#ruttin’

[elkenbulwark]

"So if it is not 'young Sir'; how am I suppose to refer to you?" Mars voice was as alwyays stern and her word direct, as if she was giving orders. There was however a hint of a amused shimmer in the womans red eyes and the wisp of a smile curling around her left tusks that showed that she was indeed teasing. Which also might was noticeable in the little pause Mar made befor delivering the horrible end of the very horrible joke: "Young mister?" @halforc-mercenary

His teeth were already grinding at the first 'young sir' of the evening, so it was with great gusto that he wheeled around to fling just what he thought of the awfully appointed title in the form of a look that perfectly encompassed all the components of a branding- a poor attempt at concealing a grimace, grinding teeth, and the subtle hint of betrayal found within eyes not promised when exactly the hot rod would fall. Oh, and fall it did with that not so helpful revision made so jovially on her part.

"Well, you could start with- oh, I dun'o..." A leather glove crinkled into a fist made by his side that no amount of clenching tight could still the tremble or two within. Only flinging it out to the side and extending his fingers seemed to do the trick. "...MY LIT'RAL NAME?" With a scowl, he shook his head to see if it would help clear the blood pooling into his face as he tucked his bottom lip under his tusks in an indignant pout that turned into a series of stabs at the air via the sharp ends. "-and I been an adult 9 years proper, I'll has ya know. Birvor '9 years proper' of House Cragdew."

#//he's ruttin' the air with his tusks ready to go- #//throw down w this young buck #halforc-mercenary #birkenzeisig

[somekindofpoet]

FilthX

Summary: X AU where Pearl isn't a homicidal maniac and R is the star everyone wants, including Lorraine

Word Count: 4.1K

Warnings: 18+ NSFW! Language, smut, strap-on sex

A/N: I think I've combined a least three asks/requests into this little guy, so its for all of you who asked for Lorraine. The pacing is absolutely out of control and self serving, and that just is what it is

This was art. Primal and undomesticated, animalistic artistry. People turned their noses up at it in public, but in private, everyone knows just how fast their own pants can come unzipped.  Everyone watches porn or has at some point in their lives, and anyone who says they haven’t, well, they’re just outright lying to you. 

It’s not like it was your dream to get naked and fuck on camera, but it paid the bills. And it was fun, that much was true. You were 21 when Wayne, Bobby, and Maxine found you, working as a wrangler for rodeos on the west side of Texas. They took one look at you, with your broad shoulders and tapered waist, and knew you’d be an instant success. They propositioned you, promising you wouldn’t have to do anything you didn’t want to and that Bobby would rock your world. You went with them that night and never went back to the rodeo. 

Now, Wayne has this great idea to film at some guesthouse in the country, and he’s hired a pretentious film student called RJ to record what he’s promising will be a universal success. A tasteful, dramatically shot film of the picturesque countryside and cunts. But the thing that’s really caught your attention is who tags along beside RJ. You can’t tell if she’s his girlfriend or not, but you don’t really care because the girl is absolutely stunning. 

When she climbs into the van behind RJ, you don’t even hide the fact that you can’t stop staring. She tucks herself into the corner, quiet and shy, her eyes wide behind the dark curtain of hair falling around her face. You can feel Bobby watching you, a knowing smirk on her face. Jackson slaps your knee, grinning ear to ear. 

“Don’t you go barkin' up the wrong tree now y/n, some girls are too good for you.” He says, making Bobby giggle.

“Oh, I don’t know, Jackson, I think she could convince just about any girl to set aside her halo,” Bobby says, eyeing the girl behind RJ. 

RJ frowns over his glasses, pushing them up the bridge of his nose with his knuckle, and glances back at the girl. “Lorraine here volunteered to help me with the film, that’s all.” 

Maxine turns around in the front seat, eyeing Lorraine, “Oh, I’m sure she did. Tell us, mouse, you ever done somethin like this before?”

Lorraine’s lips turn down in apparent distaste, and she shakes her head no. Maxine’s eyes light up, and a condescending smirk stretches across her lips. You brace yourself, knowing she’s going to eat this poor girl alive.

“You don’t like pornography, mouse? You tellin' me you ain’t never seen two beautiful bodies, ruttin together and just felt all hot and bothered? Enough to slip those pretty little fingers in-“

“Enough Maxine,” you interrupt, noticing pink creeping up Lorraine’s neck, turning the tips of her ears red.

Maxine gives you an exasperated look and sighs, “You know mouse, if you are gonna give it a spin, y/n is the ride of a lifetime.”

You roll your eyes, and Jackson playfully slaps the side of Maxine’s chair, “Maxine, you told me I was the ride of a lifetime just yesterday!” He exclaims, sticking his bottom lip out in staged hurt.

You bark out a laugh and kick him, “No way Jackson, you slept with my girl?”

“Your girl?” He cries, “These ladies are all mine!”

“Please, both of you belong to us, if anything.” Bobby retorts, smacking on her bubblegum and twirling her blonde hair between her fingers.

The three of them continue to bicker, but you carefully remove yourself from the conversation to shoot Lorraine a soft smile. She gives you the smallest of nods and looks down at the equipment in her hands. RJ narrows his eyes at you but quickly averts them when you smile at him, flexing your arm discreetly. 

The van turns down a long dirt road, marking your arrival to the promised countryside. Wayne parks aside the farmhouse, and you all clamber out, gathering your luggage and helping with the film equipment. Wayne sorts out your arrangements with the old man sitting on the porch, and you all make your way to the small guest house. On the walk over, you can hear RJ nagging Lorraine about carrying her weight and wince when you hear him call her a prude. You consider standing up for her but decide against it, you hardly even know them, and you don’t want to stick your nose in someone else’s shit. 

Bobby, on the other hand, is more than happy to stick her nose in. She hooks her arm through RJs, her hands unsurprisingly empty of any luggage or equipment. She strokes his arm and giggles at him, wrapping him around her finger. She pulls him ahead of the group, batting her eyelashes and picking at his shirt, leaving you and Lorraine to bring up the rear. You smile down at her, and she glances up at you, quickly looking down at her feet.

“Don’t listen to Maxine,” you tell her, dragging your feet to slow your pace down to hers, “she gets territorial.”

Lorraine readjusts her grip on the box she’s carrying and shrugs, “It’s okay. And I never said I thought what y’all are doin is wrong.”

You tilt your head at her, “Your face kinda said it for ya, gorgeous.” 

The box in her arms slips, and she stumbles, trying not to drop it. She’s blushing again, you see it creeping up her neck when she tosses her hair to the side over her shoulder. 

“It’s not that,” she clarifies, “she called me mouse.”

“Ah,” you say, your eyebrows raising in realization, “yeah, I guess that wasn’t the nicest nickname to slap on ya, was it? Hey, you need help with that?” 

You stop and tuck the two suitcases in your hands under your arm, offering your empty hand out to help her. She fumbles with the box again, trying to get a better grip, and gives up, nodding her head. You scoop it from her hands easily, wrapping one arm around it and continuing to walk. She falters for a moment, watching you carry everything. 

She jogs a few steps to catch up, and looks up at you, “You been with them long?”

“Few years, why?”

“You seem…different. From them.” 

You snort, “What, like, not depraved?”

She shrugs, her arms swinging out wide as she tries to keep pace with you, “Yeah, I guess. Quieter.”

“Oh don’t you worry, I can be as debauched as the rest of them. I usually just save that for when there’s far less clothing.” You wink at her with a grin, making her blush again.

“So what they were sayin…” she hesitates, “about you…”

You stay silent, quietly choosing to force her into speaking the question you already know she’s asking. Forcing her out of her comfort zone. 

She chews at the inside of her lip, “Do you film with Jackson at all?” She asks, beating around what she really wants to ask.

You chuckle, “Oh no, honey, he couldn’t handle me on his best day. Besides, Bobby and Maxine are much prettier’n he is.”

“So…how-“ she cuts herself off, her brow furrowed.

You stop in front of the door, turning to face her, “I have my ways. Why? You curious, Lorraine?” You drawl her name out, pressing your tongue hard against your teeth, your eyebrow raised. 

She takes a sharp breath in, her mouth opening and closing as she sorts through her justification for asking. She’s saved by Wayne, who throws the screen door open from the inside.

“Y/n, let’s go! I wanna get this first scene done before the sun sets.”

You nod at him and turn back to Lorraine, winking at her again, “Duty calls.”

——

The bedroom is set up with a camera sitting on a tripod at the foot of the bed. RJ is standing behind it, tapping his foot nervously. Lorraine hovers in the corner, the boom mic resting on her shoulder. The scene Wayne wants to film is between you and Bobby, with heavy involvement from a particularly large dildo strapped to your waist. The scene plays out, you know the acting is horrific, but that’s not the point of the movie. 

The point is quickly made when your pants are dropped around your ankles and the dildo springs out. You go through the motions, stripping Bobby down and railing her, stopping when you’re told so they can change the camera angle, and then starting back up on Wayne’s command. Bobby is more enthusiastic than usual, and not for any lack of effort on your part. But you think it has something to do with proving Maxine’s point to Lorraine, who is trying her very best not to tremble under the boom. 

You catch yourself glancing over at her, listening to Bobby moan, and you begin to really put on a show. She’s bent over the bed, one of your hands on her waist and the other pressing between her shoulder blades. 

“CUT CUT CUT!” Wayne’s voice brings you to a screeching halt making Bobby whine into the mattress. 

You look over your shoulder at him, releasing her hips, “What the fuck man, she’s almost there!” 

“Yeah what’s the deal Wayne, y/n is giving the fucking performance of a lifetime,” Bobby says, breathless.

“You keep looking away from her, it’s taking away from the scene,” RJ grumbles.

Maxine laughs from the doorway, her arms crossed over her chest “I think the church mouse has her distracted.”

Wayne looks at you and runs his hand over his chin, “You gonna focus any time soon y/n, or do we need to switch you out with Jackson?”

“No fuckin way!” You reply, gripping Bobby’s hips again, “Roll your god damned camera and let me finish my job.”

Wayne rests his hands on his hip, nodding, “That’s what I thought. Now let’s wrap this up. Bobby, you know what to do.”

———

The group has settled into the living room, clothes returned, and cameras off. You finished the scene without another glance in Lorraine’s direction, and Bobby did her job in the way only she could. You knew the scene was going to be amazing, and you were feeling proud of yourself. Cheap whiskey is poured into small paper cups, and everyone is in good spirits. 

The conversation gradually turns to the morals of making pornography and the lesson you’ve all learned about taking your youth for granted. The talk seems to spark something in Lorraine, she takes a sip of her whiskey and leans forward, eyes bright.

“I want to do a scene in the movie.”

The room goes quiet, all eyes are turned to her. You fight every urge in you not to smile like a schoolboy who’d found a puppy on his doorstep. Bobby grins at you, and Maxine pushes your leg with her foot from the end of the couch. A shadow passes over RJs face, his feelings clear on the matter.

“You can’t be in the movie Lorraine.”

“Why not?” She asks, cocking her head in challenge.

Maxine pipes up, “Yeah, RJ, why not?”

“She just can’t.” He says, gritting his teeth.

Bobby frowns, “You told me she ain’t your girlfriend no more, RJ. And even if she was, you don’t get to tell her what to do.”

RJ’s jaw drops open, unable to form words. Lorraine looks smug and flashes a grateful smile at Bobby. You’re full-on smiling now, giddy at the thought of seeing this play out.

Wayne lightly slaps Maxine’s leg with a smile, “You wanna take Jackson for a ride then, church mouse?”

Jackson laughs, “Oh no sir, she don’t want me.”

You wink at Jackson, thankful for his deflection. Wayne nods solemnly and looks over at you.

“What you think y/n, you wanna take that big boy between your legs for another spin?”

You throw back the rest of the whiskey, wincing at the taste, “I think I can find it in me.”

RJ stands, “We can’t film it tonight, the lighting is bad.”

“Hm,” Wayne hums, squinting out the dark window, “he ain’t wrong. How’s about we plan for tomorrow, that work for you, church mouse?”

Lorraine swallows the last of her drink and shrugs, nodding, “Guess it’ll have to.”

——

When you drop into your bed for the night, you fall asleep almost instantly. Work always did that to you, siphoned off any gas you had in the tank, and left you dead tired. The whiskey made you feel pleasantly heavy, and you sank into a sweet, dream-filled sleep. 

You weren’t sure how long you had been out, but you woke slowly. It took you a moment to figure out where you were, the silver moonlight washing into the window and the thin cotton blanket scratching at your chin. You blink a few times, trying to figure out what woke you up, but a weight shifting on the bed behind you told you what you needed to know. You roll onto your back, half expecting to see RJ there with a steak knife to your throat. 

You rub your eyes with your knuckles to ensure you were seeing what you thought you were seeing. Lorraine was crawling into your bed, wearing nothing but a yellow bra and panties. Something cold lands on your stomach, and you look down to see your strap-on rising and falling on your belly with your breathing.

“Lorraine?” You say, your voice raspy with sleep.

“Put it on.” Is all she replies, sitting back on her heels next to your elbow.

“What?” Your sleep-muddled brain is struggling to catch up.

“Put the thing on,” she gestures to your strap-on, her eyes wide and her lips parted.

Your brows knit together in confusion, “We ain’t filmin til the mornin'.”

She sighs, “If you don’t want to, I can go back to my room.”

You blink hard again and finally realize that she’s really there and she’s really asking what she’s asking. She moves to get off the bed, but you reach out and grab her by the elbow. You push yourself up the bed, sitting against the headboard, the strap-on sliding off to your side. Her eyes flit down to your exposed chest, and you smirk, proud to show her your body again. She reaches out timidly, her hands shaking with the slightest tremble. You watch her face as she runs her fingers down your stomach, tracing over the hard-set lines between the muscle there. She licks her lips and looks back into your eyes, catching you with a smirk on your lips. 

You pull her into you gently, your hand on the back of her neck, and kiss her. She’s stiff, unsure at first. You pull back and look into her eyes, searching for a signal not to continue. She leans forward further and kisses you again, her lips softer and her hands wandering. Through cracked eyelids, you see hers close, and you pull her in closer. She swings one leg over you, sitting in your lap, her hands running over your shoulders. 

You run your fingers down her spine, sending goosebumps across her skin. Your hands find purchase on her hips as you pull her closer, encouraging her to grind into your lap. She whimpers into your lips, and your heart begins to pound. You’re a little taken aback at your own excitement. You had sex for a living, and you enjoyed it, but this felt different. This wasn’t for everyone else to enjoy, this was for the two of you only. You hardly knew this girl, and yet, you found yourself being impossibly gentle with her. 

She breaks your lips apart and leans back, reaching for the dildo at your side. She bites her lip, evaluating it, and looks back at you.

“You don’t have to, you know.” You say softly, reaching out to tuck her hair behind her ear. 

“I want to,” she says and hands over the harness. 

You take it from her, your lips curling up in a devious smirk. You push her to the side and flip her onto her back, your knees between her legs. Her breath leaves her in a huff when her back hits the mattress. You work at sliding the harness on, tightening the buckles, and ensuring it won’t move. When your eyes return to her face, she looks positively delicious. Edible even. Her eyes are heavy lidded, her full lips parted and pouty, her skin bright in the moonlight. She waits for you, her arms above her head, completely surrendered to you. 

Your tongue wets your lips as you take her in, allowing the tension to build between you. You lean forward on your hands and press a kiss into her stomach just below her bra, your tongue lazily tasting her skin. She gasps and winds her fingers into your hair, your tongue making its journey over the plane of her stomach. Her breathing quickens when you reach her hip bones, her stomach twitching under your mouth. You glance up to meet her dark eyes and pull her panties down her legs. She whines when you kiss the inside of her thigh, pushing her legs open further. Her fingers tighten in your hair, pulling at your scalp.

You kiss up her leg, drawing small sounds of excitement out of her above you, encouraging you. The sweet, musky smell of her arousal fills your senses, sharpening your mind to a razor point. You run your palms up the tops of her thighs and press down on her hips, driving her into the mattress as you run your tongue through her. A quiet, throaty moan leaves her lips, your touch surprising her. You work into her entrance, savoring every centimeter of her on your tongue. You pull out and drag it flat across her clit, the pressure soft and exploratory. Her hand leaves your hair and retreats to the pillow, where she grips the cotton until her knuckles are white.

You lick a stripe from her entrance over her clit again, working her up. You don’t want her to cum from this, you just want to get her going. You wrap your lips around the swollen bundle of nerves and suck on it, loving the way her back arches off the bed when you do it. She’s dripping down onto the mattress, and you decide it’s enough, to begin with, so you lift your head and kiss the inside of her thigh. Your crawl up her body and her hands are reaching for you, pulling your face down into a feverish kiss. She groans at her own taste on your tongue, her fingers right around the back of your neck. The dildo drags up her thigh, making her whimper into your mouth, one of her hands racing down your back to grip at your ass. 

Just when you thought you knew what she wanted, she’s pushing you over, flipping you on your back. You help her and swing around, pulling her to sit on your stomach as you fall back. She’s hot and wet on your belly, rutting against the ridges of your abs. Before she can get much further, you sit up and wrap your hands behind her back, kissing her chest and unhooking her bra in one fell swoop. She lets it fall to the side and pushes you onto your back, leaning over you, her hair falling into your face. She kisses you quickly and then pulls back, lifting her hips and gripping the base of the dildo in her hand beneath her. Your teeth dig into your bottom lip, watching her rub the tip around her entrance, coating it in her slick.

She sits slowly on it, letting it sink into her inch by inch, one hand pressing on your chest, the other holding the dildo in place. When her hips settle into yours, the whole toy inside of her, she sighs. It makes you feel like an explosion, fragments of what you thought you knew ripping out and embedding themselves into the walls of the room. Your mouth drops open when she runs her fingers down your body and then up her own. She rolls her hips forward, rocking them up on the backstroke. You’d always found strap-on sex extremely satisfying, but for the first time, you’re wishing you could feel everything. You’d give your left arm to feel the toy being gripped inside of her. The thought nearly takes your breath away. 

She begins to move in earnest, the muscles in her legs flexing as she rocks over your hips. When she runs her hand into her own hair, her fingers combing it out of her face, you feel the itch to have her closer. You reach out and settle for holding her hips, pushing and pulling her as you begin to roll your own, keeping the timing and rhythm perfectly on her pace. You slide one hand from her hip over her stomach, up to her nipple, and roll your fingertip over it, her hips moving faster. The lewd sound of skin slapping on skin fills the room, only broken up by your occasional grunting and her soft moaning. 

She shudders and drops down on her hands over your body, panting, a bead of sweat rolling from her neck to the hollow of her throat. You watch it puddle there, rocking side to side with the movement of your bodies. You bend your knees and plant your feet into the bed, giving yourself support to properly fuck her from underneath, rocking her forward with every thrust. A low groan tears out of her throat, too loud for a quiet, sleeping house. You pull her down into a kiss to silence her, forcing her whining down to a more appropriate timbre. 

Your arms wrap around her back, and you hold her weight as you sit up with her in your lap, still riding you. She rests her arms over your shoulders, her fingers pressing into the muscles in your back. Her fingertips soon turn into nails, the stinging making you gasp. She drops her head on your shoulder, holding you tight. Her hips jerk off her cadence, her breathing uneven and shallow. Her teeth dig into the skin of your shoulder, making you groan in her ear. She releases you and throws her head back, using the back of your neck to anchor herself. 

Her body freezes up, her hips moving in choppy strokes. You can feel her dripping around the toy inside of her, running down your legs. It’s enough to send a perfectly sane person off the edge, and you’re suddenly aware of why people were able to be seduced into cults. Her body was an altar, and you were drinking her in like holy water, content to die of thirst if she so wished it. She collapses against your chest, and you fall back into the pillows. You give her time to recover, letting her catch her breath and cool off as she put the puzzle of her mind back together. Eventually, she lifts herself off the dildo and rolls to your side, her head resting on your chest. 

As much as you want to continue touching her, you want the harness off your hips more. It was squeezing you in an unpleasant pinch, and the hours you’d spent in it meant chafing had begun. You carefully unbuckle it without moving her from your chest and push it down to your knees. You use your feet to wriggle out of it and kick it off the end of the bed, sighing in relief. 

Lorraine places her hands on top of one another over your chest and rests her chin on them, looking up at you, “I imagined it was gonna be good,” she says, a sleepy drawl in her voice, “but I had no idea it’d be like that.”

You yawn and take a lock of hair between your fingers, twirling it around them and rubbing it with your thumb, “You should give yourself credit where credit is due, you rocked that like it was your business.”

She smiles, her eyes crinkling, “Tomorrow it’ll be my business, tonight was just because I wanted to.”

Your eyes are sliding shut in spite of yourself, the whiskey and exertion settling into your bones again. Lorraine presses a kiss on your ribs and pushes herself up. You crack your eyes open and shake your head, your hand resting on her back.

“Stay.” You tell her, closing your eyes again. 

She takes a moment to consider, then pulls the blankets back and crawls under them, covering you with the other end. Just before you fall into the abyss of sleep, you feel her press her nose into your neck, drape her arm and a leg over your body, and you’re out like a light.

#lorraine day x reader #lorraine day #x movie #tara carpenter #vada cavell #phoebe atwell #jenna ortega x fem!reader #jenna ortega x y/n #jenna ortega x reader

[whereireid]

* ੈ✩‧₊˚ — 𝐖𝐇𝐀𝐓 𝐁𝐔𝐍𝐍𝐘 𝐖𝐀𝐍𝐓𝐒, 𝐁𝐔𝐍𝐍𝐘 𝐆𝐄𝐓𝐒 - 𝐀𝐕𝐀𝐓𝐀𝐑 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓

𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: 𝐦𝐢𝐥𝐞𝐬 𝐪𝐮𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐜𝐡 𝐱 𝐟𝐞𝐦!𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐱 𝐣𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐬𝐮𝐥𝐥𝐲

— warnings: nsfw content ! threesome, established relationship [quaritch's human mate] fingering, oral sex [m recieving], p in v, creampie. PSA: YOU ARE RESPONSIBLE FOR YOUR OWN MEDIA CONSUMPTION. THIS CONTENT IS CONSIDERED MATURE. 18+ ! If any of these topics trigger you, please do not indulge in this content! please dni - this content is 18+ and is under my #WOMNSFW tag.

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Warmth licks at your skin like an open flame. Hands that are not yours touch your body, brush over your curves like they’ve known you forever. It’s been a while since you’ve felt like this - so utterly exposed, so violated, and yet so attended to. The mellow breeze from your compromised position on the seashore brushes coldly against your breasts, and you groan as a finger glides over your already hard nipple, pinching at the sensitive bud softly.

“You been thinkin’ bout me, sweet girl?” Jake asks from above you, and you assume that it’s his fingers which are softly trailing over your breasts, rolling your nipple between his thumb and index finger skillfully. 

You’re warm. So warm. Cozy and comfortable, having been softly placed into the sand on your hand and knees. Exposed. Ready. Wanting. Positioned between two avatars, whose bodies are so disproportionately large compared to yours. Goosebumps lick at every inch of your skin as your mate, who sits behind you - legs on either side of yours - gently slides a finger through your slits, grinning to himself as your body jolts at the unexpected touch.

“Oh, she most certainly has been thinkin' bout you,” Quaritch drawls, speaking for you as he parts your slits softly, blowing cool air against your cunt. It sends a shock throughout your system, similar to that if you were just thrown into freezing water. “This little bunny’s been so busy, ruttin’ against me like the horny little thing she is, all whilst thinkin’ of you.”

For once, Quaritch is not manhandling you. Rather, he's being gentle, watching carefully as you’re being played with by someone you originally thought to be his rival. Jake is so soft with you - so delicate, as though you could break if handled too harsh. As though you are fine china, porcelain; a flower that has begun to wilt. He is all too aware of your small, human frame, and how easily you could break if pushed too hard. Jake presses a soft kiss to your head, his hands cupping your breasts carefully, letting out a soft hum of approval as your face flushes with warmth.

“You’re a lucky man,” Jake breathes, and Quartich simply shrugs from behind you, his finger gliding up your slick, before toying with the hole of your cunt. You mewl pathetically - buck your hips against him, but he simply moves his fingers away. God damnit. “The perfect little mate. I bet she dotes on your every need.”

Jake’s eyes are so dilated that you can only just see the sunset yellow of his eyes. His pupils are so blown, so focused on you as his hands trail up from your chest to your lips, his thumb softly entering your mouth, darting the digit across your teeth. They're so dull compared to his, not sharp at all, not dangerous. And whilst he doing this - toying with your mouth, making sure you suck on his thumb pathetically - Quaritch is sliding two fingers inside of your cunt, ears twitching eagerly as you moan heartily at his intrusion.

Quaritch nudges your legs slightly farther apart, whistling in approval as he stares down at your glistening cunt. “You’re right. She’s just the most perfect little mate. Gives me everything I ask for. Ain’t that right, pretty girl?” He calls from behind you, satisfied as you nod your head eagerly. Quaritch’s fingers curl inside of you, the blue skin of his fingers glistening with your slick. “So, I thought it was only fair to give her what she wants. I’m good like that, huh, bunny?”

You hum in response because you can’t actually speak. Physically, you're unable to string together a coherent sentence, rather opting to suck on Jake’s digits needily, watching as his eyelids flutter shut lustfully as he slowly glides his fingers in and out of your mouth. “How good is she at sucking cock, Quaritch?” Jake asks, flattening his fingers on your tongue and forcing them further down your mouth, humming as your throat constricts around him.

“Oh, I’d say pretty damn good,” your mate says, smiling as you buck against him needily. Quaritch’s fingers feel so good as they curl inside of you, brushing deliciously against the sensitive spot inside of your cunt. “But she ain’t really one for suckin’ on her own accord. She likes it when you use her like a little whore, fuck her throat like she ain't good for nothin' else. Don’t you, darlin’?”

And as if to agree with him, you wiggle your ass eagerly, pathetically, and Quaritch coos in response. His fingers work inside of you effortlessly, yet so wonderfully - nudging against the sensitive spot in your cunt with every curl of his fingers, and you can’t help but clench down around him. It feels perfect - feels so good to be used like this.

Your stomach flutters slightly as Quaritch curls his fingers against you again, fucking your cunt with his digits eagerly, and he chuckles, mockingly. “She’s gonna cum all over my fingers. Take a good look at her when she does,” he says, ears pinning backwards as you clench down around him again. So tight that it’s hard to keep rolling his fingers back and forth, but it’s somehow still manageable, and your belly floods with warmth, your legs beginning to tremble.

It would be so hard to keep yourself upright if you didn’t have Jake and Quaritch either side of you - they support you as your body begins to grow weightless and you cry out, your cum painting Quaritch’s fingers, a ring of white arousal forming around of his knuckles.

He doesn’t have to fuck you through it. He doesn’t even try. You bounce on his fingers, roll your hips against them, all whilst greedily sucking Jake’s digits, your eyelashes batting up at him, your eyes wide and starry.

“She ready yet?” Jake asks, not really concerned about whether or not you are ready anymore, because he is so hard that he actually hurts. And Quaritch watches on - amused, as you bounce on his fingers like the desperate bunny you are, unaware that Jake’s loincloth is now abandoned to the floor, his cock now pressed against the side of your face.

“She was ready weeks ago.”

The affirmation is enough for Jake. He draws his fingers out from your mouth, and you gaze at him hazily, pouting, your eyes still starred over and dazed from where Quaritch had forced an orgasm out of you. And Jake’s eyes trail over towards the other man - who's watching him lazily, his fingers still set in the same position, your hips grinding so your cunt can glide up and down his digits.

Your tongue comes out to slide against the tip of Jake’s cock when he slaps it against your face. It’s different to Quaritch’s - slightly smaller, but slightly girthier, and it appears to be more ribbed. But the color is the exact same - the tip is purple, faint dribbles of pre-cum leaking from it, before the skin begins to transcend into a blue, which is just a slightly lower hue than the rest of Jake's skin.

“Quaritch,” you murmur, your stomach growing fuzzy as you still your hips, your lips peppering soft kisses against Jake’s length in between your speech. “Want you inside of me.”

“I’m inside of you, bunny.”

His fingers curl inside of you in a deliberate, sleazy motion, and your body jolts slightly in response, and your nose nuzzles against Jake’s cock. “No. Want your cock.”

“Yeah, bunny? Want my cock fucking your cunt whilst Jake’s cock fucks your face?”

“Yes please, sir.”

“Well, shit,” Quartitch drawls, a chuckle rumbling in his chest as he complies, pulling his fingers out of your cunt with a satisfying squelch, “how am I supposed to say no when you ask me so nicely, bunny?”

It happens all at once. Like they’re planning it - and maybe they are, but maybe they’re not, and to be honest you don’t really care. Quaritch glides into you easily, and your cunt flutters against him - clenching down on him so tightly that his balls actually twitch, ready to spill his cum already. He hasn’t fucked you in days, wanting you to be prepared and ready for today. Jake stares down at you, his eyes softening slightly as he fucks into your throat - no longer caring about whether or not it feels good for you.

Because Jake has been doting and caring, and soft. He’s loosened up your throat, got your mouth nice and wet for him, and now it’s time for him to treat you like how you want him to treat you.

Like a hole.

“So tight, bunny. This pretty little pussy of yours is milkin’ me dry already and I ain’t been inside of you that long,” Quaritch laughs, his cock rutting into you at a steady, smooth pace, ears twitching as he listens to the sound of your squelching cunt echo around the seashore, muffled slightly by the waves. “You're such a dirty little bunny, gaggin’ all up on that cock whilst you're squelchin' all round mine."

Holy shit, your throat hurts. Jake’s balls slap wetly against your chin, and it feels so degrading. Your spit is painting the skin of his cock a hue lighter, and you begin to grow dizzy as he uses you, unable to breathe. Your throat constricts around him, and Jake groans, his eyes blown and dark, your fingers splayed on his thighs in an attempt to push him away. Their pace is the same - the motion and speed of their hips is the exact fucking same. With each thrust of Quartich’s hips, you’re pushed closer toward Jake's, and you choke around him, your throat practically swallowing him, mouth stretched as you struggle to take his girth.

“You're such a sweet girl, letting me use your mouth like this,” Jake grunts, strings of incoherent curses spilling past his lips as he takes you, his tail thrashing softly behind him. “Takin’ me so good.”

You are taking him so well. You're taking both of them so well, and you're not used to being taken like this. Your stomach flutters with warmth as Quaritch rolls his hips, his cock fucking into your sensitive cunt, uncaring as you clench around him. He simply observes, watching as Jake intrusively fucks your mouth, watching as you drown in his cock and your own spit. You take Jake all in and you look a mess - a crying, shaking mess, and you buck your hips in an attempt to get away from your mate’s rutting hips. 

But Quaritch’s grip on you is so tight, so possessive, that you don’t stand a chance of getting away. Oh, no, no, no - you wanted this. You were the one biting your lip and fiddling with your hair as you were telling Quaritch all about how you kept dreaming about Jake Sully fucking you just like Quaritch does.

So, you’re going to take it. You’re a fluttery mess, floating on cloud nine, gagging and choking and whining. Quartich fucks you hard, his eyes fluttering shut as he listens to your squelching cunt and the moans which slip past your lips.

You feel stuffed. Quartich degradingly spits on your cunt, his fingers rolling against your clit, pinching the sensitive nub softly. And your hips shudder, which only makes your cunt tighten against him more. You’re so tight against him, and his rolling hips feel so good and perfect that your belly begins to drown with warmth. You are drowning in the heat from both of their bodies, and your eyes prickle with tears as the slap noises from Jake's balls hitting your soppy chin echo around the seashore.

"You’re takin’ me so good, sweet girl," Jake reiterates, watching silent tears fall from your eyes. They’re enjoying this as much as you are - Quaritch, who is usually so possessive that he’d kill a man for even looking at you, is watching eagerly as your throat is fucked ruthlessly by Jake fucking Sully. 

Your mate groans, his eyes flickering down to watch your ring of arousal stain his blue cock white. You’re so perfect, taking him so well. He glides a hand under your stomach, hissing as he feels his cock intrusively press against your navel slightly because he’s just that big, and he presses sloppy, deliberate kisses against your back. "Bunny, baby, look at me, not at him," he grunts, groaning as you gaze at him with teary, cock-drunk eyes, your thighs shaking slightly as he rolls his hips against you. "That's it - oh that's my good little bunny. You like gagging on Jake's cock, baby?"

"Uh-huh," you murmur, and it's the only thing you can manage to squeeze out that isn't a moan or a squeak. Your throat feels so sore, so used, and yet you want more - you want Jake to cum and paint your tongue white with his thick, ropey seed.

You want it so badly. Quaritch coos as your thighs begin to shake against him. It's too much - it's all too much, and your lower belly floods with warmth as they take you, as they chase their own pleasure rather than focusing on yours - and you feel it coming. The coil pulls so tight that it snaps, and you cry out, your throat feeling abused as Jake speeds up. Your core floods with warmth, your clit throbbing and twitching as Quaritch rolls the sensitive bud through his fingers skillfully, your cunt clenching as you cum against Quaritch, hard, crying out in bliss.

“Good girl, yeah, cum all over me, bunny." Quaritch says, grinding his teeth together as he fucks your cunt more selfishly, groaning as your body falls limp and you struggle to hold yourself up as a result of your orgasm. "You gonna let your daddy cum in you? Gonna let him full you up same time Jake does?”

You hum, and it sends a vibration shooting across Jake’s cross. He groans, his hands slipping in your hair slightly. “Can I cum in your mouth, sweet girl?” Jake asks, ever-so-nicely, his eyes starry and wide, and how on Earth can you say no when he looks as pretty as he does? You flicker your tongue against his long, veiny shaft eagerly, and Jake groans, gliding in and out of your mouth quickly, his cock twitching until he’s pumping his thick, hot cum down your throat.

Quaritch watches. His hips roll into yours eagerly, his eyes not straying to watch your puffy pussy leak, but rather, he watches as you choke around Jake’s cock, the Na’vi wiping any excess from your lips and forcing it into your mouth. He’s so close - brushing against the sensitive spot inside of you constantly, having him clench down on you, and Quaritch's eyelids flicker shut because holy shit, you’re really deadset on milking him dry.

You cry out as Quaritch's hips roll into you once more before he stills, his body crushing yours. Legs weak, you shudder, with now only Jake keeping you up from completely melting into the ground. You feel your mate's cock twitch inside of you - feel him paint your walls with his thick, ropey seed, and a broken mewl slips past your lips as you pathetically pull Jake's cock out of your mouth.

"Oh sweet girl, you did so good," Jake coos from above you, wiping your teary eyes and spit-stained face. His cock is still hard, pressed against your cheek, but genuine concern warps his features, and his touch is soft, gentle, and borderline doting. "You took me so well."

"She liked takin' it, didn't you, bunny?" Quaritch asks, his hand palming your hand roughly, gliding out of your cunt, and watching as his cum seeps out of your hole and drips onto the sandy beach.

"I loved it, sir," you murmur, your voice hoarse and broken, and you nuzzle your head closer to Jake's thighs, breathing in his hearty scent. "Every minute."

"Yeah?" Quaritch raises a brow, parting your slits with his fingers so he can get a proper view of your pussy pumped full of his seed. "Well then, Jake, we might have to do this more often. What bunny wants, bunny gets."

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[landstedelesbian]

Zeus, to his siblings: You know what the chain of command is ? It's a chain I go get and beat you with until you uderstand who's in ruttin' command here !

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[dabisbratz]

hii >< i'm 🌸 anon !! d'you remember me ? we only interacted once and then i got busy w life but im back now and. i have so many oikawa thoughts he's so. <33

of course mdo !!! hi, petal !! mglad you’re back!! hope everythin’s been okay!!

would love to hear em !! n since mhere… ૮ ◜ᵕ◝ ㅅ ა

oikawa feels veryvery whiny t’me!! super entitled, always gets what he wants.. dramatic ! so when he wants to fuck you he’s never.. open about it. he expects you to jus.. get it. even when you’re busy !! grumblin n pantin in your ear, ruttin his hips against nothin but the fabric of his boxers n jeans till he can’t take it anymore n he’s snappy, pullin you in to press your palm against his cock n !! goin !! ‘i wanna be inside you so bad, c’mon, just the tip.. always feel so good around me, please’ all whiny n choked up cause he can’t stop rubbin your hand down onto his dick !!

#toybox—🌸

[rowarn]

your blog is just incredible ahh!! the cod boys getting the love the deserve!! but can we just take a minute to talk abt needy simon- like you're nowhere to be found and the poor bb just starts fucking himself into a pillow, reaching overstimulation so bad he starts like crying and then we catch him?? ur amazing ahhhh <333

thank u so mcuh im glad u enjoy my silly blog!!!

i think simon would do something like that with the intention of being caught. he knew you would enjoy seeing something so filthy as him rutting his hips into the pillow, jaw clenched and whites of his eyes visible.

you walk in and gasp, making him shoot you that cocky little grin.

"you weren't here when i needed you," he teases you, "had to resort to ruttin' on my pillow like a filthy mutt."

when you make to move forward to help him bc fuck, you want him real bad now. he tuts at you and glares, making you freeze in your place.

"nuh uh," he hisses, "you lost your chance. now you can watch me cum like this instead of inside you."

<3 he's a MEANIE!!!

#ask

[gem-likes-rdr]

He be ruttin and tootin

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[minhobgy]

𐙚 imaginin daddy walkin in on me bein bad 𐙚

hes gone at work n m home all needy . i cant resist touchin myself ! so i look for things to make me feel good

i get so desperate that i pull down my shorts and underwear and rub my bare cunt against the corner of a table . it feels even better than i imagined ! i get so lost in it that i don even notice daddy come into the room ૮₍˶ •. • ⑅₎ა

he catches me ruttin into the table and smirks . "go on u needy thing , i wont stop you . let daddy watch ." m so embarrassed but so horny ! so i keep goin , humpin and humpin and humpin my bare cunny against the now wet table °ʚ(*´꒳`*)ɞ°

when i cum my legs shake so much that i fall ! daddy watches and chuckles before he picks me up and cleans up for me . "im so sorry i left you alone and needy today . let daddy take care of everything . if you want , i can finally fuck ur needy little cunt ."

how could i pass that up ?! ٩(ˊᗜˋ*)و

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[genshinincorrectquotes]

Dottore: You know what the chain of command is? It’s the chain I go get and beat you with until you understand who’s in ruttin’ command here.

#Firefly #Genshin Impact #Incorrect Quotes #Dottore #The Doctor #Fatui #Zandik #The Second of the Eleven Fatui Harbingers

[poppitron360]

Every now and then a quote from an old obsession will pop into my head totally randomly with no context, like I'll sit bolt upright at 3am and say "D'ya know what the chain of command is? It's the chain I go get an' beat ya with 'till you understand who's in ruttin' command here." And then I'll go back to sleep.

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[leiawritesstories]

You did rowaelin teenagers, you did lysaedion teenagers, we all know this series won't be complete without elorcan teenagers...

then prepare yourselves for boy dad!Lorcan 👀👀

word count: 2,239

warnings: lots of language (they're Elorcan's kids), exhausted parents, injury

enjoy!

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"I swear to the ruttin' gods--" Lorcan grumbled, swinging himself out of his truck and striding across the parking lot, clicking the key fob to lock the doors. It took him less than a minute before he strode through the automatic doors, their quiet swish completely opposing his scowl, and approached the desk. "Salvaterre."

The curly-haired lady blinked. "Are you Salvaterre, or are you here for Salvaterre?"

Lorcan suppressed the foul thing that threatened to come out his mouth. "Sorry. I'm Lorcan Salvaterre, here for Daric Salvaterre. I got a call saying he'd been brought in?"

The receptionist typed a few things into her computer. "Ah yes, Mr. Daric Salvaterre was brought in by someone who said he was a friend. May I see ID, please? Just a formality." Lorcan handed over his driver's license. She glanced at it and nodded. "All right. Daric is in Room 27, go on back."

"Thanks." Lorcan took back his license and headed through the doors into the clinic, the sterile smells of cleaner and medicine hanging in the air. He followed the signs until he reached Room 27, where he knocked a couple times on the door to make sure he wouldn't walk in on a doctor talking to his son.

"Come in."

Lorcan opened the door, his eyes immediately shooting to his oldest son. "'Ric, you alright?" He crossed the small room in a step and a half. "Shit, kid, what happened?"

"Calm down, Dad," Daric protested, though he made no move to bat his father away. "I'm fine."

"That godsdamn boot says otherwise," Lorcan retorted.

"Fair enough." Daric shifted, wincing slightly. "Shit!"

"Shit," Lorcan echoed, instinctively catching hold of his son's shoulders. "Kiddo, you're scaring me."

"I'm not a kiddo," Daric grumbled, lips twitching. "I promise I'm gonna be fine, Dad, the doctor said nothing's broken."

"Then what's wrong?"

The boy sighed. "I had a...small accident at practice?"

"Bullshit." Lorcan raised one dark brow as he sat himself down in the uncomfortable chair. "What happened?"

"Ugh, shit, you see through everything," his son complained. "It was just during a scrimmage, I got a little too tangled up with my man and we both went down, but my skate caught on his and twisted my ankle."

Lorcan winced. "And they sent you to the damn ER for that?"

"Trainer referred me," Daric explained. "Said he couldn't be sure without a scan and there's sure as hell no X-ray machines or any of that shit at school."

"Okay." Some of Lorcan's raging stress subsided. "So someone drove you here and they got a scan and said it's just twisted?"

"Pretty much, yeah," Daric affirmed. "I just had to wait here 'cause I'm only sixteen and they won't let me check myself out."

"Cause you're still a kid." Lorcan half-smirked. "Right, is the doctor coming back?"

"Yeah, I think so."

Right on cue, there was another knock on the door.

"Come in!" Daric called.

Sure enough, it was the doctor, a couple of forms in his hand. "Mr. Salvaterre?" he asked, looking to Lorcan.

"That's me." Lorcan shook the doctor's hand. "I'm this uh...rash youngster's father."

"Dr. Hesper," the man replied. "I'm sure your son's already told you, but the injury isn't as serious as it could have been. It's sprained, and he shouldn't put weight on it for at least two days and definitely shouldn't be skating for at least a week, but as long as he keeps to those guidelines, he should be back on the ice within a couple weeks and back to training and competing in a month."

"Well, that's a relief." Lorcan flashed a half-grin at his son. "Any other instructions? Medicine, whatever else?"

"We're not prescribing pain medication," Dr Hesper replied. "It's not that serious of an injury. He can have ibuprofen, Tylenol, the standard over-the-counter pain relievers, and if it starts to swell, elevate and ice for twenty to thirty minutes on and thirty minutes off."

"Okay great, thanks again, doctor."

"Of course!" Dr. Hesper shook Lorcan's and Daric's hands again, told Daric he needed to use the crutches for a week, and headed out of the room. "You're all good to go, Salvaterres."

Lorcan helped Daric get situated with the crutches and took the forms, walking beside his son as they went back out to the truck. At the door, Daric stopped, unsure quite how to swing himself up.

"Give me a hand, Dad?" he finally asked, a little grumpily.

"Course." Lorcan took the crutches and boosted his son up on his good leg, helping him swing his injured leg into the truck so he wouldn't put weight on it.

"Thanks." Daric took the crutches back and leaned into the seat, closing his eyes.

It was a rather quiet drive home.

~

"Holy shit!" Elide yelped, practically sprinting out of the house and out to the pickup the second she saw her oldest son on crutches. She was at Daric's side almost before Lorcan could blink, brows creased with worry. "What happened?"

"I'm fine, Mom," Daric mumbled, hopping along.

Elide planted herself in front of her son and folded her arms across her chest. "Don't you give me that crap, Daric Callum Salvaterre. What. Happened?"

Her son gulped, the use of his full name very much communicating how serious his mom was. "I sprained my ankle at practice, doc said if I follow his rules, I should be back to playing in a month."

"So...not too serious?"

"No, Mom, it's not too serious," Daric huffed. "Can I go in now? I want to sit down."

She chose to interpret his curtness as him being in some degree of pain and stepped aside. "I'll get you some ibuprofen." And she did, bringing him the medicine and some water once he was settled on the couch. "Here."

"Thanks, Mom." Daric flashed her a soft smile, exhaustion written all over his face.

Elide reached out to brush the dark hair out of his eyes. "How long until you can get back on the ice?"

"I'm on crutches for a week, so a week until I can do anything at practice and probably two until I can actually go on the ice." He sighed, frowning. "Don't fuckin' like it, though."

"Language, son." She huffed a soft sigh herself. "I know it sucks, 'Ric, but please--"

"You don't know!" he interrupted, scowling now. "God, Mom, I get you want to be sympathetic but you don't bloody know!"

Arching one dark brow dryly, Elide merely sat down on the other couch and raised her right leg, pulling down her sock to expose the scar tissue at her ankle. "Oh?"

"Shit," Daric mumbled, his cheeks flushing. "Sorry, Mom, that was stupid of me."

"I forgive you," she murmured, standing back up and ruffling his overgrown hair. "Think before you speak, son of mine." her lips curled into a little grin. "Hungry?"

"Oh yeah, I--"

"DUDE!" A slightly younger dark-haired boy burst into the living room, staring unabashedly at his brother's boot. "Dude, that's DOPE, can I sign it?"

"Matt," Elide groaned, pinching the bridge of her nose, "are you serious?"

"What?" Matthias Salvaterre, fourteen years old and his big brother's biggest fan, shrugged. "Taran said Ric had a boot!"

"Good gods above," Elide sighed. "Matt, leave your brother alone for now, I'm sure you can sign his boot after dinner."

"Ugh, fine," Matt grumbled, turning around and loping back out towards the kitchen. "DAAAAAD! What's for dinner?"

"Why don't you find out?" Lorcan's amused rumble sounded from the kitchen.

Elide chuckled. "I'll go control them. You just call out if you need anything, k?"

"Okay." Daric resettled himself and grabbed his laptop from his backpack. "Thanks, Mom."

"Love you." And she headed to the kitchen to make sure her husband and second son weren't actively burning anything down.

~

"Gods burn me now," Lorcan groaned, stripping off his shirt in one motion as he nudged the bedroom door shut behind him. "Remind me why we ever thought three boys would be a good idea, El?"

"Pretty sure you're the one who needs to remind me," she teased, "given that it was you who made them, babe."

"And I'd do it all over again," he purred, sliding his broad arms around her waist.

She laughed softly, leaning into his warmth. "Don't tempt me, Salvaterre."

His low chuckle rumbled in his chest. "We never had our baby girl, El..."

"Oh no you don't." She extracted herself from his embrace, strolling coolly into the bathroom. "I know we agreed we were done, but gods, Lor, you tempt me far too much."

"Not half as much as you tempt me, babe." He kissed the top of her head. And yawned, his jaw cracking.

She smirked. "Getting a little tired, babe? Age catching up with you?"

"'M'not old," he grumbled.

"Uh huh," she drawled, giggling as he playfully lunged at her. She dodged his grasp and returned to the bedroom, where she settled herself into bed and waited for her giant hulking husband to join her.

Which he did, curling himself into her side, his arms around her waist and his head leaned against her shoulder. She slipped her fingers into his loose hair, drawing a contented purr out of him as they both drifted into sleep.

Only to be awoken at some bloody unholy hour of the night when their door creaked open.

"D-Dad?" Their youngest, Taran, stood in the doorway, rubbing his eyes blearily. "Dad? Mom?"

"What is it?" Lorcan cracked his eyes open, half-propping himself up.

Their eleven-year-old son bit his lower lip. "Ric's talking in his sleep again and he doesn't sound okay."

Elide pushed herself out of bed in an instant, hurrying over to Taran. "What do you mean?"

"Hey." Lorcan slid his hand into Elide's, comforting her. "Let me go, you go back to sleep."

"I--"

"I'll be fine." Lorcan kissed his wife's forehead. "I promise. Go back to sleep, El."

She sighed. "Okay."

Lorcan knelt down in front of his youngest. "What's Ric saying, kiddo?"

"I dunno." Taran's dark eyes were wide with concern. "I woke up to pee and heard him talking in his sleep and I think he said something about needing to skate."

"Shit," Lorcan muttered. "Alright, T, how about I get you back to bed and I'll go check on Daric, yeah?"

"Okay." Taran looked like he was on the verge of shaking, so Lorcan picked him up, letting the boy wrap himself into his father's hold.

"Dammit, kid, when did you get so big?" Lorcan mumbled.

"'M'growin', dad," Taran mumbled, his voice muffled in Lorcan's shoulder.

"Well, stop that," Lorcan chuckled. "Y'all growing up too fast." He got Taran settled back in his room, left the door cracked open, and went down the hall to Daric's room.

True to what Taran had said, Daric was mumbling in his sleep and rustling around in bed. Lorcan placed his ear to the barely-opened door, picking up mostly incoherent mumbles and a hint of ow shit hurts shut wanna play damn ankle.

He pushed open his oldest's door and went in, kneeling down by the side of his bed and gently shaking his shoulder. "Hey. Hey, wake up, Ric, you're scarin' me."

Daric jerked awake, disoriented, shaking himself as he realized that his dad was in his room. "Huh?"

"You're talking to yourself."

"Shit," Daric muttered. "Thought that was just dreams."

"Yeah, well, we heard you." Lorcan pressed the back of his hand to his son's forehead. "Shit, kid, you're damn warm!"

"I'm fine," Daric grumbled. "Just sleep hot, you know that."

"Fine." Lorcan raised his brows. "How's the pain?"

Daric didn't respond.

"How's the pain?"

"Not great," the boy mumbled.

Lorcan exhaled slowly. "I'm gonna get you a couple more ibuprofen, okay?" He ducked into the bathroom and grabbed a couple of the pills and some water, bringing them back and handing them to his son. "Here. Take 'em, I'm not leaving until you do."

"Thanks." Quietly, Daric took the pills, swallowing them down. "Ugh, gods, why'd this have to happen now?"

"Couldn't tell you." Instinctually, Lorcan brushed Daric's messy hair off his forehead. "You need anything else?"

"Uhh...can you--never mind, I can."

"Mm, no, tell me."

"Can you get a couple pillows under my leg?" Daric asked. "Doc said I should try elevating it when I'm sleeping if it starts hurting."

"Of course." Lorcan grabbed a couple of extra pillows and helped Daric get his boot situated atop them. "How's that?"

"S'great," his son mumbled. "Night, Dad."

"Night, son." Lorcan closed the door behind him and returned to the master bedroom, tucking himself back against Elide.

She shifted to face him, tracing her thumb across his cheek. "How is he?"

"He'll be okay," Lorcan murmured. "Gave him some more medicine and got his leg elevated."

"Good." She was silent for a moment, the worry in her brown eyes slowly dissipating. "Gods, Lor, it scared me."

"I know," he whispered, sliding his hand along her back. "Scared the hell out of me, too."

She hummed in agreement and curled into his side, her breath fanning softly against his skin. "You're the best damn dad, Lor."

He huffed. "I wouldn't say the best, but I try."

"Love you," she mumbled, her words slurring with sleepiness.

"Love you too," he whispered, twirling a lock of her soft, dark hair around his finger as he let himself fall back asleep.

~~~

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#my writing #answered prompt #elide lochan #lorcan salvaterre #elorcan #and kiddos #elide x lorcan #elorcan fanfic #their kids are def the holy terrors #for sure

[nilaseras-afterdark]

twinkubi: Continued

Lillyra always knew just how to treat him. It was so odd. If he were just to sit back and relax, let her drain him dry, Lillyra could always outlast him by milking him to the breaking point with the well-trained movements of an escort with decades of experience.

But all it took was just being a little rough to break her - as he was often tempted into doing. Though as she took his cock deep inside her velvety walls, plump breasts bouncing in his face, he was tempted to just lay back and let the lady of the night work her magic.

But, no. She wanted something else - something more - and he wasn't about to keep her waiting! Clawed hands took hold of Lillyra's wrists, dragging her arms behind her and interlocking then just behind the small of her back.

Once he bound up both of her wrists in one of his large, monstrous hands, the other took hold of her hips to hold her steady as he began to thrust up and into her - bouncing her on his lap.

"Mmnn... gonna start slow and steady to get ya warmed up, first."

A small, playful smirk lit up his lips.

"Besides, you don't drain as much out if me if I go hard from the beginning. It has to be a slow, sensual build-up... before I rut you like a wild animal~"

"Afraid ya can't keep up?" Lillyra teased, idly enjoying his thrusts as she was held still and being treated like a toy. Tail ladhing back and forth, the elder Miqo'te looked down at him with a purr and a grin as she continued. "Ya know, I dont mind ya bein' rough with me and my girl so why are ya holdin' back when I see ya turn yourself into a needy ruttin' mess, boy?"

Even with her motions halted, her insides were more than capable of squeezing down on his length like a vice, milking his cock and making each motion effort for him. A knowing grin crossed her lips as she flicked her ear, tail coiling around his leg.

"Ya can't hold back if ya wanna fuck me silly, boy. Ya know ya want nothin' more than to breed me, so dont be shy~"

@twinkubi

#twinkubi #lillyra seras

[princess-of-the-corner]

What prompted that ask was me reading the TV Tropes page on "Chain of Command" and suddenly giving a lot more thought to how the Chain of Command works.

For example, did you know that Rank doesn't necessarily equal Authority?

It's also gotten me thinking about the Chain of Command in my own fics...

I can't hear that phrase without remembering the line "Do you know what the chain of command is? It's the chain I go get and beat you with until you understand who's in ruttin' command."

[dragonmuse]

Small Easter egg in the last chapter…?

“Do you know what the chain of command is? It's the chain I go get and beat you with until you understand who's in ruttin' command!”

100%! You and @internerdionality clocked it! Joss Whedon and I are not on speaking terms and I am at this point grateful there was no second season of Firefly, but it had some bangers and that's one of my faves.

#leda house and the kraken verse #ask answered

[dabisbratz]

To you, who would be some doms that still whine when they fuck good… I’m thinking Gojo tbh.

absolutely gojo!! specially cause he jus likes the sound of his own voice ૮ ྀི_ _ ྀིა but i’d also add!! kirishima, izuku, bachira, bokuto, leon, n isagi !! (though he gets kinda mean too, not very threatenin when he’s chokin on his own whines though) they get like the opposite of.. cockdrunk? like whiny n drooly n mindlessly ruttin their hips— destroyin you in the process but they’re too busy tryin tkeep the warmth around their cocks to notice!!

#𐂯 ! ⊹ 𝓉𝑜𝓎𝒷𝑜𝓍 — ᵎᵎ ₊˚

[incorrectringsofpower]

Galadriel: You know what the chain of command is? It's the chain I go get and beat you with 'til you understand who's in ruttin' command here!

#trop #trop crack #the rings of power #galadriel #incorrect quotes #incorrectringsofpower #source: firefly