Pariah Dark is finally released from his coffin, most ghosts in the know about this very on edge because he's, well, a literal tyrant king. But contrary to everyone's expectations (except Clockwork), he justs decides to vamoosh from the Infinite Realms entirely.
It's been fine without his active ruling for eons, so surely it wouldn't suddenly go to shit just because he's out of his sleep now. At least that's what he thinks and picks a random earth to go towards- this time surprisingly not for war- and plans to inhabit it.
So, there he was, Pariah Dark, Ghost King of the infinite Realms, one of the most powerful ghosts in existence and bearer of the Crown of Fire and Ring of Rage.
Now a humble mortal(disguised) farmer.
And he's surprisingly, never been happier. Well, actually he has been happier than this, on the day of binding between the Ghost King and the Master of Time.
He wonders what his spouse was up to these days. Most likely watching over the multiple timelines, no doubt.
It was on one of those days, where he carried his produce to go sell to a factory for money for more horses, that he ran into a little kid, one with black hair and blue eyes.
That was also, chalked full of magical power and might.
Really, it just escalated from there, if he were to be honest.
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Billy Batson did not expect to be sitting in the living room of the giant man he ran into on accident. He was kidnapped, yes, but compared to others this was most certainly tame in comparison.
He was picked up by the back of his collar, placed on that guy's head, and was then just taken back to his house.
At least he makes extremely good cookies.
He should probably leave before he's never seen again, but first, cookies.
And milk.
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thinking about lip + carmy threesome…
you’re leaning back against lip, both arms kept clasped behind with one of his hands. his other hand paws at your tits as carmy eats you out, his strong nose rubbing into your clit, tongue deep inside.
and you’ll gasp and squirm and it only makes lip yank you back into him, his grip almost bruising.
“stay still,” he grunts into your ear. “or are y’that desperate for it?”
it’s been an hour now.
you can’t even form a coherent response as carmy licks and sucks and finally lets his fingers prod your entrance. his thick digits press deep and cause you to cum around them, hips lifting up off the bed, head thrown back onto lip’s shoulder.
they flip you around, carmy laying on the bed, you straddling his hips. with some help, you ease down onto his cock, already slick and messy from the previous orgasm. the slide is fluid and has him nestled to the hilt, letting him groan into your neck as you lay on his chest.
you’re so lost in the feeling that you don’t notice when lip stops touching you, or when his hands return on your ass. they’re big and warm, spreading the globes and watching how your cunt swallows carmy’s cock, up and down, a gentle grind.
his thumb swipes at the stretch of your cunt, which makes you whine into carmy’s shoulder, feeling lip hook his thumb inside.
“shiiitt— lip, c’mon, can’t do that t’me.” you protest, squirming against the added digit.
carmy holds you still, pulling you back down onto his cock, as lip retreats his thumb. you give a noise of relief until it’s prodding again, smearing slick over your other hole.
“no, hey!” you pipe up again, lifting your head from carmy’s chest to glare back at lip.
“y’don’t get to call all the shots, sweetheart,” lip purrs, his free hand pressing down on the small of your back, forcing you down again.
you arch away from him, using the motion to sink further onto carmy’s cock, who’s barely paying attention. his teeth scrape your shoulder, leaving little bites in his wake, both to mark his claim and to silence the little noises that threaten to escape.
when lip tries again, going back to his original plan of pressing a finger into your cunt, alongside carmy’s cock, you don’t protest. the stretch makes you whine, walls instinctively tensing, squeezing rhythmically.
making the slide easier, carmy reaches a hand between you to circle your clit, a firm pressure that makes you grind back into lip’s fingers, unable to escape the stimulation.
“i know, baby,” carmy coos, kissing and mouthing at your neck, “it’s okay, pretty girl. we’ve got you.”
the peak is blinding, mind-numbing as you wet them both, slick dripping down lip’s wrist and carmy’s balls.
“shit, shit— i’m gonna cum,” carmy grunts next to your ear, “fuck, baby. ‘s squeezin’ me so tight.”
you grind back down against him, purposefully trying to milk whatever carmy has to give. lip protests, squeezing your ass and holding your hips still.
“stay still,” he commands, before glaring down at carmy. “and we’re not done yet. hold it.”
despite the low whine carmy gives, frustrated and needing release, he somehow obeys. his eyes are squeezed shut, teeth piercing the skin of your shoulder, trying to find some sort of relief from the pressure in his balls.
with a new sense of urgency, lip removes his fingers, only to replace them with the thick head of his cock. you feel practically boneless at his point, instinctively squeezing around the intrusion, which pulls another groan from carmy.
“just relax..” lip soothes, his thumbs rubbing circles against your back as he pushes in.
it’s a tight fit, his cock sliding in besides carmy’s, your cunt restricting the both of them. you don’t even need to move anymore, body hitching upwards slightly each time lip gently pulls back only to bury in deeper, creating a friction between your clit pressing into carmy’s stomach.
it only takes a few strokes before you’re cumming again, completely overwhelmed by the new sensation. the gush of warmth pushes carmy over the edge, face buried in your shoulder as he releases deep inside, pumping you impossibly fuller.
“i’m sorry, ‘m sorry— fuck.” carmy practically whimpers into your skin, arms wrapped tight around your torso to pull you closer.
“jesus, bear.” lip complains, the snark evident in his voice.
he pulls out, your hole twitching with the sudden emptiness, again as lip lifts you up and off carmy’s spent cock. he lays you back down on the bed, your body limp and sweaty, but that doesn’t stop lip from pushing back inside.
you moan at the feeling, squirming on the sheets as lip fucks the mixture of cum and slick deeper inside, a lewd squelching sound filling the room.
carmy cuddles into your side, an arm circling around your waist, pressing little kisses onto your arms and shoulders as lip fucks himself to release. it adds to the wet mess that’s now pooling under your ass, the bedsheets sticking to your skin.
the bed dips as lip falls back onto the mattress with a spent huff. you’re panting and barely coherent, unable to form a single thought or let alone sentence. everything feels tingly in the best way, and yet carmy’s arm slung across your waist, his body pressed close, helps ground you.
a lighter sparks as lip lights a cigarette, passing it over to carmen. a second time, that he keeps for himself, and a final one that he balances on your lower lip.
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