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[darklydeliciousdesires]

Paradise Circus - Chapter Twenty Four.

Y’all ready for FLUFFIEST OF FLUFF? ‘Cus that’s what you’re gon’ get! Thank you for being such a beautiful audience! The next chapter after this will see the story draw to a close, and I thank you all for investing in it the way that you have! <3

Previous chapters - One  Two  Three  Four  Five  Six  Seven  Eight  Nine  Ten  Eleven  Twelve  Thirteen  Fourteen  Fifteen  Sixteen  Seventeen  Eighteen  Nineteen  Twenty  Twenty One  Twenty Two  Twenty Three

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Words - 3,119

Warnings - 18+ content throughout. NO MINORS, PLEASE!

Lying in bed next to Cassie, Tommy hadn’t gotten a wink of sleep that night, tingling all over with happiness that Darla had reciprocated his love, but also, the weight of what he had to do in order to facilitate them being together weighing upon him heavily. It was a task he did not relish, having to break Cassie’s heart.  

The poor thing, she’d wake soon and expect their day to go as they’d planned, heading out for breakfast, going to visit her mom and dad and then off to pick up Poppy from her father’s house and taking her to the movies. How different it would be to what she’d expected. He couldn’t lie there for a moment longer, slipping out of bed and grabbing a fresh set of clothes, heading for a shower.  

While the water poured down over him, he thought of ways to explain it to her, how on earth he could end their relationship as gently as possible. There was no real way to minimise the damage he’d do, though, and it stung him deeply. He felt much trepidation, but acknowledged it was his own fault; he should have never started dating her in the first place. He had loved her, but his feelings had always been eclipsed by what he felt for Darla. It was most definitely all his fault, and he deserved to feel wretched for it.  

Once out and dressed, he headed downstairs, making himself a coffee, playing back the previous evening, what had happened right where he stood.  

“It’ll be worth it, to be with her. You just gotta own your shit, man.” he muttered to himself, opening the fridge and pulling out the overnight oats he’d made, thinking on it and then putting them back. He was too nervous to eat. Sitting down at the table, he sipped at his coffee, still trying to work out what the hell to say when he heard footsteps from overhead, his stomach turning over with nerves.  

“Morning, baby!” Cassie greeted him with brightly, bending to give him a kiss, the very last she ever would. “How’d you sleep?”

“Not well,” he admitted, standing up, moving to where she was pouring her own coffee from the pot. The last she’d drink there.  

“Really, how come?”

Taking a deep breath, he set his mug down, pinching the bridge of his nose. “Tommy?” she questioned gently, wondering why it was her boyfriend looked so troubled.  

“I’m sorry, Cassie. I’m so sorry, but I’m ending our relationship. I can’t be with you anymore. I’m so, so sorry.”  

Watching her face, he saw her look stunned for a fraction of a second, before her features changed, flickering with something close to acknowledgement through her world of hurt.  

“It’s her, isn’t it?” He nodded, confirming her fears as she began to cry. “You know, I always had it in the back of my head, that this would happen. I mean, you’re having a baby with her, for Christ's sakes! But I let myself fall in love with you, because I thought you loved me, and you never truly did, did you?”

All he wanted was to hug her, but he realised it was likely the last thing she needed. What he had to give her was honesty, no matter how brutal. “I did love you, Cassie. I just couldn’t ever be in love with you.”

“Because you’re in love with her.”

“Yes, and I need to admit it finally, before I make a huge mistake in continuing with you when I can’t give you everything you deserve. I can’t even begin to tell you how sorry I am. I shouldn’t have pursued things with you, shouldn’t have tried to convince myself I could continue being happy with you when I knew damn well how I felt about Darla. And I was happy with you, please believe that, but it wasn’t right.”

She nodded through her tears, dying her eyes. “You’re not half as sorry as I am. And you’re right, you shouldn’t have!” she fumed, angriness rising up over her heartbreak. “Just tell me one thing. Did you ever cheat on me with her? Was something going on behind my back, or is this you just realising now that you can’t be without her?”

He took a breath, weighing up his options for a second. Truth. He had to go with truth. “I did. One time, a few months ago. It was last night that I realised she was the one I want to be with, though. I’m sorry, Cassie. I’m so fucking sorry I did this to you. You deserve so much better than a man who was only ever half here for you.”

“I do, you’re right. In telling me that, you just made leaving a whole lot easier for me.” She tore a path through the kitchen, her feet thumping on the stairs as she ran up them, every thud making his heart turn over sadly. She’d looked utterly devastated as he’d dealt her blow after blow, but he wasn’t about to lie to her to make it easier for himself. She deserved honesty.  

He remained in the kitchen, pouring himself another coffee while she went up and down the stairs, carrying her things out to the car, coming into the kitchen to take the reusable grocery bags she’d stashed in the cupboard, taking the few things she’d left in there, going down into the basement and emptying her clothes from the dryer, coming back up and sweeping the living room and hallway before the front door slammed shut.  

He sighed, rubbing his face, getting up to find her set of keys on the hallway table, where her candles had once sat. He was free, he should have been elated, but he wasn’t. He felt awful, absolutely churning inside for how much he’d hurt her, a lovely, truly beautiful woman inside and out, who hadn’t deserved to get caught up in the mess he had Darla had made in finally admitting their true feelings for one another.  

Pulling on his jacket, he went upstairs and fetched his phone and keys, pulling on his boots and driving right over there. As soon as she opened her front door, he felt his heart spark, but he was far from okay.  

“Aww, sexy mans. Do you need a hug?” Sexy mans. The first sweet pet name she’d ever called him. Again, his heart sparked.  

“Oh yeah.” Closing the door behind him, he sank into her embrace. “Shit, that was rough.”

“I can imagine. The poor girl. How’d she take it?”

“She didn’t freak out at me, which kinda made it worse. I deserved for her to really let me have it for being such a shit, but she told me that a little part of her had always expected it, and that fucking killed me. Guilt, I guess, that she was right. She wanted to know if I’d cheated on her, so I told her the truth and that was it, she was outta there. Packed her stuff and left her keys on the table,” he explained, stroking her shoulder where her oversized sweater had slipped down, her soft skin comforting to him.

“I feel awful, I really do, but glad that you’re here. I love you so much,” she told him, nuzzling his cheek, his beard tickling her nose. He turned his head, kissing her lips, fingers stroking the side of her neck.  

“I love you, too. It’s a damned good job you’re worth it, you know.”

She smiled, stroking his hair. “Well, would you look at us. We finally made it to the same page.”  

“We did, baby. We did.” Baby, oh, how her heart fluttered happily, kissing him again before she sat down on the couch, propping cushions behind her, Tommy pulling her legs across his lap as he sat too. “Sore back?”  

“Oh, big time! I need a bath badly, standing in a shower I can’t really fit into properly now isn’t quite the same.”

“Ahhh, now that I can help you with. Pack a few changes of clothes, come spend a few days at my place, where there’s a really big bed and a huge tub for you to occupy all you like.” That idea suited her down to the ground.  

“Okay, but can we make a few stops first?”

“We sure can. What do you need?”

“Well, since it’s only 9am, I haven’t eaten breakfast yet, so that’d be good. Oh, and Lush! If I have a bath at my disposal, I want to buy some of their bath stuff!”

“Lush, is that the place in Ross Park mall that smells really fucking funky?”

“It is!” she confirmed, giggling at the way he crinkled his nose in mild disgust. “Oh, and can we stop and get doughnuts?”

“From that place all the way downtown that’s a bitch to get to?”

“Please?”

“Taking liberties with your boyfriend here, Darla.”

Her boyfriend. Her boyfriend. It sounded strange, to finally hear him refer to himself as that, but oh, how right it felt.  

“I’m the mother of your child and I need my comforts!” she pointed out, prodding his shoulder with her freshly manicured finger. Since she was off work, she’d gone for glittery flowers rather than her usual, smart and professional nude colour or French tips.  

“Point taken. Go on, then. Go get your big butt ready.” He teased receiving a slap for it after he’d helped her up.  

“How dare you!”

“Big butt that I love, though.” He was quick to point out, giving it a smack as she walked past him, Darla squeaking with surprise. Once she’d wrestled her bump into a pair of maternity leggings, brushed her hair and put on a little makeup, she packed up her stuff and headed out to the car, mall bound. While walking down to the food court, she couldn’t help but keep giggling, something she noticed was a side effect of her wild pregnancy hormones, laughing so hard she actually began to cry, seemingly at nothing.

“What, what’s all this?” Tommy asked, perplexed.

“You held my hand.”

“That isn’t something new, though?”

“It is as my boyfriend.”

He shook his head, halting her, stroking her neck with his fingers. “You’re too fucking cute by far, cookie monster.” He smiled, kissing her, whispering that she was a dumbass, which had the desired effect in making her giggle. “Come on, let’s go get food.”

After they’d eaten, they took a slow tour around the stores, Darla slapping him periodically when he likened her pregnant waddle to that of a penguin. After that and a trip to pick up her beloved craving of doughnuts, they arrived back at his place, Darla heading straight upstairs to run her bath, while Tommy collected a huge pile of laundry, stripping the bed, sighing when he realised the linen had been Cassie’s choice. He felt wretched about it, having to break her heart in order to be true to himself and thusly facilitate his happiness.  

“Hey, what’s up?” Darla asked as she came in, finding him sitting on the edge of the bed, the laundry at his feet.  

“Ahhh, it’s nothing for you to worry about. I just feel really guilty about earlier, hurting Cassie like that. It had to happen, though. I couldn’t go another day, being without you.” Lifting his chin, she leaned to kiss him, knowing it was testament to what a fundamentally good guy he was, that even though he’d been the one to end things with Cassie, he hated that he’d hurt her. That kind of guilt spoke volumes.  

“It’s a tough situation, that’s for sure. What can you do, though? You can’t beat yourself up forever. You just have to hope that she heals quickly from the hurt and expect she’s likely to resent you and the ground you walk upon for a long time. Come on, your girl needs help getting into the tub on account of the fact your son is playing havoc with her balance.”

He smiled, laughing softly as he stood, kissing her. She was right, what could he do? He’d done damage he couldn’t repair, so had to deal with the bad feeling it had left him with and simply carry on. He had the woman he loved, and would become a father in nine weeks. Any feelings of guilt had to be put aside, he realised, in order to welcome in the future that he’d always dreamed of, a family of his own.  

Family. It was his first priority in the time that followed them getting together, he and Darla announcing it to their chosen family in their friends, visiting with hers and his, spending the day before Christmas Eve with Brendan, before driving over to Pittsburgh the day after, ready to spend the festive period with Nancy, Mike and Darla’s brothers. Them being together was a secret they decided to keep until arriving, being met warmly by Nancy at the front door. As it turned out, though, their chemistry was too palpable for surprises.  

“You two, you’re... no! I mean... oh my god, you’re together, aren’t you?” she screeched, virtually deafening her daughter as she embraced them both.  

“How on earth could you tell that, from looking at us for all of four seconds?” Darla exclaimed, closing the door behind them, her mother bear hugging Tommy in delight.  

“That kind of happiness can’t be concealed! Oh, I’m thrilled for you both, this is perfect!” she further exclaimed, Ant appearing from the lounge to welcome them.

“Holy shit, bro, you’ve put on some serious stack! How’s it going, man? Great to see you again after so long!”

“Yeah, you can’t noogie me any longer, dude,” Tommy laughed as they greeted one another, being swiftly swept up in Gene and Luke emerging from the lounge to greet him as well, Nancy taking Darla’s hand and pulling her toward the kitchen.

“Tell me everything right now! Here, non-alcoholic fizz!” Handing over a freshly poured glass, Nancy took a seat at the island and patted the stool next to her, expectant to hear all about how it had finally happened, Darla hauling her bulk up and explaining it all. By the time she’d finished detailing their little moment in Tommy’s kitchen, Nancy was in tears.

“It’s so perfect, and so romantic, oh Jesus! Awww, now I’ve made you cry, too!” she exclaimed, flapping her hands before reaching for a handful of tissues to share between them.

Darla took deep breaths as she dabbed her eyes, her hormones as volatile as ever. “It doesn’t take much, believe me. Tommy brought me breakfast in bed yesterday morning and I cried at how cute it was. Then I laughed until I legitimately peed my pants a little later that morning when Meadow skidded on the freshly polished floor and landed face first in the armchair. I couldn’t breathe!”

“Oh my god, the pee thing! It’s when the baby is sitting right on your bladder, isn’t it? Your elder brother used to use mine as a bean bag, I swear!” Nancy confessed, Darla laughing hard.  

“Right? I swear, he sticks his feet right on it and I have a maximum of a minute to get to the toilet or I’m bursting with the pee tingles!”

“I remember it well! Oh, buttercup. I’m so excited for you. You know, when you guys were here last, Meadow and I sat out on the porch chatting while you and Tommy were in the hammock, and we both said it, how great you looked together. I’m glad you overcame everything that was keeping you apart, I truly am. I think this is the greatest Christmas present you could have given me,” Nancy spoke earnestly, reaching to hug her daughter, elated.  

It was a sweet moment for them both, one that was quickly shattered by the merriment that seemed to follow the Cooke brothers everywhere they went, this time Tommy included in the mix.  

“This absolutely is not funny. Hell no, put me down!”

“Oh, now you want me to put you down? Shouldn’t have tried your luck then, huh?” Tommy told Gene, who he had across his shoulders, holding on around his thigh and arm, a struggling Gene unable to move.  

“What did you do?” Darla asked her brother, her other two following them in, dying laughing.

“Tried to sweep his legs out, but it kinda didn’t work,” Gene confessed, hanging limp, making the whole scene even funnier.  

“Yeah, that might not have been in your best interest, huh, Cobra Kai?” Luke teased, referencing the fact that Gene had recently begun taking Karate lessons.

“Maybe not, no. I got pinned and hauled, I’m man enough to admit it, your boy here has some serious skills. He can put you in your damned place when you act up,” Gene directed at Darla as he was finally put back down.

“Not while she’s pregnant, at least. Afterwards though, well...” Tommy trailed off, winking at her, Darla snorting in disgust. She knew he was right, though. Playfights in the past had always ended in her being pinned with minimal ease. He moved to her, kissing her cheek, resting his hand to her bump to feel his boy wriggling around happily, Darla feeling lit up inside. Being there, surrounded by the warmth of her family, happily in love with him, it was all she’d ever wanted.  

“No, Gene. You need to pivot more off your back foot or you’ll have no power when you strike,” Tommy then spoke as Gene and Luke messed around, Luke moving at extreme speed around the other side of the island before Tommy got a chance to demonstrate.

“Absolutely not!” he exclaimed, Nancy getting down from her stool.

“No martial arts in the house! Out, go in the backyard. You have a nice layer of fresh snow to break your falls and none of my furniture!”  

“I’m good,” Tommy stated, sitting down beside Darla, her brothers all going to pull on their boots before heading outside.  

“Mostly in their thirties and they still go out to play. He’ll be in good hands with his uncles when he’s bigger,” she observed, stroking her belly as she leaned back against Tommy, groaning a little.

“Back ache?” she nodded in confirmation, his hands tenderly kneading the aching parts of her lower back a second later, Darla turning her head to kiss his cheek, Nancy beaming at the scene before getting up to continue with dinner preparations. Her children home, her husband shortly on his way, and her grandson’s arrival in the coming weeks.  

It was a wonderful Christmas in the Cooke household that year.  

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[kpopnstarwars]

Warriors: Choi San x Reader

A/N: ohh boyyy after the kpop fanfic drought im back and it's with warriors au choi san

Summary: San and Reader are mages, which means they are made to serve. They are lowborn, destined to obey humans - the nobles and the highborn - with their every breaths. What if they don't want that?

tw: 18+, smut (p in v, fingering, cockwarming sort of), swearing, violence, death, blood, minimally gory at one point, war, child soldiers (14 yo), society is a shit place to be if you're a mage, tons of worldbuilding, assassins, freaking bath sex, hint at sa at one point from some dude we hate, san is kind of a brat tamer, seonghwa cameo but sad, idk if you can tell but i suck at summaries, mention of a harem, mention of slavery

wc: 4.8k

As a child, you watched from afar, waiting for things you could not grasp.

They told you that you were made to serve. They recounted age-old tales, about gods that crafted humans in their divine hands, moulding the mages afterwards to be commanded by their beloved creations. They filled your mind with legends of faithful individuals of your kind who proved their worth with obedience until you wished to be like your forebears.

Back when you were but an infant, you believed it. You knew the two powers that were bestowed upon you by the gods, varying in every mage, were gifts made solely to assist the highborns. In your naivety, you thought the rosy flame cupped in your small, childish palms would be used to warm the nobles in the icy winter, and that you would fulfil your purpose through that, through being of use to them. They had no shame as they informed you you were just a tool forged for following their orders, and you were convinced it was all true - until you met San.

Although you were the one with the ability to summon an inferno, he was always the one with a burning fire in his eyes. Like all mages, he’d been taken from his parents the moment he didn’t need his mother’s milk - he was given as a peace offering from the Hwangso warlord for his control of water: helpful for the upkeep of the crops.

This occurred in the small period of time in which Hwangso, the neighbouring province, was attempting to forge alliances with your province, Neugdae. Soon after, your warlord breached their territory, claiming it as his - you often wondered if the news filtering back from the front lines of a new settlement captured ever affected San.

You met him when he was an eight year old filled with bottled fury too old for his years, and you were a quiet, invisible seven year old. At those tender ages, neither of you had developed your second ability yet, nor had you gotten a taste of the power at your fingertips, but San still held his head high; you remember marvelling at the way he’d make a point of meeting every single noble’s gaze and holding it. He was just a scrawny, sun browned kid back then - nothing like the elegant lethality of the man that he is now.

Every day until you turned fourteen, you toiled beside him. The work was cruel, your supervisors crueller; the sun would beat down on your back as you laboured in the fields, side by side with San as barely a quarter of the way across the settlement, the nobles sheltered beneath their silky parasols, boasting their pale, porcelain skin. Back then, San never spoke of the injustice of it all out loud, but something about the look in his eyes when he saw them swanning past stirred something inside you. He made you realise that you were not the soulless, mindless puppet that you’d been told you were, but a person.

It wasn’t simply the rage inside him that drew you to him, though. It was the way he remained sweet, kind, despite it all, making sure to send licks of cool mist down your neck when your supervisors weren’t looking, nicking extra crumbs of food for you and remaining beside you, a beacon of light that anchored you to sanity even in the dark.

Even when, you at fourteen, him fifteen, were sent out into battle.

There were always skirmishes between neighbouring warlords: a constant push and pull for more land, more resources, more power. They would attack on a whim - mages were expendable, nothing more than canon fodder; behind each squadron was a noble who would hang back behind the lines, commanding, unbothered by the bloodshed because it was the blood of mere tools.

By then, both you and San had developed your second abilities. San’s was the ability to manipulate shadows, turning them into almost solid shapes that could physically hinder attacks by forming daggers or clutching hands, or could temporarily block the world out in a shroud of rolling black fog. Yours was the art of shapeshifting; you let the outline of your body flicker between forms, changing into powerful, deadly creatures whose substance was inhabited by the soul of a wavering teenager.

You’d known that you’d be forced to fight since you were young, but you never could have imagined the brutality of war.

It was there, in the midst of the battlefield, that any lingering innocence was burned from your soul. You learned that San’s water did not just bring life, but could also fill up someone’s lungs until they drowned upon dry ground, that your fire was not just a source of warmth or light, but could also combust a man’s heart within his chest, that the animals you were teaching yourself to shapeshift into could maul and break bones.

Many nights, you would fall asleep, curled against San, your face buried in his side with his arm wrapped around you, the taste of blood still in your mouth from where you’d torn your enemies’ throat out with the vicious canines of a tiger or the needle sharp fangs of a lynx. You would leave the front lines soaked with crimson, the essence of other people in your hair, smeared on your face, caked and drying under your nails.

It terrified you, how easily you could slice their flesh open with your claws. Armour was not wasted on mages, only generals, so just like you, all they wore were roughly woven tunics tied at the waist and trousers - you met no resistance when you killed your own kind, silent apologies on your lips.

Within the squadrons were also humans that had fallen from grace - criminals who still felt entitled enough by their birthright to think they could have a fourteen year old mage’s body; San protected you until you could protect yourself. In the first few weeks, when the punches he threw were too weak to deter them, he would let them beat him, giving you time to escape before returning to you, limping, lip split and nose bloody but the fire in his eyes never faltering.

On those nights, tears of frustration would leak from the corners of your eyes as you cleaned him up. He could so easily stop them if he used his abilities, but by then doing that without being instructed to do so by a highborn would lead to a flogging or a beating - fairytales no longer worked on you at that age, so your commanders and generals utilised fear mongering instead. You remember the hate and helplessness burning inside you when you looked at them: if all the mages rebelled at once, the nobles would have no chance, but everyone was too scared. Using your abilities on humans only led to execution.

You remember Seonghwa: he was a mage a few years older who cared for you and San as if you were his blood. He got too strong - you can’t recall his second ability but his first meant he could push a man over the brink of insanity, until he frothed at the mouth and his brain boiled within his skull. When you first witnessed the depth of his power, you were originally struck by the pain in Seonghwa’s eyes, and then by the fear in your commander’s.

The next day, Seonghwa was gone.

Often, you wonder if he fought back, or if he just let them kill him.

After, you made San promise that he wouldn’t show them if his powers developed further. He made you promise the same, and when you fought beside him, he was a constant reminder to reign yourself in, to survive. You were more careful with your powers from then on.

Some nights, though, when the frost ridden night air cut right through the ragged material of your blanket, you huddled next to San and lit a small fire in your hands. He’d tell you to stop, and you’d point out that he was shivering; he’d reply that he’d rather that than get you caught, and you would ignore him, not missing the way he tucked himself closer to the flame.

You didn’t tell him, but sometimes you would shift into a small animal, like a raccoon, and steal food for him in the dead of night. You didn’t answer when he asked you where you got it from, just shrugging and thrusting the rolls of bread and strips of dried meat into his hands, telling him he should eat.

When you were sixteen, San discovered he could animate his shadows. He could mould them like clay in his hands, breathing purpose into them - they would disintegrate within about a week or so, their outlines fading until they dissolved into nothing. San shaped a little dragon for you, the length of your forearm and the width of one of your thumbs; he came to you with it cupped in his hands, awe limning his face as the two of you watched it wriggle through the air between you and coil itself around your wrist.

You have many memories of those times, but one remains crystal clear, even to this day. A year onwards from San’s dragon, you found yourself hemmed in by enemy forces, your body tired from the fight - victory was so close for your side, and because of it, the Hwangso fought even harder, like cornered animals. If you broke through them, you would have been able to easily end their commander, but they had you, six to one. Hands closed around your throat, choking, and as the consciousness bled from you, you heard San’s cry, smelt the fear in the air as he tore through them to get to you: that in itself would have been insignificant - you had saved each other countless times through the years - but he had disobeyed a direct command.

He’d been told to kill the commander. He’d had a clear shot, and even still, he’d ignored orders, choosing to save you instead.

Both of you were beaten for it, and even as you heard the sound of San’s ribs cracking, he held your eyes, silently telling you that he’d do it over and over again, if only to keep you with him.

You think that was the moment when the two of you truly got a taste for rebellion. It was the point in the long, winding thread of your life that made you realise that whatever they told you, you would disregard it if it were for San. Their words no longer had as much power over you, because you knew your bond with him was infinitely stronger than any fear they attempted to instil within you.

Soon after that incident, your commander retired, and he was replaced by a man who was more of a fool than him. You began to lose land to Hwangso’s troops, far enough that the settlement where you grew up in was ravaged, razed to the ground. Your commander informed you that you’d evacuate the highborns, leaving the child mages and the servants behind because they would only slow you down - that was the moment you decided to stop listening to him.

The last mage rebellion had been decades ago - they were not ready. It was pathetic how easy it was to overthrow them; together with the rest of the troops and the mages from the settlement, you rebuilt the town and fortified it. San treated his soldiers with respect, with loyalty, and they loved him for it, for the way he would march into battle with them instead of cowering at the rear, for the way he could often be seen in the newly restored fields, watering the crops, for the way he recognised them for who they were.

To this day, you’re in awe of it. Never in your whole life have you come close to anything but fear for a leader, and yet you see it clear in their eyes that they love San, and that he loves them. He is everything that the highborns fear - a powerful, confident mage, wreathed in righteous shadows, fiercely intelligent, a master of strategy.

One of his first moves was to ally himself with the Hwangso warlord, the very man who had given him as a gift to your province. Deep in the highborn’s eyes was the presumption that he could break San and make him yield, followed a month later by pure terror when you held a knife to his neck, hissing to never speak of San like that again. The two of you brought his head in a sack to Hwangso and claimed your rule over the province.

That didn’t mean it was easy, though. There were the nights when San would tremble in your arms, baring his fears to you, his doubts - that it was getting too much too fast: that maybe he really was just made to follow orders. You scoffed at that - you’d seen him grow up, watched his shoulders broaden and his figure fill out with muscle, you’d seen the fire in his eyes blazing with passion; you knew he’d always be more than enough.

You’re not sure when the love blossomed between the two of you. Maybe it was always there, first shown as fierce protectiveness, later as searing kisses where no one could see, of fingers laced with yours in the dark of night. He married you shortly after he began to be recognised as an actual warlord, not a rogue mage; it was a quiet ceremony, but the celebrations of your people were far from that - rumours of the Neugdae province’s mage warlord and his wife rippled like wildfire through the regions, stirring fear and hope alike.

Some wonder why San does not take more wives - he has control over the Baem province as well Neugdae and Hwangso now, and any warlord with that much power would take on a harem without blinking. Not San, though - he’s different from them, he is a mage, a lowborn, his bronzed skin a sign to them of his childhood in the fields, and they find he is an enigma, as is his mystery shrouded right hand man.

But not to you - you understand him as if you share a soul.

On the surface, you are his only wife, aloof and coldly beautiful. In the shadows, you are his sword, his hand. There are myths of you, of the fire wielding ghost that robes itself in a black cowl and changes its skin into a man’s worst nightmare; stories of how you will twist your victim’s thoughts around until he finds the tip of a blade poking out of his chest, speared right through his back. It’s how you prefer to operate - they fear the unknown, and you are the unknown.

The fabric of the bag held in your fingers is soaked with blood. Within it is the head of the Yong province’s advisor. He was an awful man who deserved what you gave him - in a locked room at the back of his house, you found several young mages, half starved and chained by wrist and ankle to each other and a hook set in the wall. Bile bites at the back of your throat at the thought: you’re lucky you never experienced the uglier side of mage slavery.

Night is falling, the sun casting long shadows down the road. You always find the darkness comforting - it feels as if San is near. Today he is; you raise your fist and knock thrice on the solid wood of the gates, lifting your hand in recognition of the guards who peek over the turrets.

Slowly, they ease open the doors, and you stride into the courtyard, your boots clicking against the roughly hewn pavings. A squadron of your soldiers are sparring, but they halt their training when you enter, snapping to attention as you stop at the centre of the space, the dying rays of the sun streaming down the steps towards you, the air still as you wait.

He appears, his gilded silhouette glorious at the top of the stairs. His shadow guards spill down the steps towards you as he descends; their bodies contort and bend, the swirling mass of them parting around you, liquid night, jaws snapping, circling you until you’re surrounded.

A smirk pulls at your lips, and you throw the bag at his feet. You do not bow low, simply dipping your chin as he extracts the head from the sack, inspecting it and nodding before returning it to its roughly woven grave and handing it to one of his shadows to take away. Meeting your eyes, his own filled with amusement, the hint of a smile flashes over his face.

‘Welcome home, my love.’

San’s words are soft, voice quiet enough for only you to hear. You suppress the urge to pull down your mask and kiss him, instead letting your fingers brush against his as you walk with him up the steps and into the hanok; his shadows close the door behind you and the moment they do, he hooks an arm around your waist and hugs you tight, his embrace warm and sweet as always.

You laugh. ‘I was only gone four days, Sannie.’

‘Four days too long for me to be separated from my wife,’ he replies, pushing your cowl back so he can kiss your forehead.

Gripping his shoulders, you tug him down so you can peck his lips before sending him out to the courtyard again - you’re the last person expected through the gates tonight, so he should go out and dismiss the mages training in the courtyard so they can go home to their families and lock up. A happy sigh leaves you as you toe off your shoes, walking through your home and stripping off your bloody clothes before submerging yourself in the pool sunken in the floor. San has already filled it with fresh water, and it takes you mere seconds to heat it up with your fire.

Leaning with your head against the wooden ledge of the pool, you let your muscles loosen, half closing your eyes. The silence doesn’t last long, though - there’s a soft, steady noise coming from the screen behind you, almost like… breathing.

‘Show yourself,’ you command into the still air.

A man steps into view - a human, eyes crazed, knife clutched in his fingers. You realise he does not know who you really are; he just assumes you are the mage warlord San’s wife, delicate and helpless, and you let that role engulf you, backing away to the other edge of the pool with your eyes wide, luring him closer.

‘Your man took everything from me,’ he spits, blade pointed at you as he stalks forward. ‘He took my power, my wealth, my squadron of soldiers. And now I will take his wife.’

Surging out of the pool, you dodge the swipe he aims at you, sending fire surging down the knife’s handle so he drops it with a cry and twisting his arm behind his back in the most painful way possible, wrenching him down to his knees with his face an inch above the water.

‘How did you get in?’ You ask coolly.

‘I’ll never tell y - ’

You send tongues of flame licking down his ribs. ‘Answer the question or suffer.’

The door eases open, revealing San. His eyes land on you, water dripping down your body as you pin the man to the floor, then the distorted reflection from the blade of the knife that’s fallen into the pool, and something dangerous flashes inside his gaze. You let him grab your attacker by the front of his shirt, lifting him off his feet as he brings him face to face with him; you see San’s jaw clench, his hands balling into fists.

‘How fucking dare you try to come anywhere near my wife,’ he growls, shadows coalescing behind him.

You can tell he’s about to say something else, but he stops as the man, trembling and fruitlessly clawing at San’s fingers, wets himself. Your husband’s lip curls in disgust, and he drops him at your feet, pressing him down onto his knees and yanking his head up so he is forced to look up at you. Bending down, you breathe in the sheer fear permeating the air, a soft smile on your face.

‘Now, answer the question.’

‘You’re not his wife,’ he whispers, pale.

‘Oh, but I am,’ you sneer. ‘But that’s not the only role I occupy.’

Slowly, his face drains of colour, horror rippling across it as it slowly dawns on him. He recoils in San’s grasp, scrabbling at the floor in a sorry attempt to put distance between you; he has finally realised who you are and he acts like fucking coward, his mouth gaping wide in a silent plea. Unhurried, you fish the knife out from the pool, twirling it around your thumb before gliding it gently over the skin of his throat.

‘I’m getting impatient.’

‘I - I - the guards, they were distracted upon your arrival, I snuck in at the southern perimeter, please don’t - ’

His words dissolve into a weak gurgle when you slice open his throat. Blood gushes from the seams of the wound, dribbling from his lips, and you step back as he tips forward, landing with a wet thump face first on the wooden floor. Glancing up at San, you sigh before getting back in the pool. One of his shadows carries the body away and your husband tugs his clothes off and slides into the water beside you, pulling you into his chest.

‘He did not hurt you, I presume?’

You snort. ‘He tried.’

San’s fingers run thoughtfully up and down your arm. ‘I’ll talk to the guards. I probably shouldn’t have put Jisung on dusk duty while he was recovering from that fever.’

You nod but don’t answer, instead pressing a kiss to his collarbone. He hums, tipping his head back to give you more access as you mouth at his skin, letting your palms wander over his shapely chest, grip his broad shoulders, skim his waist; you trace the many scars all over his body, and he allows you to, his strong hands gripping your hips when you settle in his lap.

He curses low at the feel of your teeth sinking into the spot where his neck meets his shoulder, his hips jerking upwards, and you both groan at the sensation of the underside of his cock grazing your clit. Smirking, you let your tongue lave over the spot where you bit, pressing a kiss to his jaw and pulling back as his hands tighten their grip on your ass.

‘Missed you too, Sannie. Good to know how much you missed me.’

‘So fucking bratty,’ he hisses.

A thrill shoots through you as he stands, the water sluicing in rivulets down the planes of his chest, lifting you and laying you on the edge of the pool, pinning your knees to the wood and spreading you open. The crude way he looks at you is all consuming, his eyes surveying you from where he stands with the water to his mid thigh, watching as you pussy clenches at the sight of him towering over you.

San remains there, just looking at you, and you curve your spine, almost whining in attempt to make him touch you without you asking for it. His lips quirk to the side as you squirm, trying to inch your hips down so you can grind against him, but his fingers tighten on you, refusing you.

‘What is it you require of me, love?’

Finding your attempts unsuccessful, you huff, glaring at him. He loves to do this, make you articulate exactly what you want from him - he likes the flush that heats your cheeks, your body still shy even after all your years with him, he likes the breathy noises you make when he forces you to tell him just what you desire when all you can think of is his dick, he likes it when you can’t  help but beg him.

‘Y - your fingers,’ you mumble. ‘And your cock.’

‘Say that louder for me, sweetheart, I didn’t catch the last bit.’

‘Your fingers and your fucking cock,’ you snap - a sorry endeavour at trying to hide how much you love when he inflicts this upon you.

San raises an eyebrow, not moving to touch you. Waiting.

‘Please,’ you add.

He smiles. ‘There we go. Wasn’t so hard, was it?’

Your mouth opens to retort, but he slips his fingers inside you, and your back bows, a soft moan leaving your lips as he sweeps his thumb over your clit, his other hand palming your breasts, his tongue dragging over your skin. Burying your hands in his hair, you tug, making him groan low and deep as you pull him closer.

Delectably, his fingers curl, and you ache for him. San has ruined you for anyone else, he is branded onto your soul and also your body, fading marks from your last time together still slightly visible on your throat - a necklace of love bites, laying claim to you. He catches your chin as he brings you closer to the edge, tasting your moans on his tongue, grinding his palm against your clit.

You keen, coming hard around him, chest heaving, and he smirks, holding your waist as shudders wrack your legs from the aftershocks. The fire in his eyes burns ever brighter, so hot you feel your stomach go molten - your hands tighten on his shoulders, nails raking over his back, your tongue unable to form anything other than his name.

‘You’re always so willing to behave once your pussy’s full, hm?’

‘No, I,’ you start, but cry out when he pinches your clit in warning, the muscles of your thighs jumping as it lances through you, white hot. ‘Y - yes, yes, I am, please - ’

In one fluid movement, San buries himself inside you, sheathing himself until his hips kiss yours. Catching you wrists in his hand, he pins them above your head, and your back arches as he pulls out, agonisingly slowly, every ridge and vein of his cock dragging on your walls before slamming back in, tearing a cry of his name from your chest. Tugging your legs up from where they were wrapped around his waist, he hooks your knees over his shoulders - the new angle makes you sob, writhing beneath him as his cock head drives into perfection, drives you to euphoria.

Sometimes, San makes love to you, but not tonight: tonight he fucks into you mercilessly, traces of possessiveness lacing his actions as he litters your skin with bites, his hands leaving exquisite bruises on your hips. Pleasure tears through you like an arrow through your heart, white hot and maddening, ravenous.

‘You fit around my cock so well,’ he pants. ‘Like you were made for me, sweetheart.’

Something snaps inside you at his words, and as if he senses it, San presses his thumb down hard on your clit, speeding up his thrusts until the air is punched from your lungs. Stars flash before your eyes, and your mouth falls open, toes curling as you come on his cock, your cunt convulsing around him, thighs twitching; he doesn’t stop, just continues ploughing into you, and you tremble, tears slipping down your cheeks at the relentless pound of his hips into yours.

With a gasp, he pulls out and comes over your stomach, his wide shoulders rising and falling with heaving breaths, and you groan as he eases you back into the warm water, a hand cupping the back of your neck as he tucks your head under his chin, sliding his softening cock into you again. Wrapping your arms around him, you press a kiss to his jaw and rest your hand on his chest, feeling the steady beat of his heart beneath your palm.

‘How do you feel, my love?’

You nuzzle your face into his shoulder. ‘Good. Really fucking good.’

He laughs, and you bask in the sound of his happiness and the comfort of his warm skin against yours. San’s hands run up and down your spine, soothing, and you smile sleepily; you are home, reunited with your other half, the missing part of your soul.

With San, you are complete.

#choi san #san #ateez #san smut #san fanfic #ateez smut #ateez fanfic #san x y/n #san x reader #san x you #ateez x you #warriors san #san warriors #ateez x y/n #ateez x reader #atz #choi san x reader #imagine dragons #choi san x you #choi san x y/n #warriors

[artsyanapink]

GANONDORF X READER

I was in hospital for 30 hours and had to start writting the smut part while I was on morphine. Really great decision... 👍 Anyway it's my first Ganon fanfiction so I hope I wrote the character well. I Imagined Ganon in Hyrule Warrior while writting this.

Warnings: SMUT Dubcon (kinda, I just want to be dominated by that man 😳), lust potion and use of force (I like things kinky and hard sorry not sorry) I ain't into villains and bad guys acting like puppies, so don't expect fluffy stuff. He's a bad guy. Not the Demon King for nothing.

On AO3 as well

It's being three years since Hyrule fell. Three years since the castle darkened. There was no sight of the princess anywhere after the king falls. Rumors has it that an evil Gerudo man took the place of the late king and that was the reason why the sun was never in the sky, replace by black clouds, especially close to the castle.

You were always taking a walk in the shopping district of the castle, taking in the songs of the birds and the voices of marchands urging people to buy their stocks. Everything, you would buy it there. But not anymore.

With no more exchanges between the four cities, there was nothing to buy in Hyrule. It was a dead place no matter where you lay your eyes upon. You had to go by feet in Goron city for the spices, Zora domain for the fishes, Rito village for arrows, sugar canes as well as oil and Gerudo town for the fruits. Only apples were growing close to your home and it was getting dimmer and dimmer.

You made plan to get to one place each five days since the travelling was taking you two and a half. One if you were lucky to not incountered monsters lurking.

Today you would be going to Gerudo town to restock. You didn't dare go for some days after hearing more beasts were in the region. Hopefully today it would be calm. You changed for the heat while hiding your head from the gust of sand that were frequent and made your way to the town.

You knew you were closer when the dried grass started disappearing and the rocks made their presence known with their massiveness. They were huge. So big that they curved in the center, almost hiding the sun for any light to go through. And no sunlight in the Gerudo desert meant a chilling cold. Fortunately your clothes were warm enough to support the drop of temperature.

It wasn't warm enough however to keep you from the chill that went all the way through your spine. It seemed darker despite the sun hidden already and the shadow casted next to you gave you the affirmation you weren't alone. With small steps, you turned face to face with a enormous horse. His skin as black as charcol and his mane like fire. Your breath stucked in your throat when you saw the rider.

Ganondorf.  

You would prefer being embushed by ten bokoblins than with this devil. You had at least a chance of getting away with the first.

"What is a girl like you doing here at night?" His gruff voice made the hair on your body stand as his eyes stared at you in the darkness.

You didn't like the attention on you like this, especially from this type of person. You stepped back, hoping to skirt around the man. "Nothing that concern you, sir." But he moved his horse in your way, halting you as the animal tapped its left hoof angrily with a whinny. You almost tripped at its actions.

"I insist." Ganondorf got down his mount, the clacking of his metal armor resonating in the silence as he made his way to you. He felt something special about you and despite having his doubt about a mere hylian, he would get to the bottom of this. Just like the animal was, the man was huge. Some hair escaped from the shawl on your head, his own red free in the wind. "I think you know who I am."

"I really do not know." You wished he would leave you alone. Ganondorf was gorgeous in your opinion, yes, but a danger. An evil being. It wasn't recommend to mess or less talk with him.

He gritted his teeth. "Do not lie to me, little girl." He grasped your wrist forcefully and you let out a painful whine. "Lying to me is like spitting on my face. Showing dirrespect will get you nowhere." Your body struggled against his hold, profanities leaving your lips every second for him. His eyes widened suddendly when a light blind the both of you, but not enough for the man to losen his grip. "That mark—" A twisted smile appeared on his face at the middle triangle glowing on the back of your hand. "So the legend is true. It does exist."

Confused and scared, you didn't falter your movements. "What are you talking about?" Your eyes met, the claws of his armor leaving a gasp from you. "Let me go!"

"I can't do that now with you in possession of something so important." There was a pregnant pause as his eyes gazed over your form. "You could still proved useful after I've taken it." Your brows furrowed in confusion at his words.

"What—"

Ganondorf reached for the glow with one hand while the other was still holding you in mid-air. It felt like he was piercing your skin and you screamed, the light around you growing bigger. By the time the light dismished, your body fell limp. The triangle that was on your hand turned grey, getting a scoff from the man. He smirked nonetheless knowing he was closer to get the power he wanted and deserved.

"Just two more."

•°•°•

Your sleep was over when you were throw on something soft. The action making your body bounced and mind alert. The hair on your skin rose up when your eyes made out a figure.

How long was he there?

"Look who decided to finally wake up." He sneered. You jumped from the bed but a yelp left your mouth when you were held back, tangling on the side of the bed. A gold chain was on your ankle, great.

Your eyes glared at him after colliding with the bedpost. Anything to be far from him although you knew inside that wouldn't stop this monster. "You got what you want Ganondorf. Why am I still here?"

The man chuckled darkly. "Feisty, aren't we?" He started to take off his armor, only the armsets with the claws staying. When he turned around however, red flood on your face. He already seemed built but without a top? The man was buff with muscles, red chest hair contrasting with his skin color. Your eyes broke from the sight immediately, hoping the Gerudo didn't see that.

But, oh, he did. "Enjoying the view small one?" Ganondorf threw the armor far while approaching your form dangerously. His eyes slit, challenging you to lie to him again and that shut you up. It only left you angry at yourself for finding this evil king attractive.

"You will stay here to keep me compagny and do as I say. Better started getting obediant now."

Keeping him compagny? "So now I am your pet?" You murmured unhappy, yanking the chain in resilience.

Ganondorf smirked devilishly, lookind down at you. He sounded condescending. "If you want to call it that way, pet." He emphasized the last word. "But you will watch your mouth soon enough."

"Or what?"

The door knocked suddenly, catching you on guard at who it might be. However, by the smile widening on the Gerudo man, you weren't excited to know. A sheikah entered the room. They look at you briefly and then at him. "Lord Ganondorf, I had found what you requested." The sheikah bowed down, giving the man a vial filled with red liquid.

Ganondorf didn't even look their way, his amber eyes on the vial with a twisted expression. "You're still being loyal after all these years, Sheik. I'm surprised."

"I follow whoever is the enemy of the royal family."

"That'll be all." The Sheika left in a puff of smoke.

"What is that?" Your voice was hoarse from the anxiousness, your gaze between the vial and the man.

"Something to keep you in line. It will bring great excitement to you, don't worry." The Gerudo man thugged the chain toward him, resulting in your body sliding to the end of the bed like a doll. It's like you weight nothing. It got a yelp from you and a booming laugh from him. He gripped the ties harder, bringing your face closer to his after the man crouched. "Open wide." But your mouth stayed close. Ganondorf growled at your disobience, irritated. "Don't start again, girl." He grabbed your cheeks and pressed with his armored claws digging into the skin. "Drink."

You finally let go after looking at him. The liquid ran down your troat. Instantately you felt hot and lighthead. "That fast huh?"

You couldn't keep your eyes off Ganondorf, your silent attraction reavealing itself so easily. "I feel strange."

He positionned himself on top of you, chest in full view. "You understand the effects do you, princess?" That nickname was new but it didn't bother you much as it turned you on more instead. Ganondorf cut the clothes with the sharp tip before grazing your nipples, eliciting a loud moan from you. Your voice ragged and reaching for air. The man continued to massage your breasts. "How does it feels?"

"You bastard—AH!"

He smirked triumphally while sucking the sensitive part. His tongue was hot and moving fast against your nipple. Your breath quickened at the attention your body was receiving. You hate that you love this. "Don't stop..." You whimpered, hiding your face with your hand.

"What was that girl?" You were interrupted by his hand caressing your lower parts. "Mh." Ganondorf gazed down a moment, his grin larger. "You're enjoying this quite a lot I see." The squishing sound of your garment and the juices were making you even more embarrassed.

"Just...." You try to ignore his eyes lingering on you. "Please continue..."

"Certainly princess."

Your lower body was naked as the air caressed your pussy. The man didn't struggle to take off partly his robe, revealing his member pulsing in front of you. Your pupils dilated and your mouth opened. "It won't fit—"

Ganondorf hands grabbed you easily by the hips, putting you on his lap, just over his member. Your owns instantly placed on his shoulders to create distance. "You were so excited to continue this little game." His voice resonated in your ears like honey, earning another whimper.

"I—"

His armored hand grabbed your cheekbones with power while you watched him with a mixture of lust and fear. "I'm in charge here girl. Don't command me, a king."

The intrusion was sudden but weirdly not as painful as you had thought. Maybe because your juices were flowing and cascading down the interior of your thighs. "That's it." He groaned silently, closing his eyes. The man's hands moved to your waist, applying more force before bringing your down again.

Your gasps filled the room. You were shaking. "It's too much! I'm too filled!"

"Perfect." Ganondorf replied and smacked his hips into you repeatively. He grabbed your hair from behind, another moan leaving your lips in exctasy. "You're mine to keep." He rolled his pelvis, touching new parts inside you that made you see stars. "Your power is mine. All of you—" He growled, changing position so you were now crouched on top of him, his arms snaking around your body and entering deeper than he had previously. "Is mine."

Your eyes rolled to the back, tongue out and sweat running down your body. "More....More please." You whimpered, shaking.

The movement stopped suddenly as his grip on you losened. You watched him with confusion and despair. You were so close! "Why are you stopping?" Your hands were on his pecks, his breathing moving your whole body to the ryththm.

"Oh, don't worry, princess. We are far from finished." He explained smugly. You were roughly switched on your stomach, your eyes half-lidded from the potion and the pleasure. Ganondorf fondled with your buttcheeks and you were vocal again after metal slapped the flesh.

"Ah!"

The man hips collided with your back, the new intrusion farther inside you. He gripped one arm, arching your body towards him while the other hand rest on the redened flesh. "How do you feel?" He huffed, his pelvis either creating round movements or entering forcefully, eliciting shocks across your body. "I sense your lust from your part of the triforce." He groaned, slapping harder but slower.

"I can't feel like this—I can't—" You mumbled inconherently and before you knew it, white filled your vision.

You rested there on the bed, panting and disheveled as Ganondorf looked over at you one last time then left the room laughing with an evil smile on his lips.

#x reader #fanfiction #i love him #ganon #ganondorf #ganondorf x reader #especially smut #reader #zelda #hyrule warriors #ganon x reader

[astralnymphh]

another epiphany. thought about a warrior/witcher!ellie x mage!reader trope.. GUYS.. THINK ABOUT IT

armor like geralts but not exact. y'know

✰ bonus elaboration NSFW MDNI

i can already see a fic where she's hired to kill a rampaging monster disturbing the peace within a nearby village or sum shit that happens to be in the same kingdom you are a mage for. you both get so enamored with each other. oml she'd be such a cocky witcher at first glance, then you get to know her better, n she'd be so nice, funny, caring. Aghhh but SO HOT in battle. gets all sweaty in that armor by moonrise. so, one murky night, rushed into an inn by the thundering rainstorm, you unbuckle and sheathe all her leather pieces and get her outta that mucky garment. then, behold, all her scars, wears and tears of tales, that handsome bod defined by well built muscles and veins running blue all across her brawny arms. she reeks of absolute monster stench but that's just an excuse to pamper her drained limbs submerged in a hot tub. steps out of the bath dripping wet, expecting you to dry her down with the towel cuz she knows how flustered you get handling her. goes "what are you staring at, my lady? something catch your eye?" while you mindlessly ogle her nude form. notices how ruffled up she's gotten you, collects you in her arms and sits you down on the bed, squatting down low to eat the fuck out of your pussy. would be so good at it too cuz i hc witcher!ellie would hook up with at least a few girls that eye her up at some tavern. ravenous tongue, swirling your clit with her pink muscle, growling into your pussy lips with vigor, staining those pretty lips with your slick, and bestows oh so many hickeys while she fingerfucks you with those thick, calloused digits of hers that drag and excite every wall in your cunt. FUCK THIS IDEA IS HOT FUCK IM GONNA WRITE IT FUCK FUCK FUCK 🤤🤤HOW BAD DO WE WANT THIS GUYS

#ellie williams #⤹𓍢ִ໋aestras thoughts #ellie williams x reader #ellie williams smut #ellie tlou #ellie x reader #lesbian #sapphic #ellie williams x fem!reader #ellie williams fic #witcher!ellie #warrior!ellie #ellie williams concept #ellie williams headcanons #ellie williams blurb #ellie williams brainrot

[sistertinysips]

I love every single fanfic writer in the warrior nun fandom, specially those who write smut, but I have a bone to pick with you all.

Y'all always always make Ava the one with the praise kink. Don't get me wrong I love it but... hear me out, because these are hard facts:

Bea is literally, Miss 'excelled at literally everything for approval'. Miss 'became skilled at so many things just to have value', Miss so much of my identity leans on being GOOD at things, on nothing short of stellar peak performance. Are you all srsly telling me, that Beatrice No Last name isn't the one with the baddest case of praise kink ever??? Because... honestly

Now imagine them getting down to it, and just randomly by chance, in the middle of it Ava calls her a good girl for something that isn't even sexual and Bea fucking whimpers. Now that I'd LOVE to read, because we know she's just such a little shit, she'd take it, run with it to me moon and back and just have Beatrice wrapped around her little finger because she just discovered Bea's sexual Kryptonite

#ava silva #sister beatrice #warrior nun #avatrice #or maybe I should write the kind of smut I wish to see in the world #I mean let's be real Bea is the one with the praise kink

[avatrice4l]

*Ava and Beatrice currently fight*

Ava, yelling at Beatrice from the bedroom: WHAT ARE YOU DOING?!

Beatrice: IM SLEEPING ON THE COUCH! GOODNIGHT!!

Ava: FINE!

Beatrice: FINEE!!!

-20 minutes later-

Ava, walks to the couch and lays on top of Beatrice: I don’t want to hear it

*Beatrice wraps her arms around her*

#Soft avatrice #ava silva #save warrior nun #warrior nun #sister beatrice #ava x beatrice #avatrice #warrior nun smut #ava x sister beatrice

[hystericstar]

I don't know if you do multiples but could I have some headcanons for HW!Link, TP!Link and BotW/TotK!Link with a fem s/o with a pear like body(small chest big hips) that they are insecure about? (bcitotallyhavethatbodytypeandwanttofeellovedlikethat)

All body types are beautiful and equally worthy of love <33

I hope these bring you the comfort you seek!

cw: nothing just very fluffy smut headcannons :)

! MDNI !

➳ Hyrule warriors link ➳

You’re insecure? What? How? How can you not see that you shine brighter than hylia herself? He simply can’t stand for that.

takes you to a private room with a window over looking the courtyard

he pulls a chair to the window and sits you on his lap facing outside and slides his hand down to your folds

”you see that lady over there? Yeah, she is nothing compared to you. That dress suits you more too, wouldn’t you agree darling?”

mirror sex

Him going agonizingly slow, feeling you up and down and forcing you to look at yourself

“Everything you see is worthy of love. I’m not gonna stop till you remember that. Now, why don’t you brag to me about how hot you are and maybe I’ll reward you. How’s that sound, hmm?”

𐂅 Twilight princess link 𐂅

Hickeys. Hickeys everywhere.

oh, you don’t like your hips? He loves them.

unsatisfied with your chest? He will pinch, lick, and suck on your breasts for hours.

he’s gonna give you reasons to love yourself, better yet- he’ll show you

he will not hesitate to remind you of your pure radiance

one negative comment about yourself and he will drop whatever he was previously doing to worship you

”darlin’, you’re too unique to go around feelin’ bad about yourself. Here, lemme show you what I see.”

ᘏ botw/totk link ᘎ

chances are, he already knew by the way he watched you eye yourself in the mirror.

so, while you’re asleep, he sneaks off to ventest clothing and pays Cece a visit

She gladly helps him create an absolutely divine set of clothing. It highlights and accentuates your body in all the best ways

the moment you wake he is adamant that you wear the outfit

“oh, look at you. Carefull now, you might make the heavens jealous.”

spends most of the day dancing with you, lovingly caressing every part of your body that he can

it doesn’t take long before the clothing gets yanked off though

as pretty as you looked, you were even prettier bare

massages your hips and leaves wet kisses all over your waist and chest

”now what do you see that I don’t?”

makes you tell him exactly what you don’t like about your body, tells you exactly why he loves your body

”how can you dislike a body that’s so huggable?”

~《☆♡•°•°♡☆》~

you being sad makes them sad! Nobody can love you more than you love yourself, and they’re a living reminder of that <33

thank you for requesting!!

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[miharuki]

I'm going to create a master list just for this series, to be more organized.

Again remembering, my English is not perfect, so sorry for any mistakes

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𝕿𝖍𝖊 𝕿𝖍𝖊𝖗𝖊𝖊 𝕻𝖗𝖔𝖒𝖎𝖘𝖊𝖘 𝖔𝖋 𝖆 𝕳𝖊𝖗𝖔(𝖎𝖓𝖊) 𝔈𝔭.02

"(Name), are you there?" - Waking up suddenly, you recognize the voice in your head. You look at the boys sleeping in the camp, realizing the situation you're still in. You look down at your lap, sighing for not being at home. The voice of your young highness in your head seems to fade, although it's not strange, it's a bit unusual for your highness to speak to you like that. You hope to be able to return home; until then, you need to try to find a way.

Even though several days had passed, the group was clearly noticing that you didn't want to be there, perhaps feeling uncomfortable with the fact that everyone was male. That's what Sky presumed and got everyone to agree upon.

"They hardly even talk," Hyrule said as he looked into the fire. At that moment, you had gone out to see if there were any monsters around the camp. With that, everyone could now talk about you without fear of disturbing you.

"Well, we're practically strangers to them, what do you expect?" Legend said as he looked at the group, making everyone ponder.

"Well, we know she comes from a Hyrule, that's clear from what we can see. Moreover, when we asked that question, they didn't deny coming from a Hyrule," Sky said as everyone agreed.

"We also can't forget about her clothes. Despite being different, it's practically the same as a Hyrule's," Warrior continues, making the group agree. Your clothes were totally different from theirs, but the fact that they were different yet similar made them think you could be some kind of fan, if not for the two sword sheaths at your waist.

"They also carry swords like us, but when I tried to get a better look, they were covered, and I couldn't see if it's really a sword," Wind completes Warrior, recounting the time when you and he were alone.

Time seems to ponder the situation. Your behavior was closed off in the first few days, he still remembers how he met you. You were standing with your foot on the head of a decapitated monster, your gaze seemed empty, and there were two more decapitated around, but there was no sign of any tool or weapon you could have used. You probably put it away as soon as you finished, since one of your hands was holding your sword sheath while the other seemed to be holding something hanging from your waist. Whatever it was, your hand was slightly red, as was your face, which only had a blood stain. Time remembers this perfectly.

When he introduced himself and the others and where they came from, he noticed that you were hesitant about them. When they asked about you, they only gave your name and that you came from a Hyrule, just that, nothing more, almost as if you didn't trust them, which makes sense, and Time understands perfectly. He was the oldest there. "Let's leave them alone for now. Let's not forget that we acted the same way when we first met. Eventually, they'll open up. Until then, it's better not to push too hard," Time said, sighing as he looked at the group, who were sweating profusely.

"Well, let's put that aside-" Sky's speech seems to be interrupted when he hears something approaching. Turning his head, everyone in the group looks to see you dragging what appears to be a dead deer with just one hand, while the other holds a cloth bag stained with black and red blood. Once again, there is a bloodstain on your face as well as your hands stained red, but that's it; the rest is clean. The only sounds coming from you are the noises of the deer being dragged; it seems that your feet don't even make any sound, just like you don't emit any sound.

You drag the deer until you're close to the spot where Wild usually uses the fire to cook. Wild, who was sitting on a log, looks shocked at the sight. He observes as you drop the cloth bag next to the deer, your blood-stained hands on each side of your body. You look at Wild, who quickly gets up as his gaze follows you. The group remains in total silence as they watch the tense situation unfold.

"I-I'll take care of the rest!" Wild stammers, almost tripping over his words. He sees you nod your head slightly in agreement before turning away and walking off.

Stopping on the path you came from, your eyes glance sideways at the group, each in their own corner. You turn back to face forward.

"There's no sign of any monsters. I'll check further around," you say, not waiting to hear the opinions of the others. Without a word, you disappear into the forest, blending into pure silence.

"What the hell was that?" Legend whispers quietly, looking shocked at what just happened. He looks back at Wild, who has cold sweat dripping from his face.

"At least we'll have dinner!" Warrior says, trying to brush off the tension, also sweating profusely. Wild nods as he crouches down to examine the dead deer.

"I think this is more than just dinner. I think… maybe even more than that," Wild says, already starting to take out his knife and carve the meat.

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[darklydeliciousdesires]

Paradise Circus - Chapter Twenty One.

Previous chapters - One  Two  Three  Four  Five  Six  Seven  Eight  Nine  Ten  Eleven  Twelve  Thirteen  Fourteen  Fifteen  Sixteen  Seventeen  Eighteen  Nineteen  Twenty

Tag list - In the comments

Words - 2,532

Warnings - 18+ content throughout. NO MINORS, PLEASE!

“I absolutely couldn’t get enough of ice cream with salt on it, I just craved it constantly! I even sent my poor ex out to the all night mini-mart at 2am one time because I couldn’t stop thinking about chocolate ice cream sprinkled with salt! So, is it just the KFC you’re craving, or anything else, too?” Cassie asked, she and Darla deep in conversation about all things gestational.  

“Doughnuts of any kind, but because of being vegan obviously, I can only get them from this one little bakery all the way downtown, and it’s a bitch to get to because there’s no parking all the way up the street on both sides and they don’t deliver, so I have to park at the big multi-storey and trudge over there after work to get my fix. It’s giving me a fat ass, but those chocolate krullers, oh my god!” she exclaimed, excited at the fact she had a box of them at home in the kitchen.

“Oh honey, from what I can see, you totally have a rockin’ body, still! Don’t worry, you’re pregnant, the usual rules do not apply at all!” Cassie encouraged, smiling warmly. Gah. She was beautiful, she was smart, and an absolute sweetheart. She noticed like Tommy had said that she could be a little preachy, she was definitely very confident in herself and her opinions, but what made her internal resentment even worse was the fact she couldn’t find a single thing to dislike about the mother of her boyfriend’s child.  

It could have been worse, she guessed. She could have hated her and thus have had that make things difficult, going forward. What Cassie knew would make things like that, though, was the one simple question she kept on asking herself over and over.

‘They get on great now, she’s having his kid, she’s beautiful and funny. Why isn’t he with her?’

Back when they’d begun dating, he’d emphatically stated that there was no future between he and Darla, that she had absolutely nothing to worry about there, purely because of how much they clashed. However, witnessing the way they had such a good vibe together that night, Cassie truly did have to wonder whether the notion which she’d been clinging to was all that applicable any longer.  

“So, what do you think of Darla?” Tommy asked her a while later outside, Cassie stepping out for a puff on her vape.

“I think she’s lovely,” she began, nodding, widening her eyes a little.

“That face is somewhat contradictive,” he noted, draping his arms around her neck loosely as she exhaled a plume of menthol vapour down through her nose. He always found it sexy when she did that, for some reason.  

“It isn’t her, well it is, but it isn’t... ahhh, shit. It’s just my stuff, getting in my own head about it,” she confessed, wrapping her arms around his waist with a little sigh.  

“Talk to me.”

She knew she could. Tommy was so easy going, apart from the occasional outburst of a really bad temper, but it was one thing she loved about her relationship with him, the fact they could be so honest with one another. Well, he was hiding a big part of dishonesty, but that she was not to know. “Just watching the way you two are with one another, how great you get along now, and how fucking stunning she is.”

“What, ain’t seen yourself in a mirror, lately?” he interrupted, nuzzling her cheek.

“Why are you with me when she’s the mother of your child, and the issues you had in being with her originally no longer exist?” she questioned bravely, Tommy laughing softly at her words, leaning down to kiss her.

“Because I love you, stupid,” he began, seeking another kiss. “And because Darla and I are only getting along like this because we cut out what the problem between us was, that problem being trying to become anything else other than two old friends deciding to raise a child together.”

“I’m sorry, I guess I’m just feeling a little insecure,” she admitted, shaking her head dismissively.  

“Well don’t. Everything is fine, don’t worry.” He had to enforce that. If he did, he might believe it himself, and not that he was a rotten shit of a boyfriend who had cheated on her a month and a half ago.  

She wanted to believe him, nodding, smiling widely, satisfying him with her acceptance, but beneath, she was conflicted. Almost as conflicted as he was within at trying to convince himself as well as her that just friendship and a relationship of co-parenting was all he wished for in Darla. The confliction weighed just as heavily on him as it always had, though.  

He couldn’t mess things up now, not after he and Darla had worked so hard to create such a positive environment for their son to be born into. Things were healthy, they were great. He couldn’t rock the boat. No. Also, he knew his heart, and he loved Cassie. She was everything he’d ever looked for in a woman.  

‘But she isn’t Darla.’

Ahh, the voice in the back of his mind. Anything he tried to do in order to silence it just didn’t work, so for the most part, he ignored it completely. He would forsake his own secret longings for his son’s sake without question. There was no way he would raise his boy in an environment of toxicity. He would not make the same mistakes as his father had.  

If there was one thing he wanted to remain resolute over, it was that, standing and enjoying the cool air outside with Cassie as he held her close, their peace together then disturbed by the person who would always do just that, disturb whatever he attempted to whitewash over the truth with.  

“I’m sorry to interrupt, but,” Darla began, taking Tommy’s hand and holding it to her stomach. “Isn’t that incredible?”

His son’s first kicks. Yes, incredible was exactly what it was.  

“He takes after me.”

“He does!” Her face was so alight, so full of happiness.

“I’m so fucking sorry,” he laughed, Darla giggling with glee, unfazed by the fact she was carrying a tiny prospective MMA champ within her womb. “Wow, it makes it all the more real, to feel him kick. Wow.” He was a little choked up, Darla cooing softly and hugging him, Tommy kissing her cheek and drying his glassy eyes. Cassie was smiling on, but for him, in that moment, she faded right into the background. It was just him, Darla and their son, who continued to kick so hard, Tommy felt it against his abs, the two bursting into further laughter.  

The scene made Cassie feel like she was intruding, telling them she’d see them back inside before making a swift exit, Darla cringing a little in her wake.  

“Sorry, I had all the sensitivity of a bulldozer just then. I was excited is all, for you to feel him kicking. I’m so glad you were close by for the first time,” she said as they parted.

“It’s okay, you’re fine. Between you and me, she just confessed that she feels a little insecure because of you.” Mostly, those words made her feel sad for Cassie, but she couldn’t deny, the tiny part of her that resented the woman sparkled a little, to hear that.  

“Does she? Oh, Jesus. Do you want me to talk to her, make it clear that we really are just friends, and that that’s all we’re ever going to be?”

Hearing her speak those words, it made something spiny and unpleasant prickle at his insides. “No, It's fine. I told her the same thing and she’s good. I think it doesn’t help much that you’re so damned gorgeous, personally. She wanted to know why I’m not with you when you’re so attractive and nice, and since we get along so well, but like I said, I explained it.”  

“Good.” But she didn’t really mean that, reaching to stroke his face, her heart thudding sadly. “Good.”  

She turned and walked back into the bar, fixing a grin in place as she approached the table again, the hairs on the back of her neck standing up when Tommy moved past her to get back to his seat. Seeing him seat himself beside Cassie once more, taking her hand and kissing it, Darla held onto her emotions tightly, cursing her pregnancy hormones to hell for flooding her with the desire to burst into tears.  

‘It’s good with him, you’re finally on that solid ground you both tried so hard for. Don’t you dare do it, Darla Elizabeth Cooke. Don’t you ruin your relationship with him and break that lovely girl’s heart, too. I mean, not that you would. He loves her, not you.’

“Guys, it’s been great, especially to meet you, Cassie. I’m going to head home, though. My bed is calling me.” Standing up, she bid everyone goodnight, Chantelle standing too, telling her she’d come wait for her Uber with her.  

She could see it as she followed her out, Darla grabbing her tissues from her bag, knowing she’d been hanging onto her emotions so well all through the night. Chantelle saw it, exactly what she was so desperate to hide. She noticed it over the last few months whenever Tommy was mentioned, how her friend sparkled whenever she spoke his name. It was more than just elation to be getting along well.  

“Sweetheart,” she cooed softly once they were outside and away from the front of the bar, Darla bursting into tears. “Oh, honey. You have to tell him.”

“Tell him what? I’m just being emotional and asinine.”

“Baby girl, come on. This is me. You know you can’t hide it from me.”

She was right, of course. If anyone was going to see through her shit, it was the woman holding her supportively as she cried. “I can’t, I can’t do it, Chantelle. I’ll ruin everything! We’ve worked so hard on what we have, and now, now he’s happy with Cassie and he loves her. I can’t wreck his life even more than I already have!”  

“You ain’t wrecked shit, girl. Okay, so you were rocky to begin with, but look at you guys now! And as for him loving Cassie, that man is trying so hard to distract himself from you, I swear, I’d bet every single one of my salons on the fact he feels exactly the same as you do. Because you love him, don’t you?”

There it was, the question she’d been avoiding even answering to herself. Out of all the people in her life, Chantelle was the last she could do that with, though. Her, Aimee and her mother, in fact. It was time to confess the sobering reality of her situation, of what her heart desired.

“I do. I love him, I love him so much, and it’s crazy! We don’t work, it’s too difficult, we clash, we...”

“Stop throwing excuses at it. It’s love, it doesn’t have to make perfect sense, and more often than not, it doesn’t!” she advised, holding her sobbing friend tightly. “But you’ll regret it for the rest of your life if you don’t tell him, you know that, don’t you?”  

“I know, but I can’t risk it! I mean, what if I only think I love him? What if It's just the pregnancy hormones and I go and mess it all up by confessing something that I’m only saying out of emotional duress?”

Chantelle sighed, indicating to the Uber that pulled up that they’d just be a minute. “Darla, you’re smarter than that, and you know it. Since when has anything you’ve ever felt, or voiced, been without a hundred percent confidence and conviction?”

She had a point.  

“Do you promise me you’ll think about it?”

Darla nodded. It was all she could think about. “I will.”

“Okay, baby. Call me soon. Love you.”

“I will. Love you too.”

She cried all the way back home, the sweet driver asking if she was okay, Darla blaming her hormones.  

“Wow, so your first? You and your guy must be so excited.”

Her guy. But he wasn’t.  

“We are.” She croaked, taking a deep breath to compose herself. Wrapping her cardigan around herself a little tighter, realising she could smell Tommy all over it. CK Be. It had been his scent since he’d begun wearing cologne back when he was fourteen. He never deviated.  

The smell was about as comforting as it was torturous for her, wrapped up in something that smelled like the man she loved, while leaving him behind in the arms of another. Still, she had one tiny piece of him there with her, their little boy, who kicked away happily, oblivious to the mess his mom and dad were getting themselves in, all because of each other.  

She felt angry at herself, at how quickly things had changed for seeing him with Cassie for the first time, how just five hours ago, she’d been completely fine and content. Hiding from her feelings, yes, but content. Denial had been resting very well with her, until that evening. Now, as she entered her apartment and flopped down, kicking off her shoes and picking up the book she’d been enjoying the previous evening, all she could think was that this would be a secret she’d have to sit on forever, or until she at least got over being in love with Tommy.  

It made no sense to her, how little they had in common, how she could love someone that much, bearing it in mind. She had seen a completely different side to him over the last few months, though, their fiery fights now more playful bickering they indulged in. Still, none of it mattered. He’d moved on.  

Figuring she’d read in bed, she got up and went to get ready, washing, brushing her hair and slipping into her pyjamas, noting that she had to invest in bigger ones now her bump was stretching the elastic waist right to capacity. She paused by the chair she’d slung her cardigan over, reaching out to pick it up and put it back on. She felt pathetic, but she wanted his scent close to her.  

Curling up with her book, she hoped to get lost in the pages, focus on the narrative of another instead of the one inside her own head. No such luck. Her phone beeped, a message arriving, Darla reaching for it and feeling her heart quicken and sink at the same time.

‘Tonight was great, I’m so relieved you and Cassie get on well. It was really good to see you and meet Chantelle as well, she’s just like you described her! Her husband came down after you’d left too and signed up for some training sessions with me, so that’s good. More money to spoil my boy rotten with when he gets here. Anyway, I’m babbling. Sleep well, buddy. Tell bubs I love him.’

Immediately, she began to cry once more, stroking her bump, sighing.  

“And we love daddy, too, don’t we? Yes, we do.”  

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[kpopnstarwars]

i fear i may kind of be cooking with this warriors san smut fic so uh here's a lil snippet for the kpop fans who managed to cling on through the drought and the bald freak boom (apologies to the feyd fans but hey this could tickle your interest too)

Night is falling, the sun casting long shadows down the road. You always find the darkness comforting - it feels as if San is near. Today he is; you raise your fist and knock thrice on the solid wood of the gates, lifting your hand in recognition of the guards who peek over the turrets. Slowly, they ease open the doors, and you stride into the courtyard, your boots clicking against the roughly hewn pavings. A squadron of your soldiers are sparring, but they halt their training when you enter, snapping to attention as you stop at the centre of the space, the dying rays of the sun streaming down the steps towards you, the air still as you wait. San appears, his gilded silhouette glorious at the top of the stairs. His shadow guards spill down the steps towards you as he descends; their bodies contort and bend, the swirling mass of them parting around you, liquid night, jaws snapping, circling you until you’re surrounded. A smirk pulls at your lips, and you throw the bag at his feet. You do not bow low, simply dipping your chin as he extracts the head from the sack, inspecting it and nodding before returning it to its roughly woven grave and handing it to one of his shadows to take away. Meeting your eyes, his own filled with amusement, the hint of a smile flashes over his face. ‘Welcome home, my love.’

EDIT: IT'S HERE

i did sm worldbuilding for this it's actually insane

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[itsbackwoodsbby]

Locker Room Sex

Stephen Curry x Black Fem Reader

A/N: I wrote this for my pleasure. I AM TWENTY, so there is an age difference. I am sorry if you don't like the age gap, but I still am obsessed with this FINE ASS man so don't judge me, judge ya mammy.

Warning: Age Gap! Dirty Talk! Cheating! Swearing! Unprotected Sex!

Summary: You were messaging Steph Curry for a while and then eventually he ghosts you. You were desperately in need to talk to him. For reasons. For answers, on what exactly is going on. You sneak in the Golden State locker room and you definitely get more than answers.

You greeted and told the guys goodbye and goodnight as they left the locker room. He was the only one left in the locker room taking a shower. He turned the shower off and came out with a towel wrapped around his waist. You look at his body. He was very toned for a 35 year old. You bite your lips and start imagining him with the towel dropped.

“Uh… can I help you?” He asks you kind of sternly. You look at him nervously. “Uh yeah. May I get an interview?” He looks at you, “You’re not an actual interviewer.” Reading right through your bullshit. “I’ve heard of ABC, ESPN, and Ballislife. Never have I heard of Big Balls Entertainment.” He reads your fake ass badge your best friend made you.

You swallow hard and you try to come up with a new lie, but you can't. Honestly, you only here to talk to Stephen Curry and possibly even fuck him. But you obviously know the plan is blown, so you walk out. He grabs your arm.

“You know fans can’t be back here either. You can go to jail.” He tells you. You sigh. “I just wanted to see you. You stopped replying to my messages.” He looks at you, “Wait, you’re the girl that I was snapping.” You bite your lips and shake your head before you look down. “And when you stopped texting me, I had to find a way to see you and talk to you.” He starts examining your body as you are talking. “Aye my eyes are up here.” You say sternly. He chuckles, “My bad.” He clears his throat. “Look. I have a wife. I have three kids. I can’t be doing this with you.” You look at him and nod you head. “You’re right. I’m so sorry.” You say as you get up to leave the locker room.

You don’t know why you thought your plan was going to work. You two are 15 years apart. He has a family. You just want him back though. You guys were only talking and sending nudes through Snapchat. It shouldn’t have got this deep as in you sneaking into the Golden State locker room.

A voice comes back to the locker room. It’s Klay. Steph and you run to the shower room and you hide in there as Steph puts on some clean boxers and goes back into the locker room. You listen to their conversation until Klay says he has to go home to see his doggie son, Rocco. He leaves and it’s just you and Steph. You were about to leave and he grabs your arm again.

“Nah. Wait a minute. You can’t leave yet.” He says. You look at him confused, “Maybe we can hook up one time.” He says before caressing your body. “You just said you don’t want to be caught up with me.” You say biting your lip as he squeezes your boobs.

Steph wanted you now. It’s only because he remembered his wife was going for two weeks for a cooking show. The kids were with his parents. So you could be his little cum eater while his wife was away. It wasn’t like Ayesha would care. He can just dispose of you when he got done.

You strip down and go inside the shower room taking your clothes with you. You wanted shower sex and he wanted the same. He smiles at your naked body before you disappear and follows you. He takes his boxers off and pushes you down on your knees.

“You said if you were to see me, you’d suck it.” He smirks. “Do it.”

You start with his tip and slowly lower down an inch. His dick is really big and thick. It’s kind of hard to swallow. You’re a big girl though, so you push through. Eventually you’re damn near eating his dick up.

“My balls need love too.” He says and pushes your head down. You bite your lip before you start sucking on his balls. He smiles and groans even more. You smile knowing you're doing a good job. “Fuck, I’m going to cum.” You go back to sucking and stroking his dick with one hand and massaging his balls with the other and he rolls his eyes in the back of his head. “Fuck, you’re a good at giving head.” He says. “Young ass eater.” He chuckles.

He starts fucking your throat. You start gagging at how rough he is getting with you, but it only motivates him to be rougher with your throat. He hits the back of your throat once and he starts nutting in your throat. You swallow it all. Eventually, he pulls out to see if you did. You smile and stick out your tongue. He smiles.

“Good girl.” He says. You stand up and he admires your wet body. He sucks on your neck and lowers to your nipples. He starts rubbing your clit and he smiles. “You want me to return the favor now or later.” You bite your lips, “Later. I need that dick.” You say.

He picks you up and slides you down his dick. You gasp and hang your mouth open, moaning a sweet note in his ear. He starts thrusting in and out of you. He proceeds to go faster and choke you a bit.

“You take this dick so good, baby girl.” He says groaning in your ear. “And your pussy is so fucking wet.” You whimper. “Ooh shit. You’re so deep. You’re so deep.” He smirks and goes harder. Your legs begin to shake. You’re on the verge of climax already. “Steph. Chill. I’m going to cum.” He chuckles, “Nah. Take it.” He says and goes harder. You try to grip the wall. “Mm, fuck daddy.”

He turns the shower off and heads back to the bench. The steam from the water was making it kind of hard to see. He lays you down with his dick still inside you. He pulls out and starts eating your creamy pussy. You start moaning and gripping the edges. His head game was vicious, it almost made you cum. Then he rams his dick back in roughly. You scream out. He chokes you.

“Chill the fuck out. You can’t be too loud, ma,” He says. You bite your lips. He begins to pound your shit in. “Ooh. Ooh Steph! I told you to chill. I’m going to cum.” He smacks your boobs and goes deeper. “Nah. Say my name.” He groans. “Oh daddy.” You say low. “Loud ma.” He says. “Fuck! Daddy! I’m coming.” You say louder. He chuckles and starts back pounding you. You let out a long moan before creaming his dick up. He looks down, “Yeah. That’s right. Paint this dick.” You cover your face as he starts going deeper. You try to push him away but he just pins your hands above your head.

Suddenly, he starts going faster and faster then you feel his warm liquid fill inside you. He groans in your ear as he does it. He pulls out and watches you leak out both of your juices. He looks down at you as you look at him. The two of you laugh at each other. You sigh and get up.

“Now, I got to shower.” You say and run to the shower. He joins you and you two just shower. You two get dressed and walk out to the parking garage together. He kisses you and rubs all over your body. He practically didn’t want to let go of you. You very slowly break the kiss and giggle. “Chill.” You smile. “You should come with me tonight.” He says. You think about it. You don’t mind but you would rather lay in your own bed tonight. “Nah. I’m going home. Maybe if you need me again, I can stay over.” He smiles, “Ight, lil ma.” You blush and get in your car and he gets in his. He honks his horn as a goodbye and you go to your house.

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[egrets-not-regrets]

Translation: Mine, Yours

Some words are better translated using body language. Warning: Erriox/Lenora smut.

Dialogue spoken in High Gothic is in bolded italics.

Author's note: Short and smutty. Also cw: SMUT. My piece for #mating press march. Hope it's hot enough. Lol.

OCs: Erriox (Iron Warrior); Lenora

Tagged: @kit-williams, @bleedingichorhearts, @shadowfirecat, @gallifreyianrosearkytiorsusan

“You will smell of no one but me. Speak no one else’s name but mine. Think of no one but me. You are mine. Mine to have. Mine to claim.” Erriox growled into her ear. Each squelching thrust emphasizing each sentence.

Mine. Mine. Mine… was all Lenora could hear. She whimpered. All she could smell was him. All she could feel was him. He was her Astartes. Her Iron Warrior. Her Erriox. Her mind spiraled, threatening to drown her in the pleasure of it all.

“Look at me. Who do you belong to?” His stormy blue eyes bored straight into her soul. 

She scrambled to put together a coherent thought, “You...” 

“In Gothic!” He snarled, snapping his hips. 

Back arching, eyes rolling into her head, Lenora mewled, “I’m yours…! I belong to you…” 

Not satisfied with her response, “Louder!” He commanded. Bullying his cock into her gummy walls, angling so he would hit that sweet spot that left her screaming. Driving home his message.  “Who do you belong to?”

Lenora wailed, “Aanngh! You! Erriox! I belong to you!” Her overstimulated, sex-addled brain could barely register what she was saying. She could feel the stretch of his length filling her; feel the mess of slick and his cum between them dripping down her thighs, wetting the bedspread underneath. She whined. Her leg kicked out helplessly as she tried to hook her leg around him, trying to draw herself closer. Her fingers digging into his arms, trying to ground herself in some way. Erriox snarled, pinning her hips to the bed, relentlessly pushing her towards the edge. 

“Beg for it.”

Her eyes flicked up towards him, fierce and angry, having had enough of his teasing, “No! No more!” She snarled back. And promptly pulled herself to him and sank her teeth into the meat of his shoulder. 

Erriox yanked her head back by her hair. He grinned fiercely, teeth baring, “You call that a bite?” He scoffed. He drove his cock into her roughly and deeply, groaning as he felt her tighten around him with each punishing thrust. He knew that she enjoyed that as much as he did. 

“Let me…” he grunted, “show you…” another thrust, another moan, “…what a proper bite is!” He bit down hard into the side of her neck, breaking skin. Lenora keened wordlessly, clamping down onto him as pain and pleasure threw her over the edge. Himself, following not long after, swallowing her moans with a searing kiss. His arms grasped her tightly as he painted her insides with his seed. 

They lay there nestled into one another, sweaty foreheads pressed together, slowly coming down from their high. Lenora let out a shuddering breath, “That was… intense,… but god… that was good.” Ending in a giggle. She pressed her lips to his, sweet and loving. Erriox chuckled as he returned her affections, preening at her compliment. He then lathed his tongue over his bite mark, tasting the iron in her blood as he cleaned the wound. Erriox wasn’t into biting and drinking blood as intensely as his Blood Angel cousins, but he could admit that there was something darkly satisfying about biting and marking his Lenora.

He nuzzled her, nosing against her cheek, “Are you alright?”

Warm brown eyes met his stormy blue, “I’m ok.” Lenora nuzzled back, “Thank you…” she murmured, before claiming his lips again. Wrapping her arms around his neck. 

Erriox purred contentedly as he pressed deeper into her kiss; one hand sliding down the small of her back, the other giving her ass an affectionate squeeze before pulling her body in ever closer. He pulled away slightly, lips brushing hers, rumbling, “I am yours as you are mine.”

Smiling, Lenora kissed his scarred lips as she breathed, “I’m yours for as long as you are mine.”

#cw smut #mating press march #space marine husbandry sentience #oc: erriox #oc: lenora #iron warriors

[avatrice4l]

YUMMY😏 ohh lord the comments has the creator of the artwork in it in ppls comments stop crying yall

#warrior nun #ava silva #save warrior nun #sister beatrice #ava x beatrice #avatrice #ava x sister beatrice #warrior nun smut #alba baptista #kristina tonteri young

[chain-link-smut]

I JUST THOUGHT OF AN AMAZING IDEA (this can be a request or just me sharing an idea with y'all -- whatever you prefer)

Okay so like. Reader (with either a 😻 or a 🍆) and a Link of your choice (with the opposite genitalia) accidentally get body swapped.

Lemme explain my vision:

I'm thinking maybe after a portal shift, Reader and Wars/Time/whoever find themselves separated from the group, and they get attacked by...idk, an infected Wizzrobe? After that, the Wizzrobe (or whatever) disappears; the two of them pass out, and when they wake up -- bam. Body swap.

I'm a little unsure about this next bit -- perhaps whatever spell the Wizzrobe used also makes people horny? Perhaps the two accidentally run face-first into a sex-pollen plant? Perhaps the two are simply curious about what it feels like to have the opposite genitalia, and decide that now's a perfect opportunity for experimentation? Idk, dealer's choice -- but regardless, it leads to some smutty times.

I'm thinking: First Time/Horny Teenager Vibes (to clarify -- they're BOTH adults, but I say "horny teenager vibes" only bc neither person truly knows how to use the other's "equipment").

I'm thinking: guided masturbation, as each person experiments with the genitalia they currently have to see first-hand what feels best for their partner.

I'm thinking: overzealous, passionate fucking -- whoever currently has the dick experiencing the bliss of being engulfed by the heavenly wet heat of their partner's (well, their own) pussy; whoever currently has the pussy experiencing nirvana from the sensation of penetration -- of feeling their partner filling them up, of their partner reaching so far into their core, practically kissing their soul with how deep their partner's (well, their own) cock is. First Time Vibes all around, essentially, for this pair of experienced lovers.

(And perhaps, whoever currently has the dick clings tightly to their partner so they won't accidentally slip out, desperate to keep their cock warm as they're panting and whimpering from the pleasure; perhaps, just before either of them have fully caught their breath, the current dick-haver begins rutting into their partner again, growing hard inside their partner -- consumed by a feral need to do it all over again; whining prettily about how they get it now -- why their partner is always so eager to make love whenever possible. "It...oh, it feels so good...! I can't...If this is how you feel every time, then fuck, I get why you can never keep your hands to yourself; I wouldn't either, if I were you -- fuck...!")

DFBDHBJFONSFWJVSFOIVW!

Oooo Beasty, what deliciousness is this?! Body swapping? I’m listening… (sorry that this took so long to get to. Hope it is close to what you were thinking)

Wizzrobes are such bastards or as I call them, Twinkle Toes, but we may need to keep them around if they are going to do things like this. Wizzrobe Rod + Sex Pollen, that would be a weapon to hunger for.

Warriors and you stepped through a portal like all the others just did, but you two are the only ones on the other side. Red flag for you both, but neither had a chance to draw a weapon before a dark Wizzrobe released a pink and purple magic into your faces, coating you both in a powdery substance.

Warriors let out a hushed curse.

“What?” you asked, now concerned more by his response. Even more so when he pulled out a cord of rope. “And that is for what, exactly?”

“To tie our hands together. That magic we just got blasted with will have us unconscious in a few minutes and I would prefer to not have to track you down when we wake.”

“Track me down? What are you ta-” You didn’t finish your sentence, dropping like a sack of feed to the ground.

“Lightweight.”

Waking from your involuntary nap, you pulled at the rope now around your right wrist. It was unpleasant at the least. You groaned, blindly slapping Wars chest to wake him, but it didn’t feel right. It was soft and squishy.

You turned your head and was met with yourself, sleeping right next to you. Forgetting that your hand is tied to yourself, you tried to scurry away, but that only caused you to drag the other body that looked like you.

“Hey!” It was strange to hear your own voice and clearly it wasn’t what the other you was expecting. “(Y/n)?”

“Yes?” You slapped your hand over your mouth, taken by surprise that Warriors voice came from you. “What happened to us?”

“Body swap?”

“Why are you saying it in the form of a question when you said you knew what the magic was?”

“Usually it just knocks you out and you get super horny, not all this.” He gestured to you both.

You gave a smirk. “Usually? So you have used this stuff before?”

“Most adults in my Hyrule use it recreationally, so yes, I have.” He, in your body, leaned in, moving your face, his face, from side to side. “Damn I look good.”

“You-!” You slapped his free hand away, untying your still joined hands quickly.

Upon standing, Wars laughed, looking down at your hips. “Seems that the magic has settled in already.”

You looked down and there it was… you were solid and eager. “How do I get rid of it?”

“Gotta use it.”

“Fine, I’ll be back later.”

“Jacking off doesn’t work.”

“DAMN IT!”

Warriors laid back down. “Not that you would know what to do with a weapon of that sort.”

You placed your hands on your hips, “And you think you know how to use what I originally have?”

“Duh.”

You had always wanted Warriors to eat his words and this was going to be the greatest way to. Without a word you began to take the excessive amount of clothes off, happily watching the other grow more and more uneasy.

Standing naked, Warriors had a blush on his cheek and you can’t help the thought of how pretty yourself looks like that. What you weren’t expecting was him to bite his bottom lip while his eyes roamed over you.

“Conceded much?”

“N-no. Pretty sure it’s this body going on instinct more than anything else.” He rubbed his thighs together and you knew what that meant.

“Undress, it isn’t going to take care of itself.”

There was a shyness once both of you were stripped of clothing, looking down at your new bodies and the ones that were originally yours. You felt like the teen you used to be when you lost your virginity, not sure exactly what to do or what was okay. You wanted to touch, but how-

“Wrap your hand around just below the head. Not tight enough to rub raw, but enough for it to feel good.” Warriors directed, seeing your curiosity. And didn’t that feel good as your hand stroked in a steady rhythm, slowly building the need to be sunk inside something hot and wet.

You kept up the slow pace as you saw Wars move his hand to between his legs for the first time, barely touching his new sex. You let him explore, snorting a laugh when he hisses in discomfort from harshly swiping over his clit. “Hurts doesn’t it?”

“Yes! I do that to you sometimes, why haven’t you told me not to?”

“It doesn’t always hurt. Here, let me show you.” You blushed as you touched your own body part. It wasn’t like you hadn’t snuck your hands in your own pants before to find pleasure, but this was so much more than that.

Warriors caught on quickly, moving his fingers on either side of the sensitive button, then a larger circle over top of it with three fingers.

His cheeks flushed, mouth gaped and panting, you tell him to stop. He whined high in his throat, but did as he was asked. You took a deep breath meaning to calm yourself, but the scent of pheromones was all you got and it made you dizzy.

With two fingers you stroked the soaked folds that Warriors hadn’t made it to yet, gently pushing in. His back arched some, hands going to his chest as you thrusted inwards more. You added a third finger and had him moaning for more. You curled your fingers forward, finding that spot that made his eyes cross, giving it several ‘come hither’ motions.

“Please, please, please!” Wars begged, a hand reaching for your hair.

When he got a fist full of hair, you slowed down, saying, “Words, Wars. What do you want?”

“Mouth! I want- ah!- your mouth.”

When it came to oral pleasure between your legs, you had a rule: If you weren’t okay with having your own mouth down there, no one else needed to be down there. Knowing that you had just taken a bath that morning, you were fine with him guiding you down with both hands.

Trying not to overthink it and remember what felt good, you got to work lapping at the still twitching, clenching, wanting entrance. You pulled a hand from your hair, placing it at his clit, silently telling him to go back to stimulating himself. It didn’t take long after that for the warning moans to be voiced and his release to drip down your chin and you got to see first hand how you tasted.

“So that’s what that feels like.” Wars said with a blissed look on his face.

“Good right?” you smirked, as you removed the moisture from your lips.

He looked into your eyes, biting his lower lip. You were somewhat between his legs still and he widened them further apart, spreading himself open as an invitation. Getting a little closer, cock in hand, you look between yourself and him, cheeks turning pink.

“You’re not nervous now, are you?” he asked.

“No, just… I don’t know what to do.”

Wars sat up on his elbows. “After everything we have done together in the past, you don’t know where to put it?”

“That’s- that’s not what I mean!” Your face went a rosy red. “I just don’t know what to do with-” you pointed both hands down towards your hips. “-this.”

Warriors gave a breathy laugh, saying quietly, “It’s like being a young teen all over again.” He sighed with a smile. “You know this body better than I do and what feels good to it. Go off of that.”

He had a point.

Scooting closer, you could feel the heat rolling off of him and your cock twitched, automatically knowing what was to come. Taking it in hand, you rubbed the head between slick folds, coating yourself.

Silky, wet, hot.

Warriors mouth fell open as you kept sliding in further and further. “Holy Golden Three!” He looked down where you two were joined. “And that’s not even all of it?”

“You aren’t lacking, Cap. Ha-ah! No wonder you can’t keep your hands to yourself. I would want to fuck every chance we had if this is how it is.”

“Is that an offer?”

Doing a hard thrust forwards, you had shut him up, but you couldn’t stop at one thrust. You slid in and out of him with ease due to the constant fluid. Holy shit it felt good and so tight! You got a bit carried away and pulled too far out, leading to you grinding your cock between his folds and up over his clit.

“No no no! Put it back, put it back!” Warriors pleading voice made you smile, letting him see how it felt to be denied the pleasure after having it. Missing his heat, you plowed back into him, pulling a high pitched moan that nearly turned to a scream.

Re-entering him was so much more invigorating, more intense, just- more. You could feel how you filled him full, touching every internal wall, the squeeze around you. The sounds he was making because of you, gave you just as much pleasure as the feelings.

Needing him closer to you, you lean down and scooped him up in your arms to have him in your lap. Your arms encircled him as his went around your neck. Your lips met in the hungriest kiss you had ever experienced, not caring how slopping it may have been. You couldn’t get enough of him, no matter how close he was, no matter how deep you were seated inside him. The thought of him slipping away had you latching your teeth to his shoulder, hot air panting between locked teeth.

Bliss was the look on his face as he bounced in your lap. His words rang in your ears, echoing in your mind. “I can’t- please! It feels so fucking good… don’t stop, I-!!” He painfully pulled your hair, but it still felt delicious to you. “I’m never- ah! -taking my hands off of you. FUCK!!” Warriors smashed his lips to yours, trying to silence his scream as his orgasim had hit, trapping you like a vice and forcing yours to spill your release, filling him full with technically his own seed.

Ears done ringing, vision back, you looked at each other, breaking into laughter at how ridiculous the situation had been. The blush on his cheeks made you agree with the statement he always told you afterwards when you were glowing. “So beautiful.”

“Shut it…” He smiled though. That smile turned into confusion. “That’s new.”

“What?”

“You came, right?”

“Yeah.” In response to your answer, he flexed around you, showing that even though you had came, you were still as erect as you were when you two started. With a devilish smile, you laid on your back, bringing him down with you.

This was going to be a very, very, long session of exploring, trying new things and bringing each other to the greatest highs either had ever experienced.

#loz smut #purely smut #18+ only #anon ask #anon requested #shade answers #beasty asks #warriors x reader(fem) #body swap #gender swap #this should not have taken a month to get to

[miharuki]

𝕿𝖍𝖊 𝕿𝖍𝖊𝖗𝖊𝖊 𝕻𝖗𝖔𝖒𝖎𝖘𝖊𝖘 𝖔𝖋 𝖆 𝕳𝖊𝖗𝖔(𝖎𝖓𝖊)

✧Info:

your past, your story is up to you, specifically what happened in your character's past is up to you, I will not detail this and turn it into a backstory for the reader.

His main hyrule is: link being the son of zelda, who is currently the queen of hyrule.

Link, being the son of Zelda, has two sides of the triforce, the side of courage, which belongs to the hero Link, and the side of the triforce of wisdom, which belongs to princess Zelda.

Prince Link is the reincarnation of Link himself, there is no reincarnation of Zelda because as Link himself already has both sides, there is no reason to have another reincarnation, especially since the queen is the former bearer of the triforce of wisdom, queen Zelda, is alive.

Again saying I'm not going to specify your backstory, that's up to you.

Here the reader, you, that is, reader, will be (Name), I won't use y/n or yn, because it's not my writing style, it's not that I hate yn or y/n, no! I don't hate it, I just feel much more comfortable writing as (Name)

reader, you, (name) will have your body specifically, your body shape and how others see you as a WOMAN, but your pronouns are neutral, so you can often see a she/her or they/theirs, again saying that, her body is female because of the narrative, but her pronouns are neutral, so when I refer to the reader's body, (name), her body in the story will be a female body, but her pronouns are neutral, sometimes she /her, but again most are neutral pronouns

✧List:

✩prototype: ✩Ep 01 ✩Ep 02 ✩Ep 03:in production ✩Ep 04 ✩Ep 05 ✩Ep 06 ....

Masterlist:

𝕽𝖊𝖖𝖚𝖊𝖘𝖙𝖘 𝕳𝖊𝖗𝖊

𝕬𝖑𝖗𝖊𝖆𝖉𝖞 𝕻𝖔𝖘𝖙𝖊𝖉/𝕱𝖆𝖓𝖋𝖎𝖈 𝕮𝖍𝖆𝖗𝖆𝖈𝖙𝖊𝖗𝖘:

#dark link x reader #loz link #linked universe #link twilight princess #link legend of zelda #link #★𝕿𝖍𝖊 𝕷𝖊𝖌𝖊𝖓𝖉 𝖔𝖋 𝖅𝖊𝖑𝖉𝖆 #linked universe x reader #legend of zelda #the legend of zelda #lu time #lu wind #lu fic #lu x reader #lu wild #lu legend #lu warriors #lu sky #lu twilight #loz #linkeduniverse #linked universe hyrule #lu hyrule #yandere x you #yandere dark link #link loz #loz dark link #link smut #loz lu #loz link x reader