#babyboy writes

[bby-boy-likes-minecraft]

!!! THIS POST IS A FANTASY. ALL PEOPLE DEPICTED HERE ARE CONSENTING ADULTS ENGAGING IN ROLEPLAY !!!

Daddy has prepared baby boy his favourite noodle soup and they're about to watch an episode of baby boy's favourite show while cuddling under the blankets.

As the episode is starting, baby boy feels something small slide into his hole.

"Ngh... W-what are you doing, daddy?"

"Shh... Just focus on your food, little one, daddy's just helping you train your hole..."

Baby boy does his best to stay still, eating his noodles, but the plug inside of him is just large enough to make him leak a little.

He gets restless and starts bouncing a little, unable to withhold small moans.

"Stay still, baby boy," Daddy puts his hand on baby's thighs so he can't move anymore, "No cummies until Daddy says so. Focus on your show,"

Baby boy whines, "But Daddy-" "Does my baby boy need a spanking?"

Baby boy shakes his head and is able to sit still for the next 10 minutes. But by then, he's finished with his food and his hands start roaming under his boxers to touch his rock hard tcock.

Daddy, of course, notices right away. "Little one, what are you doing?" Baby boy whines, "Little one, has Daddy given you permission to touch your big boy parts?" Daddy doesn't wait for an answer before he grabs baby's hands to pull them out of his boxers and hold them until the show is finished.

Baby boy remains a leaky, hard, desperate mess the entire time.

[simpyclown]

babyboy!aegon

he's such a needy little thing. he always makes himself look all tough, chasing around skirts the whole kings landing, but just one look, and he's like a kicked puppy.

you won't let babyboy!aegon touch you when he's stinking of brothels and cheap wine, and it makes him seethe, because he is to be king! and you won't let him touch you! you're his!

you don't like babyboy!aegon making a fuss. you specifically don't like him saying you're his, when the only one who owns anyone is you.

babyboy!aegon has a praise kink, a mommy kink, and a degradation kink, all mixed in a ball of stress, anxiety, and attachment issues. you love him.

you love him sooo much, but babyboy!aegon has been a pretty nasty boy for long years, avoiding you just because he didn't want to agree that he's yours and only yours.

babyboy!aegon can't seem to scratch that itch with whores, wine or wagers. you're on his thoughts all the time, haunting him like a ghost, and one night, he finally has too much wine to go seek you out.

you're to marry cregan stark, the wolf of the north, and babyboy!aegon is lost, because he thought you would seek him out, beg for forgiveness — even if he was the one to keep you at distance. he can't help but run to your door, banging and calling your name like he has a dragon trying to eat him alive.

babyboy!aegon first tries to intimidate you, try to pull ranks and gold and everything he has at hand, but he was not prepared for your cold welcome. he thought you would be happy to see him asking you to stay.

babyboy!aegon begs so prettily, he's so beautiful sitting on his ankles and hands clasped at his back. naked and at your mercy, with pleading eyes.

you missed making babyboy!aegon cry. you missed his whines while he's so overwhelmed and overstimulated that he couldn't think straight.

"this pussy is all you need, isn't it baby?" you ask, feeling babyboy!aegon nod frantically, his face hidden on your shoulder while you finger him. his hips rutting between your cunt and your fingers. "my baby, my good boy. such a good whore for me."

you missed so much your little bitch, babyboy!aegon just rambling how good it is to be inside you, to have your fingers inside him.

"yours, just yours, mommy," babyboy!aegon would whine, lips wobbling and tears running down his face. "dont leave me, please, I will be good, I promise."

[popponn]

note: happy birthday fishman. please just come home already. i want to poke this cutie a lot.

you stare in disbelief at the pile of plushies in your hands, then at the empty ever-rotating crane game machine, then finally at the half-fish half-man who you get the pleasure of calling employer and boyfriend.

"...how?" you ask, still dumbfounded.

rafayel—who casually keeps a finger gun pose shamelessly in the middle of a public arcade—smirks even wider, "who do you think you are talking to?"

"someone who always misses the plushies," you answer quickly without a missing beat, before adding an afterthought, "usually. on every turn."

this response immediately makes him drop the finger gun away from his chin. changing it into a childish (and very adorable) hands on the hips pose. as animated as his gestures are, his face morphs into a pout, "hey. that's just me holding back so this place could still have a business."

"..." you doubt it, really.

"what does that face mean?" rafayel's eyebrows frown even further—which serves as enough warning that you probably should start giving him praises or you will have another spiel of how "you don't love him and even the jellyfishes that eat grass agrees with that". no one wants a repeat of that.

and also, you love him enough to think a preening smug rafayel is better than a pouting annoyed one.

"it means—" you poorly try to hide your smile, "—that i am very thankful that a really handsome guy gets me all of this. so much that i couldn't believe it."

predictably, the air around rafayel soon matches a peacock more than a fish. "hmph! good!" he says, in a manner that sounds like he will demand some spoiling the moment the two of you get home. or so you think, before he opens his mouth again and eyes the other machine a few steps behind you, "why don't you let this handsome guy get another round of plushies for you then?"

(five minutes and eight rounds later, the plushies in that other machine remain untouched.)

[yangirehatchet]

fascination and possession. amaimon x f! reader

summary: amaimon can't help but wonder why he's so fond of you and tries to figure out the reason you lure him in all the time.

tw: i guess you could call this slightly dubcon, somno and voyeurism but there isn't any actual intercourse. just amaimon being amaimon actually

amaimon traces the soft flesh lying underneath him tenderly, nails leaving barely noticeable scratches in their wake, simply observing the rise and fall of your chest with hooded, impassive eyes as he gladly drinks up the sight of your unresponsive, sleeping face. under normal circumstances, he would hate for you to so blatantly remain ignorant of his presence and ignore him, but he supposes these aren't normal circumstances to begin with. not that he'll lose sleep over it.

even now, he could hear and feel it all. hear the way your heart bumped against your ribcage and feel your faint, relaxed pulse as he proceeds to hold up both of your limp wrists with only one hand. he doesn't attempt to do anything other than stare at you, dissecting everything with his sharp eyes and committing everything to memory.

every minutiae, every twitch of your muscles, every change of your facial expression and every minor detail surrounding you didn't go unnoticed by him. he narrows his eyes, still with that blank, inscrutable look on his face, and drops your wrists as he instead latches onto your neck.

he leaves light, wet, sloppy kisses before working his way up to your lips. he tugs on your lower lip with his teeth, wrapping an arm around your waist as he lifts you off the mattress effortlessly. amaimon places you in his lap and purses his lips when you slump forward and press your forehead against his shoulder, continuing to sleep.

amaimon wonders why he can't find it in himself to get mad at you and think of you as a nuisance. oftentimes, he contemplates why he doesn't feel the sudden urge to kill you like he usually does when interacting with humans. it would be so easy what with you so blissfully unaware, using him as a makeshift pillow, innocently sleeping. he brings his claws up to your head and he realizes he can end your life without so much as breaking a sweat right here, right now.

but, instead, he takes to patting you on the head and gently stroking your hair. his gaze doesn't soften, but the previous sharpness and coldness fades away even if briefly, his eyes returning to their default indifference. "why won't you wake up? pets are supposed to listen, you know?" he asks innocently and slightly furrows his brows in confusion when you snuggle up to him, seeking the warmth his body heat provided.

"hm. i suppose this isn't too bad either." he shrugs and his warm hand cups your cheek, thumb perching itself on your bottom lip. he regards you with one long look, composed and unreadable like always.

at times, he can't wrap his head around you or your thought process. you know he's a demon, a being which seeks to cause chaos and mayhem — to destroy everything it so much as touches. in other words, he's everything a normal human is taught to stray away from and detest. and he's one of the ba'al, which is even more reason for you to evade him and bow your head in fear.

however, against your better judgement, you had invited him over to your apartment countless of times (and tonight is another such example) and you think of him as a friend. you think of him as someone trustworthy enough to let your guard down and fall peacefully asleep, not even considering the possibility of betrayal. he doesn't remember how it got to this point, he supposes it doesn't matter in the end.

amaimon is a demon king and he's always been fond of playing games and testing his luck. he wants to know if he can make you dream about him; if you can picture only him and nobody else even in your sleep, if he can force you to say his name out loud.

at some point, he wonders if you're playing a game with him, too. if you purposefully turn a blind eye to his demonic disposition and wish for him to touch you the same way he keeps on fantasizing about it.

his hands trail over to your waist and he squeezes the flesh at his disposal, nestling his chin on your shoulder and burying his face deep in your neck. amaimon slowly lifts up your shirt enough to expose your midriff and allows his nails to graze the skin, watching as goosebumps break out after the abrupt physical contact.

amaimon's long since decided on keeping you around as his toy, as his human pet, and thought you were just a source of entertainment for him. but tonight, he finally realizes that it's not you who needs him. it's him who needs you. the idea of you abandoning him and no longer being a constant in his immortal life causes irritation to wash over him; he deems it disgusting and doesn't entertain this line of thought any longer.

fascination fills his eyes upon noticing you stirring around in your sleep, seemingly disturbed by his feathery touches and kisses. he considers cutting his ministrations short, but before he can place you back in your original position on the bed, you wake up and immediately lock eyes with him.

"y/n, you're awake." amaimon deems it necessary to state the obvious out loud with his childish, yet somehow monotone voice. despite him owlishly staring at you, his claws carefully prop you up. he doesn't allow you to get up, leaving you trapped between his legs.

you blink up at him, dazed and drowsy, rubbing at your eyes. "amaimon... what are you doing?" you croak out and gesture towards the position he has you in, pretty sure you didn't go to bed like this.

amaimon remains unfazed and continues to stroke your skin, drawing patterns with his claws. "well, i was in the middle of kissing you. is that bad?" he questions, though you can't pinpoint any actual remorse.

you rack your brain for any reason the demon king of earth would have in order for him to kiss you and hold you so close to him. you're aware of his detestation and loathing of anything human and, at times, you've wondered what he felt towards you, as well. however, you've always lacked the courage to straightforwardly ask him, fearing the truth.

you connect amaimon with warm evenings and the scent of nature. to you, he's a thistle. sharp thorns that keep you at an arm's length, away from the danger of prickling your finger and drawing blood, yet still allowing you to admire him from afar.

"why?" you whisper and can't even be bothered to hide your surprise when he leans down in order to properly connect his lips with yours. your eyes widen, stunned by the gesture before completely melting into the kiss, placing a hand on his shoulder and reciprocating the feverish, fervent thirst for more.

amaimon has come a long way. from hating your guts due to your persistence to craving you every hour of the day. from wanting to eradicate you to studying everything about you.

you're the first human to enamour him, to entrance him. he doesn't think anyone else will ever duplicate the feelings, which you ignite in him with a single smile.

the smile that he's staring at in this current moment. the only smile which he wants to see for all of eternity. you're his carnation, after all.

it's not complicated for him to realize it's all because he's fallen in love with you.

[wolvesbaned]

sad butch werewolf i love you.

[pupyuj]

wyd when the dumbest person you know has a fat cock

(i’m gagging on it IMMEDIATELY)

[mixsethaddams]

Wait…. Does Argyle have bad parents? Let’s examine.

-Openly tells Jonathon that he’s his only friend and he doesn’t see anyone else.

-Any time not with Jon or at school is spent working long enough hours that he knows the measurements of the equipment in the restaurant.

-Drives across the country at the drop of a hat without even mentioning needing to call home to let them know he’s going away.

-Doesn’t go back home after three days and stays in Indiana.

Oh no….

[ishomieokay]

Idc what anyone says, you can pry Bottom!Crowley from my cold, dead hands.

[hyog-blog]

Beautiful and Precious [fic]

My brain has turned itself into a mush trying to find another one thousand ways to bring these two together :D It's still very much a polycule thing, with an M/M/F/F kind of situation (Wen Xiao and Pei Sijing are canon for me at this point).

There are FEELS and pining everywhere. And Wen Xiao has had enough of watching those two idiots gorgeous men torturing each other, so she comes up with a thing. And what a thing it is…

It starts off a little dreamy, but turns into a romcom mid-way with that hefty amount of DRAMA to keep things interesting (because that's just how they roll, apparently). More found family trope. Some bad dreams. Realizations. Beginning of relationship. Sweet gentlessness.

If you read it and like it, come celebrate with me in the comments :D

Summary:

“Xiao Zhuo-daren, let me do this for you,” Zhao Yuanzhou says, his eyes darting to Zhuo Yichen’s mouth and slowly back up, until he looks into the other man’s eyes again, gaze sparkling like precious gems. Zhuo Yichen feels his eyes go wide, with a treacherous blush coming up his face. Now his heart is racing again, but for a whole different reason. Before he can say anything, though, Zhao Yuanzhou hastily adds, “The fear. Let me help you master your… fear,” this time, his gaze drops to Zhuo Yichen’s neckline, leaving an almost burning track as he raises his eyes up back to his face.

[shellxrls]

rafe’s just like me he just needs some dad dick to get his head straight

[yellowloid]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Last Shadow Puppets, Arctic Monkeys Rating: Mature Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Miles Kane/Alex Turner, Miles Kane & Alex Turner Characters: Miles Kane, Alex Turner, Alex Turner (Musician), Matt Helders, Jamie Cook, Nick O'Malley (Arctic Monkeys), Penny Turner, David Turner Additional Tags: The car era, Sickfic, Hurt/Comfort, Fluff, Pining, Sexual Tension, Idiots in Love, Friends to Lovers, Romantic Reconciliation, 18th June 2023, London Night 3 / Miles joining them for 505 after five whole years, author has a lot of feelings TM and still can't believe it finally happened, another win for the gays, alex has laryngitis and miles takes care of him, but the night's still young and full of surprises, author also loves a good opportunity to write a sickfic and be a hopeless romantic on main, shameless references to 'the wonder' by miles because well. you know why Summary:

It’s like sinking into each other, crashing into each other’s souls. A kind of contact so intimate it feels like a stab to the gut, or a blow to the head. Overpowering. Annihilating.

“Take me home, Mi,” Alex says, somehow managing to make it sound needy, collected and commanding at the same time.

Miles nods with a smile.

Home.

Or

18th June 2023, in the aftermath.

~

GUESS WHAT. i just needed to write something about it. it was too iconic it changed too many lives it made too much history for me not to write a whole fic about it (and yes of course it’s a sickfic). i still haven’t recovered and i doubt i ever will tbh lmao they really are that powerful. i love them so much and i’m so happy we all got to experience them being on stage together again after five whole years <3

i hope you’ll enjoy this one, and remember to let me know if you do! :)

[bby-boy-likes-minecraft]

Daddy taking away the words I don't need >>>>>>

Any time I call my parts a "cock" or "dick" or anything besides "pee-pee" it's 5 hard slaps on my tcock

Any swear words is a spanking

Calling him anything but "dada", "daddy" or "papa" is writing a page full of lines with a large vibrator inside, and if I cum, it's a spanking again

Daddy will make me into such a good, innocent baby boy

[pascaloverx]

thinking here that my nicholas chavez x reader fanfic will end up being short, I think it didn't turn out very good

[starbornsoulrider]

how the ending to that quest went in my head-

spoilers for new story quest

It all happens in a blink. One minute, Halo was staring at the face of the man who took their beloved mentor from them. The face they'd hoped to never see again. They weren't even able to do anything- the shock had overcome their body long before they were able to shout, scream, attack, do anything. That can't be him. This has to be a dream. A nightmare. Please let it be a nightmare.

The next, there's a flash, and the ground beneath Buddy disappears. The Dark Riders, Mr. Sands, Darko, Devil's Gap, are all swallowed by white. Halo can't even realize where they've been transported to before the visions start. They don't feel themself fall sideways off Buddy's back and hit the rocky ground with a thump as shadows begin to consume their vision in place of the blinding light from before.

Everything plays out again, like a movie running in their mind. Their friends, the Dark Riders, Mr. Sands- Elissa wreaking complete havoc as Garnok's thousands of arms burst forth from the earth, shredding Jorvik apart like paper. Maniacal laughing ringing in their ear as everything they'd fought tooth and nail to protect crumbles like dust.

Darko has a hand around their throat, dangling them over the edge of a cliff, over the roaring ocean below. There's crystal shards scattered at his feet, and among them, Halo can make out the petrified faces of their friends and soul horse. Their horror-struck faces, captured in pink stone.

He lets go, and Halo plummets through the screeching air and plunges into the unforgiving cold. A tentacle wraps around their torso, dragging them back into the forsaken, empty darkness and trapping them for eternity.

"Halo! HALO!"

The sound of their horse's voice crying out to them slowly draws them out of the terror flashing before their eyes, and back to reality.

"Halo! Halo, you need to breathe!"

They can make out their horse's blue eyes through the haze. Following his instructions, they squeeze their eyes shut, and slowly but surely the horrific visions begin to dwindle. Buddy's voice talking them through it acts as a lifeline, keeping them from being dragged back down.

After what feels like hours, everything finally clears, and falls quiet. Their bleary eyes blink back open, greeted by the sight of the clouded night sky and the red particles left as residue from that teleportation spell. They suddenly register the weight on their chest, where Timber lay to try and calm them down. As they come back to their senses, their hand reaches up to rest on the Mistfox's soft fur.

A few more breaths later, and they make an attempt to sit up. Timber shifts into their lap, inky eyes never leaving his owner as he lets out a worried whimper.

Buddy's ears droop back in concern, but he gives his rider space, head hovering a safe distance away. Thick silence holds in the air as Halo gazes out blankly to the lapping shores of Cape Sorrow.

"...Halo?" he speaks up cautiously.

The young Soul Rider's mouth hangs open for a moment more. Halo's stare never leaves the towering cliffs of South Hoof in the distance as faint, raspy words finally part from their lips.

"My visions of Garnok..." they breathe out shakily, trembling hands squeezing Timber closer. "...they're coming true."

[fearandhungies]

like im not making fun of people if theyre upset about the fact elden ring added more incest (god knows im literally a survivor and have been historically far more sensitive to depictions than i am now as a much more put together person, and i Was distressed by it when i first got into elden ring) but i AM making fun of the people who are now scrabbling to claim that incest was never happening and that consort is totally only political now that they know their cherubic fave was the one doing the incest the whole time. curious how you didnt hold this opinion 2 years ago when it was still abundantly implied that mogh was being mind controlled!

[artpo]

Hello, I've got a horny, spur of the moment one-shot with silverfox!Kinn (my beloved) 💚