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apollo’s confidence in court: oh my god i’m the worst lawyer ever my client is going to go to JAIL because i can’t even do my JOB
apollo’s confidence outside of court: i’m the only smart one here, i’m the most normal guy in the world and NO ONE is doing it like i am, investigations are EASY, klavier gavin wants me carnally
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inkskinned · 9 months
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he says i hate everyone except you and that is addictive and that is kind of romantic and beautiful because you're young and you're kind of a sarcastic asshole too and you don't like bad boys, per say, but you don't really like good ones either. and you like that you were the exception, it felt like winning.
except life is not a romance book, and he was kind of being honest. he doesn't learn to be nice to your friends. he only tolerates your family. you have to beg him to come with you to birthday parties, he complains the whole time. you want to go on a date but - people are often there, wherever you're going. he's just so angry. about everything, is the thing. in the romance book, doesn't he eventually soften? can't you teach him, through your own sense of whimsy and comfort?
at first - you know introverts often need smaller friend groups, and honestly, you're fine staying at home too. you like the small, tidy life you occupy. you're not going to punish him for his personality type.
except: he really does hate everyone but you. which means he doesn't get along with his therapist. which means he has no one to talk to except for you. which means you take care of him constantly, since he otherwise has no one. which means you sometimes have to apologize for him. which means he keeps you home from seeing your friends because he hates them. you're the single exception.
about a decade from this experience, you'll type into google: how to know if a relationship is codependent.
he wraps an arm around you. i hate everyone except you. these days, you're learning what he's actually confessing is i have very little practice being kind.
#i used to think it was romantic too and then i was like. now i see it as a HUGE red flag#writeblr#it is also almost EXCLUSIVELY said by immature ppl who think this is normal#fyi even if u think it's funny and ur like 'im an introvert it's just TRUE' like. you need therapy (ily tho)#healed introversion is just ''i would prefer to be by myself'' not ''i hate every person'' ... hate is not normal. that is not healthy#im sorry. i know it feels accurate. but if you're walking around with that kind of rage....#1. you're making a LOT of assumptions about every single person u have ever met. which is often unfair and unkind#and also usually involves judging people based on their worst moments or little mistakes#2. you are being unfair to the person who is ur ''exception''#3. there is a VAST difference between ''ur my favorite person'' and ''the ONLY person i like.''#idk i think this is just a personal bias thing tbh#im sure there are people who have this experience normally#but i have YET to find a man who thinks like this and ISNT absolute DOGSHIT. although tbh.... like. im sure he exists#when u hit like 30 some of the things that were once kind of hot now just sound fucking exhausting. like ''im in a band''#edit in the tags: i used to kind of be like this too. but the thing is that like. my life became so much more peaceful#once i started believing that people are generally good. like yes i am mad at the world at large#but it's just.... a very hard way to live. you're not a bad person or wrong for the ways other people hurt you and taught you to be angry.#but that anger will continue to hurt YOU. it will punish YOU. it will prevent YOU from making new deep connections. it will protect you yes#but it will also cause MASSIVE blowback. bc if you lose the One Person... your life will fall apart. i know this personally.#i really recommend just trying to be... cautiously optimistic instead. like. yes#people can be horrible and cruel and there are some communities (incels for example) that aren't worth that optimism#but i think like... most people will hold a door for you . most people want to help you find your wallet .#i hope one day you are able to find peace. i hope that rage eventually smooths over. i know how hard it is PERSONALLY#and i know what must have happened to you. and im deeply deeply sorry we share the same wound.#but i promise - sometimes we all need someone else to help us carry the weight. eventually the rage has to die so that we can let help in#i had to spend years biting at outstretched hands. i still often do. im still very wary . and my heart breaks that you flinch too.#here's the thing: i don't blame you. but we were both acting out of fear and pain. .... not out of healthy behavior. and ... change#was needed. i needed change too. rage was useful for a while. then it just left me isolated and bitter. i had to (with effort)#choose to let that rage go. and let people in . VERY SLOWLY THO LOL
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nocek · 10 months
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Is it a stupid idea? Yes. Did I have to go overboard and animate it? No.
But I had to and I'm not sorry ;P
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comradekatara · 2 months
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i feel like the reason aang isn’t as adored and beloved as he should be is because he’s the protagonist but he’s also not an archetypal western classical hero. i don’t agree with the entirety of that “avatar aang: feminist icon” essay because i think the role of patriarchy and gender in atla is more complex than what that essay posits, but he definitely complicates the masculine ideal of heroism and generally does not conform to patriarchal notions of masculinity. which is very deliberate, especially as contrasted with sokka and zuko’s explicit struggles with the imperialist/colonial standards of an aggressive, militaristic, and chauvinistic masculinity. aang is subversive because he represents an absence of war in a world ravaged by it. through his link to a (somewhat more) peaceful and harmonious past, he represents a better possible future. as katara would say, he brings people hope.
but people don’t like that he’s not visibly edgy or tormented like zuko is (even though he’s a far more tragic character than zuko is, just fyi), that he isn’t “cool” (even though he’s literally the coolest kid ever, just fyi), that he “gets the girl” (even though if anything, she gets him) despite being twelve and bald and nice (the horror!). katara is the more classical hero of the narrative, as its narrator and its catalyst, the adventurous revolutionary who gradually learns to control and use her powers and eventually becoming a force to be reckoned with. zuko is the classical anti-hero of the narrative, his “redemption arc” constantly hailed as one of the greatest character arcs in television. so people expect katara and zuko, as very obvious narrative foils who parallel each other every step of the way, to be the obvious couple, because based on every romance narrative we’ve been inundated with throughout our lives, within our patriarchal society, they “just make sense together.”
but as much as katara is a protagonist in her own right, aang is the show. the title quite literally represents the central thematic tension of the entire narrative, the colon illustrating the implicit divide between his duties to this brave new world in desperate need of justice and balance, or his duties to his extirpated culture as the last true voice among them. aang is the central figure because this tension represents the crucial ideological battle happening across the entire show. aang is the avatar because he is the only person in the entire world whose values have not been shaped by war.
people constantly laud zuko, in particular, for being the most interesting, complex character in avatar. but i personally don’t even think that’s true. which isn’t to say that zuko isn’t fascinating in his own right, of course, but rather that he’s certainly not the only complex character this show has to offer. he just happens to monologue about his anguish constantly. but aang wasn’t raised as an imperial prince, and so he approaches the world, and his own pain, in a very different manner. the reason he immediately goes to ride giant koi on kyoshi island, mailchutes in omashu, and otherwise goofs around after learning of the shocking ramifications of his people’s genocide is because that’s how he copes with his pain. unlike zuko, who never stops talking about his aches and yearnings, aang represses his trauma and hides his tears behind a mask of upbeat cheerful goofy twelve year old antics.
until he can’t anymore. until he snaps. both katara and zuko wear their hearts on their sleeves, and that includes their rage. but aang’s rage is dangerous specifically because it represents that he has been pushed past his limits, that the conditions of this world in which he is a perpetual stranger, temporally displaced and dispossessed, are intolerable. that peaceful reconciliation is impossible. and the fact that he persists beyond that breaking point, over and over again, to firmly and resoundingly establish his ideals even as they conflict with everything he has learned about this world, a world that is not his own even as he can never return to the world he once knew, is what makes him so unique, so powerful, so beautiful.
i know that aang isn’t the typical hero, neither narratively nor aesthetically, but really, that’s the entire point. the world, our world, needs something other than what we have now. we need someone who will not succumb to the ideals of domination and victory through violence to assert themselves. we need someone who stands firm in refusing to kill the firelord, even as everyone he knows tells him otherwise. we need someone who knows that darkness cannot be vanquished through more darkness, but can only truly yield to purifying light.
and sure, aang is a child, and often acts childishly. sure, he’s not conventionally handsome and alluring. but one thing i will never understand is how that somehow negates his appeal to the masses. because even if you don’t appreciate how crucial he is to the themes of this narrative you all seem to love so much, how can you not love his adorable little face? his precious little laugh, his zest for life, the infinite well of love and kindness he holds in his heart? people who hate aang are crazy to me. because you are, quite literally, hating the world’s most precious baby boy.
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willowser · 7 months
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katsuki blames the alcohol for making him stupid.
really stupid.
not that he's had a lot, but his tolerance is low for a guy of his size, and he can feel the edges of his inhibitions dulling with every drink of whatever denki has shoved in his hand. it doesn't taste like absolute shit, which is rare enough to have him indulging, just a bit, for the agency halloween party.
another sip has his head feeling a little swimmy, and before he knows it, his eyes are trailing across the room until they find you. again.
whatever the hell you're supposed to be tonight—a witch, or something else in a pointy hat—is really fucking with him, and has since you walked in. the costume isn't revealing in a sense that it's inappropriate for a work event, but it's...hugging you in all the right places. in every single one of them.
without tights, it would be on the too-short side, but—and no, katsuki can't fucking explain this—something about them is making everything worse. and your calf-high boots ain't helping, either.
it's just—your fucking—hips.
katsuki couldn't tell you what song is playing, but you're swaying back and forth to the tune and one of his canines digs into the plastic of his cup, so deeply that it makes a terrible creaking sound and dents beneath the pressure—and that's when a sharp elbow is delivered to the center of his chest.
mina is at his side when he looks, and her wide, freaky eyes scan his face before narrowing in her little shit-eating way.
"you're a pig."
katsuki chokes, and the little freak takes that as an admission of some kind.
"oh my god," she gasps, mouth falling in all her disgust and awe. "you can't even deny it!" and then she laughs, high and chirpy, and there's no way you can't hear her. "oh, you're down bad."
"cram it," he snaps, sinking his scowl into his cup. "i dunno what the hell you're talkin' about."
"you know i really thought better of you," mina sniffs effectively, turning her face up and away. "not the type to be blantly checking out somebody's ass."
katsuki bristles, and his aggrivation growns until the plastic in his hands starts to melt. "i wasn't—"
"i'm kidding!" mina snorts before flicking him in the nose, narrowly dodging the hand he swipes out at her. "quit being a baby and go shoot your shot already."
"piss. off."
but the hero is unaffected by him, simply scrunching up her face in response before turning on her heel to disappear further into the party.
she's wrong, katsuki thinks, because he's not a pig like sero or fucking dunce face or even kirishima, from time to time, who gets red in the face over a low cut shirt and a pair of tits.
fucking ridiculous, katsuki thinks, because he's way better than that.
it's just—the alcohol. that's making his lids heavy and his thoughts dark and his face hot. has him peeking at you over the lip of his cup, has him picturing you in his head when he's forced to look away.
and, well, maybe, the short cut of your dress has a little something to do with it, too—but he's keeping that shit to himself.
taking it to the grave, even.
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shamblespirate · 1 month
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Me. I am Girls.
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your headcanon abt peppino performing while he cooks reminded me of that scene in kiki’s delivery service where the chef guy does a cool spin with baking pans solely to impress kiki’s cat
peppino’s in the kitchen with brick and he’s like check THIS out. does a sick pizza flip or smth. brick’s like :O!!!
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hes so talented !
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domsaysstuff · 1 year
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I think the dynamic of Steve being so fucking stupidly gone on Eddie Munson and Eddie not noticing because he's trying to not think abt Steve like that "because Steve is straight and his friend and he can't go there (he goes there, he crushes so hard but he will deny)" is so underappreciated
Like so many fics paint Steve as this himbo and he is! He is our lovable himbo! But just
Let him look at the rat feral man that Eddie Munson is and be like "i want this man's dick in me ASAP" and being so obvious abt it
Confident in his sexuality and determined to get what he wants Steve Harrington just flirting with Eddie and, sure, being a cringe fail loser abt it, but like HE'S SO OBVIOUS
Everybody knows he wants that dick EXCEPT Eddie
Steve is in misery, in hell, by this point he thinks that either Eddie isn't into him or just is letting him down
And Eddie thinks he is the one in misery because Steve is just always there™ and trying to be his friend and is so hot™ and jOkIngLy flirting with him and he wants to kiss him so bad but "stevie is straight and totally not into him guys :(("
Robin is just laughing at them "this world is so lucky you two can't have biological children together, because let me tell you, these kids would be so dumb"
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cozylittleartblog · 1 month
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here comes the boy ~ hello boy ✨
cleaned up a couple of the vash doodles i did while learning to draw him :)
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wispforever · 4 months
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do you guys think kakuzu's ever really hard on himself bc of his time in the waterfall and then hidan just unknowingly is himself
bonus under the cut
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yrsonpurpose · 7 months
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Please be patient with me, and I promise I will try and be brave for us. Because when they write the history of my life, I want it to include you, and my love for you.
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otaku553 · 7 months
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I have an agenda.
Long hair teenage sabo.
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turtleblogatlast · 1 month
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Don’t think I ever quite said what my LGBTQ+ headcanons are for the boys, so these are my current thoughts! Always changing of course but this is what I feel most strongly right now.
#rottmnt#rise of the teenage mutant ninja turtles#rottmnt headcanons#rise donnie#rise leo#rise mikey#rise raph#donnie and leo’s sexualities being practically swapped was unintentional but it works way too well#same with mikey and raph tbh it was a happy accident#anyway I kinda hc raph as the type who doesn’t care about physical appearance just if you fight lol#Mikey’s more than happy with friends and family#Donnie is a BIG romantic but he needs time to sus a person out fully before he gets the hots for them#leo meanwhile isn’t keen on romance unless it’s with someone he grows to really really REALLY trust#I could go on and probably will later (knowing me) but it is late and I am tired haha#turtle art tag#curious as to what everyone else headcanons#the only one of these I’ll defend forever is Bi (female-leaning) donnie and trans leo#all the others can change over time but I really like where they’re sitting right now#I hope these are the right flags too because it was kinda hard to find them#went looking for transmasc flag in particular but I couldn’t find a solid agreed upon version 😭#ngl a big part of why I hc mikey as aro is because of a pun#my phone often misspells aromantic as aromatic and- and you get it- because aromatic herbs and- and Mikey is a chef do YOU GET IT#note that while I hc leo as bisexual (male-leaning) I still think he’s prob closer to demi in that as well just not as far into the spectrum#if that makes sense#headcanons are fun and hard to narrow down at the same time alas#I made this in like an hour can you tell djjdjd#I drew them all from memory so if there’s anything wrong…shhh#and if you’re wondering for April and Splinter#Both are Bisexual (female-leaning) but April is also Panromantic#I almost wanna make Splinter demiromantic too so Big Mama’s betrayal hits just a bit harder
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martyrbat · 1 month
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rip to bruce but if i fumbled her i would literally kill myself
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b4kuch1n · 3 months
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simulated earth (it does not matter)
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#sherlock and co#sherlock & co#podlock#comic#sherlock holmes#john watson#victor trevor#ft. archie (in like three panels lmao)#need to figure out a podlock specific tag for these guys so this doesnt clutter up the main sh tags#bc ohhh boy. I anticipate being insane abt s&co for a While#this comic def a Hot minute post-gloria scott#what is this about exactly? you ask. haha well (there's sunlight bouncing off a window and when u look back Im already gone)#listen I caught up to everything right before gloria scott and holy Shit that case knocked me on my ass#as a chronic adhd (and thus serious memory problems) haver.... (holds sherlock tenderly)#I have not listened to SOLI yet btw I will tomorrow. I wanted to finish this before catching up#Im obsessed with them. Im such an easy idiot lmao Im a sherlock holmes adaptation enthusiast before Im a human#gloria scott.... the way it muses on the limit of the genre same as the red headed league.... what about the victims?#what about the victims. what about the victims. what part of the pain does the process of investigation cure#victor's like. he's between jobs he's between boyfriends he's living with his dad whose caretaker he just became. who does he have#and sherlock holmes is about the truth but john's been about the solution so far. I just. I really like this john watson lmao#listen the way he complains and then refuses to shoot the underlings in red headed league. based. I love him#I can fix him (radicalize him against punitive justice)#(I am refraining from talking abt sherlock in the tags here bc I Will run out of tags before Im done)#(mariana is not here but I care her too!! she will be here more often in the future I swear I fuckign swear......)#(''I'm in a co-op that's sponsoring my visa. also I just witnessed two actual dead bodies like a month ago'' you mean everything to me)#screams. I got attached SO fast this show is targeting me specifically. my broke millenials suffering in london show#I have like a number of sketches too be prepared. theyre gonna show up soon. until then#have a good day lads. be there! be there.#edit: this comic is finished and assembled in full before I listened to the solitary cyclist part one. this has been an update#I have now listened to SOLI part one. I must hit john watson with a hammer
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surielstea · 2 months
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Love and Lust
Based on this request.
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Pairing: Eris Vanserra x Fem!Reader
Summary: Eris and Reader need to consummate after their public mating ceremony.
Warnings: smut | minors dni | 18+ content | p in v | fingering | oral (f receiving) | overstimulation | multiple orgasms | there’s so many, this is filth
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"Goodnight!" I shout to the guests as Eris drags me to our bedroom. They reply in a farewell but it's hardly audible because by the time they can get any words out, Eris had winnowed us to the top floor of the Forest house, tired of walking through the large sprawling complex.
I giggle as he pulls me closer, stumbling on my heels as I crash into his chest.
We had just had our public mating ceremony, there was a magical black ribbon twined around our intertwined hands that wouldn't untangle until after our mating was consummated, which left me connected to him. I looked up at him with a wild grin, the expression uncontrollable because I was overwhelmed with joy. "What's got you smiling like that?" He looks down at me with a raised brow and I bite my bottom lip slightly, wrapping my arm around the back of his neck. "I'm just happy," I shake my head in incredulity, rising onto my toes and pressing a kiss to his cheek. Fear settles deep in my stomach and I back away slightly, my smile faltering. "Are you?" My brows crease. "Happy?" I tilt my head anxiously. His grip tightens on my hand and he releases a small laugh in pure disbelief. "Of course I'm happy." He pulls me towards him yet again, snaking his free hand around my waist and my grin returns. "I don't think I've ever been more happy." He spoke solemnly, his fingertips warm me despite the fabric of my gown being a barrier.
I give him a saddened smile at the bittersweet sentiment. "You say it like it's a bad thing," I murmur, dragging my fingers through the Heir's russet hair. "Everything that's made me happy has been taken from me." He mumbled and a frown formed on my lips. "No one's going to hurt me," I promise, stressing my words so he knows it's the truth. "No one's going to take me either, I'm all yours." I hum, pecking his frown then fall back down my heels. "I know," He sighs, resting his forehead against mine, pressing a yearning kiss to my lips before backing away. "It's just— I can remember my father burning all my books while he made me watch," He swallows. "I can't shake the idea of him doing something similar to you." His voice shakes and my heart nearly shatters at the sound. "He's not here anymore," My hand comes to his cheek. "He can't hurt me, or you," I reassure. "I know." He repeats, this time with a nod.
I rise onto my toes again and press a soft kiss onto his lips, my heart aching as his hand wraps tighter around me as if he's afraid that I might disappear. His lips slot over my mind hungrily, not in any sensuous manner but rather just to get closer, to consume me entirely so no one could harm me without cutting him open first.
"I don't know what I did to deserve you," I murmur against his lips, and a smile curves along them. "You didn't have to do anything, my pretty girl." He shakes his head and my arm comes back around his neck, pulling him closer as I drag him toward the bed until the backs of my thighs hit the mattress.
I smile up at him dreamily as I sit down and pull him down beside me with our connected hands. He shifts up to the pillows and I'm forced to follow, my chin coming to rest in the crook of his shoulder as I lay on his chest. His hand came to my hair, dragging his fingers through it as I wrapped an arm around his middle and hugged him close. "I love you," I mutter and he sighs softly at the three little words he's been waiting his whole life to hear. I prop my chin up on his collarbone to look at him. "I love you too." He says without hesitation, hand coming to tuck a piece of hair behind my pointed ear.
I grin and lean in, softly pressing our lips together in a senseless daze.
He pulls me closer, hand coming to my cheek so he can slip his tongue into my mouth, and have me deeper, now determined to get the black ribbon untied.
His hand trails along my waist, gripping me tightly and pulling me over him so I straddle his hips. I smile at the new position, my free hand sifts through his soft, red hair. While his hand works at the ties of my dress.
I grin wildly once he gets every clasp undone. I break the kiss and move back so he can pull the top off of me while I thrash the skirts off, leaving me bare in my undergarments only, the lacy kind I knew made him feral. Something entirely male shone in his eyes at the sight of the white lace doing little to cover my most sacred areas.
He flips us over with fervor, pressing me between his chest and the mattress. He kisses me from my jaw down to my collarbone while I rush to get his shirt unbuttoned.
Once I manage to get to the bottom he shucks it off, revealing his toned abdomen, and his defined arms that made me throb. My hand immediately comes up to them, nails digging into the muscle when he sucks and bites at a particularly sensitive area, soothing it with the warmth of his tongue when he drags a lick along it.
I whine out, legs clenching together in pure need of him. I hadn't been this desperate since our mating bond clicked, and with the way Eris' hand was traveling every bare inch of skin it could find— it appeared the same was true for him as well.
"Eris, I want you inside," I whimper, brows creased as I grind into my thighs but it's no use, no comparison when it comes to how he fucks me.
"Want what inside?" He hums into my neck. "My fingers?" Something at my side burns, but in an oddly pleasurable way— pure heat emitting from his fingertips that left me contracting at the power he held. "My tongue?" He asks, licking a soothing stripe down the column of my throat hungrily. "Your cock." I murmur greedily. "Oh baby," He tuts in a pitying tone. "We've got to stretch you out first don't we?" He hums and I thickly swallow before nodding. "Right, so fingers," That burning sensation returns. "Or tongue?" He arches a brow and my stomach does backflips. "Both," I whine, and something sinister flashes in his eyes. "Greedy girl," He leans down and presses a loving kiss to my lips, then dips down to my collarbone, down the valley of my breasts to my navel— until he's finally hovering right above where I want him.
My legs jolt in utter need and he just stares, watches as my own body betrays me all because it yearns for him. "Eris," I cry out and as soon as I start begging, his two fingers dip beneath my panty line and he drags the lacy thing down my thighs, revealing my arousal, already glistening on my thighs. I clench around nothing as the cold air breezes against my heat.
He shamelessly watches as I roll my hips upward eagerly.
My brows twitch together as two of his long, thick fingers drag through my silken folds. I whine out his name, hand coming to his hair and tugging at his locks whenever his touch got teasingly close to my aching entrance.
I look down at him, making eye contact as he dips lower and his tongue attaches right over my clit. A moan releases from my parted lips, his amber eyes glow at the sound and he sucks on the sensitive part harder. I grind my hips up onto his face, pulling his hair.
His fingers go lower, circling my core without caution. "Er—" I struggle to get out his entire name, because just as I choose to speak, two of his lengthy fingers push into my pulsing hole, soliciting uncontrollable moans from the base of my throat.
"That's it, Fawn," His deep voice reverberates through my core, the vibrations darting through my cunt. "Fuck," I mumble breathlessly as his fingers work like magic, curling in the loveliest of places, scissoring and toying with the bundle of nerves deep inside of me.
His tongue rolls through my puffy clit, dragging chains of mewls from me. My back arches up and he nips at my reddened clit for moving and I scream, he quickly licks over it soothingly, but that burn remains and only had me hurdling closer to that edge.
"Eris," I sigh out, still staring down at him as he feasted on me, taking every drop of my arousal he managed to lap up, his fingers not ceasing for even a moment as he continued his horribly pleasurable ministrations. "Close," Is all I can manage to get out without my voice breaking. "Yeah?" He hums and my brows crease at how perfect he is making me feel. "Mhm," I nod with a passion he recognized well. "Be a good girl and cum on my fingers okay?" He flicks his eyes up to me and I swallow thickly, shakily nodding in reply. He allowed me to grind up against his face, rutting into his sharp nose that flicked against my clit.
I mewled and he nipped at the area— causing my release to catch up to me without warning. My orgasm hit me hard, crashing over me like waves of heat and pure lust. When I came it was his name on my lips, eyes glued shut as I relish in the intensity of every touch.
He continues to pump his thick fingers in and out of me, bringing me down from that high at a leisurely pace.
Once his hand leaves me and I'm deprived of his touch I can feel myself needing another round, that after-orgasm high had me feeling like I was on fire, and I loved it.
"More," I beg.
"More?" He arches his brow.
I nod, eyes glazed over as my lip quivers, the depiction of pure need in my features. "You sure baby?" He drones and I nod hopelessly. The corners of his mouth sharpened and his hand soaked in my juices left my folds, bringing it up to his mouth and licking a long stripe between his fingers. My mouth waters as I stare unabashedly, toes curling at the way his long tongue dips through his fingers. "I'm sure." I rasp out and he removes his hand from his mouth. "Then be good and turn around." He commands in a voice that makes me remember he was the general of armies.
I suppress a whine and do as he says, flipping over onto my front, my knees folded under me as I hiked my ass up for his viewing, our wrapped hands intertwine, his over mine protectively as he slowly grinds the rough marital of his pants into the throbbing apex of my thighs.
"Good, so good for me," He whispers along my spine, shivers running along it at the praise. He removes his pants with a ruffle of clothing, his cock springing out and pressing against my slick. I sob in pure need, he curves over me and his abdomen presses to the small of my back, pressing me lower into a deeper arch, my head burying in the pillows as he aligns himself with me.
I whimper as I feel his tip prod at my slit, rubbing his pre-cum through it, making me drip down his shaft. "Be still baby," He instructs and my entire body locks up, afraid of moving in case he decides to punish me for disobeying. He lets out a teasing laugh, breathy against the shell of my ear. Then he presses into me and my stomach caves to fit nothing but him.
"Fuck," The low moan is muffled by the cloth of the pillow, tears prickling my ears at the foreign stretch. He goes deeper, only halfway, and already brushing against my most sensitive areas. "Eris," I cry as he pulls out only to roll his hips back into me with an articulated control. "You like being a good little girl for me don't you?" He surmises and I whimper. "Mhm," I nod into the pillow. "Yeah, it gets you off doesn't it?" He hums from beside my ear and I swore I was ready to release right then and there. I squeeze around him tighter at the hot feeling rushing through my body. He hisses. "Fuck, you're tight." He grunts out, pulling out and without warning, slamming all the way in, his balls slapping against my ass, his hips snapping to mine, and his cock molding me for him and him only as my walls expand around him like a perfect sleeve as I fit around every inch of him.
I scream into the pillows at the feeling, tears cascading down onto the pillow as he picks up speed in his thrusts, ripping moan and moan from me without caution. My back arches into his powerful body, attempting to feel him deeper. The peeks of my breast press against the sheets, my nipples overtly sensitive as they rub against the mattress while Eris pushes me up it with every forceful thrust, pounding into me from behind like he couldn't get enough.
"Eris— please," I whimper and he nips at the side of my neck in reply. "Want me to stop?" He taunts, knowing my answer because, gods, he was so fucking good at pumping me full of all of him, ramming into every point and stuffing every crevice. I pant as I feel my second release chasing closer, ready to snap at any point now.
"I'm— fuck, so close" I manage to get out and I feel his vicious smile curve his lips against the back of my shoulder.
His speed doesn't relent at my words, continues shoving into me with an unfathomable force. "Still want more?" He asks and I can only nod, dumbly agreeing to whatever he says.
"That's what I thought my fawn." He hums, then does something wicked with his hips that has his base rubbing in my clit. At the feeling I grasp the sheets and convulse around him, breath quickening as a second orgasm tears through me, euphoria rippling along my spine from my core.
But he doesn't cease his movements, if anything, he begins going faster.
I choked out a sob, I didn't think I could take any more. The overstimulation was too much. You buck and writhe at the feeling but still, he doesn't slow. "Eris I can't, it's too much." I cry out and the peppers feather light kisses up my spine. "If it was too much you would've said your safe word already." He muses. "But no, because you enjoy this. Don't you, my greedy girl?" He purrs into my ear and my stomach backflips, because he was right, it was pleasurable and he knew it.
"Say it," He hums. "Say you love being fucked senseless." He demands and I sniffle, the repeated sound of his balls slapping against my ass has slick dripping from my propped-up thighs.  "I love it," I murmur. "Love being stuffed full," I add, hand tightening on his. He somehow pumps into me faster at inhumane rates, the sound of my voice getting him closer to the edge so I give him more, allowing every dirty thought to spill from my sensuous lips.
His hand comes to my lower stomach, pressing me into his hips, then applying the slightest pressure so he can feel himself inside of me, moving in and out because he was so fucking deep. "Eris, ah, feels good," I murmur, fisting the sheets and he presses harder, hitting an entirely new area that leaves me entirely breathless.
My third orgasm of the night approaches and I doubt I'll be able to last another, I need his seed inside of me. Need him, all of him now.
"You close baby?" He asks and I nod fervently. "Good, me too." He hums, pressing a kiss to my shoulder.
"Please Eris, m' so close" I whimper and he presses another kiss to my sweat-slicked skin. "A little bit longer fawn, be good." His fingertips dig into my hip in warning and all I can do is nod, swallowing down my begs.
I clench around him as tight as I can, reveling in how good it felt every time he pulled from my cunt only to same back in, hitting home. My back bows, shoulders tensing as he pulls me apart.
"’Ris," I murmur. "Eris." My sigh is barely audible. "I can't, please." Tears prickle at my eyes. "Gods, I love it when you beg like that." He purrs and I mewl at the intense pressure of his heavy member inside of me, my third orgasm begging to be heard as I do everything in my power to ignore it. His breath becomes irregular and I know he's close as he twitches inside of me. "Fuck," He grinds out through his teeth. "Can I?" I whine and he nods behind me. "Go ahead, baby." He allows and it takes me less than a second to obey his command.
My third release finds me with vehemency, nails digging into my palms and pussy fluttering around his cock as his release injects me full of his seed, spurting out into every groove and crevice, slotting deep inside of me. I didn't want him to pull out, I didn't want the warmth of his seed to leave me.
The ribbon binding our hands snaps and magically unravels but he doesn't let go of my hand for even a moment, in fact, he squeezes it tighter, allowing us a moment to catch our breaths.
He kisses softly along my skin and after a few minutes of peaceful silence, he slowly drags his member from my cunt, earning him a pitiful whine, his release rushes out of me and down my slicked thighs and I clench my legs together, wanting to keep it nestled deep inside of me.
"Eris," I murmur as I slide down onto the bed, allowing my limbs to relax. "I'm here Fawn," He reassures, stroking a hand through my hair and I nod. "I'm tired." I rasp out and he presses a kiss to my forehead. "Let's get you cleaned up, then you can sleep alright?" He hums and I nod dreamily. "Mmkay," I drag out tiredly and he replies with a breathy laugh.
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