God, it’s been a while, hey? I mean, I’ve been shit posting and I dropped, I think, three fics in three years? That’s absolutely terrible on my part. As a writer and someone who enjoys interaction with all of you. I missed all of you horny folks!
So much has happened. And so little at the same time. Firstly, Happy New Year. I hope this year everybody heals from the trauma they’ve been going through and explores new connections and finally do something that makes you happy. Where that be a new job, new hobby, loving someone, just do it.
My personal life has been such a rollercoaster. Best friends came and went and I’ve been dealing with a lot mentally. Being unable to process a lot of sudden changes took a major toll on me and I hated feeling like it so I had decided to be better, learn more and love more.
I love writing, as much as you all know. I love expressing my imagination with words, with characters we love, discussing silly head cannons and even creating our own characters. It’s a community I’ve been in for so long and it’s one I would never abandon. I always find myself coming back to this website, seeing new writers with new fandoms(and new kinks even I haven’t heard of!). And I realized that being mediocre with this will not do.
I saw a lot of my mutual friends on here have their accounts deactivated, some disappeared completely along with their glorious stories and my heart hurts seeing old chats I can’t ever message again. I miss them and I hope they’re all doing good and I hope they know that even though I was quite antisocial with everyone, I loved them dearly and still think about them from time to time.
As bad as things had went, a lot of good happened. I found a purpose. I found something I want to do and I’m slowly beginning to discover who I am, truly. Even though, one can never know who they are truly, we are ever evolving, but it’s fun to know that I can identify things I don’t want to be associated with to keep myself at peace.
It takes a lot to do this. It isn’t easy to admit weaknesses. But that’s one of the things I’m working on. To be truthful to people around me and especially to myself. I went into a really dark place of self-isolation, self-depreciation, and yes, even self-harm. I had no will for majority of things in my life and it absolutely sucked ASS. I’m happy and eternally grateful that I managed to pull myself out of it, a lot of people are never this lucky and I hope and pray that if you are suffering, you are not alone. So cliche to say, I know, but knowing that people out there go through the same things as you, have these bad thoughts of being alone, yet not actually being alone, it’s comforting. At least to me.
Music has always been my favorite thing to listen to. And Sleep Token had also saved me. Another cliche thing to say, but if someone as beautiful and explosive as Vessel can go through the things they have, I found a lot of comfort but also sympathy with them in our shared trauma.
So much of talking, but what I want to end this little note with is:
I love you.
Every one of you. You all have seen parts of me I’ve put into my stories, I’ve seen parts of you that you asked me to see and write for and I am so incredibly thankful to all of you. I will be writing again, of course I will. My mind never shuts up. Send me whatever you’d like and I’ll answer.
Following the pattern of the albums, and since ‘TMBTE’ is the “continuation” or closing chapter to ‘Sundowning’, ‘Even in Arcadia’ might be (or is idk if it’s confirmed or not) the closing chapter and continuation of ‘TPWBYT’. Hearing ‘Emergence’ and how in love Vessel sounds, he sounds like he’s fallen in love with everything once more and with someone. He’s healing and I can’t wait to see it.
Also, the picture of him now in green and gold and a sword, is the next part of the story of the song ‘The Love You Want’. Do you guys think he successfully killed the virus within his lover so that they could accept his love and finally be happy together? Or did he find love in someone else who never needed him to fight for their affections and loved him from the start?
Maturing is realizing that reaching out for help isn’t a weakness; it’s a strength not many people have. Proud of whoever is deciding this year to finally seek out the help they need.
Thinking about how Simon Riley would kill to have you in handcuffs.
Not just any handcuffs, mind you, his. Just imagine how cute you’d be, your body bare of any clothes as he stands behind, tall figure looming over you as his fingers trailed down your arms.
“Relax,” he murmurs before taking your wrists and holding them in one hand as the cold metal of his silver handcuffs locked around them. It turns him on more than it should, his cock already rock hard just by the sight of you naked but the sight of these cuffs wrapping around your wrists made him want to fuck you harder until you screamed, just so you could understand how fucking sexy this was to him.
He moved you to the bed before he gently pushed you down so your warm front hit the cool of the sheets making you hum before he lifted your hips up, your pretty pussy on display for him as he leaned over and pursed his lips, letting a strong of white fall from his lips to your hole. You softly gasped and shivered at the coolness but those gasps turned into moans when he shoved his fingers into you.
Your hands were behind you, the chain of the cuffs resting just above your ass as his lips and fingers worked on your pussy. “So wet, huh?” He mumbled as his tongue fucked you. “All for me.”
Simon ate you out from behind like his life depended on it, his other hand palming his cock on his boxers wanting some friction before he pulled out an orgasm out you, your wetness coating his lips and chin. He stood up, yanked his boxers down as he eyed your panting form before the tip of his clock run up and down your slit. He wasn’t gonna make you beg this time, hell, he might beg you. Because having you all cuffed up, at his mercy, drove him fucking wild. Like you always did.
His cock hit every inch in you, thrusting and pounding before he grabbed the chain on the cuffs and used it as leverage to fuck you harder. Skin slapping skin filled the room and your moans became breathier and higher. “S-Simon, fuck, fuck, gonna cum.” Your arms were killing you, but god, did you love the pain. You loved how you went numb when he fucked you and he loved fucking you.
“Yeah, baby. Right there. Cum on this cock, Y/n. Let me know who’s fucking you.” He groaned and slammed his hips harder and rougher in you before your orgasm shot through your body like electricity and he slapped your ass before shooting his thick ropes of cum into your womb.
You fell to the bed face first, panting as your hair cascaded over your sweaty face. Simon bit his lip before pulling out and watching his cum fall out of your cunt as he unlocked the cuffs and rubbed your wrists. He leaned over your back, his lips by your ear as he told you,
Nggghhhh but what about König wanting to fuck you in front of a mirror?? What then?
What if he brought a big mirror for you home and placed it in your shared room and you were ecstatic because this mirror seemed big enough to accommodate his height so you could take better mirror pictures with him without having him to bend down so far just to get into frame?
Yeah, no.
He sat on the edge of the bed with you on his lap, but your back against his chest as his fingers toyed with your open cunt, blue eyes looking over your shoulder into the mirror to watch you. “That’s it, liebling. Spread open more.” He commanded and you complied, thighs opening exposing your pretty pussy to the mirror as you watched thick fingers pumps in and out of you. He might’ve been enjoying this too much.
“See? You see what I see every time I fuck you? How fucking perfect you are?”
You nodded as tears started to prick your eyes and your juices coated his digits as you locked eyes with him through the mirror. You gripped his arm and thigh as you rode his fingers and you couldn’t take it anymore. “König, please. Please.” He smirked and nipped your shoulder before pulling his fingers out and moving it to your mouth. “Suck.”
Your pretty tongue snuck out of your mouth and wrapped around his fingers, the taste of you hitting your buds enticing a moan out of your throat and König watched in awe as he pushed his fingers further in. Once he was satisfied with almost choking you, he pulled out his fingers and wrapped his wet digits around his cock, pumping the already hard length while watching you. “Look at yourself.” He said and you opened your eyes to watch the mirror where his hand was. His tip was red and swollen and ready to take.
And he did. He gripped your hip and lifted you up and positioned himself at your wet entrance and he it his lip as it coated him. “Sit.” That one word pulled your body down, sinking down on his thick cock, stretching you out and you watched every movement. The way your soft pussy gripped around him and your mouth hung open as you panted, eyes glued to the scene in the mirror.
König held your hips as he set the pace on you bouncing on his cock and he grunted as he bit your shoulder. “That’s it, liebling. Fuck this cock.” You moaned when his hands reached your tits, squeezing the soft flesh and pinching the nipples that were hardened with arousal before he looked into the mirror. “So fucking beautiful,” he murmured in your ear as he nipped your earlobe, “see? See how pretty this body is? How good you take me?” You could only moan on response as the underside of his cock scrapped your spongey spot in you making your eyes widen before gripping his hands that were on your chest. “König, fuck, I-I-“
“Yeah, I know,” he mumbled in response as he looked where you both were connected. How wet and shimmery your skin looked as your pussy took what it wanted from him, “do it. Cum. And look at yourself when you do.”
You bounced harder on him as you bit your lip feeling your climax approach and you took his hand and trailed it down to where your clit was and he chuckled hoarsely. “Good girl.” He complied and rubbed in circles, his fingers wet with your arousal as he pried your orgasm out of you. You gasped as your throat hollowed, your head starting to slump as you moaned but König’s hand was faster as he gripped your chin while the other never stopped it’s movements and forced you to look at the mirror.
“Uh, uh. Look at yourself. Look at us and fucking cum.” He commanded and your eyes shot open and looked as body convulsed as you came on his cock, juices dripping down to the bed, staining the sheets below you and he panted as he thrusted up into you harder to reach his high. “Fuck, yes, yes, liebling.” He groaned before he pushed up into you and shoot thick, hot ropes of his cum into you.
You slumped back onto his shoulder as you both panted and gasped as you caught your breathes but he wasn’t done. “Open your eyes, baby. Look.” He whispered and you lifted your head from his shoulder to look at the mirror where he slowly pulled out of you, and your pussy clenched around air but your body pushed his cum out of you, the white liquid pouring and sliding down, dropping to the sheets and you couldn’t help the moan that escaped your lips at the sight.
König chuckled as he laid his hand on your lower abdomen and massaged it, encouraging more of him to pour out of you.
“I think we’re gonna have so much fun with this mirror, don’t you think?”
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“The day that I met you I came so hard that night lmfao.”
