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For the rarepair meme, I'm not entirely sure what actually qualifies in Genshin XD but Lyney/Nilou? I do kind of like the idea of two of our performers together....
I can see a very clear rivals to lovers thing, at least rivals from where Lyney's standing of course. Kinda like this (excuse the Lynette POV, that's how the scene showed up in my mind and she is very fun to write):
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The Traveler couldn't stay for tea but she left Lynette a box of beautiful little honey cakes brought fresh from Sumeru. She was supposed to share with her siblings and she would do that, there were far too many for her alone anyway, but that didn't mean she couldn't hide away in her room with a pot of tea and enjoy some peace and quiet. And honey cakes, of course.
It was barely time enough for her to bite into one of the cakes before Lyney invaded her peaceful tea-time, giving his usual knock and entering before she even answered.
There was urgency in his voice as he said, “Dear sister I found out the reason behind the last few nights' shows lull in ticket sales.”
Even if Lynette was inclined to ask, she knew better than to do that. When Lyney has a plan you can see it in the very way he moves, and from the way he sauntered to the table and pulled the chair closest to her, this was a fun one. At least fun for him.
“We,” he said, eyes twinkling, “have a rival!”
Now, if she wanted him to say his piece and go away, she was forced to show attention. So she deposited her teacup on its saucer and tilted her head toward him, waiting.
“A Sumerian dancer, come here to perform for a half-season, and a famous one at that. It's all over the Steambird! We can't just lose tickets for all that time!”
Lynette blinked slowly at him, then refilled her teacup. “And your plan?”
“Who said I have a plan?”
She smiled and waited.
“I've been to her act. She's very good. Disciplined. Working elemental magic while dancing must be very tiring but the results are,” a brief, breathless pause, “stunning.” There was a little too much shine in his eyes as he said that. “As is her-- I mean, her movements. The way she dances, it's like the rest of the world stops existing, I can't help but wonder…”
As Lyney's eyes took a dreamy, faraway look, she knew it. It was a bad plan. The worst kind. She felt her right ear twitch, an old tell she usually keeps under control. That is how worried he made her.
Lyney noticed as well, he snapped back to attention, said, “That's when I knew I had to do something.”
“That plan. You shouldn't.”
“Beloved sister, I said nothing--”
The teacup clicked in its place on the saucer. “You want to distract her from work, maybe make her go away earlier. Don't. It'll backfire, you're too smitten. Remember what Father said about you and love schemes.”
The mention of Father had him straightening up, as usual, lifting his chin as if trying to stand a little taller, fill bigger shoes. Then he said, “Well, we'll see about that, won't we?”
And that was in the wrong tone. Not so much defiant as… She studied his face for a moment. There was that smile, a bit too much eagerness there. This could only mean the plan was already in motion. “Don't say…”
The smile bloossomed as if every single drop of confidence he had nurtured it. “I'll be taking her to Lady Furina's new play tomorrow!”
Nothing she could possibly say would work at this point, so she saved herself the energy and took a sip of her tea. Afterward, she said, “Then good luck on your date with the beautiful dancer.”
Lyney paled, the smile dropped just enough that she knew he had only now caught up with what he had done. “Thank you,” he said, quite like an automaton. Then he walked away, a little spaced out.
Lynette hoped her brother would pull himself together enough to be his usual self on the date. That should be enough to charm anyone. And if that didn't work, well then she'd have to do something, wouldn't she? Maybe the Traveler would even help.
#fanfic#drabble#lyney#mentioned Nilou#lyney/nilou#would that be...#lylou#rarepair asks#I had fun writing this#my writing
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nobody asked BUT i feel my journey with that meme is incomplete if i don’t remind everyone that b’elanna/kes is my voyager rarepair and everyone should love it
i’m of the strong belief that b’elanna needs and wants gentleness, even if she doesn’t know what to do with it. kes is so gentle and has a way of looking at the world around her with unconditional positive regard. not only that, she has absolutely no preconceptions of any of the stereotypes or historical antagonisms in the alpha quadrant. she looks at b’elanna and sees nothing except her, and the first thing she’ll notice is all that is wonderful about her, and of course kes is going to love her (in whatever way you want to continue this train of thought).
and then you have b’elanna, who doesn’t think she has gentleness in her at all. she thinks she’s too much for everyone, so wouldn’t that be especially true here? with kes all sweet and elfin and patient, who tends flowers and is always smiling? except that kes is also unbreakable. she would see b’elanna in a full fit of rage and not flinch. she’ll be curious, but never repulsed. and after “cold fire,” it’s even something they can even relate on. now b’elanna’s the one with expertise, having lived for a long time with the fear that something she feels can become dangerous.
anyway i’m just forever thinking about them :)
#b'elanna x kes#rarepair asks#i have other voyager ones but this is my rarest and truest#/#//#star trek voyager
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when you say rarepair, do you mean like, it's rare in both canon and fanon or like, it's a big fanon ship but not canon or it's canon but rare in fanon?
i know that's really confusing, but i'm confused.
dw about it hgdsfjkgdgjhdgh ✨️ i'd say a bit of both? this is a frequently asked question though so ill direct you to this post for further explanation
#rarepair asks#hope it was helpful 🙏 in any case pls feel free to come back if you have any more questions
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Oh tea. The rarepairs I have thought about. You’ve opened a door and the ocean is at it (the ocean being my unhinged mind) (and I will not flood you though) 💕
First — I’ve been thinking about Aris and Gally a lot and I want to see if you can be on board with me. To my knowledge their interaction is few and far between but I just kind of love the idea of them.
Aris: contained and somewhat shy but even more cunning than Thomas, less outspoken and openly curious but finds out information and pieces together things on his own before showing anyone else and if someone gets the privilege to see what he’s discovered it’s a great one, not exactly an amazing runner but has his own tactics of survival as he is somewhat mischievous in his own right. Kind of the hidden predator you’d never expect but also doesn’t want to be that if he doesn’t have to.
Gally: I’d wax poetic but we both know, we just both KNOW, especially post tdc he’s damaged and lonely and trying his best, can be absolutely brutal but doesn’t want to be seen as such, ruthless when on a mission, is very intelligent and was often underestimated, does let fear control his motivation but he’s trying to overcome that because he wants to be BRAVE (oh look at that I’m waxing poetic again).
Anyways, yeah — tea, do you have thoughts or am I alone on this boat?
why helloooOOOO
first off: crest, you are NEVER alone in a boat 🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻 but also not in this specific one, worry not.
i've talked about aris and gally with @dunne-ias before and i do love the idea of them!! i believe that was in a modern day au, where aris just fit that tad bit better than thomas because he's that little bit more.. off. which is a bit of what you're getting at, too, i think?
ias correct me if i'm wrong but i think it was aris being into gally and gally not clocking it At All? which in that instant was just much more charming than if it would've been thomas, bc thomas is all head first running into something and aris would be keeping his cards close to his chest, even if he was trying to make it super obvious he had a thing for gally??
and you got me thinking, i don't know that they ever interact in canon at all. aris isn't on the minho rescuing mission, and i just watched the safe haven vince pep talk scene pretty closely to do that thomally week gifset and i don't think gally and aris are shown to acknowledge each other.. but i could be wrong, i wasn't specifically on the lookout!
i do think that in movie canon aris and gally are a very interesting spot, because aris could only ever have heard about gally's arc in the maze second hand. and he never knew chuck. so he might be intuitively more inclined than the gladers to have empathy as his primary reaction to those events. and it could result in scenes of gally trying to explain to aris just why he is such a bad person.
ohhhhh but honestly now i'm thinking about them at safe haven 0.0. quietly working alongside each other (different tasks though, i wouldn't think aris would be especially skilled in building something), and it takes gally much longer to notice aris in the first place than the other way around. bc gally's so caught up in everyone he lost, and the guilt he's carrying with him. i think talking to aris, and forming some sort of tentative friendship could be a really good way for him to get some tether to live that isn't centered around the gladers as a social group.
OR, this just came to me, it could start off as a hook up alsdkjfsalkdjffds. love sex + emotions <3 oh my god. i am having vivid ideas of how a scene like that could go. curse you, crest.
but also thank you - tickling new spots of the brain is always a good time! and tmr rarepairs are just a fantastic way of doing that.
<3
#tea answers#ask#rarepairs#tmr rarepairs#rarepair asks#crest#aris/gally#ally ?#alskdjflaksdj#rially#idk man#doesn't matter lksdj#the maze runner#tmr#maze runner#tmr aris#tmr gally#long post
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👉👈 Maybe, just possibly I could suggest some Kieran, Albert and Arthur fluff.
The trio go off to find a legendary animal and Arthur get scratched up a bit from the animal. Kieran and Albert take care of Arthur’s wounds, cooing over him like broody hens.
I honestly just love the idea of Arthur having to protect his two idiot boyfriends from getting themselves killed.
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Pairing: Arthur Morgan/Albert Mason/Kieran Duffy
Fandom: Red Dead Redemption II
Tags: Animal Death, Brief Violence, Fluff, Cuddling, Tending to Wounds
Rating: Teen
Word Count: Just under 1,400
Comments: So sorry for the short length, as a rule I think I’m going to try and keep these ficlets between 1,000 and 2,000 words (smut going a little more between 2,000 and 3,000) This pairing is so cute though. Just two anxious beans and their hunky bodyguard facing the world. I approve immensely!
“I feel like this is when ya say ‘you were right, Arthur. I should have listened to you’.” Arthur grumbled while clutching at the torn skin on his forearm. He had thought Albert had learned his lesson about wolves from that time in West Elizabeth, but no, he had not. When news of a beautifully fierce wolf by Cotorra Springs came up, Albert had begged Arthur to come with him to photograph it. He had tried to dissuade Albert, even bringing Kieran in to put some sense into Albert’s head.
But it was no use. When Albert announced he was going no matter what, Arthur had started packing up his horse for the journey to the hot springs. Kieran, though terrified, had mounted Branwen to go with Arthur, even though Arthur had said he didn’t need to come.
Things had been going relatively well, Arthur tracked the legendary wolf and helped Albert set up his camera while Kieran stayed back with the horses. In the process of setting up his camera, Arthur heard a thunderous growl from behind him. Albert’s face paled and Arthur tensed up.
“Ah, shit.” Arthur drew his sidearm and twisted around, being faced with the biggest, prettiest wolf he had ever seen pressed close to the ground and yellowed teeth bared.
“Albert, back up slowly to Kieran-” Before Arthur could finish his sentence a loud pop and flash went off behind him. If Arthur hadn’t been staring into the yellow eyes of a wolf, he would have turned around with a glare and said ‘do ya really think now is the time to take a picture??’.
The wolf lunged at Arthur making Albert yelp. He was able to bring his forearm forward to take the brunt of the wolf’s snarling jaws. The teeth cut through his jacket and into the flesh of his arm before he could bring his gun bearing arm under the wolf.
The wolf shook its head violently, tearing fabric and muscle before Arthur squeezed off two rounds into it’s meaty throat. The teeth released from his forearm as the wolf collapsed and spasmed. High-pitched whining emitted from the beast as Arthur clutched his forearm close to his torso. He felt bad that he had to shoot such a majestic animal, but it was in agony now.
After laying the wolf to rest, Arthur turned to Albert who was cowering behind his camera like it would save him. In the distance Kieran was looking at the pair, their horses’ head poking up from behind him.
The initial panic wore off and Arthur groaned when he took off his jacket to look at the bloody town flesh of his forearm. “Hey, Al, we’re okay, but we need ta clean this before it gets infected.”
Albert apologized profusely as he removed fabric from the gouges in puffy red flesh. They had set up camp not far from the Springs, and both Albert and Kieran wouldn’t let him leave the tent they had put up.
It would have been endearing if he was in immense pain. Kieran sat next to him, holding his good hand in his own, the smell of horse and hay calmed Arthur and he let his head rest on Kieran’s shoulder. Once the wounds were clear of fabric, Albert splashed some damn good whiskey onto the teeth marks, making Arthur’s hand tighten in Kieran’s.
“I was savin’ that for a good time, Al.” Arthur tried to joke but Albert just gave him a stricken look and shakily threaded a string through a needle.
“I’m sorry, Arthur…” Albert’s tone was low and full of shame. “If I had listened to you… You wouldn’t be hurt.”
Arthur sighed and opened his mouth to speak, but Kieran beat him to it. “W-we all make mistakes, Albert. Remember when I told A-Arthur not to go near that herd of wild horses, a-and the lead stallion nearly trampled him?”
Arthur blushed in embarrassment as Albert tried to hold back a breathless chuckle.
“Or the time Arthur told me n-not to touch that plant and I-I had a rash for a solid week.” Kieran nuzzled into Arthur’s neck. “Wh-what matters is everyone is a-alive.”
Arthur had to hand it to Kieran, he could be wise when he wasn’t a trembling ball of anxiety.
“Kieran’s right, Al, shit happens. Weren’t yer fault.”
Albert let out a ragged sigh and shifted to hold Arthur’s forearm in his lap so he could stitch up th efleshy wounds. “Okay, okay, but let me fully apologize by stitching up your wounds.”
While Albert worked, Kieran worked his fingers into Arthur’s hair and massaged his scalp, pulling Arthur into a pleasant nap. When he woke an hour later, Kieran and Albert were sandwiching him between them. His arm was bandaged loosely, mostly to keep the stitches clean, and resting over Albert’s stomach.
Arthur huffed with a growing smile, turning his head to press a kiss to Kieran’s forehead then to Albert’s. The three of them got into a lot of trouble, but they always made it through it.
When Arthur tried to sit up, two hands pulled him back down to rest on the bedroom. Albert’s droopy eyes looked up at him and nuzzled into his side.
“Why are you getting up?” Albert whispered.
Arthur shook his head with a sigh and shifted so Kieran’s head wasn’t squishing his bicep. “Was gonna check on the horses and skin that wolf. Don’t want the pelt to go to waste.”
“Kieran took care of the horses after you fell asleep… I want you to teach me to skin an animal.” Albert sounded hesitant and his brow creased in worry.
Arthur pursed his lips and tilted his head. “Albert, I know yer squeamish. Ya don’t have ta come with me.”
“But, it’s my fault!”
Arthur sighed and carefully moved his wounded arm around Albert to pull him to his chest, letting Albert bury his nose into Arthur’s neck. “We went over this. All is forgiven. Ya don’t have to make yerself uncomfortable because ya feel like ya have too.” Albert’s breath against his neck made the skin tingle as he gently rubbed circles in Albert’s back. “Yer alright, Albert.”
“But you’re not. You could have been killed, because I’m… I’m a fool.”
“I will admit, this weren’t the best idea.” Arthur chuckled and pecked the crown of Albert’s hair. “But, it wasn’t the worst situation I’ve ever been in. Hell, there was a time I went huntin’ with Hosea. We were after this massive brute of a bear. The bear ended up mauling me, and ya know what Hosea did? The bastard was hidin’ behind a rock while the bear beat me around like I was a toy!” Arthur laughed warmly, stirring Kieran from his sleep.
“Really?” Albert peeked out from Arthur’s neck.
“Really. And Hosea is my own father. So Albert, everything is okay. This little scratch,” he waved his arm around, “It ain’t nothin’. I still love ya.”
Albert finally relaxed and let his head snuggle into Arthur’s chest. Kieran sat up for a moment, sleepily looking at Albert and Arthur before yawning and flopping down over Arthur’s stomach. Grunting softly, Arthur chuckled and ran his hand through Kieran’s shaggy hair.
“I guess the wolf can wait a li’l longer.” Arthur mumbled and let Albert and Kieran fall back into a restful slumber as he ran his hands over their rising and falling spines.
When the trio finally left their tent, Arthur went to skin the wolf, and even though Arthur told Albert he didn’t need to, Albert went with him. He stood a few paces away watching Arthur’s knife carve into the soft pelt, and looked away when the pelt was fully removed from the body.
Kieran had packed up the horses while they were away and was feeding them peppermints for their troubles. After throwing the wolf pelt over the back of his stocky war horse, Arthur turned to Kieran and Albert. His hands were planted over his hips and he leveled them with a kind yet firm gaze.
“How ‘bout next time we go on a li’l adventure we stray away from dangerous animals?”
Kieran held his hands up in surrender as Albert laughed nervously. Arthur knew he’d probably be jumping between a bullet to save them next time.
#rarepair asks#rarepair#rdr2 fanfic#rdr2#red dead redemption 2#arthur morgan#albert mason#kieran duffy#legendary wolf#fluff#my writing
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uhh if you don't mind, can you do Ashe/Lysithea for the rarepairs if you're still doing it? I just think them bonding over stories would be neat
SO sorry this took literally forever anon! this has been sitting in my notes for i dont know how long and i finally finished it in class this morning. i got VERY into it after a while so there's kind of a lot under the cut.
the thing about lysithea and ashe is you have a person that believes in the good of authority, that people can improve if given time and guidance, and someone who was completely betrayed by the people that were supposed to protect her. honestly i don't think i'd blame lysithea if she hated anyone even remotely like the people who took over house ordelia.
but even though lysithea has experienced horrors unimaginable, she still tries to keep improving herself for the good of others. she and ashe are alike in that way - she improves herself for her parents. he improves himself for his siblings.
but do either of them ever improve for their own sake?
i think that's something they'd bond over, one of their few common points - that they both want to make someone proud, to make them happy and let them live comfortably. they've experienced horrible lows and don't want to return to them.
but they both approach this differently. obviously we as the player know it's because lysithea is running on borrowed time, she doesn't know how long she'll be around and she wants to get as much done as she can. but ashe takes the time to know people, to enjoy smaller things in life, even as much as he works hard to be a knight. he cooks and reads and tries to have a life outside of his studies. lysithea doesn't give herself that luxury.
however, lysithea's love for sweets trumps her need to get things done sometimes. and that's how they end up talking for the first time.
their first interaction is in the dining hall. ashe is the one cooking, and lysithea finds that she absolutely loves what he's made. she ends up complimenting him thoroughly, not even noticing when he starts to blush.
he's a little embarrassed, reasonably, because he doesn't usually get this much attention for his cooking! outside of his siblings, no one pays this much attention to what he's made.
when lysithea realizes she's been rambling, she awkwardly extracts herself from the conversation and disappears for the rest of the evening. she's not around to realize that the smile stays on ashe's face for the rest of the night.
days later, they run into each other in the library, lysithea studying and ashe trying to. it's… not going so great, and usually lysithea would focus on her own work (she's running on borrowed time, after all) but as a thank you for that great meal, she offers ashe a hand.
and she learns that it's not that ashe is unintelligent or doesn't try, it's just that he doesn't quite understand the way the material is being taught. it's that he doesn't enjoy it, and that makes it more difficult to grasp. he's never been taught to study things like these (he's never had that opportunity) so she reteaches some of the material the way she understands it.
and… it helps. things slowly piece together, and it gets easier. not overnight, but for just one afternoon spent studying, it's considerable progress. ashe realizes instantly how much it's helped, and proposes a trade: for every afternoon spent studying, he'll make lysithea some sweets. she accepts instantly, barely considering that she might need that time for herself.
their study sessions eventually shift into meeting in the library to discuss what they've read recently after they realize that their taste in books (when lysithea isn't reading about magic theory) is fairly similar. it's a little two person book club, and it's good! it's fun! it's small and sweet and gets them shushed many times when they get too enthusiastic in their debates.
lysithea hasn't spent this much time on unproductive topics in a long time, but she rationalizes that it's still productive in a way. teaching ashe helps her reinforce her learning. getting sweets in return keeps her from being hungry when she studies on her own. their book clubs keep her thinking critically. logically, it is a good idea to stay around ashe. it makes reasonable sense.
(she does not let herself consider that maybe she is sticking around ashe for more than simply productive reasons.)
this continues up until the timeskip—trading study time for sweets and talking about books in their spare time. and then things go downhill.
regardless of the route, the two are separated for a long time. both of them go home to their families and defend their own territory. there's no time for studying together or book clubs anymore.
the war puts things into perspective: lysithea is still a ticking time bomb. ashe still has siblings to support. and so they grow up really goddamn quickly.
whether they meet on the battlefield or at a class reunion, when they first see each other weapons get dropped for a moment. they don't know if they're still the same people from five years ago, but they're willing to consider that maybe, this person is still someone good. someone familiar and comfortable.
they don't stay on opposite sides for long. regardless of who switches over, they meet up again in the greenhouse. some of ashe's plants are still blooming, and he's tending to them.
(it's then that lysithea realizes, beyond the little they share, she barely knows ashe. she barely gave herself the chance to know people when she was younger and maybe she still doesn't have much time but she's lived longer than she ever though she would and maybe, maybe she can try to know him better.)
(and ashe knows lysithea has always been reserved and private, barely sharing anything about her life outside of the monastery, and they've grown up enough that he can see there's a reason for that. he doesn't want to pry but he wants to let her know that if she wants to try, he can understand. and maybe he wants to try to share more, too. they don't have to move on from everything they had before but maybe they can add on to it.)
and so things get a bit deeper.
in the greenhouse, lysithea starts to talk a little about what life is like at home. carefully skirting around what's happened to her, she touches on how she's trying to make her parents' lives easier, how she's the only one left, how she doesn't have much time.
ashe doesn't know what it's like to live life with a time limit, but he knows what it's like to need to make someone else's life better, to need to make them proud, to be better for them. he understands loss and he's gotten a bit better at coping. lysithea has rarely discussed lonato with him, and maybe it's time to have that conversation.
this becomes their new normal. at least once a week, they sit in the greenhouse together just to deal with everything that's happening together. it gets easier to talk about the past when they talk about it together. it's easier to deal with the war, too, when they're able to talk about it together.
when everything's over, they both have to go home. they have lives outside of garreg mach that they can't just give up on.
…or can they?
half a year or so later, a letter from lysithea finds ashe in faerghus. she explains that she's renounced her nobility, she's made things easier for her parents, and she's finally done. there's nothing left for her but a happy life. and she'd like ashe to be a part of it, too. they've grown so much, from kids who studied and had a mini book club together to adults who fought alongside each other, and she doesn't want to give that up.
she writes that she understands he can't up and leave his siblings, so if he's willing to have her, she'll come to him. she'll make the trip over to the kingdom and stick around. she has money and she has governing intelligence if he'd like to make use of any of it.
he writes back that he'd love to have her, not for her money or her brain but for her, to have someone who's shared so much of his life at his side while he adjusts to a new normal. he'd like a familiar face in this unified fodlan, even if she doesn't think she'll be around for long.
the two never get married because of lysithea's time restraints, but they spend the rest of her life side by side. lysithea finds her place in a bigger family, one closer to what she was supposed to have. ashe finds someone he wants to spend the rest of his life with, someone who sticks around for the good and the bad, someone who is willing to help him and support him and understand him.
it's said that the two spent most of their days in the kitchen, where laughter could always be heard. ashe's siblings will say that they were happy, even though they knew it couldn't last forever.
it's said that even on her last day, lysithea smiled, knowing she had made the most of her short life.
thanks for the suggestion anon, hope this makes up for the wait <3
#not a quote#lysithea x ashe#lysiashe#lysithea von ordelia#ashe ubert#ashe duran#rarepair asks#fe3h#this kinda comes off as more of a qpp than romance but oh well. i am aro and i hc lysithea as arospec that's my excuse.#if i fucked up spelling pls let me know i’ll fix it when i get on my computer
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Hi! It's me the last rarepair anon again. I never thought about percentages before so that's an interesting point! not sure if I agree percents/numbers but it makes much more sense that others think that way 😅
Sksksksksksksksk glad I could give you a new POV on the subject nonnie
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hihi! i’m the anon that asked what your damijon looked like! AND THEY WERE SO CUTE OMGMG, but i’d also like to ask what your super sons damijon looks like as well? 🥹 tyty 🙏
hii thank you for that ask, and i'm glad you liked it!! here's a super sons ^^
#ask#damian wayne#jon kent#damijon#jondami#idk if this is shippy enough for these tags but also jic for muting purposes#i checked the last time i ever drew something shippy and it was 2021 asdfgh#it was nice to shake off a bit of the rust so ty again!!#i struggled deciding to keep an older Damian in the Robin suit but i just couldn’t think of anything else he would wear 😭#so my interpretation is this is around his later teens when he would give up Robin#…my last ship art was velmilla if anyone knows it LOL my beloved tales rarepair…#batbabyart
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maybe i came too early, maybe i came too late
i’m waiting in the shadows of the scaffolds of the old cafés where you told me to wait
#megatron#impactor#transformers#maccadam#megaimpact#megaimpactor#hiiiii transfans……. ermmmm…………. i’ve definitely been drawing at all#and just prepping a bunch of art to post hahaha….. totally……… anyways.#this was for rarepairing fest but im impatient so youre getting it now#who knows maybe they’ll rb anyways im not god i dont know the future#anyways can anybody give me some fucjing megaimpactor. please. dear god.#uhhh this is inspired by four things. nighthawks the painting. of a friday night by anais mitchell. skin&bones by cage the elephant.#and of course hlm!#other titles were#of a friday night#meet me at the bar#(<- yes thats a reference to MassEffect leave me alone)#and last but not least#where did the old poet go? i asked around. nobody knows#set in the continuity ‘totally not idw1’#literally can never stop thinking about these two
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alright ill admit it. popstar is pretty cute
#the ultimate 'she asked for no pickles' pairing#i thought about these two for more than a second and went Oh#small & loud x big & soft will ALWAYS take me tf out#lesbians... lesbians galore...#sally deserves a big kind gf whos very patient#and poppy deserves a small firey gf who will talk to the cashier#scribble salad#welcome home#helloooo i'm here with another rarepair#at least i Think its a rarepair. i only ever see julie/sally and poppy/nobody#LET POPPY LOVE DAMN IT#just bc she's the cautious caring friend of the group doesn't mean she shouldn't have a gf smh#i always see 'oh poppys the mom of the group' 'lets not ship poppy bc shes the mom friend' etc etc#exhibit a) cowards the lot of ya#exhibit b) why are the worriers always made into the parental friend who is portrayed as older than the rest and cant have a love interest#theyre all the same age group... poppy is lesbian... let her be in love with her loud but endearing neighbor....#they have much Potential
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ouhg. super niche pairing fankids because I need them to raise a family and go on silly adventures together. or I'll explode badly
dewy, rosie and magic! I love them a lot
yay! I may have autism
#simon petrikov#simon adventure time#simon petrikov adventure time#adventure time#adventure time fanart#adventure time fankids#fankids#rarepair#simon and magus have consumed my entire brain it is so over for me#magus adventure time#life giving magus#ancient sleeping magi of life giving#life giving magi#magikov#simagus#ask to tag#BY THE WAY. DEWY AND MAGUS'S FLOWER ARE NOT THE SAME FLOWER#they're the same KIND of flower though!!#described art#accessible art
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rare pair game: Diluc/Navia or Wanderer/Furina
Both are extremely cute, though I'll have to go with Diluc/Navia because I was 100% run over by a stray fic just from thinking about it.
There are over 1k words of silliness under the cut.
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Diluc and Navia met at work. Well at least he was working, trying to secure the distribution rights to Fonta in Mondstadt territory, and perhaps find a foothold in the elusive Fontaine wine market through those fascinating Fonta vending machines. So far, he had only managed to negotiate half of the deal, well three quarters if you counted convincing Mr. Heinry to give Dawn Winery Special Edition grape-flavored Fonta a shot.
“As much as I'd like our contract to be mutually beneficial, Master Diluc, I must inform you our lawyers are still working out some potential complications on the distribution method we discussed.”
“Potential complications?”
And then the she barreled into their meeting. Miss Navia Caspar, the Demoiselle of the Spina di Rosula, tall and gracious and oh so golden in her fine dress and ribboned hair. It almost made him overlook the fact that she was accompanied by two armed men with the heft of bruisers, or that the umbrella in her hands smelled of gunpowder.
“Dawn Winery has no place in Fontaine,” she said, her voice level, her eyes on Diluc, locking him in place. “Our wineries are family-owned and Spina di Rosula won't have them out of business because the big shots at the Institute decided to make a backroom deal with some foreign mogul!”
“Miss Caspar--” Mr. Heinry started, his tone clearly exasperated.
Diluc stopped him with a gesture, said, “No, let her speak.” Then, turning to her, he smiled and said, “Mr. Heinry was just telling me there were obstacles to our strategy. Care to join us and discuss this in more depth?”
A look at the table and the seat he had offered her, then she turned her face from it. “I'm not here to negotiate, just to inform.”
She refused to sit, thus politeness meant Diluc had to stand. “I understand you care deeply about this matter, but neither Dawn Winery nor myself have any interest in taking anyone out of business, this is not what this strategy is about.”
For some reason she took those words as a challenge, closing the space between them, umbrella clutched in both hands, her men spreading around the room like wings.
“Oh, so you mean to say Master Diluc Ragnvindr isn't aware that his fast-moving, things-breaking ways of doing business aren't exactly following the letter of the law in Fontaine?”
If he was to bottle the energy in those bright blue eyes, Diluc could possibly rule the world. But admiring her meant he hadn't answered, which probably made him look guilty. And, when Mr. Heinry spoke he just made it all worse.
“Nonsense, we have consulted with our lawyers and they said there were no laws against the introduction of foreign products regardless of method or breadth of distribution,” he said. “If you disagree, you should raise a formal challenge with the courts and see if they give you reason. Which won't happen unless there's chance of societal disruption. And, truly, how can wine sales disrupt society?”
That was something Diluc was very ready to answer, but he had no need. He saw how Miss Caspar smiled before she turned the full strength of that gaze upon Mr. Heinry.
“Well then it's good that our people have already organized to mail Maison Gestion and Maison Cardinalice requesting a review of the practices regarding the vending machines. We even organized a little protest to make sure they pay attention.”
“Protest?” he scoffed, gesturing at the open window, “I see no protest!”
At this, Diluc noticed the voices outside had grown in volume. They also had a rhythm, like they were chanting something.
She giggled, waving his comment away with a flick of the wrist. “Small thing, you know, placards and chants. No fires or anything like that. It would look bad on the cover of the Steambird.”
Diluc wasn't really thinking when he looked out the window to check, so the flashes that almost blinded him took him by foolish surprise. He flinched back, blinking away the afterimages, and bumped into the Demoiselle, soft and silky and scented like a rose by the sea. The sort of perfume you could track through a forest, he thought.
She didn't move away. In fact, she pushed closer, whispering next to his ear, “And would you look at that, I think that over there is Charlotte. Won't you smile to the camera, Master Diluc? You do smile very pretty.”
It was to his utter disgrace that he lost all capacity to speak. Frozen and tongue-tied, it was perhaps easier to notice the movement of the suspicious person that threw the bottle. Danger was easier to understand than whatever Navia got out of him, after all.
“Look out!” he said, before turning to push her out of the way of the incoming projectile. The bottle exploded into a small fire in the place he had been standing. He watched one of the men that had come in with Miss Caspar jump in to put it out, while the other crossed the room to pull her out of Diluc's arms. Thankfully, she was about as embarrassed about it as he was.
“Oh,” she said, “I guess not everyone got that memo about no fires.”
Then she looked from him to Mr. Heinry-- who had thrown himself under a table and was whimpering softly-- before stepping back to the room's entrance. At this, her men filed around her, one keeping her company while the other checked the corridor. Like they expected something. Had been, the whole time.
Considering what he had just witnessed, it made sense, but he couldn't help being curious. Was this common in her life? What sort of life did she live to react to a firebomb with a simple 'oh'? Could he just ask? Perhaps over dinner?
But before he organized his thoughts enough to consider acting, she was gone out the door, head held high and not one lock of golden hair out of place. Absolutely stunning.
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When she saw who had sent the letter, Navia frowned. What would Diluc Ragvindr want with her after all that in the morning? Is he suing for damages? But if it was that, the letter would have come from his lawyers, right? Right?
Overcome by curiosity, she just ripped the letter open, being greeted by a fresh, early summer type of smell. Navia was still wondering where she, too, could buy deep red ink that smelled of berries when she got to the meat of the letter. Then she had to put it down, cover her face with her hands, and give the tiniest of the screams so no one would show up with a gun.
What does he mean by asking permission to court her? Is he a vampire or something?
“Just ask me on a date you pretty idiot!” she muttered.
And that stopped her cold. Was she into him? Him? Oh, this called for some emergency girl time. Clorinde better be free for lunch.
#fanfic#diluc#navia#diluc/navia#dilavia#is this a thing?#rarepair asks#I love writing Diluc in general so thank you ^^
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ur ds9 rarepairs pls
sisko/kasidy is my favorite, best-executed star trek canon ship. i wasn't initially going to call this a rarepair, because who doesn't ship it??? but i'm glad i checked because somehow there are only twelve otp:true fics on ao3. so yes if this counts as a rarepair it is #1 in my heart. or mayyybe #2, because:
miles/keiko/kira is perfect and everyone should love it so much. while this is the canon core of the tumblr darling o'brien polycule, i don't feel like it gets enough attention on its own. this ot3 is a GIFT. kira does this incredibly generous thing and gets a family out of it -- i swear, just look at her face throughout that entire moving-in scene. THEY MOVE IN!!! TOGETHER!!! and while okay we’re kind of inferring keiko’s motivations here, she definitely seems into kira and actively supports miles and kira being into each other. i so wanted them to keep living together forever. seriously transformational on all sides (them & me).
jadzia dax/lenara kahn is another one of those “who doesn’t ship it?” pairings so i don’t know if it’s a rarepair or not, but godddddd do i want the AU where lenara does actually come back after thinking about it, to jadzia’s great surprise. easily the best single-episode star trek ship. they are SOUL MATES please let them be in love forever 😭
so like, julian/ezri has two strikes against it being a rarepair (it's canon; it's in the top-ten list of fics on ao3), but it's so widely reviled in fandom that even people who ship it have to go "I KNOW, I KNOW" as a disclaimer whenever we talk about it. and i do know!! the build-up and execution of this pairing in canon is lukewarm at best, but this pairing was my bisexual awakening as a teen and so i still love it for what it could be. i mean look at them. they're really very hot together.
kira/ezri though, there are no disclaimers necessary here. kira immediately embraces and supports ezri and we get to see them hanging out, having a good time, and it's so good. they could have something wonderful in an alternate s7 or a post-finale era for sure.
#rarepair asks#discovery's canon ships are really giving the sisko/kasidy monopoly a run for its money tbh#i mean michael and book in season four really took that 'sisko and kasidy and the maquis' storyline and blew it up to season-long#galactic proportions didn't it#//#deep space nine
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how many prompt recs do you have right now? just asking so I know how many times I need to flood your ask box /hj
in any case i encourage EVERYONE to flood my inbox at any time they feel like 😭 doesn't matter how much
but atm i have like. one HDSJKDGKDFJ
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JADESOL MOIRAILS!
#jadesol#jade harley#sollux captor#homestuck#hs#i fucking love this pairing no one understands#my rarepair my beloveds#theyre playing stardew valley in the first doodle#sollux is setting up the sprinklers and automating the farms#jade is petting their dog before heading to the mines#second doodle theyre playing outer wilds#thinking about how outer wilds is the Definitive Space and Doom Aspect Video Game of All Time#thinking about how both of them would get something different out of the game#thinking about how sollux actually cries at the ending and jade comforts him#chris doodles#ask me more about them im insane for it#this is all apart of my very elaborate#davekatsoljadearafef multiship#which is the Ship of All Time
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Some Algernon and bill, delicate and the rough. They just go perfect together ngl ٩(•̤̀ᵕ•̤́๑) make it spicccyyy
Pairing: Marion “Bill” Williamson/Algernon Wasp
Fandom: Red Dead Redemption II
Tags: Canon Divergence, Table Sex, Rough Sex, Sex as a way to cope (Kind of), Cream Pie, Dirty Talk, Possessive Behavior, Brief: period typical homosexual slur.
Rating: Explicit
Word Count: 2900
Comments: Honestly, when my boyfriend suggested this pairing I was fully on board from the beginning. I think Bill would totally go for Algernon. I mean come on, twinky high-class guy who is a little vain but also humble in a way, mixed with bear Williamson who has possession/jealousy issues and is a dumbass? It’s perfection. *chef kiss* I hope you guys enjoy it as much as I do! And thank you Crispies for the ask!
“Oh, Bill! She left me for a postman! A postman!”
A grunt huffed from Bill’s chest as the Algernon slammed into him, his arms weakly wrapping around his shoulders. Bill was frozen, feeling the artist’s wet tears melt into his stained blue flannel. He wasn’t quite sure how to comfort the artist, but he also wasn’t complaining about being in close proximity to him. Bill inhaled deeply smelling the orchids and herbal tea on Algernon’s suit.
He had felt an attraction for the interesting curvy man the first time he had seen him at the Mayor’s party. He had spent weeks trying to woo him by traversing the swamps looking for his stupid flowers and feathers. Always leaving with a flirty pick up line that made the Algernon chuckle. God, his chuckle was so tantalizing.
Now was his chance to strike. Sure, he should feel guilty for attacking when the man was obviously not in a sane frame of thought, but Bill wasn’t known for his mercy or compassion.
“Naw, Algernon, you don’t need some Contessa or Countess, whoever she is.” Bill wrapped his strong arms around Algernon, suffocating him to his constantly sweating chest, efficiently trapping him there.
“But I loved her.” Algernon wailed pathetically and sniffled against Bill’s collarbone. God, if that whiny tone didn’t make Bill’s cock and balls ache. He rubbed a calloused hand down Algernon’s blue jacket, smearing hints of swamp grime over the pristine color.
“Well, obviously she ain’t good enough for you if she didn’t see what an amazing feller you are.” He rolled his eyes at the lie; Bill couldn't be happier that she had left him. Bill mumbled, his hand tracing down over the curve of Algernon’s back to rest at the mound of his accentuated ass.
Algernon leaned back, his moustache unkempt and eyes bloodshot. “If it was a prince I could get over it but-” A sob racked his throat and he buried his face in Bill’s shoulder again.
Bill chewed on the inside of his cheek as he creeped a hand down to cup Algernon’s ass, feeling the flesh squish under his thick calloused fingers. Algernon’s crying died down to a soft sniffle and an awkward silence filled the room. It almost made Bill back away. Almost.
“You know what cheers me up when I’m sad, Algernon?” Bill asked, his other hand curling around Algernon’s hip, pressing into the material of his corset. “I like to lay with pretty boys and make them moan.” He whispered into Algernon’s ear.
Bill tensed waiting for Algernon to slap him, maybe even run to call the nearest police officer to expose him. But Algernon did none of those things. He very calmly pulled his head from Bill’s shoulder and gave him a puzzled look. “You’re an invert?”
A wince formed on Bill’s face and he felt his ears redden from embarrassment. “Got a problem with that?” Bill shot back defensively.
Algernon reeled from the tone shift, before bringing his hands up to press against Bill’s chest. His fingers gently rubbed the soft fabric of his flannel before tilting his head. “No, I don’t rightfully believe I do, Bill.” He said softly, his eyes still red from crying.
A courage built up inside of Bill’s body at the knowledge that Algernon was at least a little bit on the homosexual side. Not that it wasn't completely obvious with how the man dressed, talked and even walked. A rumbling laugh bubbled out of Bill’s mouth as he swiftly slid both hands down to cup under Algernon’s rear before lifting him up with ease.
Algernon yelped and wrapped his legs around Bill’s midsection and snatched the opened collar of Bill’s flannel. With a snort Bill disposed Algernon on top of the tea table, knocking over the empty tray used for biscuits. Bill slapped his hands against the table on either side of Algernon leaning in toward his face. He felt like a wolf cornering a timid rabbit, and he loved it.
“When I’m done with you, you won’t even remember that countess bitch.” Bill huffed and reached up to throw his hat off somewhere in the distance. Algernon let out a surprised gasp when Bill leaned in to pepper kisses and bites along his jaw down to his puffy neck tie. “If you don’t want me to rip off your fancy clothes, I suggest you take them off, Algernon.”
“So lewd, Bill,” Algernon breathed out while reaching up to deftly loosen his tie and set it on the table beside him. His fingers danced down to unbutton his jacket, opening it to reveal a corset. Algernon let the jacket fall off his shoulders, biting his lower lip in uncertainty. He unbuttoned the top of his shirt letting the material open to show his chest. The corset was cinched up giving Algernon’s waist a deliciously curved shape that made Bill want to drool. His pecs bulged out of the top and hips swelled out of the bottom. His hands found their place over the shapely mounds mumbling about them being the best rack he’d ever seen. Algernon was a god sent to walk on the human plane.
And Algernon was all his for the taking.
His delicate hands reached up, running through Bill’s thick beard before pulling him for a sweet kiss. Bill melted, his thoughts going blank as he shut his eyes. One of his hands trailed down to Algernon’s lower thigh, urging it up to wrap around his hip, while the other felt its way into the curve of his waist.
Algernon tilted his head and parted his lips letting Bill’s tongue dive into his mouth. Notes of honey and mint swirled over Bill’s taste buds as Algernon’s tongue passed over them. Pressing his growing erection into Algernon’s groin, Bill groaned into the kiss and plucked Algernon’s monocle off of his face. He pulled back to gasp for air, chuckling as Algernon’s pale face turned a bright pink. “You won’t need this.”
“And these, my my..” Bill rumbled and rubbed one of his rough thumb pads over the pert nipples peeking out from the unbuttoned shirt. They were heavenly soft and the skin was such a gentle pink, that Bill had a desire to bite them until they were a violent red. Algernon moaned softly, his back arching and making their groins rub together.
“B-Bill, t-those are sensitive,” Algernon wheezed as Bill licked his lips.
“Good. Even more proof you need a man to put ya in your place.” Bill huffed and leaned down, his scratchy beard brushing over them before he latched on to one and rolled the bud between his teeth. Algernon wailed and wove his fingers through Bill’s hair tugging encouragingly on the thick locks.
God, it felt good to reduce a man of such beauty to a mess.
Bill laved his tongue over the nipple before turning his attention to its twin. He gave it a sharp bite before soothing it over with a sloppy kiss. His hands massaged Algernon’s hips and felt over the details of the blue and gold corset. Algernon’s small delicate noises spurred Bill on, giving the hardened buds attention until the pink color had changed to a beating red.
Pulling back in satisfaction, Bill looked at Algernon’s face to judge how he was holding up. Algernon’s head was tilted back, his eyes squinted shut and mouth hanging open like he was experiencing the most pleasure he had ever felt. Smirking in pride, Bill stood upright, skimming his hands up and down Algernon’s pant legs as he rolled his hips.
“Ya think if I fucked you hard enough I could pop that corset of yours off?” Bill gripped the material of Algernon’s pants and pulled it down enough to unbutton the fly. Algernon sputtered as if he was trying to tell Bill something, but froze as Bill yanked his pants down. “Oh.”
Algernon didn’t wear a union suit under his outfit, no, no, Bill was greeted with a set of laced undergarments bulging from the artist’s erection. “Well, ain’t that a pleasant surprise.”
“It’s too hot to wear a union suit! And they are so dreadful!” Algernon defended only for Bill to shrug and roughly cup his laced groin.
“Sounds to me like you just like being a petite dame.” His thumbs hooked into the fabric that cut into Algernon’s hips, sliding it down until his cock punched out. “It suits you though. Never seen a day's work in your life, makes sense you’d want to wear this and get bred by a real man.” Bill snickered and tossed Algernon’s undergarments over his shoulder to join his hat on the floor.
“Bill…” Algernon whined, cock twitching and leaking a bead of precum. “I’m usually not so vulgar, but I need you to fuck me right now.”
“As if you had a say in it, Princess.” Bill snorted and grabbed Algernon’s legs pulling them up to rest against his chest, forcing him to lay back against the table. Calloused hands roughly grabbed at the flesh of Algernon’s thighs as Bill pushed his clothed bulge against Algernon’s ass. His dick flexed wanting so badly to be buried in Algernon’s sweet body.
“Do- do you have slick? I-I haven’t done this in a while.” Algernon’s voice was breathless, his fingers coming up to play with his tits.
“In a while? Who else have you laid down for? Of course I know what the fuck I’m doin’.” Bill grumbled, reaching to one of the pouches on his gun belt. He pulled out a tube of gun oil and slathered the oil onto his fingers before reaching between them to circle Algernon’s entrance.
His middle finger pushed in without hesitation making Algernon’s moan. Bill worked quickly to add another finger, curling them to rub against the node of nerves. Algernon nearly screamed, his body spasming and eyes screwing shut. “Oh good heavens, Bill. I said I want you to fuck me already, please.” He demanded and dropped one of his legs down to pull Bill closer.
“Shit, I didn’t realize how much of a whore you were.” Bill withdrew his fingers, giving his ass a quick slap making Algernon yelp. Bill made quick work of unbuckling his gun belt and unbuttoning his pants, his uncut dick emerged from a forest of thick black hair, aching for action. Bill wiped the oil on his hand onto his dick before putting just a little more oil on the shaft. Pulling back the foreskin, Bill bumped the head against Algernon’s pucker. “Ready prissy bitch?”
“Yes, how many times do I have to tell you- AH!” Algernon’s attitude dissolved instantly into a groan as Bill shoved half of his cock in without warning. Bill huffed and tilted his head back. Damn was Algernon tight and warm, his body constricting around Bill like a vice.
Bill rubbed up and down Algernon’s leg soothingly before he grasped his hip in a punishing grip and pulled out only to force the rest of his length in. Pain radiated through Algernon’s body but he whined in bliss anyway, with his manicured fingernails scraping along the table top.
After wiping the sweat from his brow, Bill reached down to massage his own balls, giving them a squeeze that made his dick twitch. “I’m going to fuck the life out of you.” Bill snarled, pulling his hand away from his balls to wrap a hand around Algernon’s pink cock. “You’re not allowed to cum until I say, got that?” Bill’s thumb swiped over the head to collect some precum before bringing it to his lips to taste.
“Ngh- we’ll see if you can even get me to cum.” Algernon gave a weak smile, his pupils blown out and eyes half lit. Bill chuckled darkly and locked both hands onto Algernon’s hips, planting his boots firmly on the ground.
“We’ll see for sure.”
Just as Bill pulled his hips back to push back in, the door to the greenhouse opened. “Mr. Wasp? Are you here?”
Bill gave Algernon the most wicked look and slowly pushed into him, letting his cock spear his insides. Algernon panicked, about to sit up before he went limp, his head lolling to the side and hand coming up to muffle a moan. Bill leaned down, forcing the leg on his shoulder to press into Algernon’s midsection. “Better say something before they come all the way in.” Bill whispered harshly with the most devilish smirk he could muster.
Algernon gulped and grabbed Bill’s flannel, trying to clear his throat. “S-sorry! I’m closed at the moment! Come back l-AH-ter.”
“Are you okay, Mr. Wasp?” The customer called and started to walk towards them.
With an exaggerated eye roll, Bill thrusted his hips and barked over his shoulder. “Ya got sawdust in yer ears?! The man said he was closed,” he quietly snickered and looked down at their joined bodies. “Well, his legs definitely ain’t.”
“Bill, don’t be so rud-ngh!” Algernon clenched his jaw shut as the outlaw rolled his hips slowly, making his dick drag and pull on his insides. After the customer left with an indignant huff, Algernon grabbed Bill’s cheeks and kissed him sloppily on the mouth. His composure had crumbled leaving a touch-starved wanton man in its wake.
Bill curled his tongue on the inside of Algernon’s mouth, flicking it against his as their teeth clacked together. One of Bill’s hands cradled Algernon’s thigh to his chest while the other wove around the thigh locked over his hip. “I can’t wait to pump my load into ya, have ya dripping for days afterward.”
Algernon nodded absently, his face flushed and mouth parted. His lips were already turning a bruised color from the kissing, which made Bill’s balls ache and cock pulse. Spurred by how blissed out Algernon was, Bill started a rhythmic pace. His dick sliding in smoothly and ending with a buck of his hips before pulling out sharply. Algernon’s back curved beautifully as his arms flung above his head to grip the edge of the table.
Each jerk of Bill’s hips made Algernon gasp and his tits bounce. Bill watched through half lidded eyes before the pressure in his groin became too much, and he increased the speed at which he entered Algernon. This pulled a more strangled noise from the artist and his leg tightened around Bill.
“Oh-oh Bill it’s so good- hmmm! M-More, please!” Algernon had tears welling in his eyes.
“Tell me ya want it. You want my filthy cock buried in ya. No one else’s, just mine.” Bill snarled while humping into Algernon like a dog. The table rocked loudly against the floor as Bill waited for a response out of the moaning mess under him. He felt ready to burst, and from the way Algernon’s cock dripped precum down the shaft and his inner walls tightened up, Bill guessed he was close as well. “I’m waitin’, bitch.”
Bill swatted a hand over one of Algernon’s soft round tits, making the upper class man whine. “Oh fuck! Please Bill I want you to cum in me. Please, please! You’re the only one!”
“Yessss, good slut.” Bill moaned, pistoling his hips in and out, frothing the precum and gun oil in Algernon’s channel. Euphoria hit, making his head swim and chest heave as the thought of finally having Algernon tipped him over. With two thrusts that made Algernon’s teeth clack together, Bill came. A low groan rumbled out of his chest, some spit flying between his clenched teeth, but Bill didn’t stop thrusting until his balls stopped aching.
Bill didn’t realize he had collapsed on top of Algernon until the smaller man slurred that he was flexible but his leg couldn’t hold that position for long. Bill pushed himself off the warm body, nearly stumbling as he looked at the mess on Algernon. He had cum over his own corset and drool ran down his cheek. “Goddamn, I gotta say you look better as a needy whore covered in cum rather than an uptight city bitch.”
As his flaccid cock pulled out of Algernon’s winking hole, Bill watched it intensely. Cum dripped down onto the floor creating a puddle under the table. Bill licked his lips and smeared his dirty cock head over the gaping hole he carved before he grabbed Algernon’s puff tie to wipe his dick off and tuck it away.
After throwing the tie away, Bill planted a few sweet kisses from Algernon’s chest up to his neck. “How does my Princess feel now? Hmm? Liked being fucked by a big man? Told ya you didn’t need that Contessa whore.” Bill’s voice was rough and his chest still heaved as he tried to catch his breath.
Bill swept a stray hair out of Algernon’s face and picked up his monocle, smearing the glass with his finger tips. He placed it on Algernon’s face making the disheveled artist chuckle and mumble a ‘thank you’.
“How about we get you cleaned up? I could use a drink right about now.” Bill suggested while holding his hand out for Algernon to take.
“I can brew some tea, just let me get my balance back.” Algernon hummed while taking Bill’s hand and sitting upright. Bill almost groaned in disgust. Tea was not his idea of a drink.
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