#the mask of the mummers

[borzoi-x]

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[madcat-world]

Mummers - IrenHorrors

[oreo-creampies]

‘‘𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐮𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐧’ 𝐧𝐞𝐞𝐝𝐲 𝐰𝐡𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐜𝐮𝐦𝐬 𝐬𝐨 𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐝 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬!”

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: demon!choso, choso goes into rut, overstimulation, dacryphilia, pain kink, anal/wrong hole (Gojo’s), pussy drunk, mind broken/dumbification, cervix fuckin, light size kink, hair pulling, spanking/some face slapping (mostly toji’s), biting, exhaustion, praise/degradation, begging/teasing, squirting, some thigh fucking, vibrating dildo, light bondage, on the verge of passing out (Choso’s), daddy(toji)/lil mama, gojo and toji are wearing ghostface masks (separate blurbs), ghostface!toji (with a morally gray reader), squirting

𝐂𝐡𝐨𝐬𝐨

“Please!” Choso digs his black painted nails into your hips. His eyes roll back as he tilts head back showing off his hickey cover neck. His broad shoulders curl in with a tremble as he sloppily rut his hips fucking his hot thick cum deeper.

Your sloppy cunt squelching and your thighs trembling. Digging your nails into his abs, you keep bouncing yourself on Choso’s fat dick. Feeling his thick veins pulse, his cock head lightly twitches and his moans are getting breathier.

Your cunt clenches his throbbing, sensitive cock when a guttural deep groan of “Fuuuuck lil mama!” slips past his lips.

He’s so damn hot with his flush pink cheeks and his messy dark hair. His smoldering dark brown eyes fixate on your beautiful cunt taking his cock.

Choso slides his large hands up your sides, flipping you over onto his dark bedsheets. Your head hits the pillow and he grabs the head board with one hand, hovering over you.

He fuckin’ smirks, it’s a little upturn of Choso’s soft lips that has you clenching his cock. “Just ‘cause I came doesn’t mean we have to stop right?” He grabs your thigh hooking your leg around his slim waist.

His thrusts are sloppy, slow and deep, a shutter runs down his spine making his hips falter. The wood in his hand creaks and his jaw drops with a low groan.

“Can’t think about anything other than how wet n’ warm you are.” Leaning in for a soft kiss, you wrap both legs around his waist and slip your fingers into his hair.

Your body feels so heavy from exhaustion but you don’t want him to stop. It feels too good to have his warm, heavy body pressing you into the mattress. Whilst his heavy cock fills up your sore, sensitive and soaking wet pussy.

Choso mummers, “You can handle a bit more can’t ya?” Picking up his pace, your body jolts, your cunt spams and your eyes water when his hard cock head hits your bruised cervix.

Seeing the tears Choso softens his thrusts, restraining himself. “I’ve been so rough on her haven’t I? You’ve been doing so well, please let me help you cum one more time, we can do this lil mama.” He begs as if you aren’t fucked too stupid to answer him back.

He pushes your leg by your side and leans back to admire how your soft cunt takes his thick, long cock. Your soft lips wrapping around him, so wet, soft, and slightly swollen. Your beautiful pussy is such a pretty color against the paleness of his cock.

There isn’t an aspect of your body, expression and voice Choso isn’t obsessed with.

Steadily stroking your soft clit with his large thumb. “You look so hot cumming on my cock, please cum one more time?” He lets the headboard go, sliding his large hand over your beautiful body, touching you gently whilst wrecking your pussy.

Grabbing his hard, thick bisceps and digging your nails in whilst crying his name. “Nnnn! Choooohh!” Soaking Choso’s thick cock, your warm thick cum soaks the bed.

Choso’s smoldering dark eyes widen, “Fuuck make a mess on my cock lil that. Fuck I wanna!” His body trembles as he fights not to fuck you harder.

It’s all you can muster to plea, “Harder!” Choso flips you over without sliding out, wrapping his arm around your waist whilst holding onto your hip. Choso lifts you off the bed, holding you to his chest and stroking your clit as he gets off the bed.

He gently reminds you, “Remember to use the safe word if it’s too much.” Holding you by your waist he slowly drags his cock out till his fat head is tugging on your soaking wet cunt.

Choso pulls you back to meet his hard thrusts. Your body jolts as you cry out reach back and grabbing his wrist. “I love how soft, beautiful, wet and warm you are. N’ I can't get enough of hearing you moan, seein’ my cock sink into your cunt, stretching her out.” Choso roughly bounces you on his thick, veiny cock.

He groans, “Your sloppy wet cunt is as loud as are, so messy n’ wet after squirting so hard on my cock. Nnn fuck I’ve missed you so much, not seeing you all day is torture.” He reaching so deep, you swear you’re feeling Choso’s long, thick cock underneath your belly button.

You’re fighting to string a full sentence together in between moans. “It was ooonn’nnn! On-ly seven girl’s houuures Nnn fuck you’re so deep! Fuck!” He presses your face and chest against the wall, keeping your back arches with a hand on your lower back.

Choso leans down groaning in your ear, “I love hearing your creamy cunt talk to me. I think she missed me just as much.” He bites your shoulder softly whilst roughly fucking your creamy cum stuffed cunt, Choso slides his large hand along your arched back grabbing a handful of your hair.

Squeezing your hip, “You look like doll, all fucked out and limp.” Clenching Choso’s cock when he most in your ear. “I know she so sore yet she grippin’ me like she wants me to cum in ya again even though you’ve cummed six times so far.” Your cheeks clap, your cunt squelches and your legs give out the wall and his grasp keeping you upright.

Lifting you off the wall, and turning you around with slipping his cock our. Laying you on your back on the soft bed, “One more time for the last grueling hour I spent alone, even then then I don't want to stop.” Choso folds you into a mating press to watch your sloppy wet cunt take his pale, thick, veiny cock.

Your soft lips look so beautiful covered in thick white cream, a mixture of his and your cum. “You’re so fuckin’ beautiful, hold on just a little more, I know you’re getting tired. I’ll hold you while you sleep after I cum in you.” Choso softly kisses your forehead.

“She’s getting so tight. I wonder could your sweet lil’ cunt can cum while you’re sleeping.” His eyes shift from violet to a glowing pink. “Fuck!” His body shutters with restraint as he fucks you faster but not harder. “I know you can only handle so much, I should stop soon but-“ your soft cunt spams squeezing Choso and wrecking his train of thought.

You slur together, “don’tstopwanna help-nnnn with yourrr rut.” Thick tears drip down your face as Choso whines, two teeth elongating into sharp fangs.

You tilt your head aside and he kisses your tears off your cheeks. “That’s it beautiful, let it out cry from cumming so hard on my cock.” teeth in. Sweet pain laces in with the intoxicating pleasure of his cock filling your sore, soaking wet cunt.

You can’t move on your own, your body is too heavy. Your eyes won’t say open. He quickly pulls away, licking the blood seeping from the bite. You shiver meekly as he slides his large warm hands down along your waist and hips, grabbing your thighs.

He lifts you off the bed without breaking his rough, quirk pace. You feel weightless in his grasp as he wraps his arm around your waist. Softly laying you in the center of the bed, with your head on a pillow.

Sweetly kissing your cheek, Choso groans, “I’m a nasty pervert, obsessed with your soft thighs, pretty tits and wet cunt. I wanna fuck more cum into you.”

The softness of the pillow beneath your head, the coziness of the bed and the exhaustion from taking Choso’s cock is too much. The last thing you feel is his warm cum as you pass out.

𝐒𝐚𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐮

“Nn! Wrong hole!” It’s too late Satoru is in your ass. It’s a strange but interesting feeling him slip out, tugging on your ass. It’s a mixture of pleasure and pain that you want to explore.

“Wait,” your body burns and you’re grateful you are facing the bed instead of him. “You can fuck my ass.” He roughly smacks your ass, squeezing your sore, jiggly cheek.

“Fuck that sounds so hot, say it again.” He crouches behind you and bites your ass. Slipping two slender fingers into your dripping wet cunt, slowly stroking your g-spot making your legs tremble.

Grabbing his sheets whilst pleading, “I wanna fuck my ass on your cock till I can’t move anymore! You can cum in my ass.” He pumps his fingers faster and groans letting your cheek go.

Satoru licks the imprint his teeth left. “Good lil’ slut.” Slipping his fingers out, you can hear him noisily sucking them clean. Pushing your hips back when he glides his tongue between your lips.

Satoru admits, “I haven’t been able to stop thinking about cumming in you since I saw you. I’m not gonna wanna stop with your ass, your cunt is begging for it.” Roughly hitting your sore cheeks with his large palm.

Satoru digs his fingers into your juggling fat. “Hold you wrist behind your back for me to tie together.”

He walks off to get silk ribbon and a vibrator which he holds up to show you. “Something for your clit while I fuck your soft ass into a gapping cum filled mess.” Smirking at you, with his white hair slicked back, a few stands hanging in his blue eyes.

“Let’s get a little kinky.” He looks so beautiful standing there, slim yet muscular build is so well sculpted. You want you run your hands over all of him. But mostly you want his long, pretty cock that stands up eager for attention.

A smile creeps onto your face, “What about some knife play?” He walks over with the silk and toy, setting the latter on the bed. The silence is crushing, making you squirm slightly.

He leans over yo, talking low in your ear, “With the nasty warnings on the smut you read in public told me what type of pervert slut you are.” Tying your wrist behind your back.

“I always wondered if you touch yourself while reading, or if it’s like foreplay before you masturbate?” Biting your shoulderand pinning you still with some of his weight. It feels good to have Satoru’s massive body crushing you into the bed. With his soft warm skin and hard muscules against you.

Taking a moment before you can respond in a steady voice, “Depends on how much the fic makes my pussy throb.” Satoru pulls away to laugh, smacking your pussy, smirking when you jolt.

Satoru goes to get a ghost face mask and knife, “Speaking of fics, one gave me a new kink, I already wear a mask all day so why not switch out what I’m wearing.”

He wiggles the mask, “I remember this one was mentioned in a kinkobter fic. I like having a whole month dedicated to being the biggest whore you can be. That is what it is?” He slips the ghost face mask on.

You decide, “Close enough, please come play with my clit n ass! I wanna be a cock drunk whore, we’re talking too much.” He points the knife at you, wiggling it threateningly then he slips the ghostface mask on.

Grabbing a bottle of lube before walking up behind you. You can hear the bottle open and lube squirt out. Glance over your shoulder to watch Satoru touch himself. He softly ruts his his hips with a soft whine as he swirl his slender fingers over his gorgeous cock.

You didn’t think you could find a cock so damn sexy till you saw Satoru’s. With his soft pink cock head and intimidating length. You know his cock is going to be addicting the l way he could softly stretch and fill you up.

Spreading your legs apart he lines his cock up to give your asshole just the tip. Whilst carefully rubbing your clit with the cool flat of the blade. The scary thrill of the knife near somewhere so sensitive gets your cunt dripping.

He slowly drags the knife along your thigh, grabbing the toy. With a click it springs to life. Satoru glides another inch in as he holds the toy to your clit, swirling it slowly.

Softly rolling his hips giving your sensitive, tight ass more, crooning, “You can handle it, can’t you?” Your jaw drops and your brows furrow as your toes curl.

You unable to answer Satoru, “I-I nnnn! Innnahhh! Satoru!” the strange pleasure of having your ass fucked along with having your clit played with is too much to comprehend.

Crying, “My ass! You’re! Nnn!” Satoru really is fucking your ass! The first time with your long time crush and it’s there! He’s going to be able to cum in you. The second it crosses you’re mind it’s all you can whine.

You’re mindlessly confessing and begging, your eyes stinging. “Please cum in me! I wanna feel your warm cum! I touch myself thinking of what it would be like to feel your cock twitching inside me before you spill. Please!” You sloppy wet cunt is dripping thick creamy slick down to your cock stuffed ass.

Satoru’s low breathy groans are pornagraphic.“I jerked off this morning thinking about seein’ my cum drip out of your pretty cunt.” He swirls the knife around your soft nipple. “The way I want to slut you out, objectify you then treat you like a princess afterwards.”

Rubbing the toy on your clit faster as he goes balls deep. He slides the knife down your stomach, getting off on seeing you squirm. With your breasts pushed in the air by the soft arch in your back.

He groans at the sight of seeing his pale pink cockhead tugging on your asshole. So close to slipping out, rolling his hips, his abs flexing as he drives his cock in deep with a smooth, quick thrust.

Your ass is getting looser taking his cock easier as the tense leaves your body and you melt beneath him. With your eyes watering.

Satoru tosses the knife to the side to stuffs his two slender fingers in. “Keep looking at me like that beautiful n’ find out what happens. Shit, I’ll wash up come back and wreck your soft cunt, fill you up twice.” He curls his fingers, fucking your softly squelching cunt.

Clenching his fingers when he finds that spot that has a overwhelming wave of intense pleasure overcomes you. Making your thighs tremble and your hips jerk back.

Satoru leans down, taking up most of your vision with his ghost face mask and his wide shoulders. “Cum, you can do it, focus on my fingers in your cunt, my cock in your ass and your toy on your clit.” Tears trickle down your face as you squirt on his fingers. Your soft cunt spams, as Satoru keeps his pace and fucks your ass harder.

The way Satoru growls, “Fuck me!” Shouldn’t be so hot in how feral, possessive and needy he sounds. “That it lil mama cry cause I made you squirt too hard, make a fuckin mess and scream my name. Nnnn keep looking at me like that and see what happens.”

𝐓𝐨𝐣𝐢

“I thought no one was home, I only meant to crash on your sofa then dip before sunrise.” Leaning over you, with his large gloved hand splayed on the wall next to you. “You’re not my normal type.” Holding the knife to your cheek.

Your voice trembles, “I know your victim type, I’ve been following along. I-I don’t blame you, what came out about everyone’s whose houses and laptops they’ve searched, is horrific.” You’re tense with anticipation. “There is a guest room, and left over food in the fridge, you can use my shower I’ll stay in the living room.”

“Ha, so you see it my way, they deserved it.” He softly drags the knife along your neck, leaning down invading what little personal space you have left. He’s so close, smelling of thick cigarette smoke and copper.

Glancing from his blood splattered ghost mask, to his large chest, his worn black shirt clinging to his pecs and abs. “Is there anything else you need?” A dark happy trail peaking out the bottom of his shirt catches your attention along with what it leads too. He’s shamelessly hard, his black sweats hiding nothing.

He drags the knife up your neck to your chin, tilting your head up to look at his face. “Depends does that offer have anything to do with the way you’ve been looking at me? If it does ...” He steps back to lean against the back of your sofa. He gestures up and down your body with his knife.

Ordering you. “Take your shirt off, your sexy underwear stays on.” Slipping your shirt and underwear off, he points down at the ground with the knife causing you to kneel at his feet.

Nudging your legs around with his boot, “Hands behind your back, use your hands and I’ll smack you across the face.” Softly dragging the knife along your bottom lip. “Such a pretty mouth, that little tremble in your bottom lip when you’re scared is hot.”

He holds the knife to your throat. “Do I scare you still?”He pushes his sweatpants down, letting his heavy cock hang out. He’s so thick, with two puffy veins and a fat cockhead wet with pre-cum.

“Yes, you could change your mind out of worry of getting caught but I’m too horny to think too logically.” His balls are big and look so damn suckable, looking up at his masked face. “I want you to fuck me like I’mma a slut.” He slips his boot in between your legs, and you cave instantly grinding your clothed cunt on his shoe.

Lifting his shoe adding some pressure to your cunt. “Like?! You’re nothing but a slut, grinding on me you’re no different than a bitch in heat. I’ll stuff your needy cunt n’ depending on how well ya take my cock, you might be mine be my new play thing.”

Setting the knife next to himself, and grabbing a fistful of your hair. “Please I’m so wet cause of you, fold me in two, I don’t care if I walk tomorrow.” He groans grabbing his cock with a gloved hand, lining it up with your parting lips. Gliding his cock in your warm with mouth with a husky groan.

“Fuck this is hot, seeing you hump my boot while I'm fuckin your throat.” His balls hit your chin with each quick, gagging thrust. Whilst his firm grasp on your hair keeps you from moving your head. “For being a honest whore for I’ll make sure you cum.”

Cupping his large balls he pulls his cock out and slaps you. Straightening your face out with your hair. “I warned you, but that did feel nice touch my balls again.” Holding his balls while grinding your hips, rubbing your clit along the smooth leather.

You quickly plead, “Slap me again please.” He softly rubs your sore cheek then lands another sharp, stinging hit. You wince and moan, squeezing his shoe with your thighs.

Mocking you, “Slap me again please! You’re killing me.” Tilting his head to the side, the simple action with his mask on shouldn't turn you on so much.

He roughly pulls your hair and orders, “Keep begging me to hurt and fuck you.”

Stroking his cock next to your face whilst you beg, “Smack my ass till it’s too sore for me to lay on. Please daddy fuck me however you need to.” Pulling you onto your feet by your hair, shoving you over the back of the sofa.

Demanding, “You’re thinking with your pussy aren't you? What am I?” He smacks your clothed cunt with the flat of the blade making you jolt. Hitting your cunt harder with his gloved hand. “Tell me before I stop and go jerk off in the shower.” Slowly dragging the knife along your soft lips. You have to fight every urge to move so the knife doesn't slip.

“Daddy!” Crying as he quickly cuts the back of your thighs, so close to your cunt. Smacking your both cheeks before cutting off your underwear.

Moaning out, “Please lemme have your cock daddy.” Wiggling as he drags the knife along your soft cheek, blood seeping from the shallow cut. His covk throbs with the way you cry and writhe, the sofa and his body trapping you.

Smacking your stinging cheek, you can hear the cocky smirk in his voice. “You need me that badly lil’ mama?” Gliding his wet cock in-between your soft thighs.

Yanking your head back by your hair and leaning over you. “Fucking hell you’re a dirty slut wanting to be fucked by a stranger. Am I that hot, or are you that big of a whore?” His cock rubs yours lips and clit taunting you.

You’re clenching nothing in desperate need to have his fat cock filling, stretching and rubbing your cunt till you cum on him. “I can feel her fluttering, squeezing nothin’ when you could be squeezing my cock.”

Your head is against his chest, his so big. You didn't know his name and haven’t see but it doesn't matter. You want him to bounce you on his cock.

Begging him, “Yes please daddy, I’ll call you whatever you want! You can stop by and use my cunt whenever you want. I need to cum on your big cock.” Squeezing your thighs together and whining in fustration

He lets your hair go to smack your cunt till your desperately twisting your hips away. Crying, your body shutters and your cunt is sharply stinging.

You whine, “You’re so mean!” Your eyes are stinging and his hands are so rough when he grasp your hips. He yanks you into place and lines his cock up, nudging his cock past your lips. Roughly slamming his hips forward whilst yanking your body back.

He rasps, “It’s making you wetter isn’t it?” Choking you with a gloved hand and squeezing your hip. Lifting your off your feet, he’s holding you in the air by your throat and hip, effectively ruining any attempts to run away.

Rhythmically bounce you on his cock, using your pussy like a flesh light. Whilst angrily rutting his hips. It’s like he’s mad at you even though he’s the one who broke into your house.

You’re a dirty slut who folded at the first sight of his broad muscular chest and slutty waist in the clingiest black shirt you’ve ever see. Clenching his cock and biting your bottom lip. It feels good to be a mindless whore if this is what it gets you.

Digging your nails into the sofa when he croons, “What this? You were just begging for me to fuck you. Don’t tell me your lil’ sloppy cunt can’t handle my fat cock?” He relaxes his grasp but ruts into you hard, pouring his frustration into each thrust.

“I can! Fuck me however you want! I don’t care how angry it feels!” He lifts you off the sofa, grabbing your thighs, folding your legs and clasping his large hands behind the back of your neck.

“Angry? I suppose I am n’ it’s fun taking it out on your sloppy cunt. I’m reaching so fuckin deep, you can feel that can’t ya?” He rocks his hips harder bruising your cervix and making your pussy spasm from the intensity.

You can’t think with the way he’s fucking you like he hates you, bullying your sloppy cunt. All you can do is cream on his fat cock. He sneers “Really? You’re cumming that fuckin’ easily?” Your cheeks along with your throat burn.

Unclasping his hand from behind your neck, squeezing your thigh and stroking your clit. “Too stupid to answer already? N’ I just started.” Each stroke from his finger is too much, sending off a firework of intense overstimulating pleasure.

Fat tears roll down your cheek as you babble, “Too much! Toooooo much daddys’ cock ‘s too much! My clit I can’t! I wanna! Don’t stop!” It’s like you can’t come down from the incredible high of cumming.

He grunts, “There we fuckin’ go! Don’t want ya to get all shy n’ quiet on me now after you were humping my boot.” Stroking your clit faster, keeping the pressure the same. “Let’s see how many times I can make you cum in one night before you can’t anymore.”

Oreo’s m.list

[morganmerylhodgepodge]

" In a Deadly Vein"

From the original by an as of yet undertermined artist

(Possibly Robert McGinnis or Robert Stanley)

as sourced here:

[danskjavlarna]

Source details and larger version.

The most intriguing vintage masks I’ve encountered are here.

[madwcman]

pairing: tasm! peter x reader

a/n: i’m so back! | inspired by that one peter & gwen scene

peter climbs in through his window, into the bedroom he was wearing his spider-man suit, mask off revealing the cuts on his lower lip, and eyebrow. a sigh escaping his lips, as he looked over to his bed, he couldn’t help but smile at you, you were laying in bed, looking peaceful. peter couldn’t tell if you were sleeping or not, the room was a bit dark, even for him to tell.

“peter, are you okay?” you sit up in bed, covers pulling around your waist as you squint your eyes, the only light coming from the moon and the lights from the city.

he smiles softly at you, his lower lip hurting a bit from the cut. "i’m alright, a little beat up, but i’m fine.”

he quickly tosses his mask onto the small desk, and discards his spider-man suit, throwing it into a random corner in the room, he puts on some baggy shorts and makes his way to your side of the bed, sitting next to you. “let me see.” you whisper, moving closer to him. you examine his face, eyebrows furrowed as you see the small scar on his bottom lip and the cut slightly above his left eyebrow.

not trying to hurt him, you softly pull at his chin, gently, looking over his lips “you cut your bottom lip.” you mumble, placing your thumb on peters lip.

“it’ll heal.”

“you cut your eyebrow, too”

“really? didn’t know.” he smiles, he knows he’s slightly giving you a hard time.

“smartass.” you quickly poke at his ribs, knowing it’s his weakness, he laughs, squirming away from you. “hey, stop that!”

“your cheek is bruised too, stop beating up my boyfriend.” you voice out, in a serious tone, as you place your hands under his jaw, and under his small bruise looking over it.

“i’m spider-man, it’s not my fault.” he mummers, his brown eyes analyzing your face. you’re like an old beautiful painting to him, he could stare at you for hours.

“you’re peter, too.” you lean in, pressing a kiss to peter’s cheek, he leans into it, a sweet and pretty smile on his face. he’s sure that your kisses could cure any cut or bruise he has on his body.

you pull back, and look at him gently. he wants to kiss you until you’re sick of him, he breathes a laugh and leans in, his nose poking your cheek. “come’er”

you roll your eyes and can’t help but mumble playfully. “so bossy.”

he presses his lips to yours, they’re always soft and taste a bit like cherry, from his chapstick, you can also taste the small blood from his bottom lip. you don’t mind when it comes to peter.

he pulls and leans back, he looks dizzy and his eyes are lidded, he must be tired. you push his hair out of his eyes, and smile softly at him, you love peter so much, you’re a sap for him, but you don’t mind. you can’t help but climb into his lap and wrap around him, holding onto him while you hide your face in the crook of his neck.

“i mean it bugboy, be nice to my boyfriend.” you mumble into his neck, placing a soft kiss there.

he snorts, from the nickname. it’s been a long time since you called him bugboy. he can’t help but laugh. “yeah yeah, i’ll take care of him.” he holds onto you tight, kissing your head.

“good, i happen to love, and enjoy him.” peter lights up, a wide smile placed on his lips, his scar spilts a bit with the smile, it hurts, but he could care less. how could he care when you’re here holding onto him tight and telling him you love him? he doesn’t. he laughs, holding onto you tight, bringing another kiss to your head. he might be hurting a bit but truly this is curing him. “i love you too, sweetheart.”

[thedevilsoftruth]

Loving the thought of how Bucky treats you whenever you get shy in bed.

Tags: oral sex ( f ) & fingering, praising, and a bit of begging on Bucky's part?

Imagine he's kissing over parts of your body that you're a bit insecure about. Whether it's stretch marks or a unique mole on your skin, he's kissing it. You finch at the contact of it, and you back away but he's pulling you back in seconds.

" Come on, sweetie, " She shakes his head, planting a kiss on your thigh. " I ain't gonna hurt you. Just relax for me, yeah? " His hands soothingly, gently, rub up and down your nervous legs. He can tell you're still tense, even as you begin to relax a bit. But don't worry, because he's there to guide you through it.

" So pretty, honey. " He praises. The look in his eyes is absolutely dopey. He'd completely drunk on you and how absolutely gorgeous you are. Once he has you completely relaxed, he finally gives you exactly what he knows you need.

And maybe you get a bit shy again while he's at it? Because he's just so good to you all the time, and the way his perfect, skilled tongue glides over your pussy drives you off the fucking walls. Because he knows exactly how to touch you, when to touch you, and where you like things the most. And while he's bobbing his pretty little face against you and making your pussy flutter all over and over again, he's mumbling those sweet praises to you.

" mm.. fuck baby, you taste so good. " He mumbles, nipping down your dripping folds, pulling gently at your flesh. The way your hands curl into his short brown hair makes him feel so loved and good. And that mouth of his just doesn't stop or keep quiet.

" Doing so good for me, sugar. " " Yeah? It feels good, yeah? " As he's making eye contact with you from the little horizon line between your legs. His lips wrap around your pulsing clit, and the moan you leave out is so dangerously loud that you cover your mouth. But he's not having it. Not at all.

" Come on, pretty girl. Don't get shy on my like that. " He mummers, his voice husky and hoarse as he looks up at you.

And when he stuffs you full of his fingers and curls them inside you--right on the spot that makes you crazy--your thighs are clenching around his arm, and your face getting so much redder. You just can't stop your hands from flinging up to hide your face. You feel so embarrassed, so exposed and vulnerable in front of him. It feels illegal for things to feel so damn good like this, but they do. And it feels weird for you.

" Honey? " His fingers momentarily still inside you. You feel empty without the friction and the pleasure they bring you. " You ain't gotta hide, gorgeous. " The pet name only makes you more embarrassed.

" I know it's a bit awkward, but I want you to feel good. " His voice is so gentle, so sweet and velvety yet so deep, and the look on his face is one of great concern. His hand lull up and down your legs, barley even there.

" Can I see you, honey? " He asks, tilting his head, trying to glimpse at you through the mask of your tiny hands." Please? Jus' wanna see that pretty face I love so much. " All he wants is to make sure you know how much he loves you, how much he thinks you're pretty. And at some point, you remove your hands from your face, and he smiles.

" There's my girl. " He says, his eyes raking up and down your perfect, beautiful body. The body he could get lost In for hours, the face he could admire for hours.

" Wanna make you feel good, baby. " He says, trailing hot, open-mouthed kisses down the side of your face. " Can I do that for you? Please, pretty girl? "

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[melissa-kenobi]

🎃 Kinktober 2024 🎃 Peter Parker + Sex Pollen

Waheeyyy, 2nd part of Kinktober, we've got Peter Parker up next!

Under 18s, DNI

Warnings: Breeding, Web Fluid, Dirty Talk, Sex Pollen, Possessiveness.

Word Count:

🎃 Kinktober 2024 MasterList 🎃

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Peter was causally making this way through the room filled with hunters. His spidey instincts were on fire, and every inch of him itched to rid his city of these people. But he couldn't, not now. He had a job to do, to find Kraven.

He made his way through the Hunters, making sure that he maintained his cover as a waiter trying to serve Mr Kravinoffs bodyguard.

Peter was getting anxious. He carried the platter on one hand before heading through the door, looking behind before rushing inside and accidentally bumping into the other servers.

"Oh no! I'm so sorry!" Peter apologises, putting the platter down, trying to help before the other waiter yells at him for not looking where he was going.

"Hey! Why don't you watch where you're going?"

"I'm sorry!" Peter apologises and backs up before the doors open again, and another waiter crashes into the two of them, making the tables topple over each other. The waiter curses and yells at the other man, making Peter's eyes go wide at the mess.

Quickly scanning the area for an out, he spots the elevator.

Bingo.

Peter backtracks to the elevator, hoping that he will finally find Kraven. Once the elevator reaches the final stop Peter hesitantly steps out eyes flickering around before he senses there's no-one there.

"All clear." He whispers to himself as he stalks around the room, noticing all the trophys and animal heads hung up as prizes, "Spider-Spy to the rescue."

"Spider-Spy? Really?" A sickly sweet voice echoes from behind him.

In an instant, Peter feels the hairs on his arms stand up as he whips around, only to come face to face with a real-life tiger.

"Hey, so at least you're real and alive..." Peter mummers under his breath, eyes wide before they fall upon a female hunter sat atop the tiger, watching Peter carefully. Needing to be cautious, Peter casts a glance at female hunter.

"I've been watching you, Spider-Man. You're not as slick as you think you are." You say before flipping off the tiger and standing right in front of Peter. You'd been watching the little spider make his rounds. You had to admit was pretty fit under that mask of his. He had a cute, handsome face. "You ought to be more careful with the way you walk around, you stuck out like a sore thumb."

Peter is slightly speechless, he thought he was more slick and undercover, "What do you want?"

"I want a lot of things little Spider, but mainly I want your head on a platter for Kraven." You say tilting your head at him whilst stroking the tiger, eyes still on the Spider.

"Well, I can't say its the first time I've heard that." Peter retorts, "How about I apologise and leave swiftly before you unleash that tiger on me and we pretend I was never here?"

"No can do." You say before lunging at him with your bladed knife. Peter swiftly jumps out the way, shooting a web at your arm which you block and flip over.

Your eyes follow the Spider's every move, waiting for him to throw another attack at you. Within seconds, he attacks, shooting web after web at you. You grimace as you dodge each and everyone but not before some of it lands on your thigh.

"That is disgusting. Is this stuff coming outta you?" You say as you swipe off the remains of his webs on your thigh.

Spider-Man shrugs, "It's complicated." He swings up in the air, being held up by one of his web as he hangs upside down, "Look I don't really want to hurt you."

"I do." You growl, eyes focused on his mask before gesturing for your tiger to approach. You watched as the eyes on his mask widened as he watched your tiger approach him, with a menacing glare.

"Hey kitty, good kitty..." Spider-Man said, slowly lifting himself up but not before you threw a knife at his web, instantly cutting through it, making the superhero tumble to the floor as he landed on a vase of something. The vase broke under the weight of Spider-Man, and a yellow puff of smoke erupted from it. Your tiger growled as she inched forwards in front of you, closer to the Spider, almost as if she was protecting you.

You inched closer, gently kicking at his thigh whilst he lay still on the broken vase. He didn't move.

Was he- Was he dead?

You moved closer and bent down to look at him, "Hey- wake up. You can't die that easy." Sighing, you got up to grab some rope to tie the Spider up only to turn around and find that he was gone.

"Fuck- where'd he go?" You spin around to ask your tiger only to find that she too was gone. You curse under your breath as you find your animal gone and the smell of meat lingering. Shit, he had gotten rid of her too.

Before you knew it, you were being swung in the room and webbed up against the wall, and Spider-Man hanging above you as he slowly decended and watched you. You growled as you tried to rid yourself from the webs.

"Let me go." You hiss at him, noticing a slight change in his demeanour.

"Where is Kraven?" He growls, tone darker and voice more gravely as he inched closer to you, pressing his chest to yours. He traced your face with his finger, swiping at the yellow substance.

"You'll never find out from me." You smirk, taking in the yellow powder that coated the bottom half of his suit. You sniffed the air only to cough and spit out the scent. Your eyes fell upon a bulge that was poking through the crotch element of his suit, "Oh fuck-"

Of course he had to fall into that pot.

"Look- Spidey, you're not well. You need to- "You begin to say before you're cut off by him sniffing at your neck. He lifted the bottom half of his mask off and kissed at your throat, moaning softly at your sweet scent.

"You- what did you do to me? I feel-" He hisses, sniffing at your neck, loving the smell of you. It surrounded him like a hoard of bees. The sweet, tangy scent of you was stuck in his mind, in his head, he ached to feel it around his cock, "What is that? It smells so good. You smell so good."

"I-" You begun but was cut off as Spider-Man pushed his lower body against you, slowly rutting his hips against your thigh, "Wait- Spider-Man, you don't want this."

"What was that substance I fell into?" He growls in your ear. Fuck that was hot. Nope. No you shouldn't be- oh shit, now you were going to be affected too.

"It was the pheromones from a plant. A very dangerous plant, one that Kraven used to use to help our population increase." You admit, suddenly feeling your core ache and become wet.

"What does that mean?" He growls again, still not understanding. He moves back a little bit, but not enough to give you room to escape.

You watch his reaction, almost as if he was having a mental conversation with himself about something. His head tilts as he mutters to himself, "Ours?"

Suddenly, his eyes fall upon you, "Her?" He says, sniffing and licking at your neck once more.

"Mine." He growls once more in that low baritone voice, one that sounded so unlike the friendly neighbourhood Spider-Man you had seen. He rips his mask off before lunging forward and sucking on your neck, almost possessively. His hands tear at your outfit, ripping it to shreds leaving you exposed whilst his own suit opened up to reveal his cock.

"Holy fuck-" You curse, eyes widening with shock as you watch him pump his cock. That thing was huge, and leaky and red and angry. Fuck, the pollen must have really affected him.

He glances at you before positioning his cock against your lower lips, the head of his cock tapping light against your clit making you moan softly.

"Soaked." He whispers in awe whilst sliding his cock back and forth between your lips before plunging himself in, in one go. You scream and roll your head back against the wall as he penetrates your pussy.

He moves with quick rapid thrusts, not caring at all about your pleasure, only wanting to find his release, and if you weren't so horny you would care. But you enjoyed the way he filled out your pussy, the way you could feel him in your stomach, almost as if he was going to break you. His thick length pushes against your walls, and you loved the way it hurt but felt so good. You wanted more of him.

Peter wasn't holding back. He wanted you. His instincts wanted him to breed you, to fill you, to claim you. You were his, and this was the only way. He didn't care that you were one of Kravens hunters. You were his now. Reaching his peak, he gripped your throat gently, pulling you to his lips before placing a soft kiss on them.

"Mine. You belong to us." He whispered before letting out a low growl of your name and filling you with his cum.

***

[starboye]

pairing: dylan minnettee x male reader

request: could you write about dylan minette x reader fucking in the shower ILY

warnings: smut, shower sex, cursing, pet names, slight daddy kink

you hadnt expected dylan to be home for at least another few hours so you decided to take a relaxing shower after cleaning the house up a little for dylans return, he had been on tour for a couple weeks and today was the day he was supposed to come home but he came home a little earlier to surprise you.

dylan opened the door and threw his bags to the side waiting for you to greet him but you didnt, he walked through the fairly spacious house to find you, as he walked into you guys room he heard the shower running and smirked, he stripped off his clothes and walked into the bathroom, shutting the door behind him.

"dylan is that you" you ask wiping the water from your face but dylan doesn't answer he only steps into the shower, leaning his chest against your back "hi baby" dylan whisper hugging you from behind "hey, how was the tour" you ask "miserable without you" dylan chuckles lightly.

"aww well you're here now" you reassure kissing dylans cheek "and now that im here i can finally have you" dylan mutters kissing down your neck "you couldn't wait till i got out the shower" you say choking back a moan "no" dylan says muffled by your neck, running his hand down to your ass to grope it.

"you want it" dylan question loving your sweet small whimpers "yes please" you plea rubbing your ass against dylans growing dick, dylan quickly flips you around and begins making out with you, you moaning it his mouth as the water falls onto your back making it hotter than it already was between you too.

"i missed you so much" dylan says "oh really" you smile pulling back from the kiss to catch a breath "for real, do you know how hard it is to jerk off to just a picture of your ass" dylan jokes but he was being honest, he sat in the dressing room of his concert for an hour trying to cum to a picture of your ass covered in his cum but he couldnt.

"then how about you cum to the real thing" you say jerking dylans cock lightly, feeling it grow even more in your hand "well how could i deny such a request" dylan deviously smirks, you see the lust growing in his eyes before he presses you onto the bathroom wall, face flat against the wet wall "already loose for me" dylan scoffs seeing your open hole.

"only for you daddy" you reply cockily, dylan almost goes feral when you say that but holds back and slaps his dick against your slick hole and without warning he thrusts into your warms walls with a groan "dylannn" you moan out as he does so "yeah baby all me" dylan says wrapping his hand around your neck while his other hand wraps around your dick, stroking it slowly.

"ngh please faster" you choke out "want daddy to go faster" dylan asks and you nod slowly, he goes faster and faster till the only sounds are groans and moans falling from your mouth masked by the shower and plaps, "im gonna..." you trail off not being able to finish your sentence but dylan understood exactly what you were saying and quickened his pace in your ass and around your dick.

you came all over dylans hand as you dropped you head onto the wall with broken moans "so good" dylan mummers licking the cum from his hand before wrapping one hand around your waist to steady you as he pounded you out, lifting your head back up by the neck with his other hand.

"right there" you whine feeling another wave of ecstasy wash over you and dylan feels it too before he cums in you, painting your walls white with his seed as he lets out deep huffs "you always know how to tire me out" dylan says "right back at you" you reply.

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. | Именно это сильно задержало процесс создания маски, ведь приходилось ждать, пока краска сама засохнет, а ускорить процесс феном было слишком рискованно.

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. | Today I'm sharing with you a very long process- painting

. | This is what greatly delayed the process of creating the mask, because we had to wait for the paint to dry itself, and it was too risky to speed up the process with a hair dryer.

. | But here's a little spoiler for you- I waited) And in the next part, you'll see what happens to the mask afterwards.

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PLEASE MAKE A MCD ZANE X READER🙏🏾🙏🏾you make the best zane x reader’s and i cant find anything 😭😭😭

(No pressure or anything 😊)

Awwww how sweet!!!!! Thank you!!! I've made 1 :D lmfao

Hope this is what you wanted! you didn't give me a specific prompt so- I just ...winged it. lol. Also credit to @writing-for-whoever-listens i used one of their prompts here for inspiration ^^.

Warnings: Zane mcd in general we love it but he IS a major red flag, Talk of death? Zane isn't threatening the reader or anything though hes just goth in every timeline, Reader has at least some base fear of Zane (fair) But your love and affection for him is real as well....So Unhealthy relationship dynamic should also go here... or does that just count under the Zane warning lmfao

You haven't been able to find your husband this evening. You were hoping he would spare a moment to have some tea with you before going off, to do sevens knows what where you won't see him till bed.

His position keeps him busy; you understand that you were made more than aware of it when you agreed to this engagement. But sometimes the cold isolation of the O'khasis Palace just...seeps into your bones and you find yourself desperately searching out the only semblance of warmth afforded to you. And normally, your quite successful at it, if he's not in meetings he's traditionally in his study or throne room.

But after what feels like an eternity of searching identical hallways. Shadows stretch, and your eyes grow heavy. Bitter disappointment turns to dull resignment. Another day, Another morrow perhaps. But for now, you walk through the opulent stone walls of the castle to your and Zanes bedchambers. Pushing open Heavy intricately carved wooden doors you immediately notice something off. All the candles and the fireplace is lit, something that shouldn't happen for a while longer either by your hands or the servants should you not.

But what's more than that, the Balcony doors are open. Cool night air filling the room and looking out the balcony is the very man you've been searching for. Still in his full priestly attire... at least as far as you could tell from behind, hair lightly swaying in the wind. Its.. strange, He has never been in the room before you... or seemingly chosen to contemplate here rather than his study.

"Zane? Darling?" You call softly entering the room and closing the door behind you not wanting to catch him off guard you slowly approach.

"Ah good it's you Lamb" he mummers softly moving his her just enough to gaze at you over his shoulder, "I'd hate to have to disturb the peace of tonight with a servant to dull to knock" The threat is obvious and sends a suppressed chill down your spine, despite the chill as always you are drawn to his side as if pulled by unseen ropes connecting you.

"What are you doing out here?"

"I'm planning out our deaths." his voice is smooth and calm, Unchanged in the face of words that make your very bones cold a million thoughts rushing through you so fast you feel dizzy.

"Pa-Pardon?" You Balk eyes widened. But he just chuckles as if the reaction amuses him. His Mask is off...you hadn't noticed it on your side table, but you do notice the smile gracing his freckled face, a warm hand in your own bringing you down to earth again, He raises your hand to his face and lightly presses his lips to your knuckles.

"Theres no need to be frightened lamb, I wouldn't lead you astray. I'm merely...contemplating on what is to be when one of us passes" he explains breath warming your knuckles with every word. He lets your arm rest, hand to your side but it's still engulfed in his own "... I find the idea of us being apart in such a way... distasteful." Your heart... warms at that, in a strange way... he's always shown his care strangely.

"Neither of us are meeting our end Darling" You gently squeeze his hand "There is no need to dwell on such a macabre topic... Did something happen to draw you to this?" you ask carefully... is he distraught? Or is this just his need for crushing control in all aspects... does both of your passing really fall into that?

You worry you've angered him... said the wrong thing when no words are spoken for agonizingly long seconds. Eyes as cold as the most frozen lakes simply bore into your own.

"I suppose you're right." He hums simply, Thumb brushing over your knuckles. "Come along let's get you to sleep my sweet lamb." He coos tone sickly sweet "Its late."

"Ah- are you retiring as well?" You can't hold back the surprise and... excitement stirring within you, Zane rarely joined you in bed before you've already fallen asleep. Getting to wind down and fall asleep alongside him makes your very skin warm and buzz, the excitement for warmth and intimacy with another being rushing through you.

"I will be" he nods stopping to drop you at your privacy screen, so you can change into sleeping attire before heading towards his own. "I'd like to spend the rest of the night with my Lover."

[claymoresword]

Come Out And Haunt Me | Pt. 2

Cersei Lannister x Catelyn Tully

Summary: When her raven goes unanswered, queen Cersei Lannister decides to pay the Starks a visit herself.

Wordcount: 3.5k

Disclaimers: non traditional omegaverse, smut, power play, angst, alpha cersei lannister, omega catelyn stark, cheating

Note: so literally no one asked for this but here it is anyway :D

as usual smut after asterisks, enjoy !

In truth, Catelyn had never once encountered a welcome feast that was quite so agonizing.

The evening was moving along slowly and any unease the omega feels has only been amplified by Cersei's relentlessly bold advances.

The alpha had insisted that they sit by each other tonight; knowing Catelyn would have no choice but to oblige her.

The Lady of Winterfell has quickly learnt to regret not disputing the alpha's demand, now she is forced to endure their proximity for a good portion of the feast.

The alpha's scent made it nearly impossible for Catelyn to think or focus on anything else entirely, and everytime their hands brushed, she found herself fighting the urge to seek more of Cersei’s touch.

-

At last, the servants bring out the final course for the night, and Catelyn doesn't hold back a relieved sigh. Auburn locks drift across her face as she lets her head droop; the omega is glad of any reason to conceal her weariness.

Although witnessing this only urged Cersei to reach out for her, tucking a strand of hair behind Catelyn's ear.

Catelyn tenses at the contact, she instinctively glances at Taena, who is sat across the hall. The queen consort is still busy fussing over her young children.

The very children she bore for Cersei.

This realization alone makes Catelyn feel ill. She yearns to retire to her bedchambers, she needs to be alone, at least until morning, once she's amassed the strength to take part in this mummer's farce.

Cersei appears to only take pleasure in her visible discomfort as she speaks her next words. "You look beautiful this evening."

The queen's comment makes Catelyn tense up once more, this time she neglects Cersei's attempt at grabbing her hand.

Despite the blush rapidly creeping up her neck, the omega scoffs.

"Will you stop that?" She hisses, and Cersei wears a look of confusion that only manages to enrage the other woman even more. 

"What?" The queen feigns innocence.

"You dare gawk at me whilst your wife is busy tending to the children– your children." Catelyn challenges through gritted teeth, she then forces a neutral expression when she catches Ned peering their way.

She lifts her goblet up to her lips, allowing a large swig at an attempt to mask her agitation.

Cersei scoffs, disinterested in entertaining the omega's grievances.

"I will do as I please, Cat. I am the queen." The alpha claims boldly, and Catelyn just barely suppresses the urge to roll her eyes.

Cersei is just as impossible now as she was in their youth.

Catelyn shifts uncomfortably in her seat once more– she can hardly endure this any longer. The alpha proves to be as much a temptation as she is an irritant.

She must leave.

However, just as the omega had mustered the strength to rise from her seat, Cersei speaks with her voice raised, suddenly beckoning for their daughter. "Sansa, come here little dove." 

Catelyn is now tense for an entirely different reason, she glares at Cersei as she anxiously attempts to read the alpha's next move.

As always, the queen's intentions leave Catelyn perplexed.

Cersei is virtually impenetrable. She is unpredictable and impossible to decipher.

Qualities Catelyn once found admirable has now become something she can hardly stomach. 

She loves Cersei, and she hates her the same. 

-

Sansa stands before the queen dutifully, her manner sweet and innocent.

Their daughter only speaks once spoken to.

"Your dress, it is very pretty.. Did you make it?" Cersei asks, and the way Sansa visibly beams at her sire's interest makes Catelyn ache.

"Yes I did, Your Grace." Sansa responds, clasping her hands together at an attempt to conceal her excitement.

"Such a talent, I hope you'll make something for me." The queen returns with a disarming smile.

The young girl's grin covers her face as she nods in response. "I will, Your Grace." 

Catelyn feels the alpha clasp her hand underneath the table, this time she allows it to happen; despite herself.

"Your mother and I spent our youth together, did you know that?" The alpha admits, and Sansa is now wide eyed as she looks to her mother.

Catelyn forces a light chuckle, masking the gnawing feeling in her belly. Sansa's obvious curiosity weighs heavily on her, no doubt the young girl will want to know more.

But before the omega can attempt to address her daughter, Cersei elaborates.

"She was always better than me with a needle, I suppose I was more competent with a sword." The queen continues, this time Sansa produces a good natured chuckle of her own, genuine intrigue covering the young girl's features.

"The other ladies at court would poke fun at me, but your mother, she was always kind." Cersei adds, her hand still firmly holding Catelyn's underneath the table.

Sansa gaped in child-like manner as she responds. "Really?"

The alpha nods, a wistful smile tugs on the corners of her mouth.

For a fleeting moment, Catelyn wonders if the alpha was fighting back tears of her own. "Yes. and I see you take after her in a lot of ways.. don't ever lose that heart of yours, Sansa.

"It is a rare and precious thing." The alpha declares, and Catelyn heart clenches painfully in her chest.

Sansa remains none the wiser as she nods once more. "I understand, Your Grace." 

A pregnant pause fills the air between them before Catelyn sucks in a shaky breath as she pries her hand out of Cersei’s grip. "Sansa, the hour has grown late. Will you check on your brothers? Make sure they get to their bedchambers safely. Rickon, he enjoys wandering off when your father and I aren't watching."

Sansa's smile falters at that, but she keeps her thoughts to herself as she nods. "Yes, mother." 

Once the young girl takes her leave, there is only a tense silence, before Cersei speaks again. "What a fine young woman she's grown to become. Sansa truly is the best of us both."

Catelyn bites in the inside of her cheek as unshed tears begin to restrict her vision once more.

She has wanted this; for so long she wished to hear Cersei acknowledge their daughter openly. Yet now that it is finally happening, she feels nothing but a deep resentment, and sorrow. 

It is not enough, and far too late.

Catelyn scoffs, indignant, as she rises from her seat, she speaks her parting words. "Your impertinence truly knows no limits, my queen.”

The omega ignores Cersei's attempts at stopping her as she pushes through the crowd; she doesn't stop walking until she makes it out of Winterfell's great hall. 

The cold air meets her like a slap in the face, but it is a welcomed sensation, as it helps expel most of the alpha's scent that has managed to cling onto her for the past few hours.

Catelyn wraps her sheepskin shawl around herself as she continues to walk, the omega does not stop until she reaches the bedchambers she shares with Ned.

She shuts the door, stripping herself of her scarf before settling in front of the large fire currently burning in the hearth.

Catelyn stands for a while, as she warms her hands. Once she stopped shaking from the cold, the omega wrapped her arms around her own frame  and it was only then she allowed her tears to fall freely.

A beat passes and she is forced to choke back a sobs when she hears the heavy wooden door opening. The omega sighs, mentally readying herself to face Ned as she hears the click of the latch locking in place.

Footsteps approach and Catelyn's breath catches in her throat. She had anticipated the harsh brutish touch of her husband, and yet, it never came. What she feels instead is something much better: a warm, practiced embrace. 

Cersei's presence envelops her senses, and it only makes the omega sob. She doesn't suppress the urge this time, leaning into the alpha's embrace willingly.

Catelyn despises how comfortable she feels within the queen's arms. 

With Ned, she always found it difficult to be at ease; he handled her in a way that made her feel small; not protected.

“You cannot be in here.” Catelyn protests weakly, and as expected, Cersei ignores it.

“Why do you weep?” The queen's words are accompanied by the feeling of her arms tightening around Cat's frame.

“I– I just–” The omega struggles to find the words; a decade's worth of thoughts and feelings left unsaid.

“Tell me.” Cersei coaxes gently, brushing the other woman's hair back so she may kiss her neck.

Catelyn sighs at the contact, her resolve weakening with every new gesture.

“All I ever wanted was to be with you.” The omega admits, and she senses the way Cersei studies her expression.

“I am here now.” The queen concedes, placing another tender kiss against Cat's jaw.

“Come to King's Landing, and you can be with me properly.” Cersei suggests, wiping the tear that has managed to make its way down Catelyn's cheek.

The omega then shakes her head in frustration, turning to face Cersei properly– the queen merely shifts her hands down towards her waist, but she fails to release her; and Catelyn does not want her to.

“You want me to come to King's Landing and serve as your hand, and what else? Your whore?” Catelyn spat, but the alpha's composed demeanor remains unchanging, if not softening ever so slightly.

“You don't have to serve as anything, just be with me.” Cersei remarks, cupping the other woman's face in her calloused hands.

Catelyn's eyes flutter shut for a moment, she makes the feeble attempt at shoving the alpha away with a hand on her chest. “It is not that simple and you know it.” 

“Is it not?” Cersei challenges, leaning into the other woman's touch purposefully.

*

Catelyn doesn't say anything else, her gaze shifts towards Cersei's mouth as her grip on the alpha's collar tightens. Before she can consider it properly, her lips crash against Cersei's for a desperate kiss.

Their mouths move against each other continuously, and the alpha pulls a whimper out of Catelyn as she slips her tongue into her mouth.

As one of Cersei's hands remains on her waist, Cat redirects the other towards the small of her back.

Cersei obliges, and soon it feels as though no time has passed. Suddenly they are girls again; every light touch and caress sets both of their bodies aflame.

As the kiss intensifies, the alpha's hand moves lower. Cersei earns another light moan as she squeezes Catelyn's rear.

The queen now confidently breaks away, leaning down to kiss the swell of the other woman's breasts.

“Cersei–” Catelyn mutters breathlessly as she grips a fistful of golden curls, an attempt to tug the queen's head back.

“We can't, not here– Ned, he might come in.” She states, although her effort at voicing the concern sounds half-hearted at best.

“He won't. I bolted the door.” Cersei remarks swiftly.

The queen's response is entirely expected, and yet, Catelyn struggles to find an argument. She doesn't say anything else, but she doesn't kiss Cersei again either.

**

The alpha now wears a strained look, one of need and desperation as she grabs Catelyn's hand, guiding it to the bulge over her breeches. “Do you feel that? How much I want you.. I missed you, Cat. So much.” 

The omega gasps as her palm makes contact with Cersei's erection. The feeling of it against her hand, accompanied with the alpha's gaze makes it nearly impossible for her to think clearly.

At this moment Catelyn has to actively fight the urge to bare her neck, and let the alpha take her. 

Cersei has been testing her restraint all night, in truth. She is certain the alpha enjoys seeing her come apart because of her; but she refuses to give her the satisfaction. 

At least, not yet. 

Catelyn decides that she wants Cersei to work for what she wants, even if only for a short while.

“Is this really for me?” She proceeds to taunt, purposefully squeezing the other woman's cock in her hand. The low grunt she manages to extract from Cersei only works to excite her.

“Yes, my sweet. You make me insane.” Cersei responds. Her voice strained with arousal as she bucks her hips against the omega's hand, urgently seeking more friction.

Catelyn hums in response, she revels in the alpha's desperation for a moment longer before speaking again.

“Tell me, then. Tell me what you want.” She coaxes as she leans closer to kiss Cersei's jaw, her hand still firmly pressed against her hardness.

“I want– I want to make love to you, like I used to. I want to touch.. and kiss all the parts of your body you had once reserved only for me.” The queen says and Catelyn's heart clenches at the admittance.

The longing she feels is swiftly followed by an ache in her core that she can no longer ignore. 

“I never stopped being yours, Cersei. Not once.” The omega utters, finally closing the gap between them to kiss her lover again.

“Touch me, please.” Catelyn breathes in between open mouthed kisses. “I ache for you, my alpha.” She pleads, and Cersei loses what is left of her resolve.

The queen kisses Catelyn's neck hungrily, groping at her chest before working to unlace her bodice. 

She helps Catelyn slip out of it quickly before assisting the omega with her gown. As the fabric pools to the floor beneath her feet, Cersei meets her halfway, stripping herself off her own tunic.

Now standing half naked before her, Catelyn begins to trace her fingers across the alpha's toned torso, her lips parted; as though entranced by the sight. 

Catelyn then finds Cersei's bulge once more, she palms at it greedily, earning another guttural noise from alpha. 

“Gods– come here.” Cersei instructs as she tugs on the omega's arm, guiding her towards the bed. 

Cersei stops by the edge, unlacing her breeches in haste. Her gaze never leaves Catelyn as she does so. 

“Take that off.” She commands, and the omega removes her smallclothes as she is told, without protest.

Catelyn now stands bare and wanting, her chest heaving with anticipation. Her breath soon catches in her throat as she feels Cersei pull her in by the waist, capturing her mouth with her own for another searing kiss.

She can now feel the tip of the alpha's erection pressing up against her stomach, and Catelyn almost feels a sense of humiliation. What they are doing feels unseemly, utterly indecent, and still– it exhilarates her.

She wants the alpha to take her, as she used to.

“Please, Cersei, take me. Take what's yours.” Catelyn pleads, her voice reduced to a whine.

Cersei looks at her in a way that makes the omega want to cower. Yet it sends a thrill up her spine all the same. 

The queen places a tender kiss on her cheek before stepping back to sit on the edge of the bed.

Catelyn does not need to be instructed any further, she straddles Cersei's lap and does so eagerly. Her wet heat now flush against the alpha's shaft.

She lets out a shuddering gasp as Cersei's mouth makes contact with her sensitive breasts. Now taken over by her desires, she begins to grind against the alpha's lap wantonly. 

“Fuck– you are so wet.” Cersei groans at the sensation, her grip on Catelyn's waist tightening.

“I need you, please.” Catelyn begs again, bracing her hands on the alpha's shoulders. 

Cersei places one last kiss in between the other woman's breasts before reaching down to grab the base of her own shaft. She lines the tip of her cock up to Catelyn's entrance, but she doesn't push herself in just yet. 

“Go on, my sweet. Show me how much you need me. I want to feel it.” She asserts.

With the alpha's guidance, Catelyn finally lowers herself onto her cock. 

The cry that escapes her is involuntary. The omega stills for a moment, trying to get used to the heady feeling as Cersei fills her to the hilt.

The alpha feels so thick and hard inside of her, Catelyn senses she might reach her peak already. 

“Show me, my good girl.” Cersei demands once more, and all the omega manages is a whimper in response as she begins to move against Cersei's lap.

Catelyn moans aloud every time the alpha's cock hits just the right spot within her. Cersei's shaft is so large that she can feel every twitch and pulse, and it pushes her even closer to the edge.

The omega grows more emboldened with every passing moment; she soon begins to bounce on the other woman's shaft, gasping in pleasure every time the tip is pressed into her womb.

“Gods– you are perfect.” Cersei praises, her hands begin kneading the omega's breasts as she allows her to take her pleasure from her.

Catelyn wants to speak, but all that manages to leave her is a strained mewl.

Amidst the intense ecstasy she is experiencing, her gaze shifts towards the reading chair in the far corner; one that belongs to her husband.

Any shame Catelyn ought to feel is dulled in this moment. She should be remorseful; but she isn't.

The fact is, it was never like this with Ned. He never understood how to touch her, or what she enjoyed.

It has never once been like this with him.

Cersei groans as Catelyn suddenly steadies her movements into a slow grind against her cock once more. The feeling of the omega's walls clenching desperately around her girth accompanied by the lewd noises that fill the room nearly makes the alpha lose all of her restraint. 

Catelyn is just as incoherent, her gasps and moans coming more frequently now as her hips jerk in an uncontrolled rhythm. 

“Are you close?” Cersei asks, already knowing the answer. 

A faint smirk tugs on her mouth as she watches the omega nod, Catelyn wears a strained expression, her gaze unfocused. “Yes, I- I'm close.” 

Cersei then decides to heighten her lover's climax even further, she places a firm hand on the small of Catelyn's back before thrusting her hips up against the omega, driving her cock deep and hard inside of her, over and over. 

“Cersei–” Catelyn cries out, her hands blindly grasping at the alpha in an effort to steady herself. 

The queen winces as her lover grabs ahold of her curls harshly. Although, this only urges her to fuck the other woman harder.

With one more thrust and then another, Catelyn's body trembles uncontrollably, a loud, unrestrained moan leaves her as she reaches her peak, her head thrown back in pleasure. 

Cersei lets out a moan of her own as she feels the omega's sudden gush of arousal dripping down her shaft. 

Catelyn's body grows slack immediately after, her chest is still heaving violently as she rests her head on the alpha's broad shoulder.

“By the Gods–” She mutters weakly, and Cersei seems to find some amusement in her current state, as she chuckles.

“I am not finished with you yet.” The alpha promises, and Catelyn welcomes the shudder that runs through her body.

She eventually regains enough strength to lift her head, the omega proceeds to trail kisses along Cersei's neck and jaw, before eventually meeting the alpha's lips with her own. 

“I love you.” She mutters against Cersei's mouth without thinking too much of it, and the queen's smirk now grows into a real smile.

“I love you too, Cat. I always have.” Cersei declares in return before threading her fingers through her lover's dark hair. 

“Now, get on your hands and knees for me.” The alpha commands, reaching back to pat the bed with her unoccupied hand.

[homosexualgirlandbags]

Villain! Ghost and his sidekick! Soap.

No because guys hear me out so hard right now. Ghost could most definitely be a villain in a fictional world, no? Not one that's full on evil, but he does cause the occasional havoc without anyone dying.

He blows up a warehouse, and it turns out that the warehouse was mistreating his workers. He kidnaps the mayor, turns out he's part of a giant sex trafficking gig.

He wears the mask whilst working too, and not many people know the identity of Simon Riley, café shop owner, and Ghost, the villain. He keeps both lives separate, his evil lair located on the other side of town from where his café is.

Insert Johnny, fresh out of the hero's guild. A wrongly timed shot has taken his ability to do most of what's required of him on the field. And he can't sit still for the life of him, fidgeting constantly.

Apparently heroes are not allowed to prank their boss, despite how grim their jobs are. He was let go not even a month after. His name had faded from public consciousness, and turns out the heroes guild only bothered keeping him for public appearances.

Ok well, his life is screwed now. Jobless and crippled. What was he to do? He groans as he walks into a cafe on the other side of town, intending to spend the rest of the day there so he doesn't feel completely useless rotting in his own apartment.

...Only to look up and see Ghost standing behind the counter, both freezing in their place. The villain's mask was halfway off, and Johnny could see the sliver of scarred skin around his lips.

"Ah'm sorry, you're close?"

Johnny backtracks, glancing at the sign before muttering an apology, walking back out. He doesn't make it more than 3 steps before getting dragged back in by Ghost.

"The fuck do ya think you're doing? Walking off right after that?"

The villain was up close to his face now, and sleep deprivation must have fried his brain. Because instead of fighting back, or gasping at being caught by a villain, he instead grabbed the man by his shoulders.

"You're hiring?"

Ghost blinks, surprised. He had expected for a bribe, or at the very worst, having to run off to another country. Not for the pretty Scot to ask for a job with him.

"Aren't you the sidekick to that one Genie hero?"

He mummers, taking a step away from the Scot. He could feel his eyes still staring into the hand stitch mask on his face.

"Crippled. Heroes don't need a sidekick who can't run now, do they?"

"....what can you do?"

Johnny looked up, glancing at the apprehensive man. He looked almost cautious, yet his hands were offering him a way out of his predicament.

"Uh, explosives and math? I can also work with chemicals if you need me to. Weapons too."

He sounded far too enthusiastic as he spoke, Ghost thinks, listing off the jobs he had done. It didn't dawn on his that this was technically treason, if anything, the man across from him seemed kinder than the cold, motionless walls of the heroes deck.

The next time Ghost was spotted in town, attempting to cause havoc, a new figure was seen next to him, wearing the same mask as they worked.

The use of minor explosives in Ghosts plans increased by 300% that month.

[hhanxue]

"If you only knew what I have seen! Alas, what gloom is there beneath!"

Gwynplaine, sinner number 3. The source of inspiration is the "The Man Who Laughs" novel by Victor Hugo. ***

The heir of an obscenely wealthy Family from District 20, Gwynplaine was kidnapped as a child by the enigmatic Morphos Syndicate—fanatics who believe human flesh should be ‘sculpted’ into art. His memories of his origins were deliberately warped.

They never finished their ‘masterpiece’. Left with grotesque, smile-like scars carved into his face, he escaped alongside another test subject. The two were taken in by an eccentric Bloodfiend, who raised them in the Backstreets, where they survived by performing street theater.

Years later, Gwynplaine stumbled upon his family’s corpses on a rain-gray street. Now, his rage simmers beneath the surface, a quiet storm masked by theatrics—but revenge remains his unspoken creed. *** Intro: "Gwynplaine, a humble mummer of the streets. Now—at thy service, O mine enigmatic patron." Particulars: Strong sense of justice, Thoughtful [A hardworking and diligent sinner, generally compliant but prone to impulsive reactions when witnessing the suffering of others (a frequent sight in the City). In such moments, calm reasoning is the most effective approach. While he tolerates remarks about his appearance and past as a street performer, it is strongly advised not to provoke him excessively—his restraint has limits, and the consequences are… theatrical.] E.G.O: Everlasting Jest ("May the abyss not close over the head of mine...") Sin Affinity: Wrath Facts: - Knows countless conjuring and card tricks. - His manner of speech is somewhat theatrical. - His loathing towards the Wings runs deeper than he cares to admit.

*** And just a little funny thing lol Grenouille's never seen even the simplest tricks, so he's very impressed~

[willtheweaver]

Details below:

Mari Lwyd- Likely a holdover from Wales’s Celtic past, Mari Lwyd is a skeletal horse who goes door to door, challenging people to a duel of verses. Should the homeowner run out of poetry, they must let Mari Lwyd in and treat the specter to the best booze.

Yule Goat- This lone wanderer of Nordic origins takes the form of a goat and travels from house to house, telling rude stories, and hard truths about the people inside. The Yule goat and their ill words can be removed from the house with an offering of food and drink. Today most people will only encounter straw goat effigies, such as the Gavlebocken( which will likely not burn this year, but it is currently being devoured by birds)

Mummers- Masked vagabonds, Mummers communicate either with mumbles, or in song and rhyme. They would ‘entertain’ homeowners with music, or by playing rigged games (gambling with loaded dice is a popular option). These shadowy characters can be placated with food and drink.

Wren hunters- seeing a pattern here? Many of these figures associated with Christmas have their roots in Europe’s pagan traditions. These figures often are associated with death and darkness-two things in abundance in winter. Offerings are made in hope that they and all bad things will go away, and that brighter times will come .The wren hunters are no exception. Coming from Ireland, this would be a group of people who go out hunting for the ‘king of birds’. Afterwards, they go door to door singing and begging for a penny, and (you guessed it), food and drink.

Lord of Misrule- Enough with all the dark thoughts; this last Christmas figure is much more cheerful. Medieval and Tudor England had the tradition of appointing one individual to be in charge of the celebrations. Everyone, from the royal court to the humblest village would have a Lord of Misrule, and being appointed was a great honor (not to mention naughtily subversive in a time where the social hierarchy was strictly enforced)

[callunavulgaris]

Fairy folk make merry beneath the starlight on a chilled autumn evening. Their heads adorned in home-grown horns, in branches of oak, & ripening autumn berries. Skin the shade of dry earth illuminates a glistening green in the fire light as they juggle and dance. A walnut sprite makes an appearance, as does a prince clothed in the face of a leaf. Masked mummers pounce from the shadows, spooking one another & fleeing beneath the forest canopy which drops a carpet of jewel-like leaves onto the cool, crisp earth.