#LIKE IM WEEPING PLEASE ENJOY THIS CONTENT!!!!!!!

[formulafics]

★ MINI…ER LANDO: PT. 3 | LN4

Scenario: in which lando and his wife reveal her pregnancy to the world. in this part, baby norris is officially born!

Pairing: lando norris x fem!reader

A/N: this is technically the last part, but don’t fret, dad!lando will appear in future content! i love this little series so much and i hope you guys have enjoyed it too

PART ONE | PART TWO

requests are open for smau’s | check pinned for more info!

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lando.jpg home feels a lot homier with baby norris around.

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ynnorris who’s cutting onions and why are tears streaming down my face. i love my little family so much ☹️❤️

⤷ landonorris i love you mama

⤷ formulaleclerc LANDO CALLING YN MAMA 💔 i’m weeping

rizzciardo DID DANIEL AND CHARLES MEET HER? I HAVE TO KNOW

⤷ ynnorris not yet, but soon :)

norrisnation the second picture oh my god 😭 this is so precious

papayabull IM GONNA CRY

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ynnorris apologies for being gone for so long, but i have returned and i can’t believe it’s been 6 months already 😭 as you can see, baby norris - 1, lando - 0

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landonorris i cant wait to see you this weekend. i miss you and baby

⤷ ynnorris i miss you ☹️❤️ i’m sure baby misses you too

danielricciardo I MEET HER THIS WEEKEND

norrisnation i missed yns post so bad and didn’t even realize it

rizzciardo yn stays giving us lando content and i will forever love her for it

⤷ piastrisgirl literally. she’s been feeding us for years

ynnorris

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ynnorris it happened - baby norris faced danny ric. join us next week for baby norris vs charles leclerc!

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leclerclover i need charles and baby norris IMMEDIATELY

rizzciardo NOOO THE LAST SLIDE HURTS I LOVE DANIEL

danielricciardo baby norris is pretty swaggy if you ask me. all thanks to her mom, her dads a loser

⤷ landonorris okay daniel. you’re never seeing my child again

⤷ danielricciardo i meant to say thanks to her parents, my bad. her dad is definitely super cool and swag

norrisnation the second picture :( lando is so cute

⤷ ynnorris he is pretty cute isnt he?

⤷ formulasainzzzz YN RESPONDING OH MY GOD

supermaxmaxmax if this isn’t my future what’s the point?

formulaleclerc PLEASE GIVE US THE CHARLES AND BABY NORRIS CONTENT

⤷ ynnorris will do 🫡

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[chxrrylime]

saw your inbox was open and loved the tattooed male reader one shot w price.. like A LOT, so could i request a follow up where male reader actually gets a womb tattooed on his tummy and price just goes absolutely feral? smexy times of course (bottom reader), creative freedom to you regarding everything else

Part II to this. Ghost's here now. Enjoy.

Price x M!Reader x Ghost ↪ 646 words — 18+ / SMUT.

Content tags — cis male dominant Price, cis male dominant Ghost, cis male submissive tattooed reader, fem terms used for cis male readers genitalia, feminization, misgendering (in the sexy way), tattoos, breeding kink, daddy kink, unsafe sex, and anal sex.

Your arms flex against the ropes, holding your wrists comfortably crisscross above your head, the black silk rope, which you hadn't been to surprised to find Ghost just had, rubbing deliciously against your inked flesh. Price’s cock bullies into your saliva and lube slick hole, his big hands spread wide over the underside of your thighs. You moan desperately, earning a chiding chuckle from Price above you.

“Slutty little thing, hm?” He rumbles, readjusting his grip to tilt your hips up, his cock rutting insistently over your prostate with each thrust, causing you to shout.

“There we go," he grunts.

You sob out at the persistent stimulation, the bed shifting beside your head as Ghost moves to rub his swollen cock along your kiss bitten lips, teasing the tip in and out of the welcoming heat to muffle your noises. Ghost’s free hand trails down your torso, palm spread out over your lower tummy, right where your new tattoo rests—the womb design Price paid for you to get, designed by none other than Soap himself.

Price watches how Ghost’s pupils darken as he presses down on the soft flesh, slowing his hips to a torturously slow roll.

“Wanna watch me knock ‘im up, Simon?” Price smiles knowingly, tracking how Ghost’s eyes flicker from the tattoo, to Price’s gaze, down to the frothy white ring around Price’s cock where he sinks in and out of your pink, swollen hole.

Ghost doesn’t give a verbal response, but Price hums anyway, eyeing the way Ghost's cock gives an interested little twitch at Price's honeyed words.

Slowly picking up his pace again, he rocks his hips into yours with harsh thrusts, balls slapping lewdly against your ass, your hard flushed cock bouncing uselessly against your stomach, smearing the tattoo with your own precum.

“S’all this tight little cunt’s good for, isn’t that right?” He grabs your jaw, squeezing your cheeks as he tugs you off of Ghost’s cock with a wet pop and a gasp, watching your red face pant for breath as you frantically nod your head, barely flinching as Ghost gently slaps his cock against your face.

“Yes—y-yes—John—please—fuck!”

“Attagirl,” Price grins viciously, taking your cock in hand to stroke the weeping flesh as he leans down to lick into your mouth, Simon impatiently slipping his cock between the both of your lips with a grunt. The three of you moan, Ghost stroking the length of his cock while you and Price make out messily with the sticky tip.

Ghost's cock twitches, a low, growling "fuck" emanating from his chest as his spend decorates your face, Price eagerly licking you clean as he holds eye contact with Simon, making you whimper as he leaves behind sucking bruises in the process.

"M'gonna cum—Price—" you whine, thighs quivering, that heavy heat sinking deep in your stomach.

"Yeah? Gonna come on daddy's cock?" His voice is impossibly low, rumbling through you like thunder. You shudder and twitch, back arching and eyes rolling back as your orgasm rolls through you, mouth open in a silent scream as Price's firm strokes and harsh thrusts milk your pleasure.

"That's it," Price half growls, half chuckles, "there she is. Milk daddy's cock, princess, fuck."

His thrusts stutter, once, twice, before his cock settles as deep as he can bury it, thick cum filling you. You vaguely feel Ghost's hands over your tattoo again, rubbing the skin there.

You're barely aware as Price kisses and licks up your leg, your ankle, peppering kisses over the top of your foot, his hips lazily rolling like he could rut his cum any deeper—like if he gets it deep enough it might actually take.

And Ghost, his big hand an anchor amidst your floating, his steady hot breaths against your neck before his lips suck a bruise right beneath your ear, whispering a low "gonna look so good knocked up."

#smut #mine #modern warfare #price x reader #ghost x reader

[nyctophiliq]

i have an idea! may i request viper stealing kiases from reader throughout the day? viper is not the pda type but i'd like to think she would sometimes find ways to be affectionate. Thank u!!!

✮ ┆STEALING KISSES. sabine ‘viper’ callas

based on the request above.

CONTENT WARNING.           SFW CONTENT UNDER THE CUT; female-bodied reader, kissing, making out, pda, affectionate viper (bit ooc), mention of other agents, | ~1.2k words

A/N.                   I TOOK SO LONG IM SO SORRY, valorant hasn’t been on my mind for reasons and for other games popping up on the radar- but now i am here, thirsting for valorant, hopefully i got your req right anon so please enjoy !!!

it wasn’t often and if you were quite frank, it never happened that sabine would just so bluntly say affectionate words to you in front of the other agents. she liked your relationship to be heard but not seen, for them to keep guessing about whatever was going on between the two of you and only shared it with a couple of agents who were mature enough to not run their mouth.

late mornings were among the few instances when she hardly tried holding her fondness of you back.

“good morning.” she whispers as she steps next to you at the counter of the shared kitchen, glancing at you and watching as you wait for the toast to pop out of the machine. she smiles at your concentration on such a small task before reaching for the shelf above to take out her coffee and start brewing a cup for herself.

“it’s not like you to be coming out of your lair this late, viper.” reyna chimes in as she walks behind the two of you, holding a mug in her hand and waiting for her turn at the coffee machine. sabine just shrugs, weighing her coffee grounds while taking a glimpse of you trying to catch the toast as it flies out of the machine.

“well…” she trails off with a big inhale, turning to you but still talking with reyna. “late nights equal late morning.” she picks up her mug with the now fresh coffee swirling in it, a step closer to you to easily take your chin between her free fingers and turn your head, stealing a quick kiss from you with a gentle caress to your cheek.

“see you in our meeting.” then she walks off, hiding her wicked smirk behind the mug as she leaves you and the other agents who were watching from the different corners of the kitchen to their surprise.

then there were the movie nights she dreaded.

neon, jett, and gekko were in the movie room, going back and forth between movies, arguing about what the few that have gathered up for the ridiculously loud get-together as viper liked to call it. she found it unnecessary to be weeping over make-believe characters, root for their love to bloom, or for enemies to fall. being dragged to these little events was gonna be the end of sabine, but sitting next to you, sharing a blanket, and secretly holding hands were making it up for her.

“they are awfully loud.” viper commented as you scrolled through your phone, waiting for the movie to start. you look up briefly, glancing over your shoulder as the trio argues over the movie. “you will enjoy the quiet when the movie starts.” you give her a toothy smile before your attention is back on the screen in your hand.

somewhat of a defeated sigh leaves sabine as her head falls onto your shoulder, her hold on your hand getting a little tighter. you intertwined your fingers, a reassuring squeeze or two before her free hand that was holding the blanket over the two of you before taking your phone out of your hand, her head dipping as she kissed you.

it was short, sweet, and a bit teasing as she pushed against you before pulling away. “just so i can keep calm until it quiets down...”

at the end of difficult missions.

there was nothing more rewarding after a difficult mission than to be on the vulture, heading back home to the base for a much-deserved hot shower with some music included. the shared sleeping area was nothing short of the basic needs- the mid-grade mattress, two pillows with a blanket that was just big enough to cover you and keep you from freezing.

“are you sure you don’t wanna share?” you mutter, peaking your head out from your little pod-like bed to look at viper. she shakes her head as she closes her book and puts it under the pillow. she shakes her head before stepping next to your bunk, lowering herself to your level.

“little tight in there.” she mentions as she looks inside the bunk like she hasn’t seen it a hundred times before. you roll your eyes, it was never a problem before for her to get in bed with you and now she was just thinking about it.

“we will have to be extra close then.” you propose, already scooting to be up against the wall of the bunk to make some space for her to comfortably have her own side while still being able to cuddle you.

“you can hold me to that,” she says, running her fingers down your arm before continuing. “when we get back.” sabine looks tired as she keeps looking at you, holding eye contact while the other agents complain about the lights being still on, the two of you still speaking your lovey-dovey stuff, and some (like phoenix) loudly teasing viper despite being afraid of her how gooey she was with you.

you watch her roll her eyes before she leans in to plant a kiss on your lips, making it a bit sloppy, a pinch loud just to rub it in for all the eyes that might be looking over. “goodnight now.”

in the medbay after being seriously injured.

whether it was joining in a shoot-out despite being ordered to ambush the targets, taking a bullet for her, or hesitating to go up against her mirror version she did not enjoy the sight of your blood staining through bandages, stitches tearing your skin up, and pills being forced down your throat for pain relief. 

“you are an idiot!” she yells as she bursts through the door of the medical wing, and if looks could kill you would have been dead by now. she was back in her casual clothes now, waltzing over to you with hands balled into fists.

“hey, ‘bean…” you say nervously when she steps next to your bed and you don’t know whether to ask for a kiss or shield yourself from potential blows. she looked pissed, no wonder, you got grazed with not one but two bullets as you were shoving her out of the way, almost turning into cold meat right there and there.

“do not.” she cuts you off, knowing very well that you were just going to run your usual line of excuses. you try to start again, try and reason with her that it was necessary because you’d rather be in this bed arguing with her than watch her refuse any kind of treatment because ‘she can take it’.

she grips your jaw, her face scrunching up with doubt that you deserve this kiss she is about to give you because you really deserve a smothering for what you did rather than a small reward like that, not to mention that few nurses that were inside tending to the other agents who were bearing their weakness out on stretchers. there was a conflict in herself, but she gave in after the storm of arguments inside her was getting too loud and leaned in to kiss you.

she doesn’t do it long enough to deepen the kiss, only long enough for you to notice how she tasted like mint gum and toothpaste as she pulled away and let your head fall against the pillow as you tried to catch your breath again. she pulls back to stand over you, her hands still gripping at your jaw, before she lets her body collapse onto the chair beside the side of your bed and rests her head on your chest. “you’re an idiot.” 

#📗 — written by moss ! #valorant x reader #viper x reader #valorant viper x reader #sabine callas x reader #valorant x reader fluff #valorant sabine callas x reader #sabine viper callas x reader #viper x female reader #valorant x female reader #sabine callas x female reader #viper x f!reader #valorant x f!reader

[444rockstargf]

Hey girl, I love your work and I was wondering if you could write more toxic angsty love with euronymous kinda like your story "remember how we used to party up all night?"? I love what you wrote before and it doesn’t need to have anything to do with the story I mentioned before but I have no specific idea other than just that theme of toxic love. Also could be good as headcannons if you think that would be easier to work with,

Love your writing 🩷🩷

thank you for the request!

"blessed with beauty and rage." | euronymous

ultraviolence. - lana del rey

✮⋆˙ [tags] @faesucksass @lustkillers @mayathepsychic1999 @josibunn @vanlisbon @lankysimp @monkeyfart @simply-stellarr

female!reader x euronymous

headcanons.

contents: toxic relationship, mentions of cheating, arguing, slight degradation, not proofread

fighting all day and everyday. everything you said to eachother, it came in one ear and went out the other. you would walk around the house, passing him but not even glancing in his direction. he'd firmly grab your wrist, pressly your body into his as he condescendingly glared down at you, expecting some sort of greeting from you. "good morning to you too, bitch."

you would have no privacy whatsoever. whether you'd be changing in the bedroom or having a shower, he'd barge in, going on to do his business while not even acknowledging you. "what the hell, euro! can't you see im busy?!" he would simply glare at you through his reflection in the mirror. "i dont think i give a damn, princess." if you were naked or in your underwear, he'd get a little smirk on his face and leer at you as he walks away.

whenever you two have a bad fight about something, you'd storm off into your bedroom, slamming the door shut and burying yourself in bed, trying to completely drown him out. but as soon as you started falling asleep, he'd storm into the room, tearing off his shirt before climbing into bed beside you and pulling your body onto his, ignoring your grumbles. he'd rest your head on his pale chest as he gently strokes your hair, whispering in a bitter but warm voice. "even though you're the bane of my existence, i wouldn't want to share this bed with anyone but you."

you better get used to him pinning you against things whenever you get mouthy. the wall, the fridge, any door in the house, he's pushed you into his, forcing his hand onto your chest as he stares daggers at you. you'd look so helpless as you squirmed underneath him, all to his pleasure. when he feels your body starting to shake, he'd let you go, leaving you there all alone.

you'd always taunt him with the fact that you could leave him for any of his bandmates at anytime. after he yells at you about something, you'd sit there with your arms crossed and a slight snarl on your face. "i bet pelle would treat me better than this... i'm an idiot for ever choosing your ass." with that, he'd shut up and behave like your little dog for the rest of the day, listening to all your orders and doing whatever you please.

you and euro have known eachother for a long time, so he knows exactly what to say to break you apart. he would growl as he gets in your face, yelling at a volume that makes your blood run cold. "and you always wonder why you don't have anyone in your life! you think anyone else would put up with your bullshit?! pull another stunt like this and im gone, just like all the others."

most of your arguments would end in you leaving, locking yourself in any closed space and hugging your knees to your chest, silently weeping. he would eventually break, sighing as he sheepishly knocks on the door, talking softly. "c-can i come in, sweetie..? i want to talk to you. nicely this time..." you'd open the door, meeting his slightly red eyes and splotchy cheeks. he'd hold his arms out to you, and you would jump into his arms, enjoying his warm embarce. he would kiss you gently on the top of your head as he says softly. "i hate you, my beautiful, perfect girl..."

author's note: in no way is this post meant to romanticise toxic relationships. xoxo.

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[porcalinecunt]

𝐃𝐀𝐘 𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐄 — 𝐃𝐎𝐋𝐋𝐈𝐅𝐈𝐂𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍

💀 KINKTOBER EVENT

🎧 𝐒𝐇𝐀𝐍𝐆 𝐓𝐒𝐔𝐍𝐆 𝐗 𝐌𝐀𝐋𝐄!𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐄𝐑

𝐜𝐰 — dollification (specifically the ‘porcelain doll’ treatment). dom!shang tsung. porcelain doll!reader. praise kink. crossdressing(?). stripping. size kink. reader isn’t an actual doll btw!

a/n: hey! sorry i missed out the last five days, i was busy ;-; regardless, im back with shang tsung yet again and a kink that i haven’t seen any content of on here. i had fun writing this (especially with shang tsung) so please, enjoy! 🫶🏼

Shang Tsung adored his little dollie, sitting in front of him on the red, velvety examination bench. You were completely still, with the only thing moving is your legs. Your once superior—now fiancé—bent down to tighten the straps of your dolly shoes till they fit snug on your feet.

You were his masterpiece, a fragile thing made of glass eyes and a heart made of yarn. Your skin, porcelain with tiny imperfections that Shang Tsung left on you as he loved them too much to remove. However, besides the adorable and docile appearance you adorned on your face, you were utterly devoted to your maker.

Even if there was a more twisted side of him, one that is only shown behind locked doors.

His hands began to run up your legs, gently squeezing your calf before reaching your thighs. Through this, you still remained stone face with only slight twitches and your doll-like eyes resting a bit as you watched your lover worship the skin your in. His fingers hooked onto the hem of your skirt, quickly pulling it down. You already knew what he wanted, and you already were playing your part.

“My love, my beautiful boy. I can’t get enough of you, you’re my perfect doll—so fucking perfect.”

He whispers in your ear, pressing his body against yours. He was so much larger and taller then you, making it way too easy for him to tip you over. But he caught you before you could fall and hurt yourself.

Gently, he laid you down. You were completely still as Shang Tsung began to strip you of your garments. The lacey top he put you in slipped off of your body, exposing your nude state. The only thing you had was a ribbon around your marked up neck from last week. The thigh high stockings hugging the flesh of your thighs, putting the focus on your weeping cunny. Needy and desperate for your maker.

Yet you never showed a shred of emotion, only your dilated pupils staring up at Shang Tsung. Although, he knew that eyes don’t lie. He looked down at your pouty lips, trembling with the urge to beg. Beg for his cock to tear you open while his hands bruised your skin, all while ruining your guts to your desire.

But he would never. Not to his porcelain doll.

His fingertips ghosted over your cheek as he slowly sunk deep into your cunt. Your eyes fluttered shut, mouth forming an “o” shape as a breathy moan slipped out from your throat. Immediately, he crept his fingers into your mouth, silently encouraging you to suck on them.

You watched as your maker pumped his cock in and out of you, savoring every inch. You continued to hold still, your body rocking up the table from how hard Shang Tsung was fucking you, all while trying not to bite down on his fingers.

You were also quite, with small mewls and breathy moans being the only thing coming out of your mouth. Usually, your maker would be pleased. Quite and obedient, without making a fuss of things. However, Shang Tsung must’ve grown bored of your usually docile state and wanted to see a new side of you, if you were willing. With an iron grip and a quick slap to the thigh, you yelped and immediately covered your mouth. For the first time, your stone face finally shattered and your dolly eyes were syrupy and wide from shock.

“No no, don’t be shy y/n—I want to hear you better then before.”

He commanded, pulling your hand away and placing it back onto your hips before lifting them up and rapidly fucking you. He leans over you, while you gripped his shoulders and cried out his name. Underneath him, you felt so small and helpless, only able to take his cock and cling onto dear life. Cut off whines and sobs for more as he inches closer and closer to his orgasm, his thrusts becoming more sloppy and needy.

“Ah—ah—ah—‘m gonna..!”

You were cut off when Shang Tsung cupped your face and captured your lips with his, swallowing your sobs as you came hard. Your legs shook, your toes curling while you simply melted under the foreign feeling of an orgasm this intense. You couldn’t even recover from the afterglow when you suddenly felt a hot sensation fill your cunt, realizing your maker was—once again—breeding you to the brim like the good doll you are.

Shang Tsung stared down at you, a grin painting his face at the sight. Tears stained your cheeks as your eyes were still watering. Your pouty lips were glossy and swollen from his aggressive kisses and your body trembled still. He wished he could just bury his dick in you forever, but he reluctantly pulled out and scooped you into his arms.

“You did so good today doll, what would I ever do without you..?”

He cooed, carrying you away to touch up and place you somewhere where he can admire his creation, while you just sit still and be the good porcelain doll you were ment to be.

🎧 this work belongs to @porcalinecunt. reblogs and feedback are appreciated. <3

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[the-little-ewok]

So, I hear you're taking prompts 👀🤭

If no one's asked (and you feel inspired), maybe you could try "slowly kissing down the body" with either Santi or Poe? (If that's then, maybe the tummy kisses instead?). Please and thank youuuu 🙏❤️

(Im)Patience

Santiago Garcia X F!Reader

Rating : E / 18+ for sexual content

Wordcount : 900 (ISH)

Warnings : Consensual use of restraints, talk of cum eating, mentions of edging, mentions of face sitting, mentions of PIV, marking/love bites, if you squint - mild sub!Santi, mild!Dom reader, mentions of Dom!Santi

Prompt/Summary : Kissing slowly down their body / Teasing Santiago until he breaks with little body kisses

A/N : Thank you for the prompt! I hope you enjoy a little Santi spice since your Neighbours fic put me in such a Santi feels mood! ;)

Un-beta'd because chaos is life. Apologies for any mistakes. It's midnight here.

The metal headboard creaks worryingly as Santiago tugs at his bonds, and you relish in the little mewl of pleasure he gives that accompanies the noise. You finish sucking a mark just above his collarbone, as his hands twist against the soft silk scarf binding him to the bed, his legs shifting restlessly beneath your weight as you sit back to admire him — his skin covered in a light sheen of sweat, pupils blown wide, lips kiss swollen, chest heaving with panted breaths.

It was so rare for him to give up complete control this way, to relinquish it to you, to allow you to take care of him in the way you know he needs. It makes your heart swell with the knowledge of the trust he's placed in you.

Although you can't help but wander if now he's starting to regret it, after who knows how long of soft touches, kisses, teasing laps of your tongue, bringing him to the edge, just to stop before he reaches his peak, and then to do it all over again.

"Hermosa, please," he groans, hips rutting up against you as you lean down to begin another trail of slow kisses down his body. "This is unfair."

You grin. Santiago was loosing his patience.

But drawing the little desperate sounds of pleasure from him was so much fun. And in part, you suppose, a little revenge for every time he had you in the same position, begging for release as he enjoyed the moment. Now you finally understood the appeal.

"All good things come to those who wait," you tease in a sing-song voice, unmoved by his begging.

Santi huffs with annoyance, flinging his head back against the pillows, dramatically growling something in Spanish you don't quite catch, but it sounds like a thinly veiled threat.

In all fairness you were dragging this out now, going back to placing tender kisses against his chest and neck, leaving little love marks in your wake, all while his hard cock twitched against your stomach, desperate for more attention. You'll pay for this later no doubt, but honestly, that's what you're counting on.

You shift your weight, moving down to litter soft kisses against his chest, before you circle your tongue over his peaked nipple.

Santi grunts out a low curse, his hands once more pulling at the makeshift restraint. If he really wanted out, he only had to say the word, but for all his complaints, Santi seems content to enjoy himself, at least at the moment.

"Tell me what you want," you whisper, your lips ghosting against his skin, echoing words he's so often used on you.

"You. Want you," he gasps as you nip at his side with your teeth, leaving him another mark.

You hum, raising your hand and allowing your fingers to barely brush against his weeping cock, causing Santi to give out a strangled moan that shoots straight to your core. He lifts his hips as you remove your hand once more, trying to chase your touch. You click your tongue in dissaproval, and shake your head at him.

"Be specific. Use your words, baby." You catch the look on his face as you repeat words he's whispered in your ear many times. His eyes hold a mixture of pride, impatience and something a little darker that makes you swallow hard, pushing down the thought of untying his wrists then and there.

He holds your gaze, steadily, defiantly, barely even blinking as he tells you exactly what he wants.

"I want to fuck your mouth, then I want to fuck your sweet pussy, fill you up until you can't take any more. Then after that, baby," he growls, his voice deliciously low, "I want you to sit on my face while I lick out every last drop of cum."

You swallow hard, your pussy clenching around nothing at the image that fills your head.

Santi smirks up at you, clearly knowing he has the upper hand, even in his prone position.

Bastard.

Your resolve hardens. Now you are going to drag this out even longer.

"Hmm we can do that…when we are done with giving you a lesson in patience." Leaning back down you continue to trail soft kisses down his body, heading towards where he wants your mouth, but far slower than ever before.

"You know Santi," you breathe, pausing to look up at him through your lashes, "I think maybe I need to go grab a bite to eat before we continue this. Its going to be a long night. Be a good boy and wait right here for me."

You press a soft kiss to his lips, which are pressed into a hard line of dissaproval at your teasing, before you pepper soft kisses across his neck, slowly manoeuvring your body off his as you go.

There's absolutely no warning for what comes next. One moment your tongue is flicking out to lick his pulse point, and the next your flipped onto your back, Santi bearing down on you, both your hands pinned to the mattress.

You have no idea how he got his hands free, or how long he's had them free for, and all thoughts of asking disappear as Santi's lips twist into a devilish smile.

"I think first I'll give you a lesson in impatience," he growls, before he claims your mouth in a hard kiss.

#santiago garcia x reader #santiago garcia #santiago garcia x you #santiago garcia smut #santiago pope garcia #santiago pope garcia x reader #santiago garcia x f!reader

[heartbreakempress]

Fairiest of All

(This is my first time writing, so excuse my grammatical errors or spellings, BTW the appearance of the character is OC Please enjoy>\\\<)

Warning: Violence, mentions of abuse, pregnancy, Smut, Rape, kidnapping, angst, cursing, maybe happy ending in last part.

Maybe being born beautiful is not always a blessing, having a face that rivals goddesses can endanger your whole existence, having suitors surround you barely letting you explore the world that awaits, and a family that keeps you hidden from prying eyes of others, suffocates you until you can barely breath.

Golden locks that shines like the brightest sun, lips like the red-red rose, nose sculpted to perfection, eyes twinkle like the bluest star, skin white as the whitest snow and body like an hour glass. Her name is y/n, a princess, the epitome of beauty in their land, now weeping in her bedroom after her father the king announces that he arranged a wedding for her with a fine young prince who can give all the love she deserves. She packed all the things she needed and after 2 days will travel to the land of his husband to-be.

Arriving she was welcomed with warmth from everyone and also from prince y/n was to be married, handsome young man and to her perspective a kind one to her perspective, maybe this won't be bad, she thinks. After 5 days building a friendship with the prince sure is good but at the same day finding out that he already had 3 women in waiting to be his concubine after the wedding, broke your heart to pieces. So, here you are walking along the shore rethinking your life decisions, maybe planning some rebellion to take the throne or something. "huh fuck life and that prince, the ocean looks ethereal maybe a bath won't hurt?". The princess is just wearing a long white robe with a feather pattern. Slowly she took a step towards the water feeling the cool sensation, she walked farther until she's plunged underwater diving to her hearts content, not knowing the God of the Seas watching her every move.

The gods of seas pov:

Looking around the shore as part of taking care of the ocean Is a must, to make sure those pest humans don't do anything to harm my kingdom, after a while of patrolling I saw a human girl, staring to the see mumbling something, humans sure are crazy. I see that she's walking towards the see, is she going to contaminate my ocean? Walking forward I'm stunned, taking in her breathtaking features that even supprases Aphrodite, I just stare at the human girl until she's plunged in the water, after a while she starts to emerged from the water, staring intently in her figure her blond locks is like dripping with diamonds, her breast perk completely seen and skin glistening under that robe. I was about to approach her when someone came shouting, '' Princess your bride lesson is about to start where are you? '', what bride lesson she's about to get married? I should not concern myself with this humanly matter, after that I left going back to the castle.

Thinking that serene encounter with that human princess I can sleep for 3 nights, that scene keeps repeating in my mind, I couldn't stop thinking about that girl im growing crazy, I'm perfect in every way, it's that girls fault I'm being like this, but hahaha I'm lonely for centuries now, maybe a little wife who can carry my children doesn't sound so bad, and who would dare to disobey me. TONIGHT I MUST HAVE YOU.

Sleeping in the guest bedroom I feel uncomfortable for some reason, I feel someone watching me and also it's extra chilly tonight or is it the ocean breeze? (btw the castle is close to the ocean so hahaha), I decided to go back to sleep thinking it's just the wind until a looming figure appears, I was about to get up and turn around when the voice spoke and said '' My Sweet Y/N let's go to your new home'', thats the last thing I remember after that horrible night.

The said princess wakes up frightened knowing she's no longer in her room only to find her self in a luxurious room with white and blue walls and a ocean like ceiling, her clothes has been changed to a pink transparent robe with nothing underneath, showing everything to offer, y/n gets up to look in the window thinking maybe she could escape, but looking she's surrounded by waters a literal ocean water. Rocking her brains out, how the hell is she under water? Who kidnapped her, is the kingdom she left looking for? She's in the state of panic thinking a way to escape, when the door opened living the panicking princess stiff and frightened. '' You're Awake'', looking at her captor she's blown away by the perfect being in front of her with a trident in hand and a perfect toned body , shaking the idea she gathered all her courage and ask' ʼ'who are you, why did you abduct me?

The man stares at her with emotionless face and said '' Poseidon, God if Seas'' her whole world crumble knowing she can' t runaway from this one. The said God stared at her intently seeing the see through robe that he provided, he starts approaching her and uttered one word that leaves the girl shaking in fear, '' strip''. Knowing where this thing is headed the girl pleaded ' 'please no! Anything but that!' 'y/n started crying not knowing what to do. Poseidon puts his trident aside and hurriedly tossed the girl in bed,' '' I'm lonely for so long, I need a perfect being like you to relieve this urge, have my hot cum inside you until it become bloated because of too much hot spurt and for you to carry my child, I also need a wife and it happens that you appeared, now stay still we will make love to each other. The girl thrashed around trying to escape, only for the God of seas to slap her, '' stay still or you will suffer consequences, do you understand? Poseidon says clearly pissed because of the disobedience shown by his so called wife.

He started kissing her neck going up to meet her soft plump lips, savoring the strawberry tastes, snaking his long tongue clashing with hers, the girl stiffens when she feels his hand cupping her breast roughly. Poseidon suddenly sits taking in the beautiful girl underneath him, he tears the transparent robe and proceeds to position his head inside the princess thighs, '' hmmm vanilla''he said taking in the smell of arousal before diving in and eating out the girl hungrily like having the last meal of his life time, flicking, sucking and biting on the: inside thighs leaving the girl moaning, squirming, shaking taking in her first ever orgasm.

'' Aahh ah Please enough I can take it anymore'' she said panting hard,' '' You have to take four of my fingers if you want to take my cock'' the God said showing his fingers,' '' aagh ha ha please stop'' the girl cried when she feels one finger enters her spongey muscle. Poseidon adds two more finger while sucking on her pink buds. You feel like the world is spinning each time the God of seas drills his finger forward, hitting all the right spot making your body shiver, adding another finger you feel full. After a minute of fingering, you feel the orgasm building, '' ah! Ah! I'm cumming''. Poseidon sits up and starts to undress letting his perfect body display in full glory, letting his thick fat cock spring out, Y/N tried to get up and runaway only for Poseidon to catch her,' '' the best part is coming and your running away?, pulling back he positioned his cock, rubbing his tip to part the slit of her pussy and begins to push inside. You cried feeling ripped apart, '' now, now the pain will subside later, bear with it'' Poseidon then suddenly pushes everything earning a hard scream from you' '' why would you do this it hurts really'' Poseidon just ignored your words and keeps delivering powerful thrust rocking your world upside down. After a minute of thrusting Poseidon' s cock started to twitch, his orgasm is near ''now be good and take all of my seed, don't spill a drop, you should be honored that you will receive this' 'with one final thrust he released rope after rope of cum, he spreads your legs and pushed the overflowing cum with his fingers. After that he' s still not satisfied with one round making you bend in every position he likes and shooting hot spurt of come inside you, '' ah ah ah Please I'm so tired I can't do it anymore'' You said with tears streaming your face, Poseidon thrusts in ungodly pace realeasing his last hot cum inside her,he kissed her forehead laying beside the blond girl wrapping his arms around her both of them drifting to sleep' '' truly my love your the fairiest of all''.The girl barely heard what the god said praying that everything that just happened is a bad dream, wishing everything will go back to normal when she wakes up. May the days ahead heals her shattered heart.

(there's a part two and I'm taking request, see you>^<)

#yandere record of ragnarok x reader smut #shumatsu no valkyrie #x reader #Yandere ror poseidon

[wildwren]

this is a salt post this is a mean post if you don't want to see a salty mean post don't click here

soo i rewatched the battle of the five armies with some friends last night and. my god. like I'm not even someone who is Mad about the hobbit movies like whatever they're fine, they're bad but they're fine. but people out here like, "why didn't they let pEtEr JaCkSon do the rings of power" my dudes. my friends. PJ was given the opportunity to produce original middle EArth content and it was. so fucking basement tier do you understand. like PLEASE there are things to enjoy about the hobbit films but,,, uhhhh ,,, most of the original concepts and characters are nOTTTT on that list. literally the laketowners make waldreg look like theeeee most complex evil henchman in the world,,, like there is nAKED homophobia in the script, the fact that there are STILL people out here thinking its a reasonable position to say "only JACKSOn understood the true, progressive, queer (?!?!?!?!) spirit of tolkien's work" IM SORRY BUT YOU ARE SO FUCKInG STUPID if Jackson had been tapped to make a second age story it would have absolutely abysmal it would have been an unmitigated disaster it would have made me weep blood

#posts i will regret making

[stellaron-hunter]

hiiiiiii i saw you posting about himekafka and would you mind sharing some thoughts...... i dont really ship them (yet) but im Curious

hii!!

ok so kafhime is mostly fan-content to be entirely honest with you, as they have one (1) canon interaction. (i kinda have to check my game on this tbh, i haven't checked hsr voicelines) that interaction thouuuugh

both of them knew each other before their first actual meeting which i think have lead to most of the exes fan theories (guilty tbh, i know that it is only logical that they know each other BUT c'mon)

and himeko can't just drop a "we are not about to get in bed with a stellaron hunter" and not expect the gays to go WILD, like i am talking feral levels who was talking about getting into bed with anyone, hm?🤨

i personally love enemies-to-lovers, they tend to be much longer and complex (this is all my opinion, please no one bite my head of this is incredibly subjective) compared to strangers-to-lovers/friends-to-lovers, as they have to go through a greater character arch to put aside their difference(s)/conflict(s)

i also love-love-love the trope of one character (in this case kafka, even though that such a fanonized view of her, because her in-game character is actually always very sweet with stelle. i am no better than a twitter user i am not even sorry, at least i am self-aware) being only soft with that one other character™

i was also so hungry for a good enemies-to-lovers mihoyo/hoyoverse ship and that it is between two of my favorite star rail characters is just *chef's kiss*

i personally enjoy watching/reading how the dynamic works out&how they clash together over and over again even after getting to the lovers part of the relationship. reading about how they work their conflicts out and work out in the end just feels very rewarding to me (and if they don't work out then you can find me weeping in the corner for the next five days)

i am unsure what draws me into so much tbh, i like putting women who banter with each other into situations (the situations are often very gay - i am self-indulgent; i guess that's why i also enjoy eimiko too)

#i am a simple person i see hot women and i put them together to smooch #i also find the thought of kafka having to sneak in and out of the express just very amusing #thank you sm for the ask i love being normal about my blorbos #this came out as a ramble but posting it anyways we ballin

[idaluiso-noir]

oh hi it’s wip wednesday again

yo sorry its been four months since the last update A) i got a full time job, B) i fell into a different hyperfixation, though thanks to that last nintendo direct i think im falling back into my zelda hyperfixation which is pretty slay of me

n e ways please enjoy this snippet for the upcoming ‘stamp me with your signature’, sequel to ‘i’m your bitch, you’re my bitch’. no idea when im gonna finish this fic and post it but keep your eyes peeled, for now, happy wednesday

Later, Zelda buried herself in another memory. A memory of sleeplessness, of watching the white moon climb the sky outside her window. She let it play out, content to lay on her side with the moon in her eyes, hands pillowing her cheek.

“Why didn’t you do it?” a warm, dark voice asked.

Zelda didn’t flinch, didn’t startle, merely continued watching the moon. “Because that’s not who I am,” she’d replied.

“And who are you?”

“You should know,” Zelda quipped, refusing to roll over and face him. “You’ve been infiltrating my memories this whole time.”

“You’re a scared little girl.”

“Gee, thanks.” She rolled her eyes.

“A scared little girl that has somehow kept me at bay for seventy-six years.” The voice bit. “Will your silly hero ever wake up?”

Zelda snorted. “Wouldn’t you like to know?”

“You’re getting tired,” he mused. As if on cue, her body grew more exhausted, a weight on her frame pushing her down. “It’s how I’ve been able to speak to you like this.”

That gave her pause. Was her power truly waning? Was she reaching her breaking point? How long before her body gave out? Would Link still sleep soundly while her very essence was consumed by the Calamity?

Zelda shoved the thought away. “I liked you better when you were just some swirly tentacles trying to grope me every couple of years,” she sighed, pulling her bed covers closer around her.

She didn’t hear him approach, but felt the bed dip as he sat down on its edge. “And what might I be now?”

“A man.”

“Still, a man that could snap your neck,” he countered. “A man that could eat you whole and digest you into nothing but a memory. A man that could hold you captive as he tortures your pathetic hero into a weeping mess.”

Surprisingly, he said these with no real threat, a jovial sort of small talk - a hidden warning.

Zelda finally rolled onto her back. The man who greeted her was beautiful; warm Gerudo skin offset his flaming hair upon which was woven a headdress she’d seen many a time on her godmother. Below midnight blue eyelids, golden eyes sparkled. A strong Gerudo brow made his calculating smirk all the more sinister, and his strong jaw was highlighted by the short, neat cut of his scarlet beard. He was draped in gold, Gerudo finery clinking from his ears, clasping around his arms, baring his chest but covering his hips and thighs. He was strong, built well, built for war.

There were always tales that Ganon had been Gerudo. But these were simply scary bedtime stories passed down over twenty-thousand years. Laying eyes on him now, on the Gerudo warlord turned swirling Malefic entity, Zelda believed it.

“You’re Ganondorf,” Zelda breathed.

A large hand propped him up as he leaned in over Zelda, close enough for her to see the flecks of silver in his eyes. His grin was menacing and his voice breathy and low as he confirmed, “The one and only.”

#its been like 4 months whatever #also i love rehydrated ganon #can you see where this is going yet #i may be a lesbian but #wip wednesday #ryza's fics #ryza speaks #'i'm your bitch you're my bitch' #'stamp me with your signature' #zelda fic #legend of zelda

[eaudeeuphoria]

about me!!

personal info

hi!! im relatively new to using tumblr, and i was unsure what to have as my first post, so i decided to make a get-to-know-me post for this blog!! i may add to it as time goes on.

i go by val or chloe!! i mainly use doll/they pronouns, but i don't mind any pronouns. i am currently a minor so please don't be weird!! im very neurodivergent and very hyperfixated on identity v. the perfumer is my highest kin!!

my identity v id is 15302082 and my username is bunnymomoka. im not great at actually playing idv but like slay.

mains

survivors

psychologist - ada mesmer

perfumer - vera nair

female dancer - margaretha zelle

hunters (i don't play hunter often)

sculptor - galatea claude

fav ships

margaretha zelle x chloe "vera" nair

ada mesmer x emil mesmer

martha behamfil x naib sudebar

galatea claude x grace (naiad)

this blog

i created this in my free time, just for fun!! i have a lot of headcanons and opinions about identity v, and i wanted a place to put them so i don't have to bother my friends all the time. i expect to mostly post headcanon dumps and rants. i understand that netease has done some questionable things, and i do not support all of their decisions, nor am i affiliated with them in any way. im just here to share my own silly ideas. i welcome requests of any kind, feedback, thoughts about my content, and constructive criticism!! im just here to have fun, and i hope i entertain some of you!! im always happy to be friends :)

DNI

basic dni criteria

proshippers

if you ship weeping clown/joker with margaretha. if you wish, ill explain why i think the ship is toxic, but otherwise, please don't interact with me

enjoy my cringe fail tumblr account!!

#idv #identity v #about me

[youareunbearable]

Catch me not having a clue who any of these gods(?) and people are, but still sitting here like, "I ship that pretty one with the gruff one, and that brown haired one with the other(?) gruff one?" without knowing names or what this is except the fanart I see you reblog, because this fandom apparently has lots of nice art

Fam i have no idea what ur talking about or when u sent this im so sorry asfkjhfkjhf but i thiiiinnnkkkk??????? it’s “Heavens Official Blessing” or  Tiān Guān Cì Fú (TGCF for tagging stuff) its originally a chinese gay novel that is soooooooo long by the author  Mo Xiang Tong Xiu (MXTX) who wrote 2 (two?????) other novels that I know of that are also gay historical fantasy but i personally havent actually read TGCF???? im just watching the anime and looking at the wiki and reading fanfics so i have a vague idea whats going on but not really???? so i cant really give a good review BUT i LOVE THE CHARACTERS MXTX WRITES SO MUCH AFHAFKFHKFAKF IM SO SORRY IM SHIT WITH TAGGING SO U HAVE NO IDEA WHAT IM HYPER FIXATING ON BUT

LISTEN

LISTEN 

LISTEN

Pretty one and the gruff one im THINKING is He Xuan (or Ming Yi/ Ming-Xiong/Ming Bro) for the grumpy one and Shi Qingxuan for the pretty one and both are kinda gender fluid?? (more Shi Qingxuan but they both change their forms to be both women and men which is Iconic and the anime put her in the TRANS FLAG COLOUR instead of her canon white and green which is ICONIC) AND THHEYRE SO TRAGIC AND HOT AND I CRY JUST THINKING ABOUT THEIR STORY LIKE AFHDFKJAFDSGS like i want to kinda read the book just for them, the two super minor characters, but i also read somewhere that their story doesn’t really have a clean ending so im also holding back from just getting Emotionally Hurt because im a cancer and i know it’ll wreck me

I think The Two Gruff Idiots are Feng Xin (dark haired gruff boy) and Mu Qing (brown haired gruff boy) and theyre both martial gods and both knew each other for over 800 years and both tried to take care of Actual Human And Heavenly Disaster Xie Lian, failed, and tried to do it again 800 years later but with stupid glasses with moustaches in hopes that Xie Lian cant figure out that they care about him but OOPS Xie Lian does in fact have the braincell of the three of them fajfafjajf 

Heres the link to watch the anime, there are 11 eps rn but it updates every weekend (I dont actually know when but i watch it on sundays) Make sure u have ur ad block on tho lol there is a manga too and the art style is TO DIE FOR like its GORGEOUS but its roughly at the same pace as the anime so eh

Heres where to read the whole thing online, just a warning its BIG AS FUCK like 244? plus extras I think?? 

I’d also recommend MXTX’s other books!

Mo Dao Zu Shi (or Grandmaster of Demonic Cultivation/ The Untamed/MDZS) is both a Book as well as an Anime (the whole thing is on youtube) , a Live Action which you can watch on Netflix (look up Untamed, also a warning, the plot is a little different from the book and anime cause of uhhh censorship?? also i guess to make it more live drama friendly, my friends an i binged it and really liked it, but some of the fandom doesn’t), a manga which is not finished I think???? idk im not caught up, and a fucking chinese AUDIO DRAMA LIKE BITCH ITS SO WELL DONE but i have to stop listening sometimes cause like there is a difference between watching/reading characters kiss, and then like just hearing them, i get so embarrassed i have to skip the kissing scenes and god forbid i accidentally click on the smutty extras alfjajlfjalfjaljf u can find it on youtube, i linked the one i listen to but i havent finished it and i don’t think it’s all of it, but you can find other episodes/chapters easily

Its about 1 Dumb Yet So Smart gay/bi man (Wei Wuxian) who honestly tries his fucking best, fucks up everything, dies for over a decade, and then is forcefully brought back to life to solve a murder mystery with the guy who has been in Super Gay Love with him since they were teens (Lan Zhan), a bunch of teens Who Are Just Honestly Here For A Good Time And Yet (Lan Juniors, Jin Ling, and Best Boy Ouyang Zizhen ) while badly hiding his real identity from all the people he knows, including his foster brother (Jiang Cheng) who is out for blood and hunting his ass down with a whip and also Lan Zhan who is travelling with him. Also the Killer. There is a killer on the loose and is willing to murder whoever to keep their secrets. Also Nie Huaisang. I adore him and his brother Nie Mingjue, if there is one bitch u gotta remember from this summary it’s this little twink (he and his brother also have a fucking spin off movie from the live action drama THAT I HAVENT BEEN ABLE TO FIND A ENGLISH SUB VERSION AND ITS BEEN KILLING ME SINCE I STARTED WATCHING THIS SHOW LAST YEAR. GOOGLE GIVE ME MY FAVOURITE TWINK AND HIS BEAR OF A BROTHER HAVING A FUN FAMILY ROAD TRIP!!!!!!!)

My Personal Current Favourite is Scum Villain’s Self Saving System (SVSSS) which is SOOOOOOO FUNNY Like it’s not as popular cause the comic was discontinued, and the anime looks like its from 2005 with the weird 3D animation but its my current comfort media!!! 

Its basically about a spite reading millennial (Shen Yuan) who died after reading a REALLY awful popular cheesy smut harem novel (think like 50 shade series but worse cause the protag had 600 wives) and was forced into the body of a minor but important villain (the protagonist’s teacher, Shen Qingqiu) from the novel who was fated to die with all his limbs cut off and his eyes and tongue plucked out and is told he has to fix the story so its not trash, he reasonably freaks the fuck out and hugs the protagonists (Luo Binghe) thigh so hard he turns him gay without realizing. Sadly, he does have to make sure certain plot points happen, which fucks him over a lot,  and he thinks Luo Binghe still wants to kill him instead of love him cause he has the Emotional Intelligence of a Rock, but its so funny reading about him handling all the awful tropey stuff, like imagine u have to be a character in My Immortal But With Porn?????? without breaking out of character too much?? I wouldn’t be able to handle it ajhakfkfhjfj He also finds out that he’s not the only transmigrator in the novel either, but it doesn’t matter cause theyre both So Fucking Stupid Collectively but everyone would honestly die for the both of them

warning for this story though, the main relationship is a teacher/student relationship, but nothing happens until the student is in his 20s and also kinda not his student anymore cause he’s running hell??? but if that squicks u out i totally understand and offer you to PLEASE still enjoy some of this media, and instead of the BingQiu ship, I offer you the LiuQiu one, where both me and the main character cry over how a beautiful man/fellow immortal lord loves the main character so much that he literally fought every day for 5 years to be by his side and I Think Thats Beautiful and I kinda like this ship more than the main one tbh PLEASE just look at the art for Liu Qingge because i love him so much, he’s like if you took Lan Zhan and Jiang Cheng from MDZS and mashed them into one beautiful man the author is trying to tell me is straight but u take one look at him And Tell Me Otherwise

#anon #answering asks probably really late but i live on mobile and i dont get notifications a lot #FHAKJAKFJFAFJA SORRY FOR INFO DUMPING ON U ANON BUT PLEASE LOVE THESE #I LOVE THESE #AND MY IRL FRIENDS DONT CARE ABOUT THEM #theyre like yeah amber ill watch the drama and maybe an anime but its ok no we dont want u to keep sending us tikoks its ok #LIKE IM WEEPING PLEASE ENJOY THIS CONTENT!!!!!!! #but for real if u want a love story for the ages read TGCF i've heard its really good #SVSSS is like the less serious and shortest novel of the three but so good #and MDZS is like the most popular successful middle child that every and their mother has seen and enjoyed #MDZS #SVSSS #TGCF #MXTX #also im once again sorry about how i never tag anything im just convinced no one actually goes on my blog #but i'm always surprised when i get asks like this asking me to tag things or asking about a thing im enjoying #and therefore flooding their dashs with lol #Anonymous

[yuedama]

at your mercy

hard dom!yelena x gn!reader (female bodied)

synopsis : you loved being good for yelena, but sometimes you couldn't deny the fact that you enjoyed her putting you in your place just as much.

content : nsfw, degradation, clit slapping, vaginal fingering, orgasm denial ; use of the word 'pet' like once

notes : jus want yelena to be mean to me and tell me i'm nothing

yelena hated having you come to her as she finished her work til the late hours of the night. it was distracting, she says, and you would only become a reason for her to be irresponsible.

there are times though when she considered it a test of your patience. and, well, restraint.

during the nights when you were needier than usual, she loved seeing just how long you would last without any of her attention, how long you could keep yourself from being bad and eventually touching yourself.

it was a tough game for you, but yelena enjoyed every bit of it; from the flustered look on your face as she catches you breaking the rules she had so carefully set, to the mewls and whimpers you gave her as you pleaded for her forgiveness.

she hated having to discipline you for your ill behavior, for she expected you to be good for her always, but she also wouldn't be lying if she were to admit how titillating it was to see you all sullied and glistening like a whore beneath her, rambling repeatedly about how sorry you were and that you wouldn't do it ever again. something about it fed the sadistic hunger inside her.

tonight was like one of those nights.

“what did i tell you about coming to my office while i'm working?” steel eyes bore into your meek form, menacing and unforgiving, yet lustful and hungry at the same time as she drank in every inch of your skin that was revealed by the skimpy nightdress you wore.

“that i would only distract you and that i should wait in our bedroom like a good pet....”

“and what are you doing right now?” her voice, despite being stern and cold with anger, did nothing to intimidate you, if anything, it only fanned the flames of excitement burning in your stomach.

“i-im...please, 'lena, i need you,” glossy eyes looked up at the blonde, silently hoping she would see the desperation behind them. she did see, she could tell without even looking at you for she knew you like the back of her hand; knew just how to reduce you into nothing but a filthy mess begging for her touch like it was all you've ever known. “need you so bad!”

“poor little thing,” mock pity laced her voice as she leaned back into her chair and rolled her eyes, resting her chin on her hand to take a good look at you once more. it took everything in yelena to not pin you down on the wooden table and devour you right then and there, the thin fabric hanging loosely on your body left little to the imagination.

“have you no dignity?”

you could only shake your head timidly at them, the ache in between your legs only seeming to become more intense with each passing second.

“c'mere.” they growled, low voice echoing in the room, but you were far too lost in your thoughts to hear her the first time. “i said come here you fucking slut.”

you scampered towards the woman and made yourself comfortable on her lap, peering at her eagerly as your hands held her shoulders for support. however, your fingers were slapped away from her shirt as soon as they got there, causing you to retract them as a stinging sensation bloomed.

“don't touch me with your filthy hands,” yelena seethed into your face, the tone in their voice making you rub your clothed cunt against her thigh.

“'m sorry...” your apology was sincere, but yelena seemed to have none of it. her stare remained indifferent, though you were sure you saw the slightest glint in them as she bent you over her lap. you let out a yelp at the sudden action, but as you peered up at her you were greeted by an all too familiar, condescending smirk.

“you're being very bad, you know that?” she drawled as she slowly, teasingly, traced a finger down the curve of your back, gripping the flesh of your ass harshly before pulling your underwear down to your ankles. goosebumps arose on your skin as the cool air in their office kissed your dripping cunt.

“stepping into my office looking all desperate to get fucked—” a slap made its way to your clit, causing a loud smack to resound in the room, followed by your shaky whimpers. the bud burned from the impact, but god did the burn feel so satisfying.

“putting your hands on me without my permission—” squeals tumbled out of your mouth as you receive another smack, the painful sensation of her fingers against your clit euphoric. your limbs flailed weakly, fists clenching and unclenching as you didn't have anything to grip on.

“and now your cunt's making a mess all over my pants,” long fingers ran across your folds as yelena gathered your slick, scoffing at the way your body trembled deliciously on her lap, before pushing your juices back into your hole without notice. your body jerked forward at the sudden intrusion, hands coming to your mouth to muffle your sobs.

“y-yelena...mmph...” you shut your eyes, all inhibitions flying out the window as yelena repeatedly pushed her slender fingers in and out of your deprived cunt, curling them just a bit to tease your sweet spot. hot tears spilled down your cheeks as the stimulation became overwhelming, the blonde's ministrations easing the painful ache in your core in the slightest, just enough to rouse you to your high.

“fuck,” yelena laughed at your pathetic, twitching form, a sadistic glint flashing in her eyes as she watched the way your walls eagerly sucked her fingers. “you're so fucking greedy, i can barely pull my hand from your cunt.”

she sped up her pace, the pads of their index and middle finger brushing against your spongy spot as her other hand busied itself with groping your tit, sending you into a state of delirium. the lewd squelching of your walls along with your desperate pants for air resonated in the room as you felt the knot in your abdomen close to snapping.

your legs shook violently as you shut your eyes hard til all you could see was black, toes curling as a sign of your impending climax. the tension had been built for so long, and you could finally feel your release until—

“h-ha ah, yelena!” you cried as yelena withdrew their fingers from your dripping hole, voice raspy as your throat had gone dry from all the sobbing.

“look at your pathetic hole clenching around nothing.” your body, exhausted and limp, felt flush as you looked up at her and saw the way she was eyeing your entrance like it was the most intriguing thing she'd ever seen.

“y-yelena...why'd you do that?”

“ah, the filthy whore is speaking. you think you deserve anything after disobeying my rules?” yelena turned her head to meet your eyes, fingers gripping your chin as she pushed you off her lap and made you kneel between her legs. “you should be glad i even touched you; let alone give you my time.”

your swollen lips quivered as you looked up at her, cheeks wet and red, with slick weeping out of your hole.

“i promise i'll be good! just please, let me...”

“what? spit it out, i haven't all night,” she sneered at you with no interest, as though she was seeing dishrags and not her lover who was needy for her touch.

“please, let me c-cum.” you contemplated making any promises you were uncertain you could keep, though in your state, you were practically willing to do anything just for her to get you off. “i'll do anything, 'lena.”

yelena's eyes lit up at your proposal, a wicked smile spreading across her lips as you craned your neck to gaze at her just as a subject would to their god, devoted and completely at her mercy. the rumbling of your heart against your chest was loud as you anticipated her next words, watching her longingly as she licked her lips before parting them to speak.

oh, you were in for a long night.

#yelena aot #yelena x reader #aot x reader #aot smut #yelena smut #attack on titan smut #snk smut #shingeki no kyoujin smut #yelena drabble #yelena x reader smut #snk.%!

[russadler]

RUSSADLER’S KINKTOBER: DAY ONE

EXPLICIT/18+ CONTENT AHEAD

Frank Woods x F!Reader Smut

Day One: Handjobs

Frank Woods x F!Reader

A/N: K I decided to do kinktober literally last minute so sorry I’m late lol. TO pick each day, I’m using a combination of a kinktober list that was sent to me by a lovely friend and requests. I decided to do more than just Adler because I write alot of him LMFAO and I wanted to explore some other characters too! For choosing a character each day, I’m using an online wheel that pick a random name lol enjoy even tho its short and also I’ve never written frank so idk what im doing lol

“What do you think?” 

Frank is splayed across the bed behind you, deeply invested in watching you try on swimwear. You’re headed out to the beach later today with some friends, and though Frank would be in a meeting at work, you had decided he at the very least deserved a sneak peek of what he would be missing out on. 

Right now you’re modelling your pick for the day, a little black bikini that was expertly fitted to your body. 

Maybe it was a little small, maybe. Just a tad.

“What do I think? Babe, you’re hot.” The man praises, making no move to hide the way he’s devouring you with his eyes. You smile, gnawing sheepishly at your lip as you accept the praise. 

Frank moves to sit up, maneuvering himself to sit on the edge of the bed. “C’mere.” He rumbles, tattooed arms stretched out in offering. 

You advance, moving to grip his shoulders as you stand between his spread legs. Frank reaches out to grasp your ribs, thumbs rubbing reverently against your skin. 

“Jesus.” He murmurs, calloused hands tracing down the curves of your body. 

You shut your eyes, lips parting as you release a pleased sigh. Once he reaches your hips, he gives the flesh a light squeeze before sliding his hands forward to grip your ass. 

He looks up with a heated gaze, growling as he squeezes harshly at the meat of your ass while yanking you towards him. You stumble forward, nails digging into his shoulders as you steady yourself. 

“Fuck, you’re sexy.” The man growls. “It’s too bad I got work soon…” he continues, sounding dismayed at the fact. He reaches up to pinch at a nipple through the fabric of your bathing suit, causing you to squeak with surprise.

“I promise if we had the time…” Frank hums, smiling deviously to himself and shaking his head as he no doubt imagines a whole range of obscene scenarios. He reaches down to play with the string of your bottoms. “I would have been fucking your brains out by now.”

Your thighs rub together, core tingling at the combination of his touches and dirty talk. It’s then that an idea comes to you. 

“Stand up.” You whisper, and Frank just hums absentmindedly, still fixated on the lines of your body. You jostle him again and repeat yourself, and the man finally comes to. 

He rises, visibly perplexed. You swap places with him, seating yourself on the bed with the taller standing above. 

Your fingers move to unbutton the man’s pants, his eyes darting to the clock. “Babe…” He rumbles. hands moving to halt your movements. “I don’t have time…I gotta leave soon.”

You shove him off, determined to see your plan - and him - to completion. “We can make this fast.” You smile. 

His pants successfully unbuttoned, manicured fingers move to pull his hardening length free of his boxers. Your eyes meet his, lips morphed into a teasing smile as you grip the swelling flesh in your hand as the man sighs. 

Your attention then turns to the task at hand, leaning down to spit messily onto his cock as you begin to eagerly stroke him. Woods rumbles with a cut off groan from deep within his chest, a hand moving to grip your hair as you work.

One hand is at his cock, and the other massages his balls, working the precum out of him with vigorous movements. You spit on him more, the addition of his copious amounts of his fluid making it so he’s just absolutely sopping. 

“Fuck…Go faster, baby.” He growls, the grip in your hair tightening until your scalp aches in the most exquisite way. “Come on, make me fucking cum.” He urges, his visible arousal enticing you further.

The hand at his balls moves to join the other, both gripping his fattened dick and jerking it with rapid movements as you release a quiet sigh of your own. Your hips shift of their own accord on the mattress, seeking some stimulation as your arms burn with effort. 

Frank continues to groan, cursing under his breath as his girlfriend makes a mess of his cock. You watch him, eyes dilated with ecstasy. 

It’s then you get another idea, smiling to yourself as you put your plans in motion. 

Quickly you free your breasts from the bikini top, tucking the fabric out of the way. Leaning forward, you begin to rub the man’s wet cock against the flesh of your chest. Nipples hardening as you maneuver his length against your skin with a near pornographic moan. 

“Oh shit.” Frank hisses, his eyes fixated on the vulgar act before him.“You want me to cum all over those fucking tits?” He growls, a hand moving to grip your chin. His thumb traces your wet lips, thumb pressing harshly at the seam of your lips asking for entry. You humored him, mouth opening to suck on the digit.

“You like that?” He asks lowly, moving his thumb in and out of your mouth as you nod vigorously, more than ready for his release to paint her skin white. 

You go faster then, jerking his cock at a punishing pace in rapid pursuit of his release. The man grips your face tighter, pulling more moans from your throat as he lets out a chorus of his own. 

You work his dick against your now wet chest, chasing his orgasm with determination. 

It’s messy, but at least only on your part. 

Frank still had a meeting to make. 

The man grabs the base of his cock, lightly slapping it against your chest with a pleased rumble. He moves to rub the weeping head against a nipple. You let out a quiet mewl, pinching your own nipples as he moves against you. 

“I’m gonna make such a fucking mess of you.” He groans, head thrown back as he begins to rapidly jerk himself off. You know with the way he’s groaning, his body coiling with the intensity that he’s close. 

You grip the sides of his legs, clawing at the fabric of his pants as you urge him to cum. “Please…” You plead, staring at him from beneath your eyelashes. “Frank.”

A cutoff groan tumbles from deep within his throat, cursing loudly as cum sprays from the head of his cock. His semen coats your skin in powerful spurts, the head of his cock dragging through the mess he’s made on your chest as he squeezes the last of his release out. 

There’s so much, and by the time he’s done you know you’re going to need to shower. 

Frank stumbles back, the wind nearly knocked out of him with the force of his orgasm. “Holy fuck.” He pants, chest heaving. “Baby, you’re incredible.” 

Frank grips the sides of your face and plants you with an impassioned kiss. You smile as you reciprocate the affection, content despite the fact you hadn’t been able to get off yourself. You knew he’d return the favor later, he always did. 

“I need a shower.” You giggle, looking down at the mess on your chest. 

“And a new swimsuit. Sorry babe.” Woods huffs with a laugh, grabbing a washcloth and wiping the bulk of the mess away. 

“Good thing I bought an extra one.” You smile, moving to remove the garment from your body. “Did you want to see that one too?” 

Frank’s eyes dart to the clock, and he smirks. “I’ve got a spare minute.”  

Your eyes meet his, and your smile brightens. 

Good thing you work fast. 

(He’s very late to his meeting.) 

#i tried lol #idk im just winging it lets see how this goes #but i hope yall liked it i guess #frank woods #frank woods smut #frank woods x reader #black ops cold war #bocw #bocw fanfic #black ops cold war fanfic #black ops cold war smut #bocw smut #mine #my writing #kinktober 2021

[the-lonelybarricade]

Hiii!! I've been following your work since the beginning and i just wanted to give u a big squeeze of a hug for blessing us with all of your fics 'cause i feel like we don't deserve u for blessing us with all these wonderful feysand content that u are sharing.

I hope all is well with ur life and in ur studies, and if it's not too much to ask, would you consider writing a feysand au where Feyre & Rhys aren't mates, but are happily in love and in a relationship--when all of a sudden, one of them meets their mate (preferably Rhys..?) or something like that 😚. Won't lie to u that im dying to know what events would play out and how Feyre would react if this scenario happened. Really no pressure to write this or anything just wanted to try my luck with this idea :DD. Thank u!

Bestie, ooof. What are you trying to do to me? Can you imagine how heartbreaking that would be for Feysand to be happy and in love, waiting patiently for the mating bond to snap only to find out they were star-crossed lovers all along? Well you don’t have to imagine it, because I already have. And if I’m going to be in torment over Feysand angst, I’m (affectionately) dragging you all down with me.

P.s. thank you for the submission lovely, I hope you enjoy <3

The Chains That Bind Us

Word count: 1,956

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Feyre and Rhysand were happily married. For 300 years, they had basked in what seemed like an infinite stretch of rapture, working alongside and complimenting each other with a grace and chemistry that had always felt predestined. They had always been certain they were mates, but time had flowed on and neither had felt the inkling of that special, magic bond.

They have resigned that perhaps the mating bond will never snap, perhaps that’s simply not what they were to one another, but that was okay. It was enough to be husband and wife, to be High Lord and Lady, to be happy and in love. They didn’t need a mating bond to reaffirm what they felt for one another. Things were already perfect as they were.

Until they weren’t. Until they had journeyed together to Illyria to oversee the announcement of the first all-female battalion. It had been a long term goal of Rhysand and his brothers to finally battle back the long ingrained sexism of Illyrian culture, and the visit was meant to be a celebration. A liberating ceremony, in honor of their mothers and all the females who had been victims of prejudice.

But when the leader of the battalion stepped forward to be acknowledged for her accomplishments, Rhysand had gone rigid at Feyre’s side, his breathing suddenly ragged. His pupils were blown wide, eyes fixed, riveted to the female.

Feyre felt her whole world had imploded in that moment. Especially when that female’s eyes had met her High Lord’s and had frozen just the same, the two bearing matched expressions of awe and disbelief.

She was certain she was going to be sick. Such a thing would be far from befitting of a High Lady, so Feyre had immediately winnowed back to their River House, back into their bathroom where she was instantly emptying the contents of her stomach into the toilet bowl.

Rhysand was there not too long after, holding back Feyre’s hair. They said nothing to each other, not until Feyre had recovered enough to turn and face her husband.

She was entirely unprepared for the way her heart shattered to meet his face, to meet those lovely eyes she had loved for centuries. Eyes that had only moments before been staring at another female with so much blind devotion it had torn her open.

“Feyre—” he started.

“I suppose we should have assumed that something like this could happen,” she interrupted, because she couldn’t bear to hear him apologize. Not for something like this, something that was entirely out of either of their control.

“It doesn’t change anything,” he insisted, but there was a strain to his voice that had never been present before. A bite that Feyre was convinced was the result of Rhysand battling against his instincts to return to Illyria, to that female.

“It changes everything, Rhys.”

She was already weeping as she choked the words out, because speaking them made them true. Those few centuries of bliss between them, they were a bubble, a perfectly crafted delusion that had finally popped.

“I love you,” Rhys seethed, as though arguing with himself. “I don’t even know that females name—”

“It doesn’t matter, Rhys. She’s your—”

“Don’t say it,” he begged, his voice a broken rasp. “Please, don’t say it.”

Somehow, that made it impossibly worse. That Rhys had been gifted this incredible, Cauldron-blessed thing, but was scorning it for her sake. Most Fae dreamed of the moment their mating bond would snap, and here was her husband acting as if it was his worst nightmare.

But Feyre knew what it was like for males. She knew he was clawing against every instinct in his mind, screaming at him to go to his mate, to know her name, to claim her. Feyre stifled another sob. Rejected mating bonds could drive a male mad. How could she ever think to do that to him? How could she deny him this piece of himself?

What broke her heart more than anything is that Feyre knew he would. Rhysand would reject his bond, would let that intrinsic part of his soul be torn away, for her sake. If Feyre asked, he would stay. He would stay and be miserable.

“I can’t do this to you, Rhys. I can’t force you to stay with me out of duty. I will not be your jailor.”

“You are my wife,” Rhys choked, reaching for her hand. He drew her palms to his face, allowing her to caress his cheeks. He shut his eyes as he nuzzled into her touch, causing his unshed tears to fall, racing down to collect at her hands. “You are my High Lady. You are the only one I want to be with.”

That wrecked another sob through Feyre’s body, which came out as a harsh exhale as she tried to restrain it. “You’d be a broken male without her, Rhys. The Cauldron—” she sucked in a strangled breath. Some truths were just too difficult to confront— “The Cauldron didn’t intend for us to be together.”

“Damn the Cauldron,” he growled, reaching for her with newfound conviction. “No one and nothing can decide who I love. No one can tell me that you are not who I belong with—who I belong to.”

Feyre allowed him to bundle her in his arms, to press her fiercely against his chest. She knew moments like this were fleeting, where they could hold each other as husband and wife. Already, their love was tarnished. Tainted. Blood spilled onto white snow. How long would it take for this mating bond to seep, to spill into the cracks, to spread until it consumed them? She couldn’t see an outcome where they could stay together unblemished, where they wouldn’t come to resent one another.

“Rhysand, listen to me love,” Feyre said, and found that her voice was steadier than she anticipated. “I care more about you being happy than I care about that happiness being found with me. Do you understand?”

“I would not be happier without you, Feyre.” His voice was ripe with earnesty. When she turned those eyes to meet his, those violet depths were burning, the silver constellations completely eclipsed by molten amethyst. He swallowed thickly. “Do I… want that female? Yes.” Feyre cringed to hear her husband admit it outloud. “But, that is just my instincts. I will be able to manage them with time. This bond is nascent. My love for you? It’s endured for centuries. The cauldron is not faultless; my parents were mates and they were miserable together. I could never imagine someone so perfect to walk beside me as you, Feyre. I do not seek another, no matter what fate has to say for it.”

Feyre allowed the comfort of his words to wash over her. She rested her head against Rhysand’s shoulder, inhaling his familiar scent, letting herself lavish in the rhythm of him, the beat of his heart steady in his chest.

“I will understand if you change your mind,” she whispered. “I do not hold you to your vows. If you become unhappy, if one day you cannot resist the pull you feel towards her… I will not hold it against you. I give you permission to… to leave me.”

Rhys let out a small, rueful laugh before he pressed a tender kiss to her temple. “How could I desert a love that is so selfless? The least I could do in the wake of such a declaration is promise to never see that female again.”

Feyre shook her head emphatically. “Don’t promise me that, Rhys. Just—just promise me that we’ll always be honest with each other. That we’ll always be a team, whether it be as rulers, or as lovers, or… or just as friends.”

“I promise,” he swore. “I vowed on my court and crown that I will love you for eternity. And I still know that to be true, even now. My soul… it might belong to someone else. But my heart, Feyre, it will always belong to you.”

There was something irreparably changed between them. They both knew it, could sense the way it lingered between them. The first crack, and possibly not the last. What they had was fragile now, but they had a gift for being delicate with one another.

The silence hung between them, a wretched, discomfiting presence that had never been there before. Both not quite sure what to say, not quite sure where this put them. She watched Rhysand’s lower lip quiver, understood that it was from the strain of not burdening her with his own turmoil over the situation.

Feyre tutted as she threw her arms around him, recognizing the signs of his crumbling. Rhys bowed his head in shame, burying his face into her chest.

“I’m sorry,” he gasped against her, releasing a sob of his own. “I’m sorry it couldn’t have been you. I wanted it to be you. I’m a failure of a husband, for putting you through this.”

“You are an excellent husband,” Feyre protested, threading her fingers through his hair soothingly. Her voice was still raw. “I don’t blame you for this, Rhys. I love you just the same.”

He lifted his head so their tear-stained faces were level. His eyes were red-rimmed and puffy, still glistening in silver. “What do we do now?”

They clung to each other so tightly, as if they pressed hard enough they could redirect fate, could mold their souls together and correct the misdeed of the Cauldron.

“I don’t know,” Feyre answered, burying her face in his shoulder as if it would hide her from the truth of the world. “I suppose we have no choice but to keep going. We’ll find our footing again. Together. And if we don’t… well, maybe we can wish on the stars.”

There was a huff of air at her ear. A laugh, she guessed, or something like it, something wry and humorless. Rhys moved underneath her, and Feyre pulled away to watch in confusion as her husband rose to his feet.

He extended his hand towards her. Curious, Feyre accepted, allowing him to pull her to her feet. In a blink, they were on the rooftop, beneath the stars. She hadn’t even realized the sun had set until she was staring up at the impossibly bright cosmos.

“Where better to find our footing than under those very stars?”

She turned to him, and Rhys was staring at her the way he had on starfall, all those centuries ago. Staring at her as if she were the brightest star in the sky, as though he looked to Feyre to cast his wishes.

“Will you dance with me, wife?”

Not convinced she was capable of speech, Feyre nodded. Using the hand he still held, Rhys twirled her into his arms. And though no music played, they found their own rhythm, lost in the cadence of each other, spinning endlessly under the stars.

As they swayed under the endless expanse of sky and starlight, Feyre mused how even the brightest of stars eventually burned out, but that didn’t make them any less worth wishing on. That didn’t mean they weren’t worth fighting for.

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#ask #prompt request #feysand #acotar #feysand fic #acotar fic #pro feyre #pro rhys #angst galore #bittersweet as heck #acotar fanfiction

[claybrownie7566]

Sky and Sun

This is literally just me being weak for the Skyward Sword duo. Here are a bunch of little one shots! Hope you enjoy! (Yes, I do have a favorite, it's the last one)

1. Welcome home

Sky had barely stepped through the portal when he started running. Immediately as the purple mist released him he was off. There were shouts of confusion behind him, but he didn't care. He knew this place, this ground, this air.

He knew it because it was his.

He knew it because it was hers.

A hand gripped his collar, stopping him in his tracks and making him cry out.

"Let me go Twi please."

The rancher gave him a knowing smile before releasing his grip on Sky's tunic.

"Alright, but dont get too far ahe- ok"

Twilight didn't get to finish. Sky bolted down the path toward the big open space near the jumping platform.

And there she was.

"ZEL!" He shouted, unable to contain his excitement, "ZEL IM HERE! IM HOME!"

She turned abruptly at the sound of her name, locking eyes with him as he ran toward her. She gasped and her big bright beautiful smile was the only thing he could see.

He barreled into her, almost knocking them both to the ground. She laughed, clear and sweet, and he took her in.

"What on Earth! I didn't know you were coming ho-"

He wrapped his arms around her and kissed her, cutting her off. It had been so long, so very long since he had been here. Right here where he belonged in her arms. He kissed her the way he had wanted to since the moment he left. Nice and proper without a care in the world. She wound her arms around his neck, and they both smiled.

There were catcalls and whoops from the distance, and Sky pulled away to look. He let out a booming laugh when he found his companions a little ways off making a ruckus. Sun burst out laughing along with him, both of them turning the shade of Sky's Loftwing.

The group neared, and Sky apologized for leaving them in the dust. Sun shook everyone's hands and gave hugs. They had all met before, but it had been a long while. Most of the town had gathered aswell, forming a welcoming committee that he was sure would stay until he left. He held tight to Sun's hand as their group began walking into town. Sky didn't think he would ever stop smiling.

It was nice being home.

2. Still healing

"I didn't know lightning could do this to a person" she said softly.

"Good. I'm glad. This easily could've been you."

"I'd rather be struck a thousand times than see you like this"

"And I'd rather die than have you get struck once."

She rolled her eyes playfully, accepting her defeat, "I know you would."

He took her hand, and moved his thumb across her fingers, spreading them out and kneading her palm.

"Does anything help?" She asked.

"No, but it's alright. I don't mind it."

She swiped his bangs from his eyes, "how can you not mind?"

He smiled, placing a kiss to her knuckles, "because it was all for you."

3. Prouder than they'll ever know

"Zel?" He asked quietly.

She turned, dusting the dirt off her hands and rising to stand in front of him.

"Yes?"

Sky smirked. The front of her dress was covered in mud from the garden. He lifted a hand and brushed a smudge off her chin with the pad of his thumb.

"I told you about how all of us are spread out across time right? Me and all the others?"

She raised an eyebrow skeptically, "yes I remember...where are you going with this exactly?"

Sky didn't know. He absulolutley did not know. How was he supposed to tell her they were supposed to have a future together and literally start a civilization? He silently cursed Legend for telling him about their paintings in the castle. He also cursed the records book Dusk had shown them when they visited Twilight's home.

"Yes?" She prodded.

Sweet Hylia it's hot out today.

"Zelda" he took a deep breath, "we were shown some really cool record books and paintings. There were so many it was incredible. You...you would've loved it."

She smiled and threaded her arm through his, pulling him into a slow walk beside her.

"You're right, oh I would've loved to pour over all those books!"

Sky nodded, "yes it was amazing. But Zelda it was interesting because...well we were In the books."

Zelda's eyes widened, "you mean our names were in a history book? How far in the future is it? Who has it? Who else is in there?"

She started to ramble, her words getting more and more excited the more she talked.

Goddesses above he loved her.

"Zelda?"

She paused, and tilted her head to the side in question. Her golden hair slipped over her shoulder and her eyes sparkled in the sunlight.

"Yes Link?"

"They were in the history books together. Our names" he smiled, "always side by side. And underneath our names were the names of every king and queen who had ruled the surface world up until...our great, great, great, great, great granddaughter Zelda the IIV. Or as we call her, Dusk. And the books stop, but there are countless more after her. Including Wild's Zelda, who is so far in the future the books crumbled to dust. But Zel....they're all ours. Every single one of them." He took her face in his hands, letting his eyes drink in the sight of her, "I see you in their faces, and in their eyes and I'm awestruck every time. And oh how I've loved them. And I know you'd love them too."

Zelda had a dreamy, far away look in her eyes. Undoubtedly she was thinking about all of it. A small smile crept onto her face and then she beamed at him so brightly and so joyfully he thought the sun might never set again. She looped her arms around his waist and pressed her head against his chest.

Sky thought he might actually weep. He hugged her tight, basking in the happiness and warmth of this moment.

"They are brave and kind and good, and they carry your blood Zelda....our blood. They pass down the powers of the goddess and they are there to help the hero, always stepping up when no one else would."

"They sound wonderful" she said.

"They are" he said, "they all are. I am so happy I got to meet them. To meet their heroes and learn their stories."

Zelda peered up at him, happy tears starting to pool in her eyes.

"If you see any of them again....when you see them again, that is...tell them I'm so proud. Tell them I'm so proud of them."

Sky smiled and let out a content sigh.

"I will."

#linked universe #lu sky #lu sun #sky and sun