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[barefootgiraffe01]

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[avantroodles]

I finally got my first ever LOA fanart digitalized! And its a HUGE spoiler for OAUW 41 and 42 so...

It's marionette Twigsy!

And a shiny marionette Twigsy version with the blue roses and thorns.

[ketanourbetterplanet11]

Perfect for wrapping your baby in straight after a bath or swim. Made of absorbent and fast drying pure cotton, the robe features two pockets, a tie belt and cute little bear ears on the hood.

[yellowballoonx]

[weixuldo]

Baby Fever

Anakin x f!reader

This is based off of number 2 of this list :)- I havent really delved into kink writing s sorry if this isnt the best haha- think of the reader as a padme- type figure

After seeing you interact with a lost child- Anakin thinks it’s time you had your own baby to look after…

warnings: P in V, smex, ani has a mean breeding kink, multiple orgasms, mentiond of pregnancy

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Floods of invigorating politicians and citizens exited the large Coruscant city center after a successful senate meeting. You had just finished pitching a plan that would excel the economy while also protecting labor’s rights. 

You smiled as you stood from your podium once the majority of the crowds had exited- the whole public eye thing was a bit new to you. 

For the longest time you worked behind the scenes helping other politicians with similar goals; it wasn’t until a few months ago that you, yourself, were appointed as your district’s senator. 

You fixed your dress as you exited your booth and headed for the dimly lit corridors of the massive building. Most of the clamor had moved outside into the city square so the halls were mostly empty. 

As you turned the corner a small smile found its way onto your face once you saw a familiar figure leaning against a marble pillar. Unmistakable robes and lightsaber clipped to the man’s belt. 

“I wasn’t aware Jedi had any interest in politics” you said with a smirk as the man snaked a gloved arm around you before you could pass. 

He pressed his face into your hair as he hugged you tighter to his chest, “We don’t, but you know all of my interest belongs to you”. 

You sighed as he pressed a passionate kiss to the column of your neck. 

“Ani- not here” you almost whimpered. 

He quickly twirled you around to face him before holding your face in his hands, “why not?” he asked with a charming smirk- “we should let them all know”. 

He glanced out the large windows down at the crowds of excited civilians- from up here they looked no larger than ants running for a sugar jar. 

“They all love you, so why can’t I?” Anakin asked with a pout. 

You sweetly smiled before placing a tender kiss to his pretty lips, “you can, and you do- you know the ramifications Anakin, you know we ca-“. 

Anakin cut you off with another deep kiss before releasing you and playfully slapping your ass. 

“Yeah yeah, I know” he huffed, “but they don’t know that”. 

You rolled your eyes at your lover’s childish desires before leading him out of the building. 

To avoid the spotlight and attention of the crowds, you dawned a hooded cloak before exiting the center.

Anakin followed closely behind; a hand already on his saber just in case. Thankfully being in public with Anakin seemed normal to some degree because you had become such a public figure- Jedi were often tasked with protecting political officials.

So Anakin looked no different than a routine bodyguard. 

The crowds were easier to navigate now that you had some practice under your belt. You had almost made it to your reserved speeder when you felt a small tug on the hem of your long dress. 

You smiled once you realized the tugging was coming from a small child, probably no older than four. 

She looked up at you with wonder as she mustered up the courage to speak to you. 

“Senator?” She finally asked. 

You nodded with a smile before turning to her. A wide grin settled onto her small face as she looked you up and down. 

“Pretty” she giggled. 

Anakin stood a few feet behind you, trying to see what was going on over the people standing in the way- he became anxious when you dipped from view.

The Jedi quickly weaved through the remaining people to see you crouched down speaking to a small child. His expression immediately softened as he watched you interact so sweetly with the girl; making exaggerated faces at the child’s comments, pointing out her cute accessories to make her giggle, picking her up to shield her from oncoming pedestrians-

Anakin never really thought about having kids- of course he wanted them someday; he wanted to create life with you and wanted to raise his children with a childhood he never got to have. But it never seemed like the right time.

The two of you had been careful when engaging in those activities to avoid an unexpected surprise when you still hadn’t quite figured out how to navigate your secret relationship. 

But each time Anakin fucked you he got closer and closer to giving up on the unspoken rule; he got closer and closer to cumming deep inside of you without any intention of pulling out. 

You knew Anakin was a passionate lover but you never considered that your sweet, respectful Jedi lover fantasized about locking you into a mating press while he fucked his children into your fertile womb. 

Anakin had no timeline of when he wanted them, but he knew you’d make a great mother no matter how long (or short) he waited.

Though seeing you interact in real time just made him want the fantasy to spring to reality. 

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“Hello sweetie, where are your parents?” You cooed at the small girl in your arms. 

She giggled and shrugged, making you frown. 

“Well that’s not good, they’re probably worried about you” you said, scanning the crowd for anyone who held any semblance to the tiny child in your arms. 

She, on the other hand, had no interest in finding her guardians- instead she was focused on the shiny tinsel that had been put into your hair prior to your speech. Innocently, she flipped your hood off and began to touch your face as she admired your beauty in childlike wonder. 

Before you could react, Anakin was by your side; he gently placed the cloak back over your head to protect you from interested onlookers. 

“Ani! You came out of nowhere” you giggled lightheartedly as he guided you off to the side of the still buzzing city square. 

“Who’s this?” He asked with a smile as the little girl in your arms hid her face in your shoulder. 

“It’s ok baby, he’s a Jedi- he’s very strong and he’s here to protect us” you whispered to the little girl in your arms. 

“Jedi?” her green eyes brightened as she became excited at the title. 

She continued asking you questions but all Anakin could focus on was how beautiful you looked interacting with such a young child. How natural you looked. 

Is this how you would interact with your own children? With his children?

He couldn't help but adjust his pants as he felt them becoming increasingly tighter. 

Soon the overexcited child had fallen asleep in your comforting arms; shortly, you began cautiously walking around in hopes to find her parents. The jedi beside you watched as you subconsciously brushed the girl's hair and gently bounced her on your hip. 

Before long you finally stumbled across two very worried adults calling for who you could only assume was fast asleep in your arms. 

“Oh Maker! There she is!” the woman gasped as she reached for her baby. 

The Man she was with breathed out a sigh of relief and quickly joined her as you handed her the sleeping child. 

“Thank you so mu- Senator!” the man’s eyes widened once he realized who it was. 

“We are so sorry to have troubled you- please forgive us for our carelessness” the woman bowed. 

“No, no! It was no trouble at all- you have a beautiful daughter” you smiled, brushing a stray strand of hair away from the girl’s face. 

“Thank you, thank you so much. We loved your speech- you are just what this city needs” the mother offered before turning to her husband. 

You bowed and met the silent figure watching from the sidelines; “Sorry Ani, we can go now”. 

Anakin just nodded silently and trailed you with an uncharacteristically dazed aura. 

Once you were in your speeder, Anakin hopped in the driver’s seat and jetted off towards your apartment; his strong jaw clenched as he imagined you full with a child.

He flinched as you placed a tender hand on his tensed thigh, “Ani- are you alright?”.

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A cacophony of moans and groans ricocheted off of the walls of your penthouse bedroom as your lover continuously plunged his cock in and out of your abused hole. He had been at it for two hours already and had already cum once (while you came thrice). 

Once you entered your private apartment, all of his carefully crafted will-power snapped and he went feral; the natural urge to breed you, hit him like a bus.

He was all over you; your lips, neck, breasts, cunt- you were his and he was going to make damn sure it stayed that way. 

“A-Ani! S-slow down!” you cried as he jetted his thick cock in and out of you. 

“S-Sorry baby, C-can’t- I gotta- gotta fill you up” he winced as he fucked you through his own overstimulation. 

His heavy balls slapped against your ass and a ring of foam from your combined juices formed at the base of his cock. 

He already came inside of you once, what more could he want?

“Baby- t’s too much! You're-spilling all over”.

“N-no, not enough- gotta fuck a baby into you” he grunted against your bruised neck. 

His confession had your eyes snapping open, “What?!”. 

“Looked too damn good with that baby on your hip- I-I wanna see you with my child on your hip in-instead” he babbled as he pulled you flush against his chest and rutted his desperate hips into yours. 

So that's what this was all about. 

Admittedly you didn’t mind his desires, deep down you wanted the same thing… you wanted him to reach so deep that he fucked one into you on the spot. 

“Oh Fuck Ani- I wan- I want your kids” you admitted ad you raked your long nails down his toned back. 

“Shit babe- squeezing me so tight” he whined as he gripped onto your hips with a caging grasp (surely you would be bruised tomorrow). 

He slammed his hips flush against yours with intense force as he felt the coil in his stomach begin to snap- this was it, this was the orgasm that was going to give you a child. 

He just knew it. 

“Ahh c-cumming! Gonna give y-you a child- Shit! i-i ‘m going to fuck my baby into you” he babbled as he felt his hot, thick, warm seed shoot out of his oversensitive tip into your gushing cunt as your own orgasm washed over your like a crest-fallen wave. 

“Ani!” you cried as your legs began to shake from the overpowering climax mixed with your exhaustion. 

You clawed onto him so hard that you swore you drew blood. Anakin, on the other hand, dove down and captured you into a tight embrace; his mechanical hand making you gasp at the sudden coolness. 

His body shook with pleasure and overstimulation as he struggled to rut his hips into you to push the last bit of spend further into you with shaky breaths. 

Once you came down from your high, you were so tired that you couldn’t even bother to ask Anakin to clean you up; you half expected him to fall asleep inside of you based on how tired he also looked. 

“Gonna make you a mommy- you’ll look s-so good- so round with our child” Anakin mumbled into your neck before slowly turning over so that you were on top of him (his dick still inside). 

You hummed in contempt before drifting to sleep as he gently brushed your hair with hsi flesh hand. 

“The two of you should get some sleep now- I love you” Anakin whispered before drifting right after you. 

You would have giggled at Anakin’s addition of “two” when speaking to you and your hypothetical baby, but as usual your lover was right. 

The famed “Jedi perception” was affirmed 9 months later when you cradled not one, but two small bundles of joy. You sat on your couch as you fed your children and Anakin couldn't help but smirk at the scene before him, this is just what he wanted… he couldn’t wait till you could have another one. 

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(a/n: ngl im not crazy big on kids but breeding is hot 🤭🤭 hope this lived up to the idea on the list :0)

[svtiddiess]

Red Silk

Synopsis: Your boyfriend's birthday gift? Him—wrapped in a pretty little bow under you.

Pairing: Mingyu (SVT) x afab!reader

Genre: smut, fluff, established relationship, oneshot

Rating: mature/nsfw

Word count: 1.9k

Warnings: no plot just filth, penetrative sex, unprotected sex (don't do this!), bondage, blindfolds, masturbation, ab riding, degradation, spanking, creampie, big dick!Mingyu, size kink, mean dom!Mingyu, sub!reader, lemme know if I missed anything!

Note: Mandatory Mingyu birthday fic. Happy Birthday, Mingoori! I hope your birthday is filled with lots of love and happiness!

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A soft giggle escapes your lips as you put the finishing touches on the crimson silk ribbon. Leaning back, you admire your handiwork: red silk wrapped snugly around your boyfriend's toned and naked body, his hands pinned together at the top with the ribbon in a delicate bow keeping him in place. It's hard not to let your eyes linger—his tan biceps straining against the vibrant red, his hooded gaze locks onto yours, and his pink tongue occasionally darts out to wet his lips.

"This doesn't really feel like a birthday gift, babygirl," Mingyu grumbles, tugging lightly at the restraints.

You chuckle, brushing a strand of hair from his face. "Oh, but it is! You just have to trust me, Gyu."

He lets out a resigned sigh as you shift off the bed, his eyes following your every move.

"I've got another surprise for you," you purr, your voice dripping sugar tainted with mischief.

With a teasing smile, you slowly undo the robe you're wearing, letting it slip to the floor and revealing the red lingerie underneath, matching the silk binding Mingyu. His eyes widen, and a low growl rumbles in his chest as he tugs harder at the restraints. You can't help but giggle at his futile struggle.

"Do you like the surprise, Gyu?" you tease, giving him a playful twirl and a little show.

"Untie me. Now," he demands, his voice rough and dark with desire.

"But that would ruin the gift," you faux pout, very much enjoying his reactions.

"Baby," he growls, his voice dropping even lower.

"Yes?" you reply, grinning ear to ear.

"Untie me."

"Nope."

His biceps flex as he strains against the silk, the material digging into his skin. Your eyes light up as an idea strikes you. Giggling to yourself, you grab your phone and open the camera app. The moment was too perfect not to capture. Mingyu's dark, intense gaze follows you as you snap a few pictures, his expression a mix of irritation and something far more primal.

"You look so pretty like this, Gyu," you croon, unable to hide your amusement.

"Alright, fun's over, babygirl. Untie me. Now," he growls, his patience wearing thin.

"Oh, but we're just getting started, my dearest Mingyu," you smirk, your voice dripping with playful defiance.

His eyes track you as you walk over to the cupboard and pull out another red silk ribbon, this one shorter than the one binding him. You return to the bed, straddling him once more, a mischievous grin plastered across your face.

"One last surprise," you whisper against his ear, your breath warm as you tie the ribbon around his eyes, blindfolding him.

Leaning back, you take in the full picture—your strong, dominant boyfriend, now completely at your mercy, tied up and blindfolded—your masterpiece is finally complete.

Another growl rumbles from Mingyu's throat as he tugs at his restraints, clearly caught off guard by the blindfold.

"Do you like your blindfold?" you tease.

"No," he grumbles and keeps on tugging. The irritation in his voice only makes you laugh.

"Don't worry," you murmur, "it's only going to get better from here."

"With you? Doubt it." His voice is thick with irritation, but you catch the underlying tension—the way his muscles coil in tension (and anticipation) underneath the silk.

A slow grin curls your lips as you settle back, spreading your legs just outside of his. Beneath you, Mingyu is tense—waiting for the start of the finale.

Biting hard on your bottom lip, you shift your panties aside, slightly embarrassed by how soaked they are. God, the effect he has on you. With a shaky breath, you slide a finger inside, the wet sound obscenely loud in the quiet room.

Mingyu's head tilts, his entire body locking up.

"Baby…what are you doing?"

"G-Guess," you whimper, beginning to move your fingers in slow, deliberate strokes. "If you get it r-right I'll give you another surprise."

A moan slips free as you add a second finger, and you catch the exact moment realisation hits him—his jaw starts clenching, his breaths laboured and hitching.

"Figured it out yet?" You let out a breathy laugh, quickening the pace of your fingers, slick sounds filling the air.

"Babygirl—" His voice drops to a growl, his body straining against the silk holding him in place.

The deep, rough edge of his tone sends a thrill through you, your own moans mingling with the sounds of your fingers fucking into yourself. Your gaze drags over his body—his every muscle taut, his cock hard and dripping against his stomach. Unable to resist, you lean down, swiping your tongue across the tip just to hear him groan, his hips jerking helplessly.

"Gyu, I'm close," you pant, the tight coil in your stomach winding tighter.

"Don't you dare cum," he warns.

You let out a whimpering laugh, the hand currently not inside you circling your clit, determined to push yourself over the edge.

"Fuck!" Your back arches as you come, your release coating your fingers—and spraying Mingyu.

Catching your breath, you shift to straddle him properly, bringing your glistening fingers to his lips.

"Open wide," you purr.

With a low groan, he obeys, sucking your fingers clean, his tongue laving over every drop.

"Untie me," he murmurs against your skin, "and I'll make you cum at least three times with my mouth."

"Tempting," you hum, trailing a finger down his chest. "But I'm not done with your gift yet."

You hurriedly push your panties aside, leaving yourself completely bare. Straddling Mingyu's waist, you sink down, your wetness pressing against his toned abs with a gasp. The moment he realises what's happening, a low growl rumbles in his chest. Your hands brace against his shoulders as you start to move, slow at first, then with growing need.

"G-Gyu—" Your voice trembles, pleasure already coiling tight in your stomach.

Your hips roll faster, your slick coating his skin, making it shine under the dim light.

"Fuck, baby," he groans, head falling back.

His muscles flex beneath you, the friction sending sparks through your nerves. His jaw is clenched, breath ragged—he's barely holding on.

"Let me at least see you, please," he grits out, voice strained.

Taking pity, you reach up and tug off his blindfold. Mingyu blinks, adjusting to the light before his gaze locks onto you—his eyes darkening as he watches your hips work, your arousal dripping down his stomach.

The hunger in his stare only makes you wetter, your movements growing more frantic, chasing another release.

"Yeah, just like that. Use me, babygirl," he growls, and the sound goes straight to your core.

"Gyu, I'm gonna—!" Your nails dig into his shoulders.

"Do it. Make a mess all over me."

His words snap the last thread of control. You cry out as pleasure crashes through you, your body shuddering. Dragging him into a desperate kiss, you swallow his moan, still trembling from your high.

Then—fabric rips.

Suddenly, you're on your back, Mingyu caging you beneath him.

"Had your fun, babygirl?" His grin is all wicked amusement.

"You—how?" you stammer, stunned.

Mingyu only smirks before capturing your lips once more. His movements are hungry, primal—any illusion of control you had is long gone.

One large hand pins both of yours above your head as his lips trail hot kisses down your jaw. His free hand tugs your bralette down, baring your breasts, and a whine escapes you when he pinches a nipple between his fingers.

"I asked if you had fun torturing me, baby," he purrs, twisting it just a little harder.

"Ah! Y-Yes!" Your back arches, desperate for more.

He chuckles against your skin before his mouth closes over one breast, sucking hard while his fingers tease the other. You moan, writhing under his touch—until he suddenly hooks your leg over his shoulder and slams into you without warning.

Your eyes roll back. Mingyu's big, always so careful to prep you first, but tonight, you've pushed him too far.

His hips piston into you relentlessly, as his mouth and hands work your breasts. You're pinned, overwhelmed, your mind melting under the sheer pleasure of him filling you, stretching you, owning you.

"Please let me cum, please!" you sob, teetering on the edge.

"No." His teeth graze your neck. "You don't get to."

"P-Please, I can't—!" Tears spill as you struggle beneath him, but his grip is iron, his pace unyielding.

"You didn't untie me when I asked," he growls, "so now you don't get to cum."

You whimper and thrash, but his huge body is pressed against yours, reducing you to nothing but gasps and broken moans. You try—god, you try—to hold back, but the pleasure crashes over you, your body convulsing as you shatter anyway.

Dazed, you blink up at him, barely registering his scowl before his hand grips your jaw.

"Didn't I say no?" His voice is dangerously low.

"'M sorry—"

A dark laugh. "Count."

Then he's flipping you over, and you know you're in for it.

A sharp smack echoes through the room, followed by a stinging burn across your backside. Then another lands—harder this time.

"I said fucking count," Mingyu growls, delivering another punishing strike with his broad hand.

"T-Three!" you stammer, tears already streaking down your cheeks.

"Looks like you're finally learning to follow orders," he sneers before landing another blow.

"F-Four," you whimper, the mix of pain and pleasure sending shivers down your spine. You know your ass will ache tomorrow, but right now, you're too lost in the haze of sensation to care.

The next few smacks come in quick succession, each one fiercer than the last, until you're nothing but a trembling, sobbing mess. He clicks his tongue, his hand soothing the heated skin with a gentle rub.

"I'm not done with you yet, babygirl," he murmurs.

A choked moan escapes you as he pushes inside again, gripping your hips hard enough to bruise. His thrusts rock your entire body, leaving no room for thought—just Mingyu, Mingyu, Mingyu echoing in your mind. A low whine builds in your throat as another orgasm coils tight inside you.

"Gonna cum again, baby?" he groans, feeling you clench around him.

You nod desperately, too far gone to speak. Mingyu chuckles at your wrecked state.

"Go on, babygirl. Let go for me," he purrs.

And just like that, you shatter again. Pleasure whites out your vision, your ears ringing as your body convulses around him. He fucks you through it, chasing his own release before finally spilling into you with a deep moan. For a moment, all you hear is the panting of heavy breaths—then he collapses on top of you, pulling you into a crushing embrace.

"Mingyu! You're heavy!" you complain halfheartedly.

"Don't care," he mumbles, pressing a kiss to your bare shoulder.

You sigh but don't push him off. His weight is oddly comforting, like a human-weighted blanket.

"…How did you even get loose?" you murmur after a beat.

"Was never tied up in the first place, baby," he admits with a laugh, fingers carding through your hair.

"What?!" Your eyes widen. "So all that struggling against the ropes—"

"—was just for show," he grins. "You put so much effort into tying me up. Didn't wanna ruin your fun."

You pout. "I'll get you next time, Kim Mingyu."

"Good luck with that, babygirl," he teases.

"At least tell me you liked your present," you huff.

"Loved it," he says, pressing another kiss to your lips. "Put on quite the performance for me."

"You better be grateful. I worked hard on it," you mutter petulantly.

"Mmhm, thank you, my precious baby," he coos, sealing your lips in a slow, deep kiss.

You grin against his mouth, whispering, "Happy Birthday, Gyu."

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[loserboysandlithium]

Fantasy: Eddie x reader x Billy

Part one, part two, part three, part four

Four part mini series. Minors DNI. Explicit sexual content

I can't just walk up and ask him. Hey! Wanna fuck me and my boyfriend?

How do I do this? Fuck, he's pretty.

"Just an oil change?" Billy mumbles, bringing you out of your thoughts.

"Hmm? Oh, yeah. Just the oil... I think." you say shyly and he meets your eyes for the first time, giving you a little smile.

"Is that your car?" you gesture toward his Camaro. You know it's his. It's the same car he had in school. It still looks just as pretty.

He really smiles then. "Yeah, that's my baby." he grins, glancing over at his pride and joy. The topic opens up the door for conversation, and he begins to talk a little more as he changes your oil. You can’t help but watch him as he works, taking in his white tank top, little grease smears splattered all over it. The fabric clinging to his muscles.

There's something about a man with dirty hands. Working hands. Fuck me.

His sandy curls hang loose around his neck, freckles peppering his tan skin. His jeans hug his muscular thighs, the denim practically painted on. And that ass. Fuck.

He continues making small talk. Asking how life after school has been. It's been a while since you've seen him. Every once in a while you'd run into him in the grocery store or at a gas station but you always avoided him.

"You look good." he drawls and you notice his eyes slowly roaming over your body. He doesn’t try to hide it for a second. A mischievous glint in his pretty blue eyes as his lips curl into a smile.

Shit.. focus.

"So do you. You always do." you blurt out and he chuckles deeply.

Ask him. Say something.

"Good to go." he pats your hood and throws the greasy towel over his shoulder.

"Wait.. Billy. I have something to ask you." you mutter nervously.

He looks at you with a knowing smirk. He's so cocky but it's fucking hot. He already knows I want him.

"You wanna take me on a date, pretty girl?" he winks at you and you can’t stop yourself from blushing.

"Not exactly. I have a boyfriend." you say quickly.

"Okay... so we have to be like.. sneaky?" he asks, raising an eyebrow.

"Well, no. Not exactly."

Billy steps closer to you and you look up into his blue eyes. His stare makes you even more nervous. He’s so close. You can smell his cologne mixed with Marlboro’s, a little musky scent from his sweat.

"You have my attention." he winks, looming over you.

Here we go.

*******

Billy stands there awkwardly as he lights a cigarette. "I've uh.. never done something like this before." he mumbles, shuffling his feet as he inhales deeply, smoke filling his lungs. You look over at Eddie who is simply smirking at Billy’s discomfort, arms folded casually across his chest.

"So you're just gonna like.. watch?" Billy asks as he exhales the smoke slowly through his nostrils.

Billy had wasted no time saying he would happily "fuck your brains out". But he wasn't keen on the idea of a threesome.

"Until you ask me to join." Eddie states calmly.

"I won't." Billy answers sternly.

"Okay, alright.” Eddie laughs lightly, throwing his hands up in mock surrender. "Then yeah.. I'll just watch."

"You guys are fucking kinky." Billy chuckles as he turns his attention back to you.

"You ready, doll?" He gives you a look that makes you throb.

"Yes." you whisper as you pull the string of your robe. You let it fall from your frame leaving you in your favorite lingerie.

You watch as both of them look you up and down. "You look good, baby." Eddie rasps.

Billy nods in agreement, keeping his eyes on you as he places his cigarette in the ashtray and makes his way closer.

His hand reaches out, fingertips trailing lightly down your arm before his heavy hand lands on your hip. Your breath quickens as he leans in.

"Billy?" you breathe as his lips get closer.

"Yes?"

"I want it rough." you whisper and he smirks as he reaches down and picks you up easily, tossing you roughly to the bed. Oh shit.

You watch as he takes off his shirt, his chiseled body now on display. As he slips out of his jeans, Eddie comes to kiss you. You hold him close, fingers threading in his curls as his tongue slips in your mouth just for a moment.

His lips move to whisper in your ear. "Mmm, I’m so ready to fuck you myself, baby. But I can’t wait to watch him split you open.”

You moan softly at his words and he kisses you one more time before hopping off the bed.

"She's all yours." he announces to Billy and then suddenly he's on top of you. His weight feels different. Heavier. His body is radiating heat as his arms rest on either side of your head. His blue eyes are piercing. He’s so fucking close.

"Hi." you breathe out staring up at him. His chain dangles in the space between you.

"Hi." he returns with a charming smile. He glances over at Eddie and you quickly grip his chin, bringing his face back to you. You grip the chain pulling him down and finally his lips are on yours.

Your arms immediately wrap around his neck pulling him close. His kiss is firm but gentle.

You slip your tongue in his mouth and moan at the taste of him. Your tongues swirl together wildly, both of you panting into the kiss. Your hips lift up, pressing against his groin, craving any friction at all on your already aching clit. I can feel him. He's big, like Eddie. I knew he would be.

He hums into the kiss as he feels you grinding against his cock, his hand begins to wander your body. He cups your breast, squeezing gently, pulling a needy moan from you.

You keep your hand around his neck as you continue exploring his mouth with your tongue. You don't want his lips to leave yours. He tastes so good. His lips are soft and smooth, his tongue dancing with yours making your stomach flutter. You weave your fingers through his sandy curls as he slips his hand under your lace bra to tease your nipple between his rough fingers.

His lips separate from yours leaving you panting as he moves to suck on your neck. He’s not being easy, his suction sure to leave behind a deep bruise, a nice memory for when he’s gone. His hand travels lower, slowly trailing across your stomach until he finally meets your warmth. A sound almost like a growl escapes Billy’s chest as he realizes you’re wearing crotchless panties.

"You're so fucking wet." he groans into your neck making you smile.

"Touch me, Billy. Please." you whine and he brings his face back to yours as he runs a single finger up and down your slit. Teasing you in the most delicious way.

"You want my fingers, baby? My mouth? Tell me." he burns as he slips a finger inside of you.

"Mmm.. yes. Both.. fuck." you moan as you keep your eyes on his.

He grins wickedly as he begins kissing down your body. His lips are soft and warm as he plants kisses across your breast and stomach.

He removes his finger and spreads your legs wide. You look down and watch carefully as his tongue dips inside of you.

"Ohh.. fuck." you whimper as he licks up your dripping slit.

You've wanted to see this for so long. Billy Hargrove buried between your thighs. Fuck, it's just like you imagined.

Your hips buck up and he presses them back down forcefully, holding you in place as he begins to devour you.

Eddie's POV

Holy shit. I slowly stroke my cock as I watch Billy Hargrove going down on my girl. I never thought I’d see this day come. She's so fucking hot. Her eyes trained on him. Her mouth parted beautifully.

Her cries and whimpers are enough to make me cum already but I want to wait.

I want to cum with her. Need to cum with her.

I watch as she grips his hair tightly, pressing him deeper into her pussy. I can hear the sounds of his tongue lapping. His lips sucking wildly. His low moans being swallowed by her perfect cunt.

I understand. She tastes so fucking sweet.

I spit on my hand and lean back as I continue the slow motion up and down. I’m so fucking hard. Precum leaking from my tip. My cock is aching. Begging for the sweet release. It’s the best kind of torture. She squeals loudly as Billy enters two thick fingers.

You're killing me, sweetheart.

I can tell by her sounds that she's close. Her legs are propped up on Billy's shoulders. I keep my eyes on her as they begin to tremble around his head.

There you go, baby. Cum for him.

It’s almost as if she can hear my thoughts, the tightness in her stomach breaking as she cries out his name, her body jerking wildly. I pick up speed, my hand moving quickly up and down my cock, the slick sounds of me fucking my own hand only add to the obscene noises coming from the two of them. I hear a guttural moan come from Billy’s chest as my pretty girl cums on his face and hand.

I want to taste her. Fuck.. I'll get my turn.

I slow down my hand trying to hold out on busting already. Not yet.

He's about to fuck her. And I can only imagine it's gonna be rough.

Reader’s POV

"Oh my god." you pant as Billy comes up from between your legs. The evidence of your orgasm clear all over his face.

"You're fucking sweet, you know that?" he rasps before kissing you passionately. You taste yourself all over his tongue as he moans into your mouth.

He reaches down, taking his thick cock in his fist, running his tip up and down your pussy before slapping it on your clit again and again. He gives you no time to recover from your first orgasm, lining himself up.

You gasp as you feel the delicious stretch. He takes his time, slowly gliding himself inside. Your legs beginning to tremble immediately.

"You're.. fuck you're big." you whimper. He was almost the same size as Eddie. Just a bit thicker with a little more length. Your mind started swirling with thoughts of both of them inside of you. He'll just need a little convincing.

You look over at Eddie who is watching you with lustful eyes. His hand slides up and down his cock as he gives his lip a small bite. He shoots you a little wink causing your pussy clenches around Billy’s dick. Fuck, he's so hot.

You feel his cock bottom out, he’s so fucking deep you can feel him in your stomach. He pulls almost all the way out and slams back into you bringing your attention back to him.

"Holy fuck!" you squeal and he just smirks down at you, loving the reaction you’re giving him.

"You said rough." he teases with a slick grin.

You nod, your eyes filling with tears as he begins to thrust in and out. Slowly picking up his pace. He rolls his hips into you, pressing down on your stomach, the sensation sending your eyes rolling to the back of your head.

"You feel so fucking good..." he moans as you lift your hips meeting his thrusts.

You reach down taking the sheets in between your fingers, gripping tightly as his long cock fills you again and again. Each thrust seems to somehow reach even deeper.

His hands move to grip the headboard above as he continues pumping in and out agonizingly slow. You look down seeing his cock slick with your cum.

“How’s that feel, baby?”

“So good, Billy.” you sigh blissfully, feeling cock drunk already and he’s barely even fucked you.

"You like my cock stretchin’ you out?" he groans deeply, rotating his hips, stretching your pussy even more.

“Mmm.. faster, Billy. Please.”

“Poor thing.” Billy tuts. “Want me to stop teasin’?”

“P-please.” you beg again, your voice nothing but a whisper.

"Fuck Billy!" You gasp as he begins to thrust into you mercilessly, giving you everything you wanted. You reach up, running your hands down his abs before gripping his waist tightly.

You dig your nails into him as he completely destroys you. The headboard slams against the wall again and again as he pounds your soaked pussy.

"You're so fucking hot.." he praises, kneeling on the bed. He swiftly tosses your leg over his shoulder. His strong hand comes to grip your throat as he leans down.

"Make me cum, Billy." you plead, nothing but a desperate mess for him.

"I'm gonna make you cum. You're gonna cum all over my cock, baby." he burns as his grip around your throat tightens even more.

Billy meets your eyes and runs his tongue across his teeth, a smile playing on his pretty lips.

"Ready?" he teases.

"Yes.." you whimper.

"You sure?" he grins as he slowly pulls out.

"Billy. Fuck. Me." you sass, your bitchy tone making him almost cum right there.

Then the breath is knocked from your lungs as he slams into you. This time he doesn't hold back at all. His grip is tight around your throat as he fucks you with everything in him.

Your head falls back and your mouth drops open silently as your eyes fall shut. Your breasts bouncing with every wild thrust.

You turn your head to the side as your eyelids flutter to watch as Eddie pumps his hand quickly up and down his cock.

He's gonna cum. I can see it on his face.

"You gonna cum for me, baby?" Billy grunts as he drives into you, your pussy leaking around his cock, the creamy mess from your last orgasm coating every inch of his cock.

You nod quickly, feeling your leg shake against his shoulder. His fat tip kissing your sweet spot every time he enters you. You feel your body aching for the sweet release.

"Harder.." you barely manage to get the word out.

"Fuck.." Billy breathes as he quickly pulls out, flipping you over effortlessly. He slams your face into the mattress and enters you from behind.

You feel the sting of his firm hand against your ass and you cry out in pleasure. Your eyes zero in on Eddie as your mouth falls open again, little hums escaping your lips as Billy destroys you from behind.

His hand smacks your ass again and you feel your climax coming fast. You struggle to focus your sight on Eddie. Your eyes fighting to stay open. You force them open just long enough to see Eddie mouth one word in your direction.

'Cum.'

Your body reacts to his demand, your cum flooding Billy's cock. He moans deeply as he feels your pussy clenching around him. He keeps thrusting as you ride out your high. His hands massaging and groping your ass. He's breathing heavily as he pulls out of you, making you feel empty. You peek at Eddie, seeing his hand covered in his own sticky cum.

"Holy shit." you breathe, sitting up and turning to Billy, seeing his cock still rock hard. You take him in your mouth and begin sucking. His head falls back as you suck him clean of your juices.

"I want both of you." you purr, looking up at him.

He watches you carefully as you take him back in your mouth, swirling your tongue slowly around his tip.

"I... fuck.." he moans.

"She's really good at getting what she wants isn't she?" Billy chuckles looking over at Eddie.

"You're telling me." Eddie smirks.

You take him deep in your throat and look up at him through your eyelashes, fluttering them perfectly.

"Shit.. yeah.. yeah okay." Billy grunts. "Both of us."

Fuck yes.

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[keij0h]

⌗ 22:52 ┆nsfw

“Cheol.” you called out, sending a warning tone to your fiancé who has been shamelessly touching and nipping on your exposed skin for a bit now, the tips of his fingers softly fondling with the fabric of your robe that was barely on you. “Baby, what are you doing?”

He stopped to look at you for a moment, that dazed look on his eyes matching with the lazy smirk he had on his face.

“I’m simply..” he faltered, re-adjusting as he sat you down on his lap to face him. “..showing how much I missed you. That alright with you?”

You knew the tendencies of him being this way were likely high, especially because he hasn’t been able to control that nowadays. Though considering you practically agreed to be stuck with him forever, you have no choice but to give in to him. At all times.

A hitched sigh left your lips as the cold pads of his fingers draped through your inner thighs, going right through the ends of your robe. That was enough to suddenly alarm you, suddenly remembering your daughter’s dormant presence in the room next door. “Cheol– you’re gonna get us caught..”

“Yeah? But I want you inside..” he hummed, looking at you with hope in his eyes, hands subtly tying the silk knot in the small of your back. “Please, pretty? You love my cock right?”

You felt yourself clench with his mere words, giving him no answer as you let him slip off the thin clothing from your tense form. A soft mewl escaped your parted mouth as you watched his cock spring out from his loose sweatpants, a hint of pre-cum glazing the tip.

Seungcheol could subtly feel his ego being stroked at you gawking at his length, which was no different from the first time you did.

“Slow..” he instructed as you slid down on him, watching you taking him in whole as you sat down on his lap once more. “Yeah, just stay like that for me, baby..”

You on top of him has always been his favorite thing to look at. You just looked so damn pretty with your hooded eyes, lips quivering as your legs shook in the same manner. He once said that this was one of his favorite ways of being close to you. And you always seem to be proving that right each time you slowly move to rock your hips, emitting a grunt from him.

“Fuck– I fucking love you.”

could be standalone or part 2 to this !

[sturnsafterdark]

Surprise · M. Sturniolo

oh don't mind me... just thinking about matt coming home from tour. Instead of going home with his brothers, he gets an Uber straight to your place.

smutty smut smut. read at your own discretion.

He's pent up. So, so, pent up. He thought he was sexually frustrated after the last tour, but this one? Fuck. Last tour he didn't have someone waiting for him to come home. All he had to look forward to was the promise of rest and some privacy to finally get the chance to jerk off when he wanted. This time, he had you to look forward to and miss.

To clarify, it wasn't a bad tour. Not at all. It was so much fun. He loved every second. Well, nearly every second.

He didn't love the late nights. He'd get back to his bunk, or if he was lucky it was a hotel room, exhausted every night. There was also very little privacy, his brothers nearly always nearby. Even when he was in a hotel, he knew his brothers had the extra key to his room, they could barge in anytime.

Before going to sleep, his mind would wander to you. It always started innocently, thinking of your text messages from earlier or your phone conversations. Then, his mind would really wander off, despite his best efforts

He missed you. Every little thing. He missed your voice, your smile, your laugh when he'd say something funny. The way your eyes always seemed to twinkle.

He missed holding your hand. He missed hugging you, cuddling you close to him on the couch or in bed. He missed kissing you. He missed the feeling of your lips on him, of your hands on him, always so soft.

He missed undressing you, feeling like he was always unwrapping the most precious gift he'd ever been given. He missed laying you down, your hair fanning out against the pillow, eyes hooded as you watched his every move. He missed finally getting to the best part, slowing sinking into your tight-

Aaaaaand great. Now he's rock hard in the back of an Uber halfway to your place. Just wonderful.

Little did he know, you were feeling the exact same way. It was almost embarrassing to you. You were a grown woman. You had sex toys and pictures and videos saved of your extremely attractive boyfriend. There was no logical reason you couldn't satisfy yourself during his absence.

Except you couldn't. You had tried. Oh had you tried. One night you were so sexually frustrated you swore you were going to lose it and start gnawing at your bedframe or something. You could get close, but you just couldn't get all the way there. Your vibrator, your rose toy, your pink dildo, your own fingers; needless to say you tried it all.

But it wasn't him. It wasn't the same.

So here you both were, over a month long dry spell.

But you were ready to fix that. You knew your boyfriend was on his way over, just a little over 20 minutes away according to his last text to you.

Was some part of you ashamed of your plan to jump him the second he got in your door? Yeah, a very very small part. The rest was just burning with hot desire and longing.

You had showered, shaved, and moisturized every part of your body with Matt's favorite smelling body oil you had. You had adorned your body in his favorite lingerie set, smiling at the memory of the first time he had seen you in this set and how he had quite nearly ripped it off of you. You grabbed your black silk robe off your bed, putting it on and tying it securely as you made your way back to the living room, smirking to yourself at the though of what was to come as you heard Matt's key unlocking your front door.

"Baby?" Matt called as he opened your front door and stepped in, eyes quickly finding you. You felt heat rush to your face as you took in his hungry expression as he eyed your scantily clad form in the middle of the living room, quickly kicking your front door shut and locking it. You feel heat also rush to your core as you looked him over. He knew your weakness, an all black outfit and some slightly messy hair.

"I have a welcome home surprise for you" You whisper as you untie and drop the robe, it falling to the floor and pooling around your feet.

You swear you can see Matt's pupils dilate as he walks towards you. His hands come up as he finally arrives in front of you, one hand going to your waist as the other moved to the side of your neck, thumb caressing your jaw as he pulled you in for a searing kiss.

Matt's hand that was firmly holding your waist moves lower, caressing your skin as he moves to grab your ass. You gasp at the touch, leading him to deepen the kiss, his tongue tangling with yours. Your hands move from his shoulders to his chest, gently but firmly pushing him, making him fall back on the couch. He just looks like a walking billboard for sex right now. Hair messy, lips red and plump, pupils blown, sitting manspread on your couch.

You rest your hands on his shoulders as you move to straddle him, his hands coming up to steady you as you make yourself comfortable, him hissing as your core rests on his length that's straining against his jeans. You smirk at the sound, rocking your hips to grind against him, your smirk widening at the choked out groan that escapes Matt's lips.

The next rock of your hips wipes the cocky expression of your face as sparks shoot up your spine from Matt's thumb finding your clit through your panties and beginning to rub firm circles over the nub. Your thighs attempt to clamp together, as you whine softly.

"shhhh, lemme make you feel good too," matt coos softly, pressing tighter circles. You feel the knot in your stomach get increasingly tighter and tighter, but while you still have the ability to think you push his hand away, panting softly and shaking your head.

"wanna cum on you, with you," you tell him, breathless at just the mere thought. Your hands move to his belt buckle, making quick work of unfastening it and unbuttoning his pants. He raises his hips and helps you pull his pants off, then moving to remove his shirt. You straddle him once again, grasping him in your hand as you move to line yourself up, before slowly sinking down on his throbbing length as your eyes flutter closed and your mouth comes open in a soft O shape at the sensation of finally being together again.

You sit for a minute or so, adjusting to him like you always have to, especially when a whole entire month has passed since the last time. As your eyes flutter open, you take in the sight of your boyfriend. His head is thrown back against the couch cushion, eyes clinched shut. His hands are surprisingly not on you, instead they are both gripping the cushions tightly, veins in his arms on prominent display from the streets of his grip. He almost looks in pain.

"You okay?" You ask, giving an experimental roll of your hips causing you to sigh and him to groan.

"y-yeah sweetheart," he grits out, sounding strained, "it's just," he trails off.

"just what?" you question, your hands tilting his face to look at you.

"it's takin every bit of restraint I have to not absolutely rail you into this couch right now," he says huskily and bluntly.

At his words and bigger fire errupts in you, the knot in your stomach somehow getting tighter. Rail you? Now that was a new description for sex with him, and just the thought was glorious. You feel yourself automatically clinch around him at the thought, causing him to groan, gripping your hips firmly.

"please do" you tell him.

Its like a switch was flipped. In two seconds he has you under him, you on your back laying on the couch. One leg was slung around his hip, the other propped up on his shoulder. He drew his hips back, before slamming all the way back in, jolting your whole body. You cry out as he sets a brutal pace with strokes so deep you can hardly breath.

"So good for me," he praises, "missed you s'much."

"m-missed you" you blubber out, already a fucked out mess underneath him, your fingernails digging into his back, "s-so big," you cry.

A cocky smirk crosses Matt's face.

"yeah, baby? you take me so well," he praises you again, his jaw clinching as he feels your spongy warm walls become somehow tighter around him.

He slams into you again and again, the only noises in the room that could be heard was the sound of skin slapping together, lewd wetness from your arousal absolutely drenching him, and your shared moans that were constant.

Matt's hands move to your hips, lifting them slightly up off the couch. He quickly grabs one of your decorative pillows that had fallen off your couch, placing it under your hips to keep them elevated. The new angle this gave left you breathless, you moaning unintelligiblely as he continued his now deeper thrusts. Each thrust in had him rubbing against that perfect spot inside of you, his tip just kissing your cervix each time. Your walls spasm and contract even tighter, the knot in your stomach getting unbearably tight.

"gonna cum for me, baby? go ahead, pretty girl, make a mess f'me" he tells you. his words alone almost have you tumbling over the edge.

You couldn't finish just yet, you had one last surprise up your sleeve. Your hands weave into his hair, pulling him into you for a searing kiss.

"cum in me," you whisper breathlessly.

Matt swears he feels himself glitch. You feel his hips and dick twitch in response to your words. His thrusts become more brutal at your words, powerful thrusts moving you up the couch as he nears his high. One more precise thrust to the perfect spot inside you and that was it.

You cry out Matt's name on an endless loop and your body shudders through your orgasm. Feeling you cum and watching the pleasure wash over you was Matt's ending. He groans as he comes to rest, in you to the hilt as his dick twitches with each rope of cum that paints your swollen walls as he finishes inside you.

"y'perfect, y'know that? god, i love you" he whispers to you as he catches his breath.

"love you too," you sigh out, warm, sated, and content.

you both settle down into each other's arms, matt grabbing a blanket off the back of the couch and tossing it over you both. he presses soft kisses against your shoulder as he holds you. you both drift off into a peaceful sleep, finally feeling at home again.

[ive-been-timebombed]

Part one

Danny is the daddy! And king- same thing.

Summoning rituals are the absolute worst. It happens too often and always ends up with one too many bruises.

Red Hood shifted on his knees and pulled at the rope that held his arms behind his back. He looked to Nightwing who was to the right of him in a similar situation only with more rope and tighter knots, he kept escaping so the cultists improvised. Red Hood looked back to the main excitement in the room and rolled his eyes at the idiotic scene.

A big circle of intricate lines and displays of many items. There were five displays, which Jason can only assume were offerings, one had a bag of food that looked similar to batburger. The second had what looked like a child’s school project on the solar system. The third held a map and a.. baby’s doll.? Jesus, what is this idiot summoning? The fourth was of a bright green liquid... Lazarus Pits? It was brighter than the actual pits and looked cleaner. Not to mention the bubbling was also missing from the vile of the pits. The last was a plant and a bag of sand... Jason gave up on trying to understand whatever the hell the fugly dude was trying to summon.

Speaking of.. the man that was scurrying around the circle looking at it making sure everything was good. He looked insane, with almost bright blue skin, black hair, and cultist-type robes. Not to mention the slight transparency of the man. Jason decided his name was gonna be Wickham.

“Oh finally! I’ll get to summon my king to this blasted world” Wickham stepped back from his summoning circle with a wicked grin, “If only my king didn’t have such strange needs to be summoned..” Wickham looked over to the vigilantes and moved in front of them his hands folding behind his back

“I guess you guys don’t know what I’m summoning do y’all?” Oh great.. he’s about to go on a rant.. “Don’t worry! You’ll find out soon!” Wickham turned to his circle again and stood in front of it. He got down to his knees bowing his head and bringing his hands together. He started to speak, a language Jason had never heard, and by the sounds of it neither had Dick.

The circle started to glow the Lazarus green. Jason felt like he couldn’t breathe. The weight of the ritual was suffocating, and despite feeling like he could grasp Wickham's words, they remained nonsensical.

Strangely enough, Jason couldn’t understand what he was feeling. It felt like longing for something that he never had.. like a warm hug from his father, Willis. He could feel excitement and yearning for the green to overcome the room and cover him in the comfort of.. the distant memory of singing and the cold of a rooftop.

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Despite what many had assumed of Danny, he quite enjoyed the summonings. They weren’t too often and gave him an excuse to leave his boring meetings. When he felt the pull of a summons he grinned and waved to the idiot ghosts that were arguing in front of him and disappeared.

He opened his eyes seeing the usual scene of his summonings.. ignoring the strangely dressed mortals that were tied up near the wall.

“King of the Infinite Realms, Ancient of space and the unknown, Defeater of Pariah Dark, Honored of the Far Frozen, Knight of-“ The summoner listed off. Danny sighed he should really get rid of most of the titles..

“Blah- Blah- Blah. What do you want, Mortal..”Danny asked looking down at the summoner and hesitated at the end seeing the slight transparency of him..

The summoner stopped speaking and bowed further to the ground, “My King! I ask that you cleanse this cursed world and take it for your own! With me as your trust-“ Danny once again interrupted

“I’m good, already own this dimension. It’s only one of the infinite-“ Danny groaned before he froze.. this dimension.. it was his home dimension. The very same he was born in and dead. The same he protected with his undead life when ghosts invaded his town.. The same he left his child in to live in..

“My liege?” The summoner spoke up hesitantly glancing up at the halfa.

Danny didn’t bother to acknowledge the mortal. He was to distracted by the small very similar essence to his own only a few steps away. He looked to the tied up mortals and stared at the one that had a red helmet. The red helmet stared back his core begging for help and the support of its paternal core essence.

When Danny was first introduced to the idea of being king he was put in lessons by the many leaders around the realms. First was with Frostbite, the Leader of the Far Frozen, who taught him the biology and science behind ghost. Embarrassingly, he also had to sit through the sex talk once again. But from what he was taught when a ghost has a child or Ling short for Ghostling. That Ling would be connected to its parents or parent for ectoplasm as it would be to young to absorb ectoplasm on its own. The steady stream of ectoplasm would be used to power the young ghostlings core and nurture it to start absorbing ectoplasm on its own. The connection also helped the parent when they needed the location of their ling or just wanted to check up on them. The connection was like a cellphone that only connected to the child to the parent. It told them the location, needs, even if the Ling needed extra ectoplasm. It could be used for a call to come or even a scream for help.

When Danny was younger he had a kid.. the baby was an accident that he didn’t know about till it was left on his doorstep with a letter saying it was his. He called the kid his Baby JayJay short for Jason. He couldn’t feel a core inside the child so he assumed that Jay didn’t inherit his ghostly habits. So he didn’t form the connection between their cores, he didn’t want to hurt the still living soul of his baby by feeding it unneeded ectoplasm. Danny couldn’t stay in his dimension however.. due to the active laws against his kind. And he didn’t want to drag his child into something he didn’t need to be apart of. So he forced down his core wants and said goodbye to his baby JayJay. Then left for the infinite realms to be crowned and ever wondering what happened to his baby.

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Jason couldn’t describe the feeling when he saw the being Wickham had summon finally appear.

It was a human body despite the many not human things. Their hair was a snow white and their eyes glowed a bright green. The clothes they wore had similarities of kings clothing it was a black with gold accents and a star covered cape. The cape floated like it went beyond gravity which Jason assume it did. The man had sharp canines and pointed ears. His hair floated similar to his cape, defying gravity. The feet of the being faded to invisible as it reached the floor. The glowing green flickering off to blue crown on the beings head drooped back a the being landed on the ground.

“King of the Infinite Realms, Ancient of space and the unknown, Defeater of Pariah Dark, Honored of the Far Frozen, Knight of-“ Wickham started before being interrupted by the being.. King Phantom?

“Blah- Blah- Blah. What do you want, Mortal..” The kings voice was echoey and smooth, Jason swore he heard the voice before.

“My King! I ask that you cleanse this cursed world and take it for your own! With me as your trust-“ Do Wickham was a stereotypical cultist. Only wanting one thing that will likely never gain. The being interrupted him again.

“I’m good, already own this dimension. It’s only one of the infinite-“ The king rolled their eyes before they froze their voice stopping with them. They were looking off into the distance so Jason could only guess the being realized something.

Wickhams voice felt muffled when Jason heard him as the being looked straight at him and Jason stared back.

[starcrossed-lov3rz]

The Vow Spoken Through Time - Part 9

Daemon x Rhaenyra x Wife!Reader

Series: Series Masterlist

Warnings: MDNI, canon-typical violence, threats, yelling, plot

Tags: marriage, poly relationship, Daemon being hopelessly in love with his wives, Queen!Rhaenyra

Words: 1.2K

Description: Y/N is having a rough morning. She's fired. She's hungover. She's in a stranger's bed. She's waking up in a new world? She's married?!

Rhaenyra and Daemon's day started normal. Waking up next to their darling wife before tending to their duties. The difference? Their wife is speaking in riddles and has no memories of them.

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The hair on your neck stands up, and you whip around to see the woman in white.

“Welcome worlds-walker.”

“You-” You step back, hand going down to grab the knife you keep for protection.

“I wish to speak without the dragons breathing down our necks.” The woman stalks towards you, pulling her hood back. “Walk with me.”

You shakily return your dagger to its sheath, falling in step beside her. “What do you mean I must return?”

“We are all pieces of ourselves.”

“You keep saying that, but what does it mean,” you huff.

The witch stops, turning her head to meet your eyes. “Did you not think it odd that you entered this world in a familiar face and foreign body?”

A gasp catches in your throat, “so you mean there is another y/n? Is she in my world?”

The witch sighs, turning back to continue along the path. The godswood becomes denser the further you both walk, the path becoming overgrown as the trees close in. “It is complicated. There is another, but I know not where she is. She may be in your world, she may be trapped in another.”

A shiver runs down your spine. The logical part of you always knew there was another y/n here. One who fell in love and married Daemon and Rhaenyra all those years ago. One who raised children, attended balls, and rode dragons. “Can’t you wave some magic wand and find her?”

“No, but you can.”

“How am I supposed to do that?”

“You are as much the y/n of this world as she is of you,” the witch stops in front of a larger, gnarled tree. Her hands reach out to touch the face carved into the trunk. 

“The heart tree,” you breathe.

The witch grabs your hand, guiding you to press your palm to the trunk. “Focus and listen.”

You close your eyes, evening your breath. You hear seagulls crying as waves crashing against rock and feel wind biting against your skin. “My love, are you alright?” 

Your eyes blink open to see a younger Rhaenyra standing across from you, holding a flower crown. “Nyra?”

She grins, placing the flower crown on your head and pulling you in for a kiss. Her forehead rests against yours as her hands settle on your hips. “You are going to make a beautiful queen, y/n.”

Even though you want to wrap your arms around her, you find yourself unable to move. It’s as if you’re watching through the eyes of another as your body moves on its own. “Queen? My love I need no title as long as I am free to stay by your side.” You watch as your arms reach up to move the flower crown to Rhaenyra’s head.

You blink and the scenery shifts. Daemon and Rhaenyra face you, dressed in white and red robes. Red blood is smudged on their foreheads, a cup in their hands as they look at you expectantly. This must be when you were married to them both.

“Sȳndroro ōñō jēdo.” The language feels foreign on your tongue despite the months you had spent learning. Daemon and Rhaenyra’s y/n was definitely unfamiliar with the language.

“Rȳ kīvia mazvestraksi.” Daemon finishes.

Before you can kiss your bride and groom, the memory shifts again. “Rhaenyra what’s happening?! Where is my baby?” 

You’re screaming, tears streaming down your face. Rhaenyra is holding back tears, shaking her head. “Y/n, my love, I’m so sorry.” 

“I want to see her, where is she?! Where’s Visenya?!” 

“She didn’t make it,” Daemon says from his position behind you. Your knees buckle beneath you, almost dropping you to the ground. You feel Daemon’s arm loop around you, keeping you up.

The world shifts, and you’re now alone in your shared chambers in the red keep. Your head is pounding, the pain unbearable. Comparing it to a migraine would be an understatement. “I think I need to lie down,” you hear yourself say. As you climb into bed, you notice that you’re wearing the same shift as the day you arrived in this world. 

This time, you open your eyes to see the heart tree in front of you. Something is off though, the leaves are lighter and the sky is dark. You drop your palm from the trunk. “Take care of them for me.” Your head whips around as you hear a voice eerily similar to your own. 

“It’s you,” you breathe. Daemon and Rhaenyra’s y/n is standing behind you, dressed in the shift from the last memory. 

She nods, walking forward to grasp your hands. Her hands are cold to the touch. “I’m sorry for bringing you here, but I could not bear to leave them alone.”

“You brought me here?”

“I never woke up that morning,” she responds. “I know it is selfish of me to pull you from your world to take my place. If you wish to leave, you may. But I beg of you to reconsider.”

You wrap her into a hug, tears pricking your eyes. For the first time, you actually understood her. Her love, her pain, her loss. You want to tell her how much you love Daemon, Rhaenyra, and the kids. Nothing comes out, but you feel as though she can understand you without words. “You’ve given me so much.”

She pulls away from you, wiping your tears. “Thank you.” The wind picks up, blowing leaves between you both. She disappears as they pass. You reach out to ask her to wait, but your hand hits something hard. You’re back in the godswood, hand on the heart tree.

“What did you see?” the witch asks.

“Everything,” you breathe softly. Your hand drifts to your chest, as if you could soothe the pounding of your heart. “I saw everything.” 

“Where is she now? We must return you both.”

You shake your head. “She is gone. She asked me to stay.” 

“You cannot simply take the place of another. You do not belong here.” 

“We are all pieces of ourselves,” you say, throwing the witch’s own words back to her. She sighs, shaking her head. 

“Surely there is something, someone, in your world that you would miss,” she offers. “Are you sure that you would leave all of that behind to stay here?”

You hesitate. As much as you love your family here, you had never considered the possibility that going home was an option. Would you really be able to give up your former life for the family you found here? 

“I don’t have much there,” you answer. “My past is done, and my future is here.”

She nods, “I understand. If you reconsider, return to the godswood. I will be waiting.” 

“Thank you.” 

The witch waves you away. “Return to your dragons, they are looking for you.”

As she waves her hand, the quiet of the godswood is cut short as you hear several people yelling your name. Daemon and Rhaenyra must be looking for you. “I’m here!”

NOTE: Thank you all for being so patient! Happy HOTD Sunday! Y/N has the option to stay or go? What will she do? It looks like she is going to stay.....for now.... Also, there are some ppl who I can’t tag, so if you’re listed and the tag list and not receiving notifications, please check that your settings are on “allow this blog to appear in search results” or message me if I messed up the spelling! ~ Lacie <3

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[abstractdogwolfthing]

Dream reference sheet!!

And his weapon

I’ll switch 50/50 on my interpretation of his outfit and the OG one. The bow will also change a lot cuz of the excuse of it morphing to Dream’s convenience lol

Also fun fact: His bow can turn into a cellphone

The shoes: don’t mind them too much, I hate shoes lol, just go crazy with them

The archer hood looks sloppy cuz I got LAZY…

And the amount of prongs on his cape and robes I also don’t rlly care

Dream himself belongs to Jokublog :3

NM’s ref sheet

Nim’s ref sheet

Baby Apple Twins ref sheet

[justagurl19]

HARD TO TRUST, HARD TO LOVE

Pairing: Mattheo Riddle × fem!reader

Warnings: panic attack, attempted murder, (first fanfic, English not as a native language)

Summary: reader and her boyfriend Mattheo planed a date tonight, so why reader isn't in her dorm room?

It's known to the entire wizarding world that Mattheo Riddle never listens to rules.

He likes to change the time of their dates, change the location of the dates, and alter everything the two agreed on hours ago just because he could, but he always shows up. No matter what happened, Mattheo Riddle never stood her up.

So when y/n returned to her dorm by the end of the day and found a note on her bed that said "be ready at 10 baby, I'm waiting by the gate" she wasn't surprised at all. Even though Mattheo and she had planned their date for an hour later , meeting in her dorm for a usual cuddles-and-movie night, when you're dating The Mattheo Riddle for almost two years, you get used to his spontaneous nature

She quickly changed her outfit, adding another layer of clothing for the cold weather outside, putting on her shoes and running down the stairs to the open gate near the tree where Mattheo and she always cuddled between classes.

There stood her boyfriend, dressed in a black hooded robe, with the hood over his head. She wrapped her hands around herself; she hadn't realized how cold the night would be.

"Matt, where are we going?"

"It's a surprise" he said and reached for her hand.

A typical Mattheo Riddle answer. She chuckled to herself and took his hand as he walked them to the Forbidden Forest.

She should have listened to her gut feeling, telling her that this is not what it seems like, urging her to turn around and run back.

But how could she? When her boyfriend is walking beside her, holding her hand so gently, caressing the back of her hand with his thumb, and looking at her with those big brown eyes that she adored so much.

But when they got near a lake, where the fireflies danced around themselves and spread light at the dark night...she noticed something...something that made her stomach turn and her body freeze.

"Matt... what happened to your nose?"

Even though it was a stupid question to ask -after all, when Mattheo's face was revealed to her by the light of the fireflies, his nose was completely fine... but that's not how it should be.

His hand tightened around hers, his other hand going to his wand pocket, drawing out his wand and pointing it at her. "My father fixed it"

"Your father- What do you mean your father?" After they had started dating, Mattheo swore to her that he would never speak to his father again. He ignored all the letters that were sent to him, and started staying in Hogwarts during the holiday breaks.

Wand still pointing at her, his facial expression completely changed. Now he was looking at her with a dark smirk, eyes so dead that she almost couldn't see them in the cold night.

No. There is no way he got back in contact with his father. Voldemort was his biggest fear. She remembered the nights she had to talk him out of his nightmares, telling him he is not like his father.

But when looking at him now, with that deadly expression and his wand scratching her neck, Y/n realized, that for the first time in almost two years, she was scared of Mattheo Riddle.

So she did the only thing that she could think of.

"Avada-"

She kicked him in between his legs. And ran.

He groaned and fell to the ground, she seized the opportunity, turned around and ran as fast as she could.

Leaves crunching at her feet, hair getting into her eyes and her lungs burning as she ran as fast as she could, out of the forest, away from him.

When she reached Hogwarts' gate, even though she shouldn't, she turned around.

There, by a tree - their tree - stood her lovely boyfriend, smirking that dark smile one last time, before turning to smoke and disappearing. Leaving her heart beating fast.

A heart that is now also broken.

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If there's one thing Mattheo Riddle knows, it's that the love of his life loves him as much as he loves her.

So when he knocked on her door for the third time without an answer, he started to worry. Where could she possibly be?

With a quick "Alohormora" he opened the door and entered, only to find her room empty. She once told him that most of the time her roommate prefers to spend the day at her girlfriend's dorm, so he wasn't surprised when he didn't see her.

But.... where is y/n?

Just as he turned to go look for her, he saw something on her bed. A note.

"be ready at 10 baby, I'm waiting by the gate"

His breath hitched.

There's two options. Either she's cheating on him- It would come as a surprise, but it wouldn't be the first time he found "his girl" in another man's arms.

But not y/n.

Never y/n.

And that leaves us with the second option, which Mattheo had to admit-was worse.

He turned toward the door, ready to sprint to - he didn't even know where- when the door opened.

His scared face experical turned into a big smile when he saw his beautiful girlfriend at the door. Though she didn't look at him the same way, not at all.

Her eyes grew in horror, a wand in hand pointing at him in a matter of seconds, and dried tears turned into new ones, streaming down her cheeks.

Mattheo, who wasn't ready to this reaction at all, took a step back.

"Baby, what are you doing? Lower your wand please"

He was about to come closer when he noticed she was shaking. His heart sank, was she... scared of him?

"Stay back! Don't come near me!" She didn't know what happened to him, but there's no way she's letting him get any closer to her.

That's when he noticed a mark on her neck, not quite a hickey.... more of a....bruse.

"Y/n. What happened to your neck?"

"I - what?"

Her broken heart couldn't hold all those mixed feelings. The look in his eyes- so caring, so warm- and it killed her to look at him anymore. But she couldn't lower her guard.

"I said, what happened to your neck? who did this to you?" Mattheo asked again with a worried expression- a worried expression? She was so confused. her mind trying to piece together the puzzle pieces without a final picture.

But then, she noticed something. again.

The familiar bruise was back on his nose, competing the face of her dear boyfriend.

Her dear boyfriend who had tried to kill her not even 10 minutes ago.

Shit. She should've known.

"It wasn't you there, right?"

"Wasn't me.....where?"

she ran to him.

Closing the distance between the lovers, She threw her arms around his neck, and sobbed. She was so sick of crying, her dry tears being replaced by new ones for the third time that day.

Mattheo was so confused.

One second his girlfriend is bursting into her dorm with a bruise on her neck and asking him if he was present in a situation he didn't even know about, and the next second she'd running- sobbing- into is arms, so fragile and tearful.

"My love, don't cry. Tell me what has happened."

So she did.

From the moment she had read the note to the moment where she had found herself being held with a wand to her neck by none other than her lovely boyfriend.

"I know I was stupid to think it would actually be you there, but is was just so much- and he looked just like you"

"shhhh, baby it's okay, you're okay now, im here with you"

Mattheo took her to her bed and stayed with her, caressing her hair until she fell asleep.

And while holding his beautiful sleeping girlfriend in his arms, Mattheo realized two things:

One, that he had to stand up to his father

Two, that he would protect his girl for the rest of his life, spending every second making sure she would never get hurt again.

even if it meant letting her go.

Thank you so much for reading my first fanfic!!

may this one be a start of many to come.

Requests are open as usual

Bye love 🤍

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[oncasette]

elfsong tavern — "why are you mad?" "i'm not mad, i just think you can choose better people to kiss." with our baby astarion ᰔ

𝗜 𝗖𝗢𝗨𝗟𝗗 𝗡𝗘𝗩𝗘𝗥 𝗕𝗘 𝗬𝗢𝗨𝗥 𝗪𝗢𝗠𝗔𝗡

spawn!astarion x fem!reader, very brief gale x fem!reader

summary: 1.2k

“I’m not angry,” he bites before his voice falls to a whisper. “I just think you have better options when it comes to choosing who to celebrate your heroic victory with, is all.”

You laugh. You honest to gods laugh and Astarion can’t fight the heat trailing up to the tips of his ears. “What?”

or the one where astarion gets a little jealous at the tiefling party.

a/n: i know this was supposed to be a blurb but i got a tad carried away. oops?

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Ugh, Gale.

Astarion honestly shouldn’t care, shouldn’t let this bother him to the degree at which it is. Watching the wizard schmooze you all evening should be the least of his worries, but his eyes ache under the force he’d used to roll them to the back of his head and his scowl is starting to become permanently etched into his face. He doesn’t care, he decides. Tells himself it’s the vinegary wine that’s marred his evening, not the way you’re hanging onto every cheesy word no doubt dripping from the wizard’s tongue. 

Because, why would he care? Why would he have any feelings about the obnoxious flirting in front of him, lesser that, why would he have any feelings about you and your obviously poor courting choices. He bites his tongue as he watches Gale’s head tilt. The sharp twinge of blood, his own, this time, sparks through his mouth when he notices the way you’ve mirrored the other man’s posture. He scoffs inwardly, but he doesn’t make the inclination of turning away from the display. Instead, he watches the way your eyes twinkle just a bit. The way you seem to be holding in the breathiest of laughs, your fingers dancing up Gale’s robes to rest on his bicep. The blasted wizard’s hand beneath your chin. 

Then, for a millisecond at best, your gaze flickering over toward him. Something hot flushes through him. His jaw clenches, teeth clanging together violently, as he watches your lips meet. This shouldn’t bother him the way it does. He has no claim over you, not even sure he has the true desire to, to own you in that way. Not yet, at least. Just because you’d been kind enough to lend him your neck on some evenings, that shouldn’t send something akin to fire seething through his bones. 

He sets his goblet down on the table outside of his tent, suddenly far less in the mood for whatever celebration the refugees were hosting in your camp. He yanks the rope holding his tent flap open shut behind him as he retreats into solitude. His head is reeling, jaw sore, fangs prickly with the desire to bite down on something. He lies back on his bedroll and jams his fingers against his temples in an attempt to get the dull throbbing to subside. Astarion doesn’t notice his tent being opened until he hears your voice.

“Are you alright?” you ask delicately and he nearly snarls. He bites down on it before it has a chance to really present itself to you. 

“Flap’s closed for a reason, darling,” he grunts. “But, please, disturb my brooding.”

He elects not to look at you, keeping his eyes firmly shut.

“Is the party that bad?” you ask as you continue to linger at the entrance. He can almost see you now, fingers twiddling with themselves and your posture hunched. He almost wants to laugh. He would have, had it not been for the other emotion currently clogging his system.

Astarion grunts in response.

“They’re celebrating you, too, you know,” you offer, shuffling until you’ve seated yourself at the edge of his bedroll. 

“Are they now?” he gasps dramatically, fluttering his eyes open just enough to shoot a look at you. His eyes are hooded, brows furrowed. You nod in response and he thinks he wants to scream when you offer him one of those saccharine grins. He used to think those were reserved for him. How wrong he was.

“Why are you so upset?” you ask. Your brow stitches together in worry. “You seemed perfectly cheerful earlier.”

“You mean when we were in the throes of slaughtering our weight in goblins?” he chirps. You nod, reaching a hand out to graze his but deciding better of it halfway there.

“What is it? Why are you angry?” you ask after a beat of silence. 

“I’m not angry,” he bites before his voice falls to a whisper. “I just think you have better options when it comes to choosing who to celebrate your heroic victory with, is all.”

You laugh. You honest to gods laugh and Astarion can’t fight the heat trailing up to the tips of his ears. “What?”

He sneers. The audacity.

“Spending your evening with Gale,” he huffs, the scowl returning to his lips. “Lots of other perfectly fine companions you could’ve chosen to spend your evening with. Hells, even the refugees were bidding for your time, but no. You chose to celebrate your victory with the wizard.”

Your fingers prod the tip of his inflamed ear and he wretches back with horror. His face flushes a deeper shade of burgundy. 

“You’re jealous.”

“Ha! Of Gale? Hardly.”

“You could have come and talked to me yourself.”

“And ruin the wizard’s first attempt at getting laid?” 

You look down at him, something stern attempting to mask the mirth dancing around in your eyes.

“He was just being friendly,” you huff.

“You are disastrously blind, darling,” he says, slowly sitting up on the bedroll and tucking his criss-crossing his legs. “That was not a kiss amongst friends.”

“So, you are upset about the kiss,” you say, nearly sounding victorious. You lean forward until your noses are nearly touching. Asterion's ears tilt down, something a little softer glinting through his crimson gaze. 

This was not how this was supposed to go. He was supposed to seduce you, entrance you, lure you into the woods for something far more carnal than this. He was losing ground here, and fast. 

“I-” 

Something clicks into place in his brain.

His palm comes up to cup your jaw, tilting your face up as his posture lengthens. His eyes thin out, hooding his gaze under a haze of lust. He muffles the laugh that crawls up his throat as he watches your eyes seem to glaze just a bit. Yes.

“My sweet,” he purrs. “Was this all just a ploy for my attention? Did you play with the poor wizard’s feelings because you knew I was watching?”

He can taste the hesitation on your tongue. He inhales, body alight with something else now entirely. Your breath hitches and he licks the point of his fang in anticipation.

“Hm?” he taunts.

“N-no,” you stutter out. You feel off-balance, tossed about in the sudden change in the atmosphere.

“No?” he clicks his tongue. He leans in closer. His mouth is a hair's breadth away from yours and you taste utterly divine already. Eyes closing, he brushes his lips across yours, but never fully bridges the gap.

“No.”

“Then whyever are you sitting so prettily in my tent right now? Far, far away from the wizard’s precious kisses,” he sighs. His tongue peeks out. Just a taste, he decides. Your own eyes close, hands trembling in your lap. Your only response is a sharp gasp as Astarion kisses you fully, mouth slanting over yours in a way that has rational thought escaping you completely. His brow furrows as he presses in further. 

Perfect, he thinks. Perfect, perfect, perfect. He’s got you right where he wants you.

You whine into him and he has to fight the urge of biting down into your plush bottom lip. He lets you lead, to an extent. Lets you pull away when you’re ready, lets you rest your forehead against his as you catch your breath. Lets your fingers find his as you lean in for another taste.

Yes, he’s got you exactly where he wants you. Though, he’s not entirely sure his motivations for keeping you there are the same as they were when he started.

[discountlittlebro]

Angel who is so dainty and oh so genderless, "I don't do labels" until the demon forcemascs the shit out of him is that anything

They also beat the shit out of each other with flaming swords and twisted daggers because why not

The demon has been watching them for awhile. Everytime he thinks he knows, he doesn’t. The curves are soft, hair short, eyes round and doey. His lips are pouted and chest is flat. Their voice doesn’t give anything away either, and really all the demon wants to know is what’s under that stupid Lacey gown. Ofcourse he isn’t ever expecting the angel to let him see, they’re constantly at each others throats.

“Hey pretty bird, gonna sing a song for me today?” He asks when the angel walks by, only scoffing and rolling their eyes.

“Why would I ever sing for you? You’re not worthy. You’re damned already, there’s nothing I could sing for you.”

Demon Hums but continues his stride by their side. This is routine. He’ll hang around, push some buttons, just enough to watch that face turn red and words turn truely spiteful.

“Give me a chance and I’ll make you sing real pretty for me, doll. Just gotta get you out of those clothes. What’s an angel look like under those wraps anyway?”

The angel pulls their clothes tighter to their body, cheeks heating up a light pink and lips turning to a frown.

“Come on, I’m sure you’re a real pretty girl under there.” The angel glares, making the demon put his hands up in surrender. “Or boy. You’re a real pretty boy, aren’t you?” That gets a different reaction. A spark of something in the angel eyes.

“I’m not a girl or a boy. Angels are genderless, regardless of what’s under our uniforms. We don’t do labels, there’s no need. Sex is a sin.”

“Oh I think you’re wrong there, sweet boy. I think you know you’re a boy but you’re just too scared to say it. Come on, no one else is here. You can say it. You a pretty boy?”

It happens fast. The fist that makes contact with his face, drawing blood from his nose and lip. He’s stood in shock, watching the way the angels lip trembles and their chest heaves.

“Didn’t think you had it in you, pretty boy.” The demon quips, wiping away the stray stream of red with his thumb.

“Stop it. You’ll get me introuble. We’re not supposed to…want those things. Okay? Please for once will you just drop it?”

Ofcourse he doesn’t. He grabs the dainty boy by his arm and drags him into an empty alley. Slams him into a wall and points a silver dagger just under his chin. The Angel looks at him, wide eyed and shivering under his touch.

“Everything’s a sin with you angels, isn’t it? Always denying yourself the simple pleasures. You lot wouldn’t be so stuck up if you just learned to enjoy the little things. Like having your cock played with.” His hand is slipping through the robes, feeling between the angels legs and into his cunt. His fingers dance over his little dick, perked and hidden under the hood. The way the Angel gasps and tries to throw his head back further against the brick wall makes the demon throb in his pants. “There it is. Your pretty little cock, probably so neglected. Tell me do you ever touch it? Ever give it any attention? What do you when you feel that ache between your legs?” His fingers continue working at him the entire time.

“I…I don’t do anything I..I’m not su-supposed to hmmm…”

“Don’t lie to me, Angel. What do you do, really, when your little cock gets hard and your cunt gets all wet.”

The angel bites his lip, looking to the side.

“I…sometimes I’ll rub against m-my pillow…I don’t mean to though! My clit just gets so- ah!!” He’s cut off by a pinch to the sensitive bundle.

“That’s not your clit, baby boy. That’s your cock. You’ll address it as such, cause you’re a pretty boy right? And that’s what boys have, cocks.”

“We’re..we’re not supposed to lean towards either gender- fuck! Please please please!!” Another harsh pinch, fingers that tug. It brings tears to the angels eyes.

“Stop denying yourself. Let it feel good. Let yourself be who you really are. What are you?”

The angel whines, body shaking against the wall and face bright red. His hips have started moving against the hand between his legs.

“I’m..I’m a boy! I’m a boy, I know it. I know I’m a boy, okay? I know I am. But I can’t, you wouldn’t understand! I can’t just be that, okay! I could lose my wings, my halo, I could fall.”

The demon leans in, pointed teeth now against the angels neck.

“I think you’ll find there’s worse things in life than falling. But I get it. That’s fine. How about when it’s just us, you’re a boy? Does that sound good, baby?” He sinks his teeth into the pale skin between his neck and shoulder, marking his claim on the boy.

The angel lets out a choked sob, legs shaking when he cums against the demons fingers. He’s slumped into his body, energy drained and fight gone.

“What could you possibly understand about what I’m going through?” He mumbles, head against the demons shoulder now. The blade is still pressed against his skin but he doesn’t care much for it now. It’s an after thought, an empty threat.

The demon doesn’t say anything, just grabs the angels hand and slides it down his pants. The angel gasps when he feels the familiar slit and button like dick. He leans back to meet his eyes, and the demon just smiles.

“Not all sinners are born this way. Some of us were song birds once too.”

[ilovemyladboyz]

Sneaky Kitten (MDNI)

Sylus (LaD) x Reader

Summary: “Now where is that stupid brooch..” you start to pat the front of his down softly, making sure not to wake him. You huff softly as you start to lift the opening of his robe and his rough hand grabs your wrist. “What do you think you’re doing, kitten?”

Warnings - Smut

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As you sneak into Sylus’s room you smirk softly.. seeing him sleeping soundly. “look who doesn’t have their guard up now..” you mutter to yourself as you walk next to him bed and gently prop your knee up. “Now where is that stupid brooch..” you start to pat the front of his down softly, making sure not to wake him. You huff softly as you start to lift the opening of his robe and his rough hand grabs your wrist. “What do you think you’re doing, kitten?” his eyes are hooded with slumber, “I’ll just be going now..” you chuckle awkwardly and start to get up when he grabs you and flips you onto your back.. him hovering inches from you now. “Answer my question..” you blink.. “your..” you glance away, “i was trying to find that stupid brooch..” you mutter out. “mmm and you thought undressing me would do the trick kitten.?” he pushes your hair from your face and caresses your cheek. “I- i wasn’t- trying.. i wasn’t..” He snickers, “you seem.. nervous..” he leans down next to your ear biting your ear lobe.

His rough big hands run down your body “you want to find that ‘stupid brooch’ have at it.. darling.” he gestures to his body. “come on.. don’t be shy, you weren’t just a little bit ago..” he kisses down your neck. “Sylus..” you mutter. “say it again.. say my name again.” you feel hip hips rut softly against yours, “Oh, Sylus..” your hips buck into his.. “mmm.. fuck..” he whispers. You wrap your arms around his neck pulling him closer to whisper in his ear, “I need you Sy..” he chuckles deeply, “do you now kitten? desperate..” he pulls the ribbon of his robe.. letting it fall open and his bare body show. “well? darling don’t look so shocked..” you can’t help but be shocked.. “you’re too.. big..” you mumble. “we will make it fit..”

He takes his time with you, undressing you and handling you as if your were glass.. when you’re finally down to your underwear he kisses from your ankle to your core.. “you’re beautiful, name” a shiver racks through your body as he gets closer and closer to your heat.. he kisses right about your panties then pulls them down with his teeth. “gorgeous.. absolutely beautiful..” he mutters and kisses your clit, running his tongue up your wet slit. Your hips buck up into his mouth- his nose bumping your clit beautifully. He hums against your heat as he devours you like you’re his last meal, “so sweet..” “could eat you all day baby..” “gods, i think your ruined dessert for me..”

He makes your cum on his fingers and in his mouth a couple times before tugging your against his hardened member. “tell me when you’re ready, darling.” you nod softly at his words.. “okay.. you can start-” you gasp as he starts nudging his way in.. your pussy already feeling full. “you didn’t have to bottom out right away Sylus-” your voice is shaky “i’m not bottomed out darling..” your eyes widen and you look at where you two are connected.. he still has maybe 4 inches to go.. “just tell me when to keep going..” he whispers. You swallow and nod, “Okay..” he keeps inching his length in until his pelvis meets yours.. “god you’re so tight baby..” he had to hold back from cumming right there. “Move Sylus.. please-” He starts moving his hips slowly occasionally rolling them.

Soon he starts rutting against you like a virgin and you have to hold back from screaming in pleasure, “Gods sylus- slow.. slow down..” moan “feels so- good.. i’m gonna..” he leans down “come on baby.. please.. i need it..” you claw his back as your feel your release shatter through you and your see stars “that’s it baby.. f-fuck.. god- i’m gonna cum..” he keep snapping his hips against yours- wanting to draw another orgasm out of you. “In me sylus- cum i-in me..” Your body moves with the snap of his hips “god.. fffuckkk..” his warm load shoots inside of you. Your warm walls clench around his cock as the string snaps again.

You two pant and sweaty body’s lay against each other as you calm down “You okay darling?” he pushes himself up. “More than okay..” you breathe out and he smiles. Sylus plops right next to you on his bed, sighs and tugs you into his side. “We should do that more often.. don’t you think, Kitten?” you trace a finger down his side and nod.

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