could steal you away, he would to use your sweet little pussy and leave it full to its brim.

You had detached your lips from Tywin, getting up to walk to your room, hands working on the front bodice of your gown to undo it. Your husband followed close behind, pawing at your small clothes and then removing them off you. You rested your palms against the table, where a basin of warm water awaited you, to clean the sticky berry residue on you. Tywin beat you to it, taking the wash cloth and dipping it into the water, before pulling you to him, your back flush against his clothed chest. He ran the cloth on your chest, all the while finding himself occupied in marking your neck like the true multitasker that he was. You began to grow frustrated, however your husband was done soon enough.

You bent over the table, presenting your sweet little cunt to him, as he shook his head in amusement. His hand quickly undid his trousers and let his cock spring free from his breeches. He shamelessly took in the view in front of him, his eyes raking down your back to your pussy before resting the tip of his cock in your folds. Teasing his cock within your wetness as he slid his cock over your clit, circling it at the swollen flesh before pushing in, making you and him groan in unison. He spent no time in letting you adjust, his fingers held your hips as he drew himself back and pushed back in before setting a determined pace of full and hard strokes into you.

“This what you wanted wife?” He grunted

“Yes, yes!” Your breathless whimpers and whines filled the room as you clutched onto the table harder, as your head fell, pressed to the table in pleasure. You felt Tywin’s hand snake upward to lift your body up, his fingers digging into you jaw as his forehead fell on your shoulder. This was war for him, and he’s never lost one that he waged in his life

“Give me another babe.” He grunted in your ear, reaching forward to play with your now swollen clit. The pressure within you grew, his cock hammering within you as he whispered obscene things in your ears. You cried out as that ever so familiar tingle spread through your body, clenching around your husband’s cock as he fucked you through your peak

“Fuck.” He panted out, his rhythm faltering as his orgasm hit him, his arms tightening its hold on you as his body spasms, his seed spurts within you yet again, to the brim just as he promised.

➖➖➖➖➖➖➖➖➖➖➖➖➖➖➖➖➖

“Ah these are perfect!” You commended the dressmaker, admiring the fine blue tinted leather. You paid the man his gold before folding away the fineries, taking them along with you to visit Sansa. You felt terrible for not being around for quite a while, motherhood had you consumed in responsibilities and your desires in other, because if you weren’t mothering, you were fucking your husband.

The knight stationed by her quarters announced your arrival to Sansa before you entered, you immediately engulfed the girl in a hug, radiating all your comfort within you to her. As her wedding neared the more people were afraid that she’d run, making Sansa spend most her days in her chambers.

“I’ve missed you.” She whispered, her voice meek and sullen

“And I, you.” You reassured as you pulled back, it is only then you found a familiar face stood at the corner of the room. Shae. You tried not to react but Sansa cleared your confusion.

“She is my new handmaiden.” She clarified, with the certainty she said it, you were sure she had no idea who Shae was.

“Ah, well good. She can help dress you.” You said walking past her to lay down her present on the bed.

“Riding clothes?” She looked at you confused as her hands ran over the fine leather.

“You and I, the Kingswood and cake. Doesn’t that sound like a party?” You nudged her shoulder with yours.

“But, the queen-“

“You are not to step out the capitol.” You mocked Cersei’s words. “Being queen regent, especially with another on the way; gives her only so much power. Being the Hand’s wife, gives me more.” You smirked at her.

“Go on change! I bet you’d look fearsome in it.”

You had taken four of your household guard and Fredrick, you watched a small joy spread through Sansa as she saw the brown stallion you procured for her, you had taken the same route as the one Tywin took you down, you watched as Sansa took in the scenery, she looked content for a moment, feeling the chilly air through her hair and the earthen smell of the woods unlike the shit and perfume that coated Kings Landing. The green of the trees made the red of her hair strike out further as your trotted deeper into the woods, until you reached the clearing. The two of you set down the blanket and few snacks that you’d brought along with you, the whole while laughing about how the brown stallion had taken a liking to Starlight. You two spoke of all the things you’d missed at court, about the dresses Sansa had made for her and the ones being made for you, and yet a more serious issue lingered on her lips. Which she eventually voiced.

“Were you afraid of your wedding night?” Sansa asked hesitantly

“In truth, I was. Yes.” You did not want to lie to her anymore than the people around her already were. “Lord Tywin was kind about it though, as any well raised lord should be.” You reassured her,

“Di- did it hurt?” She finally asked what she really wanted to.

“For a bit, though it fel- felt good after a while.” You blushed and Sansa’s eyes widened. She’d changed the topic after that.

“Could you walk me down the aisle?” She asked

“I could ask.” This wasn’t a promise you could make since the wedding was to take place at the sept, and their rules were rather strict.

“I always envisioned that it would be my father, my mother would dress me in ivory and all my brothers would be there.” Her lip began to quiver the more she talked, you placed a comforting hand on her back, rubbing it up and down to console her.

“It isn’t much but, I will be there with you. The whole time.” You gave her a sympathetic smile.

“Promise?” She whispered

“Promise.” You tucked a loose hair behind her ear. “Now, would you like to learn how to shoot?”

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You sighed, dropping your quiver of arrows and your bow next to the door of your quarters, as you walked in, you stopped cold at Cersei sitting at your husband’s desk while he wrote his letters.

“Surprised you came back.” Cersei sneered

“And… why wouldn’t I have?” You questioned her, choosing to ignore her tone.

“You took Sansa beyond the capitol! What if she ran!” Cersei’s voice raised as your looked at her unamused.

“I suppose there is an explanation coming?” Tywin spoke up, leaning back into his chair.

“She is miserable, locked in her room of most days. A little kindness would hurt-“

“What if she ran!” Cersei cut you off.

“She wouldn’t have.”

“You do not know the first-“ This time you decided to cut your good daughter off.

“She wouldn’t have run. Sansa Stark is no good to us, if she throws herself from a balcony.” You huffed out an annoyed breath.

“Just like your mother.” She sneered before pushing her chair to get up.

You saw red at the way she mentioned your mother, there was much of what Cersei concocted that you had tolerated in the past year and a half, her harmful words, attempts to humiliate you, turn your husband against you but this is where you drew the line. Just as she was about to brush past you, you grabbed onto her forearm, your bloodied gloved fingers digging into her porcelain skin. She whipped her face at you, angered as she tried to pull her arm.

“Watch how you speak of my mother, you won’t be queen for long.” You dug your fingers in even harder as you levelled her up. She turned her head back to look at her father to defend her, but Tywin was intentionally focused on his correspondence. You pushed her arm away, freeing her from your hold as her eyes raged in furry before storming out of your quarters. You let out an annoyed breath, looking back to where your husband sat, who was now looking at you.

“She is right, Sansa Stark is a political ward, she would have run given the chance.” Tywin’s voice was stern. “But I understand what you did was necessary, I hope you took guards or we are about to have a much lengthier conversation.” He raised a brow at you.

“I took four, and said political ward is about to be your daughter by law. It would be unbecoming of me as a mother to not protect her, should I pray for a daughter for us some day.” You explained your positioning.

“What did you bring?” He asked, changing the subject as he eyes your blood stained gloves.

“Rabbits, would have tried for something bigger but Sansa was overcome.” You pulled your gloves off, walking to the basin to rinse your hands. “Had them sent to the kitchens for supper.”

“What’s with all the letters again?” You had taken note of all the correspondences again, he hadn’t received or answered these many since the battle of the Blackwater.

“Scullion crew of some sort, the brotherhood. It’s maddeness at Riverrun.” He explained while wiping the ink off his hands. Clearly looking forward to the supper as he walked towards you.

“I’d like to see you hunt someday.” He said, leading you to the hearth. That’s when something that you and Sansa were talking about, hit you.

“There was something I had been thinking of earlier, husband.” A smile spread on your lips as you thought more about it.

“Go on.” He narrowed his eyes at you.

“You were a knight once.” You smile grew further.

“I was. Yes.” He raised his brows, curious about where you were going with this.

“I wonder if Ser Tywin Lannister was as grim and broody as Tywin Lannister, The Great Lion, Lord of Castley Rock, Warden of West, Hand of the King and Saviour of King’s Landing.” You jested climbing onto his lap as you ran through all his titles. “Am I missing a title?” You giggled, making him scowl at your antics.

“Oh wait I am.” You cleared your throat before continuing “Sheild of Lannisport and Protector of the Realm.” You listed as if you were announcing his arrival to the court. “I wonder if sleeping with Ser Tywin Lannister would be different.”

His hands reached up to hold your face, pushing your stray hairs away from your face. “You are getting braver, aren’t you? His voice held a thrilling threat to it. “Behave, and tonight I just might show you how sleeping with Ser Tywin Lannister would feel like.”

Ah, toying with your husband was never a dull affair

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