#always a complete delight 💕

[uchispeach]

Killer

Dark! Bully! Rafe Cameron x Fem! Reader

Warnings: NON CON, SMUT, rough sex, manhandling & degradation, choking, breeding kink, bullying, violent & abusive behavior, Mean! Rafe, Bully! Rafe…

A/N: Sorry for disappearing, I’ve just had a shit ton of family problems. I hope I can update a bit faster from now on! ALSO lmk if you want this to become a series! 💕

A laugh, dripping with mockery, echoed through the vast room, sparking a ripple of chuckles and whispered insults from the nearby group of boys.

Rafe Cameron’s body stretched lazily in the chair, making it seem almost comically small under his heavy frame. Even with his limbs sprawled out in complete relaxation, the outline of his hard muscles pressed against his shirt, as if daring to break free at any moment. You couldn't deny he looked attractive, exuding an undeniable magnetism in that confident, almost predatory pose, his new buzz cut only amplifying the arrogance that oozed from him. But that ugly, smug smirk? It made your bones ache and your throat dry up in ways you couldn’t explain.

His eyes, the color of storm clouds, lingered on yours with a deliberate intensity, delighting in your discomfort, relishing in every flinch and subtle shift of your gaze. You turned away, hoping your disinterest would bore him eventually, but you knew it wouldn’t.

No matter how hard you focused on the lecture, his presence was like an intrusive, constant drill on your brain—his burning gaze a distraction that gnawed at your senses. How naive had you been to think he'd ever leave you alone? Every time you raised your hand in class, you could count on him to whisper some stupid joke under his breath. How foolish had you been to think he would ever stop tormenting you? This sick dynamic between you two had been a game since childhood, and if anything, he seemed to thrive on it.

His once-small fingers had grown long and strong -now covered in silver rings. Those same digits that used to tangle on your hair and pull from it until your scalp burned in pain. His legs were now far longer, but they had always been longer than yours, outpacing you as they chased you through the school halls in all infant and adolescent years, always with the aim of making you stumble and fall to your knees. But his mouth had never changed. It had only sharpened, evolving into something far more dangerous.

You’d convinced yourself you were above all of it. Charleston had felt like a fresh start, and you’d thought the Pogue curse might finally be something you could outrun. But when Rafe Cameron showed up once more, everything you’d built: your confidence, your peace of mind—began to crumble, piece by piece, until there was nothing left but the raw, unresolved tension between you.

You were studying to be a teacher, the first in your family to receive a scholarship that promised a brighter future. Your days were filled with lesson plans, textbooks, and the weight of academic expectation. Every second of your time was accounted for as you worked tirelessly to carve out a new path for yourself, one that didn't involve being brought back to the past or the memories of him. You didn’t have time for distractions, certainly not for him. But here he was, always lurking just at the edges of your life, a dark cloud you couldn’t escape.

Rafe was studying for an MBA, the complete opposite of you, and yet fate had forced you into a shared class. You would’ve done anything to avoid him, but trapped in between those fours walls, mere meters away from him - it just seemed impossible.

And there he was, at your left, staring with a look of sick pleasure every time he found you trying to focus. His presence was suffocating, like the air itself became dense with his attention. His words, the snide remarks whispered under his breath, were like a weight on your chest, making every breath harder to take.

He harassed you constantly in that class—every. single. time. Without fail. No matter how much you tried to bury yourself in your notes, no matter how hard you tried to ignore his mocking chuckles, his eyes always found you, always zeroed in on your every move. He’d challenge you with pointless questions, make stupid comments about your work, his voice dripping with condescension. But it didn’t stop there. His reach extended beyond the classroom, following you into the hallways, his tall frame casting a shadow that would make your stomach turn. He would appear out of nowhere, as though drawn to you by some sick fixation, and make his presence known with a smirk or a taunt, forcing you to look up from your books, to meet those stormy eyes full of wickedness.

He would ‘accidentally’ bump into you, making your school supplies fall over. He licked his lower lip when you bent over to pick the mess up. His front would get dangerously close to your back in any queue, sometimes getting bold enough to grind slightly against you. He would move you around like a rag doll, always putting his huge palm on your ass to push you to the side. Still, there was nothing as uncomfortable as having his dirty eyes scanning you from head to toe at any given time - he licked his lower lip in amusement, making your cheeks grow hotter.

You’d always hoped, prayed, that once the class ended, he’d disappear—vanish into his own world and leave you to yours. But you were wrong. Every time the teacher dismissed you, and you gathered your things to leave, he’d be right there, waiting. It was like clockwork. His long, strong fingers would slide into the pockets of navy trousers, the scent of his manly cologne wafting over you in an intoxicating way. His gaze would follow you as you tried to make a clumsy exit, his footsteps closing the distance between you with every passing second. You hated that you could never outrun him. Hated how he always found a way to corner you.

And just as you thought you might make it out of the door, safe, free—he’d appear at the threshold, standing in your way with that damn smirk of his, a look that seemed to promise nothing but trouble.

“Leaving so soon?” His voice would slither through the air like poison.

Your heart would pound in your chest, but you’d force your eyes to look anywhere but at him, hoping and praying, that maybe, just maybe, today would be the day he’d leave you alone. But you knew better. You always knew better.

And now, you could feel it again; the familiar pressure of his presence, creeping closer, dark and inevitable.

“What’s that I’ve heard?” He scratched his head while pressing his brows together, pretending to be deep in thought. “…Oh, right” Now, enlightened; he stepped forward. Your almost wobbly legs did their best on distancing themselves -though, they weren’t allowed much movement after hitting a desk.

The back of your knees stung against the protruding piece of wood. “You tryna leave…study abroad, right?” Your eyes peeled in horror, and you hid in yourself as much as you could when his tall frame overpowered yours. “No, no. Look me right in the eye.” He clicked his tongue in disapproval. Without any hesitation, his cold rings found their place under your chin, burying in your skin when lifting up your face. “How-how do you know?” Your stuttering made him smile -predatory grin adorning his harsh features. “Everyone thinks you’re smart…” The pain on your neck amplified at the uncomfortable position.

“…But I think you’re just a dumb bitch.” He spat at you. Tone as rough as the domineering grip on your jaw. “…Bragging left and right - you really thought I wouldn’t find out?” He shook you with erratic movement. The pain you felt under his digits distracted you from a perverted knee slowly opening its way between your legs.

His unruly eyes took a break from tormenting yours as he admired your skirt’s fabric draping over your thighs. The blond snob flashed you his hungry canines while biting into his lower lip.

The horror only amplified when a sharp thrust attacked your clothed sex. His impatient knee continued to roughly rub against the cotton underwear, cruelty reflected on the fast pace. “Ha. Would you look at that? The dirty slut is getting wet!” You whined in disgust when Rafe pressed harder on the soaked circle.

The scarce dignity you thought you held was harshly stripped from you. On his arms you were nothing but a squeaky toy he got to bite and squeeze whenever he desired, and little by little you felt victim to a raw resignation.

The next thing you sensed was his palm abandoning your neck and moving onto your meaty thighs. He gave the flesh a squeeze, followed by a lusty groan leaving his pinkish lips.

Your mind tried to wander away, but the situation was just too much; too much stimulation everywhere, too much heat coming from his larger body, too much degradation directed your way in mean words and touches, too much torturous pressure applied to your virgin cunt and too much pawing at your unexplored parts.

The next thing your brain registered was a rip. The sound of something being torn apart, and if you didn’t see the light fabric pooling around your feet, you could’ve almost swear it was the noise your spirit made when breaking in half. “And I was thinking about making it nice for you…fucking you on a bed of roses or some corny shit.” He talked with nothing but mockery, while leaning onto your chest. “But I guess you prefer it when I treat you like a cheap whore.” The Cameron boy finished it off with a chuckle, his muscles flexing hard under the rumbling laugh.

You wanted to contradict him, defend your honor and pull him off of you, but all protests got stuck in your throat when he took you by it and slammed your upper body against the desk. The rigid wood wasn’t welcoming. Your head spinned uncontrollably at the beast-like hit.

The lack of oxygen didn’t stop you from hearing him unbuckling his pants. Panic grew louder as you heard his clothes falling to the Classroom’s floor. Worries clouded you in a tumultuous storm, and you did your best to cover yourself up when the only layer covering your vulnerable hole was pushed to the side. “Open your fucking legs or I’ll break your useless skull!” He demanded in a crazied tone, ripping your limbs apart and throwing them over his shoulders.

“Please, don’t.” Your eyelids squeezed together, shielding your irises from looking at the violating scene. “That’s right, beg me” Warm breath imposed itself above your slit, followed by a warmer liquid dripping down your folds. “Gotta make it wetter…I don’t want you breaking at the first use.” Even though your sight was all black, you could imagine his satisfied grin decorating that diabolically handsome face.

You tried pulling away when a foreign limb rubbed against your sex, desperate to be let in. “Rafe, no-” You were cut short by your own screams, eyes peeled open at the feeling of his cock entering all at once.

“Fuck! Tight ass pussy.” He sounded in heaven, palms manhandling your knees to your chest while pounding ruthlessly into you.

The rest of your body went numb, being rocked up and down at the bestiality of the boy’s attack. His groans and moans overpowered your miserable sobs. Your withering form contrasted his blessed expressions, pure passion exuding from his now sweaty body.

“Your whorish cunt is squeezing the shit out of me…she doesn’t want me to leave!” He continued to talk while creating some deeply loud wet noises.

Your neck and waist’s skin burned under his cutting rings and the unsolicited friction of his grip that kept you still. Your ears got lost at the multiple pet names he called you, as well as the dirty sentences of encouragement he occasionally threw your way.

After almost an hour of feeling him impale you on his dick, you grew tired of screaming and crying, now reduced to quiet whimpers and even quieter pleas. “Stop-” He did the opposite to that, toned pelvis slapping hard against you as his tip bruised your cervix in persistent thrusts.

The cries that left your esophagus were now primal and raw, long nails holding onto his huge back. “That’s right, cry for me. You fucking deserve it!” That only made the tears fall faster down your cheeks, reaching your mouth on a salty taste.

And when his movements finally went sloppy and his member felt softer, your suffering only sharpened. “Tell me you love me” He barked at your face, drops of unintentional spit hitting your distressed face.

You thought you heard wrong, that between his chocking, and suffocating weight your brain had imagined the unimaginable. “Tell me you love me!” His features tensed, making a vein pop on his front.

Was Rafe Cameron asking for words of affirmation from you? Was the same guy who just butchered your purity asking you for your heart? Or was it just another inhumane prank? Another limit of yours he wanted to cross?

Clearly you took to much time thinking and not acting because the next thing you felt was the blond burying impossibly deeper into your core and making you know a new level of uncomfortability. “Tell me you fucking love or I’ll come inside you.” The light on the room was vast, you were sure of it. Such an elite university could only have the best illumination for its elitist students; still, his burly body completely covered yours.

His sharp jaw and eyes were enhanced by the darkness found in his stare. “I-” He trembled lightly in excitement at your shaky voice. “I love you.” You finally decreed, unknowingly sealing your fate.

His smile was like nothing you saw before, too devilish and twisted you actually doubted smiling was ever a nice gesture. And when you felt a dense liquid flooding your womb in overwhelming warmth, you swore you could see the devil in his eyes.

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[moodymisty]

just throwing in a last minute request for anything angsty, fluffy or smutty with dorn (bonus points if you can roll all three into one aha) :3 💕

Author's note: I like Dorn :) Heavily inspired by Pluvio's newest Dorn fic. Relationships: Rogal Dorn/Fem!Reader Warnings: NSFW flashback, and some posh gossip

You've forgotten the amount of times someone has asked you about Dorn. Both this evening and in general.

They always ask about how lonely it must be. Wife of the Praetorian. Wife of 'The Wall', less tactful men tend to say, commissars who have served just enough time around him to know his personality but yet still feel bold enough to gossip.

Sometimes people will lean inward and raise their eyebrows, curl their shoulders forward, wondering if they can get a hint. If you are displeased with your marriage; If you perhaps have another for when those weeks turn to months, and Dorn continues to place you at the bottom of his duties.

"Well, I do hope it doesn't get too cold out on Inwit alone."

A quaint lady and her lord spin glasses of wine, wanting to dig into the juicy innards of your relationship after the pleasantries about the construction of your gown were finished.

A delightful thing it was; Gold, of course. You'd wear scant nothing else in terms of color other than Gold and Imperial Fist yellow at such formal events, but it didn't matter in the end. Talking to the Lady Dorn of the Imperial Fists was a rare treat, and tidbits were oh so tempting. You rarely attend these sorts of things, your husband and his men even less.

You think he's only even been to a few, and Dorn usually keeps to himself when he does. His men are usually posted around the entrances- or the food. They are quite fond of when these events have large stacks of meat, but find little joy in anything else. Once the table has been cleared of anything they find delectable, they usually stomp back to the various points of entry and post there until they are allowed to leave.

However you are far less intimidating than your Lord Husband's men in the eyes of fellow baselines, and closer to the Praetorian in ways they find intriguing, so they pry and pry for more and more- looking for less so military secrets and more quaint gossip. Not to say they don't try for any of the former, however.

A moment before this the lady had made the slightest hint towards you being unsatisfied with your husband leaving you aside for so long, and your mind quickly wandered off into recent memory.

The furs were so warm against your skin; Soft, in contrast to the wall of unyielding muscle that held you firmly in place. Your face laid against the pelts while your ass was positioned upward, as high as it would go. Back swept in such a sharp angle you body laid completely helpless, at mercy to Dorn's ruthlessness.

Drool dribbled from your mouth and stained those furs, matting one of the many of them you had. Your chambers on Inwit were lined with them; Your chambers on The Phalanx had even more. As a baseline, your ability to withstand the harsh colds of Inwit was vastly lower than Dorn and his men, and so blankets and cloaks were one of the things your lord husband would often requisition for you.

The bed creaked under the weight of a primarch, and the room was filled with the sounds of moans and whimpers, the slapping of skin on skin, and heavy, quiet grunts.

Dorn rarely ever made a noise during such things, not more than a strenuous grunt as his hips piston forward, or a heavy, quiet groan when he would first shove himself into your tight heat.

His cock drove into you deep enough that it felt like he was pushing into your stomach, balls slapping against your clit. Everything felt so hot, your heart pounded in your chest with your heavy breathes as each time his cock dragged against your inner walls it brought you that much closer to your peak.

One of his hands wrapped around your waist- the sheer size of it covered so much he didn't need the other. That one held his body up by pressing into the bed beside you, trapping you in a cage of body heat. Your skin felt hot, and each time Dorn hammered into you and made a mess of your cunt just a bit more, you skin felt like it got even hotter. You couldn't even speak, it had been months and the two of you were content to simply keep the room to nothing but noises. Dorn could be poetic at times, surprisingly so, but not always.

Because in a way, during these rare moments he perhaps has more in common with the beasts he had hunted and skinned for you, than anything else. But once he's done, the only way you'll be able to tell that his exterior cracked for a moment is the aches and pains he leaves behind.

Dorn is very much like Inwit's vast mountains of ice; Stiff and emotionless.

He will never hold your hand so daintily, never guide you down a flight of stairs, never bequeath to you a million pet names. In some ways, he doesn't feel like a husband at all. But behind the safety of complete privacy, you see just enough. You don't need all of it. At least that's what you tell yourself. Maybe one day the gilded palace he keeps you in won't be enough, but for now, it's just fine.

You remember the lady had asked you a question, and wave her off.

"Oh no, it's not too cold at all, actually."

[amirasainz]

Can you write where Yn Alonso is the first time in the paddock and all the drivers meet her. Maybe Fernando is overprotectiv, because Yn is so small?

Please 🙏 🙏 🙏

Enjoy reading and send some requests!!!

-xoxo babygirl 💕

Little bear 🐻

Fernando’s hands were a little sweaty as he held the tiny, warm bundle to his chest, stepping out into the bustling, echoing Formula 1 paddock. Today was a big day. His 12-month-old daughter, Yn, was joining him at the track for the first time ever. He had always been hesitant to bring her—concerned about the noise, the cold, the chaos. But today, he felt… ready. Or at least, he hoped so.

Yn, nestled in his arms, was dressed in the most adorable bear onesie, complete with tiny, fuzzy ears on the hood. He had made sure she was extra warm, her cheeks rosy and round beneath the layers. Fernando had even checked her temperature about five times before leaving the hotel, adjusting her hood, pulling up her mittens, and tugging the onesie down to make sure no tiny toes could feel the chill. But as he walked, the little murmurs of other drivers starting to notice her brought a wave of protectiveness over him.

The moment they stepped into the vibrant world of Formula 1, he spotted Carlos approaching. Carlos's face lit up when he saw Yn, and he immediately knelt down to her level.

“¡Hola, pequeña!” Carlos greeted warmly in Spanish, his voice softening to a coo. “You’re so cute! Look at that little bear suit!” Yn giggled, mesmerized by Carlos's animated expressions. He reached out a hand, and she instinctively grabbed it, her tiny fingers wrapping around his finger.

“¡Eres un encanto!” he chuckled, his heart melting at her innocent gaze. “Do you like it here? Your dad’s going to show you all the fast cars soon!”

Fernando watched, a protective eye on Yn as she babbled happily to Carlos. “She likes you,” he admitted with a small smile, though his instinct to be cautious never wavered.

Just then, Charles approached, his own smile broadening when he saw Yn. “Hey, Fernando! Is this your little princess?” he asked, kneeling down next to Carlos.

“Yes, Charles. This is Yn,” Fernando introduced proudly but still a little hesitant.

“Bonjour, Yn!” Charles said, his voice cheerful and melodic. He reached out and gently took her from Fernando’s arms, cradling her securely. “Do you want to take a nap? You look a bit sleepy.”

Yn yawned adorably, and before Fernando could intervene, Charles gently rocked her back and forth, humming a soft tune. Within moments, Yn’s eyelids grew heavy, and she nestled against Charles, who looked at Fernando with a grin.

“She really is precious, Fernando,” he said, his voice low to avoid waking her. “You’re doing great.”

“Thanks, Charles,” Fernando replied, feeling his heart growe ten times for the love he held for his daughter. He watched as the other drivers began to gather, curious about the little girl.

Lewis stepped forward, his trademark smile making an appearance. “Look at that little one! Isn’t she the sweetest?” he said, kneeling down and waving at Yn, who stirred slightly but didn’t wake up.

“Lewis, be careful. She’s still sleeping,” Fernando warned, his protective instincts kicking in again.

“Don’t worry, I’ll be gentle,” Lewis replied, his voice soothing. He reached out and gently stroked Yn cheek, making her eyes flutter open, a radiant smile spreading across her face as she took in the sight of Lewis.

“Dada?” she mumbled sleepily, her little hands reaching out for him, mistaking Lewis for her father.

Fernando chuckled, a warm feeling spreading through him as he saw Yn's delight. “Close enough,” he teased, and Lewis laughed along, his heart warming at the sight of the baby’s big smile.

“Hey there, honey! Want to come play?” Lewis asked, tickling her chin gently. Yn erupted into giggles, her laughter infectious.

Just then, George sauntered over, his eyes lighting up at the sight of the adorable little girl. “Is she trying to eat your hand?” he joked, watching as Yn brought his hand to her mouth, attempting to nibble on George’s fingers like they were the most delicious thing in the world.

“She thinks it’s food!” Fernando laughed, though he quickly moved closer, ensuring George didn’t mind. “Just be careful, George. You might lose a finger.”

“Oh, she’s gentle!” George replied, clearly charmed. “I’d let her eat my hand any day. Right, Yn? You’re my favorite little monster!” he said, making a playful growl that sent Yn into another fit of giggles.

“Don’t encourage her,” Fernando said, shaking his head with a smile. The scene was heartwarming, a perfect moment of joy in the usually intense paddock.

Lando joined the group, his energy palpable. “What’s all this laughter about? I need to be part of it!” he exclaimed, kneeling beside Yn, who immediately beamed at him.

“Hey, little bear! Do you want to see something really funny?” Lando asked, making a silly face and flapping his arms like a bird. Yn laughed uncontrollably, her giggles echoing through the paddock, and Lando kept up his antics, pulling faces that made her laugh even harder.

Fernando couldn’t help but chuckle along, his heart swelling with love and pride as he watched the other drivers showering Yn with affection. Yet, as the sun rose higher in the sky, he felt a pang of worry for her well-being.

“Okay, everyone, as much as she loves this, I think it’s time to head inside,” he said, gently taking Yn from Charles's arms. She whimpered slightly, her face scrunching in disappointment, but he quickly pressed a soft kiss to her forehead.

“Just for a little while, Yn. You can’t be out here all day. Let’s go warm up,” he reassured her, feeling a bit of guilt for cutting short the fun. The drivers all nodded in understanding, their faces still glowing with joy from Yn’s infectious laughter.

“Alright, but we’ll need to have another playdate later!” Carlos promised, ruffling Yn’s head as Fernando carefully walked toward the team building.

“Definitely,” Fernando replied, feeling a sense of relief wash over him as he entered the warm interior. “I’ll make sure to bring her back. Thank you, guys, for being so wonderful with her.”

As he stepped inside, Yn’s eyes grew heavy again, and she snuggled closer to Fernando. He sighed contentedly, his worries easing a little. Being a father was a new adventure, and today had been a special chapter in their lives — one filled with laughter, joy, and a glimpse into the world of Formula 1, which he hoped Yn would grow to love just as much as he did.

[solxamber]

Hi! Can I have a request for skully j. graves with a fem reader? (romantic)

Where his s/o wears a clothing style like sally? Since skully clothing is like skellington, she even wore makeup up like sally's! Imagine the couple wears like jack skellington and sally <3

Bonus: reader shyly asked if Sally can make a clothing style like hers AHHHH cute interaction with her 😭💕

Skully J. Graves x reader

I hope it's not too ooc and I hope you like it <3

It’s a crisp, shadowy evening in Halloween Town, and the air practically hums with excitement. The strange blend of mystery and delight is palpable—especially with Halloween just around the corner. You and Skully have been together for a while now, and tonight, you’re ready to take the plunge and ask Sally something you’ve been thinking about for ages.

With a deep breath, you approach Sally as she sits under a gnarled tree, busy at work stitching up a new creation. She hums softly to herself, her needlework delicate and precise. There’s something serene about her, something calming—though, as you sneak a glance back at Skully bouncing on his feet with excitement, you realize not everything about Halloween Town is peaceful.

“Um, Sally?” you call out, walking up with a shy smile. “Can I ask you something?”

Sally looks up from her sewing, her expression warm and welcoming. “Of course. What is it?”

Feeling a bit self-conscious, you fiddle with the hem of your sleeve. “I… I’ve always loved your dress, and your whole look, really. I was wondering if… if you could help me make something similar?”

Sally’s eyes light up with surprise and pleasure. “You want to make a dress like mine?” she asks, setting aside her needle and thread. “I’d be more than happy to help.”

Her excitement makes you feel a bit more comfortable, and you sit down beside her as she explains how she pieces together scraps of fabric and stitches them by hand. She’s patient as she teaches you, her soft voice guiding you through each step.

“It’s all about finding pieces that fit together,” she says, threading a needle with ease. “Just like how you and Skully do. You complement each other well.”

That comment makes you blush, but you smile in return. “Thank you, Sally. This means a lot.”

Sally’s hand gently rests on yours, offering a kind smile. “It’s no trouble at all. I’m just glad you’re making something that feels true to you.”

The next few days are spent working on the dress, with Sally guiding you and encouraging your creativity. And when you finally finish, you feel a sense of pride that matches the joy in your heart. The dress is a patchwork of colors, stitched together like pieces of a story, and it’s perfect. To complete the look, you add a bit of makeup to match Sally’s iconic stitched appearance.

As you step out wearing the dress for the first time, Skully’s reaction is immediate and unmistakable. His wide eyes, slack jaw, and dramatic gasp make you laugh, though his sheer excitement is impossible to ignore.

“My dear,” Skully exclaims, rushing over to you with a flourish. “You… you look absolutely stunning! Truly, a masterpiece! This—this is the most splendid thing I’ve ever seen!”

His excitable energy radiates from him, and his hands flutter around you like he’s unsure where to start with his compliments. “The stitching, the colors, the sheer brilliance of it all!” he continues, twirling you around to get the full effect. “You’ve captured the essence of Halloween Town itself!”

You can’t help but grin at his reaction, feeling the warmth of his admiration. “It’s thanks to Sally,” you say modestly. “She helped me put it all together.”

“Ah, but it’s you who brings it to life!” Skully declares, grabbing your hand and twirling you in a playful spin. “You, my love, are a true artist.”

As the evening continues, the two of you walk hand in hand through Halloween Town, an eye-catching pair with your Jack and Sally-inspired looks. The town’s usual eerie glow seems even more magical tonight, and the townspeople can’t help but notice. Some smile and wave, while others chuckle at Skully’s over-the-top commentary about how “perfectly terrifying” the two of you look together.

When you reach the iconic hill with its curled peak, Skully pauses, his hand still clasped in yours. He turns to you with a wide grin, his excitement now tempered by a softer, more heartfelt emotion.

“I have to say,” he begins, his voice still brimming with energy, “you’ve made this town feel even more magical. It’s always been my home, but with you here, it’s… it’s like the spirit of Halloween itself is stronger.”

His words touch you deeply, and you step closer, resting your head on his chest as he wraps his arm around you. “I feel the same way,” you admit softly. “Halloween Town has never felt more like home than when I’m with you.”

Skully pulls you in tighter, a genuine smile lighting up his face. “We’re quite the pair, aren’t we?” he says dramatically, looking out over the eerie landscape. “The King of Halloween and his perfect Queen.”

You laugh at his flair, though the sentiment warms you from the inside out. You chuckle, your voice filled with affection. “I wouldn’t have it any other way.”

As the two of you stand there, the glow of Halloween Town casting long shadows, you realize that this is where you’re meant to be. With Skully by your side, everything feels like it’s fallen into place—just like the pieces of the patchwork dress you now wear.

And in true Skully fashion, as he sweeps you up into his arms for a grand twirl, you realize that his dramatic flair and excitable nature make every day with him an adventure. A perfect, spooky, and utterly charming adventure.

Masterlist

[slytherizz]

Everything, with you - Sebastian Sallow x F!MC/Reader

Tags/Warnings: 18+ | Breeding Kink | Size Kink | explicit sexual content | Dad!Seb

All tags can be found on Ao3

Summary:

"Watching you carry my children is one of life's greatest pleasures. If it's possible - you're more beautiful now than you've ever been.”

“Do you ever think about…”

“Having another one?”

A/N This works as a stand-alone but if you happened to have read either of my long fics this would sit either after the epilogue of 'Whatever it Takes' or in between the final chapter and the epilogue of 'In the Shadow of Us' (but I omitted the Azkaban references so it works for both). I have literally nothing to say for myself for this one other than...

For the thicc Seb girlies 💕

Dark curly hair tickled the underside of Sebastian's chin as he adjusted his son nestled in his lap. Book resting against his knee which was bent at an awkward and rather uncomfortable angle where he'd managed to cram himself onto Sam's little bed. Sebastian’s neck ached and his left leg was almost completely dead. Not that he minded. He knew his youngest would outgrow this one day, and would no longer need his father to read him fairytales. So Sebastian succumbed easily to Sam’s pleading and let himself be the dutiful mountain against which his son could rest. 

"Now, this word’s a little tricky, so take your time with it,” Sebastian tapped his finger on the page. "What does this say?"

"I'm not sure." Sam frowned. He traced his pudgy finger over the unfamiliar word and along the bright plume of fiery feathers printed in rich shades of red and gold on the page. The enchanted bird ruffled its wings as it clicked its beak attempting to nip at Sam's fingers. Each time the bird squawked soundlessly as he stroked its plumage Sam giggled with delight.

"Sound it out. You see right here? The 'Ph' makes an ‘f’ sound.”

"Like ‘t’ and ‘h’ make a 'the' sound?" 

“Exactly right. Two letters. One sound,” Sebastian said, ruffling his boy's hair proudly. 

Alice, his eldest had always had an uncanny ability to memorise words. Could recall the contents of practically every book he'd ever given her once she’d devoured it. She'd taken great pride in unnerving her primary school teacher by listing every ingredient in ‘A draft of living death’. Which may have seemed like a feat within itself…until she’d insisted on doing it backwards.

His unique form of parenting had been called into question more than once by her teachers but who was he to tell his daughter that ‘most potent potions’ was not appropriate bedtime reading? Restricting her inquisitive mind would be a far greater sin. 

Sam's little mind on the other hand worked like a tinker. Slower it may seem than his sister as he pieced together meaning. But that wasn’t nearly the case. Simply because he liked to fiddle with things more than his sister. Take a word apart and rearrange it before dismantling it again entirely. He picked apart the rules as he learnt them. All whilst, humming sagely from time to time like he was some great philosopher and he wasn't in fact, a boy of four who had spent the morning sulking when there was no honey left in the pantry for his toast.

“Try sounding it out," he encouraged. 

"Fee-nix?" Sam’s brows furrowed slightly the new word unfamiliar and clunky on his tongue. "Pheonix?"

"That’s it. You’re doing well. Now I know you know the rest of it. Reckon you can read the full sentence?” 

"The p-phoenix went up in…smoke?"

"Clever boy!"

Sam turned to look up at Sebastian, puffing out his chest with pride. Sebastian kissed the crown of his head affectionately. Sam burrowed his head into his shirt trying and failing to disguise a yawn against his father's chest. 

Snapping the book closed and placing it on his bedside table. Sebastian scooped him up as he shifted off the small bed placing his son snuggly under the quilt constellations in golden thread adorned its edges. 

“Right, I think that's enough for tonight. Bedtime for you mister.”

“But I'm not tired,” Sam protested. Rubbing his drooping eyelids which did little to rally his father to his plight. Eyes so like his mother's framed under furrowed dark brows. Stubbornness was an inherited trait and with how pigheaded he and his wife could be Sebastian should have known his children would be no different.

“I'm sure you're not,” Sebastian chuckled. Tucking the blankets tighter around his squirming limbs. “But it's already way past your bedtime. If you settle down I’ll put the stars up - How does that sound?”

Sam grinned, nodding his head eagerly as he buried his head deeper into his pillow. Sebastian pulled out his wand. Sam’s eyes lighting up. Glittering as they always get in his eyes when either of her parents performed even the simplest of charms. With an unnecessarily large flourish, Sebastian extinguished the bedside lantern plunging them into darkness. He whispered his modified charm.

Stars small but dazzling began to twinkle into life one by one across the steepled ceiling painting the cosmos across the wooden beams. 

It wasn’t nearly as elaborate as the charm in the Hogwarts great hall that had given Sebastian the inspiration. Not quite a replication of the overcast sky outside, but to Sam’s childlike wonder; his father could conjure the heavens in his bedroom. Pluck the stars from the sky so he could sleep bathed in starlight. 

For all his folly into the persuits into the darker sides of magic - there was no spell more powerful than the ones that made his children’s life a little more magical. 

“Night, Dad.”

***

Undoing the buttons of his shirt Sebastian shucking the material from his shoulders. Wincing as he kneaded at the tight knot that had formed in his neck from too long spent hunched over in his son's small bed. Stretching like a bear ripe from hibernation joints cracking audibly. 

His dark brows lifted in alarm as he caught his reflection in the ornate oblong mirror tucked into the corner of their bedroom. 

Sebastian had always looked like his father. Same bow to their lips, unruly chestnut hair and soft brown eyes like sodden earth after rain. He could practically divine how his features would change using the brushstrokes of the portrait of his parents that hung proudly on the stairs. 

But it was the things that went beyond the superficial that made his parents' old friends stumble on his name and acquaintances double-take in the street as if the dead still walked among them. The determined set of his jaw, the curious glint in his eye. There truly had never been any mistaking exactly who Sebastian’s father was. 

But he didn’t just look like his Dad ; he looked like a Dad.

Not that he'd ever been particularly lean . A stockiness to his frame as all Sallow men carried. Violence practically carved into his marrow. Built more for quidditch or boxing, than for scholarly pursuits he'd always been drawn to; but this was getting out of hand. 

Sebastian frowned at his reflection. Still strong in the trunk in a way that he never minded, especially not with how it elicited such sinful looks from his wife but he had become notably softer around the middle. What had once been a sparse tuft of hair on his chest he’d taken great pride as a lad, was now thick dark hair trailing down his stomach. 

It seemed as unprepared Sebastian had been, stumbling bowlegged and awkwardly into fatherhood, not having nearly enough time with his own to have much to go off; his body had settled far quicker into his new role than he had.

Scratching at the short beard he kept neatly trimmed. Well, for what could pass as neat considering his hair was unruly no matter where it grew. Sebastian twisted and turned, appraising himself from different angles.

When was the last time he'd duelled? Worked up any kind of sweat? 

Perhaps he should consider himself lucky he was in the shape he was. Carrying his children upstairs to bed and lugging stacks of heavy stacks of old manuscripts and attifacts charmed against magical interference around the Department of Mysteries hardly counted as exercise. The closest thing anyone would consider vigorous was fucking his wife. But then again holding her small frame against a wall hardly felt like work. 

He rotated his joints, and the tendons of muscle in his heavy shoulders flexed under freckled skin. An old puckered scar long faded to white across his shoulder now a mere remnant from his past life. Underneath the soft exterior of the doting father he’d become still lurked the shadow of the hellion youth he’d once been. 

Delicate hands slithered around his middle running along the breadth of him stroking at the hair on his chest. Her warm cheek came to rest, nestled between his shoulder blades. Sighing affectionately, her breath tickling his skin. Sebastian leaned into her touch, even after all these years he still felt sparks.

"If you keep scowling your face will get stuck like that,” she chided. Sebastian snorted twisting in her hold to face her. She’d loosened the soft braids she usually wore at her temples so her hair hung loose around her shoulders. She smiled up at him, crooked and his heart stuttered in an unsteady rhythm. 

“Alice, go down without any fuss?”

“Has she ever?” She quirked an eyebrow at him far more amused by their daughters' antics than cross. “Caught her trying to get into your study after I put her to bed - again. Luckily she isn’t half as stealthy as she is mischievous.”

Sebastian grinned at her, arching his eyebrows. “She gets that from you.”

“I think Scribner would have disagreed.” She said rolling her eyes. “But something tells me it's not Alice's nocturnal antics causing that face. Tell me what's wrong my love?" 

Placing a warm hand against his cheek fingers combing through the hair on his chin. He shifted uncomfortably under the weight of her gaze. Failing to suppress the heat he could feel rising in his cheeks most likely staining the tops of his ears. 

"Nothing, Pet. I’m uh-” he hesitated, wincing slightly. Perhaps she hadn’t noticed. And is she hadn't, he was reluctant to point it out. Lest it change the way she looked at him. She was still as radiant the first time he'd laid eyes on her but Sebastian was a far cry from the roguish boy who'd made her heart race. 

He leaned heavily into her hand resting against his chin. Letting the tenderness of her touch and softness of her gaze quell the unease. “Just carrying a bit more timber than I'm used to. I hadn’t noticed how much the years had caught up to me. After two kids and all."

"You’ll always be the same stubborn and reckless boy to me," she wrapped her arms around him tighter. It was only a chaste peck but an inexplicable blush darkened her cheeks as she nibbled on the inside of her cheek contemplatively. Her hands grazed along Sebastian’s freckled shoulders, through the sparse hair on his chest nails scratching softly. "But I must admit…I rather like you like this. Broad. Manly.”

" Oh - Do you now?" he smirked. Admiring the flush that had stained her cheeks at her admission.

Seeming to take an unnatural amount of interest in the pattern of their curtains she averted her eyes blushing deeply. "Yes. I do. And don't let it go to your big head.”

Far too late for that. After all these years she should really have known better. His chest already swelling with pride a smug smile pulling at the corner of his freckled cheeks.

Tugging at the sleeve of her pale blue dress. The cotton slipped away to expose more of her skin. Sebastian snaked his hand around her waist to settle on the small of her back. Ducking his head to pepper kisses along the dip of her shoulder. 

The faint smell of mallowsweet that always clung to her hair far sweeter than any perfume; a herb balm that had soothed and tamed his stubborn heart. Heat rose where he'd exposed her as Sebastian's mouth worked its way down her neck towards her clavicle. Her fingers pressed a little harder into his flesh feeling the tight coils of muscle that still lurked underneath. 

Despite Sebastian's intention of letting his wife thoroughly enjoy the body, she found so desirable. She seemed distracted. Her breathing hitched a little as he grazed his teeth over her delicate throat. Sucking in just a way that would usually drive all the thoughts from her pretty head - that was not the case tonight.

“Besides - it's not like I look the same as I did before Alice and Sam.”

"Mmm, but watching you carry my children is one of life's greatest pleasures. If it's possible - you're more beautiful now than you've ever been.”

“Do you ever think about…”

She trailed off. Mouth opened and closed lamely as she searched for the words her eyebrows furrowed. 

“Having another one?”

The high-pitched and uncharacteristically nervous noise of agreement she emitted made Sebastian pause his efforts to adorn her shoulder with dark love bites which were now blooming like wild grapes. 

It was rare to see his wife nervous. Even rarer still for her mind to be elsewhere when it came to their marital relations. But he could understand her trepidation; it wasn’t as if either of their children had exactly been planned. 

Before either of them were born he often wondered if they should have been parents. Not a single guardian between them to cobble together any semblance of what a parent should be. A trail of lost souls he'd not been able to protect. 

Hazy memories of love weren't exactly a blueprint for success. 

So Sebastian packed those feelings away even before he'd let them fully bubble to the surface. Resigned perhaps to the fact that although she may have fallen in love with the rough-edged boy he’d been; she'd still bore witness to the worst of him. A dark unsightly stain on his soul he kept cloistered away but they both knew would never leave him. Or her.

And why would either of them want to burden a child with him as their father; or her with his last name? It did not do to dwell on something Sebastian never thought he’d be able to have.

Then one day their world shifted and as willfully unprepared as they’d been for it; so did they. 

Alice bloomed in the cracks of space in their lives they hadn’t known something had been missing. But perhaps had always left vacant and wanting for her. 

Sam, followed so shortly after. Alice - barely a year old when they’d realised three would quickly become four. 

By then, Sebastian had put to rest that gnawing anxiety that told him perhaps they should have never been parents. Fatherhood suited him. Soothed an old ache that had been throbbing since the passing of his own and now he wore it like a familiar coat. 

He allowed himself to bask in the elation of their growing family; in a way, he’d not been able to with Alice. Not only taking pride in his wife, who practically glowed more beautiful than he’d ever seen her; but pleasure in watching her stomach swell once again with his child. 

So much in fact, he lamented over the missed opportunity for what it would be like to take her with the sole intention of filling her with life. Could practically taste it every time he felt her unravelling on his cock. Dragged his feet at the apothecary when she asked him to purchase extra dandelion root for her monthly brew in the years that followed.

Already Sebastian could feel his blood rushing south at the thought. Inhaling sharply, calming his heart which was now thumping hard against his sternum as that familiar desire pooled. 

“I love our family. Alice and Sam, are plenty troublesome and we have our hands full as it is,” he began carefully.

Sebastian cupped her chin, shifting her soft gaze to his. The smile he wore, genuine if a little weak. What he said was true. Sebastian did not wish to burden her with making such a decision simply to satisfy his elicit fantasies. He would not begrudge her if she didn’t want another child after she’d given him so much - more than he’d ever let himself hope for. 

But she visibly deflated with his words. “Oh…so you wouldn't want another one?”

“No! I mean- not ‘ no’ . Merlin, it’s quite the opposite. In fact, I think I’ll always want more ,” Sebastian spluttered. Tongue tied and feeling the opportunity slipping through his fingers Sebastian took a breath to right himself. “Neither of us has much in the way of family outside of the one we made for ourselves - each child you give me is the greatest blessing I never thought I’d have. I’d love nothing more than to grow the family that we created.”

“I just want to know you're sure. You don't have to just because I want one.”

“There is nothing within my power that I would not give you. But, trust me love there are other  reasons it appeals to me.” 

“Oh?”

Hands glided down her spine grabbing the soft curve of her backside. Her eyes widened as he pulled her flush against his body where she could feel the growing bulge press against her stomach. Tucking a lock of her hair behind her ear, Sebastian ducked his head to nip gently at her earlobe before he whispered.

“Getting to fuck you purely with the intention of filling you with my seed. Watching you swell with another of my children. Breeding you. ” His voice, a low rumble reverberating from deep in his chest. Domineering. Predatory. Every point his body was pressed against hers felt like a fire that ignited a desire that lay dormant inside him. Desperate to claw its way out. Claim her as his - again . "Wearing the evidence under those pretty dresses of yours for everyone to see. So they know exactly what you let me do to you. Who you belong to.”

A visible shiver ran down her spine. Goosebumps prickling across her skin at the filth of his words. Feeling pressed hard against her stomach exactly how much the idea appealed to him. 

“Sebastian-”

“Tell me you want it and it’s yours,” he murmured huskily against her neck. Nipping at that spot below her jaw he knew made her knees buckle. 

His little witch had never been the obedient sort, as wild and stubborn as a poorly bottled lightning. But after all these years together - Sebastian knew exactly which buttons to push. How to make her laugh so hard her cheeks ached from smiling; a sound so perfect it washed his worries away like a tide. The ones that made rage; burn so fiercely he was reminded she was barely a witch at all but a dragon merely playing at domesticity. 

Most favourably to Sebastian were the ones that turned every rational coherent thought in her head into a blinding fog of lust.

He trailed kisses across her skin, her pulse quickening under the tender brush of his lips. An eager whine slipped from her throat. Hips pushing against his in search of friction to soothe the heat pooling in her abdomen.

“Yes- fuck. Please, I want that. Another baby. Your baby.”

The choked sound that clawed its way out of Sebastian’s throat sounded far from anything human. Somewhere between a groan and a growl. 

Wasting not a second longer he grasped her hips lifting her swiftly as if she weighed nothing at all. Thighs wrapped tightly around his hips as she moulded into him. Heat radiated from her core barely concealed behind the thin fabric of her undergarment. 

Fingers tangling in his hair, she pulled his lips forcefully to hers. Kissing him greedily. Tongue delved between his parted lips as if he were the air she breathed. 

From the way she ground her hips insistently, his wife cared little if it drove him to distraction; she knew there was no way Sebastian would let her fall. 

Carrying her over to the bed to practically launch her down onto the mattress. Hooded eyes, devoured every inch of her husband standing above her. Her dress dishevelled had ridden up to expose the tops of her thighs which squeezed together in anticipation. Sebastian palmed his hard length through biting hard on his lip to stifle a moan.

Her nimble fingers came quickly to fumble with the buttons of her dress. Sebastian batted her hand away with a grunt to tear into them himself. His mouth trailed kisses further down her body with every inch he exposed.

Stopping as in his journey towards her core to pay particular attention to the soft curve of her belly. She whined under every press of his lips against her stomach squirming impatiently under Sebastian with the need for him to fill the womb he worshipped so reverently. 

Sebastian pulled her hips sharply towards the edge of their bed dropping to his knees between her spread legs. Folds already glistening with unrestrained desire. Sebastian ran the tip of his nose through the sparse hairs. The heat of his breath teased against her growing slick. Shivering with anticipation her hips bucked craving - no, needing Sebastian to provide relief to the ache between her legs. 

“Sebastian - please,” she whined. 

“Impatient,” he scolded. Despite his own clothed erection strained against his trousers twitching desperate to be buried inside his wife’s impossibly tight core. But to Sebastian there no more perfect sight than her laid out before him. Bare, flushed and eyes darkened with desire. A nymph from some Greek tragedy he hadn’t tamed; rather merely a disciple come to worship at her altar. “Such a good girl. Already so wet for me.”

Her fingers tangled harshly in his hair hips bucking as Sebastian at last ended her torment. Licking a broad stripe with the flat of his tongue across her weeping entrance. Her head fell back in a broken whine finally relieving her from her torture. Sebastian released a  groan of his own against her folds, lapping more needly at the growing slick. Savouring every drop she offered him. A man lost in a desert and her his bountiful oasis.

He knew her body better than he knew his own. Chasing her keening mewls a wordless plea for more, pleasure only he could offer her as he flicked and curled his tongue against the hooded bundle of nerves. Releasing his grip on her hip to slide his fingers into her tight heat. Savouring how her fluttering walls gripped him as he worked her open with every pump and curl of his fingers.

Her back arched, legs shaking the cool satin sheets scrunched in her fists as she writhed in ecstasy. Clinging desperately to them a last bastion of as she teetered on the edge of oblivion.

He chanced a glance up at her, mouth still servicing her fervently. Their eyes locked her voice caught on a silent plea for release. Sebastian sucked. Devouring her quivering clit and she broke. 

Screaming curses and praise to forgotten deities her body jerking to grind frantically against his tongue. Sebastian’s hips rutted forward into nothingness as her body clenching around his fingers as he brought her to climax. His own need growing almost unbearable as he felt her dissolved into pleasure needing to feel that pulsing release around his cock not just his fingers. 

His patience was now paper thin, he needed to be inside of her and from the way her fingers tugged at his chestnut hair impatiently as her orgasm ebbed - she seemed to agree. 

Bed springs creaked as he crawled onto the bed beside her. He slid his hands along the dip of her waist gripping her soft flesh to flip her onto her stomach. 

She peering back at him from over her shoulder. Her lips were swollen, her hair in a wild tangle but her eyes burning into him as if she could set him alight - daring him to take her as she arched her hips up and back towards Sebastian. 

Gripping her side he bared down on her. Large body resting heavily against her back she curled up into him sighing contentedly at the feeling of his weight resting against her.

How many wizards had coveted her affection since their school days? Cursed the very ground Sebastian walked on because since the day she’d become his. His cock achingly hard grinding against her arse at the mere thought of her wearing the reminder to them all exactly who she belonged to under her dress. 

He scrambled with the buttons on his breeches before pulling them off entirely cock springing free arching proudly and achingly hard. Slit glistening in anticipation that coil inside of him already tightly wound at the mere thought of filling her.

"Going to fuck even more of my kids into you," he purred low in her ear as he settled himself between her legs dragging the head of his cock through her spit-slicked folds. Their nerves practically vibrating with carnal anticipation. 

She cried out, broken and rasping as Sebastian finally pressed into her with a strong deliberate thrust. Stretching her open inch by inch groaning low, his head falling against her back when he buried himself inside her to the hilt. The sheen of sweat coating her back salty on his tongue as he mouthed brainlessly at her bare flesh. 

“Fuck,” she hissed as Sebastian began to cant his hips in deep maddening strokes. He hadn't expected such a lustful fog to overcome him. Like some primitive part of his brain had overcome him and now he was entirely consumed with the thought of her. Filling her with seed.

His eyes flicked up catching their reflection in the mirror. Sebastian groaned her name as he watched himself pounding into her relentlessly. Tiny body nestled under his own her spine curved in pleasure but her face was buried in the sheets. Stifling the delicious sounds of ecstasy she only made for him into the mattress. 

Sebastian grunted in annoyance. Snapping his hips harder she only seemed to bit down harder on the sheets.

He didn’t just want her to feel him filling her with life; he wanted her to bear witness to it.

Tucking his arm around her waist he hauled her up flush against his body. Her yelp of surprise dissolving into a moan as the new angle had her sinking deeper onto his cock. Her back pressed against his chest she rolled her hips, eyelashes fluttering as his crown teased against her sweet spot. Sebastian curled a possessive hand around her throat to keep her upright. The other kneaded her breast, rolling the pert peak between his fingertips. 

Despite the utterly filthy position in which he took her. Sebastian’s hands were gentle, large arms cradling her body. He whispered sweet reverent praise and encouragement into her ear with every roll of her as she sought her pleasure.

“Look at you,” he whispered. Pressing a kiss to her temple coaxing her to look and witness how fucking perfect she was. Her eyes cracked open, gaze settling on the mirror in the corner of the room. Sebastian's reflection grinned at her. She blushed deeply at the sight but she made no move to cover herself. Eyes devouring the sight of her bare, legs spread wide and impaled on Sebastian's cock. 

“Fucking look at you.” He punctuated the statement with a sharp buck of his hips into her cunt.  

She whined desperately with every deep maddening thrust. She leaned back further into his embrace, head tipped back in a wanton moan but she didn't tear her eyes away. As if wishing to burn this moment into her mind. Cunt fluttering greedily around his cock, coaxing more slick onto his shaft. 

“Fuck- you're taking me so well. Do you- fuck. Feel how deep I am inside you?” Sebastian groaned at the slight swell of her stomach. He released her breast hand ghosting down the planes of her stomach. “I can feel you clenching around me - fuck . Feel where I'm going to fill you. Where you'll grow our child.”

He barely recognised the cadence of his voice, low gravelly more akin to a growl than anything human. He pressed a little harder onto her stomach. Feeling the head of his cock against his palm, he groaned. Forehead fell against the crook of her neck pumping into his palm as he ground into her with deep thrusts. Gently teasing his thumb over the blunt head through her soft stomach. 

She whined readily, shivering with pleasure sinking deeper onto his cock with every needy roll of her hips. Blood pounding in his ears Sebastian could feel the pressure mounting. He released his hold on her throat, taking hold of her hips so hard he knew even if his seed did not take her skin would still wear the marks for days.

Leaning back so she could rest against him, his toes curling in the sheets as he found purchase to thrust into her frantic. Her arm wrapped around his neck keening and whimpering with every strong thrust. 

“Please Seb- fuck. I need,” she rasped. Too deliriously close to the edge to tell him what she needed. What they both craved so desperately. 

“Tell me what you want, darling,” he grunted. Peppering kisses behind her ear, along the curve of her jaw. “Do you want me to come deep inside you? Breed you? Make you mine again?”

“Yes. Gods. Yes!”

“Tell- tell me,” he grunted. Clutching her hips to pound up into her brutally. The coil inside of him tightened, feeling his release rushing in. Visions narrowing and cock twitching eagerly. “Tell me how much you want it.”

“I-I want your seed. Your baby. You. Please, Seb- fuck,” she cried out. 

Deft fingers found her clit. Still so sensitive from how he’d already made her quake. Sebastian circled the swollen nub and her head tipped back in a husky moan. Grinding her hips against him, Glistening with a thin sheen of sweat everywhere their bodies were intertwined. 

“You're going to look so perfect. So bloody beautiful carrying our child. My child.”

She gasped as that familiar feeling pooled in her core. “Fuck- Seb please. I'm close.” 

“Fuck I can feel you. So tight - around my cock. Let go for me, my love. And I will ah - for you,” Sebastian groaned into the shell of her ear. 

Despite his vision blurring as Sebastian teetered so close to the edge of nirvana, he couldn't tear his eyes from their reflection. He doubted there was a more mesmerising and all-consuming sight than watching her come completely undone. Head tipped back all words stolen by how expertly he fucked her so a tune to her body. Beads of sweat clung to every curve and dip on her. 

Shimmering. Beautiful. His .

Teasing faster circles over her still-swollen clit. Bucking into her hard and faster. Biting down on his lip so hard he tasted the metallic tang of blood on his tongue as he desperately held back his release. A final uneven snap of his hips burying his cock deep inside her climax broke. 

She cried out suddenly; a clap of thunder announcing a storm. Like the heavens split apart and she submitted to drown in the waves of her pleasure. Nails clawing against his shoulder. Cunt tightened and spasmed as she sucked him in impossibly deeper as Sebastian followed her. Pulling her hips down as her came hard. 

Her name and filthy praise erupted from his lips in a sound he could only liken to a primal whine. Spilling his seed hot and purposeful into the deepest part of her channel. Grinding against her arse, Sebastian milked every last drop from his pulsing cock. 

Willing it to take root. 

Her body slumped against him boneless but every nerve alight and still shivering from the last throws of pleasure as her orgasm ebbed. Rasping in broken pants as she tried to recapture her stolen breath.

He kissed her cheek, tender, lovingly and with as much gentleness as Sebastian could muster with how he practically rattled with how hard his heart was hammering against his ribs; he shifted strong arms guiding her onto her side. Cock still sheathed inside of her. Unwilling to remove himself from her his mind still overcome and entirely consumed with the need to fill her with life.

Sebastian pushed his release deeper inside her with shallow thrusts. She whimpered hips bucking away from the overstimulation of the motion. He peppered soft apologetic kisses across the small bruises beginning to bloom around her throat wrapping his arms around her and cradling her body to him tighter. But Sebastian held firm. Hand pressing against her stomach a silent prayer. Willing his seed to take. 

"I love you. You're going to look so beautiful. Full of my baby," he cooed, with a languid roll of his hips. Tucking her a sweaty lock of tangled hair behind her ear. She sighed, angling her face to meet his gaze. Dishevelled. Swollen lipped. Beautiful. Her soft crooked and familiar yet it still takes his breath away. 

He'd once thought the greatest thing he could do was burn the world for her. But now he knew - It was to build one. 

A life. A legacy. One that they forged and fought for together. Everything, as long as it was with her. 

Despite his efforts to keep her full of him, he could already feel it leaking out around his shaft, hot and slick, coating her thighs. The crown of his cock dragged over her sweet spot before pushing his further in. “In fact - why stop at one this time? Twins do run in my family.”

“I don't think that's how it works-” she stuttered. But her core clenched greedily around his cock. Still stiff and firmly inside of her, it twitched with approval. 

“Care to test the theory?”

[egg-emperor]

EGGMAN DOING SOME DEFORESTATION AND BULLYING CHAO WITH GLEE 😍

MY BEAUTIFUL PASSIONATE EVIL MISCHIEVOUS BASTARD!!!! I'M ALWAYS WINNING 💜💕💘💜💕

It's common to headcanon Eggman with a huge soft spot for Chao for some reason, just because he had his own Chao Gardens in SA2 and Shadow 05. But in Team Sonic Racing he had dialogue such as "You can't get by on your looks, chao!" and "Oh chao, you're too cute to be mean to... LOSER!" so of course they're absolutely no exception to his cruelty

Finally seeing him actually interacting with them officially on screen and story wise instead of through how you choose to treat them with him in gameplay in SA2, only for him to completely shatter that hc once and for all by absolutely fucking the poor things UP is such a delight lol I love him so much

And he's sooo handsome 🥰💜💘

[ticklygiggles]

Jelly | Gaming, Aether & Wanderer

Commissioned by @wertzunge

A/N: big thanks to my always special and loyal commissioner MWAH MAX 💕 Thank you for your endless support and patience! I hope you enjoy thiiis 💖

Summary: The jealousy bug has bitten Aether! Luckily, his friends are there for him!

Words: 2.1k

The Serenitea Pot was exactly that, a heaven of serenity.

A sanctuary that Aether had carefully created for Paimon and himself. After their exhausting missions and adventures, they could unwind in this small realm, surrounded by peace and tranquility. It was a safe space where Aether could hide when he didn't feel like traveling, fighting, or seeing anyone at all. A place where he could feel a little down and miss his sister without anyone looking at him with pity in their eyes. 

It was also a happy place. A place where all his friends from across Teyvat could visit and hang out with him, drinking tea and just chatting and enjoying time together. This time, he had invited Gaming and Wanderer to a picnic in his stunning garden.

Wanderer, having visited his Serenitea Pot multiple times before, seemed unfazed, but Gaming, Man Chai, and Mini Durin were impressed, showering Aether with praise and inflating his ego. 

Aether had prepared, (with Paimon’s help, who was rewarded with five sandwiches), a special picnic area. A blanket was spread out on the grass and there was so much food, snacks and candy from different parts of Teyvat that there was barely any room to sit down. As they settled in as they could, Man Chai and Mini Durin started running around, chasing each other playfully. Meanwhile, Aether couldn't help but worry... how would Wanderer and Gaming interact? 

Aether was well aware that they were complete opposites and that Wanderer wasn't exactly the most patient person in Teyvat. However, their pets happened to be the perfect icebreaker. Before he knew it, Gaming and Wanderer were engrossed in conversation, bonding over their experiences with Man Chai and Mini Durin.

Gaming laughed, “Man Chai is always so bright in the morning! Always enjoys waking me up!” 

Wanderer rolled his eyes with a groan. “Mini Durin as well. It's so terribly annoying,” he said, but anyone could see the affection for the dragon in his eyes. “And he eats like he's feeding a small army!” 

Gaming snorted, almost spilling his drink. He coughed a bit, laughing softly. “Man Chai as well!” 

Aether watched them awkwardly, struggling to find a way to join in their conversation. Just as he thought there was a chance to change the subject, one in which Aether could also participate, the two creatures dashed towards their respective owners. 

“Man Chai!” Gaming giggled, gently nudging the little lion onto the blanket, and showering him with scratches in his tummy. Man Chai responded with adorable huffing sounds that Aether could only assume was some kind of laughter. 

“Wanderer~” Mini Durin squealed in delight as Wanderer's fingers wiggled under his chin. Mini Durin kicked his little legs, his wings flapping about as he giggled happily in Wanderer's lap. 

Aether watched the adorable scene unfold before him, and he should have felt happy, delighted that his friends were having so much fun with their pets, right in that place that he had worked so hard for, but... why was he feeling so grumpy?

Aether knew the answer perfectly, but he flatly refused to admit it. It was something extremely stupid and ridiculously embarrassing, and yet, he felt that sensation that made his blood boil and caused his stomach to twist in discomfort…

He was jealous. 

Jealous of a mini dragon and a little lion that looked like a suanni. Jealous because his friends seemed to be having a blast, bonding over their pets while he was left out. Wasn't that a little unfair? Aether had been running here and there in Natlan, he was tired and wanted to sleep for five days straight. Instead, he'd decided to invite his friends over for a fun gathering, but it seemed they were the only ones having a good time. 

Aether knew he was being ridiculous, irrational. Acting like a spoiled child, but he couldn't stop himself from pouting as he nibbled on a sandwich. He should've let Paimon stay; at least she loved being the center of his attention. 

As he nibbled on some fruit and chips, he tried to ignore Gaming and Wanderer's conversation about whose pet was the most ticklish. ‘Trying’ was the key word here. His curiosity was so strong, he found himself listening, pretending to inspect a flower near him. 

“What. Wanderer, are you even seeing how much Man Chai is kicking around?” Gaming asked with a soft laugh as he scratched the lion's belly.

Wanderer huffed, “Are you listening how much Mini During is laughing?” he counterattacked, his fingers wiggling gently under the dragon’s chin, making him giggle brightly.

Aether let out a frustrated sigh, rolling his eyes in exasperation. Who cared which pet was more ticklish, anyway? Certainly, not him. He let out a sigh, his own behavior was making him feel ashamed. He suddenly thought that his friends would really hate him if they knew the thoughts he was having at that moment. 

He knew he shouldn't feel that way and he scolded himself strictly, trying to seem the same vibrant and kind person he always was, watching the scene with a small smile on his lips that didn't reach his eyes. But he couldn't hold on for long and his gaze drifted away from the scene in front of him. 

He looked over a small fountain in his garden, he watched the water fall and somehow made him feel more relaxed. He heard Mini Durin and Man Chai escaping their owners' playful ministrations and they started to run around them, playing catch. 

Aether blinked, his mind suddenly drifting far away, his expression turning a little sad as the memory of his sister's smiling face filled his mind. The chirping of the birds, the running water, the soft whisper of the wind, everything was slowly fading away, he almost didn't hear Wanderer's voice when he spoke to him.

“What's wrong?” Wanderer had asked, but Aether didn't answer, thinking he was talking to Gaming until he felt a soft touch on his knee that brought him back to the two in front of him. 

“Oh, s-sorry,” he apologized, his cheeks blushing pink. “What did you say?” 

Wanderer arched an eyebrow, his arms crossed over his chest, his expression clearly annoyed after Aether ignored him. Gaming, on the other hand, looked at Aether with a soft smile, concern in his eyes. 

“I said,” Wanderer started through gritted teeth. “What is wrong?” 

Aether blinked, shaking his head a little. “Nothing's wrong.” 

Wanderer’s eyebrow twitched. “Okay,” he sighed in exasperation. “Let me rephrase that: why are you jealous?”

Aether's eyes widened, his cheeks turning crimson as he watched the other two. His mouth opened and closed like that of a fish. He didn't know what to say, he didn't really think they were looking at him to notice his feelings. Was he being really too obvious?

“I'm not-” he started, but was promptly interrupted. 

“You are, traveler,” Gaming said with that soft smile that made Aether feel somehow guilty.

He had never felt so humiliated in his whole life. Aether looked away, incapable of meeting their eyes as he thought of something to say, but his brain couldn't form any coherent thoughts, too overwhelmed after being caught red-handed. 

“It's not that hard to say you want tickles, is it?” Wanderer asked and Aether's eyes widened even more as he looked over at him, the warmth of his cheeks spreading down to his neck. Wanderer was looking at him with a grin. “Hit the nail, huh?” 

“That's not-” he was interrupted again. 

“So traveler wants to be tickled too?” Gaming asked with wide, excited eyes. “That's why he's upset? Let's tickle him then!” 

“N-No! That's not what I want, you are- ahahahaha! Nohoho!” His sweet laughter filled the air as Gaming pounced on him, gently nudging him against the grass just like he did with Man Chai, and tickling his belly with both hands. 

Aether laughed brightly, squirming and trying to push Gaming's hands away, but he was too weak, incapacitated by the tickles. And he didn't want it to stop either, at least not yet. 

He felt a rush of happy sensations washing over him like a tidal wave. The heaviness of his heart dissipated as Gaming reassured him with kind words. 

“Traveler, if you wanted to play too, you should've just said so!” 

Aether whined, but a burst of laughter escaped his lips when fingers started to pinch and squeeze his hip bone. His laughter turned more frantic as he twisted from side to side. 

“Oh poor thing,” Wanderer teased with a grin, his hand latched to Aether's hip. “Were you jealous because Gaming and I were talking and you were left out?” 

Gaming gasped, “is that so, Traveler?!” he asked  in genuine concern, making Aether flush even more. “I'm so sorry! Aaah, how could I be so disconsidered?!”

Wanderer chuckled, his other hand latching against Aether's other hip, making him shriek with laughter. “I guess we were very disconsidered, right?” He asked, half-joking and half-serious. “How could we ignore our host in his own home?” 

“N-No! N-Nohoho! AHAHAHA, wahahait!” They were right, but Aether was also at fault and he knew it. There was no need for him to act like a kid, but he did and he knew he should apologize, but he couldn't at the moment. 

He felt his heart fluttering, so embarrassingly happy that his two dear friends were making him laugh and validated, (in their own way), his feelings. He laughed brightly, barely trying to stop them as his hips and tummy were under attack. 

Wanderer and Gaming chuckled softly, watching Aether squirm like a little worm under their tickling. 

Gaming giggled softly. “Traveler truly is ticklish, who do you think is more ticklish, Wanderer?” He asked with a bright smile as if Aether wasn't losing his mind as Gaming's finger wiggled into his belly button. 

Wanderer chuckled again, pinching Aether's hips in a way that was driving him crazy. 

“That is a good question… I would say… Mini Durin is on the top,” he nodded with a grin.  

“Don't be biased,” Gaming giggled playfully, his fingers wiggling and digging up towards Aether ribcage making him cackle and arch his back, his hands desperately trying to get hold of any of the four hands attacking his sensitive torso. “Traveler is clearly the most ticklish.” 

Traveler was positively dying. Gaming was playing with every one of his ribs, rubbing them with his thumbs as if trying to polish them, viciously trying to get the best cackle out of Aether. To his horror, Wanderer had left his hips only to grab his wrists and pull them above his head, exposing his ultimate worst spot to their tickly fingers. 

“NOHOT THEHERE!” He shrieked, although Wanderer was still fighting Aether's hands underneath his knees and Gaming was still pretty busy playing his ribs like some kind of instrument. 

Wanderer chuckled at his plea and Gaming giggled softly. “What? Where? His armpits?” Wanderer nodded, finally pinning Aether hands with his knees while Aether shook his head, laughing frantically in anticipation. 

“He's so ticklish there,” Wanderer commented almost too nonchalantly an Aether shrieked, arching his back as light fingers scribbled against the bare skin of his arms, his elbows causing him to giggle brightly. 

“He's so ticklish everywhere, though!” Gaming laughed, slowly making his way up Aether's ribs until he was tickling that hypersensitive pair of ribs close to his pits and Aether was in stitches.

“He might be,” Wanderer said, his fingers tortuously walking towards Aether's underarms. “But he's the most ticklish right… here!” 

Aether threw his head back with loud bouts of laughter as Wanderer poked the middle of his armpits, a single finger wiggling and digging into that deliciously ticklish nerve that always made him see stars. Soon after, more fingers joined into the tickle fest, not only Wanderer's, but also Gaming's who had reached that dreadful spot as well. 

Four hands tickled his armpits. Wiggling, digging, poking, prodding and pinching into the soft, tender and so very unprotected spot. 

Aether was nearly choking as he laughed into nearly insanity. Tears of mirth streamed down the sides of his face, snorts, squeals and cackles filling the fresh air. He didn't feel uncomfortable at all, even though his legs were kicking desperately and he was pulling at his arms to free them, he felt happy and loved. 

“His face is too red, shall we stop?” Gaming asked with a soft chuckle, seeing that cute expression in Aether's face. 

“He can take a little more,” Wanderer said with a grin. “Right, traveler?” 

Gaming was surprised by the soft nod, but Aether was squealing in delight by the promise of more tickles!

[dadyscumslutprincess20]

Part 2 of your cha Hyun Su Smith please 🥺

Part 2 Cha Hyun X fem Reader

(A/n: OMG THANK YOU GUYS SO MUCH💕, I honestly didn’t think any one would like the first one but I got 172+ likes over night, here is a part 2 as requested , keep the request coming in loves🤭)

Genre: Smut

Warning ⛔️ : Rough sex , pet names , Spanking , Choking , vaginal sex

As your eyes locked with Hyun Su’s , slowly walking towards you as he swiftly unblocked his pants , coming to a complete halt once he was in between you legs

Raising his right hand as he slowly reaches for your neck slightly gripping your throat tightly, making sure that you could still breathe as he leans in for a kiss , as his lips connects with yours as your lips move in sync , as the kiss becomes more heated , Cha Hyun su starts to ask for entrance with his tongue , gladly accepting as you feel his tongue slipping in to your mouth as you both fight for dominance

Which Hyun Su quickly wins as he pulls away from the kiss , giving you a final peck o the lips before , as he lets free of your neck , hand slowly trailing down your neck , over your pump boobs , letting out soft moans as you feel Hyun Su rough hands against your soft skin

As your eyes were still locked on Hyun su , watching as his eyes slowly looks over your body , causing your to close your legs tightly, no matter how main times you had sex with Hyun su .. you always became nervous under his gaze

It didn’t help that he allowed his monster self to take control for today , it caused your nerves to spike even more and he continued to look over you naked body , his face showing no expression making you wish you could just disappear as you didn’t know what he was thinking at this point

It wasn’t like it was the first time that Hyun su let his monster self take control every once and while , knowing that you wouldn’t be harmed , since he could feel what ever Hyun su felt , it was as if there was now two sides of him that you got to experience

After a couple more seconds of silence and Hyu su examining your body , he finally looks in your eyes , blue eyes shining with delight , as he starts to slowly rub over your naked body

“Seems Hyun Su made a good choice, don’t you think Princess” Hyun su says as his eyes looks deep in to your soul , causing your body to slightly shiver , as you slowly nod your head in agreement

“Words Baby girl” Hyun Su says as he gives your thighs a slight slap , causing you to let out a small gasp

“Y-Yes” you say with a shaky breath , as you feel your core dripping as the hospital bed starts to become more soaked by the minute

“Good girl” Hyun su says with a smile , as he pulls away , causing you to let out a whimper once his hands leaves your body

Not braking eye contact with you , pulling down his pants and boxers a bit as they fall down to his ankles , causing you to brake eye contact as you slowly look down

Eyes becoming wide as you lock eyes with his cock , becoming nervous for the millionth time today , he was bigger then he was before , as you continue to stare at his cock , not noticing as Hyu su closes the small gap between you both

Softly griping your hips , finally looking up as Hyun su gives you a small smile as you feel his hands open your legs wider , Hyun su then leans down as he locks his lips with your giving you a passionate kiss as you kiss back

Slowly using one of his hands to lay you in your back , not braking the kids once as he uses the same hand to grab his member lining with your entrance as he pushes all 8 inches of his thick coke inside of you causing your to let out a loud gasp as you brake the kiss , back arching off the bed

As Hyun su stand straight up , pulling your body off closer towards the edge of the hospital bed so your bottom half was hanging slightly off the bed , grabbing your right leg as he pushes your leg towards your shoulder , your knee touching the bed as he holds it in place , soon doing the same with your other leg

Once you where in a position to his liking , as he starts to pond in to your dripping cunt , letting out a loud moan as you start to claw at the bed

“S-So tight” Hyun su groans out as he starts to pick up his pace

“H-Hyun su” you moan out as your back arch more off the hospital bed , clawing at the bed as you feel your self tighten around Hyun Su’s cock

Groaning as he starts to pound in your cunt deeper , eyes rolling to the back of your head , as you choke on a moan , nails clawing at the bed as you start to feel something inside your stomach

As Hyun sun’a blue eyes from your face , down to your huge bobs that bounced with every thirst his made cashing his cock to throb as he pounded inside your wet cunt harder , eyes still traveling down your body as they stop at your stomach

Blue eyes starting to grow with amusement, cock throbbing so painfully that it felt like he would cum inside you at any second, slowly moving his right hand from your legs , grabbing your right hand and forcefully placing it on your leg to it in place

“Don’t let go” Hyun su threatens causing your cunt to tighten , tightly holding your leg in place not wanting to know what happens if you don’t

As Hyun su’s eyes still locked on the lump that was formed on your stomach, taking his now free hand as his softly rubs the lump that was formed on your stomach, as you jump slightly at the new feeling letting out a louder moan Hyun su ever heard from you , smile growing wide as his eyes now stare as your fucked out expression

“Feels good princess” Hyun su says as he lets out groan when you tighten around his cock in response, as he puts more pressure on the lump in your stomach, groaning as he start to feel the pressure on his cock , as you start to claw at the bed with your free hand , other hand nails digging into your leg as you refuse to let go

Picking up his pace , pounding in your violently as you start to feel your self near your climax , eyes rolling to the back of your hand , as your toes start to curl

“I-I’m c-clos-” you try to moan out as removes his hand from your stomach tightly gripping your throat as you start to feel a knot form in your stomach

“Hold it” Hyun Su demands as he looks you in your eyes , pounding in to you deeper as his cock continues to kiss your sweet spot as you try to hold your climax , after a few more violet thrust you felt Hyun su’s cock twitch inside of you signaling that he was close

“Gonna put a baby in you” Hyun su says , thrust becoming sloppy as he was so close to cumming inside you, refusing to cum first

With three more deep and long strokes you felt your self cum of his cock , leaving a ring of cum around his throbbing cock , picking up his pace a bit more as he feels his self cum not to long after you , as he keep his pace fucking his cum back inside of you , once he felt like it was good enough he slowly pulls out of your dripping cunt , leaving you to feel empty , taking his hand as he rubs your stomach slowly looking up to your fucked our face

“I think Hyun su would like the idea of your carrying our child” Hyun su says eyes now watching your stomach as he imagines your grown belly , not getting a response as he looks back up to notice that your sleeping , smiling a bit as he climbs in the bed with your grabbing a cover that was left on the side as he wraps both of your body’s , kissing your forehead as he doses off in to a deep sleep , smile never leaving his face

[masoncantthinkofaname]

hey Mason!! First of all, you're my favourite shifter here and in tiktok!! your stories,experiences and ur advices, i absolutely love to read them. i always feel delighted whenever you post here or there. i can read about ur experiences for hours long, i would love it if you continue to share whatever you wish to share with us! thank you for spending ur time & energy in making such posts, they're so helpful and i appreciate each of them. i would love to hear more about ur experiences and ur perspectives, like how does it feel to have been alive for countless years now? i remember u still feel like you're at the start of ur journey, that makes me assured that i won't get bored of being immortal when i become one and I'll always get to learn & experience more with shifting! Do you ever feel like your view in life has become far more matured as compared to other people here since you've been alive for so long? Also does it feel weird to be without technology in ur medieval drs when u r so used to being surrounded by them here? how do u manage & handle such drastic changes? I admire u so much. i would love to hear storytimes about ur drs if u can share them. 💕

Your words made me smile, thank you! I will definitely try my best to continue sharing stories and motivation as long as my health allows it💚do you people here prefer storytimes, or advice? Or a bit of both, of course?

As for your questions. I do not see myself as above anyone here, in this reality I too am still human, and I struggled with shifting for many years as well, I understand everyone deeply. But that being said, having experienced so many lives, including being a deity, I feel like I'm able to approach things a bit calmer and possibly more rational than most. Time is barely of importance to me anymore, weeks, months, years, I've spent so much time outside of this reality, that it's sometimes hard to remember that time is a huge deal for a lot of people here.

I'm not as easily bothered by basically anything, compared to how I used to be. I'm not stuck to this reality in the slightest, and I'm able to feel a lot of compassion for those around me, it's easier to understand certain reactions or behaviours.

About your question regarding technology. I think it's important to remember that I've lived for far longer without it, than I have with it at this point! To be completely honest, it's more the other way around. Recently I came back from a shift, people were talking around me, someone was vacuuming, the laundry machine was on, and I found myself so incredibly overstimulated. I love helping people, and I love talking with friends, but at times, having to answer 10 dms and even more comments makes me want to just shift again and not come back /lh

It's often weird getting used again to the customs of this place. Sometimes the lack of respect people have for each other really baffles me. And I much prefer the other times I (have) live(d) in over everything we have here.

I really appreciate your message, I'll definitely try to post more stories! If anyone has anything in specific they would like to hear about, feel free to ask me💚

[risustravelogue]

Marks On You

Summary:

What would you get when you get frisky with your husband, the Duke of Meropide, throughout the day? You get bent over his desk, that's what.

Featuring:

Dom!Husband!Wriothesley, Sub!fem!Reader

Tags:

Smut. Filth. You have been warned. He basically manhandles you while you're being handcuffed. Marking, biting, breeding. Sweet aftercare 💕

Note:

I wrote this throughout the week and thought it would lie there unfinished like my bookshelf sex Alhaitham smut (hehe yes) but I suddenly had an inspiration for the opening line. ... I am so down bad for this man.

🔗 AO3 | masterlist 🔗

Wriothesley loves it when you’re feeling frisky.

You’d tease him and he’d tease back; you’d steal pecks and kisses whenever you pass each other throughout the day, to his delight and amusement; and your hands would always find their way to his body—touching first innocently, then it gets increasingly not-so-innocent as the hours pass by.

Wriothesley loves it when you’re feeling frisky, because it means you’ll submit completely to his carnal whims once he gets his hands on you.

And as your most beloved husband, what better reward can he get?

Such is today, when you find yourself pinned under him, all compliant and obedient and taking him so well even though it’s barely past work hours. You lay face down at the edge of his desk with your wrists cuffed behind your back, helplessly squirming as his hips slam against yours from behind. The way his length slides partly out of your hole, only for the tip to churn your insides again as his balls slap against your slick-coated clit, elicit sinful whimpers out of you. His moans are raspy, his fingers digging into the skin of your hips to hold you steady as he pounds you into submission.

“Good girl… I’ve marked you with my cum twice already, but…”

He growls beside your ear with a dangerously low voice as his fingers start playing with your sensitive bud.

“Too bad for you, it only makes me want to fuck you more.”

The sounds of both of your and his moans and wet slaps of skin echo across his office room while he thrusts into you again, again, and again, your mind going blank from the overstimulation. You try to sync your breathing with his movements to no avail, only blurting out a “Ngh– more– m-more–” as he fucks you senseless. You whine as you feel a sting on your butt from his palm meeting your ass.

“Louder,” he says. You feel his grip on your hips tighten as he pulls you into him even more.

“Ah– ah– fuck– N-no– I can’t–”

“Beg louder, I said!” he orders. He bites the side of your neck as he slams his hips hard into you.

A loud moan escapes your throat without restraint. Someone outside must’ve heard your voice, but you don’t care anymore—his cock feels too damn good.

“Breed me!” you scream. “Please– I want you to breed me–”

Wriothesley chuckles and sucks on your earlobe, sending shivers rippling through your skin.

“Good,” he murmurs. “Good girl.”

He moves his hips faster. His thrusts become more frantic as he nears the height of his ecstasy.

“Cum with me, cum with– ngh!”

His hands squeeze at your hips and his teeth sink into the skin of your nape as he reaches his climax, shooting his thick, hot cum into you yet again. You shudder and whimper as you feel pleasure overloading your senses, the addictive sensation blurring your vision into blissful oblivion. You can barely hear the clicking sounds as your husband takes the handcuffs off your wrists, whining when he slides out of you while peppering your back with gentle kisses. The duality of his actions makes you dizzy with affection.

“It’s okay. I got you,” he shushes as he turns you around. He plants a kiss on your lips, then your forehead while he gathers your limp body into his arms. He carries you to the sofa and places your head on his chest as he reclines. His hand pulls you in, pressing your cheek against his bare skin. He kisses the crown of your head while his fingers absentmindedly play with your hair.

That’s when he notices that there are some small bruises forming on your skin, mostly on your nape and the side of your neck. A pang of guilt shoots through his chest, and he feels his heartbeat becoming just a little bit erratic at the thought of hurting you.

“Was I too rough?” he asks with a quiet voice, bringing your knuckles to his lips.

“No,” you hum, unaware of the calming feeling your answer has on him. “I enjoyed every second of it.”

You plant a kiss on his flushed cheek, then nuzzle up against his neck.

“I love you,” you whisper, “I love you so much, you know that?”

Wriothesley feels his heart flutter. He buries his face in your hair, taking in your scent.

“I do,” he mumbles. “And I love you, too.”

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[axelsagewrites]

really loved your “decide” fic with jamie and roy! was wondering if you could do something where fem!reader is dating both jamie and roy. they’re always competing whose the better boyfriend. (maybe smut if not i completely understand!) 💕💕

Roy Kent & Jamie Tartt*Best Boyfriend

Pairing: roy x reader x jamie

Word count: 1575

Warnings: mentions of smut but nothing explicit, poly relationship, competition/rivalry

Masterlist here

dating a footballer was not exactly a calm life. Especially not when you were dating two. Two who used to hate each other to be specific. You’d met Jamie on a dating site and had told him from the start you weren’t looking for anything monogamous. It started out as a casual fling, hookups mostly and a few dates.

Despite knowing he was a footballer you didn’t follow the sport too closely so had no clue about his past with your other fuck buddy. You worked in Roy’s local supermarket, and he began making up excuses and deliberately forgetting things just to come back and see you.

They both knew each other existed they just didn’t know who they were up against. You were currently on a date with Jamie. When he came to pick you up, he was in a suit and tie with a massive bouquet of roses in his hands. “Let me put these in water first,” you giggled as you took the flowers.

Maybe this was less casual than you thought as you quickly went to retrieve a vase while Jamie glanced around your living room. “This other guy, he some sort of biker?” he joked, nodding to the leather jacket hung up.

You rolled your eyes as you finished setting the flowers up, “No, he just forgot it when he was leaving,”

“Who forgets their jacket?”

“Jealous?” you teased, leading him to the door, “Nah he slept in, and he was going to be late for work,”

“What does he do?”

You paused in your tracks, smirk on your lips, “Why? You wanna go on a date with him instead?” with an eyeroll and a teasing wink you were both finally on your way.

-

The next morning when you woke up you carefully slid yourself out from under Jamie’s arm to go answer the front door. “Roy,” you smiled, trying to cover your panic.

“Hey. I was just swinging by for my jacket,” he said, walking in like he’d done a million times.

You prayed Jamie wouldn’t wake up as he did. “Its just over here,” you said, passing it to him.

“Thanks. Hey while I’m here we could go get some coffee or breakfast,”

“I’m not dressed,”

“I can wait,”

“I don’t want to impose,”

“I don’t mind,”

“I- “you sighed, running out a lies.

A look of realisation dawned on his face before a small smirk grew, “You have company,”

“Maybe,” you smiled, awkwardly biting your lip as he chuckled. Unlike Jamie, Roy was not shy of a little competition. He almost seemed to delight in the fact especially bringing it up during his dirty talk. While you found Jamie’s jealousy ridiculously hot, Roy’s cockiness was equally as refreshing.

“alright but don’t forget you’re seeing me tomorrow,” he said, giving you what was supposed to be a quick kiss.

You finally pulled away, slightly breathless and laughing, “Okay you need to go now,”

“Who is it babe?” Jamie’s voice rang out, Roy’s expression instantly hardening, “You,” Jamie deadpanned as he stood across from Roy in your fluffy robe.

“You,” Roy almost growled.

“You know each other?” you asked but the tension in the air answered it, “Oh fuck,”

-

“You’re sleeping with that prick?”

“Why would you fuck a grampa?”

“At least I can get her off,”

“And I can’t? Watch me, cmere babe- “

“Woah!” you said, putting your hands in the air as you stood from your couch where’d you’d sat during their near ten-minute scawble, “Now now boys, you’re both pretty,” you teased but neither were amused, “How was I supposed to know?”

“Well, you can’t date both of us,” Roy protested.

Jamie made a face, “Eh you’re not the boss of her,”

“No but I also don’t want your diseases,”

“I am not diseased!”

“Prove it,”

“Boys!” you almost shouted making them both pause, “If you don’t calm down neither one of you is dating anyone. We’re all adults here,” you said, finally thinking they’d calmed down as they moved to sit on the sofa.   

“Well, I am,” Jamie muttered under his breath, getting a sharp glare from you and a growl from Roy.

You sighed as you began pacing the room, “Look I like you both but if this is gonna be a problem then maybe its better if we all just take a break,”

The two stared at their feet like scolded children, “I’m sure,” Roy began through gritted teeth, “We can make this work,”

And finally, Jamie agreed, “How hard can it be?” you sighed in relief however soon after decided to kick the pair out your flat to try decompress from this whole mess.

What you hadn’t seen was the icy glares they shared as they both gave you a goodbye kiss and left. “May the best boyfriend win,” Roy said as they walked down the stairs of your flats.

A cocky smirk went on Jamie’s face, “I intend to,”

-

While you enjoyed love and affection even you knew this was getting excessive. Your date with Roy went from being a meal out at a local diner he liked to Roy cooking you a three-course meal from scratch in his house with a bottle of ridiculously expensive wine to match. “This is worth more than my rent,”

“Yeah, but nothings worth more than you,”

-

You had been awing over the whole evening all night and all day the next day to your friends however Roy had also been bragging about the whole ordeal to Jamie. So, Jamie naturally knew he had to step up his game.

-

Jamie arrived to your flat at 10pm with a blindfold and his car keys. He led you to your seat before insisting you put on the blindfold until you got to your mystery location. “I’m gonna fall,” you squealed as Jamie helped you out the car and you felt your shoes hit soft grass.

“You’ll just have to hold onto me then wont ya?” you didn’t have to see him to hear his smirk and you knew he could tell you were rolling your eyes.

Eventually after many stumbles and almost facing planting a couple times Jamie had you take off your blindfold. “The park?” you looked around confused before realisation hit when you saw the blanket laid on the grass.

“Thought we could look at the stars and that,” Jamie mumbled, pink tinging his cheeks.

You lent forward, placing a kiss to the hot cheek, “You’re such a softie,”

“Only for you,” he grinned as he sat down on the blanket, pulling you with him, “Brought snacks as well,” he said handing over the picnic basket.

Unlike usual picnic baskets with sandwiches and cakes this was filled with all your favourite sweets, crisps, pringles, and cans of fizzy juice. Jamie laid down on the blanket, pulling you into his arms so you could stare at the stars together. It was so peaceful you almost fell asleep right there.

-

At first you thought it couldn’t get better but it wasn’t just the romance they were trying to out do each other on. Whenever they weren’t taking you out on sappy film worthy dates you were being dragged to the nearest bed, sofa, or car. Not that you were complaining, however.

What you didn’t know what Roy and Jamie actually came up with a schedule in their own time of who got to see you when. Neither was happy with the outcome, claiming the other got the better days or more time despite making it up themselves.

Apparently last night had been Roy’s night but between taking you bowling and mini golfing then not letting you leave the bedroom for several rounds you ended up sleeping in later than usual. You woke up in Roy’s arms to a text from Jamie saying he was coming over.

You groaned when you saw it, not realising Roy was awake, “You good?”

“Yeah, its just,” you sighed before deciding to just get it off your chest, “I’m just tired. Don’t get me wrong I loved yesterday and all our other dates, but I just wish we could all hang out sometimes,”

“You want me to hang out with that twat?” he asked, eyebrow raised. This was exactly what you meant. You groaned and went to roll away, but Roy wrapped his arms around you to stop you, “I’m sorry,” he sighed, “I guess we were so wrapped up in being the best boyfriend we didn’t think about how it would affect you. I’ll stay, if you want me to,”

You perked up at that, giving Roy a kick excited kiss, “and you’ll be nice?” a loud groan came from Roy, “please?” you whined.

A small smile appeared on his lips, “fine. For you,”

-

Jamie’s reaction was oddly similar to Roy’s that you wondered why they weren’t already friends with how similar they could be. You were currently sat with your feet in Roy’s lap, your head resting on Jamie’s shoulder, watching some trashy dating show both boys pretended to hate but suddenly had strong opinions about.

“What is she doing? Her and Declan are made for each other,”

“Yeah, right?” Jamie nodded in enthusiastic agreement, “What’s so special about Simon?”

You couldn’t help but snigger at the pair. “You two boys wanna be left alone?” you teased only to be met with unison hushes as a new contestants entered the villa and drama ensued.

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[pastafossa]

hey Pasta! I’m new to posting on AO3 and wanted to ask a veteran - I was inspired a LOT by you and TRT to start posting my own writing, and I noticed there’s an “inspired by” option. authors don’t find it weird when you reference them, right? like I would be flattered, but that’s just me :) is there any etiquette that I should be following or tips you have for new AO3 authors?

feel free to answer privately if you’d prefer! I hope you’re having a good brain day! 💕

HELLO FRIEND!

First I am SO so happy TRT could help inspire, I fucking love that, and it feels like a lovely way of keeping the chain going from the fic authors who help inspire me to start posting my stuff!

So I can only speak for me for the 'inspired by', but I have absolutely NO issue at all and I'm always super, super delighted when I get that AO3 email that says there's a new work inspired by mine! I can't think of any other authors I know who'd be weirded out by it either, if it helps. There's a reason that function exists on AO3. If in doubt you could ask of course, there's no harm in that either. But yeah at least for me I'm always incredibly flattered and happy that my work could inspire someone.

I'm also happy to share some AO3 tips and etiquette things I've learned over the years!

Etiquette Rules TM I've discovered:

Make sure you're only marking a fic as 'complete' when it's actually complete. Some folks are posting WIP and chapters and have it marked as complete because 'each chapter is done'.

Only tag your fic with things that are actually relevant. So even if there's a background ship that gets 1 line referencing it, I wouldn't tag that ship. You'll just upset the people who are (understandably) searching for that ship and read your fic only to find they get a single line.

No posting 'fic coming soon' or idea placeholders. I've seen this pop up more and more lately, and not only will it get your fic taken down, but it's considered a huge no-no in terms of AO3 etiquette.

This one is a little subjective, and you'll find a few debates about it, but generally speaking, the etiquette rule is that it's better to risk spoiling something if it means you're tagging the fic with relevant warnings and tropes, versus leaving an important tag out to keep things surprising. Examples might be pregnancy, main character death, or self harm. Not only are there people who are hunting for that type of fic (meaning you should be tagging it so they can find it) but it's usually considered rude to just let someone walk into that blind. If you really don't want to have any of those tags, use the 'Author Chose Not To Use Warnings' and then add a tag about how you're choosing not to tag things so that it won't spoil anything. Basically warn them that they could find anything inside the fic.

At the same time, don't blow the page up with 50k tags. That'll annoy people in the opposite direction. There's a fine balance. I generally tag: major relationhips and characters, the genre, major tropes (found family, slow burn, etc), any major triggers, and then a few flavor tags ('human disaster Matt Murdock'; 'watch me make up legal shit', etc). For anything smaller, if it's a trigger I just warn about it in the author's notes.

Do not link to anything like a Ko-Fi or Patreon or anything that involves money in the author's notes. Not only is it against the site rules but it's considered very bad etiquette.

Do not do not do not change your story's publication date after the fact to keep 'pushing' it to the front page, holy hell is that a big etiquette no-no.

Tips TM I've Learned:

Slashes between character names are for romance. & between the character names are for platonic relationships

Summaries can be a bitch to write, but try anyway! And whatever you do, do not put 'lol this is bad' or 'i suck at summaries'. I realize the self-deprecation makes it a little less scary, but you'll absolutely get less people reading (in part because if you imply you're bad, plenty of people will believe you and won't bother reading). Give people a brief sense of what's in the fic, or even a snippet from the fic itself!

Don't bother tracking Kudos-to-Hits too closely, especially as time goes on. Each reader can only leave a kudos once but every time they re-read, they add another hit to the counter.

Sometimes what does well and what doesn't isn't really logical. Over my years on AO3, I've seen fics that logically should do well (massive active fandom, popular ship, well written) have terrible numbers where fics that logically should do terribly (inactive small fandom, less popular ship, writing banged out in 30 seconds at 5 am) do amazing. So as you go forward, be prepared for occasional ???s in either direction.

The Tagging System is your friend, learn the tagging system, love the tagging system! The tagging system is both how the people who DO want to find your work will find it, AND how the people who do not want to read your fic can avoid it. As above, I've found that generally you want to tag the major characters, relationships, tropes, and triggers, because they are what people are either looking for (hooray! your target readership!) or avoiding (why would you want them to open your fic, see it's not what they want, and immediately back out?).

If you're writing your draft in AO3's text editor and saving it as a draft, PLEASE KNOW IT WILL EVENTUALLY DELETE AUTOMATICALLY, IT DOES NOT STAY THERE FOR MONTHS OR YEARS. Safer to write using something like ellipsus (what I use) or docs, or even your phone's note taking system.

Formatting is occasionally wonky when being transferred from one location (say, docs), to AO3's posting system. Always make sure to preview it before posting, to make sure all your italics and paragraph breaks haven't been fucked up. This is an issue that's been here for ages, we just deal with it at this point.

Those are the things I can think of off the top of my head, I hope they help! There's definitely a little bit of a learning curve when it comes to AO3 but it is SO worth it, there's nothing quite like it and it's been amazing as a writer to grow with it!

[mandaloriankait]

The Lady of the Swamp

A/N: This fic is for @gothcsz and @almostempty 's EAT!2025 writing challenge. I don't think either of you understand just how much fun I had writing this. I've never written anything like this before, and I can't wait to write my second one(I know I'm greedy af). This is Frankie Morales x Swamp Monster, and the reader was written as a bipoc!woman, along with being a curvy reader. Of course everyone is welcome to read. Hope you all enjoy!! Oh and the moodboard isn't mine, it was given with the prompt i received 💕

Warnings: unprotected pinv, oral(f!receiving), violence/horror aspects

Frankie pulls up to the boat dock, sighing as he puts his truck in park. Another day, another five boat tours, he thinks as he locks the vehicle. He wanders to the entrance of the touring building, taking his time even though he can see the small crowd of people waiting for him. He sighs before pasting a customer service smile onto his face and quickening his stride. “Good morning, folks! We'll get started in just a few minutes.”, he called as he jogged into the building. Frankie pulled the keys to the boat off the hook and went out the back door to the dock. A trail of people were following him as soon as he opened the back gate, and he suppressed an eyeroll when he saw some of his regulars. 

Yes, Frankie had regulars. The same few people would come back week after week to go on one of the tours and hear his stories. He would have thought that once would be enough, but clearly, he was wrong. He motioned for the first group to come forward, staring out into the murky waters as they got settled on the covered boat. Something caught his eye briefly, and his head snapped to the left, but he didn't see anything besides a few ripples in the water. One of his regulars tapped him on the shoulder, clearly impatient to get going. Frankie turned and clapped his hands once. “Alright, let's get going! I'm Frankie Morales, and I'll be your tour guide today. I see some familiar faces here, so y'all will have to bear with me as I go over a few things.”, he said, raising his voice to be heard over the murmurs in the group. 

Frankie went over the rules of the tour: keep all limbs inside the boat at all times and no standing up while the boat is in motion. “I don't want to have to fish anyone out of the swamp today.”, he finished, a few people giggling at the thought of it. Finally, he sat down and turned the boat on; it roared to life almost instantly. Again, something caught his eye in front of him, but he couldn't see anything out of the ordinary as he scrutinized the water. Shrugging lightly, he pulled the boat away from the dock, starting up his spiel about the wildlife in the swamp. He came to a stop about fifteen minutes later, turning and watching the group of small children as they watched the alligators swimming in the muck. Frankie smiled lightly as he watched them squeal in delight as their parents took photos, trying to get both their children and the animals in the same shot. This was the part of the job that he loved, watching the kids be absolutely enthralled by wild animals. 

Finally, he was able to move on deeper into the swamp, where he started up on the ghost stories. This was the highlight of the trip for a lot of people, as he always had different stories to tell, with the exception of one that he always told. The same story he told of you, day after day; the story of how you were murdered, your body dumped here in the swamp to be forgotten. “Now, this next one some of you may have heard already, so keep the heckling to a minimum.”, Frankie said, turning the boat off and swiveling around in his seat to face the group. The boat drifted in the murky waters as the slow, gentle current moved. He started the story, and some of the regulars did groan, but he waved a hand at them. His eyes were on the kids that were watching him, attention completely caught by how he weaved the tale. 

“Her family reported her missing the day after she was murdered; of course, they didn't know that yet. Authorities finally found a shoe and some DNA evidence that suggested she had been dumped out here and left for the animals to eat.They dragged the swamp for days, but never found a body. No one was ever charged for it either; no body, no crime, right?”, he chuckled, looking out over the water. “People swear that they can see her spirit out in the swamp right about this time of day, and sometimes at night too. That when the light catches just right, they see the spirit of a beautiful woman, drifting over the murky waters.” He paused for a moment before shrugging and clapping his hands, startling several of the people on board the boat. “So I've heard anyway, I've never seen her myself, so who's to say?”

Frankie watched as several people shuddered at the story, even some of his regulars. He continued on, waxing more poetic nonsense he didn't believe about the swamp as he continued to drive the boat through it. Stopping for some final photos of the wildlife, he looked out over the water, watching as the sun slowly rose higher in the sky. Then, he heard a splash close to the boat. He ignored it to start with, but then something hit the boat just enough that it started to rock in the gentle water. Frankie turned in his seat, looking over the edge of the boat. He reached back and grabbed an oar from behind his chair, lowering it into the water, searching for what could have hit the boat. As he leaned down, peering at the water, he caught a glimpse of you. Briefly, but just enough to know that something was in the swamp with them. 

It all happened so fast. One minute Frankie was in the boat, staring into the eyes of what he thought was a large gator, and the next minute you hit the boat again, throwing him off balance and into the water with you. He surfaced, trying not to breathe in the algae and other muck in the water as he turned, trying to see what was in the water with him. You swam under him, amber eyes glinting with satisfaction as you saw that this was indeed the man you were looking for. The one who told your story day after day but didn't believe. Well, you would make him believe. You reached out, a clawed hand grasping at his calf and pulling him under the surface. The onlookers still in the boat gasped in horror as Frankie went under. The dread mounted as he didn't resurface. Finally, after a few minutes, his hat popped up, several feet away from the boat. The group stared out into the water as several of the children started to cry from the shock of it all. Finally, one of the regulars dug a satellite phone out from under Frankie's seat, radioing in what had happened and that someone needed to be sent out to drag the swamp. 

Frankie gasped, his lungs finally filling with air. He turned on his side and spit water out of his mouth before looking around him. He was in some sort of cave system, with an entrance not far from where he was laying. If he was quick enough and quiet enough, he could probably get out without being noticed. He scrambled up onto his feet, groaning softly as his calf burned with the effort. He looked down, seeing dark, bloody scratches in his skin. Then, he heard you speak from deep within the cave, your sultry voice weaving into his ears.

“Leaving so soon?”, you asked; he turned and stared into the darkness, finding your amber eyes staring back at him, unblinking. Frankie swallowed, limping backward a bit as your eyes blinked slowly in the dark before you rose to your full height, coming out of the damp dark of the back of the cave. You stepped into a beam of light from above and his eyes widened as he took in your form. Your emerald scales around your face shone against your dark skin as you walked through the light beams. The ones curving down your body slowly changed from the bright emerald to a darker, more olive green until they reached your mud covered feet. Dried mud was in your dark curls, but it didn't weigh it down; if anything, it made it more textured. Your entire form was bare to him, and his eyes traced the swell of your voluptuous breasts down to your thick thighs and the patch of coarse hair between your legs. You seemed to be proud of the effect your form had on him, stalking ever closer, baring your teeth as your eyes flashed at him.

So entranced by you, Frankie stumbled over a loose rock and fell into the mud. Despite his obvious fear, he couldn't help but be lured in by your beauty. Frankie caught himself tracing the line of your scales down your body with his eyes. You let out a manic giggle and his eyes snapped back up to your face, now mere inches from his own. “Like what you see?”, you asked, leaning down into his space. He gulped before responding with a question of his own. “What do you want with me?” “I wanted you to see that I was real. That the story you tell every day on your little boat tours is very much alive and real.”, you responded with a hiss. Puzzled, he looked you up and down again before he remembered the last story he had told before you showed up. Frankie said your name softly, staring up at you with something akin to reverence. 

Your eyes widened before you turned away from him; you hadn't heard your name in years, always referred to as the woman who drowned, the woman who died and was left in the muck. You took a deep breath before turning back to him. Frankie was on his feet by then, but he had stopped trying to leave. Instead, he stepped closer, as if trying to see more of you. Your clawed hand shot out, grabbing his wrist and hauling him closer to you. You could see the tinge of fear in his eyes, but there was something else there too: sadness, curiosity, barely concealed lust. He looked down at you slightly, eyes roaming your face; he was taller than you'd expected, but not by too much. You turned away from him again, almost regretting your plan; you hadn't expected him to figure it out so soon, but he was smarter than you realized. “Why me?”, he asked softly, “Why not any of the other idiots that tell your story?” You growled low in your throat, snapping back to face him. “No one else gets to travel my waters without being touched, now do they?” Frankie's face twisted in confusion again; “Your waters?”, he asked. “The swamp made me who I am. It kept me alive all this time after I was supposed to be dead.”, you murmured, looking down at the water lapping at your feet. “I took an interest in you because you're different than the others. Because you don't believe. So I have to make you believe.” 

Your grip on his wrist tightened as you turned, pulling him further into the cave with you. Frankie came along willingly, if only not to anger you further than he already seemed to have done. You stopped suddenly, turning and pushing him back down into the mud before straddling him. Your lips curled back into a smile, showing off your sharp teeth before you kissed him roughly. His hands went up, not knowing what to do with them; after a brief moment, he surrendered to your kiss, matching the pace you set with ease. Your tongue pressed to the seam of his lips and he granted you access almost immediately, groaning into your mouth as your tongue slid against his. You broke the kiss before sliding your mouth down his jawline and finally to his throat, nipping at the soft skin there, drawing blood that you licked away a moment later. Frankie let out a strangled moan, his hands coming to rest on your waist as you continued to suck bruises onto his neck. Finally, you pulled back, satisfied with your handiwork. He stared up at you, breathing heavily as his hands tightened and loosened on your waist. His pupils were blown, black almost covering his pretty brown irises. 

You roughly pulled his shirt up, one clawed hand drawing blood as you did so. Frankie let you, leaning up a little to let you take his shirt all the way off. You ran one finger down his chest and torso, catching at the waistband of his cargo shorts. With one sharp twist, you cut through the belt and the waistband of his shorts all at once. He gulped, watching as you pulled his shorts and underwear down until he was completely bare under you. His cock was hard, flushed red at the tip and twitching. You grinned again, teeth flashing as you lowered your cunt down against him, gliding up and down smoothly. Frankie moaned, bucking his hips against you; you quickly caught them, digging your claws into his skin hard enough to draw blood. “Stop moving.”, you growled, leaning down to get in his face. He swallowed hard, then nodded. You continued to grind down against him, throwing your head back with a guttural moan as you did so. It felt so good, just like you knew it would with him, only him. 

Finally, you stopped moving your hips and slid up his body again, positioning your cunt over his face. You grabbed his hair roughly, pushing his face into your dripping pussy. His tongue immediately starting lapping at your folds, causing you to moan and start grinding against his face harshly, leaving almost no room for him to breathe. His nose bumped against your clit with every grind, and his scruff was creating the perfect friction for you. You ground down against his mouth faster and faster, and Frankie placed his hands on your hips, grounding you as he groaned into you. He dipped his tongue into your dripping hole, thrusting in and out rapidly; you keened, throwing your head back as you rapidly approached your high. Then, you pulled his hair again, forcing his mouth up to your clit. He pursed his lips, sucking it into his mouth and teasing it with his teeth and tongue before sucking hard. It was the last straw for you as you came hard on his face, grinding your hips down harshly, chasing every bit of that high. 

Your hips came to a stop and you lifted off him, staring down at his cum and mud covered face and chin. The lust in his eyes was still there, and you smirked, tapping his cheek lightly with a claw. “I'm not done with you yet, pretty boy.”, you snarled, sliding back down his body, scales catching his sensitive skin and cooling it. Frankie's eyes widened, then closed as you wrapped a hand around his cock, squeezing tightly enough to make him choke out a moan. He bucked into your hand as you smeared precum all over the tip, raking a single claw down his entire dick gently. Then, you lifted up off him, lining his cock up with your entrance before sinking down, taking him to the hilt. You cried out, claws digging into his chest and drawing blood as you adjusted to the size. It had been years since you had done this, and the stretch was almost too much; you could feel every vein pulsing against your walls. 

Frankie was in awe of you; he bucked his hips up into you, pushing himself impossibly deeper into your cunt. He reached up, dragging his fingers over the scales on your chest before pinching a nipple, rolling it between his fingers. You started to move, roughly sliding up and down his length causing you both to moan in tandem. His hands wandered to your hips, clenching them tightly as you quickened the pace, raking your claws down his chest as you did so. You saw him wince in pain, but it just made you dig your nails in harder. Frankie cried out in pain at that, but then his hips bucked uncontrollably and you laughed, a shrill hiss leaving your throat at the juxtaposition of it all. He was perfect, all thick and long and hitting all the right spots inside you. You leaned over him, catching his mouth in a surprisingly gentle kiss; he tangled his fingers in your curly hair as you pressed his hips further into the mud with every movement. 

As you broke the kiss, he looked up at you again and shuddered; your eyes and scales were lit up by a stray beam of light and you looked otherworldly, like something that didn't quite belong. Frankie was quickly pulled out of his fear by you clenching around him as you came with a groan. He bucked his hips once, then twice more and came with a loud shout of your name; you moaned at the sweet sound of it spilling from his lips. Your hand reached out, almost of its own accord, attaching itself to his neck and squeezing. His eyes bulged as you applied more pressure, claws sinking into the sides of his neck. Then, you pulled your hand away, ripping through his throat in the process. 

You watched the life drain from his eyes, gazing down at him unflinchingly. You slid him out of you with a soft grunt before pulling his body into the swamp, submerging him completely. You had made a deal with whatever gods there were, to bring you someone with whom you could spend the rest of your days. 

It took weeks for his body to heal, to become as yours was. You watched as law enforcement drug the swamp where you had taken Frankie, only to find nothing. Watched as people mourned him, watched as the boat tours were shuttered. Finally, it was time. You slipped a hand into his, willing him to awaken; his eyes, once brown, shot open to reveal bright amber. His face and body shone with bright, brand new brown and dark green scales that traced the length of his form. You smiled as he stared up at you, all sharp teeth. His hand flew to his throat as he coughed. “What did you do?”, he sputtered. You laughed before answering, “The gods gave a gift. Just like they gave me life, they did to you as well.” Frankie sat up, staring down at himself; he knew if he had a mirror, his eyes would be shining the same shade as yours. He rubbed his throat again, feeling the scar you had left on him. “Now, where were we?”, you asked, lifting yourself up to straddle his lap. His hands, now clawed, found your waist as you peered down at him through hooded eyes.

It took a long while for Frankie to come to terms with what you did. He missed his old life, the people and the livelihood he had. But, in time, and with uncharacteristic patience from you, he came around to the idea. Soon, he relished in his new form, joining you for hours, drifting through the murky swamp as you showed him all the things he could do now. 

And sometimes, when the light hit the water just right, people would swear they saw the spirit of you with Frankie Morales by your side. 

[just-a-carrot]

Carrot,

congratulations on the first anniversary of the completed game "Our Wonderland"!

Ahem... Carrot, you are my favorite developer in memory and the person who interested me with your games, plots, Renpy technique, drawing and music! (And for the Main Character Asexual! It's rare, and it's a plus, I'm Asexual myself👀)

I want to thank you again for finishing your game.

For inspiring me to keep creating when I thought it wouldn't make me try that hard anymore.

For what makes us happy and inspires us❤️

For answering our curious requests and delighting us with your works! Hehehehe✨

Honestly, I'm really glad I came across your game (thanks to Orlam, AHEM), hehehe ✨

Besides, your game helped many people, even me! I admit, I, like Iggy, didn't think that anyone would want to be in a relationship with an Asexual, but... Seeing the ending with Orlam and the others - I understand that there will be those who will love you, even if we... Hehe, we can't please in "this" way😅

Your game really helped a lot of people, you are really a very good person, author, and developer ❤️

I understand that you have had hard times, I sympathize and understand what it is like. But, I am glad that you are doing what makes you happy 🦊❤️✨

Your stories, even the comic "BroomTail" and the AU about Iggy the mermaid, heheheThe same as you - we are happy and your bright and happy moments (and your photos, Wow!👀✨) make us happy

Thanks a lot ❤️

-With love, Casey (Fox🦊)

P.s. Wanted to make a joint art, but there was not enough time, hehh… Well, yes, it's also my birthday 🤣

ahhhhhh thank you!!! this is so sweet and really made me tear up!! hearing this today when I am also so tired and jetlagged hahaha it really means so much 🥲💕

thank you so much for loving the game and chars (and Orlam) so much fjdjdjd I always enjoy seeing your posts and comments and art!! It means so much how long you've been following my games and how supportive you've always been. I'm so happy to have you here in the community!! and happy birthday as well!! I remember now from last year when you said the release was on your bday hahaha

the art is so cute, too!! 💕 the little Genzou is killing me 😭

I'll also be doing something a little later today for the anniversary, I hope people will enjoy it 😊

thank you so much for this sweet message 💕

[actuallysaiyan]

Hi Bacon!💚 I just saw your valentine event and I think the prompts are sooo sweet! 💕I would like to request Giyuu from Demon Slayer trying to plan the perfect Valentine's Day for reader but everything falls through! NSFW please🫶🏽

warnings: smut, unprotected sex, use of aphrodisiac, slight nipple play word count: 1.1k pairings: Giyu Tomioka x Fem!Reader summary: Giyu tries desperately to plan this beautiful day for you, but he swears he's got the worst streak of bad luck. Still, one thing ends up in his favor.

Giyuu knows how important Valentine’s day is for you. He thinks it’s a fun holiday as well. Before he met you, he might have dismissed it and called it stupid. But he sees the way you look at the decorations and the candy and chocolates that are now in the stores. He knows that you are so enamored with everything that has to do with this beautiful holiday that celebrates lovers.

So this is why he knows he’s going to have to pull it together and get ready for the big day. He practically begs not to go on any missions when the time comes. Some people call him callous and mean, others call him whipped and others(mainly Mitsuri) call him so sweet and romantic for planning such a big day for his lover.

Yet when the big day comes, things start unraveling at the seams. Things are breaking down before they can even be built up. The florist that he was planning to get the flowers from somehow really messed up on his order. Instead of a beautiful bouquet of roses and carnations, they end up being just a bunch of mismatched end cuts from someone else’s order. The florist tries to apologize, stating that something happened to his shipmen, but Giyu is so angry and decides to move onto the next phase of his mission.

He checks in with the restaurant that he has reservations with. His heart wrenches when they tell him there must have been some sort of mixup because they do not have his name on file. He’s not sure what else could go wrong from here, and yet he is trying to remain calm. As a show of good faith, the restaurant gives him two take-out meals on the house. Giyu figures he’s going to be able to fix this valentine’s day yet.

But it’s when he reaches your favorite candy store to see that they are completely out of stock, this is when he realizes the whole day is ruined. He’s going to need to improvise if he wants this to work out well in his favor. So he decides to head to an apothecary for something a little more…naughty. He purchases what seems to be the last bottle of an aphrodisiac.

On his way home, he’s a little more than upset at how his plans ended up. He’s ready to tear the hair out of his head. But he knows he’s got a little bit of a plan left. He finds a store near your home and manages to get some candy. With the last of his supplies, he tricks his way towards where you live. It’s not the romantic valentine’s day he was planning, but it’ll have to do.

When you see him, you’re quick to invite him inside. You and Giyu don’t always get time together, so for you just having him home with you tonight means the world to him. He frowns as he thrusts the gifts in your direction, his face stating a different story than what you’re feeling.

“My, my! You really shouldn’t have,” you tell him, sitting down on the couch.

As you open up the gifts and see the chocolate and the dinner that’s for two, you are so delighted. Then you notice the bottle from the apothecary and you inquire about it.

Giyu blushes, “Uhm…” 

You smile, “Yes? What is it?”

“It’s an aphrodisiac.”

Your cheeks heat up as well. You read the ingredients, noting that it seems to be fairly innocent and probably won’t pose any health risks. So you open it up and you can smell how sweet the scent is. Before Giyu can even react, you drink a little bit of it. He gasps and tries to take the bottle from you. He hadn’t even really been that serious about it.

“W-what did you do that for?!” He asks, and you giggle.

“It’s for us. For tonight, right?”

You were right. Still didn’t mean he wouldn’t be completely overwhelmed by this product. Instead of worrying about it, he decides to take a step in your direction. He takes a sip of it too, noticing how he shudders and all the hair on his body stands on end.

It takes mere moments for it to hit you both. In a frenzy of kisses and tugging on clothes, you two find yourselves entangled on the couch together. Giyu moans as he presses searing kisses to your skin. His lips attach to your neck first, leaving marks all over the tender flesh there. You wrap your legs around him, tugging on his hair a little. The sounds that fill the room are your moans and pants as Giyu worships your naked body.

“You’re so beautiful,” his mind is so clouded by lust. 

You whine the moment he cups your breasts. You watch through hooded eyes as his thumbs rub your nipples, making you whine even louder. Then he leans in to suck on one of them. Spit coats your nubs as he switches from one nipple to the other. You can barely contain the sounds you’re making as the aphrodisiac courses through your veins.

Giyu’s about to spread your thighs and get on his stomach when you beg him to fuck you. There’s a pink tinge on his cheeks, but he’s heard you. He’s not about to deny you what you want. His hands fold your legs up to your chest, and he watches as your pretty little hole dribbles just for him. You’re already so wet and he’s only kissed you and sucked on your nipples.

With one hand, he guides his throbbing cock to your folds. He teases you both, dragging the head up and down against your labia. You beg him more than once to put it in, and just the sound of your voice is beginning to make his head spin.

“This what you need?” He asks, a teasing tone to his voice as he presses the tip inside of you.

The moment he begins to slide inside of you, it’s the moment you both know that the aphrodisiac is a strong one. Immediately your walls begin clenching around him, desperately trying to milk his dick. Giyu moans loudly as he bottoms out, his heavy balls plush against your ass. He takes a shaky breath, trying not to cum just yet. Then slowly, he begins his pace. It’s sensual and deep, the tip of his cock pressing against your cervix. He leans in to kiss you, and your tongues rub and roll together hotly.

“Guess this wasn’t the worst valentine’s day,” he confesses. He chuckles when he sees the confusion on your face.

“I’ll tell you later, for now…”

He thrusts deeper and harder into your tight cunt. “I’m busy right now.”

[oya-oya-okay]

Questions for No Yandere Sim AU! by @quartztwst 🐰

1. Does your OC have parents or family in the AU? If not, what is their current living situation?

Shuu has an older sister named Hagi. She's in the same class with her! But no information is known about their parents🤫🤫🤫

2. What are their thoughts on Quartz?

Shuu doesn't often notice Quartz, but when she sees her, she wants to talk to her + compliments, invite her for a walk/lunch with Azul!!💕💥💥 She thinks Quartz is a sweet, shy girl🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰 And doesn't suspect anything about her XDD

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3. What is their thoughts and relationship with Azul? How did they meet Azul?

Shuu considers Azul to be a very cool guy, she admires him very much and wants to be friends with him, communicate, get married- AHEM- In general, she is head over heels in love with him with sincere love (which turned into an obsession), but she does not follow him or photograph him or do similar things. She just wants to spend time with him, chatting and chatting and chatting. They probably just met sometimes in the hallway, in class together, and so on, so she gradually fell in love with him, but quickly❤️

4. What are their relationships with other characters/OCs?

All the twst characters treat her neutrally, probably!!

But here's how Shuu treats other OCs!

• Shin by @liyuviq IS HER SUPER BEST FRIEND!!!💖💖💖 She was fascinated by them at first sight and wanted to make friends with them. She was probably the one who took the initiative🤗💕💕 and as a result, they are now friends, taking care of each other and spending time together!!😭❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️ There is a possibility that she will then buy paired phone key chains for them💗

• Chiyo by @inotonline!! ANOTHER GOOD FRIEND, BESTIES!💕💕💕💕 Chiyo is very cool, beautiful and caring✨ Shuu may have started wearing hairpins and cute bows to look cuter and more beautiful thanks to her!!💖💓 Shuu was delighted with her and was shy at first, but then they found a common language and became friends💕

• Yuya by @cheerleaderman!! A GOOD FRIEND AT SCHOOL, IF SHE SAW YUYA IN THE HALLWAY, SHE WOULD DEFINITELY COME UP TO THEM TO CHAT OR HUG!💕💓💖💗💘❤️ She's very comfortable and fun with them! Sometimes Yuya really surprises Shuu, but it attracts her, not repels her!💕💕💕💕💕

• Yuu Shi by @boopshoops!! LOOK AT THIS BEAUTY, IT'S IDOL FOR SHUU!!💖💥✨ Yuu probably doesn't pay much attention to Shuu, XDD, but Shuu completely admires her!🛐🛐🛐 She would like to take photos with her often and maybe sometimes she behaves obsessively because she is very worried around her, hehe🤭🙃

• Yuuki by @theolivetree123!! Cute and scared🥺🥺🥺😭😭😭 Shuu has feelings for them, as if she saw some cute kitten, she would like to talk to them to make them feel more comfortable🙏💕💗 (BUT SHE PROBABLY CAN'T DO IT FOR YUUKI XD)

5. What grade/year is your OC?

Shuu is 16-18 years old but in this AU she's 17 years old (2nd year)

6. What is your OCs goal for the school year or in life?

Find a lot of good friends. Graduate and keep her friendship with Azul💖💖💖💗💗💗

7. Your OC is being framed for murder of another student by Quartz, how does your OC react to that? Does your OC know it's Quartz?

OMG Cry? SHE'LL PROBABLY BE SCARED. LMAO

8. Your OC notices Quartz carrying a weapon in her skirt pocket. That's strange since the female school uniforms don't have skirt pockets. Does your OC report this?

She would be super surprised😳😳😳 But it's unlikely that she would tell anyone about it!!🤝

9. Where is your OC usually with or at during school? Classes? With Azul? Skipping class? Where do they eat lunch?

Classes!!✨ She's a diligent student, XD. She always having lunch with her friends or sister, on the street!!

10. How are your OC's grades?

Not too bad but not too good either. AND THERE ARE CONSTANT 0 POINTS IN MATH-