#mother circe? yes mommy

[circe69]

your first mission with simon ghost riley didn't go very well.

cw: smutty, ghosts a brat

the cell door you had been working to override had slammed in ghost's face, and at his attempt to open it, you could hear him mutter a curse under his breath.

"fuckin' hell."

"what happened?" you walked over to where he was, and once you tried to pull on the same door, you realized. you two were stuck in the cramped, dark and wet jail cell.

"fuck,” you exhaled and pinched the bridge of your nose.

"stop copying me, cunt."

"oh go to hell, ghost."

"no thanks, i'm trying to get as far away as possible from ya, baby."

you groan out in frustration and banged your head against one of the bars, the condensation sticking to your hair, and all ghost could do was chuckle at you.

"you're so fucking dense."

"eat shit," you hissed out as you swung a closed fist at his chest.

once you made contact, you knew that it was very possible it was your last moments before death.

simon crossed his arms in front of his chest and looked down at the floor while shaking his head, "tsk," he took a step towards you, "always gotta be so physical," he shoved you back, causing your body to slam against the brick wall.

and guess what? you shoved him the fuck back.

"if you think for one second," you shoved him again, this time pulling his shoulder strap down so he was at eye level with you, "that I'm gonna let you throw me around just cause you want to, you're fucking hilarious. you've got a lotta nerve to even think about touching me, let alone push me back when I've pushed you first-“

ghost grabbed both of your arms from the front of you and shoved them behind your back, pushing your tits out from your shirt and right below his face. he looked down at your cleavage before bouncing back to your eyes, "y'wanna know what I think?" he spat right down the valley of your breasts and watched his saliva snake down your shirt, "i think you like it."

you squirmed under his weight, under his eyes. "fuck. you."

"you. wish."

ghost wasn't an idiot. he could feel the way you were rubbing your thighs together, how your pupils were dilating by the second and the soft pants coming out of your mouth.

"I'm saying all this, baby 'cause I know, if I were to fuck you right now, you'd probably be the best pussy I'd felt in years. maybe ever. I'd wanna take you home and do it over and over again until you're gasping for a break. I'd feed you well. id take care of you. I would fucking love you until death. but that's not who I am, and that's sure as fuck not who you are."

you watched his eyes gaze down to your lips as he lowered his head to yours.

"why not?" you whispered.

"because, baby, I don't fuck women who don't want to. I like wet pussy, not scared pussy. I want it hard and rough but I don't wanna break you forever. and unfortunately, I'll bet you a million dollars that if I reached down and checked right now, your sweet pussy wouldn't be wet. not even close. right?"

you gulped as his fingers realized one of your wrists and snaked down the side of your thigh, "that's a lot of money."

he slithered his hand back up to your waist band before sneaking a finger inside, "isn't it?" you could barely hear his smirk through his words over the intense volume of your heartbeat. you knew for a fact, that someone just lost a lot of money.

as ghost swiped a finger down the middle of your panties, he groaned, "fuck, I'm gonna be bankrupt aren't I?"

"its a stupid bet to make after spitting on a woman's tits."

[circe69]

Go nuts!!

The Colors of the Moots ask game

Lemon - idk but like you seem really sour and scary Yellow - every time i see you on my dash you're always so happy and it's so lovely! Cyber - when the frick are you offline? like tell me when, i need to know for your sanity!!! do you even have it??? Goldenrod - i really wanna sit next to you and watch a sunset/sunrise. or maybe just look at you. Orange - if you were a fruit you'd be a orange. no explanation. Rust - you seem like you're hanging on by a thread. Mahogany - let's go on a late night drive together and listen to one of your playlists. Red - i am so in love with you. first it was ironic, now it's unironic. so in love. Ruby - you are such a gem, you deserve so much better <3 Pink - biting you biting you biting you biting you licking you biting you biting you Violet - honestly i just wanna kiss you just to shut you up. yeah. Blue - you are the sad mood. the crying moot, even. i am offering a tissue in this trying time. and maybe a hug. only if you want ofc Navy - i have a feeling you hate jeans. Lime - i can't tell if you're serious or what but i am avidly waiting your next post. Green - wanna go touch grass with me? Jade - honestly you have some of the best takes on this hellsite.

[zippyskyfalls]

Haven't posted any Servant of Circe AU in a while, so enjoy this silly incident!

Trigger Warnings: !!Alcohol!! !!small Mentions of SA!! !!Telegonus... just Telegonus!!!

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It had been about 3 weeks since Antinous' "arrangement" has begun. For all of those 3 weeks, Antinous had done practically every task Circe asked of him.

He wanted to say no, that he'd rather die at the hands of the old king then do this.

...but as Circe put it, "you weren't going to give Penelope a choice, so why should I give you one?"

So all he could do was nod, try not to make a fuss, and continue the work

He'd become decent friends with Circe's lions, which the Nymphs in the Palace considered an incredibly impressive feat. The pigs also seemed to trust Antinous more when it came to feeding them. Probably because they respect him for not being turned into one of them yet

One day, in the middle of sweeping the second floor Corridor, Antinous ran into something...

And hey. He deserved a break for all the hard work he'd been doing lately, right?

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Circe walked into the room and widened her eyes in horror as he caught Antinous just... calmly chatting with the Nymphs.

No flirting like he usually did, he was just entertaining the Nymphs questions on his old life in Ithaca

But his words were slurred, his cheeks were reddened and the room reeked of the smell of old wine

She stepped closer, gently petting one of the Nymphs (Azalea) head. "Dear," she began. "What's going on with Antinous?"

"Oh, I believe he found your wine stash." The Nymph replied, melting into her Goddess' touch.

So the bastard snuck into her wine cabinet. It seems she'll be having a talk with him after this incident is over.

"Circeee" Antinous began, giving Circe a drunken, dopey smile. He stood up and gave her a hug. "How ya doin, mom?"

"...mom?" Circe felt like she should pull away... but the words felt all too familiar.

She was used to hearing younger Nymphs calling her "mommy" (or some of the horrid men that now haunt the pig stables)

But it was the way Antinous said it that reminded her of... him.

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"Mom?" A small boy asked as he climbed onto Circe's lap. A large grin on his face as Circe combed his dark hair with her own hands

"Yes. Hello, Telegonus..." She giggled, gently cradling her son as she begun to add some small braids into his hair. "Is there something you'd like to ask?"

"Yeah! Lithacles is taking a few Nymphs out to sailing, it's a way to explore Greece." She already knew that, and Circe was sure Telegonus also knew she was informed of the information. "...I'd like to go!"

Circe's heart nearly sank at the news. Circe hadn't let anybody leave the island since... well, since Odysseus came.

She didn't want to lose her son, her pride and joy, the boy she swore to protect the moment Odysseus gave birth to him.

She knew she had to let go of her son one day, but he was nine... how could she let her little boy go?

She had to put her trust in Lithacles for this... just had to hope she could protect him while Circe wasn't around

"...of course, Gonus'. You may go with the other Nymphs."

The curly haired boy's eyes lit up as he gave his mother a tight hug, his smile widening even more. "Thankyouthankyouthankyou mom!!!"

"...of course, my son."

Ten years.

It had been 10 years since he left on that trip.

Even now, a small part of Circe is waiting for him to return.

Even now, she's waiting for her little boy to come back to her.

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She let her tears fall onto Antinous' shoulders, it felt good to cry after so many years.

The smell of wine reeked inside his breath, but it didn't matter to her.

Antinous was... well, confused. He lightly cradled the Goddess in a way to comfort her, despite he himself not fully comprehending the situation.

"...mom? Are you okay?" He asked, slowly pulling her away from his shoulders to stare at the Goddess

She wiped her tears, giving him a saf smile with a nod. "...yes, Antinous. I'm fine..."

He nodded, barely even noticing Circe pulling some hair from his face... just so she could stare at the man a bit longer.

"You should go to sleep, Antinous." She began, finally rebuilding her composure. "You're intoxicated and clearly need the rest."

Antinous just nodded, a series of slurred noises filled the room as he slowly walked out so he could go to his bed.

"...what just happened?" Azalea asked, walking closer to Circe. Azalea was a younger Nymph, not very used to the concept of intoxication besides knowing what it is

"...nothing."

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Extra notes:

Yes, you read that correctly when I wrote "the moment Odysseus gave birth to him." I had to think for 20 minutes before choosing to actually add that

Shoutout to: @literallylink--who-tf-is-ravioli , who's the reason this lovely story I just wrote came to be!

Sorry for Telegonus existing, guys. The telegony is NOT Canon in this story, it's only Telegonus that exists 👍

Really hope you enjoyed this, have an amazing day!!!

- a Zipper

[dcmidivine]

a favour || allegra

DATE: november 2020

SUMMARY: allegra does her part to get along with her new roommate, cleo

Allegra’s pen pierced the paper with the last period of her angry sentence. She frowned, pressing the pad of her thumb to the crease between her eyebrows. Waverly, wreathed in heavy scented smoke and sprawled in the closest sunbeam a few feet away, didn’t look up from their book. Allegra cleared her throat, coughed a few times, and still she was ignored.

Fine. Since she already had to do everything else for herself around here, she crawled closer to her friend and closed the book for them. Her own journal lay open on the flattened grass behind her.

Waverly’s attention slid up from the leather-bound cover of their now-closed tome. “Hmm?” they questioned, clearly a prompt for her to share what was on her mind.

Oh, Waverly. Calm as always. Allegra wanted to soak up some of that serenity, but sometimes her life was just so hard.  “My roommate is the worst.”

“Uh-huh?��� 

“Uh-huh.” Waverly understood! Of course they did, they were Allegra’s best friend in the entire world. “She threw off my whole entire morning.”

“Aw.”

The one-word response was obviously Waverly’s way of telling her to carry on ranting. Allegra did with pleasure.

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“…And you’re staying away from boys, yes, darling?” Circe’s face shimmered in the spray where the stream collided with a patch of rocks. Waverly had shown Allegra how to use the mist setting on a hose, but this little spot she had found in the woods not only offered more privacy, but made for a far less stable connection. It was perfect for giving Allegra the time she needed to respond to the awkward questions her mother asked of her.

 “Huh?” Allegra propped her chin up on one hand and reached forward to fiddle with her messaging necklace where she had suspended it in the spray between two twigs. “What was that, mother? This connection isn’t very good.”

Touching the messaging necklace managed to worsen the image instead of improving it. Circe repeated herself, something like ‘crackle crackle crackle, boys’. Allegra pulled up a few pieces of grass in front of where she was sprawled and began tearing them into smaller and smaller sections. Hmm, boys. Allegra smiled to herself, head caught up now in thoughts of Augustin’s smile and how cute he was when he got flustered, and how much he flustered her all the time.

“Allegra.”

Oops. She was ignoring her mother. If Allegra hated being ignored, Circe took it to the next level. “Sorry, mother, sorry. What?”

“You’re distracted. Is someone bothering you? You let me know and I’ll send you some of my special multivitamins right away. Hermes still owes me for making that godsawful daughter of his beautiful. 17th century or no, she was really a hideous creature.”

“No, mother. Everything’s fine.” Allegra smushed her cheek against her shoulder as she thought, but not a single man came to mind that she’d like to turn into a guinea pig. If she went out looking for one, sure, but why would she want to meet more men? She was nowhere near as determined as her mother to rodentify the male population.

“Okay, sweetie. But you let me know, okay? Remember what I always say, men are pigs and–“

“–And we make the outside reflect the inside,” Allegra finished for her mother with an eye roll. “I know, I know.”

“Good girl. Mommy has to go, but I’ll talk to you tomorrow, okay? I love you, sweetie.”

Allegra put her forehead down in the grass and exhaled a long, dramatic sigh. Her life was so complicated.

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Two seconds of a conversation with Cleo’s brother after he returned from Miami, and Allegra understood why her roommate never shut up about hating his guts. But she had a plan. A plan involving a special little pill hidden inside a strawberry that she gave to him. Allegra hummed cheerfully to herself as she scooped up the rodent and dropped it into the little carry case she had brought with her– Cleo would be falling all over herself to thank Allegra after this gift. New best friend, secured.

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“And she didn’t even say thank you! She just like, gave me this weird look and all this attitude, and said she didn’t ask for a pet!”

Waverly sucked a few tapioca pearls up through their straw, expression peaceful. “Ah. Did you mention the guinea pig is her brother?”

“Um, no, because she was so rude about it! Why should I tell her I did her a favour? She’ll think I like her or something!” Allegra took an aggressive sip of her own bubble tea and turned her head to the side to spit out the pearls onto the grass. “But anyway, she complained and complained so I made him a rabbit instead and now she’s like, okay with it.”

“How ungrateful.” Waverly sounded amused, which made zero sense, because nothing about this was funny. “Tell me about your thought process. Was there any steps between ‘I should do something nice for her’ and ‘I should turn her brother into a rodent’?” 

“What?” Clearly her friend was stoned again. That question made no sense. Turning him into a guinea pig was the most obvious thing to do. “Were you not listening? She complained about him, like, constantly. It’s so annoying. I fixed her problem for her. That’s nice of me. And now no one has to hear her complain about him! So it’s like, a nice thing to do for everyone.”

 “Ah. My mistake. You are a paragon of virtue.” 

“Yeah, duh.” Allegra had no idea what that meant, but it sounded like a compliment. “Just wait. She’ll realize how much better her life is with him gone and be sooooo happy.”

“Of course.” Waverly closed their eyes. “How could it go any other way?”

[lilacmoon83]

Dreaming Out Loud

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Chapter 128: Seizing Power

"Mommy! Daddy!" little Alexander called, as they arrived home at their castle. Snow sprinted to her little boy and swept him into her arms.

"Oh I've missed you so much, baby…" she gushed, as she kissed his little head.

"Missed you too, Mommy," Xander said, as David kissed his head too.

"Daddy!" he called, as he took his son, while his mother brought the baby to them.

"Oh...there's my little angel," he cooed, as Snow took her and they both cuddled her.

"Oh...Mommy is never leaving either of you ever again," she gushed, as she and David soaked them up. They smiled, as they saw Emma doing the same with Neal, Henry, and Tallie.

"We're so relieved you're all home safe," Serafina said, as she and Ruth hugged them tightly.

"Us too...but we might be safe yet," he said.

"What's going on?" Robert asked.

"In short...Zelena's back and she stole all the magic in the realms with the Olympian crystal," Snow answered.

"Then...she's all powerful?" Ruth asked fearfully.

"I'm afraid so...and Emma is the only other person with any magic right now," David replied.

"But...if Zelena stole the magic, how is that possible?" Serafina asked.

"I'm not really sure I understand it either," David said, as he looked at Rumple.

"He has a point. I mean, I get that Emma is a product of their true love, but so was the potion you used to originally bring magic to Storybrooke," Regina added.

"That was Storybrooke, a place without magic. This is the United Realms. Misthaven's inherent magic cannot be stolen," Rumple explained.

"So...because Emma was born with her magic, it can't be taken?" Snow asked.

"Short of cursing her or finding a spell to nullify it...no. But that will be exactly what Zelena seeks to do now," he replied.

"Then there's Promethean fire. She can't take it, but it won't do us much good if these two can't utilize it to its full potential," Van Helsing chimed in.

"Then Merlin must be freed. It's time to visit Camelot," Persephone said.

"Arthur is never going to agree to free him...this will get messy," Hades replied.

"Maybe...but we try to do this diplomatically first. With Zelena having so much power, Arthur will have to choose an allegiance. We will make our case that siding with us will work out far better than siding with Zelena," Persephone said.

"He'll be too threatened by us if we take the lead though," Hades reminded.

"Then we will," David said. Snow nodded.

"We'll send a messenger and request a meeting. We'll even concede to do so in Camelot," she agreed. They nodded and joined hands, as they took the children to the nursery. They would send a messenger and then be forced to wait for a response. They only hoped Arthur made a wise decision.

~*~

Oz

"Everything seems in order today. A few minor disputes, but they were easily settled," Dorothy reported, as she finished her daily rounds in Emerald City. Glinda was very proud of her. She had gone from a scared, reluctant girl that just wanted to go back to her home in the Land Without Magic, to a valiant peacekeeper that had realized her true home was in Oz. She only hoped that Dorothy was ready for the coming conflict that she was sensing on the horizon.

"I'm afraid all is not well," Glinda feared, as she turned away from the window.

"What is it?" Dorothy asked.

"The magic...it's gone," she replied, as she held up her wand and it refused her command.

"No magic? I got word from MIsthaven that Circe has been permanently dealt with. If she's gone, she couldn't have stolen the magic," Dorothy reasoned.

"She couldn't have...but I could," an unwelcome voice said, as they turned to the doorway.

"Zelena…" Dorothy hissed, as she swept into the room with another, homely looking woman that they did not recognize, behind her.

"You're dead…" Glinda refuted.

"It didn't stick…" she said, as they heard the guards rushing in about that time.

"Stop witch!" one of them called, but she waved her hand and several of them shrieked, as they became flying monkeys.

"If the rest of you don't want to join your Simian friends...then you'll pledge your allegiance to me," Zelena said, as they hesitated, but also did not advance on her out of fear.

"Glinda rules the Emerald City now!" Dorothy refuted. Zelena smirked and with a wave of her hand, encased Glinda in a bubble, much like one of her own. She shooed the bubble away and out into the sky, as it carried her away from Oz.

"Not anymore," Zelena said, as the guards surrounded Dorothy, having chosen not to cross the new Queen.

"Take her to the dungeon," Zelena ordered. But thinking quickly, Dorothy clicked the heels of her ruby slippers together three times and disappeared. Zelena growled.

"Find her!" she ordered, as they hurried out and she sent her flying monkeys off in search as well.

"What now?" Liz asked.

"The Charmings are the real problem...the whole family is. We need allies," Zelena replied.

"Who will side with us against Snow White and Persephone?" Liz inquired. Zelena smirked and went to the window.

"Perhaps more Kingdoms than you think," she said vaguely.

~*~

Camelot

Arthur slammed yet another useless book shut and tossed it aside.

"There's nothing here!" he shouted, as he brushed more books and ancient scrolls away.

"We have no other choice...we must force King David and his daughter to reforge Excalibur for us," he said gravely.

"But how do we force them? Persephone will never allow it," Guinevere reminded, just as Gawain came rushing in.

"Sire...something has happened," the Knight said, as Arthur and Guinevere followed him down to the Throne room.

"Sire...this just arrived from Misthaven," Tristan added, as he handed the envelope to him.

"What is it?" Guinevere asked.

"A summons from King David and Queen Snow. They are requesting to come here for an audience first thing in the morning," Arthur responded.

"It's Merlin they want...why else would they want to come here," Gawain spat in annoyance.

"There's more, My King…" Tristan said, as he ushered a munchkin into the Throne room. He looked quite frightened and could barely look at them.

"A munchkin? In Camelot?" Arthur asked in confusion. It was not like the munchkins to venture away from Oz.

"Tell him," Tristan snapped at the frightened small person.

"Magic...it's gone. The Wicked Witch is back and she stole it! She banished Glinda and has taken over Emerald City," he reported.

"Magic is gone? Are you certain?" Arthur asked with great interest.

"Y...yes...except the Savior still has it," he answered.

"And Queen Persephone?" Guinevere asked.

"N...no, she is powerless now," the munchkin said.

"And the Promethean fire?" Gawain questioned.

"King David and the Savior still possess the fire too. It's the only thing that is holding the Wicked Witch back," the munchkin retorted.

"Why are you here?" Arthur asked.

"I...I was scared. I fled Oz when the witch took over," he said shamefully.

"We will offer you refuge in Camelot for this information," Guinevere decided and he bowed.

"Thank you, Your Majesty," he said, as he scurried away.

"Then I was right...Merlin is what they want," Gawain said.

"Perhaps...we will hear their case anyhow," Arthur decided.

"Sire?" Tristan questioned in horror.

"The Savior may have her magic and the fire, but without Persephone and Hades' magic interfering, not to mention the Dark One being powerless...this may be exactly the leverage we need," Arthur said.

"They want something from us...and it will not come without a price," Guinevere said in agreement.

"Exactly, my love...we may yet get what we need," he agreed, as he looked to Gawain.

"Please deliver my invitation to King David and his lovely Queen personally and tell them that I look forward to hosting them tomorrow morning," Arthur stated. Gawain looked uncertain, but left to do his King's bidding. He hoped that he knew what he was doing.

~*~

The munchkin stumbled through the woods and cried out in fright, as Zelena appeared before him.

"Did you deliver the information, you little twit?" she snapped.

"Y...yes," he stammered. She smirked.

"Good...you get to live then," she said, as he breathed a sigh of relief. She waved her hand and turned him into a flying monkey.

"I said you get to live...just not as what," she said evilly, as she looked at the Camelot palace in the distance. Arthur had taken the bait nicely, just as she knew he would. She'd play him like a fiddle and destroy her enemies in one fell swoop. Still, she would need more allies on her side and it was time to move onto the next Kingdom.

Oz was hers already and Camelot was already compromised. It would be the perfect battleground. Now, she would move onto the rest. They would join her or she would do away with their rulers and assimilate them accordingly. She may have failed to change her past, but she would ensure she ruled the future.

~*~

Snow was practically swooning, as she listened to her husband sing to the baby that night. They had successfully gotten Alexander to settle down and go to sleep, with no less than three stories, that is and then they had proceeded to the nursery with the baby to do the same. They had both missed tucking in their little ones the last couple nights and were content to have no repeat adventures that would take them away overnight from their babies for a while now.

While his singing had successfully lulled their sweet baby girl to sleep, it was definitely doing the opposite for her.

"I think she's finally asleep," he whispered.

"You always work magic with her," she agreed, as she slid her arms around his waist and nuzzled close to him. He smiled down at her and wrapped her in his arms.

"Someone is frisky," he purred, as she bit her bottom lip.

"Well, I can't help it. Your singing makes me the opposite of sleepy...if you get my drift," she purred back, as she nuzzled his nose with hers and he responded by kissing her tenderly.

"I think I do," he said, as he opened the adjoining door that connected their bed chambers to the nursery and led her through it. He closed the door and their lips met again, as he divested her of her robe, which fell to a puddle at her feet.

"Ugh...what they say is true. You two are positively nauseating," a voice said and Snow yelped in surprise, as Gawain stood on their balcony. David pulled his sword from its holder by the bed and leveled at the intruder. She hid herself behind her husband, for she was wearing only a tiny little satin nightie beneath her robe.

"How the hell did you get up here?" he demanded to know, as he stood in front of his wife.

"I am a Knight of the Roundtable...I have my ways," he goaded smugly.

"And there's no magical protections or you would have never made it through the gates," Snow said knowingly, as she poked her head out from behind her husband.

"Get out…" David growled through clenched teeth.

"I won't be here long. The Gods know I can't stomach the sight of you two sucking each other's faces off, though I have to admit...you do have impeccable taste in females," he leered, as he looked at Snow.

"You have three seconds to state your business before I rip your eyes out and make sure you leave in pieces," David growled.

"Relax...Your Majesty. I come in peace and simply to deliver a message from my King. He has accepted your request and will grant you an audience first thing in the morning," Gawain stated.

"Fine...then leave now," David demanded, as he held his sword at him and the Knight smirked.

"Always a pleasure, Your Majesties," he said sarcastically, as he climbed his way down their palace wall and David sighed, as he sheathed his sword.

"You know, I can see him getting passed some of our other Knights, but not Lancelot," Snow said.

"Lancelot is off tonight and believe me, they'll be getting an earful in the morning," David replied, as he took her in his arms.

"Well...don't be too hard on them. Gawain is a Knight of the Roundtable, after all," she said, as she kissed his cheek.

"I don't take kindly to even Knights of the Roundtable invading our privacy, especially when they spoil my intent to make love to my beautiful, amazing wife," he replied.

"Oh, I think it's going to take more than one smug Knight to spoil the mood between us," she whispered in his ear. He smirked.

"You're right," he agreed, as he swept her into his arms and carried her toward the bed.

"So...you like my singing?" he asked playfully, as he lay her down on the bed and hovered over her.

"Mmm...very much so, my love," she replied, as he caressed her beautiful face and her breathing hitched, as he kissed his way down her throat. Her nightgown was gone, as he undressed her with skillful ease and his own clothes were pulled away. Passion lit her every nerve, as his hands roamed and he sank between her parted legs. His passionate gaze locked with hers, as their breathing came in ragged, impassioned gasps now.

"You...are so beautiful…" he uttered in awe of her and he could still make her blush after all these years.

"Let's see if I can...make you sing…" he whispered to her, with a roguish smirk that made her almost lose control.

"You...you always do…" she managed to say, before he was making love to her. There were no words after that, but plenty of singing…

~*~

Deimos enjoyed a good stiff drink at the bar of the successful brothel that he owned in Cronus' Kingdom, which was adjacent to the Southern Isles. His eyes never strayed far from the young, dark haired girl dancing on stage and he smirked, as he intended to enjoy her later with a private showing.

"Lord Cronus has requested your presence, Lord Deimos," one of his bouncer's informed him and he finished his drink.

"At this hour?" he questioned.

"He said it is quite urgent. Apparently, something of grave concern has occurred," the man responded. He sighed and felt a bit of disappointment. The dark haired girl on stage was a real beauty and fit all his specific tastes.

"Fine...make sure that one finds her way to my chambers. I'll return soon and expect her to be ready for me," he said, as he made his way out of the establishment and made the short drive to the castle.

"You summoned me, Your Majesty?" he said, as he bowed to him. Under Cronus, he enjoyed a good life with enough power to satisfy most, but he had always known he was on a short leash with the tyrannical God. Cronus himself had his wings clipped a bit too, being that Persephone was the supreme Goddess. But Deimos had become a patient man and knew a day would come where he could seize power once again. And this time, he would not stop. Cronus had used his magic to clip his urge to feast on the blood of mortals, but someday, he knew would be able to satiate that craving again and rule as he was meant to. Then...he would have Persephone's daughter as well.

"The magic...it's gone," Cronus stated.

"Gone?" Deimos questioned, as he watched his King fail to summon magic in his palm.

"Then Circe...she has stolen it again?" Deimos asked.

"That is what I thought, but Phobos just returned with Intel. It appears that Zelena has returned and she has the Olympian crystal," Cronus answered.

"Then the witch has all the magic," Deimos deduced.

"Not quite," Cronus corrected.

"What do you mean?" he questioned with scrutiny.

"The Savior...her magic could not be taken and neither could the Promethean fire. She and her father still possess the flame," he responded. Deimos clenched his teeth. Charming and his spawn...still in his path to Snow White, as usual.

"So Persephone and Hades...are powerless now?" Deimos questioned.

"Yes...and Phobos said they are already gathering allies against the witch. I'm sure one of their messengers will be here soon to barter with us," Cronus stated.

"That would be wasted errand. They will never trust us and allying with them will bring us no benefit," Deimos refuted.

"Perhaps...but Zelena is no better. I will bow to no witch," Cronus stated.

"You cannot seriously be considering siding with the Kingdom of Misthaven," Deimos said in outrage.

"What choice do we have? With Persephone, we can at least maintain our status. But Zelena...she will just assimilate us under her stifling rule," Cronus reasoned.

"Be that as it may...I refuse to work with those bloody heroes," Deimos refused.

"You will do as I command. I am your King," he reminded. Deimos fumed and then bowed to him with barely contained, seething rage.

"Of course...forgive me, my King," he said, as Cronus turned his back and gazed out the window into the twilight.

"No, as much as I do not fancy it...we must join the effort to dethrone Zelena and regain our power," Cronus said and then his breath seized, as he choked in pain. He looked down to find a blade protruding from his chest.

"I'm afraid that with magic gone...that makes you weak and useless, my King," Deimos hissed, as he extracted his blade. Cronus fell to the floor, as he struggled for air. He coughed and blood violently sputtered from his mouth. A pool of red slowly leaked from his body, soon covered the floor around him. He continued to sputter painfully and blood spattered all over his face, as he struggled to breathe. Deimos smirked evilly down upon him.

"Back to the Underworld for you...for good this time," Deimos said, as the King gurgled and exhaled his final breath.

"Such a mess…" Zelena chided, as she appeared and he turned to the redheaded witch.

"The messier the better…" Deimos replied, as he watched her move into the room.

"You...you killed the great Saturn…" Liz said in horror.

"Who is this?" Deimos asked.

"Apparently, there are some mortals out there in the Land Without Magic that admire Cronus...or Saturn as they like to call him. She's leader of this cult and responsible for helping in my revival," Zelena explained.

"Cronus had gone weak and soft over the years. Without magic, he was useless and was willing to side with the heroes against you, Queen Zelena," Deimos stated. She smirked.

"Then you did me a favor and I do need a fearsome General," she mused.

"Then you can count on me to carry out your horrors...however, Cronus clipped some of my more fearsome abilities," Deimos stated. Zelena smirked and created a ball of energy.

"Stare into the moonlight...and let the monster be reborn," she said, as the energy filled him up and his eyes glowed red once again. His muscles bulked slightly more and his incisors grew longer.

"Thank you...my Queen," he said, as he bowed deeply to her.

"The Southern Isles is a weakened state, due to the new leadership and they're intent on sucking up to Persephone and Misthaven. Prove your worth," Zelena ordered. He smirked.

"They will be swearing allegiance to you by morning," Deimos promised, as he left to wage war on the first Kingdom that would fall to them. It was good to be in power again…

~*~

Persephone stood on the balcony of her palace on Mount Olympus. She looked out over the realms, her eyes often resting on Misthaven where her precious family slept. But sleep was impossible for her tonight, for she knew Zelena intended to bring nothing but pain and death to all the realms. Oz had already fallen. Glinda and Dorothy were missing and she knew dawn would likely bring the fall of more. They were meeting with Arthur in Camelot in the morning and with or without his blessing, they had to awaken Merlin. It was the only chance they had, but she hated every bit of it.

"There's no keeping them out of this, as much as I hate it too," Hades said, as he approached her from behind.

"I know...Snow, David, and Emma...they may be the ones that will have to save us all. But it wasn't supposed to be this way when I took Zeus' power!" she lamented.

"It's supposed to be me fighting these battles...not Snow, Charming, and Emma," she fretted.

"Not even we can thwart destiny, my love…" he reminded and she knew he was right.

"Love will win...you've taught me that," Hades said.

"What if it's not enough?" Persephone asked. He smiled and caressed her cheek.

"It will be...and we will be there to make sure they win," he assured, as he hugged her close.

~*~

When Guinevere happened to wake up, an hour or so before dawn, she wasn't surprised to see that her husband was not in bed with her. This wasn't an uncommon occurrence and she couldn't help the stab of sadness in her heart. She knew Arthur loved her, but not more so than his quest for power; his quest to reforge Excalibur so no one could challenge him for his Throne.

She was not surprised to find him in the lab that he had given to Claude Frollo to use in his experiments and research.

"You've been sequestered for days...you must have something," Arthur insisted.

"Reforging Excalibur requires Promethean fire and there is no way around that. Now that magic is gone though...we may be able to utilize these much easier," Frollo said, as he presented him with a pair of glowing chains.

"And what exactly are these?" Arthur questioned.

"Promethean chains. The originals were destroyed and busted to smithereens when the trigger was set off in the mines. But I managed to find remnants of the chains and reforged them. They can capture and control the Savior...and her father," Frollo said.

"Well...that certainly is something. It seems you are worth your salt, after all, Judge Frollo," Arthur complimented.

"Then I trust you will hold up your end of our bargain?" Frollo questioned.

"When I have reforged Excalibur...you'll get what you want," Arthur responded.

"That is easier now that magic is gone, but the witch has the power to sweep us all away," Frollo warned.

"Then our next objective will be to seize the crystal from her. A Sorcerer of your knowledge must know of ways to circumvent her power," he surmised. Frollo smirked.

"As a matter of fact...I just might," he replied. Guinevere had no idea what he had planned, but perhaps once her husband's quest was complete...they could finally be happy. But something in the back of her mind told her that Arthur's quest could never be satiated.

~*~

Snow tossed and turned in her sleep. Just hours ago, she had been in pure bliss, as her husband made passionate love to her. But now, the events of the last few days and the uncertainty of what was to come now haunted her dreams, until they had her waking screaming in her husband's arms.

"Snow...please my darling...wake up…" he pleaded, as she suffered a night terror. He held her face still in his hands and pressed his lips to hers, knowing only that might break through. Snow's eyes went wide and she melted into him, before dissolving into sobs against his bare chest.

"Shh...it was just a dream, my love…" he whispered to her in a soothing manner. But she shook her head and looked up at him through tear filled eyes.

"What if it wasn't? It felt so real…" she cried, as he caressed her face.

"Arthur...we can't trust him. He had you and Emma...in chains! Like the chains my mother used to bind Deimos!" she said, as she gasped.

"Charming...what if he has the Promethean chains?" she feared.

"They were destroyed in the mines...remember?" he reminded.

"And we thought my step-father destroyed the Olympian crystal. What if someone has the chains too? I can't lose you and Emma…" she fretted.

"Shh...you are not going to lose me. I refused to give you up when Ravenna tried to take you away and I won't let Arthur separate us either," he promised, as she started to calm.

"My heart is yours, my darling...that's why I gave you half to bring you back, because it's already yours," he said and she kissed him passionately at that.

"If he or anyone tries to take you...I'll kill them," she said fiercely, as she kissed him hard and deeply again.

"Snow…" he breathed, as she straddled him.

"I need you…" she said desperately.

"I'm yours…" he promised and she smirked sultrily, as he lay beneath her.

"And I'm going to make you sing this time, my love…" she promised, as passion consumed them again...

[nightwingswing]

“Deadly Attraction” (Fem!Villains x Fem!Reader)

Hello my lil’ wings! My sumer holidays has begun!

Now i’ll have more time to update! So dont fret, the updates to your fav imagines will come soon! Anyway, sorry for not updating, college sucks the life out of students so i couldn’t update at all. Luckily now is summer and i have soo many ideas my wings! Also i have so many interesting request! i cant wait to start!

So stay tunned, wings! All your request are coming!

Also, This will be another series of this blog, I wrote this for pride month,and i liked it so it wil become a series. And I Hope you all like it too!

Villains need some love too!

Tags: @hamsterforlive @plethora-of-things @totallovelesson @crazyfreckledginger @wonderlace19 @algentforthewin @electra-writes33

If you wanna be tagged in this or in any of my imagines message me anytime!

(Female villains included in this series: Catwoman, Harley Quin, Poison Ivy, Lady Shiva, Talia Al Ghul, Star Sapphire, Circe, Cheetah, Lena Luthor, Nyssa Raatko, Blackfire, Cheshire. If you want me to add any other, please leave a coment or message me who!)

 I hope you all enjoy and happy pride month!

Martha and Thomas Wayne were proud parents of two.  

They had Bruce after years of trying, when their works allowed it.

They loved him to pieces, they took time of the job to be able to care for him and when they couldn't, Alfred took care of him like his own.

Nevertheless, Martha missed something. She always wanted a girl. As a child she dreamed of having a daughter, she always admired the daughter-mom bond. Her own mother always said she was her best friend,  she would always be there no matter what.

Martha wanted that bond too.

When she shared it with Thomas he agreed. He thought it would be good for Bruce -who has just turned seven- to have a little sister to care for. He also wanted a little girl.

When Bruce was seven,they thought it was a good moment.

A few weeks later, Bruce the ever so clever boy noticed that his mom glowed with a new found light. His dad had hugged her gently and kissed her deeply, even Alfred looked overjoyed!. Being the curious boy he asked.

“mommy daddy??” he titles his head.

His dad kneels by his side and hugs him sideways.

“hey Bruce, what would you say or having a baby sibling?” he smiled. Bruce eyes glowed as he smiled.

“ Am I going to be a big brother????” he smiled bright.

“Yes darling"  his mom smiled and kissed his forehead as Bruce hugged her slightly round tummy.

“I'm going to be the best big brother!”

Nine months later, Bruce had to stay in the mannor with Alfred as his father took his mom to the hospital.  He stayed up, worried as Alfred stayed by his side calming him down.

A day later, his parents came home with a soft creamy white blanket wrapped around a small bundle. He approached them with Alfred, he noticed his mom happy glowing face with slightly bags under her eyes. His father kissed her and took the bundle from her, he smiled and told her to get some rest, that he will take care of (y/n). She smiled as she held to Alfred arm and walked upstairs.

His father smiled at him, and pointed to the couch. Bruce followed and sat on the couch, his father sat next to him and told him to be careful. He then placed the small bundle on Bruce's chest.

It was so warm, small… He looked to the baby��s chubby face, he smiled as his eyes filled with happiness, he looked at his dad as his hands wrapped around the chubby baby. His father smiled, kissed his forehead as he spoke.

“Bruce, this is (y/n), (y/n) Wayne. Your little sister ”

Bruce smiled.

He will be the best big brother.

She will be protected.

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Night.

A gun.

Bang!

The sound of a body hitting the ground.

BANG!

Pearls hit the floor, as his mother's body flops to the floor.

Bruce looked at the criminal as he took of running.

He kneels by his dad body, his hands trembling, dread filling his body as he feels numb. Tears flow down his cheeks, cold and salty, making his eyes sting as his throat closes.

He's unable to speak.

Unable to move.

He just stares at his father's cold body, blood falling down his mouth.

From the corner of his eye he sees his mother move. He quickly crawls next to her, his mother grabs his hand in her weak hold. Her blue eyes stare at his, full of sadness and love.

She knows she isn't going to make it.

Her breath is labored,  hard as she coughs,  blood flow down her pretty face, her eyes look at his as she tries to speak. Searches for her voice, looking at him she smiles, her bloodied hand caresses his cheek.

“take...care..of her" she coughs more blood, knowing her time is closer she looks at him lovingly” W..we...love...you both..” she wheezes hard. Her throat closes as blood fills her throat.

She gives him one last smile, as her hands hold become weaker, her eyes lose all their light.

But her smile stays, it stays is in her face, as she had seen one of her two big loves, one last time.

Bruce stays cold,alone and numb. Between his parents bodies, his face with the bloody caress from his mother. His eyes sting harder as his throat comes undone in a loud, deafening, heartbreaking scream.

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Hours later, he's sitting in his parents room, he feels numb, empty, alone. He stares with a cold face out of the window. His heart feels empty.  The gun resonates in his head on repeat. His father's begs. His mother's protective hug…

Bang…

        Bang……

                        BANG!

He covers his ears as he feels the tears he thought had dried come back to his eyes.

Suddenly a infant cry broke the manners silence.

Bruce startle walked to his sound, seeing his little sister bawling ,shaking her little fist seeking comfort.

He felt his heart warm slightly as her little hand wraps around his finger.

He wasn't alone.

He saw his sister chubby face calm as she fell asleep again, holding his finger lovingly.

Bruce kissed her forehead as he smiled.

“ I will take care of us, (y/n)” he smiled. “whoever killed our parents will pay...I promise you that. “

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That was a long time ago.

Bruce keep his unspoken promise to his mother. He did his best to protect you.

While he always tried to be at your side like your parents did, but trying to keep the company in good hands and trying to find your parents murderers made it difficult.  

He still tried his best but he knew you were in good hands as long as Alfred was with you.

Sadly for you,  Bruce had growl overprotective of you after one time when you were six a mob tried and failed to kidnap you. Since then, he made sure you were never alone. In Gotham academy,  in the manor anywhere, you were never alone.

Though you felt Incredibly alone.

Bruce always keep close watch on you, so good people never approached you afraid they would anger Bruce.

The only people who tried -and failed- were people that liked the name Wayne, but couldn't care less about who (y/n) was.

Then, one day everything changed.

It was the beginnings of spring, Bruce and Alfred had went out shortly to buy some of Bruce's gym clothes. Against your brother's complaints you decided to stay home, Alfred nodded and reminded you to not open the door and Bruce to get your bat and kick them and call 911. And thus you were here, in the manors library, reading your favorite book. You were wearing your favorite (f/c) cotton pants and your (s/f/c) shirt, drinking your (f/d) calmly.  

You loved times like this, calmness, the warmth of books, your favorite drink and the soft chirp of birds.

When you had finished the third chapter your ears caught the pitter patter of someone's feet.

They were to light to be Alfred's and to slow to be Bruce's.

Alarms flared in your mind, you got up to catch the burglar by surprise.

You followed the shadow as it went down to the kitchen. You hid behind the kitchen island and watched.  It was clearly a she, wearing black leggings,  slightly broken in her knees. An old  black leather jacket and a beanie with cat ears and goggles. She was older than you, probably around Bruce age. Her green eyes looked around until they found something interesting.  She got up the counter and grab the cookie jar. She jumped down with a satisfied smirk and let the jar in the table, she took her beanie off  letting her brow-black hair free;It was short and curly slightly buffy, you thought it was a cool haircut.

She picked the cookie and bit into it as her stomach growl in hunger.

You clutched your bat as you decided to get up.

“ A re you hungry?”  your soft voice surprised her as she jumped into a defensive stand. “no no no! Don't worry I'm not going to hurt you! “ her eyes narrowed  “i won't call the police either “  she calmed as her green eyes analyzed you. “I'm (y/n), and you?” you smiled.

“ Selina.” she said with a low voice. You smiled.

“ you're hungry selina?” you smiled. She nodded as she picked up the cookie that fell from her hand,quickly eating it. “want want a glass of milk?* her eyes sparkled at the mention as you smiled. “milk is it then.”

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That's how you meet your best friend Selina Kyle. She and you saw each other whenever Bruce wasn't around.

You two would hang in the library, drinking and eating snacks as Selina would tell you about her daily adventures. You smiled as you imagined having so many adventures too. Some other times you would cuddle together and watch some movie.

Once she even stayed for a sleepover.

Obviously Bruce had no idea of that.

But Alfred did. But he was way to happy you finally had a friend to tell Bruce.

You introduced Selina to Alfred, so he would be calm you weren't hanging out with a dangerous person. He seemed to believe her enough as he gave you his word that he would keep your secret.

Thus Selina and you began a wonderful friendship.

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“This is Moon. She's the kitten mama. This is her kitten star.” selina said proudly. You smiled as you pet the both cats as they purred in pleasure. “and this one is princess, she's the smallest kitten.” she held the kitten in her hand and showed it to you,  you held her and smiled.

“she's adorable “ you said. Selina smiled as she put the milk in the two bowls. The alley was damp and cold. Her eyes caught a silhouette walking to them. She grab your hand and tell you you had to flee. You nodded and let the kittens in the safe place of the alley, holding Selina's hand you both took off running between giggles you arrived to Gotham plaza.

“That was fun!” you smiled happily, your breath laboured as you sat in a bench. “ The funnest thing since Bruce’s silly photocall.” you smiled at Selina, your (e/c) eyes bright and happy centered on her made her heart swell. She smiled too as her cheeks became slightly rosy.

“Want an ice cream?” she smiled.

“Yeah! sounds amazing!” you smiled. She smiled back and ran to an ice cream parlour.

You were looking at some pigeons when a young girl clutching a book passed by. A group of kids were laughing at her as her cheeks burned in shame, little tears in her eyes.

You, being the bleeding heart you were, stood up.

“hey! why don't you mess with someone your age?! oh that's right, you can’t mess with babies. “ You smirked at their surprised faces. “ Flee like the babies you are!” they took running as the blond girl stares at you amazed. You turned at her and she cowered, you smiled and put your hand on the smallest girl.

“ You're okay?”

“Y-yeah, thank you” She smiled, putting her long red hair behind her ear, shyly.

“Im (y/n). What’s your name?”

“P-Pamela.” She smiled at you.

“Well, Pamela if those kids try to mess with you again just show them who’s the better person, alright?” you smiled

“Okay.” She smiled, clutching her book closer, you looked at it curious. It was an old book, broken by the corners and yellowed pages. The covers looked old and dusty.

“ Oh, Darwin eh?” You smiled, pointing at the book.

“Y-Yeah. I love this b-book. It was given to me a long time ago.” She smiled, holding her copy of  Insectivorous Plants  closer.

“ My brother has his books in our library too!” You smiled.

“ You have a library?” she asked, amazed.

“Yeah!” You smiled. “Maybe I’ll show it to you one day!”

“T-that would be amazing!” She smiled, her cheeks slightly rosy.

Selina came back, after getting your ice creams. She looked out of breath, cluthing the slightly melting ice cream.

“ (n/n) we have to go- Who’s your friend?” Selina said, standing tall and close to you.

“Her name is Pamela, we met while you went to get ice cream!”

“hn.” Selina said looking at the red-head up and down. “ Nice to meet you. Now, (y/n) we have to go, please.”

“ Okay, Sel.” You smiled and put the flower Selina had put in your hair when she went to pick you up in her long red hair. “ Hope we can meet again soon, Pam.” you smile.

“ that would be great.” She smiled.

“Let’s goo, (n/n) “ Selina pouted.

“Okay! Let’s go.” You smiled as you waved Pamela goodbye, walking away with Selina.

Pamela touched the flower and smiled brightly.

She had a friend!

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Selina and you walked around some more eating your ice creams, She was still showing you around, which where the best rooftops to hang, where you could see the bay from.. It was all very awesome!

You two were chilling in said roof, you smile happily as you breathed fresh air. This had gave you your wing, the freedom you so much seeked.

All thanks to Selina.

You looked at her as she stared down the street, her button nose, tanned skin,pinkish lips and black hair.

She was really pretty, you thought blushing.

Suddenly a cry could be heard, a car had loosed control and was fastly driving towards a blond girl. People yelled to her to get out of the way, but she was like a deer in highlights. Staring at the truck, eyes wet and scared.

“Sel, we had to do something!!” you said.

Selina quickly jumped into action,looking for something that may be of use while you prepared yourself. She grabbed a rope and tied it tightly.

“Are you sure about this, (n/n)?” She asked worried.

“ Yes! there is no time!” you grabbed the rope,kissed Selina’s cheek , took a deep breath and jumped. Fastly approaching the girl as the truck came closer and closer.

She held his cheek as she blushed sadly the color of her skin paled as the truck drove faster and faster approaching quickly.

Selina looked scared as you and the girl disappeared as the truck drove by,leaving a cloud of screams of terror and shock on its tracks.

Selina stared in horror as the truck rode by, her heart wrenching painfully as her long nails buried in her palms.

be okay

        be okay

                     be okay

                                “god damn it (n/n) BE OKAY!”

Her scream sounded along the street as the dust the truck woke disappeared. There were you, hugging the smaller  blond to you chest as she sobbed. You looked up at the rood and smiled at Selina, waving.

Selina broke in a nervous laugh as she fell on her knees, she waved back as ligh tears of happiness fell from the corner of her eyes.

The people cheered, the tv had broadcasted your heroic act on air.

Selina quickly started climbing down to go with you, see if you were hurt in any way.

You sat hugging the small blond as she sobbed her eyes out. You brushed her blond hair as you shushed her to calm. She slowly calmed as she relaxed in your hold, you smiled at her as she looked at you sniffing softly, her pretty blue eyes dampt from tears. She smiled weakly as she whispered in a tight voice.

“Thank you” As you opened your mouth to answer the cries of her mother as she ran towards her made the attention of the child go to her mom.

“HARLEY! HARLEY OH MY GOD!” she ran as the presumably “Harley” get out of your hug to run to her mother soothing arms.

“mama!”she opened her arms as her mother clutched her in a bear hug.

“god, harley..thank you miss, thank you so much.” she thanked you as tears flowed from her eyes in relief.

“ it's what i had to do,ma’am.” you smiled. She thanked you once again as she walked away clutching her child, who gave one last look at you and smiled and waved, you waved back and she hid her face in her mother's neck, looking at you from her hair.

“(y/n)! “ Selina yelled as she hugged you hard. “ Never do this again! you almost gave me a heart attack!” She hid her face in you (long/short) hair. You rubbed her back as you hugged her.

“ I wont, i promise.” you smiled.

oh, if you knew smol (y/n)...if only you knew..

Selina keep clutching into you until it was time you went home again.

She accompanied you to the manor and until the door. There she gave you a kiss in the cheek and fleed. You smiled and opened the door, walking inside.

Everything was quiet and dark, you slowly walked upstairs when the light of the living room turned on.

Bruce was sitting in the couch, wearing his silk, black pajama, a big frown on his face as Alfred stayed by his side, a worried look on his eyes. In the tv, the images of your heroic act were on a loop. Bruce stopped the recording as his deep blue eyes stared into your (e/c) ones.

“ (y/n) Wayne. You're in big trouble”

Oh snap.

(Hope you all enjoyed! Please tell me your thoughts!)

[circe69]

neighbor!simon riley, who trudges back to his flat after a long mission away, with sleepy eyes, tense shoulders and bloody hands. his palm reaches for the doorknob and as he opens it, the door right across from him opens as well.

and there you are, a pretty little thing, had to be at least a foot shorter than he was, clad in some stretchy shorts and an oversized college t-shirt that was hanging off your shoulders. simon's eyes drifted down the length of you, trying to memorize the freckles, occasional stretch marks and fluffy cellulite down your thighs, your shiny legs reflecting the eery hallway light.

"hi," you whispered with a wave, as you bent down to retrieve a package left on your doormat. simon's breath hitched as you leaned over, showing your soft tits almost spilling out of the sports bra you wore underneath.

he cleared his throat, "evenin" and fumbled with the doorknob. when he finally made it inside, he struggled even locking the door behind him, what if she needs me? he thought to himself. even off the job, he was nothing if not a protector.

as he laid in bed that night, stroking his neglected cock to the thought of you all laid out underneath him, squirming and whining for more, more, more. your pretty cries and soft body bouncing as he thrusted into you was all it took for him to come hard. he couldn't hold back the groans tumbling out of his mouth as he finished.

fuck, he thought. he was doomed, truly, and he had to keep telling himself that no matter what, everything was temporary for him. there's no point in trying something with you when he was just going to end up leaving anyways.

but as the weeks went on, you were making it harder and harder for simon. every small interaction and passing glances in the elevator left him painfully hard underneath his cargo pants, and his delicate skin had been made raw from all the times he had to rub one out to the thought of you.

one early morning, as he left at the break of dawn for a conference meeting at a nearby base, he opened his front door only to be met with you, his lovely doe-eyed neighbor, holding out a container filled with cookies. he could tell you had just woken up, from the way your sweatpants lopsidedly hung off your hips, and the way your tank top was wrinkled. "I made these for you, to take to work. if you don't like them, that's okay. i just wanted to make sure you had something." your raspy voice called out to him as you handed him the container.

simon's heart dropped and broke in two as he took the container from you, oatmeal raisin? he thought, how did she know? a small smile broke free from his lips as you scanned the rest of him. there was no denying it, he was one of the most handsome men you'd ever seen, and especially today, the way the dark-washed jeans hugged his muscular thighs, and the black muscle tee leaving nothing to the imagination. you didn't know much about him, but you desperately wanted to change that.

simon took a step towards you and lifted his balaclava up just enough to bend down and kiss your cheek. you gasped at the action, tensing completely as he said, "thank you, sweetheart."

as he started to walk away, your brain finally caught to up reality. you shouted after him, "please be safe!" simon turned around at your words, "you too, dovey."

a few days had gone by since you'd seen simon, and as you were picking out pajamas for bed, you found an adorable lingerie set you'd forgotten you'd even had. it was a lace, blush pink babydoll nightgown, with a bow in the back. you slipped it over your head, and felt the prettiest you had in a while as you looked in the mirror. it hugged your hips just right, and sloped down in the front, showing your full tits, as well as the skin down your back.

as you made your way to the kitchen, you could hear simons loud footsteps coming down the apartment hallway. this was your chance, you thought. you were going to show yourself off to him, win him over. and as you looked in the peephole, not only did you see him, but you saw a package waiting for you as well. the perfect excuse!

you opened the door with a twinkle in your eye as simon turned around.

he swallowed hard, and did a double take as his eyes wandered over you. it was too much for him, the way he could see your perky nipples through the thin fabric. the thought of his teeth grazing them rushed into his mind, and it only got worse as you bent down to get your package. you tease him like this regularly, but this time, you turned around first.

simon growled under his breath as he got a view of your pretty ass cheeks just barely hanging out from your nightgown. he could faintly see a tight pink thong as well, a perfect match for your set.

you were really testing his patience, but to your surprise, he hadn't made any moves yet. so you told yourself you'd try one more time, before leaning up and swaying over to him. you placed a hand on his chest and signaled him to lean down to you like you were going to tell him a secret.

"I'm wearing this for you, y'know" you whispered, as you pushed your tits up against his chest.

that was all it took for simon to grab you by the hips and throw you over his shoulder, smacking your ass as he hauled you into his flat.

"teasy cunt, aren't you?" he said as he threw you onto his bed. you tried to crawl away, but he grabbed you by the ankles and pulled you back, "nuh uh, you've made it this far. you better sit tight and take the rest."

simon grabbed you by the hips and leaned down to kiss you, his teeth softly nipping at your bottom lip before breaking apart, "I don't even know your fucking name," he whispered as he kissed the length of your neck. you groaned at the feeling of him sucking a small hickey right under your ear.

"y/n. it's y/n." you breathed out as his lips latched on to one of your nipples, you swallowed hard at the pleasure, "fuck yes, feels -mmph- feels good." he smiled at your mindless babbling, and the vibration of his groaning sent shock waves of heat through your body.

"simon," you asked

"hmm?" he latched on to the other nipple, while your hand ran through his hair.

"why did you need to know my name now? couldn't -mmn- couldn't that have waited?" you whispered as he shifted up so that he was eye level with you, his lips hovering just over yours.

"hmm-mm, need'ta know who's name I should groan when I finish inside you."

[emmelfish]

Alright team, we’re in this mess together. 

So last time on The Only Way is Pleasantview, we found out that Darren had impregnated Brandi with her fifth and sixth bebs around the 20 second mark of entering her trailer (NOT A EUPHEMISM), and they hadn’t even spoken yet, let alone kissed or anything. Any number of things may have happened – they’re that attracted to one another, they both lost their respective spouses to pretty awful deaths as deaths go and that kind of raw grief makes you hella horny, they’re not getting any younger and don’t want to die alone, the LTW of 6 married children fills Brandi with determination, or any and all of the above.

And now they dance in their underwear, which, I’m not gonna lie, is toothachey sweet. I think I like these two.

Beau: Hello. I thought you hated painting.

Dustin: Can you not tell by my face that I do? I need a stupid creativity skill point to get a stupid promotion in my stupid career.

Huh, what on earth is that in their bedroom?

Why, it’s teenage townie royalty Sophie Miguel and Princess of Strangetown Erin Beaker in her gardening gear having a dance-off! I don’t even remember anyone inviting them in. Probably because I was too busy fixing pasties for Brandi’s nekkid bewbs.

Beau: Yippity hoooo, now THIS is what I call a party! Come on Dusty, you know you want to!

Dustin: I don’t want to want to, but I sure do! It goes against every fibre of my being, and yet that smustle is infectious!

Suse has that Worried Broke Eyebrows thing down to a tee, yet she somehow manages to make even that look menacing.

Susie: Hello, Mother. Where have you been? Finding me a new stepfather I hope?

Susie: TELL ME WOMAN! Don’t sugarcoat it! Is he pretty? Rich? It’s Armand DeBateau isn’t it, OH I CAN’T TAKE IT!

Brandi: Armand DeBateau? Yeah in a parallel universe seven years ago maybe, Watcher’s long over that ship.

Brandi: Presenting Queen Susie, as she gracefully glides through the ornate castle arches to greet her grateful subjects!

Darren: And what a beautiful sight she is to behold, some say her face has launched ships and triggered wars!

Susie: ... Yes. Yes.

Skip Jr. on the other hand couldn’t give a shit less about Operation Stepdaddy and proceeds to throw blocks all over the activity table.

Skip Jr: CHAOS! ANARCHY! YAAAAEEEERRRGGHHHH!

(Seriously Bran, are you sure you and Loki Beaker didn’t meet in a club one night and make the beast with two backs in a toilet cubicle? Because I’d wholly rename your twins Atom and Ceres if so. Oh who am I kidding. Loki in a club?)

Susie: YOU! What do you do for a living? How much money do you have? How many days until you become an elder? What are your prospects? Are your intentions with my mother honorable?

I learned something today, and it’s that if Dustin sits on the floor and does his homework in the doorway of the bathroom, Brandi has to hold in her vomit and it never actually comes out. 

(Note to self: use this trick on Circe Beaker, the most morning sickness prone sim I’ve ever encountered. Seriously, at one point I thought she’d glitched because every time she sat down she ran to the toilet again.)

Oh they look so happy. They have not yet spoken a single word to one another, but the couple that does autonomous romantic interactions together every three seconds, stays together. Just look at the Burbs!

Beau: You. What do you do for a living? How much mo –

Susie already covered all that, Beau. The answer to said questions was... inconclusive.

Oh hey! Whatcha doing, Suse?

Susie: Being Godzilla. I eatin all th’people.

Sure, that’s normal completely standard dollhouse behavior. Good. Do carry on. *Calls child psychologist*

Darren you’re about five hours late for the bedroom dance-off.

Darren: And I’m furious about it too!

Dustin rolled a want to purchase an mp3 player, and so took Beau out of what had become a somewhat unwholesome environment dominated by Darren walking around in his boxers. However, there were no mp3 players to be found on this particular lot. TRAVESTY

There was townie Komei Tellerman of Extreme Jawdom judging Veronaville’s Cornwall Capp though, so not a totally pointless experience.

Komei: I have a glandular problem. What’s your excuse?

Cornwall: Excuse for what? Existing? I’ve never been sure, really.

More importantly, why the hell is the cash register outdoors?

Beau: Achhh Dustin! This car smells of booze, dashed hopes and crime.

Dustin: Be grateful that I took you anywhere at all – hopefully by now he’s put some pants on. Speaking of which, did you not get the memo about switching into your summer getup?

Beau: ON IT LIKE GIN AND TONIC

Beau: You there! Random fellow kid! That shirt... where did you get it? I must have it, despite it being outside my limited wardrobe boundaries of white, beige and blue.

(Beau’s cassette tape T-shirt to represent his love of music & dance FOR THE WIN)

Benedick: Oh, I must be in a place where nobody knows who I am. Not my choice actually – I’m from Veronaville, and we’re going with the whole Baz Luhrmann aesthetic. Quite frankly I kind of envy the Capps with their sharp suits.

Beau: Wow, I’m sure what you’re talking about is super interesting but DO YOU LIKE TOMATO SOUP?

Benedick: I DO like tomato soup!

Beau: Frieeeeeeend!

Brandi: Lookin’ good Dusty! Hey the family that creates art together stays togeth –

Dustin: Chill out, I am so sick of telling people I just need a creativity point before work and am loathing every minute of this.

Brandi: Son, when you and I open our art gallery together, you do all the economics, ’kay?

Dustin: Mom, did you not hear – *sigh*. Can you at least get him to put some pants on?

Darren: Lovely leaffffffs 🍃

Beau: See, when the truth walks away, everybody stays ’cause the truth about the world is that crime does pay. Our bills at least. But that’s what’s wrong with the universe, right?

Beau: Oh hey Dustin I wasn’t talking about you I was talking about a totally different criminal have a lovely time at work make sure you eat healthy snacks like almonds and dates love you byeeeee

Dustin: Pfft.

Beau: HEY BENNY LOOK WHAT I CAN DO!

Benedick: That’s impressive! I mean I live in the same town as actual fairies, and my family’s mortal enemies are friends with like a clan of vampires or something, NBD... but aw yis!

Benedick: You do you, Beau!

The walk-bys are getting better all the time here. It’s Cassandra Goth’s parallel universe Riverblossom Hills opposite, Sandra Roth, in her speed-racing suit!

Sandra: ... I’ve never experienced summer. It’s new. It’s interesting. It’s different. My polyester is chafing me suddenly.

Oh my good grief autonomous child huggling. I can’t take it. It’s so pure. They’ve known each other for like three minutes. Beau, is it inappropriate to start shipping you off yet?

Beau: Never!

Whatever on Watcher’s green sim earth is going on here, I’m all for it.

Benedick’s face! Protect these boys. PROTECT THEM

Like from supernatural wolves that might savage them.

Hardimos: This house has many children and foliage, my pack will do well here.

Dustin: What the hell is going on here? Why are you still out on the sidewalk after three hours? Why is there a wolf here? Who’s the enthusiastic chick in the nylon suit? Where is our mother?

Beau: Never mind all that, did your creativity point get you a promotion?

Dustin: It did! Bestowed upon me now is the honor of lifting people’s belongings directly from their person.

Meanwhile inside, Skip Jr. is finally getting on the Find a New Stepdad train. And he didn’t even have to do anything, he didn’t ask for attention, Darren simply picked him up autonomously. Hey Daz, you have a hidden Family aspiration token?

Darren: Nope!

Family secondary?

Darren: Possibly? Seemingly you can never remember what you give us.

Enough of the sass mister, I remembered giving Nina Caliente a freaking grilled (Daiya or Violife) cheese secondary didn’t I?

Well you’re great with kids... let’s hope you don’t have a nervous breakdown at the prospect of dealing with baby twins just when you thought you’d be settling down to focus on your art with your firstborn off to college soon.

Darren: Well, I was all set to try to steal Cassandra away and she’s got baby fever so I’ve been preparing myself for my second fatherhood for years. Plus they’re easy aren’t they, they just fall right asleep.

Yes but firstly, Cassie wasn’t already saddled with four. Secondly, I’m not sure you’re remembering early parenthood correctly. Or maybe you are, Dirk’s pretty much the perfect sim all-round, he was probably a dreamy baby.

C’mon Brandi, right all those wrongs you did Beau and get your toddlers all trained up long before their childhood transition! Although frankly, the prospect of a kid with Susie’s personality up on her feet is terrifying.

Susie: It’s okay Mommy, I’d never murder YOU in your sleep. You’re my best friend.

I want still that paternity test because I’m pretty sure that’s what Loki Beaker said to Vidcund Curious before he metaphorically stabbed him in the back by stealing Circe Beaker. Never have those green smileys looked creepier.

Next time, we’ll head to the Dreamers’ pad for a little look at how Darren – thanks to time standing still when you’re not on a lot – essentially woke up with two kids on the way. Imagine that!

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𝐥𝐢𝐜𝐤 𝐦𝐲 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝𝐬 - 𝐬.𝐫. (𝟏𝟖+)

⚠︎︎ 𝐩𝐥𝐮𝐬!𝐬𝐢𝐳𝐞 𝐜𝐨𝐝𝐞𝐝 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫, 𝐬𝐦𝐮𝐭, 𝟏𝟖+, 𝐜𝐨𝐥𝐝 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐞𝐝, 𝐛𝐢𝐠 𝐝𝐢𝐜𝐤𝐞𝐝 𝐠𝐡𝐨𝐬𝐭.

⚠︎︎ 𝐬𝐢𝐦𝐨𝐧 𝐫𝐢𝐥𝐞𝐲, 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐝𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐫𝐬𝐭𝐲, 𝐭𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐠𝐞𝐫-𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐲, 𝐬𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐩 𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐫, 𝐡𝐚𝐬 𝐛𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐚𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐠𝐧𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐩𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐜𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐛𝐚𝐛𝐲𝐬𝐢𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐚𝐬 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐰𝐞𝐫 𝐚𝐟𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐚𝐧 𝐢𝐧𝐣𝐮𝐫𝐲 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐬𝐮𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐝 𝐥𝐞𝐟𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐡𝐞𝐥𝐩𝐥𝐞𝐬𝐬. 𝐬𝐨 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐢𝐟 𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐦𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐟𝐞𝐞𝐥 𝐛𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐚 𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐥𝐞 𝐜𝐨𝐜𝐤 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐚𝐩𝐲? 𝐬𝐢𝐭 𝐝𝐨𝐰𝐧 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐢𝐭 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐚 𝐠𝐨𝐨𝐝 𝐠𝐢𝐫𝐥!

⚠︎︎“𝐦’ 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐬𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐭𝐨 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐦 𝐢𝐭, 𝐛𝐢𝐭𝐜𝐡, 𝐫𝐢𝐝𝐞 𝐦𝐞.”

water rinses the conditioner out from your hair, and you wince as the gash across your stomach stretches with your motions. you hear the chair outside the shower curtain squeak, indicating the man sitting has abruptly stood up.

"m' fine, lieutenant" you breathed out, "m' fine".

a grunt escaped simon as he sat back down, "hurry up".

you huffed as the steam made it's way throughout the vacant bathhouse, every noise echoed back and forth, ceiling to floor. simon could smell your vanilla and blueberry scented skin from miles away, but now that he is right here, right where the source is wafting close to him, he's on the verge of losing it.

another sharp gasp comes from your mouth as you attempt to shave your right leg, and the shower curtain rips open. "the fuck, y/n?"

with one hand over your gash and the other over your breasts in attempt to hide yourself, your gasps turn into exasperated groaning. your hand moves to pull the shower curtain back from him, but he grabs both of your wrists in one of his palms, "don't fucking try it." you could see his dark eyes through his mask, scanning your body as water droplets fell and snaked down your skin. "lemme see," he said, you shook your head, "now."

"simon, leave, it's fine-"

his hand disappeared under his mask as he used his teeth to pull his glove off, then reached out to grab and pinch your hip as he inspected the gash.

you hissed as he thumbed the stretch marks surrounding the wound, and watched the old blood and water swirl together on your skin.

by now, the embarrassment and shame from him pinning your naked body in place has beckoned tears out of your eyes.

you could hear him sigh, “fuckin’ damn it,” simon said under his breath as he lifted you effortlessly out of the shower and onto the floor. water drenched him, and out of all the things he chose to be upset about, this was not one of them.

“c’mere” he walked you with a hand on your lower back and led you to sit.

on his lap.

he sat first on the chair, then forced one leg over his until you were completely perched naked upon him.

you suddenly could feel every roll, every pinch of skin, you were aware of it all and aware of the way the man was watching you. simon took a wet cloth and hovered over your wound, “you trust me?” he said, you nodded in response.

once the cloth touched your open skin, you hissed in pain, and you tried to silence yourself by going slack jawed.

“m’sorry, you can cry if y’need to.” his deep voice left you questioning absolutely everything.

another wave of pain passed as he resumed his ministrations, and you instinctively rolled your hips, causing a groan to escape simon’s mouth.

he swatted the opposite hip, “don’t fuckin’ do that, y’hear me?”

“m’sorry, sorry, it just hurts so bad”

he said nothing as he continued, then he looked into your eyes, “just one more, then i’ll b’done” you nodded again.

once he began the last swipe of your bloodied skin, you braced yourself by grabbing onto both of his shoulders and squeezing, and you groaned in pain as the burn took over.

simon grabbed your hip to ground you, “there, m’done.” he slowly looked up at you, then the realization hit him; that you, his precious birdie, was sat up on him, drenched and naked, in complete submission to him.

what was he doing?

what he’s been wanting to do for a long time.

“fuck,” he said in a grunt, and stared down at your lips as your tongue came out to swipe the bottom one. his hand on your hip squeezed, the other hand pulling his mask up halfway, “c’mere”

he pulled you in by your neck and left you dazed once his lips touched yours. it was hungry and desperate, like he was searching for something deep within you.

the hand on your hip lowered down further to squeeze your ass, kneading the fat while groaning into your open mouth, “you drive me crazy” he whispered.

“really?”

“yes really,” simon said while pulling out his cock.

he was huge, too big for comfort, but then again, you weren’t looking for comfort, were you?

as he lined you up, he peppered open-mouth kisses on the side of your jaw, ranging down your neck and licking up the water that the shower left on you. “mm, tickles,”

“shut the fuck up and take my cock,” he grunted out, as the head of his dick notched itself inside of you.

a small whine escaped your mouth as he fed himself into your cunt, “you’re so grumpy when you want something, simon.” you bit his ear lobe and giggled as he laid his head in between your jaw and shoulder.

once he was completely sat inside of you, every part of you and every part of him was intertwined. you didn’t know where you ended and where he began, all you knew was this feeling.

“m’ not sitting here for you to warm it, bitch, ride me.”

you moaned at his harsh words and the sting his hand left after swatting your ass, “yessir,”

“mmm, fuck yeah, say it again,” simon said as he thrusted up into you.

“mmph, yessi- ohhh fuck, right there.” you said as you could feel the tip of his kiss your cervix.

“too much, feels weird, simon,”

he grabbed both of your hips and shoved them downwards, shutting you up instantly, “yeah well, that’s how I know i’m hitting the right spot, baby,”

as his tempo increased, with you bouncing on top of his dick, he couldn’t hold on for much longer, “where, fuck, where do you want it?”

“mm, mmmph, inside, wan’ it inside”

he smirked and let out a sigh, “you heard the woman, give her what she wants,”

you felt him tense up, and as your walls clenched around him, you felt his hot release paint your insides, “fuckkk yes,” you came shortly after, squeezing his spent dick and causing him to spasm. once the two of you came down from the high,

“y’need another shower, i reckon”

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simon ghost riley and pr!mal play fuck yeah

cw: unprotected p in v, rough!sex, predator/prey, dubcon-non, primal play obvi (girl run slower c’mon now)

uhhhh, he’s right behind me isn’t he? ~(>_<~)

“i’ll give you three fuckin’ seconds to run.”

shit.

you stumble back on the wet forest floor, leaves crumbling beneath your feet. simon stood 3 steps away from you, and all he wanted was to fuck you into the ground.

but a good hunter likes to play with his food first.

“one,” he starts as your breath comes out in distorted pants. you’re so excited, so scared, the adrenaline mixed with the intense lust is running through your blood like fire.

“two,” he takes a step towards you. you’re terrified but you want to egg him on. you want to make him angry. wanna make him punish you. you slowly peel off your sweatshirt, revealing your skin-tight tank top.

simon’s anger (and his cock) was begging him to take you right there. he smirked and shook his head, he couldn’t believe what a fucking. brat. you. were.

“three.”

you jumped into a sprint, running as fast as you could and lunging through trees. even though you were running faster than you thought was humanly possible, simon’s footsteps were still right on your tail.

he was swift and silent, and it wasn't until you turned a sharp corner to avoid hitting a tree that you felt two large forearms wrap around your middle.

your scream could've been heard from miles away, causing birds to flee from their nests. ghost flung you against the nearest tree stump and held you with one hand clenched onto your stomach as your feet dangled nearly a foot above the ground.

"why do you have to make everything so fucking difficult," he grunted out as he stripped your pants off with one hand.

you were still struggling to breath, "simon, no-"

"too late for no's, bitch."

you squealed as he tossed you onto the ground, a small tear coming from the corner of your eyes as you went slack jawed watching simon remove his shirt. he started laughing at the sight, "heh, just like you. just like you to dish it and not fuckin' take it. do you see this, y/n?" he grabbed you by a fistful of hair and shoved it down so you were eye level with his painfully hard dick. "you see it? this," he slammed a knee between your thighs, shoving it against your clit as you let out a small sob, "is what you did to me."

no matter what sound was coming out of your mouth, your pussy couldn't lie; if simon were to drag a finger through your slit, it would come back dripping.

"'m sorry, simon, sorry, sorr-"

the sound of his pistol cocking interrupted your pleas. he crawled over you and petted the top of your head, smoothing the stray hairs. “aww, you’re sorry? how sweet,” you felt the head of his gun hit your hip.

“pull my fucking cock out of my pants and if you take your eyes off ‘a mine, you’re dead.”

you scramble, with fat tears streaming out your eyes and down your jaw, as you unzip his cargo pants and pull out his hard length. you never looked away, and scary enough, neither did he.

only when you wrapped your palm around the base of him did he drop is head into the crook of your neck and groan, “fuck,” he whispered, before leaving an open-mouthed kiss under your jaw.

“you going soft on me?” you said quietly.

“if i was going soft, this pussy,” he shoved two fingers inside of you with no warning, and all you could hear was an embarrassingly loud squelch, proving just how much you wanted this, wanted him. “would sound a lot different.”

“no matter how sweet you are,” simon removed his fingers and replaced it with the head of his dick, forcing a gasp out of you,” n’matter how sick you think i am, you like being prey, you like being caught and gutted from the inside out, isn’ that right baby?”

there was no denying it, and even if you did, your pussy would suggest otherwise.

simon riley was right.

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You guys think Ghost barks back at dogs ?

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muaha just curious!

How Intimidating Am I?

Send 🐹 for “You? Intimidating? Hell no.”

Send 🐰 for barely intimidating

Send 🐭 for slightly intimidating

Send 🐱 for moderately intimidating

Send 🦊 for fairly intimidating

Send 🐯 for very intimidating

Send 🐻 for “MOTHER OF GOD PLEASE DON’T EAT ME–”

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I just want to be a nymph in the forest. Plz. I want the butterflies to know my name! I want tigers to feel comfortable with me.

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my love,, you’re back!! :0 tumblr didn’t give me the notif but I hope everything is well!! missed ya tons 💗💗

Babies Idk if she’s still active anymore but this was my day one😩💝 love you and miss you claire bear

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i’m looking for self ship art comms!!!!! does anyone have any suggestions???? thanks babes

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MUAHAHA have at it babies 💕😈

Anonymously send me a kink you think I have, I can only answer true or false