Hello! I'm a multifandom writer. Currently I write more for Call of Duty (though I have never played the game; I blame thirst trap edits) and Buffy the Vampire Slayer. Other fandoms I will/might be writing for are: Predator, Marvel, Bridgerton, Blindspot (2011 TV series), and Scream (Ghostface). ***(This list is subject to changes.)***
Most of my Call of Duty fics are set in the Regency era, but I do write modern fics. I’m also open to setting them in a different era (I just really like Regency if it wasn’t obvious by my theme and pen name).
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incest, SA/rape, piss kink/watersports, scat/poop kink, race play, abuse, necrophilia, pedophilia, feeding, cannibalism, bestiality, age regression, age play, drugging
What I WILL write (I might add to this):
I'm a flexible writer. I like to try new things I haven't written before. I mostly write for a cisgender female audience, however I am more than happy to write for other sorts of identities and relationship dynamics if you request it. I write dubcon and noncon to an extend and within reason. I write violence and gore. Your request can be fluff or angst as well, I'd love to write more cutesy or sad stuff.
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My first language is not English, so I might have a few errors from time to time, however I try to always proofread, beta read (my wife @honduransleaf ; she's also making her fanfic debut soon), and edit my work before it's posted.
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I am. It's been a hot minute though. I've gotten several requests (Evil!Angelus is quite popular), so I've been trying to brainstorm new fics to write. However some unfortunate circumstances have kept me from being able to write or answer to the requests (I promise I'm not ignoring them).
It would also be really helpful if people suggested what they'd like to see specifically when they request fics. Sometimes I can work with vague (like with my Predator fics, I already had some ideas lined up so it coincided perfectly), but it would make it easier if I knew what you guys want to read specifically. I absolutely adore when people submit requests, it motivates me a lot, so keep them coming, :)
I hope I can bring back some new BTVS fics soon, I just need some patience due to my current situation.
I'll add a "won't write" and "will write" section to my pinned intro post soon so you guys know what you could suggest.
btw if you comment on my fanfic to say you've been talking about it with your friends then i do love you but you do need to tell me what they said also. in fact when you make such a comment you should send authors the discord logs. its important. for our health
DON’T become even a casual nerd about historical fashion because you’ll start looking at pseudo-medieval fantasy and going “that jacket and those breeches are 200 years apart and reflect extremely different social movements” and “oh no they were NOT making shirts like that prior to industrialization” and “a fly front? in MY ~1500s???”
Being a historical fashion nerd I cannot watch any historical fiction without pointing out everything wrong with what the characters are wearing. And if I'm reading historical fiction worse. I'll be reading my merry way with the perfect mental picture of what the characters are wearing to suddenly be halted by the worse historical inaccuracy sin you could ever do (making it clear there was ZERO research involved).
It's a curse. But also I absolutely love historical fashion and regret nothing :3
I'm a corset centrist. I think it's reasonable for historical fiction characters to not like corsets, but I reserve the right to roll my eyes in that scene in Bridgerton where they tightlace the girl before putting her in an empire waist dress.
MDNI +18 | Yautja OCs: Xahndar x Ithaca | Their backstory | CW: graphic sexual content (frotting, masturbation, hand job, oral, anal, analingus/rimming, hair pulling… well tendril pulling…), explicit language, violence, bullying, blood | 5,694 words
They weren’t friends. No. Xahndar would never ever call Ithaca a friend. He could remember only ever being pitted against each other. They’d tolerated each other at best, but friendship was not a thing he could ever associate with Ithaca. They’d been raised together like most Yautja, and taught and trained by the same people. But Xahndar had been smaller and weaker than others as a pup, and when practice hunts began in their infancy he was pushed around for failing to be as swift and vicious as the others. He still remembered who’d been the favorite then. Ithaca. Even as a youngling no older than nine, he was swift and careful, prowling like a small beast. It didn’t help that his father was the ancient leader of the clan. He was the pride and joy of his parents, and he set an example to the other pups.
And when at ten the children were sent off to their designated youngling homes, solitude and alienation followed Xahndar there, too. At twelve he was still shorter than other Yautja his age, and had lost count of how many beatings he’d been submitted to by then. Not just from his peers, but from the seasoned warriors training them. They’d shout at him when he was slow, called him insults when his young muscles were tired and worn, and made an example of him when his mistakes and weaknesses led to punishment. Ithaca was admired and praised and looked up to by the others, and often got the chance to prove himself and his sense of leadership in the small hunts they were taken to.
One afternoon after a particularly bad punishment, Ithaca found Xahndar at the communal baths sitting at the edge staring at his injured face in the rippling hot water. “You’re like a magnet for trouble.” The boy said as he went into the water. Xahndar looked at him and scoffed, “Well, not everyone gets to be Mr. Perfect Hunter.”
“I’m not perfect.” The boy responded as his hands glided through the water.
“Yeah right.” Xahndar’s mandibles clicked in annoyance, his yellow eyes narrowing at Ithaca. “You never get beat, or insulted. You never even eat alone.”
Ithaca didn’t say anything for a while, just looked at Xahndar carefully with his strange red eyes. Xahndar had rarely seen any eyes like his. They were striking and often intimidating. Right then, it felt like he was trying to read into his very soul with them. “You could quit.” The boy finally said, and, immediately, a warning growl rumbled through Xahndar’s chest in response as he took offense at such idiotic suggestion. He did not want to quit. He could not. Quitting had never even crossed his mind! He refused to prove everyone right. If Xahndar left he'd be labeled as weak forever. He’d be shunned even more. No! He could not allow that!
“Not in a million years.” He gritted, mandibles flaring as he stood up abruptly, water splashing everywhere as his feet left the spring.
“Wait–” Ithaca moved closer to the edge. “I didn’t–” He couldn’t even finish speaking as Xahndar ran away.
From that day on everyone witnessed a change in Xahndar. There was no one who pushed themselves more than he. Even when his muscles were tired he pushed on. He spent time perfecting his hunting skills, became knowledgeable in every weapon he could get his claws on, and ruthless when training in hand-to-hand. He always wanted Ithaca to be his opponent in every scenario. I mean, who did he think he was having the audacity to tell Xahndar to quit? He found delight in pinning down the boy on the mats, watching surprise fill his crimson eyes, and found fuel in the rage that corroded inside him whenever it was Ithaca who outmatched him.
By fifteen Xahndar had grown taller, began gaining a lot more muscle mass, and was one of the best in his group. Coming in second to Ithaca. When picking his interest to pursue outside of hunting and combat, he chose to study languages, botany, and medicine, while Ithaca pursued languages as well, but focused on engineering and technology. So he raced to be better at languages than Ithaca, passing every test with outstanding scores… only to be met with Ithaca having achieved the very same success.
Training was still required and expected even by their 30s, and scheduled hunts were a must as they reached adulthood. They’d soon have to go into their respective careers and responsibilities and become useful members of their clan. That meant they’d all be divided into hunting groups. At first Xahndar had been picked by a different fellow hunter. But then, every time he crossed paths with Ithaca in hunts, Xahndar lost all sense of focus and could only think about being better than his rival. He had to be! After all the consecutive (failed) challenges he wagered on Ithaca out in the field, he was dropped. The latter however was always level headed, shaking his head at the absurd one-sided competition, which led to Xahndar getting punished for not following orders and being hot-headed.
Ithaca chose Xahndar into his hunting party after insisting to the elders that he could straighten him up. Xahndar was not happy about that. The last thing he wanted was to work with him, let alone be led by him. But he complied and attempted to at least be civil. Even then he tried to subtly outdo Ithaca in everything. Cue word: tried. He was terrible at hiding it. Every time Ithaca designed a weapon or perfected armor or technology, Xahndar followed, exaggerating his designs. When they hunted, he’d leave the group, and purposefully made them miss their target. Ithaca always had to go on and hunt the game himself to make up for the team’s failure. He’d end up lecturing the group.
By their fifties they were New Bloods ready to take on the world, become independent hunters, participate in the Chiva, and find a mate… But still, even now, Xahndar despised Ithaca. You’d think working with him for the last decade would soften his dislike for the other male, but it only made his hate grow. It was Ithaca this, Ithaca that. Ancestors be damned! He only ever heard Ithaca’s name and people sing his praises. He was an outstanding hunter, and despite Xahndar’s hardest attempts to sabotage him (not so very honorably), Ithaca always came through and excelled at leadership. He always gained the attention of the most desirable female warriors in the clan—even the ones Xahndar coveted. The man would never stop being an inconvenience!
After another hunt, with his party driving him up the wall, Xahndar needed to blow off some steam, so he went to one of the kehrites on the ship. He practiced his weapons and hunting with some holograms, and succeeded over and over. He could not understand. He was a good hunter. He was a good medic. He was good at making weapons, speaking alien languages, and fighting. He was just as good as everyone, and yet… He would never stand a chance against Ithaca. He was stronger, faster, more observant and swift. He was kind and quiet, commanding and intimidating. Of course everyone loved him.
“You try too much.” A familiar voice said behind him, and heat crawled up Xahndar’s spine. He spun around with a glower and found Ithaca leaning against the wall with his arms crossed over his broad chest, his mandibles clicking softly.
“Who asked for your opinion?”
“You focus too much on trying to be the best. That will send you to an early grave.”
“Why are you talking to me? Right now we aren’t team mates.”
Ithaca pushed off from the wall and approached him. “Join me tomorrow. I was going on a solo hunt, but I could use your skills where I’m going.”
Xahndar’s brow bone furrowed, a growl bubbling in his chest. “You cannot be serious.”
Ithaca came to a stop right in front of Xahndar, and despite how much Xahndar had grown and bulked over the years—despite being massive—Ithaca still managed to be taller than him. He hated he was forced to tilt his head to peer up at his greatness. “Oh, I am. No one matches my abilities like you do. Our Chiva is coming up soon.”
Xahndar shook his head slowly, “You don’t need me for your little practice hunt. I’m sure you’d rather see me get killed off. You wouldn't have to deal with me anymore.”
Ithaca came even closer and grabbed Xahndar’s neck, pushing him back until he was pinned against the wall, and making the male keep eye contact. Xahndar’s heart almost stopped for a moment, and a strange sensation formed in his core under Ithaca's hold. The latter leaned in, his tusks clicking in a sound that was commandeering followed by his raspy voice deepening: “You’ll be here tomorrow. Early morning. We leave at dawn. Got it?” Xahndar looked into Ithaca’s red eyes and agreed, anger and shame making his skin boil. “Good.”
The hunt had been successful and that made Xahndar… happy. He thought he would feel angry. He thought he should be angry. But for the first time in years he felt right in place. It had been raining out in the jungle. Their prey had put up a good fight, he got himself a few new scars-to-be, and he'd never seen Ithaca more happy and expressive in his 55 years of life. The first hour Xahndar had attempted to be dry and curt with Ithaca, but when the hunt actually began and they had to battle with this thing they hunted, he'd begun to follow Ithaca’s orders, and work in unison. He'd never felt more alive. They turned out to be the perfect team, and he'd gotten to talk to Ithaca on their way back as they dragged their game to camp, for a moment forgetting his seething hatred for the other male.
They were skinning the beast to bring the meat in for the clan and to sell its pelt. They were laughing. Actually laughing as they told each other stories and reminisced about their childhood. Xahndar looked over at Ithaca occasionally. Eyes roving over every muscle strained and flexed as he worked. Ithaca’s yellowish skin was stained with blood, his jaw and brow bone set in concentration. By Yautja standards he was attractive and his skills only added to the appeal. It was no wonder why everyone admired him. He was the perfect picture of what a desirable mate should be like, and his control over his emotions and the guidance of others made him the perfect future leader. Ithaca could have asked anyone to join him on that hunt, but he still chose Xahndar, a stubborn ass with an inferiority complex, trust issues, and a serious attitude problem. How could he even compare to Ithaca’s skills? How could Ithaca even consider him an equal contender? Xahndar’s eyes moved over Ithaca’s arms and fingers… How he gripped the knife and tore bone, fur, and skin. He'd witnessed females on his lap on the occasional orgy—fingers sinking into wet heat and making them moan like demons. And now he sunk those very fingers into bloody meat and guts. He really knew how to work those and he wondered how those females felt.
“What’s on your mind?” Ithaca asked without even looking up from his work. Xahndar’s face felt hot at being so easily caught staring and he chastised himself for such a demonstration of weakness. Where had his head even turned to?
“I’m just…” He cleared his throat to sound less breathless—that thought had really thrown him off. “I'm still confused as to why you even wanted me to join you today after everything.”
Ithaca looked across to him, “After everything? You’ve never done anything to me.”
“Well… Not physically.”
Ithaca’s tusks clicked in amusement, his hardened eyes squinting into a smile. “What did you do? In your mind, I mean.”
Xahndar huffed in embarrassment, but answered anyway, “Gods… Nothing nice.”
“You can say it, however violent it might be.”
“I’m not proud of it,”—he sighed, the image of Ithaca's cock dragging through one of the female's cunts making his mouth feel dry—“But I’ve killed you like a hundred different ways in my head. Most involve poison. Some involve hunting ‘accidents’.”
Ithaca laughed, “You hate me that much?”
“I said I wasn’t proud–”
“Well, if we're being honest, I have imagined how you’d look if I grabbed your tendrils when you’re being bitchy.” Ithaca confessed without breaking eye contact, and Xahndar’s eyes widened, the heat in his face growing and making his chest squeeze in shock. That was the last thing he thought would come out of Ithaca. “You know, when you start going on and on about me? When you get angry and I see you lose your mind? I’m not proud about feeling satisfaction at your anger. But when you’re being irreverent and incorrigible, I want to wrap my hand in your tendrils and watch you squirm under me. I have wondered what you'd sound like, speared on my cock. What you'd look like. If you'd keep complaining or be pliant.” His mandible twitched. “It haunts me more than you can even imagine.”
The silence stretched as soon as he stopped talking. What did he just hear Ithaca say? Was he going insane? Ithaca wanted… to grab his tendrils and watch him… Gods… Xahndar felt his cock twitch under his loin cloth, against his thigh, and his stomach dropped. He imagined it now, too. And for some reason that sounded appealing to him. Begging for release. Whining like he was in heat. Being put in his place by Ithaca. His overpowering figure. His hands—Xahndar felt a dribble of pre-hot cum against his thigh. No! No! What was that! He stood up hurriedly. He could see the regret in Ithaca’s red eyes.“I should get going.”
Ithaca sighed and started, “Xahndar—” But the male left before he could say more.
Xahndar woke up in a sweat. It’d been days since he talked to Ithaca and every time they saw each other he avoided the other Yautja. He thought that by now the conversation should not keep affecting him, but his mind was plagued by Ithaca’s confession and their lives up until that moment. Even his dreams took the shape of Ithaca’s desire. Xahndar could still feel the other male’s fingers in his tendrils, pulling his head back to lick at his throat and sink his sharp teeth into his leathery skin, marking him as his. Xahndar’s cock was hard. He’d never felt this way before. He’d had flings with females, and some rendezvous with males on and off mating season. He’d enjoyed both greatly. That wasn’t the problem. He’d just never noticed Ithaca having any interest in him. Definitely not in the way he expressed.
Xahandar definitely didn’t have any interest in him. Ithaca was annoying, he was in his business all the time, there wasn’t a moment he didn’t piss him off or weaselled his way into his every waking thought. Gods, Ithaca was constantly on his mind… But just because he wanted to be better than him… He only tried to show off his hunting and fighting skills to Ithaca to prove he was just as strong as he was—Oh Gods, he was practically courting him! In his own odd, competitive way, he’d been trying to gain some approval or reaction out of Ithaca since he told him to quit in their adolescence. The rivalry started out of spite, but now that Ithaca put the idea in his head—his confession—he realized that as time shifted, he'd grown jealous of Ithaca praising his other teammates on hunts, how easily he calmed when Ithaca grabbed the nape of his neck and dug his nails into his flesh to shake sense into him, how physical Ithaca was with him, not in the same platonic way all Yautja were with each other but in the way that his senses demanded Xahndar to obey Ithaca always.
Xahndar imagined Ithaca pursuing him to the communal bathing springs after another failed hunt from his part while he was fuming and sulking. Ithaca trapping him and bullying his cock into him, his large hand forcing Xahndar’s face against the floor and telling him to behave. His hand flew to his aching crotch and he squeezed the member through the bed sheets covering his lap. He felt hot all over, and the pain of his need was too much to ignore tonight. “Fuck, Ithaca–” Xahndar panted and reached under the sheets. Grasping his cock firmly he tugged desperately at it and moaned the male’s name, imagining it was his hand jerking him off instead of his own. He fell back against the pelts making up his bed, his back arching as his stomach tightened. “I hate you. I hate you–Mng~” He came quickly as a roar tore from his chest. He cursed and panted, slowly stroking himself until his cock became hard again. Perhaps, just perhaps, he could entertain the fantasy just for tonight.
Erroneously, Xahndar thought he could keep avoiding Ithaca. Perhaps here in his lab, with his plants and complicated med kits he kept trying to perfect, he wouldn’t be bothered. But he’d been wrong. Ithaca came in and placed a clay vase with a strange glowing plant in front of him. Xahndar frowned and looked up at Ithaca, his heart skipping a beat when their eyes met, the memory of what he’d done the other night making his skin tighten. “What?”
Ithaca rumbled lowly, “I wanted to apologize. For what I said… It was inappropriate. I'm your leader. Your teammate, and I crossed the line.” Silence drew out again, both looking at each other. Ithaca’s tusks clicked in a sound akin to nervousness. Xahndar had never witnessed the man be anything but stoic. “Well… I’ll go. I just wanted you to know that it won’t happen again.” He turned and started towards the door. Xahndar wanted to let him leave. It didn’t matter. Ithaca didn’t matter to him. There was no need for any more interactions between them. He’d entertained the fantasy, and that was enough. It should have been enough, no?
Instead the pulsing, glowing plant in front of him made his heart ache. It was an odd feeling. Why had Ithaca brought a plant for him? Yes he was a botanist, but he'd never seemed to care. Xahndar touched the glowing petals, the fuzzy texture tickling his finger tips. He knew this plant grew in caves, in the most austere conditions. Usually in places that were hard to reach. But they were always beautiful and bright. They smelled sweet due to their poison. It’s what helped them endure through the harshness of solitude and hungry animals.
Beautiful Death was a fitting name for it.
He thought of all the times growing up that Ithaca had tried to come close to him. Maybe he hadn’t seen the interest or attraction, but he’d tried to be amicable to Xahndar, checking up on him every time he was punished, making the other boys leave him alone when they tried to push him around, putting him in line when he was head strong and stubborn in group hunts. He’d thought it was leadership. But now he thought of the lingering touches and looks, how he always sought him out first after every hunt, how he always spoke to him differently. How he always knew Xahndar’s true feelings. Ithaca didn’t care if Xahndar disliked him, he’d always been aware of his jealousy and hurt. It was only natural to feel that way due to how he’d been treated his whole life. But Ithaca still kept trying anyway, never truly making himself scarce around Xahndar.
Tearing himself from the chair, Xahndar ran after Ithaca. He saw the male walk down the hallways, saluting other fellow hunters. Swiftly, he followed him to his quarters and as soon as he opened the door, Xahndar jumped him and pushed him into the apartment. At first Ithaca growled as they both stumbled and his back hit the wall. He was ready to fight until he saw it was Xahndar. “Xahn—” His words were cut off by Xahndar’s tongue slipping into his mouth. Ithaca tensed and then softened against the shorter male, quickly reciprocating. His own tongue stroked Xahndar’s, mandibles flared to accommodate him to their own way of kissing. They parted slightly, panting. “What—”
“I want you.” Xahndar interrupted again.
“Xahandar—”
“I’m not sure how, but I do. You anger me in a way that drives me to madness, but I can only ever think of you. You infuriate me. You are in my mind all of the time. I thought I hated you. But all this time I only ever wanted to be like you, have you be proud of me, see me as an equal. Be worthy of you and the clan.”
“I—”
“I-If your desire is real. If it goes deeper, I want to explore it—” Suddenly, Ithaca grabbed onto Xahndar’s tendrils and pulled his head back harshly, gaining a shocked moan out of the male. Xahndar’s cock jolted and his mouth quickly closed, both of their eyes locking.
“Stop interrupting me, s'yuit-de.” Xahndar’s face heated. He’d been too eager. Maybe he’d misread everything— “I want you, too. I’ve wanted you for years. I’ve only ever seen your potential, your strengths, your drive, and your determination. You are a good hunter, Xahn. Anyone with half a brain could see it. But your attitude and your ego blind you, and that’s what drives everyone away.”
“But… Not you?” Xahndar added too quietly and vulnerable for his liking, almost like a plea.
Ithaca shook his head softly. “It only took one day alone with you and we were everything I've ever wanted. I have always been right about you, you just thought I was out to get you.”
“You suggested I quit.” Xahndar reminded the man and Ithaca sighed, loosening his grip on the tendrils and softly running his fingers against them, which made butterflies flutter in Xahndar’s stomach. How had he not realized how much he wanted this, with him, before? How his touch always made him heat up?
“I did. But not because I thought you were weak or I wanted you to. We were children, I couldn’t stand seeing you that way. I wanted to help you, I wanted to be your friend, but I didn’t know how. It was clear you were jealous of me, you said I was perfect. But I am only what I am because it was expected of me. My father would have shunned me had I been anything but the best. Imagine his shame as the Ancient Leader.”
Xahndar swallowed, his eyes softening. It all made sense now that he thought about it. “I’m… I’m sorry…”
Ithaca, shook his head and moved his other hand to cup Xahndar’s jaw. “You went through worse.” His thumbs rubbed against the male’s mandible. His red eyes roving over him, the stoicism dropping as he looked at the male with such admiration. “I should have done more to protect you, but you would have hated me more. You aren’t a weakling or a pup.”
“I would have.”
“But I should have definitely been meaner and punished you myself. If only to have you be more obedient and compliant sooner. You tend to be irreverent.”
“So I heard.” Xhandar chuckled, his chest rumbling against Ithaca’s. One of Xhandar’s hands trailed down Ithaca's stomach and slipped under the loin cloth to grab at his dick and squeeze. “How would you have punished me?”
Ithaca groaned, red eyes glowing with desire. “Well… It would go something like this,” Ithaca tightened his grip again around Xhandar’s tendrils and yanked them hard. The male moaned, arching against Ithaca as he lowered his face and bit down on his neck. Ithaca pushed him back, guiding him towards the pelted bed and shoved him onto it. Xhandar landed on the bed and stared up at Ithaca, following his movements as he straddled him. With one hand Ithaca held Xhandar down by his neck and with the other he tore Xhandar’s loin cloth. Ithaca clicked sensually, watching the engorged member slap onto Xhandar’s belly. Ithaca grabbed the male’s cock and gave it a few tugs, making Xhandar growl in pleasure. His hips jerked into his hand, balls tightening with need. “Ithaca—”
“Shhh, watch and learn, runt.” Ithaca moved his hand, watching all of Xhandar’s expressions with careful enjoyment. Xhandar’s moans filled the room, his eyes hazy and fluttering as he gasped. Instead of letting him go over the edge, Ithaca let go of the male’s cock. Xhandar gave a whine, but quickly calmed when Ithaca removed his loin cloth to reveal his own engorged member. Ithaca grabbed Xhandar’s legs and pushed them closer to his chest to sloth himself between his thighs. Lowering his hips, Ithaca’s heavy cock pressed now against Xhandar’s in between their bodies. He began to roll his hips, rocking back and forth to rub against Xhandar, the movements eliciting moans from each other. He increased the tempo until he was growling and panting, the other male wreathing under him and clawing at his back. “You feel–ha–so good~” Ithaca groaned out and lowered his mandibles to Xhandar’s neck. He licked stripe after stripe, targeting his erogenous glands there until the male cried out and came, thick ropes pooling between their stomachs and drooling down to his balls. Ithaca chuckled and nipped him before lifting himself and looking down at the mess Xahndar made. He tsked and towered over him before grabbing his cock and stroking himself until he came, his seed landing on Xahndar’s chest and face.
With a grin Ithaca spread the mess on Xahndar's skin and brought his fingers to his mouth. He licked his hand and groaned, Xahndar's softening cock beginning to harden again at that. “You're mine now.” Ithaca rasped. “I will court you. Claim you. And have you.”
“Only if I get to claim you, too.” Ithaca's chest rumbled at Xahndar’s words and he grinded against him in response. In return, Xhandar grabbed Ithaca's wrist, pulled him down and kissed him again. He rolled them around and trailed his tongue over every inch of skin he could get to, biting down on his pectorals and hip bones. Ithaca moaned when Xhandar's tongue reached his sensitive cock head. The male licking experimentally. “Have you been with other males before?” He asked, looking up at him. Ithaca nodded. “Why did you go after every female I liked?”
“I'm attracted to men and women, Xahn. How would I have known we liked the same females? You never talked to me. Had I known I wouldn’t have pursued them.” Xahndar hummed thoughtfully. They just had the same taste in women, then. He'd always thought Ithaca did it on purpose. “Have you been with any males?”
Xahndar nodded and dragged his teeth along Ithaca's straining shaft. He gasped and grabbed onto Xahndar's head. “Fuck, that feels good.”
“Yeah?” Xahndar’s tusks clicked in satisfaction and he let his snake-like tongue trace over a vein running down Ithaca's dick. He watched as more pearly cum dribbled out of his slit and licked it clean, down to his base and his sack. He nibbled on one ball and rubbed Ithaca’s cock with his hand.
“Stop being a tease.” The male growled. And Xahndar looked up with a challenging glint on his yellow eyes.
“Make me.”
Instantly, Ithaca sat up and pushed Xahndar back, face down onto the bed. He bit down on his nape and began to rut his cock against his ass, hands groping down his waste. He straddled the back of Xahndar’s thighs and placed his paws on his ass cheeks, spreading them before tracing his fingers down the middle and finding his puckered hole. Leaning down, he laved his flesh from the dip of Xahndar’s lower back down between the male’s ass-cheeks. Then, he lapped at Xahndar’s asshole, making the man moan and jerk against the bed. “Stay still!” He barked out and began to breach his hole with his tongue. Xahndar gasped, rolling his hips against the bed needily. Ithaca pressed his hand on Xahndar’s lower back to keep him still and ignored the man's whines as he pushed more of his tongue inside of him. He felt the tight muscles squeeze his tongue and flutter before he pulled back.
“S-Shit–ha–ha–Ithaca~”
“I know. Gotta get you ready for me.” He went back in and began to thrust his tongue in and out, looking for Xahndar’s pleasure spot as he moved his hand from Xahndar’s back around his stomach to make him get on his knees, ass in the air. In any other situation, being this malleable and vulnerable would have made Xahndar angry, but the pleasure was overwhelming as Ithaca wrapped his hand around Xahndar’s cock and began to tug in tandem with his tongue thrusting into his ass. He hiccuped and moaned, grinding his ass back into Ithaca’s face, his balls tightening unbearably. But then Ithaca stopped and made him straighten up, his back pressed against Ithaca’s chest. Ithaca wrapped his hand around Xahndar’s neck and spread his thighs. Lining himself with Xahndar’s entrance, he licked his jaw and began to push in. Xahndar moaned, his own cock jolting and weeping as the feeling of being stretched around Ithaca’s thick, huge cock overwhelmed him. He whined and panted and heard Ithaca’s groan and moan behind him. They both let out a sound of pleasure when Ithaca fully sank in, their hips flushed. “So hot. Tight.” Ithaca husked, eyes fluttering at the surreal feeling of Xahndar’s ass. He pulled back slightly and rammed back in, pushing the air out of Xahndar’s lungs. He did it again and again until he began to fuck up faster into Xahndar. He made him bend over again and pressed his face into the pelts, punching his hips over and over, wetness gathering under them.
“Touch yourself for me, Xahn.” He panted against the other male’s neck, one hand kneading Xahndar's ass cheek before spanking him. Xahndar moaned breathlessly and moved a shaky hand down to grab his dick. He moved his hand desperately, the member slippery and slick in his palm.
Ithaca groaned at the needy flutter around his cock, heat growing at the base of his spine. He forced Xahndar to switch positions, leaving Xahndar’s hole for just a second to lay down on his back and have Xahndar sit on his hips. He sunk inside him again and made him bounce on his cock. The male threw his head back, his hand faltering on his cock.
“Don't you dare stop. I wanna watch you cum.”
Xahndar moaned and moved his hips faster to fuck himself on Ithaca’s cock, the friction delicious, the pointed tip ramming against his g-spot. When he sunk again once more he swore he could see stars, his dick spurting violently over Ithaca’s stomach and chest. Ithaca followed, arching as he came inside Xahndar, his hands forcing the male to grind down on him.
Xahndar collapsed on top of Ithaca and let him wrap his arms around him. Ithaca buried his face in Xahndar’s neck and ran his hands up and down his body, feeling every shake and shudder go through him. The room was heavy with their hot breaths and the heavy musk of their copulation and sweat.
“Best fucking sex I ever had.” Ithaca mumbled, grabbing one of Xahndar’s ass cheeks, claws digging into the firm globe. Xahndar laughed and nipped the male’s throat.
“Never thought my rival would make me cum this hard.” He purred against Ithaca, the vibrations filling his chest.
“And I'll do it again.”
Xhandar laughed and slipped off of Ithaca to lay next to him, both of them staring at the ceiling. Processing what they’d just done, and what this now would mean for their relationship. “What’s with the Beautiful Death?”
“I came across it while I was scoping a cave. It reminded me of you. I recalled you talking about it once: you wanted to make a weapon with the poison, and what you said about it stuck with me. You’ve grown in the toughest conditions. Isolated. Underestimated. Still you’ve survived and excelled. You’ve always been hard to reach. But I wanted to try anyway.” Ithaca turned his face to find Xahndar looking at him already, yellow eyes soft for him for once. He clicked with deep affection and found Xhandar’s hand. “You’ve always been the brightest. And I’ve wanted nothing more than to drink your poison.”
Yes, well… friends wasn't what Ithaca would have called them either. At least not before their mating. Xahndar had always been a man full of energy and bite. He was challenge embodied, and difficult, but he'd known their whole lives that Xahn had only wanted love and to feel like he belonged. He'd seen him struggle and then become someone honorable, hardworking, and unmatched. They survived their Chiva together, claimed each other as life mates, spent years together—climbing ranks, being good mentors, becoming each other's best friend above just romance; because that's what they had craved in their childhood. To have someone with whom to belong and be understood.
However, nothing prepared them for when they went to Earth and found you, a pretty human girl living on their ancient hunting grounds. Time was odd like that in space. They kept watch over you, curious as to why you'd chosen the least habitable place to live, and making sure you didn't bother them in their hunts. The last thing they thought would happen was to witness you sneak into their ship and have the audacity to sass them. And it was true that Ithaca and Xahndar were known to have very similar tastes. They thought a little fun would be all it would be. They'd just quench their curiosity. But then three started to sound like a very appealing number.
Author's Note:
I think Ithaca’s confession would have ended up in an HR complaint if they were humans.
I almost titled this Heated Rivalry… I was very very tempted.
Read how Ithaca and Xhandar met you here: Kinktober Day 3
Read what happened after they met you here: What Are We? (one shot request)
I'm officially publishing a Yautja Romance collection on AO3! All The Ways To Entrap A Yautja
I suddenly remembered while I looked through one of my old fic mood boards, how one Saturday afternoon, with shitty internet connection, I was writing a chapter of said fic on my phone. But... I was writing the chapter directly on Quotev instead of a doc or the notes app. The internet connection got cut off for a second and the whole chapter got erased. The way I cried... I re-wrote the whole thing while crying. Still wrote it directly on Quotev, though. Like why did I do that???
I'm terrible at commenting. Whenever I find a fic that I really wanna comment on, compliment the author, just teehee giggle giggle in the comments, etc, I just blank out. I run out of things to say 😭 and I don't wanna sound like a bot. Kudos to my faves and hidden gems I come across 💕
I'm working on three novellas as my college senior project in Creative Writing. The amount of crash outs and eureka moments I go through is mind blowing.
holding you by the hands: you know that the "you" in a 2nd person pov isn't literally you right? you know that even in a "reader insert" story it is still a character, right? you recognize that because they are not actually you they may make choices different from the one that you would make for the sake fo the story, right? you know that? you know that the only "you" that exists in the context of the story is the you that is reading it? right?
quarterly reminder that if i reblog something ai-generated it is 110% and always an accident and for the love of god please tell me so i can delete it from my blog
For the last month or so I've been thinking about a Simon Riley fic that I lost because I forgot to give it a like before the page refreshed. I only skimmed the first few lines cause I was busy and I was gonna save it for when I was finally able to chill and read. I tried to look for it but I couldn't remember who wrote it, nor the title (if it had one). I just remember it was a Simon fic, he was the MC's step brother and that the MC was riding Simon and talking (I think they disliked each other and they were annoyed at each other). If anyone knows what this fic might be... please let me know. I must satisfy the curiosity.
