#and they both tip their heads toward their missing horns

[beautifulterriblequeen]

Pyrrah taking a dragon nap in the middle of the lava bridge and refusing to budge for travelers because "it's her bridge."

Do you think Soren ever told Pyrrah that it was her horn, the horn he cut off, that they used in the dark magic that made the crossing in the lava river, which is now where Everkynd is being built?

[froggiewrites]

Into the Dragon's Den

Pairing: Dragon!Ace x Reader

NSFW

Summary: This job is going to change your life. With the treasure from the dragon’s hoard, you’ll never have to work again, you’re sure of it. But when he catches you in the act, you find you’ve bitten off more than you can chew. Everything in this room is his, and he insists that includes you. But really, would it be so bad to play your part? Warnings: AFAB!Reader (no pronouns or gendered language used), Smut, Size Kink, Objectification (Reader treated as a treasure), Oral Sex (Reader receiving), Praise Kink, Biting/Marking, Tail Sex, Overstimulation, Possessiveness, Vaginal Sex Word Count: 3k Halloween Special 2024

It’s impossibly warm within the dragon’s lair. Your clothes are soaked through with sweat, sticking to you with every step, but still you press on. Your current discomfort is nothing compared to the bliss that’s going to follow, once you get this gold.

You had no idea how large his hoard was, when you first came here. You knew that even a small hoard would pay for you to live comfortably for the rest of your life, but the amount of gold, jewels, and priceless artifacts in this cave could feed an entire kingdom for a century, at least. You can’t pocket it all, of course, but if you choose wisely you’ll be able to live like royalty once you find the right buyer for it all. You’ll never have to work a day again in your life, safe and protected and cozy in a little piece of land just for yourself. You can’t help the smile that creeps onto your face from the thought.

The dragon is nowhere to be seen, hopefully out hunting or something else that will take it a while. You’re no dragon slayer, and you don’t care to be. You don’t want to kill such a magnificent creature, simply relieve it of some loose change and trinkets. Nothing it will miss. You didn’t even bring anything to defend yourself other than a tiny dagger, one that couldn’t pierce a dragon’s hide even wielded by the greatest warrior. You’re a would-be thief, nothing else.

Your eyes drag over the room you stand in, clearly burrowed out by massive claws and set with a fire that would leave nothing but ash were it set upon you. The floor is a beautiful volcanic glass, which you would love to chip away and take with you, but while your dagger would certainly be able to take off a piece or two, it would also shatter immediately on impact. You instead settle for a large pile of gold jewelry. You can see dozens of precious gems peeking out, sapphires and rubies and diamonds catching the dim light so beautifully you’re drawn closer like a moth to a flame. You spot a particularly beautiful necklace, with an orange gemstone that looks like fire itself inlaid in the center, and you can’t help but reach out for it. It’s only once your fingers have wrapped around it that you hear the rumbling voice behind you.

“Are you sure you should be touching that?” The voice is deep, rumbling, but there’s a hint of joviality to it, laughing like there’s a joke here, and you’re the punchline. You whip around to see it, or him, towering above you. You expected some horrible beast, a lizard spanning the length of the room, but standing before you is almost a man. He’s frighteningly tall, at least double your height, and his biceps and pectorals are larger than your head. His hands, which are reaching toward you, are tipped in black claws that could easily rip you to shreds. He’s hardly clothed, just a simple pair of shorts that leave nothing to the imagination, and most of his exposed skin is covered in beautiful, glistening red scales. His cheeks are dotted with both freckles and smaller scales, and his eyes are piercing, his pupils slits that you can see grow wider as he looks at you. His grin is filled with razor sharp teeth that you can imagine ripping into your throat. On either side of his head are curling horns reaching for the sky. You’d call him beautiful, were you not so terrified. There is a large tail behind him, whipping back and forth with an audible swish. You feel like a mouse caught beneath the claws of a cat, waiting to be toyed with before being ripped to shreds.

One hand wraps around your waist, while the other plucks the necklace easily from your grasp. He holds it up to the light as he pulls you closer, allowing the gem to sparkle and shine. He hums, which is more of a rumble, before holding it up to your neck. His eyes seem to strip you bare as they rake over you. His grin grows wider. “It suits you. Would you like to wear it, little one?”

You stare, mouth agape, and he laughs again, showing off every one of his teeth. You force yourself to answer. “I–I couldn’t possibly.”

His eyes narrow slightly, and you feel as though you’ve failed some kind of test. “You could. I wouldn’t have offered if you couldn’t. It’s a lovely piece.” With the way he’s staring, you can’t help but feel he isn’t talking about the necklace.

You don’t know what role you’re playing here, but you know he’s massive and gorgeous and terrifying, so you try to fulfill it anyway. “Then I suppose I would.”

He grins, pulling you close until you’re pressed against him and releasing you, delicately clasping the necklace around your neck. It’s thick and heavy, feeling almost like a collar. His claw traces gently along where it falls on your neck, leaning down to admire the shine of gold against your skin. “Lovely,” he murmurs, and you can feel his hot breath against your face, smelling of smoke and burning oak. He leans closer, his tongue, which is far longer than a regular man’s, tracing along the path his fingers took. You shiver, and you can feel him grin against your skin before nipping right at your sweet spot. 

You yelp. “Wh–what are you doing?”

His voice is low when he whispers in your ear. “I’m enjoying what’s mine.”

“What?”

“Everything in this room is one of my treasures.” His nips at you again, before his lips brush gently against the spot to soothe the marks he surely left. “And such a lovely one just snuck in to make their place here. How lucky am I?” Another nip, another kiss, then a gentle suckle against your skin. You whine at the sensation, heat flooding you, and he laughs again.

“I’m–I’m not–ah!” His hand inserts itself between your thighs, making you instinctively clench them around it as he presses into you through your pants. He slowly drags up, watching as you whimper and whine under his heated attention.

“Not what? Mine? Or a treasure?” He chuckles, and you feel the sound echo through his chest as it presses against yours. “You’re both, sweet thing. Unless you care to explain why else you’d be here?” His tone is still hot and seductive, but the words carry a challenge. His teeth are still against your throat, and for the first and only time his bite is enough to draw blood. He quickly licks it away, soothing it with his long, forked tongue, but the message is clear.

You whimper, the sound coming from deep within you, though whether it comes from fear or arousal you don’t quite know. You open your mouth to confess, to submit yourself to him, to say anything at all, but you’re met with that same tongue entering your throat. The kiss is horribly sloppy, wet and wild and wanting, as his hands slowly start to move. One keeps pressing against your clit through your pants, tortuously slow, while the other reaches for your chest. You expect to feel him paw at you, but instead you feel a slight sharpness from his claw down the front of your shirt, cutting it and your bra in two. They don’t fall off immediately, stuck to you with sweat, and he makes a discontented grunt before peeling them off of you. You involuntarily squeak at the sensation, and start to pull back, but something scaled and rough wraps around your waist keeping you still. 

His tail holds you firmly, tight enough to keep you from squirming but not tightly enough to bruise. The sensation of his scales scraping against the bottom of your breasts is interesting, and you can’t tell if it’s discomfort or pleasure that makes you shiver. He seems to enjoy it either way. The tip of it starts to make its way down, slipping below the waistband of your pants and pressing lightly against your clit. You gasp against him, and he grins against your lips.

You finally get a moment to breathe as he pulls back to admire your upper half, the way your skin looks pressed against his snails, your exposed chest and the way it heaves as you try to catch your breath. His pupils start to overtake his irises the more he looks at you. “A wonderful addition to my collection,” he murmurs hotly, leaning in to nip at your tits. “The crowning jewel, really. I’ll have to find the perfect place for you. Somewhere you’ll catch the light just right.”

He leaves marks all over your torso, hickies and bites that you’re sure will stay for days. He turns his claws to your pants, finally removing his hand from between your thighs to drag a claw on the outsides of either pant leg and quickly ripping them off. His tail still lightly rubs against you as he peels off your panties and finally exposes you fully to the heated air around you. He finally leaves your chest alone, kissing down your stomach to meet his tail blocking his path further down. His tip leaves your clit, and you let out a pathetic noise that he absolutely delights in.

“Don’t worry, treasure. I’d never leave you wanting.” He looks up at you, scales catching the light, and gives you a smile you could almost be convinced was filled with genuine affection. But the hunger, the wanting, the possession still reflects in his eyes, betraying him for the animal he is. His tail leaves your midriff, and his hands find your thighs, spreading them easily. “You’re dripping, sweet thing. You really are perfect. Could you really blame me for wanting to keep you all to myself?”

You struggle to speak in your lust-infused haze, but you manage. “I–I’m not perfect.”

“Oh, but you are, treasure, even if you don’t know it. You’re going to love being mine, I promise. I take very good care of my things.”

You find yourself coming unraveled underneath his gaze, bare and vulnerable. The truth comes out of you almost like a compulsion. “I was trying to steal from you.”

He chuckles. “I know. You seem a bit greedy.” He easily lifts you, placing your thighs on his shoulders, his nose pressing into your core. “It’s alright. So am I.”

With that, he dives in, eating you out like a man starved. His tongue is much longer than a human’s, finding places within you that you didn’t even know were there to be found. He makes loud slurping sounds, ones that make you blush despite yourself. You’re suspended in the air, coming unraveled on his tongue, unable to muffle your cries as he buries himself into you. You clench your eyes shut, overwhelmed by the sensation. Your hands tangle in his hair tightly, pulling at every movement of his tongue, and he growls against you with every tug. 

He murmurs against you, “So sweet, darling thing.” HIs nose brushes against your clit, and you begin to fall, only to be caught by his tail, held midair, only supported by him. Every sensation you can feel is him, from his tongue to his tail to the warmth of the air in his lair, he is the only world you are allowed to know. His claws dig into the plush of your thighs as he continues his feast, showing his strength, his lethality, but never threatening to truly puncture. You wonder how many people have been ripped to shred by the hands holding you, how many have been consumed by the mouth that presses against you.

He continues to lap away at you as you cry out, muscles tensing as you build towards your climax. He’s unrelenting as he greedily tastes you, lost in your flavor, the feeling of your thighs clenching around his head, the softness of your skin underneath his tail. You manage to open your eyes just long enough to glance down at him and see there is not a single millimeter between him and you. As he feels you grow closer and closer, one of his hands reaches for your clit, gently rubbing against it, and you finally come unraveled around him. He doesn’t slow for a moment as you cry out and clench around him. Your orgasm ravages you just as he does, pleasure bursting through you. You expect him to pull away, to begin to prepare to enter you, but he doesn’t slow for a moment, letting out soft moans against your mound as he continues.

“W–What are you–”

He growls against you as you try to pull him back. “Mine.”

“Please, it–it’s too much!” You cry as he hits a particularly sensitive spot again.

When he hears your noises shift from pleasure to discomfort, he seems to find himself for a moment, finally pulling you off of him slightly. His chin is dripping with your juices, his cheeks shining from the wetness covering them. His eyes are completely blown out, and he looks almost lost as he pulls back. He only focuses again once he looks up at your face, and he seems to remember where he is. You maintain eye contact for a moment, as one of his hands comes up to lightly brush against the necklace you’re wearing. “A treasure, a feast, a beauty. You really are perfect.” His voice is filled with a quiet awe, enough that you allow yourself to ignore the heat of possession burning beneath the words. “And you’re all mine.”

Some part of you wants to deny it, but more of you is lost in the haze of it all, and you find yourself muttering, “Yes, yes, yours!”

“Yes, treasure, yes.” He kisses your thigh before he begins lowering you, holding you with his arms instead. Something scaly and hard begins to slither up your thigh, and you whine as you feel his tail dip against your entrance. “Just a bit more, sweet thing. To make sure you’re ready.”

“Please,” you mutter, for mercy, for more, for whatever he’ll give you.

“Of course.” His tail slowly enters you, stretching you easily after all of his attention earlier. He pushes and pushes, making you feel wonderfully full. His tail grows wider as it continues, threatening to tear you in two, but you manage to accommodate him anyway. “So good for me, treasure. Doing such a wonderful job. You were made for this. For me.”

You feel the alien sensation of his scales against your walls as he slowly pulls it out and pushes it back in, testing how far you can stretch, how much of his you can take. He murmurs soft praises with every inch you’re able to fit, about how perfect you are, about what a wonderful addition to his collection you’ll be, about what a prize you are. “You’ll stay with me forever, treasure. I have the perfect space for you in my bed, and the firelight will illuminate your beauty just right. You’ll wear all of the jewels you could ever desire. And you’ll feel pleasure like this every night.”

You cry when he pulls out of you, but you’re quickly silenced by the sensation of something far larger poking against your entrance. “Don’t tense up now, treasure. You’re doing so well. It’ll be alright.”

A strangled moan leaves you when he inserts himself, stretching you wider than any point of his tail did. Tears prick at your eyes, and your thighs tense, but you force yourself to take a breath and relax.

“Just like that. You can do it.” He slides and slides for what feels like forever, and you look down to see where he meets you. His cock is monstrous, and you clench around him when you see the bulge in your belly from your body trying to accommodate it. He moans. “Ah, just like that. Perfect. So perfect.”

He pulls you impossibly closer, kissing you with something resembling tenderness. Then, all at once, he pulls out and slams into you quickly, a single hand on your hips moving you up and down at a breakneck pace. You cry out, and he quickly silences you with another deep kiss, bouncing you on his cock like you were made for nothing more than this. His hips pound against you as his other hand reaches for your clit. His claw briefly presses against your skin, but mercifully you find his fingertip rubbing against you instead. You can hear nothing over the blood rushing in your ears and his heavy breaths as he continues to rut against you. His lips leave yours and you whine. He’s saying something, but you can’t make out the words. His tone is enough, wanting and desperate, for you to know he’s singing your praises again.

The heat of it all is quickly becoming too much, and you can see he’s losing himself as well, as his thrusts become even faster and his hand tightens around your hips. The fire moves through you without mercy, pleasure blinding you and taking your breath away as you come cum on his cock. He follows soon after, and you can feel warm spurts of cum fill you as he moans loudly against your ear. When he does, he falls backwards into the pile of treasure behind him, taking you with him. He doesn’t pull out for a moment as he pulls you close, tucking you into him and pressing your head into his chest. His heart is pounding, his skin is on fire, and his breaths are unsteady. He’s come fully and truly undone. 

You don’t know if it’s minutes or hours that you lay there before he pulls out. You feel horribly empty when he does, cum dripping out of you onto his thighs. He laughs when you whine.

“I hope you’re prepared, treasure. We have a wonderful time ahead of us.” His grin is all teeth, his pupils retracting back into slits, and you’re forced to remember once again there is nothing human about the thing sitting beneath you. “You’re going to love being mine.”

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DEVIL’S TEMPTATION - p.sh

SUMMARY: At your colleges annual halloween party, playful teasing and shared glances lead you and sunghoon away from the crowd, turning a night of costumes and games into one of passion and desire.

PAIRING: fwb!sunghoon x f!reder

WARNINGS: language, vampire sunghoon (need), oral sex, unprotected sex, dirty talk

WC: 3k

You and Ningning are in your dorm room, clothes strewn everywhere, mirrors covered in smudges of makeup and remnants of past party prep. Ningning is busy applying her eyeliner in the small, circular mirror on your dresser, occasionally glancing over at you with a mischievous grin.

“Seriously, you’re going to kill him tonight,” she says, adjusting her angel halo as she takes in your devil costume. “He’s not even going to know what hit him.”

You roll your eyes but can’t help smiling. “It’s just a costume. And who says I’m dressing up for him?”

She laughs, not buying it for a second. “Oh, come on. I know you two only see each other ‘casually,’ but Sunghoon’s been glued to you ever since this little arrangement started.” She finishes her eyeliner with a flourish, then looks back at you. “Honestly, are you going to ignore him all night or have a little fun with him?”

You raise an eyebrow, smirking at your reflection as you adjust your devil horns. “Maybe both. We’ll see who breaks first.”

“Spoken like a true mastermind,” she says, giving you a proud nod. “Just make sure you save some time for me tonight, alright? I refuse to be ditched halfway through again.”

Laughing, you grab your purse and give her a playful shove. “Deal. Now come on, let’s get to that party and see if these costumes are worth all the trouble.”

The two of you head out, and the energy of the party is electric by the time you step into the packed living room. The music thumps through the walls, people already dancing, laughing, and mingling, each person’s costume somehow wilder than the last. But even through the crowd, your eyes find him — Sunghoon, leaning casually against the wall, his lips curled in that lazy smirk you know so well. He’s dressed as a vampire, black leather jacket hugging his shoulders, his prominent canines serving as fangs, gleaming when he finally spots you.

Ningning gives you a nudge. “Good luck, devil,” she teases before disappearing into the crowd.

You know that look, the way his gaze sweeps over you with the hint of a challenge. Smirking, you take your time sauntering over, putting a little extra sway in your step. His eyes roam from the devil horns down to the lace and leather of your outfit, and his smirk widens, intrigued. “Well, well,” he murmurs when you’re close enough to hear, his tone almost a purr. “Didn’t know the devil would look this good tonight.”

You roll your eyes, pretending not to feel the heat of his attention. “Guess that makes me your worst nightmare, huh?” you say, arching a brow as you match his playful tone. 

He laughs, reaching out to gently tug one of your devil horns. “Oh, trust me. I think I can handle a little hellfire.” His fingers linger on the headband for just a second longer than necessary, and you feel a shiver of anticipation race through you. It’s always like this with him — a constant tease, a familiar game where neither of you ever really wins or loses.

“Big words,” you quip, tilting your head. “But I’m not sure a vampire’s bite would faze me.”

He leans in, his voice dropping low enough to send a thrill down your spine. “Is that a challenge?” 

You raise an eyebrow, biting back a grin. “Only if you think you’re up for it.” 

Sunghoon’s grin widens, and he steps even closer, the space between you almost nonexistent now. “You know I always am.” 

The party rages on around you, but in that moment, it feels like it’s just the two of you, caught in a dangerous, thrilling game you can’t resist.

Sunghoon doesn’t miss a beat. As you exchange that familiar banter, he glances toward the kitchen, tipping his head toward the bar setup. “Want a drink?” 

You shrug, feigning nonchalance. “Depends. You offering to play bartender tonight?”

He chuckles, low and smooth. “Only for you.” He gently takes your hand, guiding you through the crowded room to the makeshift bar. He lets go, but you’re still keenly aware of his presence as he pours you a drink, a mischievous gleam in his eyes. 

He hands you the cup, fingers brushing yours, lingering just long enough to send a spark of excitement through you. You raise it to him in a mock toast, “To the devil and the vampire,” you say with a grin.

He raises his drink, his eyes never leaving yours. “To the deadliest duo in the room.”

You sip your drink, savoring the cool burn, and watch as he leans against the counter, his gaze lazy but focused, like he’s savoring every inch of your costume. It feels like a dare every time he looks at you — as if he knows exactly what he’s doing and exactly how it affects you.

“So…” he drawls, tilting his head as his eyes flicker to your horns, then back to your face. “What kind of trouble does the devil plan on getting into tonight?”

You laugh, shrugging. “Depends on who I’m with, I guess.”

He steps in closer, lowering his voice, his lips just barely brushing your ear. “If you’re with me, I can promise you all the trouble you want.”

A shiver runs down your spine, and you’re not sure if it’s from his words or the feeling of his breath on your skin. He pulls back slightly, his eyes locking onto yours, dark and intense. “You look incredible,” he murmurs, his voice softer now, almost intimate. “I’ve been trying not to stare, but shit… you make it impossible.”

You swallow, barely able to find your voice as he leans in again, this time his lips brushing your ear as he whispers, “I want you so bad right now.” 

And just like that, you’re melting, caught in the electric pull that seems to only exist between the two of you. The party fades into the background, the only thoughts in your head being of him and the growing wetness in your panties.

You can’t help the way your pulse quickens at his words, the room feeling suddenly smaller, the music dulling to a hum around you. Sunghoon’s fingers trail down your arm, lingering at your wrist before he takes your hand, his touch gentle but firm, as if daring you to stop him.

“Come with me,” he murmurs, his gaze intense, a spark of challenge flickering in his eyes.

You barely manage a nod, and he leads you away from the crowded living room, weaving through a throng of costumed students until you’re both tucked away in a quieter corner down the hall. It’s dark here, the shadows dancing across his face as he leans back against the wall, pulling you close, his hands finding their way to your waist.

“Just wanted some time alone with you,” he says, voice low, his fingers tracing little circles against your hips. He pulls you in even closer, his gaze locked onto yours, and you can feel the heat radiating off him, a promise in his touch.

You let out a soft laugh, raising an eyebrow. “I didn’t know vampires liked getting alone time with devils.”

“Vampires can’t help themselves,” he murmurs, his lips curving into a smirk. “Especially when the devil looks this tempting.”

His fingers trace along the edge of your costume, barely grazing your skin, and it’s enough to send a thrill through you. Your hands settle on his chest, feeling the steady rhythm of his heartbeat beneath the leather of his jacket, and he tilts his head down, his face mere inches from yours.

“You do this to me every time,” he whispers, his voice barely audible, his gaze intense. “Showing up like this… teasing me… you know exactly what you’re doing.”

You look up at him, biting your lip, feigning innocence. “Is that so?”

A low chuckle escapes him as he leans in, his lips ghosting over yours, his breath warm against your skin. “Don’t play innocent with me,” he says, his tone dark and teasing. “We both know exactly where this is going.” 

You barely manage a reply before his lips finally meet yours, the kiss slow and intense, his hands tightening around your waist. The world around you blurs, his touch grounding you in the moment, the heat between you sparking to life.

Sunghoon locates an empty room, its door slightly ajar, offering a tempting sanctuary from the party. With a swift movement, he pushes the door open, pulling you inside, the dimly lit room providing a stark contrast to the vibrant party atmosphere. Sunghoon kickes the door shut behind him the sound echoing through the quiet space. In the dim light,  your devil costume seemed to turn him on even more, eyes sparkling with mischievous intent.

"Shit baby, you have any idea what you’re doing to me right now?" Sunghoon asked, his voice low and husky. You smile, red lips curving devilishly. "Oh, I think I might have some idea,” you turn around, offering him a tantalizing view of your perfect, round ass, barely covered by the skimpy latex bottom.

Sunghoon's breath caught in his throat as he took in the sight before him. He couldn't resist any longer. With a heavy sigh, he grabs your hips, pulling you back against his hardening length. "You’re such a fucking tease," he spoke, lifting the devil's tail attached to your costume, exposing the curve of her bare cheeks. He smacks your ass lightly, the sound echoing in the room, causing you to let out a surprised gasp. "Oh, you like that, huh? I can give you more."

"Yes, please," you moaned, pushing your ass back against him, inviting more contact. "need you so bad hoonie.”

Sunghoon's hands travel up your sides, his fingers tracing the outline of your latex-clad body, his touch sending shivers of pleasure through you. He reached around, unhooking the the top corset piece of your costume, his skilled fingers quickly freeing your perky tits from their confinement. Your nipples were already hard and erect, the cool air causing them to pebble even more.

"You're so beautiful, baby," Sunghoon whispered, his breath hot against your ear as he nuzzled her neck, his canines lightly grazing the sensitive skin. "gonna make you feel so good.” you arch your back, pushing yourself further into his hands, eyes closing in ecstasy as he began to knead and squeeze your sensitive flesh. 

Sunghoon's vampire costume added to the erotic atmosphere, his dark desire contrasting your fiery passion. He pushed you forward, guiding you to the bed in the corner of the room, his hands never leaving you body. As you lay down, Sunghoon stands over you, his erection straining against his pants."need to taste you, Y/N," he says, his voice thick with need. "fuck I needed you the moment you walked in, in this sexy ass costume.”

your eyes flutter open, pupils dilated with desire. "Please, hoon, need your mouth so bad." With a hungry growl, Sunghoon lowers himself between  your spread legs, his hands gripping your thighs as he gazes at your exposed pussy, already glistening with your arousal, the lips swollen and parted, inviting him in. He leaned down, his tongue flicking out to get a taste, his fangs grazing your sensitive inner thighs. 

"Oh, fuck, Sunghoon," you cry out,  hands gripping the sheets as he licked and sucked at your clit, his fangs nipping gently at the tender flesh. "Feels so good, Don't stop, please."

Sunghoon's tongue delved deeper, his lips wrapping around your sensitive bundle of nerves, sending her over the edge. your body trembled as waves of pleasure coursed through you, whiny moans filling the room. He lapped at your juices, his canines now fully exposed, leaving tiny marks on your inner thighs. 

"I want you inside me, Sunghoon," you panted, your body still quivering from your intense orgasm. "need to feel you now." Sunghoon rose, his eyes dark with desire, and quickly shed his vampire costume, revealing his muscular body and throbbing erection. He climbed onto the bed, positioning himself between your parted thighs, his cock hovering at your entrance.

"you want me baby? beg for me" he teased, his voice hoarse with need.

"I want it, Sunghoon," you pleaded, your hands reaching down to guide him into your waiting heat. "want to feel your cock deep inside me."

Without hesitation, Sunghoon thrust forward, burying himself to the hilt in one smooth motion, eliciting a cry of pleasure from you as your bodies finally connected. He began to move, his hips snapping forward, driving into you again and again, skin slapping together in a primal rhythm.

"Oh, fuck Sunghoon, yes!" you cried out, nails digging into his back as you arched your body to meet his thrusts. "so big hoonie, feels so good"

“You’re so tight baby fuck. pussy suck me in so good, like you were made for me.” his movements become more urgent, his cock pounding into you, your bodies slick with sweat and desire. Sunghoon felt his own orgasm building, his balls tightening with impending release “so close baby cmon, milk my cock.” Your pussy clenched around him, your inner walls pulsing and milking his cock as you climaxed again, body shaking uncontrollably.

"Cum for me, baby," you begged, your voice hoarse and raw. With a guttural roar, Sunghoon let go, his body shuddering as he emptied his hot seed deep within you, your combined essence mingling in a passionate climax. 

you both lay entwined, hearts racing, as the echoes of pleasure reverberated through the room. Once yours breaths seemed to settle down into a slower rhythm, sunghoon is the first to speak. “You should dress up more often.” 

You turn your head to look at him, a chuckle leaving your lips, “is that what you fantasize about?” his fingers draw invisible shapes on the expanse of your tummy, “I mean, did you see yourself? how could I not fantasize about you all dressed for me.” 

you let out another laugh, changing your position so you’re straddling him, his hands immediately moving to your waist as he stares i’ll at you with hazy eyes, “who said I dressed up for you?” An amused expression appears on his face, “oh please, we both know you came here planning to get fucked.” 

You lean into him, your lips brushing against his ear, “maybe I did… what are you gonna do about it?”

He doesn’t respond, instead he switches the position again, hovering over you, “then I’m gonna make sure to fuck you as many times as I want.” 

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[rustedhearts]

i can't quit you, baby (70s!steve harrington x fem!reader)

summary: steve doesn't like the thought of you spending time with another man while he's gone. but doesn't steve know?—he's the only man for you.

uses she/her pronouns and female anatomy.

✶ rolly's roller wheels ✶ blurbs ✶ the only living boy in indiana

tags: smoking but in such a sexy way, jealous steve, fluff, smut-ish at the end, just something short and sweet. ignore that it changes tense like halfway through, I simply cannot edit right now.

for thea ⭐️ thought 70s!steve deserved a little love. hope you enjoy! thank you for supporting me <3

wc: 1,204

august 1978

The windows are open when Steve gets home, letting in sticky summer air and blaring horns from the street below. Your new apartment was two stories above a busy Indianapolis street, and with that came all the city noises that you still struggled to sleep through four months post-move. And without sleep, you became restless.

Without Steve, you became restless. And a combination of both—after busy work days for Steve that kept him from dinner and bed—you were absolutely insatiable.

"Sweetheart?" Steve calls, dropping his keys on the coffee table on his way to the kitchen. "Where are you—oof!"

You throw yourself into his arms, knocking him off kilter until he braces himself on the wall. He envelops you once he registers the assault, chuckling into your neck.

"Hey, honey. Missed me?"

You sigh contently, rubbing your cheek on his cologne-and-sweat-scented chest. "Mhmmm."

"Well gimme a kiss then, sugar."

You giggled on your journey toward his mouth, kissing it with eager tongue and a little whine. You're barely five seconds in before Steve furrows his brows and pulls away, nudging you back by the waist. Eyes fluttering open, you frown at him and try to tug him close.

"Why do you taste like that?"

You laugh again. "What?"

Steve narrows his eyes. "Whose cigarettes have you been smoking? Huh? They're not mine."

Cheeks warm, you wriggle out of Steve's grasp and pluck the rag you were dusting with from the counter. "What? I haven't been—"

"C'mere. C'mere, sweetheart, who've you been smokin' with?"

Steve follows you, and you giggle through the scampering cat-and-mouse chase around the living room.

"Steve, I haven't—no, no!"

He catches you when you attempt to leap over the coffee table, one strong arm anchored around your waist. He pulls you down, sweeping you to his side and spinning you around until you're giggling and batting at his hands.

Steve decides to spare you and sets you on your feet, waiting until you've caught your breath and your cheeks stop hurting before tugging you close by the chin. He kisses you again, firmer and with writhing tongue.

When he pops away, he shakes his head and huffs. "I fuckin' knew it—Camels. Whose fuckin' Camels have you been smokin'?"

"What?" You place your fingers on your lips again. "How can you even tell that?"

Steve wags a finger in your face. "I know my smokes, honey, and you're avoiding the question."

Sighing, you retrieve the rag from where it fell on the floor and take it to the end table to dust under the magazines.

"I was hanging out with Dalton earlier. We had a smoke on the roof."

Steve's hands find his hips, eyes following your ministrations throughout the room. "Oh, you 'hung out?' You just hung out with some dude while I was at work?"

“Not some ‘dude,’” you argue, eyes rolling into the lamp shade that you readjust. “He’s one of the only neighbors that’s introduced himself, and that’s actually been nice.”

Steve tips his chin down, eyes slanting to a glare. “Yeah, because he wants to get in your pants.”

“I resent that, Steve Harrington—and why would you think sharing a cigarette with him would mean anything?”

Your boyfriend mutters under his breath, and when you turn with a quirked and accusative brow, he grumbles and turns on his heel. He stomps into the kitchen, where you hear the rattle of the refrigerator and the hiss of a beer can opening soon after.

“I don’t like that you’re here hangin’ out with random guys while I’m gone,” he calls through the wall.

“Excuse me, what year are we living in? We didn’t move to the city so I could be the little woman, Steve—“

“I never said that!”

Your bare feet pad into the room, where it’s your turn to pop your hand on your hip and glare at him.

“It was implied.”

Sometimes, it was hard to remember the days when Steve was just your best friend. The best friend that teased and ridiculed you, and the best friend you teased and ridiculed back. Until moments like this when it all came flooding back. When you fixed him with an attitude and a fiery stare akin only to when he forgot to pick you up from school in the snow, or said something stupid and out of line when you were eighteen years old.

You were grown now, but he didn’t seem any smarter.

Steve’s tongue clicks on the roof of his mouth, sweetened with his first sip of Miller Lite. “I’m sorry. I wasn’t trying to imply that, sweetheart. I just…—it just makes me….—I just feel—“

“Jealous?”

Steve lifts his hand in an empty gesture. It smacks down onto his thigh when he drops it, shoulders shrugging shortly after.

“Yeah! Yeah, maybe I am.”

Your glare coils into a cocky smirk, teeth digging into your lip. You drop your hand from your hip and step his way.

"Aw, Stevie," you coo, words dripping with mockery. "How cute—"

"Psh," he scoffs, head turning when you come to brace it with your hands. "Yeah, yeah."

"You're jealous of the neighbor? That's sweet, Steve, really."

He tips his head back to the ceiling and shakes it. "Jesus, you're not gonna let this go."

You take the new position as an invitation to press your mouth against his neck. He swallows under your touch, fingers curling tighter around the countertop behind him. Your teeth scrape the soft and musky flesh of his throat, giggling when he shivers. You press a firm, open-mouthed kiss to his jaw, under his ear, down the column of his throat, over his collarbone at the top of a tight navy t-shirt. He's so full and muscular these days, and you can't help but run your hands over the broadness of his pecs.

Steve's hands fall to your ass, sliding into the back pocket of your jeans. You squeak, squished up against his front when he tugs you in.

"Only want you smoking my cigarettes," Steve demands, voice hoarse with arousal.

You guide your mouth back up to his ear, kissing the shell of it delicately. "Okay, honey."

"Promise?"

You pull back enough to meet his eye, and flash him a smile. "Promise. Now, you gonna show me how jealous you are, or what?"

Steve chuckles, tongue prodding the inside of his cheek. "Go grab my smokes for me first. By the door, hmm? Wanna see how pretty your lips look wrapped around one."

You pause. It's your turn to swallow, cheeks warm as you stumble back. Steve's grin is salacious and sideways, head tipping to nudge the other way.

"Go on, baby."

Steve steals the Winston from your mouth just as you're climbing into his lap, deciding you look prettier without it. But before the smoke can leave your mouth, he grabs a fistful of your hair at the back of your head and seals his lips over yours. He steals it from your lungs, sitting back against the headboard with a grin when you whimper.

"Tastes much better than Camels," he muses.

And watching Steve leisurely smoke a Winston is all the encouragement you need to keep bouncing in his lap.

[heaven-s-black-box]

Homecoming- Dan Heng x boyfriend!Reader

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Recovery date: January 18th, 2024

Description: henlo! can i ask a clingy and needy dan heng with his boyfriend who has been gone for a week? and pls make it smut, i want to wreck this dragon boy so bad 😩😩😩

Includes- slight plot, bottom Dan Heng, Imbibitor Lunae Dan Heng, blow job, anal

Notes: This work was recovered in conjunction with an anonymous researcher, we thank them for their contribution. This was not Beta read, but honestly i feel like it's one of my better smuts.

Word count: 2 138

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“Can I get up?”

Dan Heng looked up from the tablet in his hands and back at his boyfriend. He’s currently curled up in Y/n’s lap, head leaned back against his shoulder, sorting through some of the archives. Y/n’s arms are wrapped snuggly around Dan Heng’s waist, and his head is leaned against his– careful to avoid the horns sprouting from the top of his head.

“But we’re organizing the archives.”

Y/n sighed. He pulled Dan Heng closer to his chest and dropped his face into the crook of the Vidyadhara’s neck.

Dan Heng shifted around, straightening up and rolling his neck. A strange yelp-like sound came from behind him, and he turned around with a raised brow.

“Organizing the archives was not what I was expecting when I said we could do whatever you want.”

A faint pink tinted the tips of Dan Heng’s ears.

“And what were you expecting?”

“Literally anything but this,” Y/n huffed in exasperation, removing his arms from around Dan Heng and leaning back.

Dan Heng laughed. He wasn’t quite expecting that answer.

“Honestly I was expecting you to jump my bones as soon as I stepped in here.”

Dan Heng stopped laughing suddenly, causing him to choke on his own spit and descend into a small coughing fit. Y/n’s eyes widened as he was caught off guard, and he sat back up to pat his boyfriend’s back soothingly. The red that had previously adorned the tips Vidyadhara’s ears had returned much more vividly and spread to his face.

Y/n chuckled and leaned into Dan Heng’s ear, the hand on his back found the window of exposed skin and began to trail up and down. Dan Heng shuddered as Y/n’s breath brushed the shell of his ear and his hand trailed his spine.

“Must’ve been hard for you this last week.”

With his brain turned to mush, all Dan Heng could do was nod slowly.

“Is that why you’ve been squirming against me? Waiting for me to break, thinking of all the things I’ll do to apologize?”

“Yes,” Dang Heng managed to whisper breathlessly.

The hand that wasn’t on his back lifted his chin so that he was looking Y/n in the eyes finally. Now that Y/n thinks about it, Dan Heng had been avoiding direct eye contact since he got back a few hours ago. A smug smirk tugged at Y/n’s lips before he quickly moved in to capture Dan Heng’s lips in a kiss.

As soon as their lips met Dan Heng’s lips parted in a muffled moan and his hands gripped at Y/n’s shirt. His nails scratched gently at the exposed skin of Y/n’s collar, making the man moan. Y/n deftly undid the tie of Dan Heng’s top, the knot was loose already like it hadn't been tied properly. The thought made Y/n laugh against Dan Heng’s lips, much to his annoyance. In retaliation, the vidyadhara bit his lip.

“Gentle,” Y/n cooed as he pulled away.

They were both panting, but Dan Heng still leaned back in without waiting. He missed Y/n though as the man ducked down, gently nudging his chin up with the top of his head, and began trailing kisses down from his jaw to his collar. Dan Heng’s head fell back on instinct.

Y/n took the slight shift in his center of gravity to lower him onto his back.

Dan Heng’s hands slid around to Y/n’s back, pulling at the shirt so it rose up and brought the hem closer to him. Before he could get his hands on it, however, Y/n sat up. He turned towards Dan Heng and moved his legs so that he was sitting in between them before grabbing the hem of his shirt that had slid back down and pulled it off. Then he reached out and opened up Dan Heng’s shirt so that it lay spread out under him.

One of the tails of his top was scrunched up half under him while the other was pinned completely underneath him, and his hair was splayed out beneath that. Y/n leaned back to admire the heavy flush of Dan Heng’s face and the complete mess of his clothes. While on his haunches, Y/n completely stripped Dan heng’s lower half so that his dick was free.

“Have I mentioned how sorry I am for leaving you?” Y/n asked teasingly as he lay down between Dan Heng’s legs.

The vidyahdara’s breath hitched as he mumbled, “Maybe once or twice.”

“Well,” Y/n licked a strip up from the base of Dan Heng’s dick to the tip, earning a moan as he gripped at the sheets of his bed, “that’s not nearly enough, now is it?”

Y/n didn’t wait for an answer, the question was rhetoric anyways, before he slowly took Dan Heng’s dick in his mouth. A loud moan echoed through the archive and Dan Heng’s claws broke through the sheets while one of his legs wrapped around Y/n’s body. Y/n gripped at his boyfriend's hips as they bucked up, making him gag and pull back with a glare. 

“Hey,” Y/n scolded, landing a gentle smack to Dan Heng’s hip which made him buck up again, “I’m trying to apologize here and you’re trying to kill me.”

“Sorry, please, continue.”

With a smile, Y/n leaned down again and quickly sunk down to the base. Dan Heng moaned, toes curling from pleasure, but when he went to buck up this time Y/n pinned his hips down with his arm. He looked up at Dan Heng through his lashes, catching his eye, and then ran his tongue along the shaft before starting to slowly move up and down– allowing his tongue to trail the underside as he went.

The slow movement was torture for Dan Heng who was quickly shredding his bed as he struggled to squirm against the weight over his waist. Everytime he went to buck against Y/n unconsciously, the man would press down further on him which only made it worse. His gasp and moans filled the room, accompanied by the occasional broken plea for more.

More what? He wasn’t sure, his mind was too hazy to actually form a coherent thought, but more sounded like what he wanted.

And more, he got when Y/n pulled off him– making him whine– and grabbing the lube from the back of the shelf that had become something of a bedside table. He poured a generous amount onto his fingers, until they were practically dripping, which only worked Dan Heng up more, and then took Dan Heng back in his mouth. This time his non-dominant arm held down his boyfriends waist as he slowly ran his fingers around Dan Heng’s butt hole before pushing one in.

With his non-dominant arm, Y/n didn’t have the strength to hold Dan Heng down completely but he didn’t mind. He was expecting it this time, and so he didn’t pull back when he gagged. Dan Heng’s grip moved from the shredded sheets to the arm Y/n had laid across him, the pads of his fingers digging in hard enough to bruise as he used the last bit of clear thought he had to avoid clawing the man. The leg up on Y/n’s back twitched.

A sudden gasp came from Dan Heng, followed by what sounded like words but they were too slurred and breathless to be sure. His hips twitched, bucking up and squirming away. Trying to grind down on his fingers and escape the oral stimulation while every shock of pleasure had him chasing more. Y/n slowly added a second finger, stretching Dan Heng out as he slowly spread them. That was what broke him.

Dan Heng’s claws dug into Y/n’s arm, ten even puncture marks drawing blood and creating scratches as his back arched off the floor and he came with a long moan. It trailed off into whimpers as Y/n swallowed his release and pulled back again with a pop, chin covered in drool and stray dribbles of cum that he tried to lick up, and his finger kept stretching him out.

With no risk of choking, Y/n let Dan Heng squirm around as much as he wanted. He whipped his chin off with his previously discarded shirt and leaned over Dan Heng to pepper his face with kisses.

“Please,” Dan Heng gasped, eyes going glassy with tears.

“Please, what?”

“I need you to fuck me.”

“Whatever you want, handsome.”

A quick peck to his lips and Y/n sat back to take his pants and underwear off. Dan Heng’s eyes seemed to glaze over even more at the sight of Y/n’s dick, and his previously softening dick was quick to demonstrate his excitement.

The lube was opened once more, but before Y/n could pour any out Dan Heng had sat up and taken it from him. The vidyadhara poured some into his hand before wrapping it around his boyfriend’s dick and watching the man shudder. Watching Dan Heng come apart early had been a test of strength, but this was like telling him… well telling him not to cum. He grabbed Dan Heng’s wrist just as the man started picking up speed.

“Lie back down.”

Hesitantly, Dan Heng did as he was told and Y/n lifted one of his legs up onto his shoulder as he lined himself up. He leaned down to kiss Dan Heng as he slowly entered him, muffling the drawn out moans. Dan Heng, meanwhile, grasped helplessly at the back of Y/n’s neck as the lingering sensitivity from his first orgasm drove him crazy. His dick was pressed between the two of them, rubbing against their abdomens every time Dan Heng twitched or Y/n sunk in further.

“Gonna move,” Y/n whispered against his lips before slowly pulling out and pushing back in.

Dan Heng clenched around him, forcing him to stop every so often so that he didn’t hurt him. After a few slow thrusts, Dan Heng relaxed enough that Y/n could move at a consistent pace. The room filled with the wet sound of skin against skin, panting, and Dan Heng’s moans and whimpers.

Y/n laughed breathlessly as the vidyadhara began to mumble about how it was too much, his claws raking against Y/n’s back as he struggled to ground himself.

Underneath the hand he had on Dan Heng’s thigh, Y/n could feel the muscles tighten as the man grew closer to another release. He shifted a bit to adjust his grip, and when he thrust back in Dan Heng’s entire body twitched as he let out a particularly loud moan. So he hit the same spot again, and again, and again until tears began to drip from Dan Heng’s eyes.

His incoherent babbling left Y/n guessing at what he wanted, so he pulled back so that he wasn’t hanging over Dan Heng anymore and wrapped a hand around his dick. He brushed his thumb over the tip, more focused on keeping the rhythm of his thrusts than jacking his boyfriend off, and then gave two leisurely pumps before Dan Heng came all over his hand and their abdomens.

“Cu-Cumming,” he moaned out just a second too late as he shuddered and tensed.

Y/n laughed, lowering his leg from his shoulder and gripping his hips before chasing his own release. Having shifted he was now right next to the spot that had his boyfriend screaming, leaving Dan Heng to squirm at the overstimulation that bordered on too much.

“Think you have one more?” Y/n teased as Dan Heng’s dick seemed to harden again.

“I- No, I don’t- know,” Dan Heng gasped, trying to catch his breath through the overstimulation.

“Well, I guess we’re about to find out,” Y/n hummed as he adjusted to hit the same spot as earlier.

Dan Heng’s legs wrapped around his waist as choked moans and teary whimpers escaped his lips. It was all too much, and he barely registered Y/n’s warning that he was about to cum. The sudden warm feeling of being filled had him cumming again as Y/n’s thrusts slowed.

When his head finally cleared, Y/n had pulled out and was resting their foreheads together as he caught his breath.

“Fuck,” Y/n sighed. “Would you please get a proper room, we could really use an on suite bathroom like March.”

Dan Heng laughed, hand running soothingly against all the scratch marks he’d left along his boyfriend’s back.

“Or I could just move into yours.”

Y/n’s eyes opened, looking into Dan Heng’s, and he smiled.

“That works too.

[octoberautumnbox]

Discordant Waltz: Adrenaline (DLC Ver.)

Oh Sieun (Former IZ*ONE/Soloist Jo Yuri) & Male Reader

Categories/warnings: smut, clothed sex, oral, feet!, friends with benefits, doggystyle

Word count: 4.9k

| Part 1 || Part 2 || Part 3 || Part 4 (coming soon)

a/n: this is the alternate version with two added feet scenes! special thanks to @i-am-lifeform24 and @sooyadelicacies for tips on how to write this, and to @sumirhatos for beta reading~

“I don’t care where you are or what the fuck you’ve been doing this entire time. Just please come to the convenience store by the river and meet me.” Sieun's voice, you're sure it's Sieun's voice, is mixed with a garbled tone through the phone.

“Okay, but-” And the line cuts. You shuffle your cellphone defeatedly back into your pocket and start towards your newly-mandated meeting place. 

You’ve only begun putting two and two together: The person you were just with wasn’t Sieun, even though she looks exactly like her. That person wasn’t like Sieun at all, especially not in the way the two of you had sex. It was so different, and the nagging feeling in the back of your head that something was wrong only grows clearer. 

A blaring horn unfreezes you from the middle of the street. You step out of the way and onto the sidewalk, and the truck’s irate driver brings the hulking machine past your point in the road. You watch it drive off, leaving a cloud of dust behind its wheels, and for what seems like a minuscule amount of time, you unfreeze yourself off once more from staring at the now-settled dust on the asphalt.

It dawns on you: you’ve slept with the wrong woman. It wasn’t your Sieun you just had sex with. The girl you just fucked wasn’t the girl you were supposed to fuck. But no matter how you say it, no matter how many times you think it in your head, it just doesn’t make sense. How could that not have been Sieun?

The walk back towards the convenience store by the river is slow and quiet, but your mind races with these thoughts, calling for just more and more of your brainpower to stay conscious and on track towards your meeting place. Even though you’re sure the initial confusion has subsided, the effect still settles deep within every bone of your body: you fucked another woman besides Sieun.

Before you know it, your feet bring you to the convenience store by the river. Sieun’s eyes meet yours from inside through the window, and she motions you to come in faster. You pull the door open and a cool blast of air hits your face, and Sieun pulls you into the seat beside her.

She fights the noodles down her throat, and after a quick gasp, she starts: “Apologize for missing my calls later. Lemme finish this first, then we go over to your house.” She downs a swig of Mountain Dew and fights back the stinging acid running down her throat. 

“My house? But-” she interrupts by bringing a chopstick to your lips. She sucks in air through her teeth, and finally goes back for more of her ramyeon. You note it’s the spicy kind as the heat coats your lips where her chopsticks touched.

“Please shut up while I’m eating. I’ll explain later.” She flashes you the dorky kind of smile that could nevertheless kill and returns to her ramyeon, paying you no further mind. 

Despite being over budget, you pick out another six-pack of beer for the two of you and bring it to the registers. She eyes you from her seat by the window and gives you a thumbs up from there. You sigh and wonder how you landed someone as great as her. If only…

~~~

“Wow, nice place.” Sieun's eyes roam across your living room, from your sofa, to the TV, to the coffee table with its remote and mug filled with cold tea from this morning. “Quaint. I like it.

“ What the fuck does ‘quaint’ mean, Oh Sieun?” you tease. Bring an arm around her shoulder and pull her close, plant a kiss on her cheek.

“It just means quaint,” she sighs casually, leaning into your embrace, “no more, no less.”

Both of you take off your shoes and make your way to the sofa. You place the six-pack of beer on the coffee table as Sieun bounces on a sofa cushion, evidently having a good time. You shoot her a look, and you're stopped in your tracks by how her hair falls unerringly into place like it does. She smiles at you again, but you take a seat on the floor in front of her.

“What are you doing down there?” Her giggle rings clear as day as she says it. She picks up a can of beer and pulls on the tab, releasing carbon dioxide in a melodious fizz that eases the tension around you: tension you didn't know was there.

She hands you the beer and you take it carefully, for some reason trying not to mess up whatever it is your body is planning to do next. You feel the cold floor tiles against the palm of your hand, not nearly as cold as the beer in the other, before giving up on both and focusing on the imminent warmth that is Sieun's feet. 

Set the beer down and grasp her soles through her cobalt blue socks. Find her muscles, tendons and nerves as you push and squeeze around her delicate feet. Wring out strangled sighs and shushed whimpers from Sieun’s lips.

“What the fuck are you doing…” Her breath hitches before continuing on unsteadily. She unravels, thread by thread, under the changing and shifting pressures you apply on her soles and toes, confusion vying to bubble up to the front of her mind but ultimately getting pushed back down by the attention you give her. 

“What’s gotten into you, babe?” She giggles more as you manipulate her body the way you like, and yet you’re pulled into her intensifying orbit. Your… friend… leans forward and takes your cheeks in her hands. She pulls you towards her and kisses you, nibbling your lower lip at every careful squeeze you apply on her foot. Her tongue tries to push past your teeth, and for the first time in a long time, you find yourself hesitant.

“You… must be tired today. I thought I’d be nice.” You try to hide the uncertainty in your voice, choosing to divert her attention elsewhere. You strip her of her socks and toss them in the general direction of your shoes. Continue to rub her feet, and she pulls you in for another kiss.

This time, you accept. Her tongue slips past your teeth and you meet it with yours, swirling around each other as more of her sultry gasps drift out of her mouth. Sieun pulls you even closer, trying to take in more of you, before she runs out of breath and has to break away. 

“Whew, that was hot,” your friend sighs as she leans back onto the backrest and breathes deep. Her head lolls back and she stares idly at the ceiling as she tries to catch her breath. “Where’d you learn that, huh, stud?” 

Ignoring her, you continue to massage her. Moving from her soles and toes to the balls of her feet, your hands make their way to her heels, then her ankles, and up to her calves. 

"Oh, I love how you think, babe." Your hands crawl up her smooth and creamy legs, and she flashes you a smirk. Sieun relaxes with a deep sigh and her eyes shut. Your friend's naughty smile is unsteady on her lips, victim to your sensual assault on her legs.

Stop momentarily, take a beer can from the table. You pull on the tab and release its own pent-up fizz and hand it to her, casually yet carefully. "Take a sip, baby. Let me take care of you."

She receives it with a tiny "thank you" and takes a sip. As you return to her massage, you watch her lips curl around the rim of the can, arousal growing as her tongue wipes over and collects the fluid left behind.

Your hands reach her hips and you grip resolutely. It catches her mid-sip, and it forces her to keep the beer in her mouth for a little while longer. Then, she makes a show of swallowing slowly and licking her lips after once more. 

You slip your fingers under the waistband of her PE pants and pull down. With a little help from your friend lifting her hips off the couch, you successfully peel it all off of her smooth legs. She spreads them for you and you’re met with a pair of blue lace panties covering her crotch. The sight of them sends even more blood rushing into your dick, and your self-control dwindles in the face of her needy whines.

“I picked out a cute pair for you today… You like?” Sieun brings her knees up to her chest, letting her feet dangle in the air. She hooks her arms under her legs and starts biting her finger enticingly, communicating what she wants you to do next.

Remember the comfort that is Oh Sieun, how you just get each other so well, how there’s next to no guesswork when it comes to her. You pull her panties to the side, revealing a drenched pussy in need of some love. The sensation of the fabric leaving her core is exhilarating for her, but nothing excites her more compared to what’s coming. She braces herself as you bring your face closer, and finally you drag your tongue up against her clit.

You pepper kisses all over her crotch in between long drags between her puffy lips and dripping cunt. "Mmm, babe…" She leaks more in response, torn between wanting you to go faster and harder or slower and softer, bucking her hips but changing her mind. Her sweet nectar intoxicates you like a love potion, wanting more of it, more of her, that you tighten your grip on her waist and hold her steady to lap up more of her essence. The feeling of your hands imprinting on her sides drives her closer to the edge, and her moans grow in volume and intensity as you continue the hard, hard work of loving her to death.

“Stop… No, not yet… I’m really close, babe,” she whines powerlessly, not knowing the effect it has on you. “Please come up here, I need you…” She unhooks her arms from her legs and draws them outstretched to receive you. In return, you stand over her and make quick work of your belt. She takes the initiative of pulling down your pants once free, and your friend’s delicate fingers grasp your already rock-hard cock to stroke and marvel at.

“You want this, baby?” Your cock twitches between her fingers, telling her wordlessly that you want her just as bad. With Sieun, there’s no need to thrust into her hands: she knows you so well, she’s so devoted to your cock that she learned for herself how best to service you.

“Yes, please…” She brings it down and right against her fuckhole. She teases herself with it; it’s all she could do when you loom over her with authority. She rubs your head on her clit, showing you just how ready she is for you, before tracing the lips of her pussy and smearing her slick all over your tip. “Can I please have it?” 

“Do what you have to do,” you command, and she heaves a sigh of arousal before doing her best job. Her hand slithers under her jacket and most probably under her bra again to pull out another condom. She tears it open with her teeth and, this time, places it on her lips. Sieun guides the rubber onto your tip and unrolls it onto your length using only her mouth, taking in more of your shaft as she does. She barely makes it all the way to your base, but a sudden bout of impatience hits her and she plunges herself onto you, taking you all the way and causing her to gag. You feel some of her spit drip onto your calf, so you stroke her hair and let her breathe. 

“You’re adorable, you know that? Taking my dick like such a good girl…” Grab a fistful of her hair and slowly pull her off your cock, letting more of her spit fall from her lips to wherever. Her eyes are shut and tears form in the corners, but she doesn’t wipe them away. 

You retake your place on the floor between her legs and point your attention back to her feet. You pick up her left foot and place a kiss on her big toe, causing her to moan long and deep. You continue moving, kissing her sole and the ball of her foot, and her toes flex in response to the pleasure. Finally, you take her other foot and suck on her toes, one by one, making sure to coat each one in your spit. 

“Mmmh, please, more…” Your friend tries to push for more contact between your tongue and her toes, but you force her back under control. Bite down, hard, onto her pinky toe. Sh whimpers and ultimately submits.

“Behave, baby.” Your speech slurs as your tongue laps at every single crease and crevice you could find, never giving her a chance to catch her breath. It drives Sieun wild, and her pussy leaks even more of her slick onto the cushion she’s sitting on, and you find that she’s pushed a couple of her fingers into her needy cunt. Despite this, you pay her no mind and keep licking her sole and nibbling on her toes. Your mouth fills with the salty taste of her feet, and suddenly stopping is the most difficult thing in the world.

“Fuck, please… Shit!” She accidentally shoves more of her foot into your mouth, assaulting your tastebuds with her delicious musk. It’s overwhelming how good every part of her tastes, but you manage to regain control of yourself. Her toes are peppered with more small pecks that only cause her to leak more of her essence on her inner thighs and cushion. 

“I can’t take it anymore… I need your cock, please!!!” She spreads her pussy lips to show you just how drenched she is. Her juices glisten all over her crotch and thighs, and her fingers tracing her fuckhole make her cunt quiver in anticipation for the pleasure you’ll bring. It’s enough to snap your attention right away to the task at hand.

You plant your hands on either side of her head on the backrest, still looming over her. She takes your cock in her hands again and aims it at her waiting entrance with a needy look in her eyes. “I can’t wait anymore, please?” 

Of course you indulge her. Enter her heat carefully, feel her walls make way for your length. Her mouth forms an “o” as you push yourself further and further into your friend’s core, rubbing against all her good spots, drawing out gasps and little moans from her.

“Babe, your thick cock is so good, please…” Her legs twitch when you hit certain points, letting you know exactly how she likes it. Her toes curl with pleasure as she welcomes you deeper into her sex, just as she searches for your lips to steal kisses from in spite of her eyes that won’t open.

You pick up the pace, spearing into her core faster and faster, as her grip on your shoulders tightens with each of your thrusts. Her forehead starts to form small beads of sweat, as do her forearms and the insides of her thighs. She’s getting restless again, squirming under you as you fuck her, and you place your hands on her hips again to keep her steady, the naughty girl. 

“Fuck, babe, please… Please!” She places her hand on the back of your neck to keep you close. Her eyes finally open and you see the fire within her pupils just begging to be doused. You can do nothing else but indulge her, and your friend grows wetter and tighter to accommodate her favorite cock. It only spurs you on further with how pliant, how willing Sieun is. Was she always like this?

On the other end of your mind, a gruesome memory resurfaces. Who was that girl? Why did she look exactly like Sieun? What was she doing in her house?

She pulls you in and captures your lips with hers. Your friend nibbles and licks and grunts throughout the kiss, aligned with every single one of your thrusts into her needy core, all the while trying to hold you tighter so she never lets you go. 

Why did she let you in like that? Why did she let you kiss her then? Why is she letting you kiss her now?

“Fuck… Fucking shit! You feel so good inside me, please!!!” Her screams of pleasure snap you awake, and you’re met with the visual of Oh Sieun, your friend, staring blankly into your eyes as you use her tight little fuckhole mercilessly. Her tongue hangs out her mouth and drops of saliva leak down to her chin and onto her jacket. “Please… please babe, I need more…”

You get the message and give her what she wants. Pull out, only for a moment, and let her adjust. She flips over, plants her knees into the seat cushions, places her hands on the backrest. Sieun presents her plump ass to you, and she squeezes her thigh before spreading her legs again to show you her dripping, freshly fucked cunt. 

As if hit with another dose of adrenaline, you shove your cock back into her soaked and quivering pussy, hard, causing her to yelp and scream. You grab her slim waist, feeling up her smooth skin just burning to be ravaged, and pull her towards you with every thrust, causing the sofa to creak and groan. However, it's nothing compared to the unholy noises forced out of Sieun's mouth; her lungs burn and her throat sores as she's subjected to more and more of your mind-numbing pleasure. 

“I can't… I can't hold it! Babe, I'm cumming!!!” Her velvet walls clench and suffocate your cock, but it does nothing to slow your maniacal pace. Your rough-fucking of her pussy never stops, never slows, and despite the pain she undeniably feels with you abusing her body (you know how sick she is in the head), she nevertheless pushes back to meet your pelvis in what little efforts she could take to bring herself over the edge. 

Your orgasm hits you like a train derailed, and despite your weakened state from earlier in the day, you deliver spurts and spurts of your warm cum into the rubber. She feels every twitch and throb of your cock inside her burning core, and it brings your friend over the edge too. Her hips convulse just as the first streaks of her girlcum spray out of her cunt, leaking more and more of her love juices onto the poor cushion underneath her with every jerk of her hips. She screams and wails her pleasure; surely she’s waking up with a sore throat tomorrow morning. For now, her teeth clamp down on the fabric of the backrest, the only thing she could reach with you keeping her firmly in place.

Your respective orgasms start to wind down, and you pull yourself out of her and let her collapse onto the sofa. Take your seat next to her, pick up your can of beer from the floor, lean back like a king. You take a sip, and the alcohol soothes your shot nerves and dry throat. 

Sieun cuddles up next to you, leaning on your shoulder and draping one of her arms across your chest. You place your arm over her in response, and she melts again.

“Whew,” she sighs, out of breath and with a noticeably raspy voice, “that was great. Why don’t you fuck me like that all the time?” Her chest rises and falls with every tiny circle she draws on your chest, and you squeeze her closer to you. You’re drawn back into the comfort of just understanding each other, of not needing to explain, of just being you around your friend.

But once again, the guilt bubbles in your chest. You remember: you’ve slept with another woman not even a day earlier who looks exactly like her, and what’s worse, she even felt better than Sieun did. She let you sniff her hair, kiss her neck, fuck her ass. Are you really not going to tell her?

The guilt rises up your throat and drops into your stomach at the same time. It dawns on you again, this is your friend. Your friend, who you drank beer with on a Friday afternoon. Your friend, who begged you to use her like she was yours. Your friend, who keeps condoms in her bra for you and only you. Just friends, that’s all. Are you really not going to tell her?

Suddenly, your view is obscured by her eyes. You find Sieun on top of you, straddling you, as she takes your cheeks in her hands. Her hair falls to her cheeks as she positions her face above yours, and she plants wet kisses and licks on your lips. 

“Thanks for today, babe,” she says between smooches. Your hands drift towards her hips again, and once you grasp them, she breathes out slowly and sensually. She breaks the kiss for a bit, but she keeps her forehead on yours. “If you’re trying to tempt me,” she runs her thumbs on your cheekbones, “then it’s working. But not right now, I’m spent.” Her giggles make their way into your ears again, and her gravity strengthens its pull on you once more.

You check the time and find it’s late, much too late for a lady like her to be out alone on a night like this. Wrap your arms around her waist tight, secure the woman of your dreams in your embrace forever. However, you know time is running out and the guilt will only root deeper into your system and eat you alive if you don’t pull it out soon; pull it out now. 

“Do you wanna bring this over to the bed?” You try your hardest to be casual about the question, but the way it comes out, shaky and tentatively-toned, makes it anything but. Still, she finds it cute, evidenced by the small giggle that escapes her. 

“Sorry, gotta be fair. I kick you out every week, don't I?” Oh Sieun stands up quickly and without any hint of dizziness, landing on her feet gracefully. What’s left of her slick runs down her creamy thighs and the moment you snap yourself out of staring at the lewd sight, you notice she was staring too.

“I need your shower and a towel, never mind if it’s used.” She makes her own way into your shower, but not before opening every closed door and flipping every light switch she could find. Once she finds the bathroom, her head peeks out from inside, and she calls at you:

“Leave the towel and my clothes by the door, I’ll get them when I’m done.”

The door shuts loudly, and you realize you failed. Without much else to do, you gather her things in your arms sullenly and drop them by the door like she asked. You take your seat back on the couch and ultimately resolve to turn the beer in the can into beer in your stomach. 

~~~

Oh Sieun exits the bathroom clad in her perennial PE jacket and jogging pants, with the added twist of your towel wrapped around her hair. It’s the first time you’ve had her like this: squeaky clean, sweet-scented, relaxed like you didn’t just rail each other to oblivion. She’s beautiful, and you can’t even bring yourself to tell her.

“Hey, what’s the address here? I need a taxi.” She plops herself down next to you on the sofa and brings her legs over on your lap. Half of you regrets forgetting to put on pants, while the other half starts to get ideas. 

You reach out your hand to take her phone, but while Sieun leans over to give it to you, she notices your cock starting to harden once more. “Something’s up with you today, babe.” The phone makes its way from her hand to yours, and she gets an irresistibly naughty look in her eye again. 

Your friend takes your cock in between her bare soles. You feel the damp skin of her feet rub against your growing shaft while you type in your address and book her cab for her. 

“Is this gonna be a regular thing with us? Because,” you look over to her and find her leaning on the armrest with her head leaning on her hand, “I dunno. I could get used to this.”

“Could be if you want it to, Sieun.” You hand her back her phone, and she sees the cab on the map, only six minutes away. “I’d rather you not start something you’re not gonna finish, though.”

“Wow, Mister Bigshot. Challenge fucking accepted.” She speeds up her footjob, bringing her toes into the mix as well. You groan at every point of contact between your cock and the creases of her feet, and you can tell she’s enjoying it too. “Maybe I took that shower too early…”

You take her feet in her hands and fuck them properly. She moans in response, and she spreads her knees apart and shoves a hand into her pants. You try matching each other’s paces, and with four minutes to spare, you try to go faster and faster.

“Why is it I’m so weak when it comes to you, huh?” Your grunts punctuate every word you utter while you rub your cock on her feet. She tries forming a reply, but the feeling of you just using her messes with her mind and makes her forget everything else but you.

“Shit… shit! Let me suck your cock!” Sieun pulls her feet away and positions her face over your lap. She hurriedly takes half your length straight into her warm, wet mouth, and her tongue glides and rubs all over your shaft wherever and as far as she could reach. You grab her head and force it down to take more of you in, and her hips buck onto her hand the moment you feel yourself hit the back of her throat. 

You keep her there for a while, and she never ever stops running her lewd tongue over your dick. The sounds and vibrations coming from her mouth only spur you on further, as does the sight of her fingering herself under her pants just for you. 

Just to tease her more, you take her phone and show it to her: one more minute. She tries even harder to suck you off, hollowing out her cheeks and going wild with her tongue. Her moans grow deeper and louder to match yours, and the vibrations that reach your rock-hard cock drive you close to the edge.

“Baby, I’m close… Take my fucking seed in your mouth!” You pull her head down as far as she can go, and amidst gags and glucks your friend never tries pulling herself off, instead choosing to be a good girl and receive everything that’s for her and her alone. Your warm cum shoots into her throat, and despite her gags she never lets up or lets go of your cock between her lips. 

Her phone suddenly rings, no doubt the taxi calling to say he’s at the pickup point, and in the closest of calls your spurts come to an end. Sieun raises her head and shows you how much of your seed she collected on her tongue with a smile, and she makes a show of swallowing it all for you. 

She gets up and makes for the door, but when you try to follow her out you find your legs are jelly. Instead, she leans over and plants a kiss on your cheek, and as she walks off you hear the sound of your front door creaking opening and shutting quickly.

~~~

a/n: wow wild ride writing this LMAOOO this took a while what with hiatus and all but overall im pretty cool w how it turned out, this also isnt one of my kink personally like noona was but nevertheless still very fun! stay tuned for the next :)))

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[fertilize-my-eggs]

He's watching you.

Sleep paralysis demon Shigaraki x fem reader noncon smut

A/N: so I made a poll for me to work on switch fanfic the hangover smut or the sleep paralysis demon shiggy and y'all wanted the demon shiggy so hope y'all enjoy this one. This one was based on doja cat demon, parts of it.

Warnings: noncon + dead doves do not eat + oral(female) + breed & knots + reader has a mental breakdown please read this with cautious + tomura being a scummy pervert dick. + pissing + multiple orgasms.

You're unable to move as you stare intensely at the creature that always watches you.

Even since you brought this big old house in the forest, your family has told you, are you insane? To that, you just love the quiet woods, how beautiful it is when it's changing colors from the warmth of autumn to the chilly cold winter.

The creature stares back at you, tilting his head to the side as you watch it in a crouch position on the roof of your bedroom.

You can't help but stare at the black horns sitting on his head with pure white locks, both his hands and feets were covered in black gradient.

His skin was pale but was scarred everywhere. It always makes you flustered that this thing was naked. It has his penis dangling freely as he shows his pointy fangs with a sinister smile.

You blink a few times to see the creature vanish.

Each night was the same thing, you were taking a nice warm bath, cleaning your body.

The soapy foam was covering your body, you sigh softly. This was clearing your mind and not thinking about that demon creature thing.

As you rub your shoulder feeling relaxed, a chill runs down your spine as you feel sharp pointy fingertips touch your scalp down to your back.

You quickly turn around seeing nothing, there was no one here.

" what the fuck… " you turn away feeling your heart pounding in your chest.

" fucking stop doing that. "You scream out, you know this creature was messing with you.

Silence fills the room, this thing can smell your fear and he can taste how delicious it is when you're shivering like a leaf.

You quickly get out and start to dry yourself off, you hear laughter echo out in the house.

It's mocking you, you gulp your saliva as you fear that it is real.

You leave the room back to your bedroom as you change into something comfy.

Maybe a good, nice sleep will help you out.

Wearing a cozy plain shirt and shorts was enough for you, you crawl in your blanket as you sigh softly.

You are slowly falling asleep.

.

.

.

Your nose scrunched up as you pant heavily, why is it feeling hot in this room.

You cry out, arching your back up as you grab what feels to be hair near your crotch.

You blink a few times as your eyes wide as you look down, the long white hair covers your whole body, your shorts go missing and you see it feasting.

His long tongue licks up your clit back to your entrance, you feel his fingers sliding inside faster.

 You're sobbing from this, you stare back at his intense crimson eyes staring back at you.

He groan as he has smirk on his wet lips, he lean back down, using his tongue to fuck your insides.

You grip the sheets and his white hair, grinding his face, you noticed how his tail wags side to side. It's long and has a pointy end at his tip.

His arms wrap around your thighs pulling you roughly towards him as he begins to devour your sweet juices.

You scream out as you rise up breathing heavily…. You put a hand on your chest as you begin to pant.

Was that a dream, it felt so realistic… the look and the way he… you look down to see you wearing your shorts but notice it has wet stains and the sheets as well.

You sigh as you get up to change the cover and take a quick shower.

This has to stop, why… Why did he pick me out of anyone.. why?

You keep questioning it and question this creature, it has to be something that is so… abnormal.

Maybe it's the house that holds this creature hostage, maybe it's a ghost of a person.

The old owner did mention someone living here before you.

You sigh heavily, maybe you will never find out.

You get out to dry yourself, as you are lost in thoughts.

There was a whisper. " I can hear you. "It was soft and raspy near your ear as you quickly looked around.

There was nothing, it's driving you insane.

The fingertips dance on your skin as you run away, breathing heavily.

" stop… just fucking stop.. " you whisper out, the room is empty but you know it's listing to you.

It's a cat and mouse game to him, he is playing with you both physically and mentally.

" please… leave me alone. " you crouch down as you begin to rock as tears slide down.

" What do you WANT from me?!? " you scream out, blinking away the tears as you hug yourself.

You look crazy sitting on the floor talking to nothing but you know this creature is messing with you.

You hiccup heavily as you quietly get up and lay back down. It's nothing… it's all in my imagination you thought.

Your tired mind tries to fight to stay awake as you hold your blanket close, cover your body as if you were a child with a big mad monster.

You blink again to see him back in the same position on the ceiling, he starts crawling towards the center as he stands upside down.

He looks so intimidating with his lean muscular body as you stare paralyzed in fear.

You blink again as he disappears and reappears above you on all fours as he licks his lips.

" Did you miss me? " you blink again as he vanishes in thin air, you are struggling to move.

" did you enjoy me eating you out darling~? " your eyes move down to the edge of the bed as his claw-like hands rise upward as he moves up. 

The deep purring and growls send goosebumps all over your body.

He crawled towards you with that same smile, those eyes.

" I know you were excited when I ate your tight little pussy ~. " he traced his fingertips on your skin.

" can't wait until you taste the real thing. " he cheeky wink at you as you finally spoke.

" w-what do you mean? " he tilted his head back as he let out a deep dry laugh.

" ohh sweetie~. " his hand caress your face tenderly as he lean in and whisper.

" you can't handle this cock." He nips your ears.

" You'll be so cock drunk by it, you'll be begging for more~." As he leans away watching your facial reaction to this, you gulp harder.

His hands slide down the curve of your body as he rips the shorts off.

You scream at him to stop, you're crying out.

He roughly pulls your shirt up to reveal your bare chest.

" No bra? I see~ " he lean to give soft kisses to your right breast as he pitches and pull the other.

" stop… stop!! It hurts. " You cry out, push his head away but his free hand quickly pins both your wrists above your head as you moan out.

He ignores your pleas as he bites harshly on your nipples, he takes his time to give hickeys to each one.

You will look beautiful wearing it, he licks his lips as he growls at you.

His tail taps the sheet excitedly, you know he is getting off on this.

His fingertips slide down to your core as he groans lowly.

" Your body is being honest to me, I know~ " he add three fingers inside of you as he's being careful, sliding in and out fast.

" I know baby… be patient 'kay? You'll get your reward soon~ " he pants heavily as he goes inhuman speed no human can beat this, it feels like a machine.

You arched your back upward as you watch him cooing at you sweetly.

Wetness sliding down fast as the loud slick echo in your ears.

Your orgasm hits you like a train, toes curl in, your body starts to twitch as your eyes roll back.

You look possessive in that state but to him, you look like godness fallen from the heavens taken by a disgusting pervert demon like himself.

You didn't have time to enjoy your high as he removed his fingers quickly, he grabbed your thigh, pulling it towards him.

He throws your leg over his shoulder as he grabs his hard cock and roughly shoves it insides. You scream in pain as he purr sweetly, the tails wrapped around your thigh as he grinds a bit.

Letting you get the feel of his size, he pulled out fully as he rammed inside fast.

You can't control your moan, it doesn't sound like you, it sounds more animalistic.

 

You can feel he has these weird bumps, more glans at the tips as he growls heavily.

He begins to scratch your skins leaving behind red marks, you feel a hard ball at his base every time he slams deep.

" yeah~!! Take that fucking cock, you slut! " he growls more, your sweat runs down your skin, reddish hue covers your skin.

" please.. no more I-.. " you cry out, you gripping his arms as he slamming your cervix each time he thrusts.

The tail removes itself as it moves to your waist area, pulling your body upwards as he grabs your thighs to meet his heavy thrusts.

He was right, you can't handle this, it's getting too much. You roll your eyes back as you begin to piss on the bed sheets and his crotch area.

He purrs at this as he licks his lips, he continues shoving his thick cock inside your tight hole.

" see that~ " you blink at him with a heavy eyelid, you feel exhausted from two orgasms.

His hands touch your chest as it follows your belly, your eyes open wide as he caresses the large bugle.

" That's me~.." he groans out as he looks down at where you're connected, his meaty cock sliding in and out your wet sloppy pussy as he growls.

" fuck~!! You were made for this.. auhhh you want my knot? " he leaned in as there was excitement in his eyes.

" I never knotted a human, I usually eat them… but-.. " you blinked a few times, what does he mean by that???

" you're too pretty to eat…. well your juicy pussy on other hand. " He giggles airy as he makes some sick joke, playing with your locks.

" fuck~! best thing I ever tasted shit-.. you like that didn't you? " he tilts his head as he begins to smirk wide.

" Are you enjoying this? You sicko~. " he bites your neck harshly as he grinds his hips slowly.

" you can't wait until I knotted you? Make you full with my demonic babies inside. " He has the biggest smile you've ever seen, it is unsettling.

He leans away as he pushes your thighs to your chest, you're a babbling mess. Grabbed his arms tight you couldn't think straight by his cock bullying your cervix.

" Do you want it? Do you want me to knot and breed you like cumdump whore that you are?" You nodded your head fast as you're agreeing with this, a dump goofy smile on your face.

" awww the little human can't think of anything, I knew you'd get cock drunk by me~ " he groaned softly as he tightened his grip.

He pulls his cock out fully as he slams back inside faster, his hips in a circular motion as he stares lustfully.

" Are you ready? Ahhh fuck~ it's coming pretty. " he carass your cheek lovely as he groan out.

You can feel it at your entrance, you keep nodding your head, drooling sliding down, you about to hit an intense orgasm.

He bites your other side of the neck, the one that hasn't been marked.

You scream out loud, your body intense, twitching all over. You can feel more piss sliding down your sheets heavily. You hear a loud plop sound locking you together, the growls echo in your ears, feeling his hot thick cum filling you up.

You whimper as you grip his hair, his pelvis grinds your entrance as he begins to slow down.

He pant softly as you scrunch your nose at the heavy musky smell in the room.

Everything feels hot, you feel more exhausted by this.

You blink your eyes at him as he curls up your chest, his tail wraps around your leg as your bodies get tangled.

Your breathing calms down as you pull him close.

Maybe this isn't a bad idea as others think.

Getting dick down by a demon sounds hot, it was intense as you thought. 

You pet his messy white hair as you look at him, he begins to nip on your chest as he begins to grab it softly.

You hope this lasts longer, you don't want this to end.

He pulls away as he smiles at you.

" It's time to wake up. "

You blink again to see it is the bright morning again as you breath heavy.

" no… wait I want you back.. " you look around to see the empty room, you tilt your head downward with sadness.

As you pout out in a quiet room, you feel the chills again as you know his presents are near.

You start to smile thinking maybe he'll come back to your dreams again. You bite your lip as you feel the fingertips run down your throat.

You try to get up only to realize you're unable too.

You realize there are marks all over your body as you bite your lip hard.

You sigh softly as you lay back and enjoy the sleepless that take hold.

[kaledya]

Hürrem reply !🌸

Yeah that moment was LIVE ! It happened in the same time ! I was so surprise ! _

Well for her form, for me Vassago has giving her education about the Goetia for sure. So she probably know how in theory but doesn't have the practice ?

Her father,  in his eyes, (even if he never said it to her and their relationship of father-daughter is complex) Hürrem is for him a Goetia and he doesn't care she doesn't have the title or the secret that she is.

But in another way because of his mistake (he think it is his mistake), he has lost his best friend for this child.

Both Parvin and Vassago where just sad and they know each other so well, skinship just happened, in a hope to feel better just for a moment, even if there is not really true love (except the love of friendship) and Vassago gay.

I think that night they must have been in depressed drunk mood.

So in conclusion I think Vassago try to give Hürrem the best without truly being involved. He also need to be careful of Paimon.

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Ahah the dialogue was so funny ! It make me think of Kuzco, at the end of the movie he just take potion and transform in bunch of animals (he want the one that would change him in human) and some guards are running after him and each time he take a potion he transform in the worst animal ever for the moment

Kuzco *needs to fly* Also Kuzco *transform into a parrot with wings so small we can't even call them tiny*

Same with Hürrem there ! And I just LAUGHED imagining Giovanni's face like "Well, that was not exactly... what I have in mind."

_

Also I realise I actually can rumble and show details and 'spoilers' about Hürrem! Like its not Lolicia.

Sooo I draw Hürrem genealogy tree on her mother side !! I had so much fun !

So some little things and details !

  - I didn't have a name for the grandmother yet, so I call her Miss Bunny ! She is absolutely the bunny girl from Bambi as inspiration.   - Paimon thinks *"damn it. Too pretty."* about Miss Bunny.

Fun fact : Miss Bunny and Parvin have bunny tails !

  - Hürrem actually look like her grandmother a lot! She has the same hair texture, rabbit's weaskers and shape of face with the plump cheeks. And also her dad, with her general shape.   - Parvin looks a lot like her dad! And has a narcissistic guy, Paimon probably love her more for it and that is why he kept her close to him even if he asked her to stay in her palace all the time.

Miss Bunny, Parvin and Hürrem all have horns that get smaller.

Miss Bunny has big horns with two shades of pink. Parvin has medium horns with two shades of purple. Hürrem as small horns with shade of white and dark green.

Fun fact : Parvin's nose has the shape of a bird beak but she has a normal mouth underneath.

Parvin is truly half Demon, half Goetia. Where Hürrem is a Goetia with parts of demon (bunny fur on tail, weaskers, horns)

Fun fact : the tip of the two feathers on top of Hürrem's head is plum color like the feathers on the back of Vassago's head.

Miss Bunny, Parvin and Hürrem all have two shades of colors in their hair.

Parvin is half-rabbit and half- great horned owl or raven (whatever Paimon is)

Where Hürrem actually developped the parrot form of Vassago to be a special type of parrot : a sun conure parrot.

Also Parvin has purple eyes and stars on her cheeks because of the meaning of her name.

Parvin has bunny ears because in the early design of Hürrem, I draw her with bunny ears but I change my mind.

That is all ! Sorry I rumble a lot but I can finally say some things without spoiling anything! Hope you like it !

_

I will dwell into ibis paint things ! I'm not forgetting ! Have a great day 🌸🌸🌸

Yes, it was quite logical that she knew it in theory but not in practice.

I really liked his father's attitude towards Hürrem from this aspect, even though their relationship is complex, it is nice that he still sees her as a Goetia.

Yes... This is something that really happens in real life too, some fathers can unintentionally blame their children for the loss of their wives (in his case his friend), and this leaves a gap between them.

And I really love how Vassagon tries to give Hürrem the best without getting too involved.But of course he needs to be careful with Paimon.

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Yes lmao I remember Kuzco, it was one of the really good cartoons!

And yes, I can't remember Kuzco ever turning into an animal he wanted throughout the series. Usually, when he wasn't a llama, he was the wrong animal in the wrong place.

And LMAO Yes!! And now he'll have to run away with those little legs because he can't use his wings.

Yes, the same goes for Hürrem. She can't be whatever she wants.But on the bright side, it's a really cool scene when it happens.

And yes that was exactly Giovanni's reaction *Takes the little parrot rabbit and starts running on 4 legs*

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YIPWPWPWPWEPEPE SPOILERS✨✨✨

First of all, I seriously didn't expect Parvin to be this beautiful.Seriously the design is 10/10 It totally gives off the royal vibe and seriously, whether it's the color palette or the look.

I seriously can't describe in words how beautiful she is.

And I just realized that technically Parvin is Stolas' half-sister. Did they know each other?

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I think Miss Bunny is pretty good nickname. And Paimon is right, she is really pretty.

-Yes, Hürrem definitely looks more like her grandmother than her mother.And as you said, a little bit of Vassago

-Yes, someone like Paimon would probably like his daugther more just because she looks more like him, but to be honest, Parvin is really beautiful.🛐

-It seems normal for the horn gene to become rarer as the generation progresses, as a result, noble blood becomes more dominant over time.

-The detail on Parvin's nose was very clever!!

-I think it is a very nice design idea that all 3 of them have 2 colors in their hair. It really adds liveliness to the character's hair.

-Paimon is probably a great hornet owl.

- I'll look into it when you mention it. Sun conure parrots are really beautiful, they remind me of mangoes.

(Another Nickname for Hürrem lmao)

-The color of Parvin's eyes and the stars on her cheeks are truly a wonderful detail!!

-Rabbit ears would suit Hürrem, but I think it would be a better choice for her to look more Goetia.So I think you made the right decision.

No no no you don't need to apologize for rumble I seriously love reading what you write!!!! And I seriously love learning more about of your characters, too.Thank you for taking the time to write!!!

But ahm, I mean you can say spoilers, I don't mind UwU

I wish you good luck with ibis paint

Have a good day🌸🌸

[iboatedhere]

i've got two if you're cool with it, do with them what you will:

summer vibes: the smell of sunscreen june prompts: dandelions

and let's go with post-canon 👀♥️

“I think you missed a spot, sweetheart.”

Henry looks up, a white cast of sunscreen covering his entire face and even more on his fingertips. 

“Where?”

Alex laughs and rubs in an incredibly thick spot on the outer edge of Henry’s ear. 

“There, I think I got it.”

“You shouldn’t tease,” Henry says, upending the bottle of sunscreen and squeezing a dollop into his palm before rubbing it onto his arms. “SPF is very important.”

“I know it is, babe, but I don’t think you have to reapply every twenty minutes.”

“It hasn’t been that often, and even if it has been, there’s nothing wrong with being proactive. Skin cancer is no joke.”

“You’re going to smell like a coconut for the next decade.”

“Suppose I’ll just need to take a very thorough shower tonight,” Henry says as he works on his other arm. “If you’re good, I might let you join me.”

Alex grins and lowers his sunglasses over his eyes. 

It’s a nice thought for a nice day.  

The sun is bright and warm when he tips his face into it, and the blanket is soft beneath his hands as he leans back. 

There's a couple a few yards away, her head in his lap as she reads, and just beyond them, a mother braiding dandelions into her young daughter’s hair. 

Further down the hill, a man throws a ball for his golden retriever, and at the curve in the path, two kids buy fresh sliced fruit from a brightly colored cart. 

There’s pop music blasting from someone’s shitty Bluetooth speaker, and sirens and car horns sound off in the distance. 

It’s a symphony of everyday New York City life. 

It’s beautiful, if he doesn’t look at the teenage girl with her phone up and pointed in their direction. If he doesn’t wonder what Twitter account it’ll be posted to or what tabloid it’ll be splashed across. He doesn’t worry about what they’ll say about their body language or how he hasn’t shaved in a few days. That Henry’s hair is longer now, or that it’s a Wednesday afternoon and they’re sitting in the sun in the middle of Prospect Park. 

If he pretends that he doesn’t see Amy and Cash posted nearby, looking out of place in their dark suits as they scan the crowd. 

If he doesn’t think about how he might have squeaked out a few years of normalcy, maybe, a few administrations from now, when he’d be replaced by a newer, younger–but not necessarily hotter–First Son. Alex would have the time to finish school, pass the bar, and get a job at a respectable firm before he decided to get into politics and step back into the public eye on his own terms. 

He can’t live that life because he fell in love with Henry, but he can’t imagine living any kind of life without Henry. 

Henry, who never stood a chance at anonymity no matter what. Who had been photographed more times before his first birthday than Alex has in his entire life. Who is part of a royal bloodline and obligations. Who could walk away from it all, give up the title, and still be hounded by the press, both destined and doomed. 

“Hey,” Alex says, sitting up and wrapping his fingers around Henry’s wrist. “I love you.”

Henry blinks at him from behind his Wayfarer Ray-Bans. “And I love you,” he says. “Is everything okay?”

Alex wants to ask if he still thinks it was all worth it. The drama and the sleepless nights. The vitriol from his grandmother, brother, and certain corners of the press. If he’d do it again if it got them to this moment, sitting together in the park, drowning in sunscreen. If he’d be willing to wait a little longer, push a little harder for that life they both want. Privacy and family and a future. They can still have that, but it won’t be easy. Nothing ever is.

Instead, he leans forward for a kiss that Henry doesn’t pull back from but doesn’t move toward either.

“You know there’s a teenage girl filming us,” Henry says, because of course he sees her, too. 

“Does it matter?” 

Henry shakes his head and smiles as he closes the distance. 

From now on, they’ll be at each other’s side, and it’s the only thing that matters. 

[creatorbiaze]

An Unexpected First Meeting

Aka how Pandora & Videns met

Archae-drakes. Pandora had accidentally stumbled upon the den when she ended up in Abyss.

A cliff. Trapped by the steep drop behind her, she was cornered.

"Do you trust me?"

Who said that? Their face was obscured, but they'd been grinning.

"..Y-yes?"

"Bad idea. In these Realms, trust no one, except maybe yourself."

Falling. She'd been falling. Did the mysterious one push her?

"Heyyy. Wake up. Aren't you a Sorcerer? How'd a Path Way knock you out? Either you're incredibly weak, or you'd used a lot of your power... or both," A mysterious voice muses, something cold prodding Pandora's cheek a few times in rapid succession between each sentence. She can feel something soft under her, and the air was near freezing... When did she fall asleep?

Pandora slowly opens her eyes, squinting at the entity before her. They seemed young, probably in their late teens at most. Their face was close to Pandora's, hand raised to poke her cheek again, and their ice blue eyes narrowed in concentration. Their pupils were almost cat-like, longer and a bit sharper than a human's eyes, and their long hair was dark blonde, their black bangs swept to the right of their rounded face, and two thick blue-grey stripes that tapered to pointed tips ran from their jaw an inch from the corners of their mouth to about halfway up their face. Two dark grey-blue horns sat probably halfway back on the top of their head, pointing straight back. They also had wings, the near-black feathers speckled with weirdly sparkly points, almost like the stars.

When they noticed Pandora awakening, their face lights up and they lean back, standing up straight. They seem to be a young Draconic, clothed in a long dark grey coat, blue shirt, and jeans, as well as black boots, but something seemed... oddly off about them.

"Hi! You're alive, wonderful! Knew I didn't kill ya, your mind was too active," The entity grins, their long dark blue tail swishing behind them, the jagged blade-like end glinting in the light. Was.. one of their tail blades missing..?

"C'mon, Pandora!" The entity didn't give Pandora much time to think, grabbing her cloak and hoisting her up, walking towards the entrance of the small cave they'd been in, lit by a suprisingly bright lantern sat on a small table. It seems Pandora had been laying in a pile of cushions.

Pandora lets herself get dragged, too disoriented to try and fight the weird entity, or even question why they knew her name. She looks around the forest outside the cave, the silver willow-like trees reaching high up, lavender leaves and various vines hanging down. The branches obscured the sky, but Pandora could tell it was night time. Small animals rustle in the underbrush, ferns and long grasses brushing Pandora's calves. It was almost hard to walk through, but the Draconic didn't seem to have any problem.

"Saw you having Archae-drake trouble in Abyss, so I decided to step in and help! Can't tell if it's the Shadow-walking that knocked you out or the Pathway, but either way you were out cold when we got here. Humans are resilient though, so I wasn't too worried," The entity explains cheerfully, looking over their shoulder at the Sorcerer.

"Oh... Thanks, I guess... Uhm... Where are you taking me?" Pandora decides to ask, hands clasped in front of her chest. Something about the entity was making her anxious, but she couldn't tell what. Her mind was too sluggish to properly process anything still, so she barely understood what they were saying. She notices a bright blue star-like flower, and reaches out to gently touch the soft and cold petals.

"Home!" The entity chirps, looking forward again, "You'll be fine left alone, but Star Seer would probably bug me if I left you in the woods. Oh well! Oh, by the way, if you see a flower with blue pointed petals, about yay big, don't touch it. It's deadly," The entity casually raises their hand, forefinger and thumb about two inches apart. Pandora yelps, pulling her hand away from the flower as if she was burned.

The entity laughs, still not even looking back at Pandora, "Kidding, kidding. You'll be fine. That one, though, will kill you quickly," they chuckle, pointing up at a dark purpl flower drooping down from a thin vine wound around one of the hanging branches. Pandora nods in understanding, moving to stay clear of the flower. It'd probably be best to just not touch anything... though, how did they know what flower she'd touched..?

She doesn't get the chance to question the entity, though, as they keep talking, rambling about something that Pandora couldn't keep up with. It seemed like some kind of science, though...

Eventually they reached the edge of the forest, opening to a large grassy area with a cliff to the left, a large white palace ahead, and a wide open starry sky above them.

"Ta-da! We're here!" The entity grins, arms spread wide open as they turn around to face Pandora. Did they ever stop smiling..? Though, the palace seemed almost familiar...

"Th-thanks... though... who are you, and... where is this?" Pandora asks, frowning slightly. She kept her hands clasped, folded near her chest. The cold was starting to get to her too, making her shiver slightly.

"Oh, of course!" The entity snaps their fingers, giggling, "I'm Videns, Salhan Goddess of Chaos, and secondary goddess of the Mindscape! And this is the Bright Palace, home of the Fallen Pantheon!"

Pandora inhales sharply, taking a step back as her eyes go wide. No.. what? This... child.. was part of one of the most dangerous groups in the Realms, ruled by a tyrant that some even consider near Sidera's own power? Who was this unsettling child, really?

[shadowkira]

shadowheart x karlach prompt 33. “show me you’re mine.”👀

Prompt is from here.

*slaps roof of this prompt fill* This baby can fit so many of my interests in it. Thank you, Anon.

I 100% wrote this for me, but I hope everyone who reads it enjoys it too.

This is explicit. Please don't read it unless you're over 18.

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“Show me you're mine.” Shadowheart whispered, her lips pulled into a smirk. Pale green eyes were on Karlach, who was kneeling obediently at her feet.

The half-elf ran her own fingers through her folds and moaned softly at the friction.

Karlach's glowing eyes followed the movement and she swallowed thickly.

The tiefling had ditched her torn infernal camp clothes after being provided with something equally revealing. The minimalist leather outfit showed off the glowing of her chest and her strong stomach.

Shadowheart's favorite part was actually the thick leather collar. As soon as she had seen Karlach in it, she knew she had to have her.

When they had first met, she had wanted the other woman to carry her. To bite her, grab her by the throat and have her way with her. After getting to know her companion, she came to the realization that she actually needed the opposite.

Shadowheart wanted to make the other woman beg, watch her come undone at her command.

Impressed by how patient Karlach was being, Shadowheart bit her lip as she moved her fingers toward the tiefling's mouth. Only fit that she reward that patience.

Karlach whimpered as soft, damp fingertips brushed her lips.

“Be a good girl and open your mouth for me.” Shadowheart whispered, watching through heavily lidded eyes as red lips wrapped around her digits.

A hot, dexterous tongue slid between her fingers. It curled around each digit thoroughly to ensure that they were licked clean.

Shadowheart sighed, a shiver rolling down her spine. She grabbed the tiefling by her intact horn as she eased her fingers free of her mouth.

She pulled Karlach's head toward her until the other woman's face was pressed into the dark curls at the apex of her thighs. Shadowheart's hips jumped forward to meet her mouth.

Karlach nuzzled her cheek against Shadowheart's pale hip but otherwise remained pliant in her grip.

“I took sympathy on you, do you really want to keep me waiting?”

Smoke leaked from the exhaust vents on Karlach's shoulders and she shook her head. Tilting her eyes up toward the green ones watching her as she moved.

Shadowheart's mouth fell open slightly at the first pass of that long, hot tongue.

It had been ten years since Karlach had touched another and she seemed to not be rusty at all.

Shadowheart kept her grip on Karlach's horn, happy to have something to hold onto as she ground her hips into the other woman's waiting mouth. As good as the tiefling's mouth felt, something was missing…

“Touch yourself.” Shadowheart said in a low voice as it clicked just what it was.

Karlach's eyebrows rose slightly but one of her hands obediently moved to oblige.

“No, not with your hand.”

Karlach's brows furrowed and for the first time, she pulled against the half-elf's grip.

Shadowheart clicked her tongue, “Use your tail for me, good girl.”

Karlach shivered in response, and both hands returned to their worshiping exploration of pale thighs.

Shadowheart felt herself tipping toward her first orgasm as she watched the tiefling's tail slip between her legs.

Karlach moaned against her, hands sliding around to grasp her firmly by her ass.

Shadowheart smirked, appreciating the action despite not having given permission.

The half-elf threaded the fingers of her free hand through Karlach's wild mane of hair. Tugging on it as she felt herself beginning to flutter around the tiefling's tongue.

Karlach's responding gasps and moans only provided more sensation to prolong her orgasm.

Once she started to come down from her afterglow, Shadowheart released her grip on Karlach's head.

The half-elf smiled at the woman looking up at her, chin still slick with her arousal.

“Get on your back and finish for me. I want to watch you.”

Karlach silently obeyed, more smoke pouring from the exhaust vents on her shoulders. The glow in the center of her chest had started to flicker, the color more of a vivid blue now.

Shadowheart smirked as she watched Karlach fuck herself with her tail with deep languid thrusts. The tiefling's one hand was busy pinching and squeezing at her breasts as the other teased her clit.

“Make sure to take your time, love… It's going to be a long night.” Shadowheart whispered, her hand moving to stroke herself idly once she had settled on a bedroll nearby.

[bohemiandeer]

Day 1 Viktober: Toy Boat

It was the first thing he woke up to, and the last thing he expected. Hell, it was in pieces when he last saw it, from when the one day, he dismantled it in anger. Yet the little toy boat in nearly all its glory sat perfectly content right there on his desk, as intact as the day he packed it into some of his bags and ran away. Even if Viktor could tell that, it wasn't his work that put it back together again. He could tell some of the more damaged plating had been replaced, with little bits of bronze and other pieces of scrap metal intricately worked in where the exterior otherwise would've missed gaps thanks to Viktor's frustrated dismantling of the thing. There were parts of the boat that he didn't remember being there originally, and parts where the originals simply went missing over the years.

A part of him was actually impressed in his bafflement as he stared at it, inspecting every single little inch of the toy as if it was one of his more advanced creations. He didn't dare pick it up, he wanted to resist the urge, but eventually it wasn't long until it sat, cradled in a metal hand, spinning one of the rutters tentatively with a finger. How did he or whoever was responsible for this, even get the parts? He thought he threw them out. Yet here he is, staring at one of his oldest creations, in awe with it just as when he was when he first finished it as a young boy. Viktor was simply at a loss for words over it as he stared and rotated the little boat around in his hand to stare even more at the craftsmanship. It was about as big as his hand now, resting in his palm as he tipped it up a little to see that even the horn and the little balcony, they were still there. He wondered if it still worked.

But first, he wanted to know where it even came from and how his toy boat all the sudden came to be gingerly sat up on his desk so that it was right in his face the moment he woke up from his sleep. Yet, he couldn't come to any conclusion as to how, until he looked over in the corner of the house by the windowsill. Viktor wanted to know if she was still there, but, it wasn't long until that question answered itself. He couldn't see the girl by the windowsill, but he could hear her, tinkering away at, something, somewhere his desk. A groggy scan through of the lab provided nothing, it was as if she had disappeared like a ghost, even when he could sense her presence. Viktor knew she was small but surely not so small as to be practically invisible. It wasn't until he leaned over his desk to look at the other side, however, that he got his answer. There she was, the child. A small, dark skinned little thing safe for the thick web like patches of buckskin coloured skin that took up half her form, hidden from his angle even further with a head of messy dark brown hair. Her mismatched eyes more intent on the little metal bird in her hands that she had been tinkering with than the man leaned over the desk, regarding her with golden eyes. That was at least until the youngster eventually figured out she was being watched, and gradually, tilted up her head to stare back at him with big eyes as he carefully came to cradle the boat in both hands.

“Did you- Build this?”

He asked pensively with a soft nod towards the boat, as if gesturing to it. His demeanour was calm yet stern, hiding his astonishment. As if the adolescents' eyes weren't big enough already, they were almost as big as saucers as he spoke.

Though out of fear or surprise Viktor couldn't discern all that well as of yet. He could try as hard as he could but Einin overall was never quite the easiest to read, especially for one who spoke best the language of silence. The silence between them was thick but, when wasn't it? There's always been quiet around them yet, it wasn't a tense one. Instead, he got his answer as Einin slowly put her things down and signed in response. Through what little Viktor could understand from the sign language, he got his confirmation.

I fixed it, yes.

Einin signed slowly. Her head tilted to the side a little to regard him better with her natural eye as he put the boat down, handling it still like a fragile arte fact that could break in his hands at any moment now, too afraid to damage it.

“Why?”

He mused softly, wondering out loud more than actually asking the question. To which, the adolescent's lips parted and after a long moment of contemplation, she finally spoke in a voice soft and light but raspy, tinted in an accent much the same as his.

“- I couldn't bear to see it broken apart. So I fixed it for you.”

“It’s pretty…”

She uttered quietly in a voice barely used as she picked up her tools and contraption, tilting her head down timidly to resume her work. There was something child-like in that response, that made him think even more of himself when he was a boy in the sheer flustered timidity of it. Overall, it wasn't long until slowly, his more calm yet aloof exterior gave way and he couldn't fight the urge to smile anymore. Just this once.

A small, nostalgic yet melancholic smile tugged at the corners of his face as he gave a soft sigh. His tall, large frame receded back over the desk as he sat back down, crossing his arms over the expanse of metal and wood as he rested his chin in his arms, playing once again, with one the boat rutters in thought.

“-Thank you… I never thought I’d be able to see it again.”

[themask-maker]

Here is yet another WIP! I thought it was WIP Wednesday when in actuality today is Thursday, so that's just how my day is going lol.

This is a rough excerpt from another Zelda-focused chapter in the main TMM fic. Hope you enjoy these little bits amidst my long update drought!

Over a week ago, by the time the sun set on the meeting at Zelda's Roostburrow home, she had already decided exactly what to do. Prior searches had failed, and though the stranger's help had given them a new heading, she wanted success ensured - so she would do what Link had done to find her two years ago. And when she gripped the hilt and pulled, its dormant spirit responded in her mind like a familiar dream, chiming once and expressing nothing more. An automatic greeting to its reborn creator with little conscious thought behind it; both a reassurance of presence and an empty reminder of absence. A reflection of the contrast she often still feels when thinking of Hylia, of herself. That impossible combination of both being and not being. Zelda had known the spirit would still sleep for a long time further. The Master Sword was not to be removed in situations except for an absolute emergency, but given the circumstances, Zelda had felt very strongly that this counted. Such a divine instrument in her hands would confidently pinpoint Link's whereabouts. Given a piece of a person’s aura, the sword spirit could track the owner from any corner of the earth. Before they left on the next day, she calibrated the sword in Link's old dorm, letting Fi attune itself to the missing hero. Then the sword led them across the Sand Sea for days. It parted the Goddess Wall's magical barrier with the ease one would have in drawing a curtain, then guided Her Grace to this very spot, to this very person. Zelda expects to feel relief upon finally seeing her best friend by the end of this long trail. 

In its place, confusion smothers Zelda's mind instead, for Fi points her to someone she doesn't recognize. 

The sword spirit pulses mutely, sending a subtle, confirmatory vibration to the hilt gripped in her hand, and yet, the tip of the Master Sword still points up towards a strange person - no, a demon? - on the second floor balcony of a building. Though they wear a mask and head scarf, the blue horns twisting from the top of their skull betray the disguise easily. Whoever it is, it’s not Link.

[leggerefiore]

HI UM ! Do Not Think I missed that giratina volo tag in your latest post 👀... Not a real request request but i would love to hear literally any and all of your ideas about him pretty please 👉👈

mmmmm

okay

full-blown imagines because he's on my Mind.

cw: pokehybrid au, volo shenanigans,

💫Giratina Volo📜

⭐️ From the moment he came into existence, he was aware he was not meant to be. A being like him was not intended to be created by Arceus's thousand arms, but he simply came into being alongside the annoying protectors of space and time. They were just as shocked as his creator to him. His appearance was more of an imitation than there's with how he resembled the humanoid form of the god before him. Arceus faltered for a moment but shook their head. A gentle, gloved hand reached out for him. He attacked it at once.

⭐️ It was then his banishment began. The distortion world was boring and empty. He was alone, too. He observed humans from his realm. Gilded plates cupping his face and growing into horn-like appendages. Dark, tendril-like wings spread from his back a tail came from his lower body, denying him the human idea of legs. His loneliness grew worse through the years, making his anger and distaste to for the god who took no responsibility for him grow. He cursed her as he gazed himself in puddles. Coming from nothing, the only thing he could take a form with was from her.

⭐️ It was during one of his many rages, in which he destroyed more of his realm than he expected that he found himself creating a portal. Entering a land that Arceus favoured, he gazed at a group of humans being chased by the wild pokemon of the region. His form changed, and he felt legs standing on the ground under him. His wings truly appeared a pair on his back. A plan began to form into his head as the shadowy portal closed behind him. The Temple of Sinnoh at the top of Mt. Coronet held his answers.

⭐️ He observed, still. Just in the background to wait for Lady Arceus's attention to fall on him. Another pokemon made by the goddess herself fell through after his portal opened and grew amnesic. The goddess of Space, Palkia had taken him into her clan after. She and Dialga's actions mattered little to him, as they both failed to close his portal. It would not be long until one had to enter the form they were created in to stop it. Their following rampage against the other would be enough to force Arceus to fix it herself. He felt confident in his plan.

⭐️ That was, until another person fell through. This person was human, unlike the previous one. He was curious as they quickly struggled in the new world they landed in. Jubilife put them into a harsh trial to prove themselves before accepting them, still with the scorn of being an outsider. It was as he watched them battle and adapt, he realised just what was happening. It was then he approached them, as they remained on their own out in the wilds of Hisui for the research they were assigned.

⭐️ You were obviously entranced with him the moment he stood before you. It was obvious he was nothing like any of the other people you had met, even barring the clan leaders. His tips to you were an invaluable resource, and it was clear he already managed to get some level of affection in your mind. It was easy for him to figure you out, simply observing you from both your world and his own. He even felt an odd emotion towards you, watching as your struggles to protect your land barely garnered praise and acceptance.

⭐️ “You seem lonely,” you told him once as he helped you with a situation. It caught him off guard. Well, of course, he was lonely. He was banished into his own dimension for attacking his creator. Company was a rare thing, and he would admit you were one of the first people he had spoken to in likely centuries. A few times he had come and gone from his realm only to be sent back after causing harm to the other world. A couple of those times were to stop Palkia and Dialga from fighting with each other. It left him astounded they even managed to settle their differences to exist in the same space at once, as it were. Your hand grasping his reassuringly made him take it away. He returned to his realm, feeling disgusted.

⭐️ He watched curiously over you after his banishment. A certain place in the region held someone he knew would help you, but he almost felt awkward to approach. The woman there was an obvious extension of Arceus, but he felt terrible watching you stand banished from your home with nowhere to go. His sudden appearance and hand on your shoulder made you jump. The blond took you to her easily, her stormy eye staring into him knowingly. She offered to help you easily and scolded him lightly. He helped you with your trials alongside his counterparts, to his mild annoyance.

⭐️ “... Would they forgive you if they knew you were partly why they are here?” Cogita asked him as he began to walk away. His head whipped around to see a certain emerald and crimson tinge in her eye. For now, he chose to ignore the opportunity. This plan was failing, and a new one had come to mind. She only drank her tea as he truly left her home. You were none the wiser to their exchange. He did enjoy witnessing the battle of the two fellow legendaries as you tried to help them. The red chain subdued one, but the other soon grew frenzied. You somehow managed to quell them and be accepted back into the team that had turned its back on you.

⭐️ Your newly brought curiosity spurred on by him mentioning a certain someone was entertaining to him, too. He was already with his own plate, that being one from the cave he emerged in, but the others were a mystery to him. He had a good idea of where they were and has you assist him in looking. His inhibition told him that you were likely the only one able to obtain them. You agreed to go with him, naturally. Volo was unable to hide his smile.

⭐️ He felt annoyed with the strange urge that overcame him as you both sat near the tent. Your blankets were orderly and fine, but he wished to rearrange them. You titled your head as he got up and did just that, moving them into a more nest like shape. A small laugh came from you, and you accepted it. “You really are a dragon like Irida and Adaman,” you smiled at him and laid in the nest, “... It gets cold here at night. Do you want to cuddle?” Part of him wanted to tell you off that he would make you colder, but another half truly desired some form of physical contact with another. He did not think he had ever slept so peacefully as he had when laying beside you. It was a bit rage-inducing, the effect you had over him.

⭐️ He helped you through all the challenges slowly and perfectly, which ended in all the plates obtained and brought to the destroyed Temple of Sinnoh. It almost felt too perfect. He could feel the look of annoyed terror on Arceus's face already. Of course, that was only after he saw the distress on yours. It was easily revealed that everything that led to you being here, to the struggles of defeating Nobles, to Palkia and Dialga fighting and nearly ending the world was due to him. This time, he properly introduced himself as Giratina. The battle that followed was brutal, as your refusal to give him the plates made him fly into cool anger.

⭐️ Slowly, you pushed him back further and further until there was no more struggling to follow. His breaths were heavy as he quickly began to summon a portal before another blow could be landed on to him. What caught him off guard was you following him into it. You held on to him tightly. In his strange world, you watched as his form shifted into the one more adept for moving around this realm. “... I could trap you here,” he threatened, “You could never have a chance of returning home to wherever you truly came or Jubilife.” You shook your head, but still refused to let him move too far from you. The portal closed, and he sighed. “Don't you hate me?”

⭐️ “No,” you said simply, “I love you, actually.” He stood dumbstruck by your words. What was wrong with you? Did him trying to kill you and overthrow Arceus go over your head? Did you just not care? “... I said you seemed lonely, didn't I? I see why if this is where you live,” you gazed around the realm. It was devoid of people, and its geometry was weird. He wanted to call you insane and force you from his dimension, but he could feel it was pointless. Besides… If you were offering to stay with him, he would not be so opposed. There was something uniquely pleasurable in his mind about corrupting Arceus's chosen one. “I'll never let you leave,” he threatened. You just laughed and pecked a kiss to his cheek.

You, however, did not make it another hour before asking him to let you get your stuff from Jubilife.

He let you.

[witchcraftandburialdirt]

"I've been waiting for you."

There sits Evelynn in her chair, in all of her glory ( and then some ) facing the shaded window. With her legs crossed, she does her best to seem aloof ; not like she was impatiently waiting for someone ( read: Akali ) to enter the room like they had planned earlier in the day. The poutiness in her voice, however, is unmistakable.

"Leaving a girl like me to wait all day," accompanied with a sigh, she extends a hand past the silhouette of the rather expensive recliner to be seen. Soon lashers follow, curling to create a heart shape idly as she continues. "I almost had to take care of business myself, darling."

When she finally turns in her chair, it is not Robin that she expects to see. What her golden gaze desires is the ever famed rapper of K/DA, not her poor, unsuspecting assistant who's certainly getting more than an eyeful of his boss -- something she's sure he never wanted to see.

"I missed yo-- Oh." Then falls a silence, so thick that even Evelynn struggles to swallow words down. This is certainly a perdicament.

── 𝐔𝐍𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐃 𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐒 ── 𝙼𝙾𝙳𝙴𝚁𝙽 𝚅𝙴𝚁𝚂𝙴

"Really? You've genuinely never heard of an "updog" before? I'm shocked, Abel, and here I thought you were studied in human history."

"Mm, it is quite odd that I've never heard of such a thing before."

Robin's eyes crinkled at his demonic companion as they ambled down the polished corridor of their company building. Both were returning from a much needed coffee break after a tiresome, long, and meticulous meeting which had, unfortunately, lasted the entirety of their morning. Naturally Abel moved beside him with an air of silent confidence that Robin could almost feel in his bones, it was one of the more unsettling things about him. Abel always radiated this … thrumming intensity that Robin couldn't quite place, as though the demon was something long forgotten to him — strangely even moreso then his odd feelings towards Miss Evelynn. But that was besides the point.

Robin shot a sidelong glance at his colleague, expecting to see his handsome face framed by dark, slicked hair tucked neatly under a wide brimmed hat — but instead he was momentarily caught off guard. Abel's crimson gaze was practically burning into the side of his head, making Robin flinch involuntarily — a response he was less than pleased with. Still, despite the tension and Robin's indignant ( and, admittedly, rather childish ) huff, his eyes sparkled with a hint of humor once he realized his demonic friend was silently asking for answers from him. How cute.

"Now Abel, are you not going to ask me what it is?"

The taller of the two rolled his eyes and a upward curl of his lip showed the tips of sharp canines as he asked,

"I see, very well then. What is the meaning of this word, "updog"?"

Good. God.

"You … You are seriously making this difficult, Abel."

The two momentarily continued their way towards Miss Evelynn's office, which Robin had suggested earlier — now tentatively holding onto what must have been the most beautifully decorated pumpkin spice latte ever made by man. Robin had been quite thorough in his instructions to the poor barista; so much so that Abel thought he might start indulging in poetry to describe how the cinnamon should be artfully swirled into the frothy cream atop the espresso. Humans were such funny creatures. But soon Abel paused mid-stride, his brow furrowing as he finally considered Robin's words —

"Hm, I do apologize, is there another way you can explain it?"

The demon mused and pulled the wide-brimmed hat from his head to allow his inky black hair to cascade down like a night-kissed waterfall framing his handsome face. With a subtle, almost ritualistic shake, he settled into a more stable form, a blend of human and demon that had become familiar to him over the years. Obsidian horns curved towards the fluorescent lights above, forming from the longer locks of his hair and threading tight. Abel took a moment to tidy his appearance, brushing aside a rebellious strand of hair from his bangs, ever mindful and erring on the side of caution in his presentability, especially in the company of his human companion.

Abel let his red gaze return to said human, who looked like a flittering bird now lost in thought. Suddenly, Robin snapped his fingers and a delighted grin lit up his face and brought sparkles to his eyes. Enough so that the demon, somehow found his own softening as he watched; a fond smile even crept across his lips. You've not changed at all, have you, Pigeon? With that inquiry came something else, for Abel had changed. For some time he had noticed the changes occuring upon his person, and now was no different from any other one of those unexplainable moments. A long questioned and even longer unanswered warmth that filled his hollow chest again. It was an odd sensation that was beyond unfamilar to him. As such, he imagined he would never get an answer to it — after all, mere observation of humanity's behavior would not bring him all of the solutions he sought.

Other progress was even more difficult; he found that chances to engage in meaning interactions with others were far less than he had originally pictured. Self expression was ... not one of his stronger suits. After all, Abel held a sense of dignity throughout the community, he was a leader that many came too and practically sponsored every benefit that came into the town. To lead was to be alone, and such a pleasant reputation could not be tarnished by whatever internal storm brewed just beneath his calm demeanor. Even Evelynn seemed to have little explanation or care to do so. Perhaps that was part of it, simple satisfaction at having a … relaxed conversation with another. Robin was unguarded, and Abel felt little need to restrain from indulging in the witty banter of his almost faeish friend. A reckless, and seemingly unpurposeful, thought settled lightly on his mind:

What did this human think of him?

Hm, ever back to the conversation though and his human's happy little voice:

"Oh! Yes, of course, it's like a henway!"

" … I am unfortunately unfamiliar with that as well." Abel swept open the door to Robin's office, gesturing inside to which Robin entered without issue.

" - About four to fi — AHHHH!"

Time halted to a freeze when he laid eyes on Miss Evelynn splay-legged and unapologetically bare on her plush leather chair. The latte would have splattered onto the floor if Abel had not somehow managed to perfectly balanced the dropped latte atop his foot. Robin's hands had flown to his eyes and Abel's hand was quick to clasp over them. Robin gasped alongside the flurry of frantic thoughts spiraling through his mind, each vying for his attention before he finally blurted out a rather unceremonious, "What the fuck?" It was not the first time he had glimpsed her body, sure, but this? The scene seared into his memory like a branding iron and Robin was sure that this entire experience would surely stain his mind until he was laid to rest in his grave; and perhaps even then he would not be free from the horror!

Abel, on the other hand, simply rumbled, pleased due to the sudden burst of food he'd received from her lusty and lovey aura. And of course, the subsequent cocktail of shock and horror on her face, and the nearby metronome of anxiety which was Robin's thrumming heart. The demon lifted his free hand to his mouth, his chuckle dripped with sadistic amusement as he regarded Evelynn; his devilish tail even flicked with delight at the precarious situation, curling and uncurling like a serpent all while he leaned in and savored this moment.

"My, how uncouth," he purred with a voice like flame licking at the edges of a fire, mocking and mirroring her deep venomous charm. "Did the intern not tell you that Miss Akali already went home for the day? Hm~ It is truly a blessing that it is the two of us who entered here, and not one of our partners." he continued, the corners of his mouth curling upward in a sinister smile as his devilish tail continued to wag and swirl in gleeful abandon,

"Wouldn't you agree, Eve?"

"Ohhh my GOD, CAN YOU PLEASE JUST ESCORT ME OUT?"

"Ha! Also, Evelynn, do take your latte."

[drades-lair]

12 Days of Kinkmas: Day 11 - Reindeer Role Play

Fandom: HelluvaBoss

Rating: M

Pairing(s): Fizzarozzie

Asmodeus released an exasperated sigh as he combed through stack after stack of paperwork that sat atop his giant oak desk. Hellmas eve was a time for partying in Lust except that is for the king himself emphasizing the term ‘no rest for the wicked’ much to his dismay. Turning momentarily to search for something in the filing cabinet next to his desk Asmodeus missed the door to the office being opened that is until he heard the sing song tone of his Fizzy.

“Oh Ozzie~” The imp sang walking slightly into the office to lean against the doorframe.

“That you Fizzy frog? What can I do for…?” Asmodeus trailed off as he turned to see Fizzarolli leaning against the doorframe clad in a sexy reindeer outfit. The outfit had a brown skirt with white fluff along the hem, a halter style top in the same shade of brown with a peek-a-boo window sapped like a heart, long brown gloves that had little hoof tips on the fingers as well as white fluff around the rims, a pair of brown individual stockings that connected to garters with more white fluff around their tops, a fake set of antlers that sat in front of his horn stumps, a fake red nose that glowed and a bell on a collar.

“Do you like it?” Fizz asked with a wide smirk on his face.

“Like it? I love it! You look incredible babe,” Asmodeus complimented standing from his desk to walk towards Fizz.

“Then what do you say we go celebrate Hellmas?” Fizz suggested, pushing off the doorframe to wiggle his ass at Asmodeus.

“You know what…fuck the paperwork, I’d rather celebrate with you any day,” Asmodeus stated, scooping Fizzarolli into his arms.

The duo headed for the master bedroom where Asmodeus placed Fizz on the bed, caressing his hands along Fizz’s body as they shared a deep kiss. Fizz purred slightly as Ozzie started kissing along his jawline, hands playing absently with the garters holding up his stockings. Pulling back to admire Fizz’s outfit a little more Asmodeus started pushing the skirt up revealing Fizz was completely commando underneath making him chuckle.

“Come on big daddy, I want you to breed me like the big, strong stag that you are,” Fizz teased, spreading his legs a little.

“Ha-ha, very well my little Fizzy fawn,” Asmodeus chuckled, pushing Fizz’s skirt up further.

Asmodeus leaned down to run his tongue along Fizz’s folds all the way up the underside of his cock, swirling it around the head making Fizz moan. Holding Fizz’s hips Asmodeus took the imp’s cock into his mouth, wrapping his tongue down the shaft as he started sucking liberally with a series of head bobs. Fizz gave a loud gasp as Asmodeus slid two fingers into his wet cunt, thrusting in a counter rhythm to his mouth on Fizz’s cock although he could tell the imp was tighter then normal causing him to pull off, glancing down as something caught his eye. Gingerly Ozzie flipped Fizz onto all fours, pushing his skirt up over his ass revealing a deer tail butt plug firmly situated in the imp’s ass.

“Hmm, you went all out I see,” Ozzie cooed, toying with the tail.

“Mm, Yeah, I wanted the whole…package…ugh…” Fizz explained with a deep moan as Asmodeus tugged lightly on the plug.

“Then I’ve got just the thing to complete this ‘package’,” Asmodeus stated, heading to the far side of the bedroom where he dug through their chest of gags before returning.

Fizzarolli opened his mouth immediately to allow Ozzie to place the gag in his mouth, wrapping it around his head it was just like the harness you’d see reindeer or hell steeds’ wear. Satisfied Asmodeus returned to his position behind Fizzarolli, sliding his fingers over the tail plug down to Fizz’s folds where he pressed them into him once more. Asmodeus rubbed against Fizz’s G-spot with every thrust of his fingers making the imp whimper past the gag in his mouth, juices drooling from both his cunt as well as his cock while his hands fisted in the sheets. Pulling his fingers free Asmodeus licked the delectable juices from them then bent down to replace them with his tongue, wriggling it all along Fizz’s insides as he thrust along his G-spot again until Fizz shrieked, body going ridged as he squirted straight into Ozzie’s mouth. Asmodeus promptly engulfed Fizz’s vagina with his mouth, sucking with his tongue still firmly wiggling around inside the imp causing him to squirm, caught between wanting to escape and wanting more. Fizz was just on the edge of a second orgasm when Asmodeus pulled away, snapping his fingers to discard his clothing allowing him to moments later press the head of his cock to Fizz’s folds. The imp chanted a mantra of yes’s from behind the gag as Asmodeus pressed into him luckily Fizz didn’t have a womb thus a condom wasn’t necessary, and the imp could live out his breeding kink fantasies all he wanted.

Asmodeus set up a quick, deep rhythm making sure to pull almost all the way out before slamming back into Fizz with each thrust causing the imp to pant and grunt. Grabbing the reins that connected to the gag Asmodeus pulled on them forcing Fizz’s head to crane backwards slightly, his pace getting faster as the sin neared his completion. Fizz’s hands clenched in the sheets with a whimpering cry as Asmodeus orgasmed, filling Fizz to bursting with his cum before pulling out.

“You wanted to be bred Fizzy, make sure you keep that cum inside you,” Asmodeus whispered into Fizz’s ear making him moan as he clenched his cunt.

Ozzie pulled on the reins to get Fizz up on his knees then reached around to start stroking the imp’s cock, holding nothing back as he brought fizz to his second orgasm this time cum spewed from his cock and his eyes rolled back in his head. Fizz was a cum covered mess, cum ran down the shaft of his cock while it seeped from his cunt at the same time. Asmodeus maneuvered Fizz onto his back again, removing the gag then he reached down to pull out the plug in Fizz’s ass, rubbing his still hard cock along Fizz’s hole.

“I should fill this hole too just in case,” Asmodeus crooned, slicking Fizz’s hole with the cum currently spilling from his vagina before pressing into him.

“Ah! Fuck! Yes, yes, breed me! Breed your little cum slut,” Fizz demanded.

Asmodeus chuckled as he pressed to the hilt then pulled back out about halfway, slamming back into Fizzarolli who groaned in ecstasy. Ozzie set a brutal pace this time bringing them both to the edge quicker then either expected causing Fizz to shriek in surprise as he came for the third time, cum spilling from his cock as well as squirting juices from his pussy. Asmodeus buried himself deep in the imp as he too spilled cum all along Fizz’s insides promptly filling him to an overflowing capacity as cum now leaked from Fizz’s ass as well as his pussy and cock. Both the sin and the imp sat for a few moments catching their breath, indulging in some warm cuddling and soft kissing until Asmodeus scooped the imp up to carry him into the bathroom. After a relaxing bath the two returned to a spotlessly clean room where they snuggled under the covers with Fizz atop Ozzie’s chest, purring happily.