Hi y’all. This side-blog has been created for all the writers in the Beemoov fandom who wish to publish their writing anonymously. While this is primarily an MCL/Eldarya/Moonlight Lovers blog, submissions about other otome games are also accepted.
When you submit a fic, please specify the following information:
Fandom: (ex Eldarya)
Status: Complete/OngoingÂ
Number of Chapters: (ex 1/?)
Rating: General Audience / Mature / Explicit
Title
Short summary (A couple of sentences is enough)
Please add any trigger warning if you think they are needed.
I won’t do any kind of moderation to your post, I will only check if it’s a legit fic before approving it.Â
In order to avoid plagiarism, I ask you to contact me privately if you wish to publish your writing completely anonymously (meaning not associated to any tumblr account). I promise I won’t reveal your identity/account.Â
The "Submit Posts” tab should work even if you are logged out of tumblr, but if you have questions or issues feel free to contact me privately.Â
Summary: For good or for bad, Lance and Erika had come to a peace of sorts.
—
Lance is trying to be better, everybody knows. He plays nice with his superiors and just a little bit harder with his inferiors. He doesn’t let himself slip into the wrath and despair that inspired his every move in the past. Yet she cannot see it, she doesn’t want to see it.
Her hate feels like a cold slap to his face, like a sharp stab to his chest. It’s in the way she refuses to look at him in the eye, or the way she can barely hide the snarl in her mouth every time she’s forced to talk with him. The bitterness of her stare and the venom of her words are an aching, biting pain in him.
He doves deep into it, wrapping it around his shoulders like a blanket. He loves her for this.
Erika is so deep in her hatred, her memories so recent and raw for her to look at him with anything other disgust, it drives him mad just in the same breath it makes him feel alive. She’s still so restless, – so careless – even after all those years.
He is her boss now, so she must obey. He’s the Obsidian Chief, no matter if she likes it or not, no matter how much she pouts and sulks and begs Huang Hua to let her change her Guard. No matter how much of his brother she sees him now, if she compares the way he manages this Guard with the way Valkyon did.
He wonders if she compares them in other ways, too. He wonders if he compares his touch to it of her ex-lover, the man she swore her love and heart to.
Oh, how it hurts, to do this. How it hurts to kiss the skin of her neck and grip her hips as he drives himself inside of her once and once again, her nails trailing burning paths down his back and biting into his shoulder to muffle her cries of pleasure.
This is your fucking fault, he wants to tell her. If only she would fucking obey to him when he sends her in a mission, if only she wouldn’t snap and bark and snarl to him every time he gives her an order, then they won’t be in this situation. This is your fault and there’s nothing I would do to change it.
She has become very familiar with his bedroom, he’s a little ashamed to admit. In a place where every single thing he looks at reminds him of his brother, his room is like a safe haven of sorts, a place where he can sit and drink and try to muffle the screams in his head. It’s reliving, in a twisted, sick way, to have her screaming instead.
“Lance!” She moans in his shoulder, her hips thrusting up to meet his with a wet, sweaty slap. Those deep, crystal violet eyes of her look into his know – it’s only in moments of emotion that she lets herself look at him. When she rages at him and when she buries her nails in his hair alike, there are those eyes of her, staring deep into his soul. It makes him feel even more naked than he already is, to have her finally acknowledge him.
“You got something to tell me?” He manages to say, something between a pant and a growl, his hair falling down his face and his lips grazing her sweaty cheek. She makes the sweetest of sounds in his shoulder, pressing her lips together and refusing give him what he wants.
“Alright. If that’s how you want it to be.” He bites into her neck, ripping away a whine from her lips and a glare from her eyes. His hips stop their assault for the shortest of moments when he suddenly sits up, the space between their chests opening again. Still, the air in the room it’s too warm, too hot.
Erika frowns under him, utterly ignoring the way her moves her thighs to be on either side of his hips, opening her up wide and long for him. She does blush a little when she notices, for his satisfaction, and curls her toes into his sheets when he thrust inside her roughly.
“Oh, fuck.” She moans, letting her head roll back into his pillow and using it to steady her hands, even when her whole body moves with every one of his thrusts. He’s glad she’s not looking to see his shit-eating grin.
He loves to see her in this kind of moments, though. Her breasts bouncing, her thighs squeezing his waist, her mouth open in sweet little pans and moans. She looks more vulnerable than ever, so trusting, so free, it makes him want to wrap her up and never let her go again.
He saw her like this, too, an ugly voice says in his head. He grinds his teeth, shaking away the thought, even when it sends an arrow to his chest. He bends down and traps a pointy, dark nipple in his mouth, running is tongue in slow circles around it and sucking ever so slightly until Erika has no choice but to grip his hair.
With his hands in her knees to keep her wide open and the wet sound of their fucking filling the room, there’s nowhere he would rather be. Nowhere would he felt this warm; nowhere would he burn like this.
Suddenly, the grip in his hair pulls him up and away for her breast.
“Choke me.” She whimpers, her glassy violet eyes begging him in a way he has never seen before. There’s something hidden in the way her lip quivers and her trembling hand moves to grip his, moving it slowly up her body until it rest limply in her collarbone.
“You don’t know what you’re asking for.” He rasped, his voice rougher than he expected. There it is again, that flash of deep, deep sadness in her eyes before her fire ignites again.
“What would you know? You’ve held me by the neck before, remember?” She moves her hips ever so slightly, her cunt tightening around him. Lance has to close his eyes for a second before he does something he’ll regret, steeling himself for that smug smirk of hers when he looks at her again.
“You’ve done way worse things to me, don’t you?” Her voice is breathy, so tired, but her eyes held such a fierceness he cannot bright himself to care for her fatigue. She runs her heel up his back, his hips grounding against her slowly. She breaths away a moan. “You enjoyed hurting me before, so do it again now.”
It’s not impulsive, the way he grips her throat with his hand and pulls away from her only to thrust back in so hard she cries out. His fingers tighten around her neck, the skin paling slowly. The feel of her throat moving up and down as she nervously swallows it’s mesmerizing, a feeling he does remember from their past together.
Still, she moans with every thrust, rolls her eyes white and arches her back away from the bed, her nails sinking in his forearms so hard he’s sure she’ll drawn blood.
“Lan— Lance,” She stutters, her cunt getting wetter by the second. Tears of pleasure glisten in her eyes, her legs trembling in that already familiar tell of her imminent release.
She pulls her chin up, baring her neck for his hand to squeeze. She’s far too comfortable with this, he realizes. She moves and reacts to his actions so quickly, so readily.
He almost stops dead when he realizes; Valkyon did this to her. Now that the idea has creep its way into his mind, it won’t go away. Her sweaty skin, her messy hair, her quickening pulse under his hand; it was his brother’s before it ever was his. The thought makes his blood boil, even though he knows he doesn’t have any right to feel like this. He doesn’t get to choose how to feel like in this situation.
It’s maddening, the sudden power he has over her right now. Sliding in and out of her this fast and this hard, with her teary eyes focused on him and only him, his hand being a grip away from stealing her last breath, he nearly loses his mind. He wonders, once again, if she thinks about Valkyon during their furtive encounters; he wonders if she’s thinking about him right this moment, with his eyes staring down at her, his cock ramming it way inside her warm, wet walls.
He cannot help himself; he brings down his free hand to her core, his thumb finding her clit far too easily and rubbing slow, hard circles on it. Her legs tighten around his waist, and the thrusts harder into that spot inside her that makes her see stars. And then, just because he’s still an asshole deep down, he squeezes her throat just a little more.
Erika cries out, her eyes going white and her back curving away from the bed. She becomes impossibly thigh, making him curse under his breath, and he feels her release around his cock. The sound of his name coming past her flushed, bruised lips it’s all it takes to drive him over the edge, too, and soon he’s gripping the headboard over her head for dear life as he releases inside her.
They stay there for a few long, heated moments. Her legs slowly slide away from his waist and his hands move away from her body, his fingers leaving a warm trail over the skin they graze in their way.
They’re still breathing fast when Lance lets himself fall on his back beside her, an arm covering his eyes. The sun is still many hours away and now that there’s no sound of fucking to cloud his ears, he call he hear the sounds of the Guard in the night.
“You should leave before anyone notices you’re gone.” He forces himself to say, even though he still craves her touch and her warm.
“Hum.” She hums sleepily, already curling on her side and moving closer to him.
That makes him stop. They don’t do this; they don’t cuddle. She never stays the night, and neither does he. But he’s getting cold again, the sweat cooling in his skin, and he’s not even ashamed to admit how easily he gave up to temptation and moved closer to her, too.
His arm wraps around her waist, her leg coming up to hook itself over his hip. She opens her eyes slowly, as if she feared what she would see once she opens them. Lance doesn’t say anything, and neither does she. They only stare at each other, their breaths and heartbeats slowly calming down as the starlight bathes their naked bodies.
He knows they’ll have to talk about this at some point – oh, how bad are they at talking to each other – but right now, with her in his arms and the morning still so, so far away, they let themselves pretend.
She snuggles into his chest, her breathing calming to a slow and steady rhythm. He looks at her for a few minutes more, trying to swallow down as much of this moment he can get. By the time he finally falls sleep, the ghost of his past is already hovering over his shoulder.
There is something in the humid and hot in the air, something electrifying dancing over my skin. The sweat runs over my forehead and my neck, running down my collarbone and between my breasts. The salty taste in my tongue keeps me from pulling away and going to cool down, however.
Lance smiles that irritating smirk of his, the one that makes my skin crawl and my hands to burn in need to hit his pretty face. But there’s a tremor in his lips, his own forehead damp with sweat, and I cannot help but smile around him.
“Do you like this?” He asks, his voice hoarse and hard, my tongue coming out in soft licks followed by hard kisses. He grins wider, his claws sinking in my hair in a strong grip. I hum around him, but I don’t answer.
I ignore him, instead, and I close my eyes. I can hear his pants, the water dripping over our heads and into the lake. The air smells wet, the cave walls warm but damp. Even the ground under my knees is soft, and I can’t help but dive deeper into his scent.
Lance groans when my throat closes around him, my tongue lapping in the underside of his cock in fast wipes. I suck harder, my hand coming up to grip the skin I cannot reach with my mouth. His hand closes harder on my hair, the sweat running down between our bodies.
I pull back and away from his cock with a gasp, my throat burning and my lips wet, saliva dripping over my chin. Lance smirks, his gloved hand tapping my cheek. I bat his hand away, sending him a glare.
“You look gorgeous like this, did you know?” His voice is like liquid fire running through my veins, awakening every nerve in my body. I’m breathless and the blood rushes up and down my body with each heartbeat, but I still deny him. I deny the way his stare makes me burn and how the touch of his hands make me scream.
My hand is still caressing him up and down when he mumbles under his breath, “I feel like dirtying you up today, um? What do you say?”
His eyes drop to my cleavage, my breasts damp with sweat and almost spilling out of my loose dress. I can almost hear the thoughts rushing inside his head, his eyes lighting up and his lips spreading on a wicked grin.
I’m already pulling my dress over my head before he even opens his mouth to ask, letting it drop behind me. My breasts bounce when I kneel in front of him again, my nipples hardening under his hard stare.
“Perv.” I grunt, crawling closer to him and leaning over his lap, his hard, long cock swaying in front of me. He pulls my hair away from my face and over my shoulder.
“Oh, I am the dirty one here?” He mocks, his grip on my hair tightening, pulling a moan out of my lips and my body closer to his, my hands coming up on his hips to support myself when he keeps pulling me until I’m face to face with him.
My breath mixes with his, his eyes so sharp and blue they make my heart stop. I wish I could deny him once away, right now, but when his lips close in my mouth there’s only cold fire in my mind, the feel of his hands in my hips and his tongue in my mouth.
He tastes bittersweet, like an exotic fruit I should have never taken a bite of. It’s this taste that’s drives me into his arms once and once again, my hands reaching for him with the same passion and desperation he seeks me.
My breast dangle under me, his hot tip rubbing all over my soft stomach, and I pull away from his before I lost myself over his warm again. He’s smirking again, all too know the effect he has in me.
Lucky for me, I know his weakness to.
I sink on my knees once again, shoving my body between his legs until my chest it’s over his lap, his eyes following every move but, thank goddess, staying silent. I reach up to my own breasts and rub them each in the sides of his cock, my sweat and saliva mixing up as lube.
He barely whimpers when I squeeze my tits with my hands, trapping him inside them, but the tip stills leans over the top. It rubs my chin with every move I make, rubbing my breast all over his cock. I could almost feel the veins that run over his flesh, pulsing with pleasure with every move on my breasts.
“Do you like this?” I ask this time, breathless. I can only imagine how I look; sweaty, red and panting, my hair messy and sticky to my skin. But his eyes burn while he looks at me, his hands tightening on the rock under him, and I can’t help but smirk to him.
“Not as much as you do, clearly.” He throws back the smile, not even losing a breath, but I can hear the grunt in his voice. I see the way his fingers turn with in the stone, can feel the muscles of his stomach tightening. I chuckle, moving up and down faster.
I stick my tongue out and lick the tip of his cock when it comes up between my tits, stopping just a beat too long to relish over his taste. He grunts louder, his hand finally coming up and into my hair, pulling my face toward him.
“Don’t mess with my now, sweet girl. You won’t like what I do after to you.” There’s a threat in his words, but just the kind of one I love. I keep my tongue to myself, however, when I squeeze him harder for the last time and pull away from him.
Before he can even protest, I swallow him down my throat, my eyes burning. He grunts loudly over me, my lips tightening around him and I suck harder, my head bobbing up and down. His hand closes over my hair in a sharp grip when I suck on his tip just a little too hardly, and the tightening of his muscles is the only warning I have.
I pull my mouth away just as his cock twitches, his hot cum spilling out and into my face in fast and warm bursts. Lance throws his head back, a long, deep moan echoing in the cave, and I shiver. His hand tightens in my hair and pulls me closer, his cum dripping over my face and into my chest.
He finally looks over to me, his eyes glassy and darkened. His cock barely twitches, just as hard as before with cum spilling out of his tip and over all his long shaft. He takes himself on his hand and rubs the tip of cock over my hardened nipple, a gasp getting stuck in my throat.
“I did dirty you up.” He laughs, sitting up and letting go of my hair. I stare up to him, my eyebrow going up.
“Making a mess of me seems to be your hobby lately.”
“I have to spend my time somehow, don’t I?” He grins, pulling me up carelessly and ripping a squeal from me. He still can pick me up so easily, as I didn’t weight a thing to him, even now, with his limbs weak from his orgasm and his guard all down.
He pulls me up over his lap, my bare pussy leaning over his still hard as rock cock. I sway my hips over him, my pussy lips brushing his tip in soft touches. He grins up at me, my hands gripping his shoulders.
I cannot look away from his stare, even as I sink myself on him, even as my mouth opens in a breathless moan and his hands grip my ass, pulling me all the way down. I still feel his warm and sharp stare even as I him even closer, his mouth closing in mine.
He tastes bittersweet and by god, I can’t get enough of him.
Hi! What if I have no idea of how many chapters my story may have?
It's perfectly fine! When you submit the first chapter just add 1/? The "?" means that you don't know yet how many chapters it's going to be long.
When you submit the following parts, even if chapters have their own title, add also the main title of the fic and 2/?, 3/?, 4/? and so on, so I can tag it accordingly.
