#and smut

[fuckingstrange]

Not too short

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WARNINGS: MLM Sex, handjob (s receiving), Haircut, Spencer was a lil insecure abt it being short but it's okay now, hair tugging/pulling, (accidental?) edging, begging, My friend said this seemed like sub/dom if they squinted?, if so then soft!dom reader, crying during sex, slight overstimulation(?)

WORDS: 340+

PAIRING: Spencer Reid x m!reader

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Spencer lies beneath you, groaning and quivering with the way you tug at his hair. He had just got it cut, coming home and telling you how worried he is about it being “too short.” You told him it wasn't, but he kept saying that he feels like he made a mistake by cutting it, and now matter how much you said he stilled looked handsome, it didn't really suffice him. So you had to prove it to him someway else.

Your fingers are buried in the short curled locks, much like they were when he had his grown out, long and luscious hair, while your other hand is busy moving up and down his swollen cock.

“Please, please, let me cum,” Spencer pleads, whining when your thumb swipes over his leaking tip. Your heart can't help but melt at the way he begs so beautifully. You haven't outright denied him his orgasm, yet, he hasn't even let go because he hasn't heard you say yes.

Your hand quickens in pace, making him whine out. He nearly sobs when you tug on his hair again, the pleasure going straight to his core. Just before he can beg for the fifth time within the last minute, you lean over him and whisper for him to “let go”. He finally does, body quivering and tears rolling down his cheeks, but he finally lets himself cum with your permission. You slow down the movements of your hand, starting to lazily stroke his hair to try and soothe him through the overstimulation before he can even really register it. His hips twitch and he lets out another soft cry, looking up at you with puppy-dog eyes while shaking his head, trying to communicate that he couldn't go through this again.

You know he couldn't handle another, considering how much he went through during this, you let up as soon as you feel his cock start to soften in your hand. Still stroking his hair, you lay down beside him and pull him close, peppering his face with kisses to get a smile to form on his pretty face.

“Maybe my hair isn't too short,” Spencer finally agrees after a few moments of silence.

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Mine

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

He let out a thrumming, prompting hum.

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

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

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

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

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

“Perfect, so made for me.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Mmmngh,” Azriel eloquently pleaded.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Thank you, m’love,” Azriel murmured.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“You see, hm, see what I see?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Of course you are,” Eris smirked.

“And sweaty.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“I think Lucien helped,” Az hypothesized.

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

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

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

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

“You keep me witty, Sir.”

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

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

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

Eris selected a matching leash and collar and began…

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Holding his cock.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Yes, Azriel?”

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

“Off? Need a thesaurus, my love?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

Despite the tingles and overt sensitivity, Eris rested.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

It was time.

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

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[amnignsity]

Pleasant chaos...

Lee Yongbok Felix x F! Human Reader x Yang Jeongin.

Zombie Felix & Jeongin┃ supernatural au—may mention blood, gore, detachable limbs, abilities/powers, rough manhandling, size kink, breeding kink, nicknames (sweetheart, darling, pet, toy, etc...), virginity getting taken, raw s€x(please wrap before you tap), no preparation just raw dogging it, double penetration, Crazy Felix and Jeongin—like unhinged. Also dismembered rats.

Fluffy and Smut filled mostly plus a bit of comedy.

∙∘☽༓☾∘∙⊱⋅•⋅⋅•⋅⊰∙∘☽༓☾∘∙⊱⋅•⋅⋅•⋅⊰∙∘☽༓☾∘∙

➺"Oh darling..."

Jeongin moaned softly against your ear, pressing his tip against your leaking cunt while making you gasp at the shear size of his cock—it was thick and veiny plus, it was about 6 inches. Your eyes shut closed while bitting your lower lip, your body being pressed against another who chuckled deeply against your neck.

"Now now, be slow and gentle Innie...you don't want to split her in half do you?..."

Felix murmured against your skin, gently nibbling making small yet visible marks down along your neck down to your collarbones—his warm breath making you shiver, his blue tongue dragging a wet trail around your nipple as you gasp in pleasure.

Hands wrapped around his neck as you pulled him closer against you, With Felix in front of you and Jeongin behind you. Your hands wander from Felix's back up to his neck then hair, gently tugging on them making him moan softly.

Wet and slicked noises could be heard from beneath as Jeongin slowly moved deeper inside of your tight cunt—barely able to hold back his groans while gripping your hips so tightly that he might bruise it a bit.

You couldn't speak—only gasps and moans could be heard from you besides who was gonna hear your screams anyways?...

The crows on the trees? Deers in the woods?

You didn't understand how you got here, nor did you understand how it became this way—having two zombie boyfriends in the middle of the apocalypse wasn't in your bingo card for this year...nor was it ever going to be.

Felix gently caressed your thighs as he held your legs up and wrapped it around his waist—squeezing your soft flesh gently as he moans against your perked up nipple, his hand playing with the other before going towards it and doing the same as well in vice versa.

You could feel the veins from Jeongin's cock against your wet cunt, moving deeper than you could ever reach with your fingers—you gasp as he presses on a sweetspot that made you tighten even more around him, milking his cock oh so sweetly...

"Fuck-...ah...darling..if you keep that up.." Jeongin gently moved his hips while caressing your waist. "I might cum too quickly..."

Sweat dripping along his forehead while he placed a soft yet tender kiss on your temple—he was so sweet towards you, letting you adjust to his size while he slowly moved allowing you to feel as well. It made your stomach tighten.

"It's already hard enough that you feel so good around me...ngh.." Jeongin spoke in a shaking manner, Felix smiled against your skin while letting his hands roam all over your body. Squeezing your flesh gently as he gropes your ass, slowly lifting you up even more.

His cock twitching against your tummy, his pre-cum making a mess, a leaking mess and puddle down the ground. To him it was torture not being inside you, but youngest goes first as always...

You couldn't help but love the long and dragging thrusts that was so gentle but also so frustrating to feel—they were soft for you, and you knew why...

It's because they were monsters, afraid that their strength may hurt you on accident. Afraid that they might go a tad bit too rough and break you if they go on about their urges alone.

"Please-...ah.." You panted softly while nibbling your lower lip—gasping as your eyes roll back, you couldn't help but feel frustrated it felt as if they were teasing you bit by bit giving you an ounce of pleasure each minute and it was killing you.

"I need..I want-mhmm.." Felix shuts you up while softly growling, his tongue intertwined with yours while he grips on your jaw tightly—his eyes having a shade of silver blue, moaning and groaning against the kiss while he explored your mouth so eagerly.

Jeongin slowly moved his hips down, slowly dragging out his cock out of you while gently nibbling your shoulder to force himself to stop making loud noises or else the other zombies might hear.

You couldn't help whimper as you felt empty without his cock, whining against Felix's lips while the other gently pressed himself against your aching cunt—hands placed on his shoulder whilst you feel Felix's cock next slowly entering inside taking turns with Jeongin who presses his cock against your ass.

"Finally..." Felix spoke, helping Jeongin with your behind getting spread and pressed against each other. Holding you up. It was his turn now.

Briefly pulling away to catch his breath—Felix looked at you with a darken gaze, seeing your lips reddish and glossy due to your mixed salivas he couldn't help but smirk before leaning in for more.

Meanwhile, Jeongin grabbed some lube and puts some on his fingers reaching down your ass whilst he smacked it making you flinch and shiver—clenching around Felix's cock who seemed to be reaching deeply inside your warm cunt.

'Fuck...' You thought yourself as she slowly drank in the pleasure that was given to you by two zombies...

Who would've thought such pleasure was ever created...

They were both merciless as they entered both your holes at the same time, Felix's cock was 7 inches and very thick. Smooth and heavy against your walls, as expected as the older one. He was much more precise with his movements unlike Jeongin who was mindlessly just fucking you.

Felix's easily knew where your sweetspot was making you quiver as you tugged his hair tightly, he chuckled against your ear. Jeongin just pouts at the lack of attention but needless to say he was still enjoying the view...

As the both of them slowly sink inside you, you couldn't help but moan loudly at the feeling. Double penetration at it's finest—you could barely think. Only looking at Felix with tears in your eyes. He smiled softly seeing you tear up.

"It's gonna be okay sweetheart..we'll go slow if it's too much.." Felix whispered softly as he placed a kiss on your cheek, Jeongin hearing what he said hummed in agreement as well. Placing a kiss on your temple.

Maybe having two crazy yet softie boyfriends weren't so bad after all...oh how you're in a for treat...

As you adjust to their sizes, they began slowly moving. Felix was a tad bit impatient as he moved quicker, Jeongin following his pace sent himself over the edge due to already having stimulated from earlier he whined against your ear.

"Fuck..That feels so good...You're so fucking good..." Jeongin whines against your ear as he begins pounding, the loud sound of skin slapping against skin could heard. Felix just chuckled at Jeongin before setting his pace the same way.

Your eyes rolling back, lips slightly parted as you drool. The pleasure was driving you crazy, they didn't slow down or whatever Infact they did it more rougher and harder until you came with a loud cry. They both smirked before setting up another pace.

"W-wait!..Slow down...I...ngh...fuck-" They both didn't listen, wanting to reach their peak as well. And it wasn't going to last long anyways..you felt too good...

Felix groaned against your neck as he slowly bit down your flesh, fastening his hips against you even more. Pounding into oblivion and mindless, being very accurate as you felt a different knot forming making you slightly nervous.

Jeongin wasn't helping in fact it felt even more so as he also followed Felix's lead, wrapping his arms around your waist as he bruises your hips. Fuck being gentle. They were going at instinct.

"P-please...I feel weird..ah..I don't think...I can-ngh..." You whimpered, tears rolling down your cheeks as you felt the knot beginning to overcome your control. Neither stopped and neither didn't want too anyways.

Using you as if you were their little toy, fucking you senselessly as you shook, gushing out juices as you squirted all over Felix. They were both surprised as they stopped for a brief moment before looking at each other. You were panting roughly, holding onto Felix tightly.

Suddenly they were both pounding into you again, Felix reaching deep within your womb as he pounded fast and hard. Jeongin hitting all the right spots as he reached down your lower abdomen, pressing the small buldge where Felix was inside you.

It was different type of pleasure but still a good one. It made you cum immediately, soon after they both followed. How both your holes tighten around their cocks, drenched with both your juices and their arousal. How you all made a mess.

Panting roughly as Jeongin and Felix dragged their cock slowly thrusting inside you trying to empty out fully. They didn't waste a single drop, for you greedily took it all.

After awhile, you found yourself being pampered with lots of things given to you. Whether it be a human corpse or some random junk Jeongin and Felix found through out this messed up earth.

You found yourself just being grateful that they both haven't eaten you yet. Of course they eaten you inside already but that will be for another time.

"YANG JEONGIN! Get your ass right here!" You shouted in pure disbelief as you saw three dead rats at the garden, it wasn't a pleasant sight. Bones, flesh and blood making it look disfigured and very much dismembered.

"Yes my darling dear.." Jeongin spoke out, innocently fluttering his lashes at you as he smiled widely. Looking innocent but that man was no where as innocent as he seems.

"How many times have I told you NOT to dismember creatures just cause you wanted to try out your powers now as a zombie.." You spoke out in pure disbelief as you pointed at the three dismembered rats in the garden. Somewhere you'd prefer clean and tidy due to the beauty of your flowers.

Wanting to see it but only to be met with multiple dismembered rats and causing it to foul your mood. It didn't help that Felix accidentally cut off his fingers while cooking earlier. They had no fear anymore due to their superhuman abilities.

"But deary darling..I was just testing out my wonderful abilities..." Jeongin cooed sweetly trying to coat you with his sweet tone, walking closer as he wraps his arms around your waist. Gently caressing your tummy which he often loved doing.

Grumbling to yourself as you slapped his hands off you—looking at him dead in the eyes yet he remains unfazed. To him you look too adorable to make him terrified besides that it's not like you'd do anything to him.

He was too...kinda precious for you.

And where was Felix? He was upstairs looking at the window as birds flew over the window. Looking down at him curiously, big doe eyes staring directly at the birds eyes. He reached his hand out as he let's the bird sit on it.

He was just talking with his fellow family members....

"Well hello there mister, Minnie..." The blue bird pecks his skin as it tweets, looking up at him cheekily as it flew and continued to try and annoy the other.

"Still spicy as ever huh..." Felix sighed as he smiled...he was used to his little companion being a spicy bird...

He was having his Disney princess moment right now...

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[luminousbeings-crudematter]

ok but here's an idea:

There is no one in the world you despise as much as you despise Ghost. His whole mask thing. The whole fucking mystery persona he keeps. How his voice is like, a couple fucking octaves lower than other men. He is annoying.

There is also no one in the world who fucks you like Ghost. He knows to find your clitoris without a map and a compass. He knows what buttons to press. He screws you nasty, just like you need.

[noclue4you]

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[sendpseuds]

Wip Wednesday - Spirit Halloween

The Halloween decorations are going up and I don’t remember the last time I had something for wip Wednesday so you’re getting a long one

Enjoy 🖤

The clock on the wall sounds like a heartbeat.

The second hand pulls back and lurches forward, steady and measured and maddening.

One-two. One-two. One-two.

It's loud and irritating, but honestly, anything is better than listening to The Monster Mash for the millionth time tonight.

No one has set foot in this temporarily occupied warehouse in over an hour and Anakin is beyond ready to get the fuck out of here.

The closing checklist is almost complete— the changing rooms have been cleared of unwanted costumes, each cheap plastic garment put back in its package and out on display, the register has been counted, the floors have been swiffered, the door has been locked. All he has to do is shut down the animatronics, turn off the lights and—

"Jesus-fucking-Christ," Anakin barks when a knock at the door nearly startles him out of his skin, clutching his chest to feel the frantic onetwo onetwo onetwo of his own heart fast outpacing the clock's suddenly sluggish tempo.

It takes a moment to catch his breath, his pulse still thundering in his ears when he looks up to find a man wearing a dark suit and an apologetic expression.

Normally, Anakin would just ignore the guy — maybe shout, 'We're closed,' and point at his watchless wrist before rolling his eyes and returning to his end-of-night checklist — but when the man raises his hand to give an almost adorably embarrassed wave, Anakin finds himself unlocking the door before he can think twice.

"I'm terribly sorry," the stranger says before the door is even open, rushed and painfully polite, "I didn't mean to frighten you."

He sounds like he stepped out of some critically acclaimed period drama about dukes and duchesses, and while he's not wearing coattails or a top hat he definitely looks like he could be a lord or something.

"It's fine," Anakin chuckles, a strange nervous tickle in the back of his throat as he breathes in the cold night air, shifting his weight slightly and trying to remember why exactly he opened the door in the first place, "Look, man, I'm really sorry, but we're—"

"You're closed," the man says before he can finish, nodding his head in acknowledgment, standing up a straighter like he thinks he can match Anakin's height, "I realize that and I apologize, but I was hoping that you could—"

"Sorry, dude," Anakin interrupts, shaking his head and finding himself strangely reluctant when the man frowns, "Already shut down the registers, couldn't sell you anything even if I wanted to."

His eyes drop in disappointment, lips in a thin line, but when his brows raise, head tilted to one side, Anakin lets out a low sigh, realizing this man isn't ready to give up.

"Cash?"

And if that doesn't pique Anakin's interest.

"I have—" the man murmurs absently, pulling out a sleek leather wallet to leaf through the contents and Anakin can't help the way he perks up when he sees at least one, two, three bills with three digits in the corner, "Four— no, five hundred and one dollars."

Anakin needs to swallow a laugh because who the fuck carries around that much cash?

"Anything not spent on the costume is yours."

Then, he nearly chokes.

That's— that's—

Honestly, that's not even a month's rent, but to Anakin Skywalker, five hundred dollars is a lot of money.

It's a trip home to visit mom.

It's a nice birthday gift for Ahsoka.

It's breathing room.

It's one hell of a negotiation tactic.

"That desperate, huh?" Anakin manages to ask, his mind already running through exactly what he needs to do to not get caught.

"You have no idea," the stranger hums, leaning forward just enough that Anakin can see the way his smile wrinkles his eyes at the edges, "You're my only hope."

Anakin shivers.

"Five hundred dollars?" He confirms, swallowing back the wild feeling still racing down his spine.

"Five hundred and one," the man grins, and for the first time, Anakin realizes his eyes shine like silver.

"Alright," he breathes, something strange studdering his heart as he holds the door open, "Come on in."

[cookietails]

Sanctuary 🪽

On a frosty, winter morning where dawn breaks through dusk, Keith dreams of sanctuary. ✧ Warning: Emotional & Smutty - Deadly Combo. ✧ Post-Canon, Engaged ✧ Explicit ✧ Complete (17K+ words) ☕️ https://archiveofourown.org/works/66372415

Fair warning: I cried writing this BUT I'm really proud of this one and it's all smiles at the end.

Enjoy! Give Keith a big ol' hug tonight. ♥︎

[the-californicationist]

Four airports. Three customs stops. Two multi-hour car rides. One train. 23 hours of travel.

Here’s the real question: what fic should I read? Comment below, besties. 👇

Cause I’m on two hours of sleep and a warm Red Bull, and I think smut will cure me.

[sonnista]

The human ability to forget can be both a blessing and a curse. After a traumatic experience like Bakura's, the most convenient solution would be to forget it ever happened. To lock it away in the darkest corner of his mind, never to visit it again. To somehow continue living without ever having to deal with the reality of loss. But was that really forgetting? Or was it repression?

Star Crossed by @pandabaozi & Sonnista

Written for the @thieveszine and art by the amazing @stardreamerart 💫

[burntheedges]

channeled all of my stress into writing this weekend and I don’t exactly feel better but I do have a 6k oneshot coming soon to a blog near you

[chichichi-blue-blog]

So, I have a new ship obsession now. I know I'm here after the war, but I just started the Tangled series and just fell in love with cassunzel. Oh my god, they're so cute, so hot, so real, so perfect.

The perfect tragic sapphic love story.

By the way, I read two wonderful fics about them, and it's not finished and one of them it's pretty dark and sad, but it doesn't matter, I still think it's pretty, pretty good.

Darkest Destiny: A Tangled Story by Fanfic_Acolyte_Vanessa ( really an adult story, but omg, i love how they make a disney show so dark like that, really inspiring!)

Untangled by MerinaThropp ( it's the movie rewritten, and it's better than the movie itself trust me on this! It's cute, Raps is absolutely adorable and Cass is the girlfriend everyone wants)

[sadhappylady]

Leech

Wilhelm was so turned on. Like, so much. He grabbed Simon’s hair and started sucking at Simon’s tongue. Oh god, it felt so good. Fuck. He needed Simon out of these clothes asap. Simon moaned, and Wille followed suit. Simon moaned again, and it was the most beautiful sound ever. Wille moaned even higher, and sucked even harder. He could literally feel how it turned Simon on. Wille’s fingers left Simon’s hair, and instead started fumbling with the button in Simon’s trousers. His mouth stayed, though. It felt heavenly, sucking at Simon’s tongue like that. Soon he would suck his cock equally eagerly. If Simon let him. He usually did. Simon loved when Wille sucked his cock. Actually, Wilhelm couldn’t wait to get Simon out of these clothes.

Simon moaned again, literally whimpering into Wille’s mouth. Wille continued his sucking ministrations. Oh, he loved hearing Simon like this, loved when he was keen and turned on for Wille. Suddenly, Simon was wiggling his head and with a pop, he broke free from the hold of Wille’s mouth. “Wille, what the fuck are you doing?” was the first thing out of his mouth. What?

“What?” Wille said it out loud as well.

“You sucking my tongue. It fucking hurts.” Simon was rubbing his tongue. “Didn’t you hear that I tried to get you to stop?” No? Wasn’t Simon only making good sounds?

Simon stuck his tongue out with a pout on his face. “Thee?” he said.

“See what?”

“There’s a fucking suction mark on my tongue, Wille!” Simon stuck his tongue out again, and yes, there, on the side of Simon’s tongue was a little swelling on the tongue.

“Really? I didn’t know you could do that!”

At that, Simon started giggling. “Neither did I. But see, you did it anyway, and it’s so uncomfortable.” He was wiggling his tongue around in his mouth, before he stuck it out and rubbed his finger over the sore spot.

“Can I feel?” Wille asked. Simon stuck his tongue out once more. Wille let his finger drag over the same spot Simon just had his finger at. The swelling wasn’t big, but it was definitely there.

“Want me to kiss it better?” Simon nodded.

Wille laid Simon down on the bed again, and let his lips roam over his. They both opened their mouths simultaneously to let their tongues meet in the heat between them. Just as Wille was starting to feel it again, Simon burst out giggling. Wille sighed, but just watching Simon was contagious, and soon Wille found himself laughing with Simon at his own expense.

When Simon finally stopped laughing, Wille removed first his own clothing, before he got going on Simon’s. When they were both fully naked, he lay down beside Simon, and leant in for another kiss. At the moment his lips met Simon’s, Simon started giggling uncontrollably yet again, and after taking in the sight, Wille couldn’t help but join him. He could see how it was still somehow funny.

“Lucky for you, I already love you. If this had been the first time we hooked up, I would have laughed at you and been out the door already, you weirdo,” Simon giggled like a five year old girl.

“Weirdo?”

“Mhm.”

“Shut up!”

“Make me,” Simon smirked, and Wille could absolutely do that.

He bent over and covered Simon’s mouth with his. The exact moment his tongue met Simon’s, the other started laughing once again.

“Siiiimon,” Wille whined, “stop laughing.”

“But it tickles. This is all your fault for sucking on my tongue like a leech,” Simon laughed, covering his mouth with his hands. “Oh, maybe I’ll start calling you that now. Leech.” He resumed giggling like a child, while he rolled around on the bed.

“If you stop laughing, maybe I’ll suck you somewhere else,” Wille admitted.

Simon stilled and peeked up at that. “Yeah?”

“What did you think was on my mind while I was sucking your tongue?”

“Oh. Ok, leech, you have my permission. But no suction marks on my dick, I’m warning you.” Simon gave Wille a stern look and wagged his finger at him before he broke into another heap of giggles, and Wille could only roll his eyes in retaliation.

He shifted around on the bed, so that his head was closer to Simon’s crotch, before he started stroking the insides of his thighs.

“Wille,” Simon whined, “I’m too giggly for this shit, it’s tickling. None of this teasing, please. I need the big guns.”

And ok. Wille could pull out the big guns. His hand found Simon’s cock and stroked him firmly a few times, before he pulled the foreskin back and licked carefully on the tip.

“Better?”

“So much better,” Simon moaned. “Don’t stop, Wille.”

Wille dived in once more. He definitely knew how to suck dick, that was not a problem. He took Simon’s cock fully in his mouth this time. Bobbing his head up and down, he got to work, sucking and licking at the right spots just like he knew Simon liked it. It made him feel so powerful to have Simon like this, knowing that he could turn him from a giggling mess to a writhing mess in the span of only a few minutes. Which again was such a turn on for Wille himself.

“Mhm, yeah,” Simon keened. His hips lifted from the mattress, and Wille almost choked on Simon's cock when it pushed into his throat.

Wille took a few deep breaths before pushing Simon's hips into the mattress, going back to work. He didn't want to stop, wanted Simon to feel good.

“Wille,” Simon moaned. “So good.”

Wille could tell that Simon was close by how his legs were writhing, and how he was trying to break free from Wille's hold on his hips. Wille just kept at it, he knew Simon never lasted long when he went down on him. He moaned around Simon's cock, being so turned on himself by seeing Simon like this, hearing these noises that he was obviously trying to keep down, to prevent Linda from hearing.

“Mmmmhmmmhm,” was all that was coming out of Simon's mouth now, before a long, drawn out “aaaaaaahhh” announced that he was coming.

Wille loved it when Simon came in his mouth, loved how that meant he liked what Wille was doing. The taste and texture of his semen, on the other hand, Wille could not get used to.

He made a noise, pointing at his mouth, and slowly got up from the bed. He spit out in the sink, and rinsed his mouth while he was at it.

“Hey, leech, come back here,” Simon’s voice came from the bed.

Wille groaned at the pet name, but came back to bed all the same. Simon held out his arms to him, and Wille slided in beside him, nestling into the crook of his neck.

“I love you,” Wille whispered.

“I love you, too. That was spectacular, by the way. You’re my all time favourite leech, just so you know it,” Simon whispered into his ear, and Wille groaned again. “And my tongue is all good again. Maybe I can use it for some good?” Simon wiggled his eyebrows. Before long, Wille was coming down Simon's throat, ooh’ing and aaah’ing as well.

And before long, Simon only had to whisper “hey, leech” and Wille knew exactly what Simon was after. Lucky for Simon, Wille was always ready to comply. He refrained from sucking his tongue like that ever again, though. Once was trauma enough for the both of them.

[xwingsandohs]

did anyone say good omens fanfic x cupid!reader ?!?!?

good evening tumblr. i have many thoughts for the ineffable fandom. can’t get out of my head a cupid!reader that crowley hangs out with now that azi is gone?!?? broken heart crowley?!?! crowley x reader smut ?!? gender neutral reader?!?!? gender bending crowley?!?!? sex shop running cupid ?!?!?!??! 🫣🤔🤭🪽

I wrote a drabble. Please send thoughts. May write a fic 🫣 XOXO, xwingsandohs.

Angels and demons have always been assigned their roles on earth to protect peace and create chaos, but it’s in the 15th century (or so) that the Almighty notices that humans have evolved themselves beyond simple procreation. And so God creates the Cupids, not necessarily a legion of angels and definitely not demonic, but a collection of holy beings powered by Earthly love to bring happiness and prosperity to humanity in new ways.

Where Aziraphale was defined by white hair and golden clothes, Crowley recognised by fiery red locks and sleek suits; this particular Cupid is defined by a rainbow of colours, patterns and flowers for every occasion.

It’s been three months since Aziraphale left for Heaven’s gates, or escalators to be more accurate, and your attempts to foster and create love in London has suffered thanks to a certain lonely demon moping around. Crowley can’t admit he just needs the company.

“Coffee?” You ask, Crowley hums positively. “What would you like?”

“Something strong.” He’s sitting on a lovely green couch in the back room of your shop, sprawled in all his comfort. It’s decorated with a variety of silly cushions, one particular eye-catching one being bright blue with orange tassels.

The room is littered with beige boxes of spare stock and new deliveries, but you still keep it looking bright with a mis-matched collection of hanging prints and printed wallpaper. You keep it on theme with what you stock.

“I know that, silly.” You shake your head and smile as always, you both do this routine most mornings. The coffee bean grinder grunts loudly and you pick out two big mugs from the cupboard. “What shall I try draw in your coffee with the milk? You know I’ve been practising.”

You have been practising. Despite coffee not being the main draw of your high street shop, you have a vision of giving out free drinks to customers if you can master the art of the latte. You’re getting better, actually.

“A leaf.” Your friend responds, standing up and heading towards you.

“You say that every time!”

Crowley picks up the yellow striped mug you’d taken out for his drink.

“I like the leaf.”

He’s nonchalant. He puts the mug back and looks around for the one he wants.

“But it’s easy and I’d like a challenge. Something silly.”

You grin up at him with a little humour, and he looks back to you with a raised brow.

He can’t find the mug.

You look up and find the mug immediately. It’s completely plain and black, with a slightly lighter shade of grey on the inside. He bought it and gave it to you especially for his drinks. You always fight back.

“Fine.” Crowley says with exasperation. “How about….” He looks around for inspiration in your decor, finding little that he wishes to ask for. “A tree?”

“Oh, I know!” You almost cut him off, exclaiming. He doesn’t know why you bother asking, again, this is your routine. His eyes roll and you can sense it without even seeing. “I’ve just remembered something I saw online the other day and I’d like to try it out.”

“Sure.” He rubs across his face with his hands then spins on the spot to head back to a seat on the couch. The milk steamer screeches and he considers it his cue.

“Could you do me a quick favour before I unlock the doors?” He stops, seconds away from reclaiming comfort on the velvet. He’s not your assistant, but you tend to always ask for these little things.

“I know you’re not my assistant, but there’s a pile of online orders printed out that I need to put together. Could you grab that pile from upstairs for me? It’s next to the-“

“The computer.” He finishes. Routinely.

You finish the coffee.

By the time he’s brought down the pile of paper and placed it where you like it behind the till incase of a quiet moment, you’re skipping over to unlock the door and flip the sign to ‘Open!’ Before it hits 9:01.

Then you rush back to grab the two mugs.

Crowley looks around at the shelves and pegs that hold the stock and shakes his head at everything he sees, humans and their rubbish. He does however appreciate the collection of green plants that have found a place amongst the shelves since he’d been spending lots of time here. They perhaps even look happier than his own, or maybe the colourful shelves really bring out their green.

“I wonder what lovely people will walk through our doors today?” You say with a smile, taking your first sip of coffee and smearing the pattern. Your hand holds out the other cup to Crowley.

He shrugs, takes the coffee from your hand and looks down at the pattern. “It’s a…”

“-A seahorse!” He wouldn’t have guessed it really, but when you point it out he notices. It’s definitely an animal of some sort.

“I like it.” He doesn’t really care for it, but you seem to like the labour, he understands that care. “Although it’s a little…”

He’s not going to say the word.

You’re still grinning, you know the word.

“A little…?” You ask.

“You know, it’s…” He doesn’t say.

“Phallic?” You say it. He doesn’t look away from the coffee.

��Phallic.” He confirms with an unsurprising demeanour .

“I know!” You giggle, he shakes his head.

“You really do take this all very seriously, don’t you?” Crowley chuffs as he leans back against the counter and takes his first sip.

“You could say it’s all about passion in this business.”

Well…. What else would a Cupid sell? The bell above the door rings.

“Good morning.” You call to the first two customers that come through the door. They respond politely back. “Welcome to Sugar ‘n’ Spice, let us know if we can help with anything.”

“Actually, we were looking for some bondage gear?” The lady says as her partner shrinks slightly behind her.

“Of course! Let me introduce you to our selection and then I’ll leave you to shop on your own.”

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I'm gonna hold off on posting part 3 of the Sebastian X Ciels cousin!reader fic because I don't have the time to work on it really. I need to finish editing the Sub!Nanami x Domme!Reader fic I REAAAALYYY wanna post that on Friday.

Tumble doesn't seem to have flagged the cover so I'm SO EXCITED

Little teaser for y'all:

[peachdues]

vow between man & star is slowly consuming my heart ok

@ghost-1-y @homo-homini-lupus-est-1701 my other WIPs looking at me like shocked pikachu rn