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Seeing his old man looking at him and smiling while fucking a man's ass made Alphin roll his eyes. He was about to move away, look for someone else in the bath house, some privacy, but the hungry whore between them seemed to have gained a new fire upon hearing Alphin call Oberon 'dad'. He felt those hungry lips around his girth and immediately he started growing hard on him again. "do you think i don't know how to fuck a human?" he grinded his teeth, holding back a moan, not wanting to give the pleasure of it neither to the man, nor to his dad.

Isobel and Y/M are in an arranged marriage, and Y/M has found out that Isobel has taken lovers outside of wedlock. Y/M comes into her bedchamber late at night, demanding answers, and is visibly upset. Fantasy or period verse. Open to mutuals and non-mutuals. 25+ players please.

he hesitated just long enough to consider backing out entirely, still standing there on their porch like someone who wasn’t sure if he belonged. and maybe he didn’t… but when the door creaked open and he saw them again for the first time in months, all that hesitation tangled up in the dumb, nervous smile that tugged across his face. he looked a little like a kicked puppy, a little like someone who’d rehearsed three different versions of this in the mirror and still didn’t like how any of them ended. ❝ hey… ❞ he started, soft but not unsteady, brows lifting with that old familiar mix of sheepish charm and barely hidden hope, ❝ i know i’m the last person you wanna see right now, and statistically this whole thing was a terrible idea, but… ❞ he rubbed the back of his neck, chuckled a little too quickly, then let the truth slip through with a softness he didn’t try to mask. ❝ i missed you. ❞ he didn’t take a step forward, didn’t try to force anything. but the way he looked at them, eyes quietly searching, heart wide open, said he wouldn’t run if they didn’t ask him to.

"it looks like you're in a spot of trouble with these ... individuals." he states, eyebrows raising as he studies your form. he had just called them off. not because they were his to command, but because at least a few of them knew his identity. and knew better than to fuck with him. he tilts his head, gaze trailing over the person before him. thinking. "i want to offer you a deal. if you are open to the idea, of course."

Olivine blushes as he lies on the table covered in whip cream and ice cream. He licks a strawberry and rubs a snowball against his exposed nipples. "Do I um look appetizing?"