#Beware of spelling errors

[cerealboxlore]

Late Night Pride Post (T4T Billy and Cissie Edition)

Yo what up, I have overdue assignments and overdue fanfictions to post, but hear me out:

Captain Marvel is found out to be Billy Batson, twelve year old orphan kid from Fawcett city, AKA, the Champion of Magic, AKA, the kid who hid his age and identity from the JL for over four years. :D fun

Yeah the JL didn't like that. However, due to his position as one of the heaviest hitters on the League, and his good reputation, Billy was not kicked out from the JL, instead being put on a probationary/suspension period, where he would be observed by a JL member to oversee his ability to be a hero.

Who is it overseeing Billy's JL suspension, Y'all ask? Well, y'all gonna find out~

Now, cut to a week later

Cissie and Billy going out on a cute little date and having a nice time together.

Going on a picnic in the park, taking a lovely stroll through the city gardens to appreciate Cissie's flora knowledge, touring the museum district together to hear Billy go wild about the exhibits~ They're just two youngsters in love who are having a very nice first date <3

Nothing can go wrong~

...

Except it's the Batson luck to always have something go wrong.

Just as Cissie and Billy are touring through the museum district and enjoying a rest for a root beer float to share, a loud and whailing screech booms from down the street. The Shockwave sent rubble and debris flying through the air, sending Fawcett citizens running for their lives at this new attack on their city.

Wanting to check out the scene but also needing to protect Cissie, Billy grabbed hold of her hand with a blushing face and ran outside, needing to see just a glimpse of what he was going to be up against soon before he sent Cissie to safety.

It was just a second.

A split second before his stomach sank to hell and dread filled his heart.

Down the street he could see it....

The green glow of a power ring and the ginger hair of the one superhero he hated the most; Guy Gardner.

And oh yeah there was an alien monster there, too 😒

Of all days, of all the superheroes to bring a fight down into HIS city, it had to have been Guy Gardner during his first date with Cissie. Oh that was just fantastic! Billy just had a hunch that Guy steered the fight into Fawcett on purpose.

Unable to transform into Captain Marvel due to the crowd around him, Billy had to let Guy Gardner handle this fight with a grunt.

When the dust settled and the crowd cheered for the the Green Lantern, Billy tried to escape with Cissie to leave Guy behind, but as luck would have it, Billy ended up getting followed by the annoying man.

Now, Billy wasn't only getting irritating advice from the man about being a hero when he was Captain Marvel, no, NOW he was carrying a third wheel on his date 🙄 who was constantly trying to give Billy not so subtle dating advice (child version advice, but still embarrassing coming from an adult regardless).

Guy Gardner: Hey, kid! A foot apart from the girl. Don't get any funny ideas about holding hands on the first date, hahaha!

Billy: (*｀Д´)ノ！！！

Cissie thought it was funny.

Billy just wanted to punch Guy to the moon.

TLDR: Billy's first date with Cissie ends up interrupted by a hideous creature that came from space, and an alien, too.

Don't worry, in the end, Guy makes it up to Billy for embarrassing him on his first date and helps to impress Cissie with a little fly through the air for them both.

[girlhelpicf]

i play rocitizens on a private server because im scared ill actually be convicted due to how abhorrent my driving skills are

[tcthecreatxr]

The story of just another! tale

Long ago…two races ruled the world… monsters and humans…one day war broke out between the two races… the humans were victorious…they threw every monster underground of a mountain and sealed it with a powerful spell…

Mt. E.bott 2023 September 5th… those who go to the mountain will never return…

this story will be completed in the meanwhile, I will post the rest later :)

[xanwyn]

animation for THE NEON VOIDD BABYYYY

this post is for @sugarpasteltmnt

‼️‼️MEGA YAPPING AHEAD PLEASE BEWARE‼️‼️

this might end up being really long and rambly and sappy but maybe not who knows.( it was) (and also featuring numerous spelling errors i am way too tired to fix and i am not re reading what i just wrote) SO. yknow how when chap idek..25(?) came out and i was all like “yeah so i made this animation for TNV and ill drop it when the fic ends” in your ask box? so. I FINISHED IT RAHHH. technically it has been finished since i sent that ask but ohhh my goodness did it need polishing. i haven’t animated in 4 years before that and omg it felt so good getting back into it but IDFK SOMETHING IS STILL NOT UP TO MY STANDARDS. i feel like i could have done so much more with it and i deffo wanted to but as soon as i told myself “oh yeah this is basically done” art block literally sucker punched me in the gut out of NOWHERE. I COULD NOT PICK UP MY I PAD. I COULD NOT DRAW. I WOULD STARE AT THE WIP ANIMATION AND BE UPSET BC I DDINT WANNA WORK ON IT AHH. that goes with saying. i kept having this thought in the back of my head “you need to finish it. you have a wip sitting. finish it. go do it. what are you doing are you STARTING ANOTHER PROJECT??? anddd yeah i got super distracted with other stuff and other projects and then i started spending my free time rewatching 2012 turtles and omg this summer has been a mess. i have all the free time in the world and i choose to be the least productive as possible with it even though i have a job that lets me literally sit on my phone and do whatever i want if no one is there. (i’ve brought my switch to work numerous times ☠️) what i was trying to get at is the fact that TNV has inspired a lot of the old me to come back and i lowk missed her. i really missed the point in all those words up there but im here now so whatever. BUT. TNV made me make a tumblr account, i got back in to animation AND digital art in general, got back into longfics that are ongoing, AND it also helped kickstart ideas for writing. i’ve got so many stories now!! you are such an inspirational person pastels i just- every time i read a new chapter of yours it made me wanna go get up and do something. i wanted to create something. because at the end of each chapter, i would think- “woah. a person out there just wrote this. they just sat down one day and committed. i wanna do that” so i did that. just huge thank you and shoutout to you pastel. like damn. idk no words from me here. just a bunch of platonic hugs and kisses and thankyouthankyouthsnkuou for this lovely heart wrenching but also sweet story. i love this fandom (tmnt) so SO much and i think it’s so awesome how interactive you are with your own personal NV fans. crazy how we’re all here because of a bunch of turtles. 

STUFF ABOUT THE ANIMATION:

okay i really like to talk and if you let me, i will run my mouth. this is the internet so im gonna do just that. so more words for you to read 😁. AHEM. so like i stated before in the genuinely scary mess of words up there, i haven’t touched animation in a while, like, 4 years a while. yes i’ve done digital art here and there along the years, i haven’t been doing it nearly as much as i need to to use some programs to their full potential. layers are still confusing, and don’t even get me started on multiply and all that jazz. shading never comes out right on digital for me, i gotta work that one out. so, for this animation, i decided to go with a very rough style. nothing needed to be perfect, i just wanted to live my little life of trying to experiment with a bunch of different things all at once in one short animatic. I wanted to do that little ball bounce thing all animation artists start with (i kinda included that with the key). i also wanted to have a go at lip sync (no hate it was my first time) and also timing the animation with the music. i wanted to see how smoothly i could move a figure in and out of and out of the screen as well, which honestly, i think that part might be my favorite. i think i did a good job, and thats what matters. the animation itself lost a bunch of quality on importing it- no clue how it happened but now the ending is grainy af. ignore that pls lol- but it was sitting in my flipaclip for god, i dont even know, 3 months now? i kept going back and forth on if i wanted to share it or not, so im throwing it to the wolves and i guess whatrver happrns happens and im good with that. yay. im actually rrwlly tired now sooo *leaves this absolute pile of words with a video attached at your feet and stumbles away quickly*

also i’ve genuinely never posted anything so i’m learning how to use tumblr too ☠️

[sp4d3syst3m]

Simon "Ghost" Riley x Reader

I used to write fanfiction and now I'm bored, sick as a damn dog, sat on my couch while my mother naps, so why not just write a little drabble thing?

Word Count: 310

Pronouns used for reader is second person! (you)

Notes: I tried to make this more gender neutral, so no explicit AFAB or AMAB reader because I prefer gender neutral writing.

Reader is kind of hinted to be shorter than Simon?? But not actively said so idk.

I use the British dialect. and Oxford commas, and disgustingly good grammar but beware that I may make a spelling error!

This is entirely fluff because it's all I know how to write, with no real

I know no one will read this but why not try? Story below the cut ↓

The thud of the apartment door slams shut, it's Simon but you can't tell, you're sound asleep, curled in a blanket and one of his hoodies.

It's late, probably approaching midnight, and Simon's finally came home, letting out a relaxed groan as he takes in the slightly tidier apartment entrance. He stomps in, taking off those heavy boots you always hated because they not only make his 6'1" stature even taller, but also because they're loud and make him stomp everywhere.

"Where's the hug you always give me at the door? I was ready this ti--" Simon stops short, looking down at you, his eyes immediately softening as he pulls that balaclava that you always insisted come off so you could kiss him off and sets it down on the hallway table that keeps your keys.

He gives a soft sigh, walking to the couch and sitting beside your sleeping figure. Simon just gazes at your sleeping form, you've now turned onto your back, stretched like a small kitten. You look so innocent, so unbothered by the world, and it makes Simon smile.

Simon strokes some of the hair out your face and then behind your ear, moving that hand down to his shoulder so he can shake you gently to wake you, "Hon'? 'M home..?" his gruff voice cuts through the peaceful silence.

Eventually your eyes open slowly, you look up and that smile that always melts the hardened Lieutenant away forms.

"Hey, Si.." you mumble out to him, tired as all hell. It causes him to let out a fond chuckle, reaching his hand back up to your hair to stroke it softly how, you continue, "missed ya.."

"Missed you more, love," Simon responds, leaning down and pressing a soft kiss to your forehead. He lets his lips linger for a moment, "feels good to be home, don'it?"

Thank you so much for reading! Please don't copy, if you translate give credit please :)

[rosh-things]

Keegan Russ - NSFW Alphabet

keegan russ x fem!reader || minors dni

a/n: first time writing nsfw (and writing in general), beware of spelling errors, nsfw bellow

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

usually likes to take short naps after sex, but before doing so he always checks up on you, to make sure you're alright. he would bring you a glass of water and just cuddle while napping together.

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

on you - thighs. he's definitely a thigh guy, he loves anything to do with thighs. he loves grabbing, squishing and fucking them.

on himself - hands. he loves roaming his hands around your body and seeing how his touch affects you.

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

most of the time he cums on your thighs and belly. as long as it's safe, he loves cumming inside you and then watching it leak out of you.

he always makes you cum first, he treats getting you off as his 'main objective'.

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

he likes to be overstimulated. i will not elaborate.

he also enjoys his hair being pulled, though they are short, he loves when you tug on them.

and i feel like he secretly likes it when you take control during sex. he has to have control on the battlefield, so he likes to give it up to you in the bed. he's a switch, but he's usually dominant. he would submit to you only when he's comfortable enough with you.

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

definitely has some experience, this man has fucked before for sure. during the act he knows what to do and he does it good.

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

missionary, spooning and riding, he definitely likes feeling you close.

also any position against a wall.

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

i think he would crack a couple of jokes, 2 or 3 maybe, but would stay serious most of the time. he keeps the playfulness for aftercare. sometimes he's too focused to say anything at all.

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

he doesn't care whether you shave or not, but he likes to keep his own short and neat. most of the time doesn't shave fully, likes to leave a small patch at the top.

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

passionate as fuck. he loves making eye contact during sex - his eyes are glued to you the whole time. he will kiss every part of your body he can reach. definitely praises you a lot and worships your body as much as he can.

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

jerks off maybe like, once a week. he doesn't strike me as a super horny person, i also don't think he has time for that. if he needs to blow off the steam, he would do it with you.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

praise, body worshipping

marking - he loves leaving hickeys on your neck to show others that you're his. he appreciates every scratch and bite mark you leave on him

overstimulation - he's the one to overstimulate you most of the time, but as i mentioned before, he likes being overstimulated too

hair pulling - he never pulls on your hair, but secretly likes his hair pulled

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

classically, he mostly enjoys having sex in the bedroom, but wouldn't mind having sex anywhere else.

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

the noises you make and the look on your face while he's buried deep inside of you never fail to turn him on.

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

anything that could or would hurt you, so no knife/gun play or hardcore choking.

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

he doesn't mind receiving, but he prefers giving waaay more. he eats pussy for his own pleasure. he does wonders with his tongue. he loves eating you out while he's kneeling on the floor and you're sitting on the bed. he also wouldn't mind face-sitting.

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

he likes a mix of both. the pace often depends on his mood. being fast and rough, relentlessly pounding into you feels good, but going slow, sensually dragging out his thrusts in time feels even better.

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

he'd do quickies before going on missions. he enjoys them, but prefers normal sex, he likes taking his time pleasuring you.

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

he doesn't have anything against experimenting, he's quite open and likes testing out new things. when you bring something up to him that you'd like to try out, he's more than happy to take part in it.

as far as taking risk of being caught in public goes, he's only willing to have sex in a public restroom, he wouldn't want anyone catching you two in a situation like this.

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

he can last very long, has a lot of stamina, but usually goes for 2-3 rounds.

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

he doesn't own any toys, doesn't care whether you do or don't. he can pleasure you better than any sex toy would.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

he likes to tease you a little bit, he kinda enjoys it when you beg him to stop the teasing and to just fuck you already.

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

he's usually not that loud, occasionally letting out a few grunts and moans, but he knows what his voice does to you so he tries to be more noisy and also talk more during sex.

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

sometimes he likes to keep parts of his gear (or the whole gear) on during sex. there's just something about you being completely naked while he's mostly clothed that turns him incredibly on. he also likes to wear the mask too.

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

5.6 in/14 cm, average girth, curved slightly up.

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

his sex drive is pretty average. not too high, not too low. i think his sex drive would grow higher, the longer he hasn't seen you.

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

sex tires him out, so as mentioned earlier, he likes taking naps after you're done. before he falls asleep himself, he likes to watch you falling asleep, stroking your cheek or rubbing your back. once he's sure you're sleeping, he will fall asleep too.

[franciswasteland]

TECH!LEO VALDEZ X THEATER KID!READER

MASTERLIST

Summary: You land the role of Veronica Sawyer in a musical your high school is putting on, and your tech boyfriend tries to be supportive and reassure you when you need it.

Warnings: Highschool!au, Mortal!au,already dating fic, Beware spelling errors, im lowkey dyslexic. I DONT KNOW HOW TO END FICS….

Authors Notes: HIII GUYS IM ACTUALLY REALLY EXCITED TO WRITE THIS I LOVE LEO SO MUCH. ALSO THIS IS PARTLY FOR SOME DISCORD FRIENDS !! Possibly not canon written Leo 😭🙏

You were in the drama/theater club at your high school, often appearing as the leading or supporting roles in musicals your school would put on in the auditorium. It was amazing, both fun and something you were good at! But what made it even better was one of the tech kids, Leo Valdez—Who was your boyfriend!

A few weeks ago, you scored one of the lead roles—Veronica Sawyer—in a musical your school was putting on called ‘Heathers’. But, there was a rather… intimate scene with another character, Veronica’s love interest, in the show during the song ‘Dead Girl Walking’, and Leo tried to tolerate it and support you the best he could, but it was getting a little unbearable for him.

“Baby…” Leo whined as you ranted to him about your role in the musical, even though you should have been practicing your lines. “Shouldn’t you be, uh, practicing or something?” He didn't want to send you away like that, but he could go on hearing you talk about that scene.

“Sorry, sorry, you’re right. I’ll go practice my lines. Thanks for the reminder. Love you, bye!” You say apologetically, kissing his cheek quickly (If any teacher or adult at the school saw you do that you’d probably get detention.) and running out from backstage where you were talking to Leo as he worked on… Whatever he does.

It was a few hours from the first showing of the show as your high school was doing a morning and afternoon show. You were backstage getting ready, changing into costume, and makeup, making sure you had your lines completely memorized and you could hit each note in the songs—Which you could. Expect you couldn’t help but be a bit worried about this. Sure, you had played so many roles before throughout the years you’ve been in high school, but you were worried about little things, a lot of little things which slowly added up to become one big thing for you to worry about—Making sure you’d sing the school appropriate version of the lyrics, making sure you wouldn’t blank on stage (How embarrassing would that be?!), making sure you were perfect.

Then you got an idea.

There was one person that you knew for sure thought you were perfect. Your boyfriend, Leo! Of course, you’d be able to get reassurance from him! So naturally you ran—Not too fast though, you couldn’t ruin your costume—off from where you were sat to find him.

It didn’t take you long to find Leo, he was exactly where you had expected him to be after all. “Leo!” You called out as you walked up to him, placing one of your hands on his arm so he would turn around to face you. And he in fact did turn around and face you like you had suspected he would.

“What is it?” He asked, sounding confused. He thought you would be getting ready for the musical, not running up to him for a chat. “Did ya miss me that bad you had to stop getting ready to come find me?” He added with a short chuckle, gaining a smile.

“Nono,—Well yes, but that’s not why I came to find you.” You replied, worry practically seeping through your words the more you spoke. Leo noticed almost immediately.

Your hand was still on his arm, Leo put his hand on top of yours. “Wow, I’m hurt.” He teased. “Well then, what is it? Whatcha need?” That was one of the things you loved about Leo; he always seemed to know when you were worried or upset about something, even if he didn’t know how to comfort you.

“I dunno, I guess I’m just nervous about this. I’m scared of messing up on stage.” You admit to him, and Leo seems to immediately understand what you mean. “Oh, don’t worry about it. You’ll do great, trust me.”

Then, when you were finally getting that reassurance from your boyfriend, it was about roughly 15-to-20 minutes until curtain—Until you would be on stage. Oh, brother.

You were feeling a little more better as you rushed back to the backstage area of the auditorium, Leo’s words ringing in your ears. The backstage was suddenly not as easy to navigate as it was before you ran off to find your boyfriend. People—Either in the show themselves or apart of tech like Leo—Were running around, trying to make sure the preparations were all set and everything was ready for the first showing of the musical.

Then you got told by one of the tech team members to get in your place on stage.

After about 2 and a half hours, the morning show of your high schools performance of ‘Heathers The Musical’ was over. You bowed before the audience, sweating, your throat sore and hurting from singing for almost 2 hours straight. At this point, all you could think of was the bottle of water that was waiting for you by your bag backstage.

As soon as the curtain closed, you ran off stage to where you had set your bag in desire of the bottle of water you had gotten before hand. And there it was waiting for you, along with Leo, your boyfriend.

“See? What did I tell you? You did amazing, just like I said you would.” Leo said, wrapping one of his arms around you, seemingly not minding the fact that you were practically covered in sweat.

“Yeah yeah, I know,” You groan in reply. “Just lemme grab my water before you start praising me.” You let out a dry laugh, —Dry to the fact that your throat was now killing you. You reached out your hand for your bottle of water, but Leo grabbed it before you could. You thought he would hold on to it tightly and reach his hand up high, making you reach even farther for it, but he didn’t. Instead, he opened it for you and handed it to you, seemingly recognizing how tired you were after performances.

“You look tired,” Leo mused, knowing exactly where this was going to go. After most shows and performances, you would be tired and feel miserable. So miserable and tired that you would just crash in his arms. “Come here..” He said, opening his arms for you to fall into. You quickly leaned your whole body against him, leaning into his arms.

“Thank you,”

[kirrbee]

*sans i did for an assignment

(finished it 2 hours before the due date)

https://www.inklewriter.com/stories/191812

theres the link if u wanna play it lol (beware of spelling errors that i didn't catch)

[derputy]

Far Cry 5 as Parks & Rec* - Part 4 (Pt. 1/2/3) || As usual, tagging some awesome inspirations @racheljo47 @ms-rampage @i-am-the-balancing-point @yeetslovescheese - they never once asked to be tagged but they (so far) still let me for some reason <3

(commercial voice) **beware probable inconsistencies & spelling errors. the following meme video may not accurately depict op's feelings towards certain characters. canon accuracies may vary.

[windwheeler-aster]

good morning

summary: what it’s like to wake up to your lover

masterlist

pairings (separate): beidou, ningguang, cyno, and arataki itto x reader

reader info: uses gender neutral pronouns (they/them), is in an established relationship with the characters mentioned, and reader is not traveler

word count: 340 words per character (1.25 mins~ each)

genre: romance, fluff, domestic fluff

format: headcanons

warnings: mention of making out (ningguang), slight spoilers for cyno's backstory

a/n: this is not as proof read as my other stuff, so beware of spelling, grammar, and/or syntax errors!!!!! hope you enjoy it though :)

captain beidou of the crux, a powerful woman in liyue harbour 

she’s also known as the “uncrowned lord of the ocean”

a title so flattering it makes her ego swell to twice the size it was

and sometimes she’s known— no, mistaken for a tyrant who taken control of teyvat’s seas by force

but what she’s not known for is being a selfless lover

beidou leaves that part of herself behind closed doors, reserved only for you to see

the same woman who pierces fear into the hearts of sailors also grumbles whenever you get out of bed too early

she’ll literally drag you back in, don’t underestimate her strength

and once she has you in her grasp? then what, you ask?

well, beidou will have no choice but to pepper kisses along your face, chuckling as you squirm

and whenever she speaks, right after waking up, she has the most gravely of morning voices

it’s incredibly... flustering to hear first thing in the morning, but at the same time it’s so, so, so comforting

eventually, when you two must wake up, beidou brings you to your shared cabin’s kitchen

there, she’ll have you sit down while she makes breakfast for you two

she loves hearing about your day, your sleep, your weird dreams— everything and anything will entertain her as she makes your favorite breakfast

beidou really enjoys hearing your voice, so please never feel like you’re annoying her

and once breakfast is done, she’ll serve it with a smile and a kiss

on most days, your visit with beidou stops there as someone needs her or something must be done

which means that she’ll have to leave you to eat alone, unfortunately

but not after she gives a thousand or so kisses all across your face and give you a declaration of love

because she swears, each and every day, that you’re the greatest treasure she’s ever found

“hmm... oh, good morning baby. didn’t see ya there— thought you were my pillow for a second. did’ya have a good sleep, hun? oh? you had a dream? well, tell me about it— i wanna hear it now."

lady ningguang of the liyue qixing, an intimidating figure

many line up just to reserve some time with this woman, ready to pitch their business ideas and ventures

but many don’t know that a part of the reason of why her time is so limited is because she reserves her mornings just for you

ningguang’s actually quite touch starved, contrary to mosts' belief

she’s used to being cold and blunt towards everyone that meets her

but when she’s with you?

she cannot bear to part with you at all

throughout the night, ningguang will cling onto you throughout the night

despite having a king sized bed with plenty of room, she would much rather be close to you

in the mornings, she enjoys it when you play with her hair

as long as you don’t rip out the strands or pull too hard, ningguang’s luscious locks are free for you to style

and she seems so content whenever you play with her hair

ningguang has her eyes closed, a beautiful smile on her pretty lips, and she’s half-listening and humming along to whatever you’re saying

sometimes, you’ll try and test her by saying something so outlandish that she would never say yes too

it’s made her open an eye and give you a confused look, which only disappears when you begin snickering

when ningguang’s assitants begin to pester her to begin the day, she’ll grumpily get up

but before she leaves the bed, she might or might not engage in a slow makeout session with you... depends on if she wants to annoy her assistants or not

she gets ready quickly though, so there’s no need to rush any early morning romance between you two

eventually, she will need to depart her chambers

but not before placing a kiss on your head and wishing you a good day, of course

“hmph, good morning, my love. you’re so warm this morning...hm? you’re my ‘personal heater’ now? oh, well i don’t see a problem with that... as long as you can still play with my hair? yes, just like that, dearest. now, how was your sleep?”

as the former general mahamatra, cyno can be a scary guy

however, when cyno is simply just your boyfriend?

he's almost the complete opposite of what his former title makes him out to be

in bed, especially in the mornings, cyno is quite cuddly

he prefers having you lay on his chest while he sleeps

but... cyno does sleep better when he can feel your weight on him

and cyno isn’t opposed to switching places, especially after a hard day at the akademiya

he's quite comfortable sleeping on your chest, sighing in delight as he drifts off to sleep 

plus, whenever he wakes, the first thing he gets to see is your lovely face

and it takes everything in him to not coo so softly at you

because half of your face is smushed as you lay peacefully on his chest, your breathing so deep it nearly tickles cyno when you exhale

once he’s woken up more, he begin to stroke your back slowly

but sometimes it’s hard to think when cyno has you right in front of him

he lets his mind unwind as he cotemplates, planning out your day together

and maybe even a cute date to take you on, if the day calls for it

so when he feels like you’ve had enough sleep, he’ll begin his signature “cyno wakeup call”

and once he sees your pretty eyes, cyno will gently lean over and give you a sweet good morning kiss

he’ll start out by gently calling out your name

then he’ll chuckle as you groan and begin to wake up

it’s slow, but it gives cyno a chance to pull you even closer to him

after a while, cyno will gently pull away and give you a love-filled gaze that would be suffocating if it weren’t him

and to finish off this lovely little routine?

cyno will say the worst pick-up line you’ve ever heard, causing you to groan as he cackles and throws his head back

“hey baby. wanna know what’s on the menu for today? well, i was thinking a little bit of me ‘n’ you... get it? hey, hey! don’t give me that look— that one took me a while to come up with! surely it’s enough to earn me a sweet kis— hmm, thank you.”

itto can be terrifying

a lot of people still have many misconceptions about onis, so it isn’t strange for itto to accidently scare people away

oh, if only they knew the itto you knew!

it’s like he’ll stop living if he can’t at least touch you, y’know?

because the itto you know is so clingy in bed

however, sometimes when you two woke up, itto had managed to push you away in the middle of the night

he’s accidentally pushed you off the bed a few times too ...

but for the majority of nights together, while you sleep beside him it’s like a giant bear hug

and itto remembers to ease up on his grip!! most of the time!!

he wouldn’t want his favorite person pillow to be squished, right?

because then he wouldn’t have the best view to wake up too (you!)

seriously though, itto really loves waking up and seeing you

he just thinks you’re so precious when you first wake up, and an overwhelming desire to cuddle you takes over him

and if itto wakes up to see that you two separated in your sleep?

he’s quick to remedy that, wrapping you in his big strong arms as he places his head into the crook of your neck

when you do finally wake up, except to have your whole face kissed over and over again 

itto really enjoys relaxing with you before the day starts

most mornings he even plans a nice date for you two too!

just make sure not to shoot down all of his... interesting date ideas, as itto really is trying!!

“good morning, lovebug! while you were just sleeping i just came up with ten date ideas for— oh, right, you just woke up. c’mere, hun. ‘why?’ lovebug, so i can kiss you! obviously... now, pucker up, cutie.”

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[vintagepresley]

68′ Comeback Special.. PART 2

Pairing: Elvis Presley x reader

Word count: 10,812

Warning: 18+ SMUT!SMUT!SMUT! SO MUCH SMUT. virgin reader, oral (m and f receiving, fingering, praise kink, some rough sex, dirty talk, swearing foot fetish, spitting etc. TONS OF KINKS. so BEWARE. 

Authors notes: yet another fanfic I can't really explain, but I couldn't stop and this is what we got. sorry in advance for the filth, lmaoo. Some spelling errors. ENJOY. 

PART ONE. :))

Relax, mmm, let loose, mmm, defrost, mm…

Once Elvis had left the dressing room and was headed back for the stage, he was fixing his pants a bit, making sure everything looked normal, in the back of his mind he knew that what he did in his pants would be a problem for later, it would have everyone asking questions as to how and when the incident happened. But he couldn’t help but chuckle to himself because only you and him would know the truth. He spotted Jerry on his way back and pulled him to the side, “Jerry, do me a favor and just check on the little girl in my dressing room, make sure she’s comfortable and let her know when I’ll be back.” He said with smile. “Yeah, no problem, EP.” He said with a nod as he watched Elvis walk out to take the stage and he headed to the dressing room, the sound of Elvis’ voice echoing as he says, “My boy, my boy….”

Meanwhile back in his dressing room you were still laying naked on the couch, all kinds of thoughts running through your head, you still couldn’t believe what just happened between you and Elvis and the way he made you feel and the person you became in those moments with him. This must be a dream. You also began to wonder what this meant, was this just a one-time thing? Did he mean it when he called you, his girl? You were so confused and yet so excited and anxious for him to return at the thought of what was to come. But before your mind could wander any further you heard a knock at door and you jumped up in a panic, gathering your clothes from the floor as you shouted frantically, “Just a minute!” Since Elvis had been living in his dressing room for the duration of the show, he had a bedroom connected to his dressing room. You quickly sprinted to the next room to clean yourself up, putting your clothes back on. Jerry furrowed his brow a bit as he heard you shout and all the commotion coming from inside the dressing room, and he waited patiently by the door.

Once you were dressed again you rushed back out of the bedroom and over to the mirror in the dressing room, fixing your hair and make-up that Elvis had ruined the best that you could, glancing down at your dress and smoothing out before taking another look in the mirror at yourself and you noticed the small hickeys Elvis had left along your neck and it made you smile as your mind wandered back to him kissing your neck and you quickly snapped yourself back to reality and walked over to the door, opening it slightly and glancing up to see it was the guy from earlier that brought you back, you smile nervously, opening the door a bit wider now. “Oh, hey… Jerry, right?” you say. He nods with a smile, “Elvis just wanted me to make sure you were okay and if you needed anything. I can get something to eat if you like.” You smile and spoke softly, “Oh, that’s so nice! Sure, if you don’t mind.” He nods. “I think the guys went out to get pizza, so I can bring some back for you. Oh, Elvis should be back soon; they’ll probably wrap it up for tonight after the sit-down part of the show.” He says with a smile. “Oh okay, thank you again.” You said happily and he flashed you another smile before walking away and you shut the door closed again, walking back over to sit down, and grabbing the remote to the tv that sat across from the couch, plopping yourself down.

You didn’t know how long Elvis was going be and you needed to do something to get your mind off him while you waited, you were starving and you thought maybe when Jerry got back you could make conversation with him and have him keep you company, Elvis did send him to keep an eye on you after all and he seemed nice enough. You flipped through the channels on the tv eventually stopping and just watching whatever was on. Before you knew it, twenty minutes had gone by and you heard a knock at the door, assuming it was Jerry. Finally. You got up and made your way to the door, opening it to see Jerry standing there with a box of pizza and bottle of coke. “Food just as I promised!” he chuckled softly as he walked past you and set everything down on the coffee table. “Thank you so much, I’m starving.” You laughed softly, immediately walking over to the table and sitting down on the floor, flipping the top of the box open. You glanced over at Jerry who was getting ready to head out. “Wait!” You shouted. He turned with an eyebrow raised. “Something wrong?” He said a bit concerned. You shook your head, “No, not at all. It’s just… It’d be nice to have someone to talk to until Elvis got back. Maybe you could tell me some his secrets.” You laughed jokingly, grabbing a slice of pizza and you began to eat.

A soft chuckle escaping Jerry’s lips and he nodded, “Alright, I’ll stay for a bit… Why not.” Jerry knew to be careful because Elvis didn’t like for him or any of the guys to hang around too long around the women he chose, he was quick to get jealous. But there was no harm being done. So, he grabbed a slice of pizza and a bottle of coke and went to sit down on the couch, watching the television. About an hour passes by and you still sat on the floor listening and laughing along to Jerry’s stories about Elvis and the things he got up to on his movie sets.

Elvis had now finished the sit-down segment of the special and he was headed backstage where he followed Bill to the room where they kept all the outfits Elvis was going to be wearing for the special. Bill wanted to make sure the suit was still intact and help Elvis out of it since he had been sweating like crazy in it and they were worried they may have to cut him out of it. Luckily, that wasn’t the case, but he soon discovered the caked-on stain of semen in his pants once they were off and went into a panic, calling Steve Binder in and telling him what happened. Much like Elvis expected, the questions began to swirl around, and he tried his best not to laugh as he walked off to other part of the room, getting himself cleaned up as the two of them figured out what to do to get rid of the stain. Elvis emerged again eventually from the back room now shirtless in a pair of white shorts that were not only short, but hugged his lower body perfectly, paired with a long black robe that he tied closed in the front. He spoke a little more with Bill and Steve before eventually heading back to his dressing room.

He couldn’t wait to get back to you especially because you had been on his mind the entire performance, it felt like it had gone on for hours because he was just thinking about getting back to you. As he approached the door to his dressing room, he heard you giggling and Jerry’s voice. He furrowed his brow, his jaw clenched as he swung the door open in anger, surprising the both of you. Jerry could already tell from the look on Elvis’ face that he was not happy. “The hell you doin’, Jerry?!” he shouted angrily. You got quiet, you’ve been a fan of Elvis’ for years, but you’ve never seen him angry. Not once. So, this was surprising. “Ah, man, nothing. I was just telling her some funny stories, EP.” Jerry explained. “I told you to make sure she was okay, not make yourself comfortable with her. Find ya own girl to tell your damn stories to, now get out! Let the rest of those sonsofbitches out there know I don’t want to be disturbed.” he shouted. “Alright, man… .” Jerry said quietly as he walked toward the door. You were confused by his reaction, he seemed unbothered by Elvis’ temper, but he knew later Elvis would find him and apologize, because that’s just how he was. Once Jerry walked out Elvis slammed the door closed and locked it and turned his attention to you, his eyes full of jealousy.

You weren’t sure if you should be scared or turned on in this moment, he looked so good, especially in that black robe, but you could tell this was no game. Was he jealous? Impossible. You stared up at him as he walked toward you and you slowly stood up off the floor, playing with your hands nervously, “Elvis…. He wasn’t doing anything... I just got bored in here by myself is all….” you say softly. He stepped closer to you now, not saying a word, his body brushing slightly up against your own the closer he got, his face was inches away from yours, you stared into those gorgeous blue eyes that were a darker shade of blue now. “Elvis..” Before you could even get another word out, his right hand had tightly grabbed a hold of your waist, his lips crashing against yours, kissing you softly and you thought you’d melt right into him in this moment, until he pulled back and a pout formed on your lips, now he was staring at you intensely. Fuck he is so sexy. “What did I say to you earlier? You’re my girl. I don’t want to catch you with another man in my dressing room, giggling like a goddamn schoolgirl.” He said sternly. You felt your eyes beginning to water from the way he was speaking to you but composed yourself. Nothing happened. Why was he so jealous? You couldn’t understand.

You began to look down at the ground as you grew quiet. He sighed and brought his hand up from your waist and placed his index finger beneath your chin, lifting it up so you were looking at him again, his eyes now back to their ocean blue color and he pressed another kiss your lips, his features now softened and spoke softly, “I’m not angry with you, little one. I-I like you and I just get a bit jealous, I’m sorry.” You nodded slowly at his words, leaning toward him to steal another kiss from his lips. You couldn’t help but want him even more despite his small outburst, you hate to admit that it turned you on. Him being jealous over you? It made you weak in the knees at the thought.

He smiled a bit and pulled his hand away from your face and brought it down to grasp your left hand, intertwining his fingers with your own as he tugged gently for you to follow him as he walked back toward his bedroom, following closely behind him you didn’t really get a good look at the setup of bedroom earlier when you were in a panic getting your clothes on, but as you looked around it was dimmed lighting, dark curtains and bedding. The room looked as if whoever was staying here was a vampire, it was interesting to say the least. “Sit down, baby.” He said as he let go of your hand and pointed toward the bed.

You sat down at the edge of the bed, biting down on your bottom lip curious at what he may have planned for the two of you now, watching him closely as he walked over to a table that had a bunch of his personal belongings, he grabbed a small box and pulled out a white filtered tipped cigar, placing it between his lips and grabbing the lighter that sat on the table, bringing it up to light the tip of the cigar. You licked your lips slowly, even him smoking was hot, you couldn’t help but stare, aroused at the sight. What hell is wrong with me? He inhaled sharply and then shortly exhaled, a cloud of smoke forming around him and now he was walking over to you, the cigar hanging from his lips. He was standing directly above you now, you stared up at him, his hands reaching up to brush some of your hair out of your face before cupping it gently and brushing the pads of his thumbs against your cheeks. “Baby, you were on my mind the entire time I was out on that stage. I could hardly focus…” his words a bit muffled with the hanging cigar in his mouth. A small giggle escaping your lips, your face nuzzling into his left hand and staring up at him innocently, pressing small kisses against his hand as you mumbled, “You’re all I was thinking about too…” A grin forming on his lips, bringing his right hand up to grasp the cigar between index finger and thumb, tapping some of the ash off into the ashtray that sit on the bedside table, bringing it back up to lips to take another puff from it, holding it back between his fingers.

He bit down on his bottom lip, he had something on his mind that he wanted to try with you, but he didn’t know how to ask, he wasn’t sure you would go for it. He knew you were still new at this, and he didn’t want to push. But it was running through his mind, the possibilities. His left hand still against your cheek and now he was lightly running his fingers through your hair. “Baby?” He hummed softly. “Yes, Elvis?” You cooed, leaning into his touch more. “I-I… have a q-question…” he asked nervously. He was stuttering now and that only happened when he was nervous about something, you noticed how strange he was acting; you raised an eyebrow curiously at him. “Yes?” you responded. “Y-You can say no, but… I-I was wonderin’ if you’d let me try something with you.” He spoke. You were still confused at what he was trying to ask and was hoping he’d get to the point. “Well, what is it, silly?” you laughed softly.

He leaned over to put his half-smoked cigar out in the ash tray, his hands finding your face again, caressing his fingers lightly against your skin. “Okay, I have a camera and I thought… to make things a little more fun that maybe you’d let me… Ya know, film you?” he asked. You sat up a bit straighter now, not sure how to respond to that and now you got up from the bed, pulling away from his grasp, walking away from him, your arms folding over your chest and your back turned to him as you responded, “Why? So, you can show this to other people? Your friends? I know what I did earlier was new to me, and I was more than willing to fulfill your needs. But I’m not that kind of girl, Elvis.” His eyes widen a bit, rushing over to you now, his arms around your waist, turning you to face him, his hands brushing up and down your arms, causing shivers to run down your spine and goosebumps to form. “No, no, baby…. I wouldn’t show it to anyone. It would be just for me, I promise. I would never do that. I’d just like to film us together… Please… For me, little one?” he cooed. You looked up at him now, biting the inside of your cheek nervously, you looked into his eyes, and you could tell he was telling the truth from the innocence in his voice and the look on his face, you couldn’t believe you were considering this, but how could you say no to him, your arms dropping from your chest. You let out a soft sigh, “If I do this with you, you promise it would be for your eyes only?” you asked. He nodded, “I swear to you, darlin’.” He hummed. “Okay, let’s do it then…” you said softly.

His face lit up at your words, and he pulled you up against him, pressing a gently kiss to your lips as he whispered against them, “Oh, you are in for a treat, little one. I’m going to make sure you know you’re mine… And you won’t forget this time.” He grinned. Your lips still close to one another, a quiet needy whimper escaped your lips at his words, and you quickly bit down on your lip in embarrassment, blushing, knowing he heard it of course. You couldn’t help yourself; he made you feel crazy, and he didn’t even have to do much. He stole another kiss before pulling away and disappearing into the next room. You brought your right hand up to your lips, biting on your fingertips anxiously as you heard him in the other room fumbling around with things, you sat down on the bed.

Elvis comes walking back into the bedroom, camera in hand now along with a small tripod and he had a boyish grin on his face as he began to set it up. “W-What should I do, Elvis?” you said nervously. “I want you to just relax, darlin’. I’ll guide you through what I want you to do for me.” He smirked, once he had the camera set up where he wanted, he turned the camera on, but it wasn’t recording yet. He gestured for you to come over to him with two fingers, you slowly rose from the bed looking nervously at the camera as you walked over to him, he reached up and removed the headscarf from your hair, strands of hair that you had held back now falling in front of your face, he brushed the strands behind your ear with smile. He whispered softly to you, “When I start recording, I want you to take your dress off for me, slowly. But keep your bra and panties on, and those cute knee-high stockings of yours, baby. I just want you to run your hands along your body for me, touching every inch of yourself, I’ll tell you what to do after that…” You nodded, biting down on your lip, completely turned on already by the way he was giving you directions, he grabbed a hold of your hand and brought you back to the bed standing you directly in front of the camera.

You stood there exhaling sharply, trying to relax yourself because even though you’ve just met him, for some reason you felt like you could trust him with your life and that brought some comfort to you. He was standing back behind the camera now, pressing a button on the side and now a red light was flashing, which meant he was now recording. You hesitated at first. But reached your hands around to unzip your dress and you began to slowly shimmy out of it, letting it fall to the floor, remembering the directions he had given you, you began run your hands along neck, down to your chest, gently squeezing your breasts through your bra and running your hands slowly along your abdomen and down to your hips and then over the front of your panties, letting your fingertips linger there for a moment as you looked into the camera and then at him waiting to hear his approval. He smirked when you looked at him, “Good girl…” He said softly. “Now, turn around and climb onto the bed for me, baby... But don’t turn back around until I say.”

You nod your head slowly, turning around for him, looking back at him over your shoulder a bit before climbing onto the bed slowly, sitting up on your knees as your back was still facing him, waiting for his next directions, he exhaled sharply he couldn’t keep his eyes off you, “Unhook your bra, but don’ take it off completely yet. Then turn around and let it fall to the ground.” He whispered. You reached around to unhook bra, the straps slowly falling down your shoulders and slowly removing your arms, covering the front of your bra with your right arm to keep it held up, slowly turning yourself back around to face him, removing your arm and letting it fall to ground, the cold air hitting your nipples causing them to get hard, you whimpered softly at the sensation. “Fuck… now lay back and spread those legs wide open and touch yourself, baby.” He mumbled softly.

You were surprised at how much you were starting to enjoy this, and you could feel yourself already becoming wet and you’ve hardly gotten started, you knew he had a lot in store for you especially after saying you forget you’re his and you felt your face turn red at the thought. You followed his new demands and now propped yourself against the pillows, your head resting against the headboard of the bed, spreading your legs wide open, completely exposed to him, staring into the camera now innocently as you lifted your right hand up and slowly guided it down your abdomen and stopped right above your panty line, tracing your fingers slowly along the hem of your panties, keeping your eyes on the camera, then slowly trailing fingers further between your legs, stopping right above your pussy, brushing your fingers along your already soaked through panties, glancing at him and whispering softly, “Like this, daddy?” you smirked, rubbing two of your fingers up against the fabric of your panties, causing a bit of friction that made you whimper softly. At this point Elvis wasn’t even looking through the camera anymore, his eyes were directly on you, licking his lips slowly, “Such a good girl.” He mumbled under his breath.

He stepped back from the camera now and began to untie the front of his robe, slipping it off and letting it fall to the ground, your eyes widen at the sight of him and what he was wearing underneath, he was shirtless and the white shorts he was wearing caught your eye because they looked like the ones he once worn in his movie, Blue Hawaii, they hugged every part of his lower body the same way they did in the movie. You would recognize those anywhere, you remember not being able to keep your eyes off them in the film and the way he moved in them, the way his bulge was visible, how great his ass looked in them, now your eyes were lingering down to his bulge that had grew in his shorts, his cock practically screaming to be released from them. Fuck him for wearing those shorts. You could feel yourself becoming wetter by the second, distracted by him.

“Ah, Ah… Did I tell you to stop touching yourself, darlin’?” he asked. You gulped slowly your eyes still on his cock, shaking your head and you pressed two of your fingers up against the fabric of your wet panties again, rubbing a bit rougher than before and your hips moving in sync to gain that friction you were yearning for now, whimpering softly, watching him closely as he began to touch his cock through his pants as he watched you, he was licking his lips and grinning at the sight of you. “Goddamn… You’re beautiful.” He mumbled and suddenly he got an idea, and he reached over to grab the camera off the tripod and now holding it in his hands, moving closer to you, he got a close shot of your face and then moved down to get some of your body as well, standing at the end of the bed now, he gestured for you to move toward him, “C’mere, baby.” He hummed. You slowly scoot yourself down toward him till your feet were nearly hanging off the edge of the bed, your legs still spread open for him. You watched him closely, wondering what his next move was, anticipating it.

He leaned forward now the camera in between your legs, getting close shots of your wet panties, this made you blush so hard because the camera was so close to you down there. You propped yourself up on your elbows so you could go get a better look at what he was doing, nipping at your bottom lip. As he held the camera in his right hand, he brought his other hand down to press firmly against your panties, this caused your body to jolt a bit from the feeling and you let out a soft gasp because you were so sensitive down there now, he smirked when he felt how incredibly wet you already were for him and now he was pressing his finger harder against you, rubbing his fingers slowly against you, the fabric of your panties slipping between your folds, you let out a shaky moan, moving your hips forward him against him. He was getting every minute of this on camera, making sure that it was still close on your panties, the harder he pressed his fingers against you the further the fabric moved between your soaking wet lips, letting out few more small whimpers, he chuckled lowly at the sounds you were making. “Shhh… You’re being such a good girl, getting all wet for me like this….”

He pulled his fingers away and they lingered up to the hem of your panties and your eyes lit up with excitement thinking he was going to take them off, but no, that’s not what he had in store for you… not yet. He grabbed the hem of your panties and began to move them up and down, he had pressed the fabric of your panties deep between your folds that the fabric was rubbing right up against your sensitive, swollen clit each time he moved your panties up and down, now you were moaning softly, your head tilting back slightly, you couldn’t believe how incredibly good this felt and he wasn’t even using his fingers against your clit, he pointed the camera up towards your face because he wanted to make sure he captured the faces you were making because of him and then he pointed the camera back down between your legs, gripping the hem of your panties a bit tighter as he moved them up and down faster now, the friction forcing your eyes to roll back, you let out a whimpering moan, pursing your lips together, gripping at the sheets, thrusting your hips forward just a little each time he moved your panties against your clit.

You could feel the wetness pooling between your legs now, you tilted your head back up, opening your eyes to look at him. “E-Elvis… Please…. I want to feel your fingers inside of me….” You begged. You watched that teasing smirk form on his lips, you never knew what he was thinking or going to do next. He let go of your panties and brought his fingers back down your soaking heat, your panties still stuck between your folds, his fingertips caressing them gently, his fingers being coated in your slick, your breathing becoming heavy from all his teasing as you watched him, two of his fingers lingering over your entrance, that was covered up by your panties, you raised an eyebrow pondering what he’s about to do, he didn’t even bother to move them to the side he just shoved two of his fingers inside of you, panties and all, pumping them in and out of you. “Fuck, baby… You’re so tight around my fingers….” He grunted out, he nearly almost dropped the camera out of his other hand because of it, you let out a loud gasp, you still weren’t used to this feeling, you had lost your virginity just hours ago to him, so it made sense.

You squirmed beneath his touch as you felt his long fingers pumping inside of you, you so badly wanted to force your legs closed from all friction he was causing with fingers inside and the small fabric of your panties he had pushed inside along with them, he kept his movements long and slow your eyes rolling back as you let out an airy moan his name slipping past your lips, “E-Elvis…” He glanced up at you with a smirk, the camera steady in his hand as he capture every movement, every angle between your legs, he pulled his fingers out of you and your eyes opened immediately with a pout and he hooked his index finger around the fabric of your panties that was wedged in between your wet folds and pulled it out causing you to whine and squirm, the fabric completely soaked through. You stood back up now, and you watched him carefully as he stood closely above you, your eyes darting down to his cock that look like it was ready to burst out of his shorts, you bit down on your bottom lip, lifting your right leg up and grazing your foot gently over the bulge in his shorts, a soft sound emitting from his lips from your touch, pointing the camera downwards to capture it.

But he grabbed a hold of your ankle, moving your foot away and shaking his head at you slowly. “I’m not finished with you just yet, baby.” He spoke softly. “Now take your panties off.” He demanded. He pointed the camera but to you now, zooming in slowly as he watched through the lens. You were getting so excited now, the fact that he had the ability to make you feel so many things at once amazed you, you just wanted him to ruin you, you nodded slowly to his words and sat yourself up and lifted your hips a bit as you hooked your fingers between the hem of your panties and began to very slowly pull them down for him, once they were down your legs and to your ankles, you leaned back again propped up on your elbows, slipping your left leg out of your panties and lifting your right leg up to him, your panties dangling from your ankle in front of him, smirking to yourself. You watched him lick his lips and he reached up to grab to them. “You’re not getting these back…” He hummed, tossing them over to where his robe laid on the floor. You giggled softly and brought your leg back down to the bed, your legs spread wide open once again and now your wet pussy was on full display for him, your juices dripping from it slowly, he leaned forward once again, his knee resting against the edge of the bed, the camera back between your legs as he captured every inch of your pussy.

He lifted his left hand and brought it down to brush his cold, long fingers up and down between your folds slowly, you shivered from his touch, whimpering, your hips moving forward slightly wanting to feel more, two of his fingers pushing in between your folds, moving up and down slowly, the pads of his fingertips circling gently over your swollen clit, your feet curling against the edge of the bed, you let out a soft moan, he continued to tease your clit, his fingertips circling faster around the sensitive bud, your breathing becoming heavy, tilting your head back, rocking your hips against his fingers, mumbling softly. “S-Stop teasing me… I want your fingers inside… Please-e.” you begged him. You tilted the camera up to your face, smirking. “Let me hear ya beg some more first, pretty baby.” He said teasingly, his fingers still playing with your clit. You tilted your head back up to look directly at the camera that was pointed closely to your face now, your voice innocent and soft, whimpers escaping quietly. “E-Elvis…. Please, baby… I want to feel your fingers inside of me so bad… P-Please, I need you…” you whined loudly.

Before you could get another word out, you felt two of his longer fingers pushing deep inside of your soaking pussy, inching them slowly so they were buried deep, you let out a loud moan, quivering beneath him, your legs already shaking, you were so sensitive no matter how he touched you, your hands gripped the sheets beneath you, your head tilted back, biting down your lip, whimpering and moaning as he began to pump his fingers inside of you slow and long, you started to slowly grind your hips up against them, moaning out his name, the wet noises becoming louder the faster he started to pump his fingers into you, he was still holding the camera steady, recording all of it. Your elbows practically gave out on you as you fell back against the bed, arching your back and your hands tugging at the sheets now. “F-Fuck… E-Elvis…. Baby...” you cried out. He was enjoying every minute of this, seeing you begging and crying out for him, wanting more of him, completely soaking his fingers. It was getting hard for him to hold back and not fuck the hell out of you right now, but he wasn’t finished. He had more he wanted to do, more he wanted to film.

“Mm, look at you… making such a mess on my fingers… My dirty girl.” he cooed. Now he curled his fingers inside of you, hitting all the right spots now, pumping faster and now he was pressing his thumb up against your clit, rubbing it gently in tune with his fingers. “Fuck, fuck, fuck… Elvis!” You cried out, feeling your body going almost limp as you began to shake, toes curling, you didn’t know what was happening now or what you were feeling. You felt like you were about to cum, but it felt different this time, almost as if you had to pee. What the hell? But before you could even question further about what was happening, your body bucked beneath him, his fingers pumping at a quicker pace, his thumb pressed firmly against your clit, your eyes rolling back in pleasure, the sounds leaving your lips growing louder by the minute, unable to feel your body now as a warm liquid came squirting out of you, all over his hand and even onto him and on the camera a little that was still close by. “Oh, fuck yes, little mama. That’s a good girl.” He praised. You felt your body become weak, his fingers slipping out of you, you laid there unable to catch your breath, nor comprehend what you just did, you were shaking, the sound of your voice airy, embarrassed. “I-I…. I’m sorry.”

He shook his head with a boyish grin, angling the camera directly at your dripping pussy, filming the mess you made all over his bedsheets, biting his bottom lip, and then he leaned down against you now and capturing your lips with a kiss and he spoke softly against them, “Sorry for what, mama? That was so fucking hot. I want you to do it again for me…” he said. Your eyes widen a bit at his words, he must be crazy, you could hardly feel your body right now and he’s expecting you to do it again? You whispered softly, “I-I don’t know if I can, Elvis….” He chuckled softly at your words as he stood up straight again, his knee still resting against the bed. “Oh, baby, you will.” He teased.

He pulled his knee back now, standing up straight and once you had a moment to collect yourself, you sat back up on your elbows. “I want you to go sit back against the headboard of the bed now. Your legs still spread open for me.” He demanded. You nodded your head slowly at his words, your body still feeling weak, you carefully and slowly scooted your way back to rest up against the pillows and the headboard, keeping your legs spread open for him still, you weren’t sure what he was doing now, but you knew it was going to be creative. You watched as he walked over to you now and he flipped the camera around so that it was facing him, and he handed it to you. You looked confused but took the camera into your hands anyway. He smirked down at you as he spoke, “I want you to watch me make you squirt again, I want you to film every bit of the mess you’re going to make….” You chewed at your bottom lip hungrily, hanging onto his every word, nodding, peering down at his shorts to see he was still rock hard. Jesus.

He walked away for a moment and into another room, you raised an eyebrow curious as to what he could’ve been doing, he walked back out with the wide grin plastered on his lips, your eyes wandering down to the flesh toned dildo in his hands, you had to do a double take when you realized what it was, your mouth falling open. Is he going to fuck me with that? You pursed your lips together, your eyes widening at length of it, and he walked over to you now, reaching a hand over to brush some of the hair out of your face. “You don’t mind if we use some toys do ya, baby?” he said softly. What kind of question is that? As if I’m going to say no at this point… You shook your head at his question, clearing your throat as you responded, “No… I-I don’t mind.” He nodded with smile, “Good. Now make sure you’re angling that camera down at me, baby.” He muttered. Now he was climbing onto the bed with you settling himself between your legs, placing the dildo off to the side and wrapping his strong arms around your thighs as he pulled you a bit closer to him now. You let out a small sound as he did, and you had no idea how you were going to manage to hold the camera steady once he got started.

He slowly began to trail kisses up and down your right thigh, his soft lips causing goosebumps to form all over, he had the most beautiful lips, and they were so soft, you loved it. You watched him through the lens of the camera, continuing to press soft and gentle kisses along both of your inner thighs until he finally reached the spot that yearned for him the most, still dripping in that hot liquid that came out of you not five minutes ago, he licked his lips as he stared at your pussy, a soft “Mm..” escaping his lips at the sight, you whimpered softly, his eyes then fluttering up to look directly into the camera as his engulfs your pussy lips into his mouth, his tongue gliding up and down in between your lips, finding your clit and circling around it slowly. You gasped loudly, you were so fucking sensitive at this point that it felt like your body went into shock from his touch, you began to moan softly as you felt his tongue against your clit, trying your best to keep the camera steady on him, his eyes still piercing the camera with that look of lust in his eyes as his tongue lapped over your clit in a faster motion, you could hear him faintly groaning up against your pussy as he ate you out, the vibration from his mouth causing you to squirm at the feeling, your eyes slowly rolling back. How is he so good at this? FUCK. You could already feel your legs shaking once again and he tightened his grip on your thighs to keep you still, he lifted his head up slightly, his mouth and face covered in your juices, he mumbled out the words, “Relax, mama… I don’t want you cummin’ just yet.” You were trying your best, but you were so overstimulated you didn’t think you would make it.

He buried his face back into your pussy, sucking softly on your clit now and flicking it between his tongue, you feel your body jolt and you’re whimpering his name loudly, “… El-viss… E-Elviss…” your hips slowly rocking into him. He guided his tongue further down between your lips, now circling your entrance with it before plunging his tongue deep inside of you, pumping it out of you at a steady pace, those blue eyes of his finding their way back up to look at the camera, a sly smirk dancing on his lips. You grip the camera in your right hand tightly to keep it steady and reached down with your left hand to grab a hand full of his dark locks, pulling and tugging at it gently, pushing his face deeper against you as you cried out in pleasure and now your hips were moving up against him in tune with his tongue pumping in and out of you. You could feel your orgasm building up in the pit of your stomach, you didn’t know much longer you could hold on if he continued this.

He could tell you were getting close, so he slowly pulled his tongue out and pulled his face away, you let out a needy whine and he glanced up at you, “Don’t worry, little one… I’m going to give you that sweet release you want.” He smirked. You watched him with desperate, hungry eyes, his face and mouth coated in your slick, and he held his left hand out and spit on two of his fingers, shoving them deep into your tight pussy, pumping them slowly, he could feel you tightening around them, so he slipped another finger in, he wanted you ready to take that dildo deep inside, so continued to pump at a slow pace. Your moans coming out almost silent now as you felt his long fingers inside and you could feel your walls stretching around them. “Mmm… there you go, baby… Just like that…” he mumbled.

He pulled his fingers out of you, your juices dripping from them, and he reached over to grab the dildo now, biting down on his lip with a smirk, you gulped slowly as you watched him, he brought it down to your pussy now, guiding the head up and down between your lips, wanting to coat it with your juices, your toes curling and your back arching at the feeling, he let the dildo linger between your pussy lips and you watched as he spit on it, you could feel his salvia dripping down your pussy and he did it once again, lining the head of the dildo up with your entrance. The anticipation was killing you; you gripped the sheets beneath you with your left hand, holding on for dear life to the camera, watching him spit down on it one more time before he started inching the dildo inside of you, your walls slowly stretching around the length of it the further he inched it in, you were panting now and letting out whimpers that sounded like cries, he lifted his right hand to sit on your left thigh, caressing it gently, “Good girl… Just relax, it’ll only hurt for a moment.” He cooed.

He was right because once your body had adjusted to the size and had stretched around the dildo, the pain you were feeling went away and it soon turned into pleasure and now he began to pump the dildo inside of you slow and long, each time it moved out of you it was becoming more and more coated with your juices, each time he plunged it deeper inside of you, grabbed the camera from you with his free hand and holding it close up so he could film the dildo moving in and out of you, he was kidding when he said he wanted to capture every moment. “Goddamn, baby… I love watching you take that cock and making such a mess for me.” He muttered. You could hardly even hear him at this point your eyes were shut closed, your head thrown back in pleasure, your left hand clawing the bed sheet, moaning loudly as your body moved along with his pace. He placed the camera back in your right hand and you tried your best to keep your grip on it.

As he continued to fuck you with the toy, he leaned down now, his face back between your legs and now he was sucking on your clit, grazing his teeth along the sensitive bud, and flicking his tongue around it, lapping every bit of it up into his mouth. You felt your hips buck, your body tensing from all this pleasure, your toes curling so much that you hand the sheets gripped between your toes, his name leaving your lips like it was your mantra, the sound of it echoing throughout the room. “E-E-El-visss…. E-Elvis.. Oh god…” your orgasm building back up in the pit of your stomach again, growing more and more and now that same feeling was back from earlier, the strange feeling, as Elvis continued to quicken his pace, you felt your body growing weak, your legs about to give out and he pulled his face back, “C’mon, baby... Make a mess for me again, c’mon….” he begged, grabbing a hold of the camera now with his free hand as he kept the other on the toy, continuing to pump it deep inside you, making sure the camera was close. Once you heard his words, your back arched further and there it went, that hot liquid squirting out of you as you reached your orgasm at the same time, crying his name out in pleasure as you came all over the toy, you rode your orgasm out on the toy and you felt so weak once your body came to a stop, you could hardly move now, Elvis pulling the dildo out of you, you made even a bigger mess now, on the bed, on Elvis, on the camera. “Fuckkkkk…. That was so hot, baby. My messy girl.” He muttered excitedly, moving the camera around filming the mess you made between your legs, on his bedsheets again and on him. You fluttered your eyes open to look at him, you felt so weak but felt so good at the same time, smiling up at him.

You couldn’t believe that he made you squirt and cum at the same time, you didn’t think you could possibly do more, but you knew he wasn’t finished yet, especially with that hard on still aching in his pants. You were feeling so crazy now, not even just physically, but emotionally. All these emotions were new, and you didn’t have time to even think more about them because Elvis was getting up and standing back at the end of the bed, gesturing for you to scoot back down toward him. Your body tired and weak, you hoped you’d get your second wind as you slowly scooted yourself down toward him, your feet dangling off the edge of the bed, sitting up now. Elvis was passing the camera back to you now with a smirk.

“Alright, little one… It’s your turn behind the camera.” He teased and you raised an eyebrow at him chewing at your bottom lip as you stared up at him, he looked beautiful as always, his skin glowing as your eyes lingered up and down his bare chest and down to his shorts, the sight of his hard on turning you on more. You nodded at his words as you spoke softly, “Is there anything specific I should be doing, Elvis?” you asked. “I want you to please me, baby and make sure you film it all, okay?” he muttered. You nodded your head once again and you held the camera up steady and watched through the lens as he began to rub his right hand over his hard cock, squeezing it through the fabric of his shorts.

You watched closely with wide eyes and didn’t want to watch through the camera, so you lifted your head up a bit to get a better view, you smirked a bit and lifted your right leg up and letting your left foot graze his left thigh slowly, the fabric of your knee-high socks, causing a shiver down his spine, you knew he loved them and how they looked on you, so you continued to brush up against thigh and slowly moving your foot up high, pushing the hand that was on his budge, gesturing for him to move it, he grinned and did as he was told, you slowly began to rub your foot up and down his budge, the feeling of his hard cock against your foot causing you to get wet again, now you were pressing your foot firmly against it, watching his head tilt back a bit as he let out a few soft groans, you giggled. You decide you were going to give him a taste of his own medicine for teasing you the way he did, and now you brought your left foot up to his budge, rubbing both of your feet firmly against his cock, he let out a softer groan, the friction your feet and his shorts causing him to inhale sharply, mumbling out the words, “Fuck… I want you so bad.”

You smirked and tilted your head to the side a bit, zooming the camera close on his face. “Oh? And how bad do you want me… How bad does this cock want me?” You teased, pressing your feet harder against cock. You were surprised at the words that came out of your mouth and he was even more surprised when he tilted his head back down to look at you and grin on his face. “Damn, so much, baby… Please… I want that pretty mouth of yours on my cock.” He begged. The sound of him begging made you nearly weak, but you kept your stern attitude because you were in charge now. “Is that so? Hm, we’ll see if you can earn this mouth around your cock.” You teased and you couldn’t stop yourself from giggling. He let out a soft frustrated groan at your words. Your right foot grazing the hem of his shorts slowly as you made eyes at him, “Take your shorts off, honey…” you cooed, resting your feet back on the edge of the bed as you watched him, making sure the camera was filming it.

He nodded with a wide grin, he was enjoying this, and he liked to see this side of you, ordering him around. “Yes, ma’am.” He hummed, grabbing the hem of his shorts and pushing them down his slender frame and letting them hit the floor, stepping out of them, his cock sprang out, and you bit down on your bottom lip as you watched, swallowing the saliva that gathered in your mouth, you still couldn’t believe the size of him and you could already see the precum that was dripping from the tip, as he was reaching down to wrap his hand around his cock, you quickly lifted your right foot again, kicking it away. “Ah, Ah…” you mocked his words from earlier. “Did I say you could touch yourself?” you grinned. He shook his head with a smirk and kept his hands at his sides as he watched you eagerly. You lifted your other foot up and let both brushing up and down his thighs slowly, tracing along his skin with the fabric of your knee-high socks, then slowly reaching them up to the place he wanted most, placing the bottoms of your feet on either side of his large member, he gasped at the feeling, groaning lowly as his eyes met yours. You slowly began to pump his cock between your feet, the fabric from your socks causing so much friction for him, that you could feel his body jolt at the touch, he tilted his head back as he groaned out, smirking at the sound of his groans. “You like that, baby?” you cooed. His head nodding slowly, and he mumbled softly between the noises escaping his lips, “Y-Yes…” You grinned. “Lemme see you spit on it then.” you demanded. You didn’t know where that came from, but you were loving it. He tilted his head forward, raising an eyebrow at your words as he let out a soft chuckle.

He gathered up as much saliva as he could and spit down on his cock for you and you caught it immediately between your feet and began to pump his cock faster between your feet as his spit coated it for you as your own personal lube, he groaned louder at the feeling. “Fuck…” he mumbled. You grinned at the sounds you were causing him to make and now you tightened your grip around his cock and began to pump it faster between your feet, keeping the camera held your right hand as you used your left hand to squeeze at your breasts, watching him roll his eyes back and closing them as he muttered swears under his breath, you began to mock his words again, “C’mon, baby.. Make a mess for me… I want you to shoot your load onto me.” His eyes opened as soon as he heard your words, and he stares at you now almost in shock at your words. “Goddamn, baby… You are fucking dirty.” He let out a airy chuckle as another groan slipped past his lips, he exhaled sharply, if you kept this up with the dirty talk he knew he was going to cum any minute.

But before he could get what he wanted you pulled your feet away from him, smirking, resting them back on the edge of the bed, you looked up to see the look of disappointment on his face, you could swear he was almost pouting. “B-Baby.... why’d you stop?” he said in almost a whiny tone. “I don’t want you to cum just yet…” you smirked and suddenly flipping yourself onto your stomach, gesturing for him to come closer, as he moved closer to you you kept the camera on his cock, smirking to yourself, you licked your lips slowly as his cock was now in your direct line of sight, fluttering your eyes up to look at him, biting your lip. “I changed my mind… I want you to cum in my mouth.” You teased as you shrugged your shoulders. The slight pout that was on his lips slowly turned into a smirk and you reached up to hand him the camera now, wanting him to watch you suck his cock through it. He grasped the camera in his hand, getting it focused on you as you wrapped your hand around his cock firmly, his spit still coating it and you licked your lips, glancing up at him. “More spit, please…” you hummed softly. He grinned when he heard your words and now, he was leaning down toward you and he reached his right hand up to grab your face roughly your mouth practically forcing open just a bit when he did and you were both staring at each other with such intensity, “Open up…” he mumbled. You obeyed and opened your mouth up a bit wider for him and he got real close now, and you watched as he gathered as much saliva as he could and then he spat it directly into your mouth and giving your face a gently pat as he stood up straight again.

You couldn’t wait for this man to fuck the life out of you after watching him do that, you could feel the wetness pooling between your legs all over again, you began to pump his cock in your hand now, his spit still sitting in your mouth now mixing with your own saliva and then you spit it all onto his cock, watching drip down off it, pumping your hand faster, and now he was groaning louder than before, holding the camera close and reaching his other hand down to grab a hand full of your hair tightly in his grasp as he watched you, his breathing already heavy. You made sure you were looking into the camera the entire time as you swirled your tongue slowly around the head of his cock, tasting the saltiness of his precum as you continued to pump him in your hand and then slowly wrapping your lips around his cock and you removed your hand from around it and now placed both hands on his thighs, that was your way of letting him know he can take what he wants.

“Fuck… You are amazing…” he mumbled between his groans, he tightened his grip on your hair and plunged his cock deep into your mouth, hitting the back of your throat, you started gagging around his cock, spit already pooling out of your mouth, your hands squeezing his thighs and you remembered what he taught you earlier, you relaxed your throat for him, tapping his leg gently letting him know you were ready. “Goddamn, lil’ mama. You really are a quick learner… Good girl.” He grunted. He bucked his hips forward and began thrusting his hips toward you, his cock pumping in and out of your mouth forcefully, his groans long and low and you could hear the moans suddenly slipping past his lips as he fucked your face, the noises coming from your mouth becoming more and more obscene the quicker he moved and with each thrust he hit the back of your throat. His hand practically pulling your hair at this point and his head tilting back as his moans along with your noise echoing throughout the room. “Shit.. Shit… You are gonna make me cum, baby.” He moaned out. Those words like music to your ears, your hands gripped tighter onto his thighs, and you felt you knew what you were doing enough to push your mouth all the way down to the base of his cock, his balls hitting your chin, gagging softly as you bobbed your head, lifting your feet in the air, kicking them back and forth. “Holy fuck…” he yelped, now his leg was shaking, and he was breathing so heavy, exhaling sharply. “I-I-I’m gonna cum baby…” he said almost breathless. You tapped his thigh again letting him know you were ready and without wasting a moment, you felt his warm load hit the back of your throat and he quickly pulled your head back, you gasped loudly, his cock popping out of your mouth, completely coated in your saliva, opening your mouth for him so he could see that you swallowed all of him, licking your lips as a soft giggle escaped you, you could tell he was speechless.

“Holy fucking shit, baby… What the hell… wow... That was the best head I’ve ever gotten.” He chuckled as he inhaled and exhaled trying to catch his breath. You blushed so hard at his words, shaking your head at him with a smile. He walked toward the tripod and sat the camera back on it now and then walked back over to you, climbing into the bed, his back resting up against the headboard. You still laying on your stomach turned a bit look at him, he reached over with his right hand and spanked your ass a couple of times with a smirk, you jumped at the stinging feel against your skin, biting on your lip. “Get your ass up and get over here so I can fuck you, mama.” He barked. He didn’t have to tell you twice, you sat up and turned around towards him, climbing into his lap, your knees resting comfortably on either side of him, you sat yourself down on him, your wet pussy grazing up against his cock that was still hard. You watched as he reached over to the table, grabbing his half-smoked cigar from earlier, placing it between his lips and lighting, giving it a few puffs before blowing the smoke in your face with a smirk, you watched him with a smirk. He placed the cigar between his lips, letting it hang there and he reached down to lift your hips a bit as he used his right hand to guide his cock slowly into your pussy, he wasn’t wasting anymore time now and that made you happy because you were desperate to feel him inside of you.

A soft whimpering moan escaped your lips as you felt his cock inching into you slowly, he groaned softly as he felt you tightening around him and as he pushed further into you, he could feel you stretching out around him and you both let out a soft moan when he was fully inside of you, grabbed a hold onto his broad shoulders, his left hand holding onto your waist as you began to ride him slowly, throwing your head back and moaning loudly, you were already so turned on from everything and still so sensitive that everything was hitting you like a tidal wave, rocking your hips at a steady pace, gripping a bit tighter onto his shoulders, his groans coming out muffled because of the cigar hanging from his mouth, he steadily began to thrust his hips up into you, his head leaning back against the headboard, now his other hand was gripping your waist, moving you faster and bouncing you slightly on his cock, smoke filling the air from his cigar as he kept it firmly between his lips, moaning his name softly on your lips, you reached your hands up from his shoulders to place on his face, making him look at you, pressing soft kisses against the side of his face before burying your face into the side of his neck, your bodies now pressed tightly up against one another as your arms snaked around him, he was holding his cigar between his fingers now in his left hand, thrusting his hips into you faster and rougher with each stroke, his cock buried deep inside of you, you moaned loudly against his ear. His hands gliding their way up your back as you both held onto each other moving in sync with one another, his face buried into the side of your neck, your moans filling the room in unison, you could feel the filtered tip of his cigar scratching against your back.

You knew that it was matter of time before you both came because you were both already pushed so far to the edge, you could feel another orgasm building up inside of you, the deeper he fucked you, the closer you got, his breathing was becoming shaky, you could feel the beads of sweat from his face against your neck, you reached a hand up to his hair, your fingers getting lost between the strands, both of you panting loudly, holding tighter onto each other, ready to just explode. Your lips tracing his ear as you whispered, “E-Elvis… I-I’m going to cum, baby….” he bit down on his lip, his voice shaky and low as he mumbled, “Me too, darlin’…” without hesitation you both finally reached that point of ecstasy, your body shaking above his as your orgasm reached the surface and you cried out against his ear, cumming all over his cock and you felt his hips buck and his legs shake, and the tone and vibration of his moan let you know he had reached his orgasm as well, he came deep inside of you. You both rode out your orgasms before you came to a full stop, Elvis quickly put out his cigar, pulling out of you, grabbing a hold of you again and flipping you over onto your back, now you both were laying on the bed, he hovered slightly above you, he leaned down to press a few soft kisses against your lips, you returned each one with a smile. “Now you won’t forget that you’re mine…Will you?” he asked playfully with a smirk. You shook your head slowly, “I won’t..” you whispered. You watched him roll onto his back, pulling the blankets over the both of you. You scooted over to him, your arms hugging his waist, laying your head on his chest, listening to him breath as you looked up at him with a smile, watching him closing his eyes, tiredly wrapping you in his arms. You both just laid there in silence, exhausted. You nuzzled your face into him, the camera was still rolling, but the both of you were too tired to get up and shut it off. But you knew you weren’t getting any sleep. How could you? You had a million thoughts running through your head. Did he mean that? Was I truly his?

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Part 3

[sas-soulwriter]

Wonderland of writing

"Down the rabbit hole, fellow writers! Writing is a whimsical Wonderland, full of enchantment and adventure. Yet, lurking in shadows are peculiar mistakes even seasoned writers can stumble upon. In this post, I'll be your guide, pointing out these errors and offering graceful solutions."Spelling and Grammar Hiccups: These mischievous creatures, known as typos and misplaced commas, can make your writing tumble down the rabbit hole of confusion. Beware the Jabberwocky of poor grammar! Proofreading is your vorpal sword.

Adjectives and Adverbs Overflow: Much like the Mad Hatter's tea party, too many "very" and "really" can create quite the ruckus. Opt for strong nouns and verbs to paint your scenes vividly.

Run-On Sentences That Never End: Like a never-ending tea party with the March Hare, long sentences can leave you breathless. Cut them into bite-sized pieces for clarity and sanity.

Punctuation Puzzles: Commas, semicolons, and em dashes are the Cheshire Cats of writing—mysterious but helpful. Learn their curious ways to keep your prose coherent.

The Forgetful Red Queen (Editing): Haste makes mistakes! Rushing to publish without proper editing might as well be painting the roses red. Take your time to revise and make your writing shine.

Ignoring the Cheshire Critic: Constructive criticism can be your guiding grin in Wonderland. Don't dismiss it; use it to grow and become an even better writer.

Factual Flamingos: Inaccuracies can be as absurd as flamingo croquet. Fact-check your content to avoid Wonderland-sized blunders.

Clichés as Curious Creatures: Overused phrases are like the Queen's incessant cries of "Off with their heads!" Strive for originality and paint your own roses.

Inviting the Dormouse (Reading): To be a great writer, you must be an avid reader. Reading is the potion that will make you grow in your writing adventures.

Unleash the Wonderland Wanderer (Creativity): Sometimes, we forget to invite our muse to the tea party. Find your creative spark by following the White Rabbit, stargazing with the Caterpillar, or indulging in the whimsies of your imagination. Let your writing be a magical Wonderland of its own!

So, whether you're a curious novice or a seasoned adventurer in the realm of words, let's journey together through this Wonderland of Writing and create tales as enchanting as Alice's adventures! Follow me for more :

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Progress on the next Patch

​Due to a very disrupted fortnight, I've only just managed to really put nose to the grindstone on the next big update, Ana's Route.

It's proving an interesting exercise, adapting the flow of the first four chapters to follow another perspective, especially one that doesn't intersect that much with Pléhtin's. There are very different elements to explore with Ana, conversations that inform, but also complicate what has already been uncovered during Pléhtin's route.

Beware mild spoilers below if you want to go into the next update without any foreknowledge:

​Screenshots are currently from a text editor, I don't write the story in renpy code itself, too many grammatical and spelling errors tend to slip through.

No predictions on when the next patch will come out yet, but know that work on it is well underway.

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{ The Ghost of Beacon }

Chapter 1. "Do you really believe in ghosts?"

A RWBY x reader

warnings: small language, maybe ooc?

small authors note: I just created this idea on a whim, I am open to criticism. The gender neutral reader will be using they/them so anyone is welcomed to read. I apologize for any spelling/grammar errors in advance, I also have a small concept on how tumblr works beware! Please enjoy :) More chapters to come. (This takes place along with the original storyline with a few tweaks. I might toss in some romance when the time comes but who knows.)

Short Summary: The ghost of Beacon was thought to be a legend however with the recent spikes of activity, the school has grown unsure. The students with no idea of the story behind it all have determination to find out...

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WHY IS IT KINDA LONG OML SORRY 🙏

At first it was...difficult to come to terms with your death in the first couple of years. It's not like anyone noticed anyways, with all the speculation and lies.

Your days passed by very quick to say the least, you grew bored of it all. You craved to have fun if you were going to be a ghost trapped forever, right? Especially with new fresh students coming in.

Now here you were, amongst them all without their knowledge. These new students definitely piqued your interest, as did the last ones but there was something about them. You couldn't put your finger on it, perhaps it was just their behavior so you brushed it off.

You were too stuck in your thoughts to hear the headmaster's speech, along with his colleague. "Are there any questions?" He asked smoothly before taking another sip from his mug.

"Yeah...uhm sir?" You turned your attention to the timid blonde boy before he was cut off. "Good! Now take your positions." You let out a simple laugh and observed the group of teens ready themselves, the boy not aware of what was about to happen. "Uh sir...I've got a question" He still raised his hand.

Students were being flung into the air and he was still on rambling with his question as Professor Ozpin answered calmly. You walked over to him, "Good luck" You whispered into his ear before he was being launched at full force.

"My bets are on the energetic redhead" You tried to joke before realizing again no one can hear your remarks. You watched the collective group in the air, giggling a bit to yourself.

Professor Oz and Glynda pulling out their scrolls to watch on the surveillance system. "Hey! Let me get a peek" You tried to watch over Glynda's shoulder, she let out a little shiver. "Sorry, just let me see real quick" You attempted to take it before the tablet swung out of her grasp, her eyes widening.

You were able to see the students landing strategies before she scoffed, picking up the tablet from the ground. "Slippery fingers I see." Ozpin let out his own remark. "Oh shush, I don't even know how that happened." Her tone a little irritated. She walked off to go somewhere more private to observe.

You were a little shocked to say the least from your power. You didn't know you could do that? You decided to try again on the headmaster, you swatted at his mug, yet nothing happened. "Maybe if I- aha!" You hit the mug as he was about to take a sip, a majority of the drink spilling on him, before the mug took a tumble to the ground.

Glynda looked over her shoulder as she was walking away, "Now you've got slippery fingers" She mocked him, he seemed amused with his furrowed eyebrows. He glanced down at the mess, "Ignore that please." You bursted out in a laughing fit, feeling satisfied you now have the power over objects.

You recovered from your prank, thinking about it more now. If you were a stereotypical ghost, you could do much more than that. You could possibly try light tricks or even talking to someone finally. You yearned for conversation, sure you loved to be alone but you wished deep down for someone to hear your opinions and jokes.

You just wanted someone to know you were there, you wanted to be noticed.

You stood there, ruminating to yourself. It's not like Ozpin could see you, if anything he thought he was alone.

Soon enough Glynda spoke up again after quite some time, walking up to him. "Our last pair has been formed sir," She continued on swiping the scroll to a different perspective. "Nora Valkyrie and Lie Ren...poor boy, I can't possibly imagine those two getting along." You peered over her shoulder watching Nora be quite silly.

"They seem alright to me." You muttered, Glynda turned to Ozpin. "What did you say?" He looked up from his scroll, a look of confusion on his face. "I didn't say anything." He cocked an eyebrow before Glynda returned back to watching with a small eye roll following. So you could talk to people, if you really tried of course.

"But still, he's probably better off than Miss Nikos." Ozpin replied with a small hum. "I don't care what his transcripts say, that Jaune fellow is not ready for this level of combat."

You wondered for a bit, it was possible to forge your way into any academy. You've seen it happen before besides no school is perfect.

Glynda put away her scroll, "I guess we'll find out soon enough" which in this case meant they were going to be finishing soon, you did want to test tricks on the new students. It'll maybe finally give you your own entertainment instead of listening and watching.

The collected woman walked off yet again, "At their current pace they should reach the temple just in a few minutes." She turned a little, she was truly a professional woman. As if you always knew that's who she's always been.

"Speaking of which; what did you use as relics this year?" She turned her full attention to him and called out his name again. He seemed too focused on his scroll, watching the kids from earlier have an argument. You believe he heard her because all he let out was another responsive hum.

He always did this, his little hums. Anyone was lucky if they had a full conversation with him.

All of a sudden you started to feel an intense pain in your stomach and throat, if ghosts could even feel a phantom kind of pain. You fell to your knees, trying to scream for help except not a single word came out. You coughed into your hand, pulling away to see your transparent hand stained with blood.

Get up. Get up. Get up

You blacked out and went dormant before waking up in a new scenery. You were in the academy now? You were still on the ground and quickly returning on your feet. An overwhelming confusion as you finally calmed down, realizing the pain beforehand was completely gone.

You woke up in that secluded spot you would go to clear your mind, a special place to your heart. It was dark outside and you could hear a faint commotion of people down the corridor.

You walked down there, walking through the door as you saw a sea of people surrounding the stage with four new students and Professor Ozpin. Everything must be over now, he's giving the new teams publicly.

"Oh shit, I missed all the fun." You sighed in defeat, still trying to figure out how that could've happened. You listened to Ozpin, making your way through the people to hop on stage.

"Looks like things are shaping out to be an...interesting year" He turned around, walking right through you. "Ow! You know that hurts right?" You hissed holding your stomach but he didn't notice.

He entered off stage as the girls and crowd cheered. You were obviously quick to follow right behind him.

He exited the room, Glynda waiting outside for him to talk to him. "I want to talk about what happened earlier today." He stopped in his tracks, and looked down at her. "Earlier?" He questioned before she took a breath in, "Earlier today, what happened wasn't ordinary. Stuff just doesn't come flying out of our hands and there wasn't any wind if I recall."

He raised an eyebrow before clicking his tounge to speak. "Yes that was quite odd but-" he was going to dismiss it all before a couple of students came to talk to him, surrounding him and Glynda. He politely answered some of their questions.

You saw the new team RWBY come out of the room, they seem to be having fun so you decided to follow them. They were chatting and walking to their brand new dorm.

After a while they finally made it there and you decided it was time to do what you originally wanted to do. Everyone was about to head to bed anyways so it was perfect for you.

The students said their goodnights to each other and were fast to fall asleep, now was the time to strike.

You went to team JNPR's dorm, knocking on their door and frantically shaking the door handle. "I'm coming..." Jaune's tired voice croaked before opening the door to absolutely nothing.

"Oh?" He looked down the halls with no sign of people whatsoever.

You decided to do it again every random hour of the night and you would follow him all day tomorrow to torment him.

The next morning he came off as very tired, explaining what happened and how no one has that much dedication to a joke like that. He believed it was a ghost, he was practically accusing you without knowing your name.

"Jaune cmon, maybe you were just restless all night from homesickness" Nora commented, she definitely had a heavy sleep effortlessly. Her friend Lie Ren was meditating on his bed.

He snapped his eyes open and whipped his head, drawing his teammates attention. He glared down where you were standing specifically, he must be able to tell you're there. He stopped before realizing he couldn't see you and apologized to them, "I thought I could sense something.."

Nora tilted her head and questioned the situation to the two boys "Do you really believe in ghosts?"

Jaune nodded desperately, "If it wasn't a ghost then it was most likely a student" Pyrrha suggested. "No it wasn't, I would've caught them!" Jaune rubbed his eyes, you did feel a little sorry.

"Then you should talk to Professor Ozpin about it later today" Ren replied, he was back to his calm meditation. The rest of the team agreed before you all heard team RWBY speeding out of their dormitory.

The four kids peeked out, falling onto the ground and catching up with the other team.

Hopefully this year would be interesting.

[naelys-the-aster]

Jorrāelagon Zālagon Chapter Four

Niece to Otto Hightower, Hand of the King, and cousin to Lady Alicent Hightower, you become ensnared in the Rogue Prince Daemon Targaryen. After hearing of a sensitive marriage arrangement, you learn the prince is running out of time... and options.

Trigger Warnings: 18 + Minors DNR (Do Not Read), Swearing, Illusions To Violence, Intoxication, Masturbation, Smut, Oral Sex (both w/ M&F), Fornication, Foreplay (Fingering), Vaginal Sex, Breeding Kink (maybe just a little?), Drugging of O/C, MOON TEA.

A/N: Let me know if I missed any TWs, and I haven't written smut in like three years so goes easy on a gal 😅. Beware of my spelling errors You and Your get mixed up with me a lot lol.

Word Count: 8,890 (There's like...five pages of smut)

“Y/N, be my betrothed, be my wife”

His eyes fell onto yours, hoping for an answer..the right answer. He would better himself, his position, even his drinking and visits to the slums, all for you. He would defend you and die for you if need be, all if you were to just accept.

“I want you Daemon, I’ve always wanted to be yours... and for you to one day be mine” You leaned in and embraced him tightly planting kisses from his collar bone, p his neck, and letting a passionate kiss be place on his lips. Daemon’s hands fell to your waist as he returned your affections. You wrapped your arms around his neck, falling deeper into the kiss as he pulled you atop of his lap.

Daemon separated and left a kiss on your cheek, he wanted to control himself for now. Deep in his mind there was a dreaded thought, the thought that he would have to announce his proposal to the court and ask that son of a bitch Hightower for your hand. But he wanted to enjoy this moment with you, having you reciprocate the feelings. 

You didn’t mind it was the hostel room of an Ale house, rather a unique place for a proposal and for a coupling. Daemon motioned you to lay against him, you laid your head on his chest and closed your eyes as his warmth enveloped you into slumber. His eyes felt heavy and he ran his hands up and down your back not letting himself dozing off to slumber, no he wanted to be awake a little longer, just to make sure he wasn’t dreaming himself.

You felt someone lightly shake you awake and your eyes fluttered open to see Daemon crouched next to you. Your eyes shifted from him to the small window behind him.

“What’s going on? It’s still the night?” you mumbled tiredly.

“Yes my dear, we should return to the castle before the early morning” he stated holding out his hand to you, he loved the way you skin was so smooth, not an imperfection on it.. and even if there was it was a perfection to him.

He wasn’t drunk anymore by the way he was guiding you swiftly through the street of silk, knowing many short cuts to avoid any unwanted eyes. It was soon enough Daemon had led you through winding passage ways that where hidden within the keep.

He came to a door and quietly cracked it open to see if there was anybody down either side of the corridor. It was thrilling for you, sneaking out at such a late hour, kissing Daemon and falling asleep in his grasp, and now using secret tunnels to tip toe back into the castle. You could almost laugh at how childlike Daemon could be, like a child sneaking in and out after his curfew.

Daemon quietly walked you to your chambers, his hand tenderly holding yours the entire way. You felt like this was a dream, like you would wake up and find Daemon to still be missing the next day, but no, you knew how his hands felt against your own, and it was a reality.

You opened your door and Daemon stood at your threshold a smile planted on his face. Smiling at the thought of marriage, to you.

“At dawn I will announce the proposal to the members of the council” he said softly pulling you into himself. You nuzzled your head you his front, “Do you have to go now?” you pleaded in a whisper. He smiled down at you, his light purple orbs gleaming the moonlight, full of an emotion you’d seen little of in him, passion..love..lust.

“I will return to you in the morning after I’ve spoken to the council” He brought his hand up to lift your chin, “We shall be wed soon enough, my love”

The happiness from you could not be contained by your bright smile, and the prince felt his heart melt at the sight. He planted one more kiss on your lips, a long drawn-out motion of pure passion as you kissed him back. Feeling his lips moving with your own, you wanted to stay in this moment forever. He pulled away, almost leaving you thirsting for more, and he ran his hands along the sides of your body.

“Dream sweetly, princess” he whispered before turning away, quickly disappearing down the corridor.

“Princess” you thought to yourself. This warm feeling inside you felt like no other happiness you have ever experienced, this was love.

Before dawn had even peaked over the horizon Daemon was already awake, he hadn’t slept that night. He reached his quarters, stripped himself of his soiled clothes and bathed. He thought of how once he married you the things the both of you could do.

He could take you wherever you wanted, Pentos, Braavos, Yi Ti, Asshai. He could sleep in the same bed with you at night and wake to you in the mornings.

 He could possibly even hatch a dragon’s egg for you, and he would teach you to bond and ride with your dragon in time while the beast is still small. His thoughts trailed to more intimate scenes… he would bring you every pleasure he could, he wanted to see you in your most sensitive form, he wanted to make love to you after the ceremonies of the wedding. He would show you that you were different from the way he fucked the whores of flea bottom and the street of silk (Though it has been a while since he has), he would mount you with all the love and passion that he could muster. His mind painted and imagined that he would sire beautiful children with you, he dreamed of having a beautiful a family of dragon riders with you at his side.

His thoughts overwhelmed his head as he sank down into his bath and began to pleasure himself only having thoughts of you in mind.

The sun was up now, risen and bright, and Daemon was sure once he set foot into the council’s meeting quarters that there would be some sort of demand of explanation of his absence. He would announce with pride that he had found a wife, one suited to follow the customs and traditions of a Targaryen marriage.

So, he sat at the table, one leg crossed over the other his fingers drumming on the tabled wooden surface. Eventually one by one persons started to fill the room, none commenting about Daemon’s absence nor his early arrival. His eyes looked over the other council members, he knew there was one challenge to the proposal he was determined to make, Otto Hightower would need to give his favor, something Daemon was not looking forward to, something he was dreading almost.

Everyone was present at last, and the king broke the eerie silence, “Brother, I see you’ve chosen to attend this meeting.”

Daemon nodded “Yes, I’ve been rather busy as of late”

Otto shook his head, most liked muttering some sort of comment under his breathe, but the prince paid it no mind.

“I actually have a proposal, brother” he said standing to his feet, facing his older brother and the vulture that sat next to him.

Visery’s smiled wide and cheered “Have you found a woman that befits the position at last?” his eyes were excited.

Daemon nodded, “Yes, I wish to wed Y/N of house Hightower” he stated confidently his eyes glued to Otto.

Viserys clapped his hands and followed the scattered applause of everyone else in the court council, all but his hand. Otto pursed his lips together with a hard stare cutting through the rogue prince.

“What a glorious day!” he cheered.

“Otto Hightower,” Daemon begun not tearing his eyes away from the old man, “I wish to wed your ward in the way of the house of the dragon, may I have your favor?” Daemon sounded formal, professional, and polite of all things. He felt confident of this, he was promised that he could pick any maiden that befits the standards of the house, so he figured he could not be opposed.

Otto stood up, letting the sound of his chair scooting against the stone floor echo throughout the room. He stood tall and shook his head, “It is unfortunate to announce your grace,” he looked to Viserys- then back to Daemon, whose expression had changed to one of repressed anger.

“The Lady Y/N Hightower has a formal suitor chosen for her by my house, I cannot offer my favor to you.” Otto stated as he interweaved his fingers together sitting upright.

Daemon hadn’t recalled ever feeling the pure rage in a while, or well- probably within the last week or two. It was a reflex that he balled his fists tightly, a reflex which caused him to clench his jaw. He heard the blood rush to his head and felt a flash of heat swell through his body.

“I do hope you find a worthy maiden, my prince” Otto chimed leaning back in his chair.

He did not turn his head from facing the cocky old cunt before him, but instead he narrowed his eyes to his brother. Viserys’s happiness for his brother had quickly subsided and the king wore a face of concern. The fact that he had been rejected his request in front of the council members was a hard strike to his ego, but not as harder of an impact realizing that he might have to marry Rhea Royce, no he could not let this happen.

“I wish to speak to the king alone.” Daemon demanded through his tightly clenched teeth. The council members looked at one another and Viserys waved them off, dismissing them.

Otto arose from his seat and brushed Daemon harshly knocking into his shoulder slightly.

If he had no restraint, he would’ve grabbed Otto by the beard and bashed his face into the table until it was a pulp of what a skull should be.

Everyone had left the room and Daemon’s fists where still clenched and shaking as he spoke in his rage, “You said I get to choose, brother, was that not the terms of this punishment?”

Viserys pinched the bridge of his nose and sighed. “Daemon-“

“No! I am holding you to your terms, I chose-“Viserys slammed his hand on the table and stood up.

“Yes! But the woman you chose has been promised to another!” The kings voice range with the tone of a frustrated matter of fact, that of which only fueled Daemon’s rage. He shook his head and inhaled sharply, “He- that little vermin, is fucking with me!”

Daemon threw his hands on to the table leaning towards his brother who was speechless.

“Who the fuck is she promised to, I want a fucking name!”

Viserys held a hand out, “Careful brother, the disrespect you show will get you no further in you venture”

The platinum haired prince sneered; this wasn’t a venture- it was his life. He shook his head receding to his thoughts for a moment, he found himself raising his gaze to his brother, a look of questioning suspicion overwriting his features, “How come she did not tell me then brother? Does she know she is promised to another?”

Viserys closed his eyes letting out his exhausted breath. “You may ask Otto these questions, for I do not know the answers” Daemon eyes fell to the ground.

Defeated was the feeling to follow, he was invested in you, and he would not settle for another. This change in affect was noted by Viserys and his gaze upon the prince softened into one of sympathy.

“Do you love her?” Viserys questioned, his voice full of concern, but little could Viserys tell defeat had taken over his brother.

“What does it matter?” with those words Daemon turned on his heel and abruptly left the meeting room, letting the doors slam loudly behind him.

 He needed to go to you, he needed to tell you of this information…. And to see if you even knew who your own future husband would be. Maybe he could kill him…it would have him out of the way- no… what would you think of him? You would probably see him as a monster only confirming your past suspicions of him.

You sat on your decorated sofa, weaving a needle point of a flower you had seen in the garden some time ago. You smiled seeing how it was all coming together, and your sewing had surely improved. You couldn’t wait to show it to Daemon and see what he thought of it.

The doors to your chamber opened fast, slamming against the stone walls. You jumped and let of a small yelp causing you to drop your work of art. It was Daemon .. before you could speak, he swiftly walked up to you.

The doors swung shut. And Daemon’s lilac eyes shot a glare in your direction.

“Did you know you are promised to another?”

The words came out of his mouth so fast you were surprised you could even make them out.

As they processed, your face contorted with confusion, and you stood up quickly shaking your head.

“N-no, I’ve not- I am not!” you felt like the world was spinning around you, you gripped the arm of the couch and sat down.

“It’s my uncle, he doesn’t want me to wed..” you drone softly letting the shock take over. You felt dizzy, you felt nauseous, you wanted to cry.

Daemon seethed quietly with his arms crossed, his face scrunched as if he was thinking of possible solutions in his head.

“Daemon?” you voice cracked tears spilling out of your eyes down your cheeks. He knelt to you, taking your face gently into his hands. His eyes met your tear-filled ones and you could see the fire, the range, the anger, but mostly the sadness behind them. He slowly and tenderly wiped away your tears his thumbs and planted a kiss on your lips.

 But a choked sob broke the moment and he pulled away knowing there was next to nothing he could do to comfort you, within reason of course. He stood back to his height and thought deeply.

Daemon pursed his lips and looked to the floor letting the only thought in his mind come blurting out, “I could kill him.”

Your eyes shot up to look at him and yo pulled away from him

, “We don’t even know his name!! Or who it is!!!” you cried bringing your hand to your mouth to stifle another sob.

“No, I could kill Otto.” He stated calmly.

You gasped and launched yourself at him, grabbing his arms shaking him slightly.

“Daemon no! Y-you cant-“ he jerked away from you and cut you off, his voice low and quiet…the voice of a man who was out of options.

“You’d be free, you’d be happy, we could run away-“

“Where!? Where Daemon?! Where could we go where someone isn’t looking for you!? Looking for me?!” you yelled casting out frantic hand gestures.

“Pentos, Braavos, anywhere but here, we could marry, be together, have a family-“

This was beginning to become a game of who can cut who off before they finish their sentence first.

“You realize you are talking about killing the hand of the king!? You think your brother is just going to let that slide-“

Daemon lost it, “I DON’T WANT TO LOSE YOU!!” he yelled as he grabbed you roughly shaking you at your shoulders with widened eyes. You trembled and he immediately took his hands off of you.

“I..I just don’t want to lose you” he said softer. His knees felt weak, so he walked to the sofa and sat down and you accompanied him, still shaken with tears. The two of you sat in complete silence, letting only your sniffles fill the void between you.

“I love you, Y/N” he said looking up at the ceiling clasping his hands together between his knees.

“I love you too Daemon... I don’t want...” this felt so rude to say, “I don’t want you to wed Rhea Royce…I don’t know if my heart could take it..”

You felt the sadness wash over you as much as an ocean, Daemon was right… you could’ve stayed at Dragonstone, lived there with him…be happy with him. But instead, you came home..because your uncle demanded it, because you were afraid of what he could’ve done if you hadn’t…and now you regret stepping foot back in the capitol.

Your head fell on Daemon’s leg as you laid on your side, pulling your knees close to your chest. You felt his hands run through your hair and he spoke.

“I don’t know if I could take it either..”  the thought of having to wed another became unbearable to him.

It took some time, but Daemon stayed by your side, caressing your hair, humming a soft melody as he did, and your tears eventually subsided. Your hand was placed on his leg, lightly gripping it as if to silently plead for him to stay.

Yet again, your uncle has impeded and smashed any chance of happiness for you and the thought of stepping out of the large window of your room started to make more sense to you.

What was the point of living if you were confide to the castle, if you could not wear what you wanted, travel where you’d wanted, loved you who wanted, or even be who you wanted to be. It became tedious to constantly live up to a manufactured image of what Otto wanted. Why would he go so far to tarnish your life as such? Apart of you drew a conclusion to favoritism, but another part of you knew it was because he hated his brother, your father. He only wished to extend that hatred by making life harder to live…maybe he was pushing you to endure the same fate as your mother.

Daemon’s voice was smooth and soft, calming to you as he continued to hum, letting his voice reverberate through your deathly quiet chambers. You thought sadly about how this slipped through your fingers, that it soon would not be you to hear him hum this melody…but Rhea…would she love it as much as you did? Would she love him as much as you did?

Your frail voice interrupted Daemon’s humming, “What now?” you weakly asked looking up at him. 

He continued to brush his fingers through your hair, “I don’t know, my love”

He leaned over and placed a kiss on your temple, and you closed your eyes, engraining in your mind how his kisses felt on your skin, because soon enough they would no longer belong to you.

Daemon felt as if he failed, you, himself, but mostly you. Thoughts of what kind of man your uncle would sell you off you swirled like a whirlwind in his mind, and anger was replaced with worry.

“I was in Flea Bottom on the day of those fires, Y/N” he sighed. You slowly sat up and Daemon looked at you a saddened look swiping his features. He continued on as you listened, preparing yourself for the worst.

“I was down there… looking for a specific merchant, so I could have this made this for you..” he reached into his pants pocket to pull out a necklace. Your eyes went wide as you scanned the intricate features. The metal was as black as night, the chains swirling intricately together in an infinite and continuous spiral. The pendant that hung from the spiraling links was a large stone, its color a bright red color, a dragon’s wing crossing over the almost florescent stone. You were shocked.

“I missed your name day while I was in Dragonstone, it was a few days before the fires, and I wanted show you that I did not forget.” He looked to you and gave a sullen smile, one that held disappointment mixed with sadness. He held it next to him, for you to take.

“Daemon..” you wrapped your fingers around the dark metal, taking it in your hands, casting your surprised stare from him, to the necklace, and back to him.

He drew in a breath before continuing, “I want you to keep this.. and if we are not together..let it be a reminder of the fondness and the love I have for you.” He looked for a reaction in you, waiting for you to say something but your words were caught in your throat.

“I- I…I don’t know what to say..” you whispered in awe, but the sadness was still there. This was a parting gift from the man you could not wed. A man who would soon be over 800 miles away in less than 10 days, marrying a woman whom he has no affection for, because of a false accusation.

“You don’t have to say anything.” he slipped the necklace from your grasp, moving your hair to the side as he wrapped the chain around your neck, fastening the clasp in place. You fingers grazed the cold metal and you looked to him longingly.

“I wish he weren’t such a dick.” you mumbled earning a short laugh from your beloved.

“We could enjoy the time we have together, yknow?” you pondered sadly. He looked at you sadly and stood up offering you his hand.

You took your hand in his and forced a smile, though Daemon saw through your feigned happiness, he understood… he wanted to see you happy- genuinely happy, and inside he was raging that he could not provide you with the joyful life you deserved. It was the afternoon by this point, daylight still shining through the skies. There wasn’t much you could do within the walls other than read, sew, and tour the castle, all things you’ve done hundreds of times. It was repetitive, boring, and mundane…to think these are the things that you’re confide to…and its how you’ll spend the last of your time with Daemon.

What would people think if they saw you with Daemon after hearing of his rejected proposal? Would they report this to Otto? What would he do?

As Daemon made his was to the chamber doors, you hesitated.

He gave you a questioning look, “What’s wrong?”

You looked down at the floor and then up to him, “I’m...afraid. If Otto sees us together. I’m afraid of what he’ll do.”

Daemon turned to you taking your face into his hands and looking into your eyes, “He wont do anything, I won’t let him” he stated firmly releasing his hands from your cheeks. He kissed your head gently and gave you a nod of reassurance.

It surprised you how much wine the Targaryen’s had stored away sometimes. Yet Otto would not allow you to touch it, you weren’t allowed generally.

“Unbelievable” Daemon stated filling up your cup. You laughed and shook your head at him as dangled your legs off of the ledge of the building.

The gardens, the library, the tea hall, the great hall, the whole day was spent together, hand in hand and enjoying each other’s laughter.

“To think you cant even drink here- children drink, fuck, babies drink!” Daemon exclaimed before swigging his wine.

“Babies don’t drink- Oh my god.. what if that’s how town fools are born?” you snickered as you found yourself pouring another glass. Daemon laughed and slapped his knee.

You look over to him, sitting next you, the platinum haired prince smiling and laughing out loud.

“I don’t think anyone has made him…happy like this”

The both of you sat on the highest roof top, sipping wine and indulging in one’s company sipping cup after cup. Laughing, teasing each other until one would laugh so hard, either of you couldn’t breathe. Soon the two of you had calmed down from the comedic hysteria and while dangling your legs over the edger of the roof top of the highest tower, you both sat watching the sun set over the seas in a mix of reds, pinks, yellows, and oranges- the clouds above scattered in flurries.

“Oh, no whine is unbefitting of a Lady!” Daemon mimicked, drunkenly throwing his hands up in familiar motions to yours.

You snickered lightly punching his shoulder, “Shut it!”

“Ow! You get aggressive when your drunk” He teased as he rubbed his shoulder.

You rolled your eyes and blew a raspberry in response, “Tch, can’t take the heat get out of brothel” you slurred.

Daemon gasped in fake surprise, “Do not quote me!”

You leaned on him and rested your head on his should. He rested his cheek on your head and he found his hand encompassing yours. The fiery tones of the sky reflected off of your form as well as Daemon’s.

Your eyes gazed to him, taking in his appearance in the glorious lighting.

His hair almost reflected the light of the sunset, but somehow still gleamed its white shade. His eyes now a deep purple, mixed with the orange fire of the sun, appeared like they glistened with flickers of fire and amethyst. He wore black, dressed formally with Targaryen threads. The way the sunset illuminated his skin tempted you to feel it against your own. He was beautiful.

As you were caught in your daze, Daemon found your eyes mingling with his own. The lighting contoured every feature of your face and highlighted your eyes, your nose- Oh gods how he loved your nose… though he’d never say it aloud. The wind blew lighting enough to catch your hair in its breeze. Daemon was completely bewitched by you, by the moment that he secretly was so very grateful to share with you. Getting drunk, climbing a tower, watching the sunset as you teased and prodded playfully at each other.

“Art” he slurred lightly looking into your eyes.

You knitted your brows together puzzled “What?”

“That’s what you are, you are Art, my dear. Made to perfection by the Gods”

Daemon paused for a second, “Six years?” he questioned.

You quirked your brow in curiosity, “Six years?”

He looked down and smiled, “That how long we’ve known one another.”

You shook your head and laughed, “Okay, yep, you’ve had enough my fine sir!” You plucked the bottle from his hands in a swift motion and took a drink.

You balanced the bottle next to you and looked to Daemon, “I don’t think I’ve ever been this happy, you make me feel like I can be free.” You voice was full of sadness. Daemon frowned and reached his hand out to trace the necklace he gave you, tracing the bright red tigers’ eyes gemstone.

“We can be happy one day,” he mused, “Maybe not today or the morrow, but if we wait… we can have the world together.” He leaned forward connecting his lips to your as his hands graced their way around your waist. You curled your arms around his neck and pulled your body to his. His tongue glided against your bottom lip, pleading for entrance and you gladly submitted to him. Daemon hands traveled up the back of your day gown, untying the laces, letting your dress fall below your chest. You tasted his tongue as it circled and curled with yours as you moved in sync with one another.

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His right hand cupped your breast as his thumb moved in circles around your hardening nipple. You moaned into the kiss and found your hands running through his snow white hair. You nipped at Daemons lip and his tongue retreated from yours and he pulled away scanning you up and down.

You looked up at him, your eyes big and full of lust, you wanted him, you felt your womanhood pulsing for him. And Daemon bit his lip as he felt himself grow hard as he continued to massage your breast.

He brought his lips down to your nipple and you gasped. “Oh, D-Daemon” you moaned softly.

His left hand began to squeeze and massage your other breast as he looked up at you.

His teeth lightly nibbled on your nipples, and you moaned loudly pulling him closer into you.

“Daemon... I- I” your own softly moans of pleasure cut your own sentence short. He grunted as he fondled your breasts, sucking your nipples, biting each one giving attention to one then the other. You were puddy in his hands as he was in yours. His manhood noticeably erect, throbbing at your touch.

You felt your hand drift to his waist caressing his cock through his pants, earning a low shutter of breath from Daemon. Your hand massaged his manhood.

He pulled away, “I want you Y/N” he pulled your dress back up, And you looked to him confused.

 It took all the strength he could muster to stop himself from ripping you dress off of you, turning you over, and pounding his cock deep into your womb.

But it couldn’t be on a dirty roof top, no, it had to be somewhere less…public. For your sake.

He pulled up your dress as to cover your breasts and tied it securely, “Let’s get off of this tower” he grunted as he stood pulling you up with him. You bit your lip in anticipation feeling you womanhood throbbing at just this small sensual coupling.

It took no time for the both of you to scale down the tower and make it to the Prince’s quarters.

Daemon pressed you against the wall, his lips fiercely locked with yours and he quickly untied the laces to your corset. You moaned into the kiss and he pulled away, trailing his lips down your neck, nipping your skin softly with each kiss until he reach the crook of your neck. He nibbled, sucked, even bit down harder when your gasping moans became slightly louder. His hair ran in between your fingers like silk and you instinctively wrapped one of your legs around his waist. You wanted you feel him against you, on top on your, inside your. These rushing thoughts had your head spinning and your cheeks blushing.

Daemon pulled away from your neck, leaving a noticeable hickey just above your collar bone. You leaned forward nipping at his lip playfully, and this made him smile.

He hiked you up, so now both your legs wrapped around his torso and your arms around his neck, he walked to his large bed dropping you on it with a bounce.

You bit your lip and smiled wide, looking up at the blonde haired prince in bliss. Daemon hovered over you , his smile mimicked your and he gently slipped your gown from your body (with a little shimmey from you), he was completely tangled in the beauty that was your naked body, your curves, your breasts, your stomach and womanhood, all beautiful and enchanting to him. You tugged at his shirt and let out an innocent pout.

“Take it off, please”

He couldn’t say no to your soft plea, and Demon slid his shirt over his head exposing his tone body, you ran you hands up and down his back as he leaned over you.

His kisses trailed from your lips, down your neck making you arch your back as he found your sweet spot.

“O-Oh Dae- Daemon,” you moaned feeling his suck and bite. Your breaths grew heavier and the throbbing ache from before returned to you. He kissed down your stomach and held your hips as you arched your back in pleasure.

He smiled as he continued lower kissing your belly button and moving down between your thighs.

His tongue found its way to your folds, gliding his tongue up and down your slit earning a deep moan from you. You entangled your hands in his long hair, gasping at this amazing feeling.

“Yes, oh my god, that feels amazing” you moaned. Daemon looked up and you and ran his tongue over your swollen clitoris.

You felt his tongue circle your entrance and you felt your toes curl, “Daemon, god, please fuck me” you whined. He pulled away a smiled, “Lets enjoy the foreplay my love” he purred softly.

God his voice sounded like velvet to your ears. You sat up, surprising him, you started unbuttoning his pants. His cock was so hard you could practically seen it throbbing through the fabric, you wanted his cock inside you, thrusting into your womb.

Daemon let his clothing fall to the floor, and a smile made it’s way to your face at the sight of his erect manhood dripping pre cum already. You took the head of his cock into your mouth earning a moan from Daemon.

You twisted your tongue around the his thick head, running you tip of your tongue over his slit.

His breathing quickened as he knocked his head back in euphoria. Your warm mouth around his cock, your tongue so gently teasing his swollen head, he could’ve cum then and there. But he refrained, he wanted more of you before any of that.

The way you looked up and him while you slow took more of him into your mouth…it made him melt as he reached his hand out tilting your chin up, just enough for your big eyes you innocently stare up at him.

He gasped as you swallowed more of his length and began moving your head up and down.

“Mmm, fuck Y/N, yessss” .

Your hand stroked what length your mouth couldn’t take in, and Daemons hands twisted themselves into your hair, slowly moving your head with his cock. You hummed, letting the vibrations tease the prince, who hungered for more.

His cock left your mouth with a light pop, and you licked and gave his tip a small kiss. You leaned back on the bed giving Daemon a seductive smile. He made his way on top of you kissing roughly, through your lips you felt his tongue dominating your own, and your hand made its way to your soaking cunt.

You wince, sinking two fingers into your wetness, Daemons cock hard against your thigh, so close to you entrance. Your other hand raked down his back, nails digging into his skin, leaving red welts. He took pleasure in the scratching and biting, the show of your marking on him. Your fingers slid in and out of your cunt, massaging you lips, then plunging deep again.

Daemon pulled away, breathing hard, he smiled.

“no, love” He purred swatting your hand away from your swollen lips. Daemon propped himself up and you felt two fingers work at your slit before slowly moving inside of you.

A guttural moan escaped your throat, “A-Ahhh fuck me Daemon, please, please I want you inside me”

“Shhhh” He added another finger, making you arch your back at the slight pain followed by intense waves of pleasure. He scissors your opening and began you finger your wet pussy slowly.

“MMM fuck, your so tight my dear.” Daemon said as he closed his eyes, which where rolling in his head.

He stroked the girth of his cock, and listened to the sound of his hands fucking your wetness and the small gasps and moans that escaped your throat. The little way you gasped his name, or the way you pressed your dripping cunt against his hand, begging you him to fuck you deeper.

Heat boiled inside of your core and you felt intense waved of pleasure take over you, you were practically riding his hand, letting his fingers thrust in and out of you.

That bubble, that intense feeling in core core gave weigh, “D-Daemon, I- going to cum!” you whined breathlessly. Daemon’s cock titched visbly as he spoke, “Yes, cum in my fucking hand, cum for me Y/N” his voice was deep, hoarse and demanding as he curled his figers inside of you pussy.

You dug your nails into his soulder, as you walls tightened around his fingers and your cunt spewed with wetness. You felt your legs tremble and your toes scrunched up, your cunt was throbbing and swollen with heat.

You squirmed and Daemon knew how to fix your discomfort, He looked to you and pulled you forward.

“eep!” you yelped as he threw both of your legs over his left shoulder.

“Im going to fuck you deep, I’ll fuck you cunt so hard you will never forget” he growled, lust filling his eyes as he took your chin into his hand and caressed your lips with his thumb.

You took his thumb into your mouth, wrapping your lips carefully around and your tongue swirled around it. Daemon smiled, “You’re teasing me Daemon” you moaned.

“Am I?” he taunted as he lined his throbbing manhood against your slick hot cunt.

He pushed into, Moaning loudly at your wet, tight and warmth. You gasped in pain and Daemon stopped giving you a moment to adugst to his size.

“Pl-please, deeper” you said grabbing the bed sheets, the pain starting to fade to pleasure.

“As you wish” Witch that he started moving his hips at a slow rhythmic pace.

“O-o-ohh, fuck me harder!” you pleaded, he spread your legs, each one now being on both of his shoulders. He rammed his full length into you feeling you pussy clasp hard around his cock.

“Fuck, your pussy is so hard you pull out of” He grunted as he pumped your cervix with his length.

You were a melting, wet, moaning mess. You felt his cock inside of your, pulsing, he fondled and grabbed at your breasts, pinched and squeezing your nipples.

“The don’t, my love please don’t.” You were in full fucking bliss. Daemon stopped for a moment, his chest falling up and down, but he wasn’t about to cum just yet- no.

“Get on your knees.”

It look you a second to register what he was saying but you sat up, and moved onto you knees. Daemon wrapped hid arms around you from behind, moving your backside closer to the edge of the bed. He shoved your head down so your ass remain up and without missing a beat, he thrust his cock into you.

“Oh god Y/N, I could fuck you pretty cunt all day” he gasped grapping your hips and squuezing your ass. You moved along the length of his dick, practically slamming your womanhood on to his cock, your blood rushing and head spinning with such intensity as he felt him slamming into your cervix.

“FUCK DEAMON” you screamed as his thrusts became harder and faster. He took you by both hips and slammed you down on his swollen dick in one rough motion.

“fuuuuck, im going to cum” he exhaled as he stopped his pace.

“Please, please please” you beg.

You moved up and down on his twitching cock, “I want to milk that cum out of you my love” you whimpered, pressing yourself against him, taking in his full length.

“spill your seed inside my Daemon”

You voice, how it was so desperate, he was so desperate. Who would he be to deny you,

“As you wish my sweet” He bucked his hips slamming into you earning a load yepl followed by a satsyfied moan.

Daemon’s right hand gripping the back of your neck and his other hand gripped you hip, bring your cunt up and down roughly.

“God damn I can feel you fucking milking my cock!” He threw his leg on the bed letting his cock sink deeper into you, your plump ass making contact with his groin.

“fucking say my name.” Daemon thrusts hard

“Daemon!” his pace was becoming inconsistent.

“fucking scream it” He drove his cock into your wett pussy as his hand made its way from you neck to your clit.

“DAEMON JUST PLEASE CUM IN ME!”  You felt his hot cum fill your inside and he thrusts a few more times.

Your walls gripped his cock tightly, and his cum seeping out of your pussy, even though he had not yet pulled his length from you.

Warm, Hot, Sticky cum poured from your stretched pussy as you lay breathless on your stomach. You huffed into the blankets coming down from the high of your climax. Daemon wiping his brow and sat beside you on the edge of the bed. His hand running up and down your back, finally resting on your ass.

He smiled at the sight of his white warm seed slipping out of the lip of your pussy, it made him feel like.. a man.

“That…was..so …amazing” you huffed between exasperated breaths. Daemon leaned back on the bed, his arms resting behind his head and his face next to yours.

“Yes it was” He leaned in and kissed your forehead before hoisting himself up and off the bed to grab you a towel and possibly a change of clothes.

You buried your head in the pillows and inhaled his scent, yes, the whole room smelled like him. And that was enough to send to into a crazed hormonal frenzy.

Daemon came back dressed in a night shirt and sleeping trousers, helped clean you up, and offered you clothes to sleep in.

“Well I guess there is a size difference” he stated smiling and amused of how large the shirt was on you. He let out a small laugh seeing as the sleeping trousers were also too large.

“Well I think I look extravagant!” you teased.

He approached you wrapped his arms around your waist guiding you towards the bed in which you two and just laid. He pulled you atop of him, your head rested on his chest and your hands were intertwined with one another. You could hear the rhythmic beat of his heart, you could hear the air open and leave his lungs,but of all things you wish you could hear his thoughts..

“Daemon?”

You looked up noticing his eyes were closed, was he sleeping? After all that work.. well you figured he’d be exhausted.

But you received a half tired hum of acknowledgment in response.

The last time you asked a question in this exact position, he took offense, so fidgeted but you were curious what the end result of this would be.

“If I end up with child what happens?” you hum, nuzzling your face into the crook of his neck.

You couldn’t see it but Daemon’s face grew bright, he smiled at the thought of a family with you. He rolled you off of himself as to spoon your body and pull you close.

“Then maybe we would have no choice but to wed.” he whispered kissing your temple lightly.

****** SFW********

A boy told his sister to go to the servants quarters as he ran, no older than two and ten, ran down the halls of the Keep. Unnoticed by maids maesters, ladies, lords, and castle goers; he hurried and hastily made his way down many corridors and down many stairs. He wasn’t a normal child, he was part of a vast network. He was a small cog in a large machine that foretold events, rumors, and most importantly sensitive information. He ran down a narrow hall, dimly lit by candles, he soon came to an abrupt stop in front a wooden door. The boy knocked three times in a pattern that was familiar to the person on the other side. With a faintly creek the door slowly opened.

Otto Hightower.

He stared down at the young blonde haired boy with no name, not that he could or could bother to remember. He moved aside and let the boy into his office, closing the door behind him, and stood over the child, with a stern aura of authority.

“Speak, child” Otto stated firmly.

The boy leaned upwards, and Otto bend his knee to match the child’s height.

“Lord Daemon Targaryen has bedded the Lady (Y/N) Hightower, within his chambers, the act was heard.. by many…” the boy whispered as he continued, “It is as you suspected My Lord… she will birth him a babe resulting in a fair marriage pact.”

Otto nodded and slid a gold coin into the boy’s hand, “Fetch me the maester, child.”

The boy nodded and Otto moved away from the threshold of the doorway, and he watched eagerly as the boy threw the door open and ran from sight.

Otto took a long- deep breath in, his face wrinkled with a mix of disgust and frustration…anger even. “There will be no possibility” he said turning to the flames of the fireplace beside him.

“There will be no babe.”

Daemon eventually escorted you to your chambers after napping together after sex. He kissed you goodnight, placing a hand behind your head and gently bringing his lips to yours. You agreed to meet in the early morning, possibly for breakfast. He mentioned flying on Caraxes with you and you were giddy with excitement about the morning already. He made his way off to back to his chambers.

You were getting out of your bath when you heard knocking at your door. You quickly pulled on a night gown quickly and climbed into your bed, shuffling the bedding and pillows around. The bed looked messy enough to give the impression that you’d been asleep for a decent amount of time.

“Come in!” you “tiredly” called out as you sat up, rubbing your eyes.

The doors open loudly, and your eyes widened to see your uncle Otto strutting fast towards you.

The door shut loudly and two guards- that you didn’t recognize, stood before the exit. He was pissed, anger was written across his face as he reached out a pulled you from your bed.

You yelped in surprise and your eyes came into contact with his. Fire, Rage, Anger, the eyes of a man so pissed- he could kill.

“Child, the filth I hear of you sickens me.” He snarled, pulling you upwards by your gown.

 Your eyes shot around the room in question.

“W-what-”

A smack cut you off and echoed through your room.

“AGAIN YOU THINK ME A FOOL? DO YOU THINK I KNOW NOT OF YOUR DEBACHERY?!” He yelled as another hand came down hard on the other cheeked. Tears swelled in your vision, blurring the features of the man holding you by the collar. He didn’t hold back as he- again brought his hand down heavy down to your face.  And he dropped you.

You hit the floor grasping your face with your hands, moaning in pain.

He walked around your crumbled form and placed himself on your sofa. “Sit across from me now child.”

You looked up at him through your fingers, your teeth bared in white hot rage, “I’m not a fucking child” you hissed pulling yourself to your feet. You swiftly walked to the door- but two swords cut off your way out.

“What the fuck is this shit?! Let me out!” You yelled. But the knights didn’t move, they didn’t even acknowledge you.

“Sit” he repeated unphased by your new vocabulary, he knew where you got it from. You glared at him, not taking your eyes from chis as you carefully made your way to the chair opposite of him. You sat down with a serious expression on your face, unknowing of this sudden abuse.

“I took you as my ward out of pity. Pity that your father was a weak man and your mother was even weaker.” He stated coldly. He crossed his leg one over the other and leaned backwards, resting his enclosed hands on his knee. You held your breath and bit your tongue as you felt the rage  and adrenaline began to make you shake furiously.

“But as ungrateful as my brother was, I find his only daughter and heir just the same, ungrateful and disgraceful of the name Hightower”

“What the fuck are you speaking about?” you urged through a clenched jaw.

“I know of your exploits with the Rogue Prince, he’s disgraced your name just as you have the Hightower name. You’re the equivalent of a whore to him, to Alicent, to your family, you’re a slut who has sullied your maidenhood.”

Before you could leap on top of him and rip out his neck with your bare teeth, the doors opened, and an unfamiliar man- dressed as a maester walked carefully to the small center table separating you and Otto. He set down a tray and nodded to Otto. Before leaving he looked back at you, seeing your bruised tear streaked face he gave no expression, and he left, being sure to shut the door behind him.

You scowled, “What is that?”

Otto chuckled at your anger and confusion. “You will not birth a babe of Daemon or any Targaryen, Moon Tea..drink” he pushed the bottle near you…and your eyes widened. Your hands instinctively went to your stomach, Daemon did…he did cum inside of you. You knew what that meant, he knew what that meant..it was a last shot to end up married together, this would stop a child from growing in your belly.

Your face twisted in horror and you shook your head back and forth “No. No, no, no ,no..”

Otto drew in a long breath, uncrossed his legs, stood up, and snapped his fingers.

A guard, waltzed from the doorway to your side, his hand resting firmly on the hilt of his sword. You felt yourself freeze over, cold with fear and shock as your uncles’ words penetrated your ears.

“Drink it or Die here”

You just stared at him.

The knight pulled his blade from the sheath and your eyes ticked from Otto to him and back to Otto. They were actually serious about this; they were going to kill you if you didn’t drink the moon tea.

You broke.

Defeat overwhelmed you and your fingers curled into your stomach pinching the fabric of your nightgown, tears fell freely from your unblinking eyes.

“O-Okay..” you whimpered picking the the bottle.

“If you spit it out, you will die”

Otto smiled and the knight sheathed his blade, watching as you drank the tea. You uncle nodded in satisfaction, and he even went along you tilt the bottle for you, making sure you drank every single drop.

The tea was milky and bitter, it took your breath away with each sip. It burned as it went down your throat and you could feel the strange liquid rest in your stomach. You pulled the empty bottle away from your mouth and gasped for air. You felt it coming up, your stomach twisted and you swallowed hard keeping it down.

“Good, I wont have a whore in my family’s presence” Otto muttered turning away from you and walking to the threshold, “I hope it was worth it” He said glaring at you.

And he left with the two guards following closely behind him.

You sat, traumatized on your sofa, breathing heavy. You shot to your feet and ran to the bathroom, falling to your knees in front of a rubbish receptacle you heaved. You went to the toilet and  shoved your fingers down your throat, you even tried the stem of a rose- just to throw up this concoction. The pain was all you felt, but nothing else, you couldn’t throw up. You felt lightheaded and balanced yourself on the wall getting up.

Daemon. You have to go to Daemon.

That’s all your mind could focus on. You struggled you push open the doors of your room, they felt heavy, heavier than normal. Your foot falls felt heavy as well, as things in your vision began to fade in and out.

“Daemon!” you called out. He needed to be here; you’d be okay if you could just get to him. You dragged one foot forward and then the other, stumbling to keep yourself upright. The world started to spin around you.

“Daemon!” you yelled even louder as you shifted you weight against the grainy stone walls. It was this tea, the reason you felt like this had to be because of the tea.

Your vision was completely obscured, blurry with a blackness creeping into your tunnel vision. It was getting harder to breathe, and you felt like you had to keep breathing as it was no longer an automatic function.

“Daemon!!” You yelled, well it seemed... To your own ears your last call was the loudest, but it was nothing more than a weak whimper.

In seconds you felt your head collide with the stone below you, and your vision turned to blackness.

A knight approached your unconscious body, quickly he picked you up by the waist and throwing you over his shoulder, carrying you in the opposite direction. Behind him stood a silent Otto Hightower, who looked pleased at his own job well done. As the knight passed Otto with your body slung over his shoulder, he lifted up his hand, causing the knight to stop in his tracks.

“She doesn’t need this where she is going” he muttered as he unclasped the piece of jewelry from your neck. He looked at it in the moonlight, his brows raised and face showing that he was fairly impressed at its craftsmanship, he slipped the necklace into his pocket and walked onwards, the knight following close behind.

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Dean Winchester x reader smut 18+!!!!

Summery : Dean accidentally gets a hold of some nasty stuff ..called..sex pollen …when on the hunt for a wendigo and you were the only girl there

Beware ! Not proof read not checked for grammar or spelling errors do your best to figure it out 😂

Some boy had gone missing in the mountains, and theses mountains were rumored to be extrely haunted. So of course you Sam and Dean catch wind of this story and go to investigate. You grabbed your hiking bag, “ready boys?” Dean smirked “hell yeah” Sam groand“let’s just get it over with” Dean instinctively grabbed your waist as you started to hike through the forest , you and Dean had always been the closest but never romantic , you were tall just like Sam and Dean but not quite as tall, you were 5”11 where Dean was 6”1 and Sam 6”3 , you wore Jean shorts, cowgirl boots leather with blue feather stitching your body was curvy but muscular, you could easily compete with Dean and Sam , but you had a lil stomach , and you hated that you had that’s extra weight right there , you could never except that that was your body trying to help you , incase you ever had a baby that extra fat would cousin and protect the baby or feed it if you ran out of food, no you had to hate it! Cause you thought it was ”ugly”and not an absolute miracle of God ,

all Dean saw in you was beauty , but of course you could never know that either , Dean kept his arm firmly around you waist protectively , as if you would need protecting , but he did it anyway because he wanted to keep you safe , you were the most important thing on earth to him you matters more than anything.

The wind blew through the tall emerald evergreen trees , they reminded Dean of your eyes , the rain misted the forest it was creepy you knew something was out there , you looked back at Sam and Dean knowingly telling them without talking to be ready this thing was here the quick rustles in the bushes proved that , when you saw it , it was a wendigo for sure , it growled at Dean and something inside you flipped you knew you had to protect Dean you had to protect Sam your boys ,

You quickly cut over at this thing slicing sits jaw opens as you slice it as hard as you can all your muscles working on over drive , this wendigo screamed. “Yn! No!” Dean yelled and grabbed you slinging you out of the way as that thing screamed this yellow powder flew into deans face , the wendigo ran off into the forest leaving you there

You ran to deans side “Dean! Damn you you idiot! Why’d you do it!!” Dena smiled up at you “cause I cain’t let that thing hurt my girl” Dean tucks some hair behind your ear , you didn’t know if he ment it in a friendly way of more, Sam fell to deans side to as Dean laid in the ground , “we have to get him somewhere safe , this is about to get real bad real fast” you get panicked “Sam! What do you mean ?! What’s wrong ?!” Sam looks back at you and says “Yn, just don’t worry about it , we just have to get him safe , there!” *sam points to an old log cabin,

Sam Carrie’s Dean who’s whimpering and whining “I’m itching! My skin ! My skins on fire ! It burns! Everything aches ,” Dean whines out through groans , you run your fingers through his hair as Sam lays him down on the floor of the old abandoned cabin, “that stuff that got in deans eyes …that was sex pollen , it’s one of that creatures nastiest tricks ..and” you were shocked and scared Dean blurts out “what’s?!” You’re still so worried “go on Sam , and what ?” Sam takes a deep breathe then says “and if you dont …make love …with someone it’s gonna kill you Dean ..” Dean hollers “no! No! No! That can’t no! I won’t do that to Yn!”

You look at Dean with sympathetic eyes and put a hand on deans forehead “Dean we ain’t got much of a choice” Sam stands up and gose into the other room , fathers from yalls, before he gose Sam kisses your forehead and whispers “I’m so sorry Yn” and he brushes your hair back as he leaves

You go back and sit at deans side , Dean looks up at you “Yn, I don’t wanna do this to you I don’t wanna hurt you , I can’t control myself” you say “Dean I said Id do anything for you, and I meant it , I can’t let you suffer , I can’t let you die Dean! Losing My virginity is nothing compared to losing you!

Dean sits up and pulls you into him kissing you passionately, Dean pulls you into his lap as he grinds you onto him , “oh baby, mmmm” Dean moans , he rips your top off and pulls your shirts off , getting his off as well , his cock aching and hard , Dean looks so sad and upset but his eyes full of desire “Dean , it’s okay , do what you have to , I’ll be okay” Dean let’s go and slides himself into you and moan out “baby I’m so sorry” Dean says , your eyes are clapped shut in pain as you cling onto his big muscles , as you whimper in pain, his cock was stretching you out so much it hurt , Dean kissed up your neck as he pounded into you “your doing so good baby, so good for me” you nod your head as he continues to pins into you deeply “muaah” you moan out in pain Dena looks down at you snapping his hips into you “oh baby , oh baby I’m so sorry”

He didn’t seem to care anything of your insecurities, hell he loved them more than anything , that little bit of stomach you had he wanted nothing more than his baby there , your scars , and stretch marks like lightning , so fucking beautiful , it turned him on even more , he was in so much pain chasing his release to make the pain go away

Soon deans thrust become faster and harder “oh baby , baby , I’m gonna come …mm..gonna give you my baby , gonna get you pregnant” when he moans out, as he shot his cum into you , when he finishes he fell down into your chest but kept his cock inside you and his face in your boobs he clung onto you , “baby, I love you so much”

Dean finally comes back to , his brain starts working right again “oh Yn, I’m so sorry, oh gosh I’m so sorry, I hurt you! I hurt you, no, no no, oh Yn baby,” you grab his face and make him look at you “no Dean don’t you dare apologize! I swore I’d protect you I told you I’d do anything for you, and I mean it! I’d gladly do it again to save you dean I’d do anything for you! I love you Dean Winchester ,

Dean holds you closing to him , his cock still in you , he just wanted to hold you all night long right there , when he slips his ring onto your finger , “baby , I want you as my wife , I want you to have my children ,” you nod your head “yes , yes” as he pulls you into another kiss his arms holding you protectively, you were his wife , his and only his and that thing made him hurt you! He’d find a way to make it suffer ! Then kill it! Nothing hurt his girl , no nothing hurt the wife of Dean Winchester!