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Theodore Nott. | be my first.

PAIRING: Theodore Nott x Reader

PROMPT: “PLEASE please do a Theodore nott x fem!reader virgin!!”

WORD COUNT: 5.5k.

TAGS: 18+, Mentions of Slight Violence, Depictions of Blood, SMUT, Fingering, Bestfriends to Lovers Trope (my personal fav), Virgin!Reader, Loss of Virginity, Slow Sex, Soft!Theo, Multiple Orgasm, Dirty Talk.

"I don't know, Pans, wouldn't that be weird?"

Pansy's laughter echoed in a melodious giggle, the rhythm of her steps creating a soft shuffle across the expanse of your shared dorm. With effortless grace, she descended onto your bed, settling in with a languid poise. Laying on her side, her head found a comfortable perch on her bent arm.

"Why would it be weird?" Her grin, radiant and infectious, painted a mischievous allure across her features. "He's your lifelong best friend. I'm pretty sure he's in love with you-"

"Absolutely not," you interjected, employing a dramatic flourish with your hands for emphasis. "He is not."

Pansy cast a sidelong glance your way. "He so is."

"He's not!" Your grin persisted as you fired back, "if he was, he wouldn't be regaling me with tales of the girls he's shagging every bloody weekend."

Pansy, after a moment of silent contemplation, arched an eyebrow. "Perhaps he's just doing that to make you jealous. Ever think of that?"

You released a sigh, your body surrendering to the bed's embrace as you slumped backwards. The gentle thud of your head meeting the pillows echoed the weight of your contemplations, and memories from the past few weeks intruded your mind--acknowledging the nuanced shifts in Theodore's behaviour, particularly since that one unforgettable common room party.

As the realization took root, you abruptly sat up, the intensity of the revelation reflected in your eyes as they locked onto Pansy's gaze. "Pans...he's been acting distinctly different lately."

Pansy blinked, a glint of amusement dancing in her eyes. "You're just noticing?"

"No, I mean," your thoughts scattered like confetti, your heart pulsating with the weight of the revelation. You realized you hadn't told her. "Ever since that party, the one last Friday in the common room...where we, um...we kissed."

Pansy's eyes widened in sheer disbelief, her jaw dropping in a dramatic display of shock. With a swift, purposeful motion, she sat up, aligning her gaze with yours, the unfiltered surprise etched vividly across her face.

"What the hell!" Her exclamation rang with feigned outrage. "I can't believe you didn't tell me!"

Your expression contorted into a frown as you extended a gentle hand, resting it on Pansy's shoulder. "I'm sorry...we both agreed it was a stupid mistake, and we promised not to tell anyone. We knew you guys would relentlessly hound us about it...I just...I just couldn't risk it..."

Pansy took a measured moment to process your words, her eyes narrowing slightly. She ran a hand through her raven-black hair, the gears turning behind her eyes, thoughts churning with an amused yet contemplative air as she processed your confession.

With an entertained huff, she locked eyes with you. "I can't believe that little weasel kept his mouth shut for all that time. Guess he really can keep a secret."

An assertive snort escaped you, relief from her reaction igniting your features. "Probably just doesn't want me to hate him, considering we're bound to cross paths at every family gathering. Our families are so tightly knit..."

Pansy reclined with a subtle smirk gracing her lips, mischief dancing in her dark eyes. Her fingers traced an intricate, invisible pattern on your emerald green bedspread, their movements betraying a simmering excitement.

Meeting your gaze with unwavering confidence, she responded, "yet another advantage for you, and another compelling reason to go for it."

You shifted, your posture a nuanced blend of contemplation and uncertainty. Your fingers delicately toyed with the hem of your shirt, a nervous energy manifesting in the subtle dance of fabric against your skin.

In the pregnant pause that followed, you countered, "I just...I just can't envision a scenario where asking my best friend to take my virginity works out in my favour."

"I can't see a world where it doesn't," Pansy replied with a softness that hinted at the weight of her conviction. Sitting up again, she met your eyeline, the motion accompanied by a deliberate brush of loose strands of hair behind her ear.

Her gaze held a depth of understanding as she continued, "You guys clearly love each other, given you've known each other forever. He's always Mr. Funny Guy with you, perpetually super flirty and protective...I genuinely believe he'd be happy to oblige."

Absorbing Pansy's counsel with a thoughtful nod, you murmured a grateful, "I'll think about it."

Rising in unison, the two of you traversed to your respective wardrobes, swapping the gravity of the previous discourse for the ease of more casual attire. Satisfied with your choices, you exited the dorm, descending toward the common room. The soft glow of dimmed sconces on stone walls cast an intimate ambiance, while a low hum of hushed conversations and sporadic laughter created a comforting background symphony.

As you stepped into the common room, an immediate sense of unease gripped you. Your attention honed in on the far corner, where a palpable commotion unfolded. Brows furrowing with concern, your gaze fixated on a group of clustered bodies--Mattheo Riddle, Lorenzo Berkshire, Blaise Zabini, and Theodore Nott all converged around someone.

Instinctively, you made your way over, Pansy following closely behind. As you approached the charged scene, you reached out, placing a steadying hand on Mattheo's arm in an attempt to capture his attention. The air buzzed with tension as you sought to understand the cause of the brewing conflict.

"Matt, what's happening?" you inquired, peering past him to catch sight of a bloodied Malfoy standing at the center of the circle. "Did you do this?"

"No, it was Nott," he retorted, his dark eyes meeting yours as he ran a hand through his dishelved curly hair. "They had a little disagreement--nothing too crazy."

Your gaze swept around the circle, capturing the aftermath of the disagreement. Malfoy wiped the blood from his chin on the back of his hand, keeping his gaze glued to the floor. Meeting everyone's eyes, your search finally settled on Theo, his nose bleeding and a minor cut marring his chin.

A heavy sigh escaped you, the weariness evident in your tone. "Do your petty disagreements always have to escalate into a damn bloodbath?"

Mattheo nonchalantly shrugged, a smirk playing on his lips. "When they involve Nott...pretty much, yeah."

With an exasperated scoff, you distanced yourself from him, striding purposefully toward Theo. The cerulean depth of his eyes locked onto yours as you approached, a battered hand running through his tousled hair as he shook his head in a frustrated scowl.

"What happened?" you inquired, genuine concern lacing your voice. "Are you okay?"

"I'm fine," Theo's jaw clenched, his stormy gaze shifting from your face to fixate on something over your shoulder. "Sorry prat had it coming."

His eyes locked onto Draco, who was now being tended to by Pansy, the lingering fury evident in the tight set of his jaw and the fire in his gaze. Theo was not merely angry; he was simmering with a profound frustration that permeated the air around him. Sensing his reluctance to share details, you delicately grasped his arm, lowering your voice into a soothing whisper.

"Come on, Theo," you murmured, your tone gentle and calming. "Let's get you cleaned up, alright?"

With a reluctant nod, he cast one last glance over your shoulder before allowing you to guide him out of the common room and back down the dormitory hall. Upon reaching his dorm, he unlocked the door with a brief motion, and you stepped in first.

Navigating the familiar space, you headed straight to his bathroom, grabbing a wet cloth and some ointment. As he took a seat on his bed, the routine unfolded seamlessly--a ritual born out of many similar occasions. Cleaning up your best friend was a well-practiced chore, a testament to his quick temper and penchant for confrontation. It was second nature to you, an unspoken agreement that you'd always be there for him in these moments.

Emerging from the bathroom, you noticed Theo had already cast a silencing and muffling spell over the room. A waft of smoke hung in the air as he lit up a cigarette, his darkened gaze keenly tracking your every movement as you approached.

You came to a halt in front of him, and he widened his stance, creating a space for you to nestle between his legs. Seated on his bed while you stood, the two of you aligned perfectly at eye level. A surge pulsed through you as you observed his plush lips sealing around the cigarette, his long fingers delicately holding it to his mouth. After a quick ashing on his nightstand, he granted you the space to tend to him.

Raising the cloth to his chin, you softly dabbed over the cut, your gaze fixed on the subtle flutter of his long lashes--like delicate wings of a butterfly. A scowl etched his features, and your hands trembled inexplicably, watching his brows furrow, his teeth chewing on his bottom lip. His own hands rested on his knees on either side of your hips, fingers twitching from the sting of your movements.

In a bid to alleviate some of his discomfort, your voice echoed as a delicate murmur. "Do you remember the first time I did this?"

"How could I forget?" He met your gaze, his stormy eyes flickering as his lips teased a subtle smirk. "My personal saviour, always cleaning up my messes."

Pleased with the condition of the cut, you glided the cloth along the sharp ridge of his jawline, meticulous in collecting every trace of dried blood. Progressing to his nose, you repeated the careful process--his eyes remained fixed on your face, observing each subtle movement as you concentrated on restoring his appearance, gently swiping over his lips last.

Grinning at his words, you locked eyes with him. "You're right...I've been quite the skilled nurse, haven't I?"

He chuckled, a deep sound resonating through his chest, the corner of his mouth lifting into a half-smile. "The best damn nurse I've ever had."

You laughed, a warmth dancing across your skin as you pulled the cloth from his face.

"Now that's a compliment, considering you've been in the hospital wing a lot of damn times," you quipped, playfully raising an eyebrow. "I should be getting compensation for my efforts."

"Compensation?" He grinned, the playful glint in his blue eyes unmistakable. "How about I owe you a pack of cigarettes and a promise to keep the brawls to a minimum?"

Smirking, you couldn't hide the amusement dancing in your eyes. "Please, you and I both know your promises mean very little, Nott." As you stepped back, you added, "but I'll take the cigarettes."

Before you could get very far, Theo's large hand wrapped firmly around your wrist, halting your movements as well as the breath in your lungs. Your gaze riveted to the hand, the touch sending a shiver through your skin, before slowly moving back up to meet Theo's eyes. Within their depths churned something profound, a silent intensity that stopped your heart in your chest.

"You want to know why I fought him?" he said, his voice so deep it was almost imperceptible. "Malfoy."

Your brows furrowed in confusion as you waited for him to elaborate. "Sure."

Theo's grip tightened on your wrist, his jaw tensing as his eyes drilled into yours. "He said that if he wasn't with Pansy, he'd have gotten with you a long time ago," he confessed, the words carrying a mix of frustration and vulnerability. "He claimed your hard-to-get facade is all an act...that you're really a little slut..."

Your eyes widened at Theo's revelation, a mixture of surprise and disbelief sweeping across your features. Your pulse quickened, feeling the intensity of his gaze and the gravity of the situation.

"He said that?" you muttered, the weight of Malfoy's words sinking in. Theo's grip on your wrist loosened, and a subtle vulnerability flickered in his eyes as his hand slid lower, fingers finding yours.

"I don't care what he thinks, but hearing him talk about you like that...I couldn't let it slide," he admitted, his voice softer now, revealing the protective undertone that fueled his actions. "He doesn't know..."

"...that I'm a virgin," you said, finishing his sentence with a hushed admission.

Theo's expression softened as he nodded, and his thumb gently traced circles on the back of your hand.

"I don't want anyone disrespecting you like that, especially not him," he said, a mixture of concern and sincerity in his gaze. "You're a fucking angel, he doesn't deserve to even think about you."

Your heart pounded in your chest, warmth spreading through you at his words. Your gaze locked in with his, his eyes momentarily dropping to your lips, yours doing the same. The air between you thickened, charged with unspoken emotions as Theo’s declaration lingered. His protective stance and words resonated deeply, and you couldn’t help but feel the gravity of his sentiments.

Silent acknowledgment settled within you, a quiet admission that the dynamics between you and Theo had shifted. The boy who had once been your childhood best friend was now a source of desire and an unexpected depth of affection. Over the years, his presence had woven into the fabric of your heart, evolving into a sentiment that transcended mere friendship.

"Thank you, Theo..." you murmured, involuntarily leaning closer. "Thank you for-"

Before you could finish the sentence, Theo's hands shifted with intent, cradling the sides of your face as he drew your lips to his. The hunger in his mouth was palpable, a dance of devotion and purpose, his tongue delving past your teeth without a moment's hesitation.

Your lids fluttered shut, your brain caught off guard, taking a seemingly eternal five seconds to gather itself from the molten state it found itself in, the realization dawning that you weren't merely passively enjoying this kiss--you were actively engaging, meeting his fervour with equal intensity.

Your hands instinctively sought his messy hazelnut strands, fingers threading through them as you pressed against him, the world beyond the kiss momentarily forgotten in the heated exchange. As the kiss progressed, your mind struggled to fathom the reality of locking lips with your best friend--a completely sober, unrestrained exchange with no intentions of stopping.

And then, before you could process it, large hands enveloped your lower thighs, drawing you closer as Theo reclined onto his plush green duvet, the soft fabric embracing his back with a gentle touch. Your hands landed involuntarily with a deliberate force on his chest, seeking stability as you shifted to straddle his waist.

The kiss intensified, one of his hands securing the back of your head, while the other boldly explored the curve of your hip, his pelvis pressing against yours, his erection evident even between your layers of clothing.

A low, involuntary moan escaped your lips as his undeniable hardness pressed against you, a sensation that sent shivers down your spine. It kindled a fervent desire within you, a flame only he could stoke. Your hands transitioned from his chest and back into the tousled richness of his hair, fingers entwining in the silky strands. Breaking the kiss momentarily, you caught your breath, panting softly as you gazed down at him through eyes clouded with lust.

Theo's lips curled into a knowing smirk, evident satisfaction gleaming in his eyes as he surveyed the effect he had on you. His hands traversed the landscape of your back, drawing you back down to him. Your bodies melded together, the heat rising between you palpable. You instinctively moved your hips against his crotch, craving more of the intoxicating friction that left your senses spinning, and a low groan escaped him, his hands guiding your hips back and forth.

"What are we doing..." Theo whispered, his voice a breathy murmur, his head falling back, and his eyes squeezing shut in a moment of quiet contemplation. "I told myself I wouldn't do this with you again."

Your heart hammered in your throat, your fingers trembling as his hands grazed the curve of your ass. In a mere pant, you breathed, "do what?"

His fingers traced a slow path to the back of your head, gently guiding your lips back to his.

The heat between you intensified as he whispered, "this," against your mouth, his soft breath sparking heat in your veins.

A low, desperate sound escaped your throat, a mixture of a mewl and a moan, as the fire in your core reached an almost unbearable intensity. Theo groaned in response, his grip on your hips tightening, and with a swift motion, he flipped the two of you around, placing you on your back beneath him. His hips pressed into yours with a force that felt like an attempt to fuse you with his mattress, his hands finding purchase on either side of your head, trapping you beneath him.

"Theo," you murmured against his lips, your hands tugging on his hair in a desperate attempt to part his mouth from yours, yearning for a breath of air. "Theo...”

Refusing to break the kiss, Theo groaned into your mouth, his hand cradling the side of your head, his thumb brushing over your cheek with a feather-light touch. He rocked his hips against you, both teetering on the brink of losing yourselves entirely. The restrained passion and tension accumulated from years of friendship were on the verge of breaking free.

Finally, in a gasp of air, Theo pulled back, both of your chests heaving, your lungs reaching for oxygen in desperation. His blue eyes dipped over your face, lingering for a moment before trailing lower. With a regretful realization, he shifted back onto his knees, putting a disappointing amount of space between your bodies, as if just coming to terms with the consequences of his actions.

"Fuck," he murmured, running an unsteady hand through his hair. "I...I'm sorry-"

"Theo...I want you," you cut him off, the desperation evident in your voice as you expressed your desire for him. "Please..."

Theo's eyes flickered, and he blinked, momentarily taken aback. "You..."

"Yes," you whispered, a subtle flush colouring your cheeks as you pushed aside any embarrassment. "I want you to be my first, Theo."

Theo leaned back down, his hand gently cupping your chin as he directed your eyes to meet his intense gaze, his fingers digging into your skin only slightly.

"Are you fucking serious?" he questioned, a hint of disbelief in his voice. "Don't play with me, principessa..."

"Why on earth would I joke about something like that?" you replied, a teasing smirk playing on your lips. "Of course, I'm serious."

Theo's countenance softened with a tender gaze as he scrutinized your face, searching for any traces of hesitation or uncertainty. Discovering none, he leaned in, planting a delicate kiss against your lips. His hand gracefully transitioned from your chin, weaving into your hair with a gentle, reassuring touch.

"You don't know how fucking long I've wanted you," he whispered against your mouth, his eyes reflecting the intensity of his desire. "But I don't want to fucking hurt you...I don't know if I'll be able to control myself..."

Your fingers gently traced the contours of his face as you held his gaze. "Theo, we've known each other for so long, there's no one I trust more than you...I know you'll be gentle with me..."

Theo's gaze softened further at your words, and he leaned in for another kiss. His hand embarked on a slow journey from the strands of your hair, delicately tracing the curves of your body until it found the waistband of your sweats, teasingly playing with it.

"Gonna' need to ease you into it, principessa," he whispered against your lips, his warm breath mingling with yours. "Let me know if it's too much, alright?"

As you nodded, your hands migrated from his shoulders to entwine in his hair. His hand daringly slipped beneath the cotton fabric, and a gasp involuntarily escaped your lips as he skillfully explored the warmth between your thighs with his fingers. Simultaneously, his lips traced a tantalizing path down past your jawline, each touch sending shivers down your spine.

"Mm, you're already so fucking wet for me..." he nipped your neck and you squealed, fingers gripping fistfuls of his hair. "Gonna' fill you up so good...stretch you out just for me..."

Pleasure rippled through your thighs, your heartbeat thumping in your core. "Theo..."

"Mhmm," he breathed as he trailed lower, mouth grazing over your collarbone, long fingers teasing over your clit, coating himself in your slick. "Fuck, I've wanted to hear you moan my name like that for years...you've completely fucking tortured me, bella..."

You gasped as he teased your clit again, fervent fingers digging into his scalp. "You-you never made a move-"

Theo groaned against your skin, his free hand sliding up to pull your shirt along your stomach, and then skillfully tugging on your bra, exposing your bare chest to his hungry gaze. His lips parted, and a deep lust filled his eyes as he immediately cupped one breast in his palm, skillfully flicking a stiffening nipple between his fingers.

"Fuck me," he muttered before pulling one of your nipples into his mouth, skillfully twirling his tongue around the bud. "I didn't want to complicate our friendship, bella mia...I didn't want to risk losing you..."

Theo's mouth moved to your other nipple, and he deftly took it between his lips, suckling on it before tracing circles around it with his tongue. You moaned, feeling your body respond to his touch, your hips jerking involuntarily as he pushed a finger inside of you, causing you to cry out in pleasure. His thumb resumed its motions on your clit, coaxing sounds of desire from deep within you.

Heat scorched your blood. "F-fuck, Theo..."

"Is this okay?" he muttered, pulling back slightly to examine your face. "You're so fucking tight."

You nodded, incapable of forming a coherent thought as your body's reaction was immediate, every fiber of your being inundated by intense, mind-numbing pleasure. Theo groaned as he brought his lips back to your nipple, skillfully pulling it into his mouth. Your entire body quivered beneath him, unable to comprehend how rapidly your impending orgasm was overwhelming you.

"Oh, Gods, Theo..." you gasped, your fingers tightening their hold in his hair like you were trying to pry it from his scalp. "Oh, fuck-"

Theo heightened his rhythm, skillfully adding another finger inside you as he fervently zeroed in on your sensitive nub with vigorous strokes. Your vocabulary dissolved into a symphony of flailing wails and moans, your eyes rolling back in sheer ecstasy as he sensually flicked his tongue over one nipple before seamlessly transitioning to the other.

"That's right, darling..." he cooed against your chest, his voice torn and barely restrained, a low rasp that sent a thrill up your spine. "Let go for me...I've got you..."

His words alone ignited a blaze of warmth across your skin, and as much as you desired to resist, to not succumb so swiftly, it was inevitable and overwhelming, your orgasm slamming into you like a powerful shot to the gut.

"Shit-Theo!" Your jaw fell slack, eyes rolling back. "I'm-i'm-"

Your vision whitened as you broke, every nerve in your body pulsating with ecstasy. It was a wave crashing over you, leaving you breathless and trembling in its wake. Theo's movements never faltered, his touch relentless, drawing out every ounce of pleasure from your shuddering form.

"That's it--fuck--so perfect..." he breathed, rubbing you through the remnants of your aftershocks. "Such a good fucking girl...did that feel good?"

You nodded, still gasping for breath as you tried to compose yourself. "Yes," you said, feeling a flush of embarrassment on your cheeks. "It felt amazing."

"Yeah?" Theo whispered, his hand withdrawing as he shifted to press his lips softly against yours. "You like cumming for your best friend, huh? Enjoy making a mess all over my fingers?"

You released a throaty groan against his demanding mouth as his skilled hands effortlessly peeled down your sweatpants and panties, revealing the goosebumped flush of your skin. His shirt swiftly joined the discarded clothes, exposing the sculpted lines of his torso. Unrelenting, his eyes remained fixed on yours as he leaned back to undo his belt with a controlled urgency.

Once successful, he leaned back over you and a large hand cupped your jaw, his voice a low, commanding murmur.

"I didn't hear an answer," he stated, the timbre of his words sending shivers down your spine. "Perhaps I need to make you cum again?"

You huffed, a subtle squirm beneath him accentuating the anticipation, his free hand teasing the tender skin of your inner thigh. "Theodore..."

"Would you like that?" he muttered, his lips drawing nearer, the grip on your jaw tightening. "You want me to make you cum all over my bedsheets again, hm?"

His fingers caressed over your heat, teasing your folds, and you arched against his touch, drawing a groan from deep in his chest. You could sense he was attempting to buy himself time, to talk himself down from his excitement. His restraint hung by a thread, self-control wavered under the sight of you withering beneath him.

Swallowing hard, your throat felt drier than the desert as you met his gaze with pleading eyes. "Please, Theo," you whimpered, "stop teasing."

"Fuck--so eager for me, yeah?" he purred, releasing your jaw to slide his boxers down his thighs, pulling free his thick, long cock. "Let's see if we can sate this pretty little pussy."

Your breath fled from your lungs, your jaw practically dropping to the floor. He was massive, even in his own big hand, even as he pumped himself, sliding his fist back and forth over his length as his eyes burned wounds into the flesh of your tits. You whined, your core clenching and screaming with need, drool threatening to pour down the sides of your lips as your desperate eyes shifted between his eyes and his dick.

"Fucking hell, Theo..." your brain struggled to form coherent thoughts, and those words were the only ones that managed to slip past your lips. "You never mentioned...so massive..."

He huffed, and you knew he was watching you--his irises igniting in flames, a tiny smirk teasing his lips as you watched him stroke himself faster, harder.

"I didn't want to intimidate you before you got to experience how good it can be," he murmured, his voice low and laced with satisfaction. "Besides, I'm well aware of your disdain for men with oversized egos."

Your breath caught in your throat as your brain struggled to process the revelation. Losing your virginity to your lifelong best friend, who knew you better than you knew yourself, and who had purposely kept the extent of his endowment a secret, fearing it might scare you off. The boundary between reality and dream blurred, leaving you in a surreal haze of disbelief.

"Just shut up and show me," you finally managed to whisper, your desire overcoming any reservations. "Show me how good it can be."

"Easy, principessa, don't get greedy now," he murmured, his hands firmly grasping your thighs to pull you closer. "You're not ready for everything I have to offer just yet."

Theo leaned back over you, trailing hot open-mouthed kisses down the side of your neck and over your collarbone--forearm framing your face, other hand gripping his cock, angling the glistening tip toward your throbbing entrance, teasing you briefly with a few false thrusts, slicking his length in your wetness.

"Are you ready?" he murmured, his lips brushing against your earlobe. "To feel me inside of you, filling you up?"

Your voice barely more than a breath, you nodded in response, averting your gaze to the ceiling. "Please."

Theo huffed, pulling his face from your neck, long fingers directing your gaze to meet his eyes.

"Look at me, bella..." he looped an arm under your neck, long fingers holding you in place. "I want you to look into my eyes as you feel yourself stretching out for me..."

Your lips parted in awe, speechless and utterly intoxicated. Doing as he said, you held his gaze, feeling yourself slowly getting lost in the ocean waves of his eyes. Theo groaned, his own breath shallow as he pressed the head of his dick into you, pushing you apart, and you whimpered, clenching before he even entered you. You were quaking--and he hissed through his teeth before he'd fully sank into you, letting loose a low, deep groan as your wet cunt swallowed his cock.

"Shh," he purred, glimpsing your lips. "Just a little bit more..."

Pleasure and pain erupted through your bloodstream as he stretched you wide, a sharp cry leaving your throat as he pushed deeper and deeper, stroking into your heat with the pace of a snail, inch by agonizing inch--pausing once he'd sunk in to the base. You could feel his cock pulsing inside of you, and you were breathless, unable to fathom how big he was, how full he made you feel.

"Fucking hell, are you okay?" he muttered almost under his breath, his voice cracking with concern as he looked into your eyes, his blue gaze searching for any sign of distress. When you merely nodded, the desperation in his expressions intensified. "Please, talk to me...keep me grounded..."

"Yeah, yeah, I'm fine," you mumbled, still trying to catch your breath. "And what do you mean, 'keep you grounded'?"

Theo sighed heavily, emitting a low groan, his breath catching in his lungs as he withdrew slightly before smoothly gliding back into you. You whimpered, still holding his gaze, lips parted in unbelievable bliss. His hand cradled your head, staring at you with gleaming eyes as he found his rhythm, keeping every stroke deep and careful and full.

"I-I, fuck," he grunted through gritted teeth as he stared down at you. "You're so tight, so fucking wet...I can barely control myself..."

He lowered himself, ensnaring your lips in a profound, fervent kiss while maintaining a deliberate pace within you. Each rhythmic thrust unleashed renewed waves of ecstasy, prompting unrestrained moans from your chest and sending you writhing beneath him.

"You feel so good," he whispered as one of his hands roamed over your body, exploring every inch as he slowly began to increase the tempo of his thrusts. "I can't believe how fucking tight you are. You're going to make me cum so fucking hard, my pretty little virgin."

Your nails clawed at his back, your walls squeezing his thick length with every thrust. "Theo-harder, please..."

"Yeah? You want more, pretty girl?" he whispered, warm breath enveloping your ear. "Such a needy little pussy..."

You gasped, nodding as his lips attacked your neck. "Please, please-"

"Anything for you," he responded, his voice torn, each syllable saturated with longing. "Filthy little--fuck,"

He surged into heightened motion, the force of his hips colliding with yours intensifying upon your command. A sharp cry escaped you when he skillfully found that responsive spot within you, immediately unleashing a cascade of pleasure that surged through your body like electric currents. The intensity reached a near-overwhelming point, a delicate dance between ecstasy and a hint of exquisite pain, causing unbridled moans to spill from your lips uncontrollably.

"Mm," he grunted, a near growl in your ear. "Pretty pussy taking me so well,"

His paced increased again, slamming into your cervix with every thrust. His fingers resumed their work on your clit, yanking you toward your climax, your body being whiplashed with pleasure. You bit down on his shoulder, desperate to muffle your screams as your pussy squeezed him harder, yanked to the edge by the stretch of his cock slamming into you, his fingers battering your nub.

"Theo--w-wait," your words stumbled amidst waves of pleasure, your body convulsing beneath his unyielding onslaught. "Theo, please-I can't, I-it's too much...”

"Come on baby, I know you're close," his voice, raspy and unbridled, revealed the shattering of his self-control. He relentlessly pounded into you, beads of sweat adhering his hair to a glistening forehead. "I felt you squeezing me--fuck--you can take it..."

You gasped for breath, a desperate symphony echoing your lungs' protest as your teeth found refuge in his skin. Fingers, possessed by an almost primal force, clawed into his back, leaving an indelible mark. Theo's movements, unyielding and masterful, propelled you inexorably towards the precipice of climax, each sensation more vivid than the last.

"Theo-" you practically screamed, your body buzzing in anticipation. "I'm gonna' cum, Theo-fuck-"

"Let me hear you," he said, voice shredded raw. "I want to hear you scream for me...I want to hear you moaning my name as this tight little cunt breaks for me..."

"Oh, fuck.." you moaned, eyes squeezing shut. "Fuck, Theo...oh Gods, fuck..."

You shattered, euphoria tearing through you as your walls pulsed and milked his cock. Your eyes rolled back, vision going blank as squeals and screeches left your lips in nothing more than mumbling nonsense.

Theo groaned, bliss numbing your skin, limbs shaking and trembling as he pulled you through wave after wave of pleasure, gripping you tighter until he too exploded, breath sputtering as he poured himself into you, hips bucking until the only sensation left was sweaty, heaving, post-orgasmic rapture.

In the aftermath, an extended silence enveloped the room--long after the cadence of your breaths normalized, long after the faculties of your minds fully reassembled. Theo finally stirred, rolling off you to settle on the mattress, where he promptly drew you into the sanctuary of his embrace.

"Can we acknowledge our feelings already?" Theo teased, fingers delicately brushing loose strands of hair behind your ear. “You know I’ll fight you if we go back to just being friends after all of that.”

You huffed, on the precipice of unrestrained laughter. "Only if you go first."

As you shifted to lock eyes with him, a smirk adorned his face, that mischievous grin unfurling across his impeccably plush lips. "Fine…I'm fucking in love with you."

Your own smirk surfaced, a surge of warmth coursing through you as you leaned in, brushing your lips against his. "I'm in love with you too, you dork."

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the election // LTPF

summary: Coriolanus Snow, current President of Panem, we salute you.

pairing: coriolanus snow x fem!reader

wc: 1k

masterlists / nav / requests

tags/warnings: capitol brat!reader, maybe slightly ooc coryo, idk i tried my best. this part is quite tame! idk, discussion of the games as a concept is pretty messed up? obviously r & coryo are both delusional but whats new??

a/n: y'all my country doesn't have a president so idk how tf presidential elections work so i just guessed LMAO. just a heads up.

also credit to @that-veela-girl bc she casually dropped "panem is her garden. the games are her flowers." in my replies when we talked about their future and that has haunted me ever since (in the best possible way).

based on this ask.

series masterlist // playlist

After the death of the President's son years earlier, no one had any plan on what to do when his father passed. Of course, there would have still been an election, technically, but everyone knew Felix would have won. He was raised to be the next President, but very few people knew that he wasn't the only one.

"No, Darling. You take it."

"What? No, we've always done everything together." You protest, furrowing your brow. "She's offered it to both of us, we can do whatever we want, no more waiting for her approval. We can run with it! Come on, it'll be so fun, Coryo."

"That's your dream. Not mine." He smiled at you, brushing his thumb over your cheek.

You frowned, focussing yourself on pulling the buttons of his shirt so they were perfectly aligned. "Are... Are you sure? I don't know if I can do it without you."

"You'll never do anything without me, you know that." He hummed, pushing your hair out of your eyes. "If you need help, just ask. I'm right here. Always."

"But... I don't understand, Coryo. Why not?" You pout. Sharing the position of Head Gamemaker was something you had dreamt of since the beginning of your internship together, shortly after returning from Twelve.

"Well," He sighs, shrugging slightly. "I've been pulling some strings, working my way up, and the President is on his deathbed, apparently. So I'm thinking I'll probably start my campaign soon." The smile on his face shows you he'd been planning this for a while- of course he had, for most of his life, his loved ones were telling him that would be his destiny: Coriolanus Snow, future President of Panem. You saluted him, always.

You gasp, clapping your hands together in excitement. "Really?" You smile. "That's wonderful, Love! Oh, I just can't wait!" You squeal, throwing your arms over his shoulders and jumping into his grasp as he hugged you back.

That's the beginning of the journey that has led you here. Tireless hours planning campaign events and strategies, speeches, and everything that goes on behind the scenes. You knew he was a shoo-in.

The polls had closed days ago, the results were in, and the only one who knew the results was standing in front of your husband on the stage. You sat in the front row of the expansive audience, gripping tightly onto your brother's hand with nervousness as he sat next to you. He was an adult now, nearly. You had pulled him from school today for the event, and he had changed from his academy uniform into a tux you bought for him in the car on the ride over.

You were grateful that your father had allowed you to maintain a connection with him at the very least, though you wouldn't doubt that Coryo had something to do with that. He single-handedly granted every wish you'd ever had.

Your eyes are locked on Coryo sitting onstage, but he can't risk sparing a glance your way. He would smile, and he can't have that until he's won. He carries himself with such grace, such professionalism that your cheeks flush just looking his way.

"The new President of Panem will be..." A moment of suspense, tacky, but it still makes you sweat as you pull your brother's hands into your lap, forcing him to lean in closer to ground you while you wait for the announcer to continue. "Our youngest candidate, Coriolanus Snow!"

He's on his feet in a second, and so are you as you scream with excitement, practically jumping into your brother's arms. You feel the people around you putting their hands on you, patting you in a series of excited congratulations. He had worked so hard for this. He deserved it more than anyone, you were certain.

Your excitement is only quieted when you hear your husband's voice over the loudspeakers, having taken the podium for himself. As is his right, now.

"Thank you, thank you." He says to quiet the crowd, trying to curb the wide smile threatening to form on his cheeks to keep a mature, calm one. "Thank you, wow." He chuckles, and you stay clutching onto your brother's hand as you pay attention now, sitting back down.

"It is truly an honour to be here. I have a long list of people to thank, but I'd like to keep it brief for all of your sakes. So I'll say thank you to my family, who have supported me my whole life. Most importantly, I have to thank my beautiful wife. She's done more for me than anyone could ever fully understand." He looks at you, finally, and you blow him a kiss. "Come up here, Darling. Please. I wouldn't be here without you."

You blush, more than you already were, giving your brother a quick hug as he ushers you on, the cameras tracking the two of you as he escorts you to the stairs up to the stage and holds your hand as you carefully make your way up in your heels and long, red dress. You continue to hold it up so you don't step on it as you make your way over to your husband, who is waiting with an open arm for you to slot yourself into. You do, seamlessly, planting a kiss on his cheek as the audience cheers for you. You look out over it for the first time, pride swelling like a balloon behind your ribs. This was it. This was your life now.

"To a greater Panem!" Coryo calls out, attention once again returned to the people in front of you. The people of a country that's all yours. The people of the Capitol eat it up, cheers for you morphing into a roar that inflates your ego beyond belief.

"Congratulations, President Snow." You say in his ear, loud enough so he could hear it without the microphone picking it up.

Coriolanus smiles, wider now, squeezing your side and planting a kiss on your hairline. "It's all for you." He replies. "Panem will be your garden."

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bonefall · 5 months

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while i do agree with the sentiment that bloodclan should be more nuanced as an entity i still believe it is wrong to portray them as the necessary "response" to clan injustice (haven't read the books in years but i am pretty sure that bloodclan started with no connection to the clans) / an opposition to the clan's flaws. some of the thing scourge did was out of selfishness and bloodclan isn't the other colour of the black and white debacle with the clans. the clans are heavily flawed yes, but it isn't realistic to completely say that their structure had no redeeming qualities altogether and that all outsider groups is fundamentally better than the clans.

all clans and groups are flawed in their own way and i believe we shouldnt brush past the things that other groups (the sisters and what they do with their toms *cough cough*) did solely to be able to degrade the clans and their culture.

Buddy, you're setting up a strawman. I promise you that if you look into the reduxes I've made of BloodClan, Guardians, The Sisters, and the Tribe, you will see that I don't make any of them a "flawless" alternative to Clan life.

Nor do I say that the Clans have no redeeming qualities. In fact, you can browse the "Clan Culture" tag to see the various expansions I've made to show how these traditions, values, and technological advances make Clan life so alluring.

The overarching theme of BB is that the nature of culture is change. For better AND for worse.

With respect, I think there's something insidious in the wording of "the things the other groups did." We're talking about fan responses to a work that consistently demonizes and degrades foreigners to make the Clans look like the "best way to live," justifying xenophobia. These are not real groups, they are writing choices.

In the franchise with some pretty extreme examples of misogyny, the authors said "What if bizarro world where women rule and have no men... woag..." and only includes a single Clan-alligned member of this culture, with a BAD opinion of them, who can't even do his diplomatic job because he HATES them so much.

In the same franchise that shows Fireheart getting bullied, facing prejudice, and fighting a murderous tyrant who publically executes a mixed-race character, their endgame villain is an outsider, like him, but this one IS a godless heathen who HATES love and friendship and banned families.

In the VERY same franchise which made its first non-malicious group barely able to get through an arc without needing to be saved by Clan cats, totally unable to defend themselves, framed as "whiny" for not wanting their clearly 'inferior' culture to be forcefully changed.

And I'm re-stating all this because, again, no offense to you in particular Anon, but I've been seeing a few people with a sentiment like yours lately. Complaints into a vacuum that don't make targeted critique of anyone's fanworks, gesturing at this broad "woobification" which is apparently out there somewhere over the rainbow, saying things like "well Scourge is selfish" or "well Moonlight abandoned her 13 year old" as if we haven't BEEN knew.

As if we're not all directly responding to these choices. As if I haven't written ESSAYS on this topic.

Since this was about BloodClan in particular though, and you admit you haven't read the books in years, please go back and actually read Rise of Scourge before trying to make critique of the ways fanon rewrites its origin. It's EXPLICITLY a response to the Clans, in the text, that the Erins wrote, it is canon that fanon is working with.

And you want people to take that out and approach it a different way... why? Because it's so incredulous to you that a nation forms in response to a threatening neighbor? That a common enemy through invasions is a way that people might choose to unite, and encourage their new culture to value brutality? Because you don't like the idea of Clan Culture's XENOPHOBIC BATTLE CULTURE affecting surrounding communities??

Could YOU, maybe, be doing this "woobification" thing I keep hearing about? Can I play this stupid game too? What's our stupid prize? Can it be a lollipop? Do we get stickers

TL;DR, ok.

#bone babble #Warrior cats analysis #Warrior cats fanon #Bloodclan #''Ok yes scourge is practically cold war era xenophobic stereotypes and i understand that is a part of canon you dont like.''#''But have you considered. Hes mean''#Yes. Yes i have considered it.#If I get another take like this in my inbox im gojng to fucjing add a scene where he kisses babies and looks at the screen and says #'Mmm wowow thank u for the babygirl juice fire star :)'#JUST to annoy them #People gonna be funny to me? Im about to be Hilarious.#Also ANON just to be clear im annoyed because like. Ive been seeing this around.#Sadly today you are the Genocide Frisk to my Angry Sans u.u #I am taking ur ask and turning it blue and smashing it against walls #Man it would be cool to have bone themed powers... i am a bone guy...#But anon you're fine. Just like. Think about what I said ok?

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my-secret-shame-but-fanfiction · 8 months

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Trine [2]

Anselm Vogelweide X Blue Jones X F!Reader • Rating: 18+ pals Part One • Trine Masterlist • Masterlist• ao3• want to be tagged? • request info

Summary: Blue is invited to a dinner party at Anselm's mansion.

Part 1/Series Masterlist

A/N: Oh no, not me writing another chapter. (Also Trine anon, I'm working on your ask!) This is pretty much all just smut.

Warnings: overuse of italics, oral sex (m & f receiving), hand job, fingering, edging, p in v sex, double penetration, Blue being a sub, getting a bit emotional after sex, typos I'm sure, please let me know if I've missed a warning.

Word Count: 6366

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Nerves twisted in Blue's stomach, jumped and raced around. He couldn't recall the last time his heart had beat so hard it made him light headed when it wasn't a life or death situation.

And this was just a god damned dinner party.

He readjusted his tie for what must have been the twentieth time since he'd stepped out of the car.

It was just a dinner party. Casual. There was nothing to be anxious about.

Sure this would be the first time he'd seen you and Anselm since… since the meeting.

Sure he had fought with himself during the last two weeks, going back and forth over whether he should contact either of you directly. (Anselm's subordinates had been in touch regularly about the club expansion.)

He flip flopped quickly, one moment being certain that it was just a one time thing and then the next wanting to throw himself down on his hands and knees and beg both of you for the smallest caress.

Blue had managed to fight off the later urge. Just.

And then he'd received a dinner party invitation and his heart had skipped a beat.

It was probably nothing, meant nothing to you or Anselm. Blue was more than ready to politely smile and make small chat with the other guests. If he could just get a minute of yours and Anselm's time, a moment of your attention. A second.

He shook his head and swallowed, trying to push down those stupid thoughts. God, he was a businessman for christ's sake, not a love sick puppy.

Blue straightened his tie again and took a deep breath before he knocked on the front door.

Anselm's house, well mansion was a more correct word, Blue had even had to pass through a security check before he drove into the grounds, wasn't a particularly far drive. But Anselm had offered to send a car for Blue.

He had declined, preferring to drive himself. It gave him something to focus on besides the nerves that were threatening to squirm out of his stomach and start chewing on his internal organs.

The butler opened the door, greeting Blue by name ‘Mr Jones’, and showed him to the parlour. Blue tried not to stare at the grand open plan spaces, tried to pretend like he was used to this.

It was easier said than done.

The butler stopped at the parlour room door and opened it for Blue, closing it behind him.

The room was grand, like the rest of the mansion, but here seemed homely, more lived it. It was empty of other guests, save for you.

You smiled warmly the second you laid eyes on him, walking over quickly to greet him.

The dark blue dress you were wearing made his breath catch in his throat. Any rational thoughts and plans of being composed completely flying out of the window.

“Blue!” You wrapped your arms around him and kissed his cheek.

It took him a moment too long to react, and he stumbled over a greeting as he hugged you back. Your perfume overwhelmed him, seeping into his lungs and nearly lifting him off his feet.

You moved back, your hands still on his shoulders, just far enough to look into his eyes. Still standing close, closer than you would if you were greeting an acquaintance, or an old friend. This, this was similar to a lovers embrace-

He blinked heavily, trying to force those silly thoughts out of his mind.

“Did you drive here okay?” You’re still smiling at him brightly, blindingly.

“I, erm, yes. The drive was fine, thank you.” He muttered.

You absentmindedly rub his cheek with your thumb, removing the lipstick you’d left when you’d kissed him.

His eyes flutter closed, revelling in it for a second before he snapped back to attention. Trying to compose himself.

“Aww,” you whisper, moving a step closer so that your chest is flush with his. “Are you nervous, sweetheart?”

A little gasp escaped his lips and heat built in his cheeks.

“I can feel your heart pounding.” You run your fingers down his cheek and to his neck, just tracing his jugular vein. “You’re not scared of little old me, are you?”

He shook his head, his eyes hooded, unable to look away.

“Good.” You barely speak the word, leaning closer to him and pressing a deep kiss against his lips.

He whines softly as you open his mouth with your own, his hands gripping your waist and keeping you against him. As if you would ever want to move away.

You swallow down his moans happily, chuckling when he gasps in surprise as you gently push him down against the settee.

You can’t help but smile at the way he looks up at you, blinking in confusion. “You’re so cute.” You trace his bottom lip with your thumb before you climb onto his lap, your knees either side of his thighs.

Heat rises to Blue’s face, his breathing falters for a moment. And you see that glaze start to creep across his eyes, the same one from Anselm’s office.

“Do you like that?” You kiss his cheek again, not bothering to wipe away the lipstick stains all over his skin and mouth.

Blue looks up at you, a little mesmerised and you giggle again.

“Do you like that? Being called cute?”

He blushes and nods once, shyly.

“Good,” you lean closer to him again, just trailing your lips over his. “Because you are.”

His fingers tighten on your waist as he arches up, trying to kiss you deeply again. But you move back, always just out of his reach.

Blue lets out a quiet whine, pouting ever so slightly.

You grin. “What’s that face for?”

“Please?” He leans up again, pushing his hands against the small of your back.

“Please what?”

“Please kiss me again.”

You bite your lip, your smile widening as you bend down and kiss him softly.

He moans against you, letting out a mumbled “thank you,” that sends heat straight to your core.

You run your hands through his short hair, rolling your hips against his, drinking down the little sounds of excitement he makes as you brush your centre along his hardening cock.

“I see you’ve started the party without me.” Anselm’s voice is full of amusement as he walks into the room.

You look up at your husband and smile as Blue lets out a stuttered breath. He gazes at the older man, still holding tightly onto your waist.

“Having fun?” Anselm puts his hand on your shoulder and leans down to kiss you intensely.

“Very much.” You mutter against his lips and he chuckles.

Blue squirms a little underneath you, nerves beginning to fester along his skin, but Anselm turns to him and tilts downwards.

He runs his fingers softly along Blues cheek before sliding them around the back of his neck and pulling him into a fierce kiss. He slips his tongue into his mouth. Growling when Blue moans against him.

When he pulls back Blue looks bewitched, almost hypnotised. You smile and lean forward, scraping your teeth along his pulse point before kissing his neck.

Blue gasps and shivers, his fingers digging into you, “ah, please.”

The sound of his voice is delicious, so hedy and lost in sensations already.

“What about you Blue?” Anselm asks quietly, his voice rumbling in his chest. “Having fun?”

Blue nods his head rapidly, his mouth dry. It’s only now that he notices Anselm’s suit, dark navy that matched your dress. His tie and pocket square were lighter though, a soft baby blue.

“Good.” Anselm presses his lips back to Blue’s, happily drinking down his moans while you sucked on his neck.

Blue wiggled under your combined actions, trying to hold you both close while not completely succumbing to the pleasure sparking along his veins.

As if in complete sync, both you and Anselm trail your hands along his clothed thighs, dragging your fingers upwards without breaking your kisses.

Blue whimpers against Anselm’s mouth, his fingers clutching at your back, as both you and your husband trace either side of his cock through his trousers.

His length twitches, already so hard and desperate to be freed from the confines of his clothing.

“Fuck.” Blue mutteres between kisses, his hips jerking upwards despite himself. He swallows, trying to regain some semblance of control as you both continue to tease him.

You bite his neck hard and he shivers, goosebumps breaking out on his skin under your tongue. Instinctively, he arches up against you, pressing himself as close as he can physically get and pushing at your lower back until you grind your pussy against his thigh.

A low moan rumbles in his chest as the heat from your core touches his leg. His left hand on your back urges you to move against him. While with his right he tries to pull Anselm down onto his other thigh.

Anselm chuckles, moving his mouth away from Blue. “Eager little thing aren’t you?”

Blue swallows, his throat bobbing under your kisses. He opens his mouth to speak but can only moan when you lick up his neck and bite softly at his ear.

“Don’t tease him Anselm,” you chide your husband, but there’s no aggression in your tone. “He’s just asking for what he wants.”

Your words make Blue’s insides turn to jelly, his dick throbbing almost painfully. He gazes up at you as you firmly take hold of his chin and pull him into a soft, long kiss.

“Well, we were going to have dinner first.” Anselm strokes his beard lightly, speaking directly to Blue once you have broken the kiss. “But, it looks like we’re going to have to take care of you before that, hmm?”

Blue’s skin burns with heat, he swallows, trying to focus and force his mind back into some semblance of a respectable guest. “I,” he groans, his eyes rolling back and burying his face into your neck as you palm him through his trousers. “Please.”

Anselm laughs kindly. “Don’t tease him sweetheart.” He kisses your cheek.

“I’m allowed to tease him.” You blink innocently at your husband, still stroking Blue’s cock.

“Oh,” he shifts closer so he can kiss your neck, whispering close to your ear. “Are you?”

“Yes.” You breathe, leaning into his touch as his lips ghost over your skin.

“I see.” The words barely leave his mouth as he bites softly, sucking a love bite just below your ear before titling your head with his warm hand so he can kiss you roughly.

There’s a dangerous desire burning just below Anselm’s skin. An inferno that has liquified his bones and nearly driven him to madness. You recognise the need within him instantly, despite his well cultivated calm exterior. Your husband is just as desperate as the man underneath you.

“Bed.” Anselm finally whispers when the kiss ends and you nod.

Blue barely manages to register what both of you are saying as he tries to grind up against your palm. But the words slowly filter in.

“What, what about the other guest?” He mutters, his chest rising and falling rapidly as he fights the urge to just give in and rut against your light touch.

“Oh baby.” You smile and squeeze his dick gently.

Blue moans beautifully, desperate as he silently begs you for more.

Anselm grins. “You’re the only guest we invited.”

It’s a little easier to cajole Blue upstairs than you thought. His eagerness is both a help and a hindrance, as he can’t stop himself from kissing either of you. From leaning into your caresses and holding you close.

And you can’t resist him, indulging in every touch whenever he whimpers with need.

“He’s got you wrapped around his little finger, my love.” Anselm breathes into your neck as all three of you are halfway up the stairs.

“As if you aren’t the same.” You smile and tease, nodding to your husband’s unbuckled belt and where Blue’s hand disappears under his trousers.

Anselm nips at the love bite he left earlier. “Unfair.”

You grin.

Blue hardly takes any notice of the room you both pull in into, too preoccupied to even think. His mind humming, running blissfully quiet on just the need to feel you both against him.

Anselm pulls off Blue’s suit jacket from behind, kissing his jaw and the left side of his neck, while you loosen Blue’s tie and unbutton his shirt. You trail your lips over his clavicle, sucking hard at the skin just below his collar bone.

Blue moans freely, completely lost to both of you as he tries to move to help you help him out of his clothes.

Little murmurs of “please, please, please,” leaving his mouth with every breath.

Anselm undoes Blue’s belt while you unzip his fly. Both of you again working in that spooky tandem as if this was some well coordinated plan.

Neither of you touch his cock, even after he’s been stripped bare, and Blue can’t help the sob that rises out of him.

“Please, please,” he moans, so wretched as you both kiss and caress his skin. Gliding your hands over his stomach and ass, pinching his nipples and making his legs shake.

His length bobs with every shuddered breath, the tip needy and red, dripping with precum.

He lets you both lead him to the large bed, laying him in the middle and pushing his back down against the soft sheets.

Blue leans up on his elbows the second you both step away from him. It’s too much, far too much. The arousal is boiling in his blood, almost burning him alive. He needs you both so, so badly.

The desperation is eating him alive. He’d happily get on all fours and rut against the bed post if it would please you, if you would pull his hair and call him a good boy while he came on the floor.

Whatever you wanted, whatever either of you wanted, he would do in less than a heartbeat.

Anselm unzipped your dress and held your hand as you stepped out of it, letting the material fall to the floor. He kissed your shoulder before he turned around and you slid his jacket off his arms.

Blue groaned, his dick throbbing at the sight of you both, so much blood rushing downwards that it made him lightheaded.

Anselm chuckled kindly, slowly taking off his cufflinks as you undid his tie. “I think he needs you darling, or he’ll pass out.”

You flick your husband playfully in the arm and giggle before turning to Blue and smiling kindly.

Blue gulps. “I do, I need- please…” Oh god he just wanted you to call him a good boy again, he wanted to make you so happy.

You climb on the bed and crawl up to him, revelling in the contented sigh that leaves his lips as you get close. He wraps his arms around you, letting you push him back down against the mattress as he stares up at you with hazy eyes.

Anselm watched, enjoying the show as he continued to undress slowly.

You kiss Blue deeply, pressing your chest flush to his and pulling lightly on his short hair.

He groans approvingly, opening his mouth for you instinctively and letting you inside.

You scrape the nails of your left hand down his chest, lightly pinching his nipple again. He rewards you with a jolt and moan as you roll it between your fingers, before you keep going, moving further downwards.

Excitement jumps in his stomach, his muscles twitching under every touch.

You drag your fingers down, lower and lower, slowing down with every second as you reach the tip of his cock.

Blue moans into your mouth, holding you tighter in anticipation.

But you slide your finger underneath, pressing into his stomach as you move lower and meet the thatch of dark curls between his legs.

A whine escapes Blue, tears beginning to prick at the corners of his eyes.

But you keep going, moving to take hold of the thick base of his cock and he sobs in relief.

“Oh,” the rest of his sentence is lost as you trail your fingers higher, running up the length of him. His eyes screwed shut, his face buried in your chest as he sucks at your beast through the lacey material of your bra.

“Good boy,” you whisper.

“Oh god, please, please, please, thank you, I-”

You pump him lazily, but firmly, smearing precome over his head with your palm before dragging your hand back down.

A smile pulls at your lips and you kiss his temple. “Good?”

“Sogood, sogood,” he slurs against your skin, rocking his hips in time with your hand.

You tug his head back, pulling at his hair so you can kiss him deeply again. Sliding your tongue into his mouth and demanding his submission.

He yields with a moan, so content in that moment to obey your every whim.

The bed shifts as Anselm joins you both, now also completely naked, moving to lay on the other side of Blue.

You look up to kiss your husband passionately, Blue gasping and bucking under you both as Anselm slides his hand down to join yours, both of you squeezing and pumping his cock in long, lazy strokes.

Every noise Blue makes sends heat straight to your core. Your wetness soaking into your underwear.

You lean down, kissing Blue again, needing to drink down his every sound. Anselm follows, kissing Blue’s cheek and then nudging against you.

It’s messy, and desperate as you both kiss him, taking turns and smearing salvia along his skin as he whimpers beneath you. He sucks on your tongues greedily, so caught up in the heady pleasure of it that he almost doesn’t notice as Anselm moves downwards, his beard brushing against his skin.

Anselm licks a thick stripe up Blue’s cock and the cry of bliss that escapes him nearly makes you cum on the spot.

Eagerly, you move down, mirroring the path your husband took.

Anselm impatiently takes the head of Blue’s dick into his mouth, swallowing him deeply in one movement before bobbing up and down like he has no gag reflex at all. While you lick Blue’s balls, scraping your teeth along his skin and messily mouthing at them both.

Blue cries out, bucking up so eagerly that his back arches off the mattress. With a small laugh, Anselm places a firm, warm hand on his lower stomach and forces him back down.

“Oh shit, oh god, oh fuck, pleasepleasepleaseplease!”

Anselm drags his lips to the very tip, sucking deeply at the head and flicking his tongue over the slit as you lick up Blue’s length.

Your husband grabs you gently around the back of your neck, pulling your mouth to his with the tip of Blue’s cock between you. You both lick, sliding your lips and tongues all over as if you were sharing an ice cream.

Blue gasps, his thighs shaking as he can’t tear his eyes away from the sight of you both moaning and sucking his dick.

He’s so close, the pleasure running along his spine and threatening to pull him under at any moment. Anselm’s hand splayed out on his stomach, pushing against the heat, making it build dizzyingly fast.

Blue gasps, his voice growing in pitch. “Fuck, god, please, I’mgonna-”

Anselm pulls away from him quickly, taking hold of your chin and moving your mouth away too.

Blue sobs, trying to buck against Anselm’s hand so he can chase your mouths. “Noo, please!” Tears and sweat cover his cheeks as he desperately attempts to gain any kind of friction.

You pout at your husband as he holds your chin and watches Blue writhe fruitlessly.

Anselm grins at you leaning forward quickly and biting your bottom lip before kissing you sweetly, savouring your yelp of surprise.

“Not yet,” he mutters to Blue, his voice firm, but he pulls back.

Blue looks up at him, tears in his eyes.

“I think you need to return a previous favour.” Anselm smirks wickedly as Blue frowns in confusion. “Look at her.” Anselm pinches your chin, turning you carefully towards Blue. “I think it’s time you made her cum.”

Heat rises in your chest, embarrassment touching the edge of your mind despite what you’ve just been doing. But Blue’s wanton groan chases away any lingering self consciousness.

He nods desperately, reaching his hands out for you.

Anselm’s grin widens and he shuffles to the side on his knees, letting go of your chin and patting your ass to encourage you into Blue’s arms.

You give your husband a playful glare before you lean forward into Blue’s embrace. He kisses you hungrily, as if he hasn’t seen you in weeks, his hands going behind your back and undoing your bra.

Your husband takes this opportunity to pull your panties down to your thighs and smacks your ass again, harder this time, when you yelp in surprise. With a tap of his fingers he urges you to raise your left leg, and then your right as he pulls your underwear off and flings them to the floor.

Blue yanks your bra off and kisses your chest, licking each breast eagerly and softly biting at your skin. He sucks your left nipple, hard, and gazes up at you when you cry out in pleasure. His dick twitching at the sight.

He manages to pull his mouth away from you, his chest rising and falling rapidly, “sit on my face please.”

You moan softly, biting your lip and nod. Careful not to knee anyone in the face or side as you move upwards and position yourself above him.

Blue gazes up at you. You don’t think you’ve ever seen anyone look so happy in your entire life as he does between your thighs.

He leans up and lets out a long groan as he rubs the tip of his nose through your folds, “you’re so wet.”

You bite back a whine and grab hold of the headboard to support yourself as he cranes his head up and licks a flat, board line across your centre to your clit.

“Oh fuck,” Blue whispers, wrapping his strong arms around your thighs and pulling you down onto him.

He moans happily as he licks you, seemingly not content unless you're completely suffocating him and pins you against his mouth.

God it feels good.

You cry out, unable to stop yourself as he sucks your clit, flicking his tongue over the bundle of nerves before diving back into your folds.

His tight hold forces you even closer to him as he encourages you to rock against his face. You move slowly, using the headboard for some stability as he glides his tongue over you.

This, this, he was happy with. This he could do, no problem. He glanced up at you, pride swelling in his chest at the pleasure on your face, at how tightly your eyes were screwed shut. He devoured you hungrily, every sound you made going straight to his dick, his cock twitching and throbbing with every cry and stuttered breath.

He prided himself on this too much. At being able to make someone cum so hard with his mouth on their pussy. He loved to see the surprise in his girl’s faces at how quickly their legs shook, the shock when they released he wasn’t just using them for a quick fuck. When their fake moans suddenly turned into real ones. When they came all over his mouth.

You moaned again, grinding down against him, rolling your hips and pulling at his hair.

And Blue nearly lost it, the pleasure sparking along his spine and nearly forcing him over the edge.

“So good Blue, oh my god,” you bite your lip hard and Blue’s eyes rolled back into his head. The praise making his chest light and head dizzy.

Anselm grunted softly, unable to just watch for any longer. He got off the bed and rummaged through the side drawer, fishing out a bottle of lube before returning to his kneeling position between Blue’s legs.

He poured some of the lube onto his hand, warming it for a moment before he stroked himself teasingly. Long and slow, twisting his wrist right when he got to the tip, before he moved a little forward and positioned himself better.

He took hold of Blue’s dick, just managing to hold it and himself in the same hand as he pumped them both up and down.

Blue practically screamed, sobbing in pleasure.

“Gonna have to keep it together Blue.” Anselm groaned. “Can’t cum yet.”

Blue swirled his tongue around your clit, rocking your hips harder into his eager mouth. He needed to cum, so desperate to, but if he couldn’t have his own he’d have yours. Craved it more than breathing.

You moan Blue’s name with every breath, grinding against him. Your toes curling as pleasure began to coil in your stomach.

Anselm pushed you forward, changing the angle and making you arch your back while he continued to pump his and Blue’s cocks.

He slowly slid two fingers into your eager heat, groaning at your wetness. “Blue she is dripping. Fuck.”

Blue whined in response.

Anselm steadily pushed his fingers in and out before adding a third. You gasped at the stretch, holding onto the headboard for dear life.

“She loves what you’re doing Blue,” he bit his lip, “I can feel her clenching around my fingers.”

Blue sobbed, thrusting up into Anselm’s hand as much as he was able to.

“She’s gonna cum all over you. Do you want that?”

Blue nodded deliriously, despite no one being able to see.

“Want her to scream your name?” Anselm picked up his pace.

Blue moaned loudly, the sound almost as loud as your own cry of pleasure.

Anselm let go of Blue’s cock, pumping his own twice before he did the same. He leaned closer, his fingers still moving within your heat and pulled you up and back until your shoulder blades were pressing against his chest. His free hand holding your chin and throat.

“You heard the man.” He growled in your ear, pushing his fingers against a spot that he had memorised as Blue sucked on your clit for all he was worth.

Your orgasm crashed into you, whiting out your vision for a moment as you cried out Blue’s name. Your thighs shaking as your husband bit your neck, holding you against him.

You weren’t quite sure how you got there for a second, but the next thing you knew you were off Blue’s mouth, Anselm’s strong arms wrapped around you. Your back was flush against his chest, his erection hot and hard against your skin where it was sandwiched between you.

Blue leant up, his mouth, chin and neck dripping with your release. He breathed deeply, looking at you dreamily.

“Was that okay?” He asked, desperate for more praise.

You nod, exhausted, reaching out for him. Blue eagerly moved into your touch, the happiness in his chest was making him giddy.

“Lay back down.” Anselm said, his voice firm but kind and Blue followed his order without a second thought.

Anselm kissed your neck and cheek. “You okay to keep going?” He muttered.

You smile and nod, kissing his lips and nuzzling into his beard.

“Good.” He kissed your shoulder. “I think Blue’s been a good boy, hasn’t he?”

You nod. “Very good.”

Blue blushes, squirming a little and trying his best to stay still.

“I think he deserves a treat.” Anselm nips at your throat before looking back at Blue. “Do you think you deserve a treat?”

Blue swallowed and nodded eagerly. “Yes, please, please. I’ll be so good.”

Heat dusted along his cheeks as he spoke, a faint remnant of embarrassment that he was begging so willingly.

Anselm regarded him for a moment, “you have to promise not to cum unless I say you can.”

“I promise, I promise,” Blue nearly stumbled over the words in his hast to get them out. “I won’t.”

The older man nods and smiles. “Alright, if you’re sure you can be a good boy…” He kisses your shoulder again. “I’m going to talk you through it, understand?”

Blue nodded eagerly.

“My lovely wife is going to sit on your cock.”

Blue groaned, closing his eyes as his dick throbbed at the thought of it. The warmth of you clenching down on him was enough to drive him to madness.

Anselm lightly pinched his thigh, still keeping you in his lap with his right hard wrapped tightly around your waist.

The pinch hurt briefly, and Blue’s eyes flicked open instantly.

“No cumming.” Anselm gave him a stern look.

Blue bit his lip and nodded.

“Alright.” Anselm said at last, seemingly satisfied, and loosened his grip on you.

You slowly moved forwards, placing your knees on either side of Blue’s hips and took hold of his cock.

There was an audible click as Blue swallowed, his hands balled up into fists against the sheets. He watched your every movement holding his breath as you languidly positioned yourself above him and sunk down onto his length.

Blue moaned loudly, relief briefly flooding his veins as your tight warmth enveloped him. It was intoxicating, so much after being teased for so long. And it just kept getting better as you slid further and further down.

Finally, when he was fully sheathed inside, Blue opened his eyes to look up at you. Tears streamed across his face, his carefully applied eyeliner smudged and smeared across his skin.

“How does he feel?” Anselm whispered into your ear.

“Good.” You moaned.

Blue whimpered at your words.

“Good.” Anselm placed his hand on the top of your spine and pushed gently. You sunk forward, moving so that your breasts were pressed up against Blue’s chest.

The angle change made his breath catch in his throat.

“You okay?”

He nods, trying to hold himself together.

You smile softly and kiss him gently as his hands slide up to run along your back.

Anselm groaned,adding more lube to his hand and palming himself while he gazed at the sight of Blue’s cock splitting you open. How your slick leaked out and coated his skin.

“You okay with this, my love?”

You broke this kiss with Blue long enough to nod and mutter, “yes.”

“Alright,” Anselm ran the tip of his lube coated forefinger along your thigh before pushing against your entrance and slipping inside.

Blue gasped, a string of expletives falling out of his mouth as he felt Anselm’s finger slide into your cunt alongside his dick.

You groaned at the fullness, holding tightly onto Blue’s shoulders.

“Okay?” Anselm whispered, trying to keep a neutral tone and hold back the blatant desire from his voice.

“Ohgodohgodohgodohgod,” Blue panted and you nodded.

Anselm slowly slipped another finger in, pumping them both in and out lazily, stretching you completely and rubbing against the thick vein that ran up the length of Blue’s cock.

Blue gasped, his fingers digging into your back as you squeezed him, every nerve ending in his body was firing with pleasure. Tears rolled down his cheeks as he panted and sobbed.

Anselm added a third finger into your cunt. “Fuck, so greedy my love.” Desire made his voice gruff and low. He shifted closer, moving on his knees as he began to move his hand quicker, fucking both of you.

“Fuck, baby, need you.” You cried out, moving against his fingers.

“Whatever the lady wants.” Anselm pulled his hand away, your slick mixing with the lube on his fingers. He pumped his cock, covering it with your wetness and more lube before he lined himself up with your pussy and pushed in.

Blue moaned so loudly it was almost a scream. Your walls clenching down on him, the sweet slide of Anselm’s cock pushing into you, rubbing against his own dick, it was so much, too much. Not enough.

You gasped as Anselm bottomed out.

“You okay, my love?”

“Good,” you nodded. “Full.” That was an understatement, you were stretched to the limit. The bulge of both of their cocks pushing out your stomach so that Blue could feel it underneath you.

Anselm kissed your back, pressing his forehead against your neck and stayed still, letting you move and adjust to their combined size.

“I wasn’t sure we’d both fit.” Your husband mutters against your skin, you can hear the tension in his voice, how hard he’s trying not to buck into you.

You chuckle and move your legs a little, sitting a bit further up, your palms flat against the mattress either side of Blue’s head.

So full. But it was so good.

Both of them seemed to be pushing on different parts that felt exceptional, experimentally you ground down a little, rolling your hips.

“Oh shit!”

“Oh fuck!”

You chuckled at their combined reactions and slowly began to rock a little, back and forth, back and forth.

Blue’s hand flew to your thighs, trying to ground himself as he arched his back and screwed up his eyes.

Anselm leaned forward even more, pressing his chest against your back and rolling his hips into you, taking over and guiding your movements.

Heat quickly began to spark along your nerves. The sensation so overwhelming as they both rocked into you, finding a toe curling rhythm that was quickly making you see stars.

Anselm grunted, biting your neck as he picked up the pace, growling as he snapped his hips into you and rutting like an animal.

You let out a wail as pleasure spiked across your skin. Blue’s own cry echoing your own.

The bed creaked, your combined pants of air and the slick sound as you were fucked within an inch of your life filled the room.

Blue sobbed, so much, too much. He was hurtling towards his orgasm too fast. “Please, please, please, I need to cum, I’m going to cum, please!”

“Not yet.” Anselm growled, snaking his hand down to tease your clit while the other pinched your nipple.

You cried out, clenching down on both of them as they slid in and out of you, hitting every single devastating spot inside.

Anselm planted his right foot on the floor and thrusted into your harder, faster as Blue whimpered and you moaned, bouncing up and down on both of them.

The tight ball of pleasure in your belly dropped, seemed to deepen impossibly, and oh fuck, you recognised this feeling.

“Anselm, I’m gonna, I’m gonna,” you could barely get the words out, every muscle tensing.

“That’s it,” he growled into your ear, “fucking squirt all over him.”

Blue opened his eyes, gasping as you convulsed, your orgasm hitting you like a tidal wave as you squirted all over his stomach.

Anselm held onto you tightly, fucking your though it and locked eyes with Blue. “Cum.”

It was like a switch had been hit. Blue sobbed as he came, shooting his load deep inside you as you shook around him, painting your walls and Anselm’s cock with his cum.

Anselm growled loudly, the sound rumbling through his bones as he chased his release, the sight of you and Blue lost in pleasure underneath him pushed him over the edge. He groaned as his orgasm finally crested, sapping the strength from his limbs as he thrusted mindlessly, pumping his spend into your abused hole.

Blue shook a little, coming back to himself, having seemingly passed out for a second. You were exhausted, your weight on top of him a comforting necessity.

Somehow you managed to lean up and kiss his cheek, running your lips over his sweat and tear stained skin before you laid back onto his chest. Letting exhaustion overtake you.

He held you tightly. His chest hurt, it was like someone had cracked open his ribs. He felt raw despite the blissful afterglow of his orgasm.

Anselm carefully pulled out, admiring the mixture of cum leaking out of you and onto Blue for a moment before he kissed your cheek and Blue’s forehead.

“I’ll be right back.” He muttered before he left the room.

Blue sniffed, swallowed, tried to keep himself together. Everything hurt, not physically but something deep in his chest and head. Like he had been cut, sliced cleanly.

He chest shook as he started to cry silently.

You raised your head quickly, snapping out of the call of post orgasm slumber.

“Blue, baby?” You cupped his face, your movements a little difficult with how hard he was holding you.

He screwed up his eyes, trying to stop the tears. “I’m sorry, I, I don’t know why I’m crying.”

“It’s okay, it’s okay,” you soothed, leaning up and kissing his cheeks and lips. “It happens sometimes.”

He swallowed. “It does?”

You hummed an affirmative. “Strong emotions and Anselm did edge you quite a bit.” You smile softly at him and he laughs once, quietly through the tears before he sniffs again and nods.

“Sorry.”

“Don’t be sorry.” You kiss him again. “You’re allowed to cry. Just know that you’re safe and you’re loved.”

His breath caught in his throat. “Loved?” He whispered.

“Loved.” You repeated and pressed your lips against his, lightly teasing your tongue into his mouth.

Anselm came back in with a jug of water and three glasses, as well as two wet and warm wash cloths.

He set the tray down on the side before kissing you and then kissing Blue. Lightly he stroked Blue’s hair. “You okay?”

Blue nodded and smiled.

“Just feeling a bit emotional.” You explained.

“Ah,” Anselm lays down next to you both, wrapping one arm around Blue and one around you. “I understand, and I know the best cure for that.”

He waits until Blue raises his eyebrows in question to continue.

“A glass of water, a nice hot bath and then lots of cuddles under warm blankets. Sound good?”

You smile and lean your head against your husband’s shoulder.

“Sounds very good.” Blue grins.

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So. I played Side Order (or rather I finished Side Order, aside from a few completion marks that doesn't offer any spoiler stuff!).

I've been seeing stuff on Tumblr, on Discord servers, on YouTube comments by people who were… Not entirely happy with it. Or rather disappointed. "They could have done more…", "This character was underused…", "I preferred the Octo Expansion…", "Let's re-write it for something better…". And let me tell you, I was (and still am) infuriated when reading these. Not because those comments and posts and messages were unfair, unjust and idiotic or anything (well maybe the re-writing thing was uncalled for), but because I actually loved that DLC. I think that's pretty normal to be angry with seeing a thing you love being shit on, even if I get what all of you meant. But I still wanted to share my own thoughts (because why not, I like saying what I think).

First and foremost, let me just say that I have a pretty different relation with Splatoon than most people. I was in since the release of the first game. I didn't play it due to a lack of Wii U, but I watched a lot of videos. And I liked it! I even had Splatoon OCs, I could be considered a fandom veteran at this point! But after some years, I put it at the back of my head as something I loved. When the Switch came out, I didn't have the money for it and no one would buy me one, so I continued to be a PC gamer. And when I saw the news of a Splatoon 2, I dismissed it like it was something silly, "what can you say more about Splatoon!?" I knew there was some new idols, some stuff about a DLC, Callie being kidnapped, but that's all. I dismissed all of this, and as a result I don't have much of an attachment for it. But in 2021, when I saw the news about a third game, I was ecstatic again. And in 2022, when I finally could afford it, I bought a Switch. Not just any Switch, the Splatoon themed one, and I pre-ordered the game. And when it came out, I spent less than a day to finish the story mode, and it was one of the best day of my life, I played Splatoon for 16 entire hours. Splatoon 3 is now my most played game on the Switch, more than 300 hours (that can seem not that much for some of you, but I'm a casual gamer, I don't play every day, so that's still a lot!). I even bought Splatoon 2 and the Octo Expansion after that. Splatoon 2 story mode was incredible, because that's the game I never got to play but more mastered. Octo Expansion was incredible, because it was… incredible. But I still liked Splatoon 3 story mode better. Is it because I've played it before? Because I hadn't the one year of unskippable Off the Hook news to make me like them before the DLC (to be fair I didn't know much of Deep Cut too!)? Because it clicked more on me? Honestly I don't care. It's not important, because it's still my preferences. But let met tell you, when the news of Splatoon 3 DLC dropped, I was roaring. Every crumbs of news and trailers widened my life expectancy. I was finally sharing the hype that you felt for Octo Expansion. And…

Two days ago, I played it. And I loved it. Why? Why did I love it where so many people seem disappointed? This will not be an analysis, I'm not good at those, just… Here's how I see things. Also there will be huge spoilers so if you haven't censored the tags for whatever reason, I will hide it beneath a read more because I'm nice.

First, the gameplay. When I heard it was going to be a roguelite, I was intrigued, because it seemed interesting. I was wondering how it was going to play out, more like The Binding of Isaac, or like Hades… Okay I only played those two. And it was like Hades. But I think the best thing to come out of this gameplay is… Well, the fact is every mission from all other story modes (including octo expansion) are pretty much the same in that they have an intended way to be beaten. Sure, for OE and S3 you have a choice of weapons, and there's probably unorthodox ways to finish them (including speedruns), but it's still organised around a specific way to deal with the levels. You go at one point and there you're done. And that's why I will never re-play the story modes I already finished. I know the ropes, so… Why? But here… The gameplay itself doesn't change much. It's an amalgamation of most Splatoon gameplay since now, Salmon Run, Ranked Match, Octo Expansion levels… But the way you APPROACH this gameplay is different and that's why every thing changes. Because you are now free to choose. You don't want a stage? Choose another one, the cost of a good chip and membux not being that punishing, you want a specific type of chip? Go for it! There is so much fun combos to do, I have fun at every run! They told us it was going to be replayable. And they haven't failed to give. Because when I want to replay a game, then I know it's good. Aside of multiplayer games and games made to be replayable (TBOI, Dishonored…), some of favourite games are Half-Life 2 (my favourite game in general), Hollow Knight and Mario & Luigi Bowser's Inside Story. Once you've finished exploring it all, well there is nothing else. But I still want to experience it again. And again. I have tens and even hundreds of hours on each of them. So yeah. If a game makes me want to replay it, I like it! And also… The final fight. The "phase 2" of the final fight. It was probably the most satisfying gameplay in all of Splatoon. Every path you took? Every path you didn't take? It was there. And you could experience it all together and finally finish your first run, empowered by it, in-game and outside. This was so good. I really wish we will get updates like more stages, bosses or even chips, because wow.

Secondly, the atmosphere. This point will be much shorter, but holy shit this game was incredible to be immersed into. The cold and sanitised atmosphere of the Spire? Amazing. Obvious Portal and liminal spaces vibes, but hey. And the music… Really the music makes a lot of it. The final fight music is absolutely incredible, one more time, and the credits theme is probably my favourite credits theme of every Splatoon game and DLC (that VIOLIN, that heckin' VIOLIN). I wouldn't be able to say which one of Octo Expansion and Side Order's atmospheres was my favourite. I guess I'm less sensitive to childhood memories and such but hey. Both DLC's atmospheres were incredible good.

Finally… The sore point of everything I guess, the story. I guess we expected more. Even myself, I expected something darker, deeper, more mysterious and esoteric… Have I been disappointed. No. I understand that some people were, but I am not. And frankly, I feel like I don't have to be. Like what do we really wished for? More octoling lore? Marina's past uncovered? Mature themes and dark atmosphere? I am just describing Octo Expansion. We didn't need Octo Expansion 2.0. Every theme that I've seen wished for? Octo Expansion tackled them, greatly even. So did we really need to do the same thing again? I feel like Splatoon 3 was the great conclusion of the other games' story modes, where all marine life finally united against the common enemy: mammals, the past of Earth's life coming back for its great revival. And it was a spectacular conclusion. And Side Order was Octo Expansion's conclusion. But it wasn't that bombastic, it was more of a calm conclusion, an epilogue of some sort. Marina wasn't in great danger or anything (well she was but less than we expected), we didn't need to expand the damsel in distress role for confirming Marina and Pearl's relation (which was pretty much hinted on greatly without it lmao), we already knew that. We didn't need some dramatic story about Marina's departure's effect on the one she was close to, like some people predicted for Acht. I think some fan comics explored this way better and Nintendo telling their own version would have been disappointing either for it or for the fan comics' versions! We didn't need more insights on Eight, because once again Octo Expansion ALREADY did this. Eight seems happy with their new name and identity, so why should we uncover more? They already won a lot with Octo Expansion and their sacrifices would have been dull if there were reveals on "who they really are".

Nah. Side Order, how I see it, is a story about fixing the damage made in the Octo Expansion. It's a story about recovery. About finally confirming your place in the world and accepting that everything will not be like you think it will. Acht is not there to expose Marina's errors, Acht is there to show how this recovery can work. She symbolises every octoling Marina left when she quit the army and ESPECIALLY every octoling she swore to help. And she's also there because it would have been less interesting to see an octoling we've never seen before, especially since she is an octoling we knew got Kamabo Co.'d! Every palette is someone we already know, an anchor to the world of Splatoon, and for Eight, an anchor to their memories, as the locker was their palette. As they know more and more people, they know more and more where their place in the world is. And the end of your first run? The start of the final boss phase 2? Yeah the music is Pearl, Marina and Acht's. But it is Eight's pulse that got everything back together. Their heart beating made the world beating again. They found freedom, now they found their place in the world. They're finally complete. Like you complete your palette with every chips at once. Octo Expansion final fight was their last fight for freedom. But I think this was their last fight for identity.

But outside of that, I think Order/Smollusk is more than that. More and more we advance through completing the palettes, we learn that Smollusk is the result of Marina's wish for order in her life (and her fellow octolings') and especially the other octolings developers dreams. And I think that's really important, because after that, we learn that why Smollusk still fights us is because it's… alone. And Acht seemingly understands that. You know why this is? Why it doesn't understand Marina's intentions by "betraying" it? Because Marina, as opposed to the other developers and Acht, found someone. She found her partner for life, the love of her life you could say, she found someone else that could offer her something great. And I think the other developers didn't find that companionship, so they had other goals with the Memverse, and Acht, left behind by Marina, felt this loneliness too, taking refuge in music, so that's why she understood what Smollusk felt. I think Splatoon story is a lot about isolation, solitude and loneliness. The (Inkadian) octolings were chased from the surface, living in the underground, isolated and forced into military life. When they risked survival, they stole the great zapfish and we sent then back into the dark. So they retaliated by stealing it again and also kidnapping Callie, separating Marie from the person she holds dearest (while Callie thought she could offer them company and finally uniting back the two people). Octo Expansion was also about isolation from the surface, for everyone involved and Tartar… Well the mammal (and adjacent) survivors don't really have it well, huh? Judd was made immortal, a great lonely situation for one of the last mammals, even if the professor give him Lil Judd for that (isolating the latter from self expression, oops!), Tartar wanted finally someone who could understand the knowledge he was bearing, and in his final instants was longing to return to the professor and for Grizz… We saw what happened in the logs! But this is not where it ends. The first final Splatfest was literally choosing between the Squid Sister, separating one from the other. And when the Splatocalypse happened, we thought it would be the same, that both option were going to be negative. A endless world of anomy where nothing makes sense against a cold and dystopic dictatorship. But we saw Chaos rather meant a world of differences where anyone can be what they want to be and still be reunited with people. So now we see what Order meant: reuniting people by putting them on equal terms. And at the end, that's what you and Smollusk agreed on! He'd be a difficult final boss and you'd be a formidable opponent for him! Splatfests weren't meant to be divisive or anything, it's just a fun way to see what do people choose in their life. So to face loneliness and meet new and fun people, what will you choose? Chaos or Order?

I guess I understand if it wasn't the story you wanted to see. But I liked it either way, as I also struggle with loneliness and finding my place in the world. And as I also like roguelites!

#splatoon #splatoon 3 #splatoon 3 side order #splatoon 3 side order spoilers #side order #side order spoilers #somewhat of a long post with my thoughts

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bipp-bopp-time-to-stop · 1 month

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Little Update

Hello to everyone reading this, I thought I'd post a little update on how things are going. At the current moment, I am struggling to produce fics at a steady rate as multiple things are happening on my end (from work to writer's block to me also just being very easily distracted). This does not mean I'll no longer be posting fics for a while, rather, they'll just be coming out slower than how I planned them to (which was once a week). This also does not mean I won't be posting content in general. Rather, I thought I'd be sharing some headcannons as well as potential AUs. Some of these AUs are niche as they approach specific crossovers or expand on ideas not exactly explored by other authors (that I'm aware of, that is). I'll make sure to posts these headcannons and potential mini fics under their own tags so it'll be easy to find and read them or block them in case it's not your cup of tea. Now, I never like to have a post without a little idea of what's to come, so I'll give a brief run down of a few things knocking around in my brain.

AUs:

Dragon Rider! AU- Because How To Train Your Dragon nostalgia has been hitting me hard this past week, and because I've had LU on the brain, the two naturally started to combine. There are many versions of this I could go for such as the Chain being dragon riders or (Name) being a dragon rider or even actually mixing the stories/ worlds of HTTYD and LU together. The ideas I have for this AU will require its own post and/ or posts.

Fragments! AU- I cannot think of a proper name for this AU, but it's one I've had for nearly as long as I've been reading LU x reader stuff. There's multiple Links due to the Hero's Spirit and the curse, but what about multiple (Name)s? After all, the player/(Name) have likely played other games outside of the Zelda franchise, but I'm focusing in on the self insert games. The ones where you create your own character or "yourself". Think of the Sims or, for a darker flavor, Skyrim and Bloodborne. These are just examples of games where you create a character(s). In a way, these other "you"s would carry a fragment of your essence since you created them. I don't know how else to describe this so I may also create a post for a more in depth explanation. I could also potentially just drop the idea all together as I don't have much for it even though it's been in my head the longest.

Headcannons:

What/ Who the Guide is and if they are the same person as the Player- The title is pretty self-explanatory. I've only seen tid-bits done on Guide/ Player lore and I'm a lore fanatic so I've been wanting to do my own expansion on this. Personally, I do believe the Guide and the Player do have ties to each other but are (technically) not the same person. The leading theory I have on the Guide is that they were a lesser god in comparison to Hylia and Demise and, to save themselves from being killed by Demise, entered a contract with Hylia that made them watch over Hylia's chosen heroes. It'll also explain how the Guide and Player are connected and why the Guide "leaves" the boys after their adventures are done. I do plan on there being a lot of angst in this, so be warned.

Feel free to send in questions about these as I'm always open to interaction! Plus, interacting with you guys or hearing your opinions/ thoughts on these ideas could help get the brain juices flowing as well as further flesh out these ideas!

#bippboppupdate #lu x reader #linked universe x reader #linked universe headcannon #linked universe au

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executables-sims · 5 months

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Get to know you: Sims Style

Thank you so much for the tag, @goatskickin! :D I am ill rn, so please excuse the rambling. x) Long post ahead!

What’s your favorite Sims death? Maybe fright? I've only ever had it happen once via ghost, the anim is pretty funny. :)

Alpha CC or Maxis Match? My Simblr probably says otherwise, but I don’t have a preference! I’ve had nearly every possible CC style under the sun throughout my years of playing, and I constantly think about reviving my 'semi-realism' folder (living vicariously through you, other simmers!). I didn't play with CC until early 2006 though, so MM is a little bit more nostalgic. :)

Do you cheat your sims weight? Hell no! I'm still in awe of Nysha's townie body diversity mod finally letting townies be fat. :D I wish the game had a better way of managing bodyshapes so I could add more variety that way.

Do you move objects? Of course!

Favorite Mod? Of all time? Impossible! My continued interest in gameplay is always because of new mods. :)

I did gain a new outlook thanks to a mod recently, though! My wild romance sim Blaze Biermann ended up 'mood swinging' to fortune before he went to uni, and instead of reverting, it got stuck.

He had a few flings still (pleasure secondary), but after he returned home and met his daughter (for the first time since her birth), he started cringing whenever I directed him to romance his dates. It felt like he had grown as a person, and I loved it!

TL;DR: Randomly change your sims' original aspiration/s to give them interesting character arcs! First Expansion/Game Pack/Stuff Pack? I mean, not my decision, but our first TS1 EP was Hot Date. I'm pretty sure I got TS2 EPs/SPs in order of release (miss those days of unwrapping a new one every birthday/christmas!).

Do you pronounce live mode like aLIVE or LIVing? We're LIVE, baby! 🎥

Who’s your favorite sim that you’ve made? I don't usually get very attached to my first-generation sims, but maybe Evonne Milos, from the gameplay/story hood I accidentally destroyed in four days? Never actually played her, but I had a lot of ideas for a corrupt 'sexpot' politician. x)

Have you made a simself? Lots! 99% of the fun I had playing TS2 as a kid was me and my best friend making ourselves and our respective crushes of the week, and we'd always live in one of those Veronaville lots that was two houses connected by a balcony. I can't even tell you the amount of times she got me pregnant against my wishes whilst I went to the bathroom, lmao.

Which is your favorite EA hair color? For colour consistency, probably brown? But there are a lot of brunettes in Brunwick (must be the name!), so I enjoy the recessives popping up in gameplay. :)

Favorite EA hair? Does an EA download count? Jeanette is lovely.

Favorite life stage? Ohhh dude, that's so difficult to answer. They all bring different challenges and dynamics to the household! I feel like I've started to appreciate the child lifestage more since Brunwick has grown large enough to have multiple friendship groups. It's fun watching them goof around with each other and be actual kids, instead of sitting indoors skilling. I really need to build a park! :)

Are you a builder or are you in it for the gameplay?

Are you a CC creator? Yes, I really love how this game has led me to so many creative hobbies! Would like to tackle BHAVs one day. :)

Do you have any Simblr friends or a Sim Squad? Yeah! I consider us all friends over our shared enjoyment of the game really, but as a chronic lurker I'm not the best at cultivating connections. x) Does anyone wanna make a secret club? xD

Do you have any sims merch? No, but I do have a bunch of rad sims memories. 👉😎👉

Do you have a YouTube for sims? Nope, but I watched plenty of sim music videos back in the day! Found a lot of songs that way. :) Some formative memories here: One / Two

How has your “Sims style” changed throughout your years of playing? I sadly don't have screenshots of my oldest saves thanks to a combo of no external HD and no screenshot program, but here's one example:

But gameplay-wise, a lot! My early years were probably based around creating stories more than actively playing, but when I did I would just emulate perfect families, attempt legacies, and restart BG hoods over and over. x)

Now I'm all about wants-based gameplay; witnessing and interpreting a story, as opposed to creating one from scratch. But I will add drama if I find my interest waning! x)

Who’s your favorite CC creator? Again, super-duper impossible to answer because everyone's CC makes the game fun, but my most recent CC shopping spree was Honeywell and HugeLunatic! :) 🛒

How long have you had Simblr? Technically 2011, officially 2013, but if we're being pedantic, I finally made a dedicated Simblr (this) in 2016. x)

How do you edit your pictures? These days, just sharpen and shrink! CC previews aren't too complicated either- a blurred out screenshot for the BG and a shadow.

What expansion/gamepack is your favorite? Ooh… maybe Nightlife, by a smidgen? I feel like it gave us a lot of new features and items, and the subhood was nice (as a non-builder at the time!).

Tagging: @daman19942 @aondaneedles @eulaliasims @profesionalpartyguest @tvickiesims @and everyone else, I love reading these! :D

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affectionatelyrs · 4 months

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2023 Writing Roundup

Thank you to @anincompletelist @happiness-of-the-pursuit @hgejfmw-hgejhsf @littlemisskittentoes @rockyroadkylers @songliili and @xthelastknownsurvivorx for the tags

*Taps mic* is this thing on? Yeah? Great. Allow me to be somewhat sappy for a moment then.

I started writing in August of this year. As in, I haven't written fic/majorly creatively ever before this, and it's something that I never thought I would do. Until I did. And my goodness... I'm so insanely grateful that I decided to start. Writing has given me so much purpose - It's something I genuinely adore; it makes me incredibly happy that I get to share my words with all of y'all, and the people I've met have been so incredibly lovely. So, without further ado, here's what I've written in 2023! :)

January through July

Nothing, I was just an avid reader

August

Far too Enamored to be Content Now | M | 2k | One Shot

"You've been rather quiet all evening, H," Alex muses, trailing one long finger up the expanse of Henry's neck, higher, higher, high, until it lingers over his bottom lip. Taps it with the pad a few times. "Why don't you use that pretty mouth of yours to tell me what you want then, hmm?" Alex is expecting Henry's lips to pucker, their typical automatic response to this action. What he is not expecting, however, is the way Henry's lips slightly part before taking his finger slowly into his mouth and sucking, never once breaking eye-contact. - Henry is bloody starving.

You Came Out of Nowhere (And You Cut through All the Noise) | E | 10.9k | One Shot (with a bonus chapter)

Alex starts to feel worse about how he reacted to the man earlier — he’s usually all bark and no bite, but how is the bartender supposed to know that? Alex can be snarky, but he’s never cruel. Allowing his lips to quirk up into a small smile, he replies “Yeah. Yeah, I’m fine. Thank you, really.” “Well,” he says with a smirk, “in the event that you are lying to me simply to placate our earlier interaction, my shift ends in 15 minutes. I don’t suppose you’d be willing to stick around to chat with a perfect stranger?” Alex’s brain stutters for a moment at his facade being so transparent that it's all he can do to stutter out a “Yeah—um, yeah. Okay, sure.” Maybe he also gets stuck on the words perfect stranger, and the immediate thought of mmmm, perfect indeed that pops up in his brain as a result. He chooses to ignore that as well. - Or, Alex is feeling insecure after a bad date - Henry shows him that he doesn't have to be

September

All of This Silence and Patience (Pining and Anticipation) | T | 5.1k | One Shot

“I didn’t know that you were—” he cuts himself off, sliding a hand over his face. “I, um. Shit, sorry. I just meant, uh… Christ—” Alex saves Henry some breath by cutting him off. “Bi? Sure am.” “Since when?” Is Henry’s only response. Apparently, being in dangerously close proximity to pretty boys makes him a bit dim. Whatever. He’ll have time to reflect on this and feel utterly mortified later. Alex does the following in slow succession: smirks, cocks an eyebrow, looks Henry up and down once, and shrugs a shoulder. “I dunno. Suppose that’s a bit hard to pin down, sweetheart.” - Or, Alex (flirty) and Henry (flustered) are both hiding in a closet at a party for different reasons

Baby, You're Gonna Lose Your Own Game | E | 4k | One Shot

Alex thinks he understands why people get stupid, impulsive tattoos like their ex’s name now if the sudden urge to etch the word darling onto his hip in permanent ink is anything to go by. So, yeah, Alex supposes. Henry may still be maddening, but his mouth? His voice? Maybe it was always hot, actually, and the irritation he previously felt was just thinly veiled complete and utter attraction. That would check out. Hate has always been a multifaceted word, after all. - Or, Alex decides that he wants to fuck the British out of Henry while watching him speak at a gala

October

King of My Heart | E | 8.5k | One Shot

Alex, as always, is utterly captivating. He accepts his crown with grace and a crooked grin; it’s a duality that only he can pull off. Alex’s megawatt smile is brighter than the hundreds of multicolored shards of light reflecting off the mirrorball in the center of the room. Henry knows that Alex looks good on stage, he knows that Alex knows that he looks good on stage, and apparently, everyone else knows it as well. Henry thinks he sees a girl faint at the sight out of the corner of his eye. And yet, no one knows about Alex and him. Everyone in the crowd wants Alex, but it’s a losing battle — Henry already won that fight a couple of weeks ago. - Or, When Alex wins Prom King, Henry sneaks him away for a moment alone and realizes that his feelings may run deeper than their clandestine hookups suggest

Help Me Hold On to You | T | 3.2k | One Shot

“I can’t do this all the time, Alex,” Henry huffs out, arms crossed from the opposite end of the couch. “I’ve been more than happy to help, and I’ve been doing so as much as I can, but we need to talk about it. It’s been…a lot for me.” Too much. Henry doesn’t say it directly, but it’s the undercurrent of his words. Two words that Alex has heard many times in his life, over and over again until they became permanently pressed into his eyelids like a brand, reminding him of his state of being every time he so much as blinks. - Or, Henry isn't always able to give Alex the help he needs, which sends Alex into a spiral, but they'll always find a way to work things out together

November

Save a Horse, Ride a Princess | E | 8.6k | One Shot

“I have to say, this is all quite literal, don’t you think?” Alex wouldn’t know literal right now if it hit him in the head. “Huh?” Henry points at Alex: “Pillow Princess,” and then to himself: “Cowboy. Ready to ride and all that.” Alex nods dumbly. “Right.” - Or, Alex and Henry dress up as the ultimate couples costume for Halloween — themselves — and they both feel some kind of way about it

December

Gonna Give You Something (So You Know What’s on My Mind) | E | 11.3k | Two Shot

Alex hums, turning around to pull open the freezer drawer. “You want anything?” But Henry barely registers his question. Not when Alex is slightly bent over, allowing Henry a perfect view of his perfect ass. Each individual ridge of his spine is visible due to his lack of shirt. All of these things combined would normally be a large enough issue in itself to render Henry dumbstruck, except— Except, that’s not the only thing that Henry’s faced with. Right there, clear as day: blue lace, delicately peeking out from the waistband of his joggers. Henry’s hand immediately flies up to his cheek. The skin is hot to the touch, and he feels the imprint of where the material once lay like a brand. - Or, With the help of a white elephant gift, Henry learns that maybe the whole being-in-love-with-his-roommate thing isn’t as one-sided as he thought

Coming Soon

Double shot - my first ever multichap! :) Featuring sexting, falling in love in a coffee shop, and learning a lot about oneself - I'm incredibly excited for this one

Walk and Talk - a long one shot - College AU, irl epistolary, the literal act of walking and talking out of class and getting to know someone - this has been in the works for months

Henry is a painting (untitled) - Magical realism - Alex has a painting of a prince in his bedroom and one day it talks - a series of their conversations at night time in Alex's room, introspection, discussions of mental health, and falling in love

A secret birthday fic for @happiness-of-the-pursuit

A valentines day fic - Magical realism, Henry can see other people's future love lives and sets up shop on campus - Alex visits one day and Henry see's something he's never been able to see in his visions... himself

Coming... Eventually

Soulmate AU, beach at night, 5+1 love confession through non-verbal cues, companion fic to AOTSAP, and more

THANK U SO MUCH TO EVERYONE AGAIN. I genuinely couldn't do this without you. Fic and RWRB and all of y'all mean so fucking much to me. Thank you for an amazing year, and I'm so excited for what's to come

Tagging other ppl and literally anyone whose fics have ever inspired me bc y'all are so important - @kiwiana-writes @inexplicablymine @read-and-write- @clottedcreamfudge @everwitch-magiks @smc-27 @welcometololaland @whimsymanaged @tintagel-or-cockleshells @iboatedhere @indomitable-love @orchidscript @onward--upward @sparklepocalypse @dumbpeachjuice @dustratcentral @dustratcentral @firenati0n @gayrootvegetable @leaves-of-laurelin @lizzie-bennetdarcy @cultofsappho @cricketnationrise @nocoastposts @myheartalivewrites @matherines and @rmd-writes

#affectionatelyrs #rwrb #red white and royal blue #rwrb fic #rwrb fanfic #my fics #about me #tag game #writing roundup #2023 writing roundup

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