gently entwined

Suck it bby~

Imagine trying to kiss the knight as he fucks you. The feeling of being at his mercy and being stretched full, it fills you with passion and yearning for release.

He only laughs as you try to kiss him, only to feel the metal staining your lips. "yearning for something?"

The noble lifts his helmet slightly, ever so slightly, he graze your lips but just as he lays his sweet kiss...

"Then beg."

I think we all need to take a brief moment and think about a butch king and a femme captain of the royal guard.

a butch king who's crafted herself to always be poised, well-groomed, well-spoken, an inspiring figurehead for her people, who secretly seeks respite and a passing of the reins, to let go, even for just a moment's peace.

a femme captain whose armour is buffed but worn, who's strong and quiet and menacing in public but loud and rowdy with her knights, a natural leader and viscious combattant who feels she must quell her intensity off the field to inhabit her role and rank in the court.

a butch king who can't be seen tolerating any disrespect, who would have a courtier in the stocks for disagreeing or disobeying her to maintain her tough image—anyone except her most trusted of advisors, of course. who has her captain at her side whenever possible, who looks to her for counsel when mischief or danger come calling, who steps into the safety of her captain's shadow when a threat bears its face.

a femme captain who has studied her king like a monk to scripture for years, having grown together, watching her blossom from a timid prince into the powerful woman she is, watching age heighten her wisdom and beauty with each passing day. the only person who sees that specific strain in her posture, hears that particular exhaustion in her voice, witnesses her unravel in private moments when it all becomes too much.

a butch king who would be nothing without the bedrock holding her up. a femme captain who would feel purposeless if not serving her king. a butch king who only has one person in all the world to call a friend. a femme captain who yearns for the untouchable, and so takes whatever she can get, content to live and die for her king if it means being able to share in her days through mundanity and adventure alike.

a butch king who wordlessly puts her heavy head on her captain's shoulder when they're alone. a femme captain who strokes the king's hair, mumbles reassurances, urges her to unwind, relax, let go.

a butch king who cannot admit her desires in words, but hopes holding a lovelorn gaze long enough will make them known. a femme captain who's been patient so very long, who's made solemn peace with never having the one she loves, lost in those familiar eyes and seeing her want returned. finally snapping, cradling her king's face, and taking her with her lips.

both letting out sighs of bliss into each other's mouths.

a butch king who tries to please her captain with roaming hands, calculated and strategic. a femme captain who pins her king's hands, coaxing her to follow step instead of leading, to relax, to let go, my liege. I've got you.

a butch king who puts herself at the mercy of her captain, knowing she's in good hands and finally, for a rapturous moment in time, knowing relief and comfort. a femme captain who is eager to show her king her love, to be her guiding light, to give and take pleasure from her and offer her all those words of adoration she held back.

a butch king and a femme captain who can't help just one more round, just one more moment where finally, finally, they can be themselves, finally at home in each other's embrace.

When you're trapped underground with a terrifying tattooed orc... but then you realize you don't want to run, after all 😈

Daisy and Filak are from my book The Artist and the Orc, which is coming out on May 2! I've been working on this book for almost a year, and I'm so excited to finally be able to share it! 🎉

And this incredible art is by Nsf-ko, who just did such a stunning job, as always! 💚

(Also this tote bag and other designs will be up for sale soon 🤭)

Sexy 🦈 art on Bluesky!

Art commission for @/lyonnerileyauthor This a character from their book "How Bad Do You Want It" .

this book is coming much later in the year, but Taylae is SO GOOD at sexy guys I just had to commission Damon from How Bad Do You Want It.

thank you so much!

who wouldn’t let a vampire suck them off. Am i right brother

drink my blood too, even. who give a fuck

Monk's Temptation (part 3)

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[ part 1 ] [ part 2 ] [ art 1*] [ art 2*]

You certainly noticed the monster monk as soon as he entered the chapter house during the choir practice. This small town didn't have a lot of non-humans to begin with, and he was the tallest sentient being you had ever seen, with tiny horns on top of his head protruding through his hood.

When you first saw him, two days ago, you thought he was really intriguing looking. Kinda cute even though you couldn't see his face in the deep shadows of the hood. Just two dimly glowing eyes. He always seems a bit nervous, though. And his singing... Ooof, his singing is appalling. How did he even get accepted?

Just as soon as the abbess announces a break, you turn to the towering monster behind you. His shining eyes blink, surprised.

"You know," you start, "you have a wonderfully deep voice. It's probably the lowest bass I ever heard. But I feel you don't use your stomach. It's as if you're trying to sing through your throat and that will damage your vocal cords. I know that sounds silly, but next time try to sing from here."

You hold your hand out and touch him just above his belt. Does he have an armor underneath it? It's so... hard. He flinches as if you slapped him.

"Oh sorry!" You truly are - you completely forgot he's a monk. "I'm very sorry! Ah, yes, just try to sing from your belly button. Think about your belly button and pull the voice from there. Do you understand what I mean?"

He stares at you and you feel oddly... small. Is he mad at you? Maybe you shouldn't even speak with the monks at all. But nobody warned you about anything. They just said not to wear uncovering clothes, that's all. Eventually, he slowly nods and replies, with a voice like a streaming thunder. "I... think I do."

You let out a sigh of relief. "Hope it helps!"

You really hope it helps. You can't stand listening to his croaking behind you a minute longer.

The abbess instructs you to sing Carmina Burana, but after just a few notes, she screams: "No, no! The bass is too strong! It falls from above like a storm cloud and suffocates all the other voices."

She marches toward the choral raiser and pulls the monster guy standing behind you. "You are too high! Stand on the step lower, there." She pulls him down, right behind you.

He is lanky but quite big too, so he brushes against your back... assets. You look up and see his hooded shadowed face looking back at you. Was there some saying about gazing into the void and it will gaze back at you?

"What is your name?" you ask him.

His glowy eyes blink again. Or do they? "Atanas," he replies quietly, as if he's unsure about it. There is a low tremble in the way he articulate the last syllable and it makes you shiver.

The practice begins again, and the immediate intensity of Carmina Burana washes over your senses. You full-heartedly sing, until... Until something presses against you. From the back. Did... did Atanas lean closer? It's not just his thick habit touching you. There is something else? Something hard.

Please forgive me, please forgive me, please forgive me, please... You think you hear quiet and breathless chanting behind you. It's overpowered by the song so you can't be for sure. But something is happening against your back. Atanas is... fidgeting? Or is he...?

You continue singing, keeping your back straight, pushing back against the towering presence behind you. He doesn't stop squirming behind you, but he is warm and firm. Such an interesting person, you think to yourself.

Once the choir reaches the beginning of Floret Silva, there is an obvious hitch in his breathing. Almost inaudible, yes, for everyone, but not for you. The fidgeting stops. You look behind your shoulder and up again, into the void... and it is gaping back at you with a crimson glare.

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your kink may not be my kink, but I will absolutely defend to the death your right to read and write it.

red or purple? c:

Fun in the Sun <3 (found this sitting in my files)

Fun in the Sun <3 (found this sitting in my files)