#so soft teehee

[creepypastalemonbloglol]

Splendorman x Reader

We love an innocent bean turned into a slut, at least I do XD. I used, like, semi-fandom Splendorman for this with a couple twists.

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Splendor hummed happily while you waited patiently for a package. Splendorman silently read a book you got him about how to deal with OCD. He has a lot of odd habits due to his OCD, including one you find kinda annoying, he'll hum every time he flips a page, you don't know why but he just does. There was a knock on the door, and you smiled when Splendor got up to opened the door. He said hi, signed the paper, said hi again, took the box, said hi again then closed the door, locking it, he doubled checked and went over. It's pretty severe but he's learning to live with it. His brothers tend to tease him over it, not Slender though, he's informed on this sort of thing. Offender is especially mean, he'll deliberately unlock the door when Splendor isn't looking, and he'll have checked twenty times or so and start crying. Splendor opened the box, and you shook from your thoughts, smiling. He stared, pulling out a outfit. "Uh, what's this?" Splendor asked.

You smiled and he looked at you. You took the outfit and unfolded it to show a leather harness with some silk, knee high socks and a silk, men's thong. He stared at the leash that came with it curiously. He then saw a second, smaller box in the box.

"Ah ah, nope, you'll see that later, now go put that on." you said.

Splendor seemed stunned.

"This? But I'll be cold, what even is it?" he asked.

You kissed his cheek and smiled.

"...Okay.." he said, confused.

He went to put it on, confused. You opened the smaller box to show a pair of sex cuffs, a blind fold, a ball gag, and a vibrating dildo as well as lube. You giggled evilly, staring. You put them back in the box. Soon Splendor came back out, confused. You smiled excitedly as he stood there. You giggled and he blushed. "I'm starting to wonder if this sexual." he said.

You froze and laughed. He blushed harder. "I'll take that as a yes." he laughed.

You walked over and took the leash from him before clipping it onto the front of the harness. He stared and gasped when her jerked him onto his knees. He looked up, blushing.

"Hi.." he said.

You smiled. "Hi." you answered.

You quickly rushed him to his office, smiling. You got the box and smiled. You went to his office where he stood nervously.

"You ready?" you asked. He looked at you.

"Uh, yeah?" he said.

You smiled and had him get onto his knees again. You quickly cuffed him and blindfolded him. He shivered at your soft touched as you got the blindfold tight. "Is this the BDSM stuff we talked about this week, cause if so I kinda like it." he said, smiling.

You laughed and put the gag on him, making him yelp. "Yep." you purred.

He shivered when you got the leash and tugged him close. You smiled and rubbed his face, giggling. He blushed a little and squirmed. "'M 'ol'." he said around the gag. (I'm cold) You tightened the gag a bit and he mumbled around it. You can tell he's nervous cause he's talking a lot. You knelt down behind him and rubbed his lower back. "Do you trust me?" you asked him.

He got silent and nodded. "Okay, then relax." you said.

He leaned into you, and you smiled. Kissing his neck. "Good boy." you said.

You started to rub his groin, humming. He bucked his hips into your hand, groaning around the gag a bit. You laughed and he whined. You rubbed his bare chest, smiling. You got in front of him, sucking softly on his nipple. He gasped around the gag, jerking. You smiled and rubbed it. He relaxed, blushing heavily. You continued to grope his growing hard on. He whined and fought the cuffs a little but stopped when you jerked on the leash. "Are you a good boy?" you asked.

He nodded, blushing. You smiled and got the vibrating dildo. It has a suction cup on the bottom, so you secured it on the floor. You smiled and got some lubed on your fingers. "You ready?" you asked.

He seemed to try ask something, but you slipped a finger in, and he yelped, his back arching when you curled your finger. He shivered and whined, drool running down his chin because he couldn't swallow around the gag. You smiled and slipped another finger in. He squirmed and gasped when he accidently made you hit his prostate. Soon you felt he was ready, and you got lube on the toy, stroking it carefully. Then you led him to the toy.

"Carefully sit on the dildo." you said.

He yelped when he felt it insert a bit. He slipped down on it and moaned loudly when he did. You grabbed the remote and turned it on. He jerked forward, shaking.

"Ride it." you said.

He whined and did as he was told, moaning loudly. You turned it up a little making his whimper. You took the gag off and smiled at the sounds he was making. "Does that feel good?" you asked.

Splendor whined before answering. "M-More.." Splendor begged.

You smiled widely and turned it up making him gasp, he started to ride it faster. You took his cock out and stroked it. You put the gag on, and Splendor desperately rode the toy. You took your pants and underwear off, smiling because you know he'll be shocked by this. You went to find a condom you turned to see Splendor growling violently as he rode the toy. You smiled and put the condom on him. You then slowly took his length inside you, smiling. He gasped, throwing his head back. You started to ride him, smiling as your falling body made the toy dig deep inside him. You struggled with the cuffs a little but ignore it. The blindfold slipped a bit, and you stared happily. Splendor admired you for a bit before you jerked the blindfold back, tugging on the leash. He whimpered around the gag, speeding up. You chuckled, turning the toy all the way up. You felt your face slowly getting hot as Splendor speed up. Drool dripped from his chin onto your thigh and you laughed.

"Look at my vulgar little boy." you said.

Splendor rested his head on your chest. You put a hand on his head, moaning loudly. Splendor groaned, tensing up. You tensed around him at this sudden stop but didn't stop moving. Splendor whined and relaxed as you came to. You got off his length and took the gag and blindfold off. "T-Turn the vibrator off." Splendor begged.

You smiled and he whined, shaking. "Just a little longer." you said.

Splendor made a noise kind of like a sob but still moved a bit, whimpering and whining. You took the condom off him and threw it in the trash. You tugged a bit on the leash, making him move harshly on the toy. You started to slowly turn it down until you turned it off. Splendor got off the toy and laid down, panting. "Ag-Again?" he whined. "Maybe another day, you need to rest silly." you said.

Splendor whined and sighed, curling up. You started to take everything off and went to get a shower ready.

[m1stm3]

“you don’t believe that sex is the most intimate thing that two can do together?” you repeat sukuna’s previous words with a raised eyebrow, skepticism lacing every word you spoke.

“i had concubines before i was devoted to you. do you really think i see intercourse as something significant?” he doesn’t even spare you a glance, all four of his eyes focused on carefully peeling the fruits resting in the bowl in front of him (mangoes, to be specific. a special order he put in with uraume for you). your eyes narrow at his words.

“so you don’t see intercourse with me as something significant?” that earns you a roll of his eyes.

“i don’t recall those words leaving my lips, woman.” he glances at you with a bored look, already much too used to your antics and the nonsensical conclusions you often pulled from his words (“it’s called reading in between the lines, ryo.” you had insisted. he chose not to debate you on it).

he sighs when you go silent, seemingly waiting for an explanation from him that would fix the small pout gracing your lips. he would’ve let you sulk if you were anybody else, but you weren’t.

“i realize the significance humans place on it now that i am yours, but i partook in the act purely for pleasure before you. it was simply to fulfill my fleshly desires.” he doesn’t need to look at you to know that the frown on your face still hasn’t faltered. in fact, the displeased look on your face probably only deepened upon the mention of him being intimate with other women.

“human customs are foolish, that will never change.” his hand lifts to your lips, a cube of mango held delicately between his fingers. he continues speaking only after feeding you the fruit.

“but if my stubborn little wife sees it as something of importance, then it shall be so.” he says the last part with a sense of finality, as if it was a part of his life that he accepted a long, long time ago.

you contemplate his words for a moment, your posture easing against the lavish pillows of your shared bed. you stall on swallowing the piece of fruit on your tongue, considering a question in that ever curious mind of yours.

“what’s significant to you, ryo?”

he pauses for a brief moment but doesn’t answer, simply bringing another piece of fruit up to your lips (whether the action was out of care or to keep your mouth occupied was unclear).

his lack of an answer was as good of an answer as any, though.

this was significant to him. the way he cut and fed you soft fruit with hands that had slaughtered armies, handling you as if you were made of fine china. never yelling, never arguing.

the king of curses devoted himself to you because deep in his heart he acknowledged his subservience to you.

that is what’s significant to him.

[parkercore-69]

hello moomin fans, please see my lazy moomin doodles

[milkybishop]

"- but with whom can you sit in water?"

and who can hop in the bath with you to make a show of not caring about your tattoos, and how can you not find it hard to hide your disdain at the attempt.

because either this is a trap you have blindly walked into again . . . or he really does love you and could have loved you all this time. and despite all that-

you cannot turn from the path that you are on.

[alejandramelody]

NEVER KILL YOURSELF 🩷💫

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For context: I had to fight a lot to get these plushies (I'm Venezuelan, so, yep, it's hard), so a friend did a favor to me, I got the enough money for them + the delivery, had to wait a whole year for them to arrived...

AND THEY FINALLY DID!! I'M THE HAPPIEST GIRL ALIVE ISTG, MY BEBES ARE HERE WITH MEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!

[thehelltingvilleclub]

I LOOOOOVE YOUR JERRY DESIGN SO MUCH he is SO cute… hi jerrryrgehrhehee 🥹

"Ehe... w-well... thanks, Buck! That's real nice--"

He's such a little goober so sweet just don't wear a skirt in his general vicinity if you want to keep your dignity.

[kenchann]

soft tail pillows

[pillow-priestess]

Maddie goes to STUFF-A-PLUSH!

this is a story collaboratively written by my beloved @machetheferret and I, and she was very happy to get fluffed & stuffed into the big plushie body she deserves <3

5500 words of wish fulfillment, plushsuitification, stuffing with stuffing, and lovely soft comfort in a place you can be your truest self!

you can also download the PDF and read more of Mache's writing here! favorites and comments are very very much appreciated 🤍🤍🤍

[g00seg1rl]

Mine

Pairing: Azriel x Eris Vanserra | wc: 5.4k | ao3

Summary: The High Lord of Autumn, Eris Vanserra, and his treasured pet, Azriel, have a soft morning together before enjoying a very nut-ritious breakfast. Once Eris’s plate is cleared (Azriel was hand fed, of course), and Eris has diligently finished his paper work (and Azriel has diligently finished Eris) the pair heads off to Winter for a lunch and a friendly competition. (If you and your friends frequently switch partners and fuck them till can’t take it, of course.)

I’m so fucking excited to share a fic that @jules-writes-stories and I collaborated on for @azrisweek Day Five as Pet/Master and Tooth rotting fluff are very much my favorite tropes 🤭 Chapter One: To Have is below the divider or over on ao3!

The soft sweep of smart shadow and the sweet sounds of salacious sucking were the sensations that played in the background of Eris’s mind as he woke. Warmth covered his chest, a familiar heft splayed across him. The condensed notes of cedar and mist welcomed him back into the day. But it was the barely-there traces of heat tickling the tip of his finger that coerced the High Lord from his resting eyes.

Audacious rays filled his field of vision, momentarily blinding him from the view he’d been wishing for since he fell into sleep the night prior. He clenched his eyes to rid them of their sleepy veil and finally gazed upon his beloved. Mother’s crafted dreams could never compare to the sight of Azriel.

Bronze lids closed in concentration, wispy lashes fanning over sculpted cheekbones. Rosy lips pursed around the base of his finger, kissing the intricately carved gold band. Azriel’s brows were scrunching adorably in frustration as he ran out of thumb to suck. Thankfully for his pretty bat, Eris was achingly hard and desperate to be within Azriel’s hot mouth. He had never been jealous of his own thumb before.

They were sprawled out on their large bed, in the same position they typically rested in: Eris reclined on a pile of lavish pillows with his pet resting his head on Eris’s chest, large wings expanded on either side, cocooning over them, talons resting on layered emerald linen.

Eris pressed his finger down and delicately stroked Azriel’s tongue, knowing his roughened morning voice might startle him but wanting to begin their busy day. Kallias had reached out to put their pets to the test, and Eris had of course agreed, confident Azriel could make him proud. Nonetheless, some extra one on one time with his Star before sharing sounded like the best idea in the world to Eris.

His thick lashes fluttered open, and bright hazel eyes met his own. His bronze cheekbones turned pink, it was no secret that Azriel appreciated tasting and holding Eris; It was equally well known how much Eris appreciated fulfilling Azriel’s every desire. Azriel pulled back to kiss the tip of Eris’s thumb and then lifted his head, resting his chin above Eris’s pec with a small smile on his lax face.

“You look lovely in the morning, my dear,” he murmured gruffly. Eris dragged his wet finger across Azriel’s bottom lip, tracing the curve of his soft simper. His other hand slid up Azriel’s bicep and circled his bare shoulder.

Azriel’s smile deepened beneath his finger, and the slide of his lip underneath the pad of his thumb reminded Eris how much he loved his precious pet and his perfect mouth that was most definitely made just for him to use and fill.

“Thank you, my Lord.” Azriel’s cheeks dimpled as he beamed at Eris’s flattery.

“Need something, sweetheart?” the High Lord of Autumn offered knowingly.

“Yes please.” Azriel’s sultry voice and reddened, plush lips twitched Eris’s dick. His bat’s dark, diaphanous swarm of shadow flurried with lust.

He let out a thrumming, prompting hum.

“Yes please, sir,” Azriel rushed bashfully, gnawing on his lower lip to punctuate his plea.

“Go ahead,.” Eris allowed, brushing his thumb across Azriel’s cheek.

Azriel leaned down to kiss beneath Eris’s collarbone, but his eyes remained locked on Eris, trailing more small pecks as he shimmied his way down his High Lord’s torso. His leathery wings flared as Azriel licked down divots of his abs on his way to the path of ginger hair above the waistband of Eris’s red, satin sleep pants. He shivered as Azriel swiped his tongue down the copper path.

Azriel grinned as he took the edge of Eris’s sleep pants in between his teeth and pulled down to expose Eris’s stiff cock. His hands running up and down Eris’s hips, the looping feeling of deft, scarred hands caressing his sleep-soft skin was dizzying.

His Singer hummed happily as he took the tip into his mouth, lapping at the head before running his tongue down the length of his base vein as he worked Eris’s cock down his throat. He wrapped his lips tightly around Eris, flattening his tongue and letting Eris’s cock fill every part of his mouth as they both knew he’d been waiting to do since he woke up, however long ago that he did.

“Perfect, so made for me.”

The familiar, wet heat sent shivers of lightning (non-fatal) up his spine. Eris's head fell back onto the pillow with a groan, the jolt of satisfaction too much to keep staring at his pretty pet’s lips stretched around his dick if he was not to come before satisfying Azriel’s need to take care of him.

He unscrewed his eyes when he heard a muffled whimper, raising his head to meet the needy hazel eyes that were tearing up from Azriel’s eagerness. His lips had met the base of Eris’s cock.

“M’baby, fuck- I want to let you have fun but you look so beautiful sucking my cock.”

Eris moaned ragged and openly as Azriel swallowed around his length. The hot, flooding feeling of spit was nearly overwhelming.

“But you need me– fuck, to see you, don’t you sweetie? Need me to tell you you’re being s-such a good boy for me?” He was nearly panting at the end of the sentence, nearly humping Azriel’s chin as he ground his hips up to maximize each bob, keeping himself in Az as long as possible.

Azriel hummed appreciatively at Eris’s cahootage, his shadows swarming him happily. If his perfect one wanted to be leered at as he took a cock down his throat then there was nothing more in this world Eris wanted to do.

“Mm, you’re so good to me, my pretty star.” Azriel keened around his dick, a high pitched and thrumming thing. “What’d I do to deserve such a good whore?”

Az’s throat worked around him, swallowing and spasming valiantly, wetly. Hotly.

Azriel stopped his circular caresses, trailing his hands up to rest on Eris’s toned stomach, nails raking and marking his way. Displaying his hands just the way Eris liked. Eris reached his left hand down to weave his lithe fingers in between Azriel’s singularly marred ones.

“You look so pretty full of cock, baby, you always do.” Eris reached his bejeweled hand down to thread his fingers through Azriel’s soft, ebony locks and continued praising his eager pet. “Must’ve been made for it.”

Azriel noisily, sloppily slurped as shadows cooled the sweat shawling his shoulders. Decorum was for public, messy and lewd sounds were for his ears only; unless he permitted otherwise.

Eris smirked and groaned as Azriel moaned around his cock, the bed creaking rhythmically. Eris could recognize it as the telltale sign that Azriel was humping the bed, knowing better than to touch himself.

“So perfect for this, wish I could have your pretty mouth on me all day long, would you like that, baby, hm?” he rhetorically cooed.

“Mmnghhm.” Azriel hummed around Eris’s cock, bobbing the cock further down his throat as he attempted to nod along.

“Maybe I should keep you under my desk today, let my perfect pet serve me, would you like that dear?” Eris offered gently.

He didn’t mention it wouldn’t be the entire day, just until they were due for their afternoon date. Kallias was anal (not the fun connotation) on punctuality (and frankly, between us, getting topped by Kal didn’t seem too shabby, or maybe Viv and Az were dramatic sluts). Hey, even a top could want his fifteen minutes of submission. Not this time though, this time was about their pets.

Azriel pulled his lips back to murmur against the underside of Eris’s tip, reluctant to remove his mouth entirely. “Yes, please my lord,” he licked a stripe down to the base of Eris’s cock, mouthing at his balls and kissing the soft, fair skin of Eris’s inner thighs. Burying his nose in the crook of his pelvis, he deeply inhaled Eris’s scent. He felt the need to warn about the lack of substance to snort.

Eris smirked as he ran deft fingers through Azriel’s hair and led him back to his cock, his beloved tended to lose himself nuzzling in the crease of his thigh. Eris often indulged him, there had been many long and wonderful days where they’d stay entangled in silk and there would be many more, but today held other plans.

His star blushed as he took Eris’s weeping cock deep in his throat. Eris released a long and low groan as Azriel swallowed around his girth, bending and spreading his knees to leave more room to see Azriel working jaw and reddened lips.

Eris threaded the fingers of his spare hand within the fingers on Azriel’s right hand, and he pulled Azriel’s knuckles to his lips to leave a small kiss on his palm as he thrust up into Azriel’s mouth, holding his head in place as he fucked up into his eager throat.

“Oh, fuck baby, you feel so perfect.” Eris arched his hips and rolled forward into Azriel’s jaw. His balls hit Azriel’s chin with each thrust, mingling with the drool dribbling down from Azriel’s spit-slicked lips. “So perfect for me.”

Azriel moaned around his owner’s cock, whining each time he ground his cage into the mattress, desperate for release but trained well enough to know not to seek it out himself. Azriel’s pleasure belonged to Eris, they both knew it, they both loved it, and they both savored it.

Eris tightened his fingers in Azriel’s hair, keeping him in place and grinding his hips upwards, pushing his cock as far down Azriel’s throat as he could manage. He held him there, barely breathing around his dick, knowing if he let up before Azriel started gagging, his spoiled beloved would feel robbed of servicing him. And today was not the day to pique the brattiness of the Shadowsinger.

Azriel’s ragged huffs of breath from his nose tickled trim copper hair, and a low whine emanated from the deepest part of Azriel’s throat, reverberating around Eris’s aching cock. Azriel’s hand that was still resting on Eris’s stomach was digging into Eris’s flesh as he struggled between his need for breath and his desire to serve. His nails dug into Eris’s lower abs, the sharp sting contrasting deliciously with the mind warping pleasure that was being encompassed by Azriel’s mouth.

The velvety channel of Azriel’s throat was slick with excess drool, clenching snugly, perfectly, around his cock as Azriel gagged to keep himself in place. Azriel’s wanton, muffled moans blended perfectly with the sloppy noises coming from Azriel trying to swallow back some of the drool spilling out from the sides of his bruising lips. It wasn’t working, but it seemed like a valiant effort, and his breaking point.

“Ohh, Azriel- baby, fuckkk!” Eris husked. “Mmn, look at my pretty boy, you look like you want to come. Do you want to come, Azriel?” he cooed.

Tearful, hazel eyes turned beseeching, and strands of whiny moans pulled the strings of Eris’s restraint. Dick-swathed whimpers reverberated around his cock, and broken swallows fractured into clenching gags.

“Mmmngh,” Azriel eloquently pleaded.

“What was that?” Eris moved his hand from Azriel’s hair to grab and lift him by the nape of his studded collar. “You use words, my heart.”

“P-please, can I please- fuckk,” Azriel whined as he rolled his hips forward into their linen. His caramel curves looked salivating. “Can I please come, sir?” his pretty thing begged.

”No. You know the rules, sweetheart. You rut, you wait until I come.”

His beloved’s quivering pout was convincing, but Eris’s conviction held, and something must have reflected that in his gaze because Azriel’s eyes dropped back down to Eris’s weeping cock with a mixed, watery look of resignation and desire. He ground his hips and kept them planted against the bed with a strained whimper.

“Oh hush now, dear. We have a fun agenda of cockwarming and play time with Kallias and Viv,” Eris placated Azriel as he lowered him by his collar.

Azriel’s plush lips parted and his tongue darted out automatically as he neared the bead of come leaking from Eris’s cock.

“If we get to Winter, and I have to tell Kal that you were being bad this morning, don’t whine for me when he punishes you.” He let the thought hang in the air. There had only been a few times when they’d witnessed the High Lord of Winter delivering chastisement, but every display was creative and cruel, exemplary so. And today everyone would be doing their most.

“Well, we won’t have to worry about what he’d do to you, I’m nearly done, you feel perfect my Star,” Eris continued, removing his fingers from underneath Azriel’s collar and trailing down to his shoulder blade, tickling up the jutting talon and groaning as Azriel wailed around his cock. “You are perfect.”

Azriel worked his slick lips down Eris’s length, tongue rolling as it descended down the pulsing vein on the underside of Eris’s heavy cock. Azriel swallowed frantically once he kissed the patch of hairs surrounding Eris’s base. Spit he couldn’t swallow back, his throat slightly too occupied with dick, spilled past Eris’s balls, and the hot trails of spit were driving him past all edges so quickly.

“Hnng, fuck Azriel, swallow again. Yes, yes- Cauldron- just like that, baby,” Eris groaned.

Azriel did as told, contracting his throat just as Eris warmed his hand and ran it up the length of Azriel’s talon, the startled gag squeezed the tip of his cock and he came without warning.

“AH-AZRIEL!” Eris rasped out, his hips arching his cock deep down Azriel’s throat and keeping it there as he softened.

Eris lowered his hips, threaded his fingers through Azriel’s raven hair, and held his head back to watch him unravel. His jaw fell slack, moans poured out endlessly as Az rolled his hips into the bed. Eris used his other hand to brush Azriel’s talon with magical warmth and smirked as the retired Spymaster’s body tensed and shook as he came, shouting Eris’s name.

“Good, so fucking good for me Azriel, so perfect,” Eris praised as he set Azriel’s head back down on his thigh as Az went limp and hummed contentedly.

“Thank you, m’love,” Azriel murmured.

Eris carded fingers through Azriel’s hair, adoring how Az looked so serene and untethered from any stresses. Thinking back to the ever-wound-up Shadowsinger from centuries ago pulled a snicker from the High Lord. The difference was as laughable as it was unbelievable; it was among Eris’s greatest achievements that had formed such a connection: they domesticated each other, Eris never felt the need to dote on someone as closely as he did with Azriel and Azriel had never allowed anyone care for him so wholly.

“Thank you Eris,” Az mumbled breathily against the sensitive skin of Eris’s lower stomach.

The Thanked smiled and tapped Azriel’s shoulder, summoning him upwards.

“Of course, my Star.” He wrapped Az into a hug as the bat settled on top of him. Eris made sure to avert his gaze from the left side of the suite, avoiding the large clock above the fireplace mantle that reminded him he had paperwork to finish before they could go meet their lunch. The thought of what was to come sent a chill down Eris’s spine.

“We really must get up,” Eris gruffed, just as displeased by the news as the whining Illyrian on his chest.

“Hmmugh, m’kay,” Az conceded, begrudgingly rising up on to his forearms and displaying what had to be the cutest scowl to ever be scowled.

Eris grinned and leaned forward to kiss his bronzed cheekbone. He sat up and pulled Azriel up onto his lap to kiss him slowly, decadently, tasting every part of his beloved mouth. He lowered his hands underneath Azriel’s supple thighs, lifting them to wrap around his waist as he rose to his knees and stood them up from the bed and towards the bathing room.

Azriel wrapped his arms around Eris’s shoulders, nuzzling his face into the fair, freckled skin of Eris’s neck as he held on for the ride.

Eris fought the impulse to tease at the large wings that made him turn sideways to enter the bathroom—an overstimulated Azriel this early in the morning was asking for trouble he’d prefer later.

The frosted garnet floors dimly twinkled emerald as it cooled underfoot. He checked them out in the spanning mirror; squeezing the supple muscles under palm and smirking as Azriel arched his back.

“Look, baby, look how beautiful you are,” Eris told him softly, tossing him gently at Azriel’s hesitation.

Az leaned back and presented his peachy, cheeky face, a grin spreading on his face as Eris moved to kiss at his jaw.

“You see, hm, see what I see?”

His blushing beloved groaned and leaned his columnal neck back, his Adam’s apple begging for Eris’s teeth to graze. And if any part of Az was wanting, he would give.

He nipped at the skin, eliciting a shimmy. Az knew what it would take for Eris to continue their waddle to the bath and start the rainfall.

He lolled his head to the side divafully and grinned at them in their reflection.

“We are sexy, indeed, my Lord,” Azriel copped out.

He clucked his tongue in warning, sparring a matching grin to Azriel’s.

“I am beautiful,” he whispered, pressing his smiling lips together. His dimples and pinkness felt like trophies to Eris.

“Of course you are,” Eris smirked.

“And sweaty.”

He snorted, (air) “Right you are, my Lord,” kissing Azriel’s shoulder and setting on their short commute.

~~~

Azriel knelt in the shower as Eris shampooed and conditioned his hair; then, he warmed and dried his love’s hair. They’d played around with styling Azriel’s locks: they’d tried intricate braids that took hours even with his nimble fingers, and he nearly puked imagining how long it took the stubbier hands of Summer fae to complete. Sometimes they added Day’s infamous jewel cuffs and blown glass beads. Azriel’s hair was a hobby of Eris’s. For today, as it would definitely be getting wrecked, he opted for simply blowing out his curls.

Eris spread a thin sheen of oil on his wings, as he did daily. Decades and decades and Az squirming never failed to stir his dick.

He didn’t dress Azriel yet, but he opted to tuck a deep scarlet robe away for their departure, and slid gold, ruby encrusted bangles on his wing’s prominent talons, following down the curves and placing thinner golden cuffs until he reached the trim of the robe’s wing-sleeves.

Eris dressed himself with the aid of shadows as Azriel genuflected bare on the plush carpet of the wardrobe, chatting about the marigolds Elain somehow managed to blossom amidst this especially brutal winter. Azriel, to Eris’s delight, had been far more talkative recently; unless he was busy filling his pet’s throat, listening to the Shadowsinger speak his mind felt like an accomplishment. They’d come a long way.

He similarly styled himself to Azriel, donning a wine-red shirt beneath a charcoal blazer and matching slacks. All his jewelry featured stones of the same sort decorating Az’s wings and glinted along with his every turn—and his observant bat was practically twirling to keep his master in eyesight as he looped the room gathering all his many items of clothing.

He didn’t rush, needing a moment or several to recover from that heavenly head. He had whittled down his workload the previous night so there wouldn’t be much that would require his attention, as his attention was being stocked for Azriel’s dizzying mouth.

“I think Lucien helped,” Az hypothesized.

“I fear my brother seems to have a vendetta against anything green.”

Az chuckled, “I meant with his magic, my Lord.”

“Ah, yes, that would track.” Eris nodded a bit exaggeratedly, ruffling Azriel’s hair on his way to collect cufflinks, the passive little purr painted a grin on his clean-shaven face. “Ever the spy aren’t you, dearest?”

He turned from his grinning reflection in the dressing mirror to look down on his blushing bat

“You keep me witty, Sir.”

Eris tsked, and Azriel’s back ramrodded. “You take credit for your head in all regards.”

Said Head drooped slightly, cheeks pinkening and eyes brightening, “Yes, Sir.”

“Good boy,” Eris praised as he carded through Azriel’s curls, getting to the last touches: a ruby-faced watch, a few spritzes of cologne, one last wink at himself in the mirror and selecting the nipple jewelry du jour. Simply to limit the chances of the chain getting caught on anything during the night, Azriel slept bare of everything beyond the very snug Illyrian metal contraption caging his cock.

Eris selected a matching leash and collar and began…

Well, strolled may not be the right word, Eris was reminded as he looked down to the Illyrian proudly crawling bare on the floor. They could have winnowed, but Eris preferred taking the short path, all his floors being carpeted and all of his attendants were mindful of their needs, and so he felt traveling quickly would be a waste. It’d be a loss of opportunity to display Azriel’s beauty to the select few of the Forest House the High Lord could trust.

He lazily ran his thumb over the thin gold chain lead that connected to the loop on the nape of Azriel’s collar. The walls were decorated with landscapes of different Autumnal cities and villages, a few of Velaris sprinkled in; they were not still, the rustling winds of his forests and the bustling epicenters of Starlight cities were in constant motion, mimicking verbatim the happenings at that moment, shadows surveillance and his Spell-Cleaving ancestry combined to create great decor apparently.

The spanning oak doors separated upon their nearing the end of the corridor, revealing the sprawling apartment-sized office. Paisley patterned plush rugs with golden tassels decorated the walnut flooring. Deep emerald velvet couches and scarlet armchairs smattered the large study. Bookshelves spanning from floor to high ceilings decorated by color coordinated tomes, their contents having filled Eris’s mind and kept Azriel occupied and up to his standard of conversational par.

Azriel’s pitter-pattering muffled as they make their way to Eris’s desk, the carpet even fluffier past the arching doorway. He saved himself a short pile of proposals to pick and choose which he’d deign to offer his approval— lucky for whoever was asking that Eris will be in an especially good and hazy headspace.

Eris looked down to Azriel. His back was perfectly angled for his ass to be at its pertinest and his chin held high. Az’s smile brightened and Eris’s cock stirred as they reached the dinner table Eris called a desk.

In actuality it was an oak-shellacked slab atop rectangular chunks of stump on either end, leaving room for a grown Illyrian to lay down and lift their arms above their head, point their toes, and still, they wouldn’t be able to touch either side. It was massive and allowed Azriel to nap at Eris’s feet, frequently. He swore Azriel was a reincarnated house cat.

“You’re adorable, so cute when you’re excited to take my cock,” Eris cooed as Azriel planted himself on the cushion. He patted that bubble butt as Azriel practically asked him to when getting comfy.

As his Shadowsinger righted himself, sitting on his heels, hands on his thighs, mind-melting words waiting on his mind-melting tongue, “I’m always excited to please you, sir.”

“Yes, yes you are, my perfect Star.” Az’s forehead was a bit far but Eris laced in the intention to leave a soft kiss within his silky tone.

They shared a smile, a sweet and common thing. Eris had never even allowed himself to wish for such a perfect future at any point in his past, he knew they both found solace in each other but even after all the spoiling and intimacy offered, Eris wasn’t certain he’d be able to express how much Azriel meant to him.

Eris grinned as Azriel let his tongue rest on his lower lip, head tilting back and presenting his mouth for the filling.

“Ah, something legitimately edible first,” Eris instructed, announcing the punctual arrival of Julia, one of their most trusted attendants; she was also the first member of the Forest House that Azriel befriended.

“Good timing,” Azriel muttered, the pout gracing his sculpted-from-gold face was as entertaining as it was endearing.

The Summer-born and Autumn raised female snickered as she strolled the cart towards the desk, accustomed to his pets brattier antics, “And I brought your favorites, I heard today was b-“

Fuck. He didn’t tell her it was a surprise.

He cleared his clear voice, cutting her off and arching her brow. Azriel’s view obstructed, Eris shook his head, eyes wide in warning and he attempted telepathy, somehow Julia did read his mind and rushed to ramble, “That today was boring! That today would be a bore, just thought I’d get your favorite breakfast, Az!”

Azriel ooohd from near his feet, laxing their faces and widening their smiles.

“Oh how kind of you, just set it down,” Eris spoke, keeping the grin out of his voice. It had been dozens of decades but the female never disappointed and that was why she was unofficially Azriel’s substitute caretaker for when Eris was preoccupied politically.

The petite, muscular fae placed the tray where Eris’s hand patted, having cleared one pile, with a smile, “Almond danishes and maple bacon for Azriel,” she announced and placed Eris’s tray next to his pet’s, “and the whole shebang for the High Lord.”

“You should name dishes, the whole shebang just rolls off the tongue… like cottage cheese,” Eris chuckled. (Yes it was at his own joke, he is hilarious.)

“I can take away half your bang if you’d like,” she quipped, smoothing her hands down her apron.

“I’ll keep him covered,” Azriel assured, muffled by pastry.

“Say thank you and don’t speak with food in your mouth, pet.” Eris instructed, passing another small chunk of pastry down his lap.

“M’you’re gonna have to choose,” Az mumbled.

“I’d prefer less crumbs to clean, and him happily eating is reward enough,” Julia, the Saint she was, mediated.

Eris placed a punishing tip of his loafer against Azriel’s cage, just a little nudge was a large reminder. Az let out a soft mewl, and rubbed his cheek (facial) against Eris’s knee; Eris fluffed his hair, mindlessly playing with curls and selecting hashbrowns for himself, nearly about to dismiss Julia, doubtless she had things to tend to as Azriel had many facets that needed supervising (jewelers, tailors, tutors (Azriel recently decided he’d learn the piano), and upkeep organization fell into her capable hands.)

Az piped up between mouthfuls, “Thank you, Lia.”

“That’s my good boy,” Eris praised, turning back to the beaming female, “Indeed, thank you, Lady Julia, that’s all for now.” He dismissed her, taking a piece of pear, imported from Dawn, of course.

The click-clacking and rickety rolling of the servant’s kitten heels and meal cart signified Julia’s exit, leaving the scarfing couple.

After countless strips of bacon and a croissant, he deemed Azriel well fed and ready to use his mouth for greater things.

Holding his cock.

Eris popped the last member of the shebang— piece of his breakfast sausage, then revealed his own sausage to the ever-unsatiated fae between his spread thighs. Azriel groaned, his breaths louder, bracing hands clinging to Eris’s thighs.

“Here you go, puppy, so patient for me,” Eris purred, shifting forward and arching his back slightly, giving Azriel the easiest possible access to his dick. It wasn’t much but to sort through before they have their lunch appointment.

Azriel’s hazel eyes gleamed giddy as he licked and parted his lips for Eris’s semi.

“Fuckin’ Hel, pretty boy,” Eris groaned as the eagle landed.

He really did try to focus on whatever the fuck Jebediah needed and how much barley he could be getting for just one of his fingers— seriously these propositions should be used as cautionary proof of idiocy. Anywho, he really was trying.

But Azriel’s mouth was the ultimate distraction; the occasional gag or flood of hot spit and the steady suction, those humming groans, just everything about it was perfect and Eris considered it an honor to be using him so thoroughly.

Eris forced his attention back to the report in front of him. Apparently there was a surplus of corn in the Northeast villages, perhaps he should send it to the Illyrians, he doubted Rhysand kept them fed as well as he should. That schmuck treated his armies like they were expendable. While another Court’s military should not be something Eris wanted to improve, knowing someone with similar (smaller) wings to Az could starve during the winter was unacceptable. The thought momentarily sent his mind into anger, distracting him from the soft tongue tracing every vein on his dick.

Oh fuck no, Rhysand and his incompetence would not be robbing him of bliss. Again. For the millionth goddamn time—

“Sir?” Azriel murmured against Eris’s weeping, ragingly hard tip.

Eris leaned back to take in the Sight that was Azriel kneeling, brows knitted, eyes sheening. Perfect.

“Yes, Azriel?”

“Oh, nothing I guess, you seemed off for a second.”

“Off? Need a thesaurus, my love?”

“Would you like me to go read a book right now?”

“Ah, very much no,” Eris smirked at Azriel’s wink. What a coy, pretty thing. ”I want your lips reaching... here,” Eris gripped the base of his dick and pushed his dickhead and pulled Azriel’s head forward. Azriel hummed as he tickled trim ginger hairs.

“Fuuuuck,” Eris hissed as he ground his hips against Azriel’s face. Azriel went so willingly, and Eris wasn’t sure who was more wanton in the moment.

“Oh Azriel, so good, so mine,” Eris cooed, and he nearly came as Azriel’s eyes glazed over, fluttering shut and grappling his thighs, his nails carving into him and grounding Eris in overwhelming reality.

He came, hard, filling Azriel’s mouth till he was dripping out the corners of Azriel’s lips with zero plans to pull out of the heaven this angel caged with teeth.

“Oh that’s perfect, swallow for me, my pretty thing,” Eris groaned, staying deep inside Azriel’s face hole to relish the flush of spit.

Despite the tingles and overt sensitivity, Eris rested.

Leaving his cock on the back of Azriel’s tongue, it took a few seconds and decades of practice, but Az relaxed his spasming throat and pursed his slick lips around Eris’ shaft and stayed in place.

“Good puppy, so fucking good,” Eris bit out, attempting to slacken as quickly as Az had, slumping back in his chair. Azriel’s hands loosened, and— fucking Hel- he looked stunning smiling around dick.

Azriel opened his eyes, pupils so dilated Eris would’ve been concerned he was jizzing something pharmaceutical, if not for the intimate experience of how Azriel looked fucked out.

It never got old, nothing about Azriel ever did, it was one of the many reasons Eris found him so precious; Even after thousands of face-fucking, deep-throating, and cum guzzlings, Eris came hard enough to rob his vision and mind.

He looked at the few proposals he had left and decided he’d take those slow: recovering and held, Eris finished up the lasts of the stack (they all got approved, he could not read nor process words) and took some settling breaths. His cock was confused between deflating and bricking up and he needed it to make up its mind.

Harden, he was in Azriel’s mouth, of-fucking-course he was getting rock-solid just minutes after finishing, his brain felt like it was going to drop out his ears, that shit was goo.

Azriel flicked his tongue; it seemed refluxual and it felt euphoric, and it dragged a moan straight (homosexually) from his lips.

“Oh damned in Hel, so perfect for me, Star, so perfect,” he breathed, his head lolling back.

Some more settling breaths, some more solidity to his dick.

Shit. They should get going. Az was awful for his punctuality, and they were expected in thirty minutes.

He took one last deep inhale and released it slowly, savoring the serenity of the moment for the chaos that was doubtless to follow. It would be fun, but it would be taxing. He cleared his schedule for the next day, a second part of the surprise just for them to spend in bed, between mounds of hounds.

Once mentally prepared, Eris tugged on the lead of Azriel’s collar, pulling at his exaggeratedly sensitive nipples and his pet’s sole attention.

It was time.

AHHH THANK YOU FOR READING 🧎‍♀️💗 thank you so much @the-darkestminds for beta reading, keeping me sane, brainstorming, headpats and ass slaps and all of your support, ily mamas 😘

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biblically accurate progression of reading kr ch9

“i’m going to need some help standing up.”

“i miss you. i miss our conversations.”

“you keep overturning all my plans.”

“yes, uncle.”

[acearohippo]

I love fandoms, especially witnessing what fans take away from source material and how fans interpret it based on their experiences. Not to mention the stark difference of interaction between new fans, casual fans, experienced fans, and long-term fans.

I say this because the SVSSS fandom has continuously fascinated me in insisting in discussions that there are parallels between Shen Jiu and Luo Binghe (tell don't show), but in their fanworks, I just see parallels between Luo Binghe and Yue Qingyuan (show don't tell).

And it's not even (fully) a case where they're blending character personalities because they want what the other dynamic has, it's just how the characters are based on canon in two different timelines.

All of this to say, perhaps original draft PIDW (NOT original!PIDW nor pre!SY PIDW which are completely different) was supposed to revolve around the dynamic between SJ and YQY vs SJ and LBH. Perhaps YQY was to be the last hour mastermind, the true foil to LBH.

And fandom is just circling this idea without realising it because, once again, the unreliable narrator that is SY has already convinced this fandom that any version of SJ has to be a/the villain, regardless if it's through his own actions or baseless rumours.

Warning, run-on sentence ahead.

I don't know, mans, but it's gotta mean something that LBH and YQY have such similar life beats of being orphaned and having a tough life but remaining kind/compassionate because they had someone to live for until they didn't which left them empty until they found (or refound in YQY's case) one (1) man to obsess over in an uncomfortably intrusive way with no regards for his feelings and rejections, eventually reaching a position as the most powerful being in existence with a huge caveat that their sword is 83% of that power and is slowly killing them which did nothing to soften said man of their obsession's into showing them kindness leading to the ultimate confrontation between the two in which only one could survive and keep their obsession, not that it mattered because neither of them got to experience his feelings reciprocated, except in another timeline where the same things are happening until their obsession suddenly stops rejecting their (still intrusive) advances even if he is acting a bit silly, but hey take advantage while you can and take advantage they did because now they have that reciprocated feeling (except one still "won" as he gets to keep him for himself) and be thankful that all it took was, in their perspective, a near death fever that drastically changed his personality and most likely left him crippled in some other way, preventing their obsession from not NOT needing them anymore, all-in-all fulfilling their desire to be relied upon again, hooray! 😋😁✌🏽

In all seriousness, at the end of the day people are going to draw connections between characters that fit whatever narrative they understood from the story. SVSSS fandom just seems to be trying to convince others of one narrative while believing on a deeper level of another narrative. It's amusing and makes following the fandom fun.

[asbestos-11]

matchy matchy

[caycanteven]

Here's an adorable commission for @zigh-jace! Love seeing something that makes Bal smile! ❤️🫶

[ioniansunsets]

✖ Hwei Painting Reader ✖

✖ Hwei Painting Reader ✖

✖ Word Count: 1.5k

✖ Tags: Established R/S

✖ A/N: I've seen all the voicelines and read his content we ARE HWEI LUKAI SIMPS NOW LETS GO BABES!!!!!!!! I still can't believe this took 3 days to write because I kept re-reading and re-writing things to try to make it less OOC.

I also super kin him as a college student in an arts school. Yes my love, lets stay up to 11am rushing an uninspired assignment together surviving off coffee and instant noodles. Oh no am I triggering a school au thought for Hwei.....maybe......

Oh more art student thoughts, I headcanon his paintings to be like Henri Matisse! He is a Fauvist! I know for a fact !This man will use every single color that exists to paint his world just as he imagines it, who cares what his teachers say! That green stripe on his lover's forehead is meant to be there! Fuck the critics!

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You had been sitting here for an hour by now, Hwei telling you how badly he wanted to- No. Needed to capture your beauty in the orange hues of the setting sun.

How inspired he was seeing you walk past the window in his studio as you two returned from a walk. The way the light glows as it hit your hair, how your body silhouetted against the glass, the way the shadows cast on the floor just was so perfect in framing sanctity of the moment.

Slowly Hwei walks over, hands soft as they feel your face. Gently, the tips of his fingers trail down from your eyes to your cheeks and finally stopping at your lips. His three favorite parts of your face, all so important in showing him your emotions.  An almost lamentable smile crossing his face as he looks down and walks back to the canvas situated slightly further away. You could usually understand him but, sometimes you wish you could understand what darkness held him back.

" I'm always blessed to have such a masterpiece like you love me. How such beauty flourishes besides my despair."

Hwei pauses, thinking of the right words. His hand rising to rest on his chin as he looks around, everywhere but you.

" It eludes me. Yet, it fills me with such honor at the same time."

Hwei speaks to you soft, voice trailing off as he thinks, slowly nodding. The lightest of pink undertones suddenly rising to his cheeks as he thinks again about what he just said.

Oh how he so dearly appreciates your bright existence in his life. Eyes not daring to meet your own for his heart is already threatening to explode just from that brief touch earlier. Emotions were always such an important part of art, he cherishes how you inspire him this way, just seeing your beauty in the world fills him with image after image to paint and bring to life.

You however, notice anyway, his feelings that he tries to hide away from you. The way the colors in his eyes change, another telltale sign of the way you affect him. Your own cheeks now dusted with the same soft pink on his.

You smile, sitting still on the window sill, a soft glow from the setting sun illuminating you from behind as you watch your lover paint. A sight that never stops amazing you, the way his magic throws colors onto the canvas, mixing together to create such visually stunning images, you were so sure those purples and greens don't exist in shadows yet somehow you know he would make it look like the rainbows were there all along.

" You know I only shine this bright because you care for me so, Hwei."

" Ah... Don't flatter me this way, your beauty is your own. I can never make something that really captures your brilliance on a canvas like this. But alas, I believe I have the skills to at least capture my emotions for you down in this one."

You watch on, another hour had passed. The sun had long set, instead, the moonlight and soft glow of the lamp overhead lights up your partner's features as the corners of his lips curl up into a smile. Unable to hold back his excitement as the empty canvas slowly fills up with color and form. His hands gracefully gliding across the scene, you watch how his clothes move around him, how the shadows move on his exposed collar as his arm raises to work. His hair bouncing behind him as he paces around, making sure he views you from every angle, catching all the important details to this moment. His eyes darting back and forth from your form to his canvas. After a while, the finishing touches finally placed, he steps back and gives a relieved sigh. He was usually so hard on himself to create perfection, but when it comes to a portraiture of you, he can't help but agree he made a masterpiece. You were stunning, so anything made in your image was stunning to him too.

" Take a look."

Hwei walks to your side, hand out for support as you held onto it and hopped off the windowsill. He guides you to the canvas, hand gently resting on the dip of your lower back. Eventually he moves to stand behind you, resting his head on your shoulder, arms now around you in a hug from behind. You can feel his anxiety, the silence in the air heavy as you carefully consider his work, a slight tremble in his grip around your waist. Of course, you only have good things to say about it, he's an art prodigy if you've ever seen one. Avant Garde work but undeniably breathtaking. As you finally look at the completed work in front of you, you were pleasantly surprised to see how once again, he left your breathless with just how he sees you.

" I can't lie Hwei, this is amazing. Everything you make is amazing to me I could never wield colors the way you do. To think that this was how you saw me."

As you speak you can feel him heat up against your back, his head slowly tilting down as he hides his face into the crook of your neck. His art of you was just one of the small ways he tries to show you his love.

" Thank you."

He whispers softly into your skin. You giggle softly, reaching up to rest your hand against his. After placing a soft kiss on the corner where your clothes meet your skin, he pulls away to stand in front of you, eyes finally meeting yours as you catch sight of gold flecks floating across his irises. He was so visibly happy to just be here, to see you happy with his work. Hwei takes a deep breath. Calming himself as he looks at you, taking in the sight of you in front of him, you can tell how his thoughts were flooding him as the two of you stood there in comfortable silence before he finally speaks.

" My dear, you bring out the light in me no matter how much it dims.

How you seem to quell that darkness is beyond me. I see so many colors when I'm with you...

The reds of your passionate love, the soft yellow of your happiness when were together, the lingering orange of comfort that you have around me all the time. And that is not even touching the blues and purples when you watch me work with amazement."

Hwei reaches out to you, one hand caressing your cheek while the other reaches around your waist to pull you in. You laugh, watching how his eyes swirl, reds fading into yellows briefly before oranges transform before your eyes into cool blues and purples as he describes you, his usually melancholic smile warping into a warm bright one.

Your heart begins to race, something about how the shadows on his face visibly lighten with his smile, paired with the excitement bubbling out of him as he exposes his precious thoughts to you. How you wish you had a way to capture this moment just as he did by painting you.

He leans forward slowly, resting his forehead against yours as his gaze casts downwards, watching your lips, taking in the curve, the way it moves as they part to breathe. He was just so taken in by you.

" May I kiss you?"

He asks, barely a whisper, somehow still seemingly uncertain in this partnership that you two have had for so long. His gaze slowly moving back up to your eyes as he awaits your answer.

" I am forever baffled by how you always ask first. You know I'd always welcome your love."

You offer him a soft chuckle, the sparkle in your eyes further reassuring him of your sentiments.

You could never say no to his sweet affections, he was always so careful with you, so gentle, so soft. You were but the most precious thing in his life after all, a blindingly bright beacon of hope in his darkest hours. A stunning jewel of ever changing colors in the light of his mundane existence. If the painting that sits at arms length from you is a testament to anything, you knew he was oh so in love with you.

Hwei lets out a small laugh of his own.

" I just like the reassuring comfort of your answer."

As he finishes his sentence, he leans forward, closing that tiny gap between your lips. You smile into the kiss, you can't help it, the feeling of his dry, chapped lips against yours was so endearing. You note to remind him to hydrate later, almost forgetting how he just spent two hours non-stop painting you with fervent passion.

As he pulls away, Hwei holds you closer to him, pressing your body against his in a tight hug. A satisfied sigh escaping him.

" I love you."

" I love you too."

[zee-thezebra1]

"Look At The Monster I've Become"

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[ourtalechara]

My YouTube recommendations are going to be so messed up thinking I'm interested in Poppy Playtime when we all know that I am here for one thing and one thing only