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[SHB SPOILERS GALORE] Zenos Apologist first, Ascian Fucker second. I write, I draw, I cry. But mostly cry. Not a request blog.
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He had sauntered into her sleeping quarters, still unused to the unusual warmth of Gridania compared to the unforgiving cold of Garlemald. She was surprised to see him-- clearly not expecting visitors at this hour: let alone him.
Her annoyed pout was almost adorable, if not for the nearly transparent shift she wore when she opened her door to him. Without even waiting for her invitation he waltzed right in, ignoring the way she grumbled about spoiled princes under her breath.
The room is a mixture of greens and browns, just as he would expect of her. It is a lovely room, yet quaint for someone of her standing. The curtains are drawn, letting in moonlight, casting her earthen skin in a heavenly glow as she glides past him.
"You are late."
He's gotten used to her strange way of speaking. How her admonishment sounds like she's genuinely angry with him yet a simple observation. Her timid, feeble nature had irritated him at first, causing him to view her as nothing but means to an end.
But they have spent time together, whether he liked it or not. It would many moons still before their arranged marriage was finalized, yet for the sake of appearances, they were made to be in each other's presence.
However, this is the first time they have been alone in private.
Leaning against a stone wall, he takes note of how she gazes up at him unafraid. It was like a glimpse through the crack of her carefully crafted mask; the one she made to be the perfect princess, the perfect daughter.
He wanted to break it.
"So I am." he replies, waiting to see how she responds. Her wide nose scrunches her whole face in distaste, before smoothing back into something far more neutral.
"I would appreciate if you would leave then. As you can see," she coughs, clearly more embarrassed than she lets on, "...I have already readied myself for bed."
His mouth quirks at that. "Will you make me?"
She frowns at him then, clearly annoyed, but unwilling to pull off the mask. "I cannot make my future husband do anything." she huffs, turning on her bare heel to go sit on the settee behind her.
He tuts at her defensiveness, but he's not willing to give up yet. He's put in too much work to call it quits so soon.
He doesn't answer her as he pushes off the wall to move further into her suite, taking note of the blooming tree in the corner. It is clearly touched by her magic, blooming vibrantly as if it were outside. His eyebrows raise slightly to see just how many tomes she had stashed in her room.
"I'm surprised."
Silence hangs in the air before she finally takes the bait. "About what, exactly?" she asks, clearly exasperated.
Picking up a tome, his glance over the title. Lord of the Revel: A History of the God of the Kojin. It was fairly thick, and when he flipped through a few pages, scanning quickly over the contents, it was clear the text was rather advanced. "That your parents allowed you to have books."
Her eyebrows furrowed further at that. "Just what do you mean?"
He smirks, knowing he was close to getting his wish. "Come now, don't play coy. You've said yourself the King and Queen have sheltered you your entire life." Clapping the tome shut, he returns it to its proper place. "Why even bother educating their little songbird?"
He could see her fists ball into tight knots, her eyes glisten with unshed tears. Time to go in for the kill. "Or perhaps, that was their way to make amends. Since they won't let you out of their gilded cage, you could at least imagine what it would be like to be out of it."
He doesn't even bother dodging the pillow she chucks at him with a frustrated roar, her feline growl reverberating through her chest. "How dare you! You speak against the King and Queen,"
"Your King and Queen, might I add--"
She screams again, throwing the second pillow. "You are insufferable!" she cries, hot tears streaming down her cheeks. He wants to taste them.
"And what will you do about it?" he presses, circling the table to stand over her.
She avoids his eyes then, and he knows she's working to put that mask back in place. "Please leave. I want to sleep."
An excuse, easily recognized. "There are more entertaining things we can do aside from sleep." He begins to pull his gloves off, which snaps her attention back to him. Her eyes are wide with panic.
"W-What are you doing?" she stammers, looking for an escape but he's already bent down to take her hand in his, quickly pulling her into him. She's truly so small next to his height, yet that stirs his lust all the more. How strange that this powerless woman would bring this out of him.
"Testing a theory." he replies, moving to sit down on the settee. Like most things in this palace it is too small for him, but it will have to do. It will at least hold their combined weight as he spreads his legs wide enough for her to fit between them so he can spread her own. She protests the entire time he hikes her shift up past her hips revealing a rather racy undergarment underneath.
His eyes trail up her body after his discovery to meet her eyes, which are clearly looking elsewhere in shame. "A rather vulgar garment for the Eorzean princess, don't you think?" he asks, hooking his finger in the band and snapping it against her skin, causing her to yelp. "Unless...it's for me?"
He hears her mumble under her breath, but it's too quiet for him to hear. Huffing out a laugh, he pulls her down to sit between his thighs, crowding his torso around her to show just how different they are. "Speak up, A'yana."
A shiver races down her spine as his low voice purrs right into her furry ear. "I m-made it myself."
He raises an eyebrow at that, taking another look at the garment. Of course a princess would have tailored garments, yet with a second glance it is clear that it was made by hand. "Did you now...?" he chuckles, one of his hands ghosting across her stomach. "And where did the repressed princess learn how to make such garments?" His other hand begins to slither between her thighs, coaxing them open.
Her ears begin to flatten against her head, her eyes focused on the hand between her legs. "I-In a book."
He chuckles at that, pressing a kiss to the bare skin of her neck. She still smelled of the milk and oats of her bath. "How interesting...would I be correct to assume you hide your more...indecent literature from the prying eyes of your parents?"
She nods, breath stuttering as her attention remains fixed on his hand, his fingers threading through the thin strips of her underwear. Following her gaze, he can feel the heat of her center as he slides his hand lower, finally pulling the garment aside. "Tell me, A'yana," he rumbles, bringing his finger back up to his mouth, slicking them a bit first. "Is there anything else you wish to recreate?"
His other hand grazes across her chest before finally settling on a breast, taking the globe in one hand, testing its weight. The one testing her core glides through the slick there, surprised at how wet she already is. Virginal indeed.
"You must tell me, A'yana." he urges, unsure himself why he wants to hear it from her lips. His gaze is trained on her face, wanting to see what expressions she'll make. "There is no shame here. After all, we are to be wed are we not?"
She's biting down harshly on her lip, nodding roughly as her hips writhe for a pleasure they've yet to experience. "T-Touch me," she finally gets out, clinging onto him.
"Good girl." he begins to pet her in earnest, fixated on every noise, every movement he pulls from her as his fingers play with her clit, play with her entrance. He wonders if she's ever touched herself or if that too was repressed. It was not uncommon for noble women to be denied sexual liberation in favor of supposed purity, treated like breeding stock to be sold to the highest bidder.
By the time the night is over, she will be begging for his touch. He can't wait to see the King and Queen during their next meeting, knowing he'll have ruined their little bargaining chip far before the marriage.
Her juices coat his fingers readily, his fingers reaching deep within her body, seeking the spot that will have her crying his name. The closer he pushes her, the more magic fills the room, her markings faintly glowing as she bucks in his hold. Devoid of magic himself, even her can feel her power beneath his armor, on his skin. He's torn between watching how the plants in the room almost glow just like her, how the the flames of the lamps burn brighter, but do not catch fire. Such raw power, such magic, it is beautiful.
And she is beautiful because of it.
Her first orgasm doesn't take long, her hands holding onto him for dear life. He watches patiently as she goes slack in his hold, almost boneless as she catches her breath. As she calms down, so too does the magic in the room, leaving him feeling bereft with its loss.
He wants to know it again.
He samples her juices, tastes her power on his tongue, and it might be the most damning thing he's ever done. If he were to look back to find the point of no return--
It would be here.
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Why do I kinda wanna write it now tho
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i just learned there was a name for that thing white ppl do when they think theyre being accosted and then list all their marginalizations
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i just have a feeling the ppl who say they write great dialogue:
misappropriate aave
write exclusively one liners
include the dirty talk in a smut scene as the dialogue they speak of
just write inappropriate jokes
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My fave thing abt the scions is how they yell at WoL when WoL sacrifices themself once (1) as if each and every single one of them hadn't sacrificed themselves several times before. 1 hour ago even!!
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Sometimes. I get ideas so rancid gpose should be taken away from me.
Presenting.
Left Behind
Twilight
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writing something with two characters who use the same pronouns and fighting to balance using names vs using pronouns in a way that's both smooth to read and easy to comprehend
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Devil Jin | Tekken 8
↳ BLACK WINGS OF RUIN
#the porn is almost complete#please look forward to it!#devil jin#tekken 8#i could fix him. i promise
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hope everyone's having wonderful lust-filled thoughts over fictional men today
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