#excuse me while i weep a bit

[that-angry-noldo]

... do you ever just. think about fingon, who just crossed the helcaraxe, where he lost his sister-in-law... who just lost his brother... who's filled with rage and anger... demanding to meet maedhros (not even feanor - maedhros) because he wants to look into his eyes, wants to make him feel all the anger and pain and betrayal - only for maglor to look at him wearily, and. in one moment - in one moment it all turns into deep dread because he can't be dead too

[ddodol]

baby one more time — s.es

mini series ⭑.ᐟ [ working ] synopsis ⭑.ᐟ eunseok just loves driving you crazy. content warning ⭑.ᐟ smut! minors dni!, annoying coworker!eunseok, fem!reader, uncomfortable car sex, pet names, fingering (f.), unintentional edging, a tinge of begging, unprotected sex. word count⭑.ᐟ 3.4k+

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✩🎧⭑.ᐟ [ ...baby one more time — the marias ]

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it was way too early for you to be crying, especially not in the middle of a traffic jam while you were in eunseok’s car.

just before the two of you departed, your boss gave you an earful for submitting the wrong documents to a client even though you were so sure you gave them the correct one. it wasn’t anything new, just the usual misogynistic remarks that always made you hide in the bathroom and cry for hours except now you’re forced to keep a straight face next to eunseok.

the two of you weren’t exactly in great terms, always fighting and squabbling over the smallest things. so you were shocked and relieved that eunseok kept his tongue for the majority of the ride— and it’s been an hour since you two were stuck here.

you felt tears pricking your eyes, blinking furiously as you stare out the window. eunseok was tapping on the wheel, glancing at you with a worried expression. now, he loved messing with you but he’d hate to see you cry, or to see you holding it back because of him.

”you can cry if you want, if that’ll make you feel better,” you snap your head at him, seeing that he had his head turned away from you out of consideration. it didn’t take much for you to start crying, weeping silently as eunseok taps on his thigh.

”sorry about what happened,” he mumbled, still not looking at your direction. you sniffled, “what for? it’s not like you magically changed the documents our client received just to fuck with me.”

eunseok chuckles silently, seeing your faint reflection through his window, “there’s that, but you also didn’t deserve to hear any of that. i know how hard you work, that wasn’t your fault.” you blinked at him, one tear rolling down your cheek as you try to process his words. was song eunseok comforting you right now?

you felt a shiver down your spine, “i didn’t think you were capable of sympathy.” eunseok finally looks at you with an unfamiliar expression on his face, “you’d be surprised,” he smiles at you and, well, eunseok was more handsome than you initially thought. you hoped that the excuse of crying would cover up the redness on your cheeks.

”i can shut up for today if it’ll make you feel better,” you stare at the man in front of you, questions racing through your head. “it’s not like i’m dying tomorrow, song.” he laughs at you a bit too cutely, taking you by surprise yet again.

now that you think about it, you’ve never really spent time alone with eunseok, a proper time alone with him. you already knew he loved pissing you off in front of your coworkers and that you always return it tenfold, though he never really gets pissed at you in return.

”can i ask a question?” you asked meekly, wiping the tears from your face as eunseok nods at you with a small smile. “why do you keep picking fights with me?”

eunseok looked away, pondering for a bit before he looked back at you with a familiar annoying smile, “because you’re cute when you’re mad.” you scoff at his answer, it wasn’t anything you haven’t heard before. “i’m serious, song,” you frowned at him, crossing your arms with a huff.

he just shrugs, “i don’t know what else you want me to say, my answer will always be the same.” you rolled your eyes, “yeah, saying that you like me would’ve been a more believable reason.” eunseok went silent for a bit, glancing at you. were you finally catching on to his one-sided crush on you?

you noticed that his cheeks turned pink, the first time you ever seen them like that. you tilt your head, “are you blushing?” eunseok chuckles at your expression, “what if i am?”

”whatever, i thought i was finally getting to know you,” you leaned back to your seat, still huffing as you stare at the window. eunseok looks at you, lips slowly curling into a smile, “well, i have a few ideas you might like hearing.” you were surprised to hear his voice get so deep, body flushing up as you stare at him in surprise.

eunseok grins widely, still tapping on his wheel as he looked forward. you try to do the same, not really wanting to look at him while your heart was beating wildly. “i don’t think we’re getting anywhere at this point,” he hummed, turning to you with a smile, “wanna do something fun?”

”does that fun even involve me?” you raise a brow at him. eunseok just tilts his head, taking his hand off of the wheel to brush his fingers against your thighs. you twitched at the action, staring up at him with wide eyes. “song eunseok!” you squeaked out, holding on his hand.

”aw, look. our first time holding hands,” he cooed, happily raising both your hands up. you frowned at him, “fuck off, go bother someone else.” eunseok shrugs, pulling your hand to his lips, “i don’t know, y/n. you’re literally the only person here.”

you blushed when you felt his lips graze your hand, watching as he smiled at your reaction. “go fuck yourself, i’m not playing with you,” the blush on your cheeks seem to betray you, your voice shaking as you look at eunseok with glazed eyes. he smiles, placing a small kiss on your hand, “you know you’re the only person i mess around with,” he playfully bit on your finger, “you’re an adult, y/n, you should know why by now.”

you genuinely just thought eunseok found you easy so he annoys you all the time like a child. though you also can’t deny that there’s always some kind of tension between the two of you— it was his eyes. eunseok’s eyes always looked at you so hungrily, as if he could devour you at any moment, so you always find yourself avoiding his gaze, only looking at him to glare or to frown.

“just get laid” was a phrase you heard a lot even from your most trusted friends. you also can’t deny that you stare at his stupid lips whenever he smirks at you, but that didn’t mean you wanted to fuck him— maybe just kiss him but that’s it.

”if i play with you, will you stop messing with me?” you asked meekly, eliciting a bout of laughter from eunseok. he looked so cute like that, you wished he was just that cute all the time. he kissed your hand once again, “can’t promise that when you’re this cute but i’ll try.”

eunseok’s deep voice echoed in your ear, pressing your legs together reflexively. he caught on this little gesture, trying not to laugh at how adorable you were. he did just promise not to mess with you after all. “you can get out if you don’t want to do it, just don’t slap me, i’m not into that yet,” he muttered teasingly, slowly leaning in. you shut your eyes in anticipation, parted lips eagerly waiting for eunseok.

”hurry up before i change my mind,” you mumble quietly, the sound of eunseok’s chuckles being the last thing you hear before you felt his lips on you. the kiss was slow and sweet, definitely not something you’d expect from someone like eunseok. you felt his hand on your head, gently guiding you as he leaned in even more, deepening the kiss.

you felt your head go blank at the slow pace, desperately pushing your tongue against eunseok’s lips for more. you felt him chuckle at the contact, pulling away with a soft sigh. eunseok cupped your cheek, licking his lip when you leaned against his hand as you looked at him so adorably.

”i take it that you liked it?” you knew he was teasing you, but you felt far too needy to think of anything snarky to say, “give me more.” eunseok smiles at you, his other hand already travelling down your thighs. you sighed softly, biting on your lower lip at how warm his hand felt against your skin.

”will you be quiet for me?” you shuddered at the sound of his voice, nodding as you look at him. he smiled, leaning in to kiss the traces of your tears away. “my windows aren’t tinted so we need to be careful,” you blinked at him, finally feeling nervous. as much as you’d love to feel eunseok’s fingers inside, you also do not want to risk getting caught while you’re stuck in traffic.

you looked around nervously, “n-never mind, i can wait until we’re in the clear.” eunseok chuckles, leaning against your ear, “i’m just kidding, baby. you can see how dark my windows are.” you let out a whimper when he placed wet kisses down your neck, “besides, i’d hate to see other people watch you when i haven’t even seen it for myself.”

you gasped softly when eunseok slipped his hand up your skirt, parting your legs as you lean your body against his chest. eunseok smelled very nice, surprisingly just the way you liked it. he hums in satisfaction, “let me make you feel good, y/n.” there was a hint of mischief in his voice, the same one you always hear when he messes with you at work. but with the shift in mood between you two, you couldn’t help but moan in anticipation.

eunseok’s forcefully ripped through your stockings, pressing a finger against your core. “you’re wet, baby. were you looking forward to this?” you whimpered, shaking your head. he kissed your temple, smiling against your skin before he pushed your panties to the side.

”fuck, you’re dripping,” he groaned, running a finger up and down your slit. “eunseok,” you whined, raising your head to look up at him, “kiss me.” eunseok smiles at you, leaning in to latch his lips onto yours as he pushed his fingers inside without warning.

you furrowed your brows, moaning against his mouth and grabbing on his blazer with your trembling hand. you figured out that eunseok just enjoys teasing you with slow kisses, eyes fluttering open to see him looking at you mischievously. he pulls away with a chuckle, “did i get caught? my bad, you looked cute.”

”eunseok,” you frowned, grinding you hips against his hand, desperate for more stimulation. he laughs softly, “didn’t think you’d be this needy for me, baby.” it didn’t take much for him to start thrusting his fingers in and out, curving it up just right, leaving you breathless at how well he was hitting all your spots.

”breathe, baby,” eunseok whispered against your ear. you tried your best to focus on your breathing, body tensing up against eunseok as you felt your orgasm near. “fuck, fuck, fuck— i’m so close, eunseok,” you whimpered, melting at how good you were feeling. eunseok was whispering some nonsense in your ear but you found his voice so sweet, moaning softly as you spread your legs even more.

your orgasm was so near that it was all you could focus on, until you two heard loud car honks from behind. eunseok was quick to pull his fingers out, already back to driving. you were trying to catch your breath, bleary eyes looking up at eunseok. he had a smug smile on his face, glancing at you, just completely fucked out and you haven’t even reached your climax yet.

”you’re mean,” you whine, frowning as you try grinding yourself down desperately. eunseok just laughs, “i’m just trying to be a good driver, baby.” you pout, slowly going insane at the tingling between your legs. you wanted his fingers back inside you so badly.

you stare at his hands, fingers tapping on the wheel whenever he turned it. you found it fascinating and hot for some reason. “are we going straight to the client?” you asked meekly, glancing at eunseok. the road he was taking felt familiar and you were sure it was on the way to their building. you tried to hide your pout, looking to the side so that eunseok wouldn’t notice how disappointed you were feeling.

it wasn’t long before you both arrived, parking at a suspiciously dark spot. you undid your seatbelt and was just about to go out when you felt eunseok’s hand on you.

”where are you going? want it outside?” you blinked at him, tilting your head as you fail to get the message. “you don’t want to cum?” you blushed at his words, closing the door as you clear your throat. to be clear, you do want to cum, so badly. eunseok laughs, “god, you’re so adorable, y/n. can you tell why i like teasing you now?” you look away in embarrassment, “how was i supposed to know? you didn’t say anything.”

”what, so you plan on walking around looking like a mess?” your stockings were all messed up but that wasn’t the main problem— you were dripping everywhere, embarrassingly so. “fuck off, eunseok. this is your fault,” you frowned at him, pulling your miniskirt down.

eunseok just smiles at you, also undoing his seatbelt so he could move better. “do you want my fingers still or do you need something better?” you felt annoyed at his stupid questions, of course you’d want something better.

”if that something better includes me cumming, then i’m down,” eunseok chuckles, cupping your face as he pulled you in for another kiss, a short but sweet one. you find yourself loving eunseok’s kisses the most, huge eyes staring up at him whenever he was up close to you. he’d always pull away with a small smile on his face, one that seemed genuinely happy to have you like this.

”get on top of me, y/n.”

you nodded, quickly getting on top of eunseok as he reclined his seat. it still felt stuffy but you liked the proximity, feeling his warmth against your body. you found it funny, grinding down on him like this when you’d do anything back then just to get him out of your sight.

eunseok licked his lips, slowly unbuttoning your shirt as you grind down on him. he was hard and grinding down on his bulge felt too good, getting lost in the pleasure as you try to chase after your own orgasm. though eunseok didn't let you have that, gripping on your hips to lift you up slightly. you whined at the loss of contact, laying your head against his shoulder.

”i didn’t mean to edge you this time,” he laughs, patting your head as you whined against his ear, “had to pull my cock out, baby. my bad, you can do whatever you want now.” eunseok’s voice sounded so sweet, although his veiny cock was anything but that.

you bite your lip, staring at his leaking cock. eunseok was blessed with a pretty cock, tip just curved slightly as it laid against his stomach. you knew he’d feel so good inside you, pussy already twitching at the thought. you stare at him, watching you with a smile on his lips, “show me how needy you are, y/n.” what an annoying man.

despite how pouty you were, you still positioned yourself above his cock, pulling your panties down enough for him to slip inside. you let out a cry, his cock already hitting your sensitive spots with ease. eunseok watches your expression, keeping his hands to himself since he promised to let you have your fun.

”how’s my cock, y/n? you like it?” you bounced slightly, addicted with the way his cock pressed on your walls. you forgot to respond, lips parted as you moan at the sensation. eunseok just laughs, already thinking of other ways to tease you later just because you didn’t respond to him.

you were moving your hips so sensually, bouncing on his cock as you try to replicate the feeling from earlier. “fuck, you feel so good, song,” you whimpered, wrapping your arms around eunseok’s neck and laying your head against his shoulder as you drown in the pleasure.

your pace was far too slow for eunseok’s liking, but he got off on seeing you enjoy yourself. eunseok’s hands were busy, playing with your breasts as you moan so prettily for him. “i’m close, don’t take this away from me,” you whine, holding onto him tightly as you bounce even harder.

eunseok laughs, licking his lips at how much you were clenching down on him, “do it, baby. cum for me,” he whispered, pressing down on your waist as moans pour out of your mouth. it didn’t take too long for you to cum, finally finding relief after being edged twice.

eunseok peppered kisses down your neck, massaging your hips as you slump against him. “you’re not done yet, are you?” you usually hated going multiple rounds, wanting to just sleep after cumming once, but the way eunseok made you feel was too addicting. you wanted more from him and you hoped that he felt the same.

”make a mess of me, song.” you felt eunseok’s cock twitching inside you, giggling as you finally found a way to fuck with him. “you won’t be giggling much after that, y/n,” he whispered against your ear.

you opened your mouth to speak, cries pouring out of your lips when eunseok suddenly moved you on his cock. his pace was fast and rough but he still managed to hit all of your favorite spots, leaving you a moaning mess. “already a mess, baby? haven’t even started yet,” he groaned, slapping your ass lightly.

”eunseok!” you cried out, digging your nails on his clothed shoulder, desperately trying to pace yourself. you arched your back, laying against the wheel as eunseok reveled in the view you were giving him. your breasts bouncing around made him want to go even rougher, lifting your hips even higher and pushing you down even more.

you choked out a cry, overwhelmed by all the pleasure you were feeling at such a cramped space. you chanted eunseok’s name over and over, eliciting a soft moan from him. “fuck, keep moaning my name, baby,” he groaned, struggling to not spill inside you when you were clenching down on him so much.

”eunseok,” you moaned, looking at him with half-lidded eyes, “give it to me.” eunseok shuddered, muttering a curse under his breath before pushing you against the wheel. it felt uncomfortable but all you could focus on was eunseok thrusting inside you so roughly.

“inside— fuck! please do it inside!” you cried out, words slurring as you cum all over his cock. eunseok leaned in to leave bites all over your chest, moaning so softly as his hips stuttered against yours, soon spilling inside. he kept thrusting inside, pushing his cum further, making you tremble and mewl at the warmth.

eunseok laid back down on his seat, pulling you along in his arms. it was surprisingly comfortable, you almost found yourself falling asleep to eunseok’s soft breathing. he played with your hair, laughing breathlessly when he glanced down to see your eyes closed.

”i love you, y/n,” you hummed in response, making eunseok smile. “can you say that again in a different setting? like, i don’t know, maybe a date? not with your cock and cum deep inside me?” eunseok loved hearing your snarky retorts like this, chuckling as he brushed your hair, “is this not romantic to you?”

”would’ve been more romantic if you fucked me in a hotel,” eunseok raised his brows, looking down to meet your eyes. you had a playful look, making him smile widely. “we still have a different mess to take care of, baby.” you roll your eyes, pouting as you remember why you were even here in the first place.

you already felt tired and sore, your clothes were all ruined now too. eunseok peppered kisses all over your face, “i’ll take care of it. want me to drop you off at the bathroom real quick?” you whined, rubbing your face against his chest. you really didn’t want to move right now, nor clean up because you actually liked having a trace of him on you.

“i like having you inside though,” eunseok’s cheeks blushed cutely, making you smile as well. now that you knew how to tease him back, you planned on taking advantage of it. “y/n, i’ll leave more of me later until you’re sick of me. let me take care of you for now, yeah?” you pouted, not expecting such a sweet response.

”okay, now get off of me before i get hard again, baby.” you smiled mischievously, not moving an inch as you look up at eunseok. he clicked his tongue, sighing deeply.

oh, you were in big trouble now.

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[girlboypersonthingy]

Could you maybe write a Sally Face One Shot, where Sal developed a huge crush on reader. But he thinks she doesn’t feel the same way. So he writes a love letter in which he puts no hope in, but then she actually tells him she does feel the same.

Does that even make any sense?😭

Yes…it makes sense and I’m weeping over this omggggg 😭😭😭 bruh this had me screaming and kicking in bed as I wrote it omfgggggg. Sal is pretty smart so I know this mf would write some pretty, thought out, poetic type shit

Notes: gn!reader, established friendship, friends to lovers trope

TW: none, just so fucking sappy and fluffy

Sal x reader- Sincerely Sally 💌

Dear (Y/N),

I want to start by telling you that you’re an amazing friend. I’m beyond grateful we’ve met. You’ve always made me feel so comfortable, so wanted, so important. No words could ever truly explain my feelings for you or the thoughts behind them, but I’m going to try.

Since we met, I’ve seen nothing but good in you and I think you’ve made me good, too. You make me feel good. You make me a better person. I don’t know who I’d be without you, but I know who I want to be now.

I want to be the one on your arm when we walk into a room.

I want to be the one you wake up to every morning and fall asleep next to every night.

I want to kiss you every time we say ‘good bye’ and every time we say ‘hello’ again.

I want to be the one you point to with a smile and say ‘him’ when talking to others.

I want to be the one to hold you when you cry.

I want to be the one to hug you when you’re excited.

I want to go every where you go.

I want to slow dance with you.

I want to head bang with you.

I want to paint with you.

I want to sing to you.

I want to hold you.

I want you.

I love you.

I’m in love with you.

And I’m sorry.

Sincerely,

Sally <3

Sal felt like a total loser while sneaking over to your place, which was just down the street from Todd’s house, and slipping the letter in your mailbox. He felt like he could puke just from writing the letter, there’s no way he could ever say these things to your face. He couldn’t help but hesitate, staring at the mailbox as his heart beat rapidly in his chest. ‘They’re going to hate me. I’m gonna ruin everything. What the hell am I doing?’ Sal thinks to himself, staying frozen in place for a good few minutes as thousands of thoughts race through his mind, shaky hands stuffed in his hoodie pockets.

He jumps a bit when he notices the light in your bedroom flick on through your window. He ducks his head and turns to leave, not wanting to get caught lurking around your house in the middle of the night. As he rushes back home, the panic begins to set in because now he realizes he left it…he left the letter behind. It was done. No turning back. He felt sick to his stomach and like he was already grieving the loss of your friendship.

Sal tip toes back in the house, praying neither Neil nor Todd would catch him sneaking in so late and ask questions. He trudges to his room, shedding his clothes before flopping onto his bed. Sal lays on his side and after taking his prosthetic off, stares at the wall for hours thinking about all the ways this could go wrong, all the ways you could reject him, every excuse and lie he could use later to act like it wasn’t even serious, like it was a dumb joke or something. Finally, after his brain had tortured him enough, he drifts off to sleep just before the sun begins to rise.

~next morning~

‘Holy shit…’ You think as you hold the piece of lined note book paper in your shaky hands. “No way…no way!” A giddy smile grows on your face as you clumsily drop all the other mail you had in your hands, besides Sal’s letter, on the ground and take off running for him. It was early in the morning and you were in pajamas still but nothing could stop you now. His house was not far at all and you were too excited not to immediately run to him and profess your love for him.

You and Sal had been friends almost as long as he has with Larry and Todd. You’ve slowly fallen in love with him just as hard as he has with you- the issue is that you are both dummies and think the other person sees you as a friend and a friend only. You’d find yourself dreaming of Sal, not knowing he was dreaming of you too. You’d absentmindedly doodle his name on piece of paper and blush, he’d find a strand of your hair on his shirt and smile so big under his mask. You two have been pining for so long but both so afraid to wreck the relationship you already have. Eventually, Sal felt like he couldn’t get anything done, couldn’t focus on his studies or the ghosts or even eating throughout the day. His brain was full, flooded even, with thoughts of you. He just had to get it out, he had to say it to you now or he would be haunted by it forever. Unbeknownst to Sal…you felt the exact same way.

Bouncing up to his doorstep with an uncontrollable smile on your face, cheeks aching and turning red, you knock on the door and ball your fists up out of excitement. Finally, Todd answers the door, smiling at you before greeting you. “(Y/N)! What are you doing here so early? We-“ “Sal! I-I’m sorry. I need to talk to Sal.” You interrupt, your crazy smile making Todd chuckle softly just as Neil comes up behind him. “Morning, (Y/N)! Sal isn’t up yet. He’s still-“

You weren’t trying to be rude, you adored Todd and Neil but you were currently completely 100% hyperfixated on the sleeping blue haired poet behind the door at the end of the hall way and you just had to see him immediately. “I-I’m sorry…” You laugh softly as you push past them, sprinting for his door, gripping the knob excitedly before swinging the door open. The sound of the door swinging back against the door frame stirs Sally from his sleep, making him groan and glance over at the doorway. Before he can react to you being in his bedroom, in your pajamas still with bed head and an adorable love sick smile on your face, you’re jumping into his blankets with arms wide open. As you practically belly flop on top of him, he huffs softly then chuckles, groggily blinking at you.

“Uh…morning…” He mumbles just before you place the folded love letter on his chest, giving him a small smirk. His eyes open wider now, his prosthetic eye not in its usual socket. Sal scrambles nervously to sit up more, his breath hitching in his throat. He was so half asleep for a moment there, he had forgotten all about the letter he planted in your mailbox last night. “Oh I uh….yeah uh-uhm-“ Sal can’t seem to move his mouth correctly, can’t focus his brain on the words he wants to say. And he just breaks down even more when he realizes you’re in his bed, still in pajamas with the cutest messiest bed head. He can’t deal with the cuteness and his gnawing anxiety…So you speak up instead.

“I love you too.” You smile sweetly before pulling yourself up closer to his scarred face and rubbing your nose against his. Sal lets out a whiny little hum as he lets his nervous hands very slowly move up to rest on your back, smiling like a sappy dork as he hugs you softly. He’s not sure what exactly he was expecting to happen after giving you that letter but this is most definitely the best case scenario. “Let’s just…fucking kiss already.” You say with a cheeky smile, eyes half lidded as you lean in closer. Sal sucks in a breath before letting his eyes close along with yours, pursing his lips out as his hands move up your arms and to your cheeks. His big palms caress your face so perfectly, his thumbs sliding back and forth over your skin as you lock lips, gently moving your mouths together as soft sighs leave both of you.

As his hands pull your face closer, your hands wander up and down his bare arms, legs tangled up in his blankets along with him now, you couldn’t help but let out a soft laugh against his lips. “I’m glad you finally told me…that letter was so beautiful.” You whisper, lips gently ghosting against his now. Sal keeps his eyes closed but smiles brightly. “I wrote 153 of those letters.” He confesses, face burning bright red. “No you didn’t.” You scoff, looking down at him, finding this fact hilarious and also adorable and flattering.

“Oh yes he did!” Todd and Neil are leaning in the open doorway. Oops…you got so excited you didn’t shut the door behind you when you ran in. “Proof!” Neil laughs out loudly as he points to Sal’s trash can in the corner of the room, overflowing with balled up pieces of paper. You laugh as you look over, Neil and Todd laughing along with you. Sal drapes an arm over his face, trying to hold back his flustered smile and embarrassed expression. “Stoopppp.” He complains before you’re standing and playfully glaring at the two boys in the doorway. “That’s enough teasing. Shoo!” You grin at Todd before shutting the door on them and turning back to Sal.

“153, huh? Wow. That’s some dedication, lover boy.” You climb back into his bed, sitting cross legged beside him. “Why didn’t you just tell me in person, Sal? Would’ve been way easier.” You scoot closer to him and run your fingers through his tangled hair. “Uh, I totally disagree. I nearly had a panic attack just putting that letter in your mailbox and then having to walk away from it.” A laugh rings out from you as you toss your head back. “Ha! So, What? You’re afraid to say you love me but not afraid of ghosts or demons or cults?” You taunt him before leaning over to rest your head on his shoulder, closing your eyes for a second. “You’re strange. And I love that about you.” You rest there with him for a moment before a fantastic idea hits you, making you sit up and gasp excitedly.

“Can I read the other ones too?!” Before Sal can answer, you’ve jumped up and ran to the rejected pile of love letters in the corner. “No! (Y/N)! No no nononononono!” Sal jumps up and runs to tackle you, his face blushing so red from his ears and down his neck. You laugh loudly as he wraps his arms around your waist and tries to pull you away from all the other embarrassing things he wrote and considered saying to you. “They’re…in the trash…for a reason!” He laughs and huffs as you you push forward, trying to reach even just one crumpled up piece of paper. “Pleeaaassseeeee?” You plead but your strength leaves you as Sal tickles you and has you cackling on the ground instantly.

And the next 10 minutes are spent wrestling with him on the floor of his bedroom while laughing like drunk idiots and occasionally pressing a kiss to the other’s lips. Eventually, you do get ahold of a few of the discarded love letter drafts and they are either like Shakespeare poetry type shit, or so fucking dorky and corny, full of puns and shit. Larry probably tried to help him with that one lol

[soap-ify]

mdni.

YOU'RE AN ANGEL, I'M A DOG | simon 'ghost' riley x reader

05 — i'll meet the judgement by the hounds.

chapter summary — a fool and a coward, that's the realisation you had come to.

tags / cw — no smut, fluff, a bit domestic honestly, basically reader's drunk and simon takes care of you, bittersweet, simon opens up... a bit, angst, suicidal thoughts, very subtle religious references if they even count as one, simon's in denial and reader is on the verge of losing it all. [4k words]

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Simon had come to the conclusion that you were a snake, and your love was your poison. Maybe he really was a coward for being afraid to let your venom drown into his veins.

“Remind me to never take you out for drinking again.”

If it weren’t for Simon holding you carefully against him and walking through the street, you’d surely have collapsed on the ground all drunk and worse, thrown up by now.

It was a little mistake. One drink became two, and then three. You had forgotten about your tolerance, and here you were now. It’s all because of Simon. That’s what your excuse was, blaming it all on him. Which was true in all honesty, you had gotten too excited about this little hangout.

“You’ll never go out with me again?” Completely mishearing his words, you looked up at him with wide eyes, tears already approaching. Yeah, you were completely drunk. Simon froze, his heart tearing at the sight of your incoming tears, even if they were just due to your emotions being all over the place now. Emotions that had always been there, hidden deep within.

His first instinct was to ignore your words and just keep walking, his heart begging for him to comfort you. But again, how does a killer comfort an angel? How would the moon comfort the ocean, while being so far away?

“I didn’t say that.” He gruffly replied and continued to look ahead, not daring to meet your eyes anymore.

O Angel, let me fall on my knees, kiss your fingers, and weep for forgiveness. So you may hold my absolution, and make me man again.

“C’mon, we gotta take you home.” Simon internally cursed himself for not taking you both to the bar in a car. He hadn’t considered the possibility of you being a drunk mess. Do I ever consider anything?

“No!” Your loud whine echoed in the empty pavement, and he could barely hold in a chuckle, deciding to bite his bottom lip beneath his mask. “Can’t we spend more time together, Si?”

I’d spend a lifetime with you. But god forbid he ever said those words. Not to you, not to anyone. “S’not like m’gonna die or somethin’, or that you’ll never see me again.” Simon grumbled and tightened his hand around your waist, accommodating your wobbly body, guiding you.

Simon wished he could take your hands and sway around with you, let both of you move into a sweet dance, with the stars praising you. A performance for the cosmos. He wished he could hold you when you throw yourself over him, to let you never escape his embrace. Lovers forever tangled.

He wished.

He wondered what something like that even would look like. His dad never danced with his mother. He remembers his mother looking at him, holding in her tears and forcing a smile. “I promise your dad loves me, just as much as I love him. He's just… exhausted nowadays.” He wished his mother didn’t consider him a naive — a child.

Simon doesn’t think he was ever a child. A child is innocent, his very first cry was a sin.

“Simon?” Your voice snapped him out of the reminiscence he was trapped in. He let out a soft grunt, urging you to continue.

“Have you… Have you ever seen a ghost?” You burst into laughter at your own poor attempt at the joke, a rapid change of emotion, though in your defence, it’s definitely very funny. Your free hand tried to wipe the tears as you continued laughing, and Simon swore that this was truly the angels’ hymn eliciting from your mouth.

“Do I count?” He grinned behind his mask, the side of his eyes crinkling a bit. You quickly shook your head and stared at him with determined eyes, fully set on your question. “In that case, no. I don’t think I’ve ever seen one, love. But if I do, I’ll make sure to tell ‘em you said hello.”

If it was someone else like Kyle or Johnny who would be laughing about this joke, Simon was sure that he would have said something snarky or just straight up ignored them. But not with you, never with you.

“You’re the best.” You beamed, his heart squeezed painfully.

“We’re almost there.”

Upon arriving at your apartment complex, he dropped you off outside your apartment’s front door, the only thing in mind being to flee quickly so your sweet smile doesn’t taunt him anymore. Though he simply couldn’t, your fingers not letting go off his forearm at all. Too exhausted to figure out if it was intentional or not, he sighed under his breath and turned over to face you, brown eyes having a slight shine in them due to the hallway’s light.

“C’mon, you gotta go in and rest.” He couldn’t figure out why his breathing was falling short. Was it the alcohol? He barely drank anything.

You, on the other hand, tried your best to not look up at him and meet his eyes, knowing that it would shut you up. Like the intimidating gaze of a god, a warrior. You had to speak your mind, had to know about something, to ease the storm in your head.

“Are you getting bored of me?” These words slipped out of your lips as a meek whisper, forbidden.

It was a sickening feeling that ensued within Simon after that, as if something was grabbing his heart and trying to rip it out of his chest. Inhale, exhale. He didn’t know what exactly horrified him. Probably the fact that he knew what had caused you to think like that. The perfume.

O Angel, let me carve my heart out with a knife and hand it to you as an offering — apology. So may your hands embrace it and take me home, with thee. So may your fingers caress my cheek once again, and let my blood paint my skin.

“No.” He was embarrassingly quick to reply, fingers curling up into fists by his sides as he inhaled sharply. How could he put such thoughts into your head? How could I? Only a devil, the most evil being, could commit such atrocity.

You paused at his words, not knowing what else to say. No? Then why was that perfume there? You didn’t want him to think you were dumb enough to not notice that. “You’re lying…” Your voice cracked, and it was no longer the alcohol playing you like a puppet. It was you now. You felt like your own marionette. Stop speaking, fucking stop. “I am not dumb, Si. I saw that p-perfume on your couch the other day. Is that why you got mad at me?” God, stop talking please. “You could have just… said that you prefer other girls. Am I… Am I making a fucking fool out of myself here?” It terrified you, your own emotions terrified you. Your voice was rising just a bit, and all your feelings had their hands wrapped around your throat. Controlling you. You didn’t want to speak, didn’t want to say it out loud. You weren’t used to being so open about your mind, and now you felt like nothing but a cat shivering under the rain — alone and abandoned. Vulnerable, naked.

Maybe you and Simon weren’t so different after all. Vulnerability — just why did it terrify humans? Were the angels and the gods just as opposed to vulnerability?

“Oh, l-” Love. It almost slipped off his tongue, and he didn’t know if you even wanted him to call you that right now. The thought alone made him shudder uncomfortably. He didn’t know what to do — stuck in between two roads. Should he lie? Or tell you the truth? — That it was just one time, a drunken act that is nothing but lamentable to him.

Why were you both even acting like an actual couple right now?

He swallowed the lump that threatened to torture his throat, exhaling softly. “I was drunk, and it happened. She probably left her perfume accidentally.” He spilled the truth out. Just the way a mature person would. Don’t be fucking daft, Riley. His eyes assessed the subtle twitch of your brows at that, your lips quivering. He wished he could just lean in and kiss all the tears away, despite them not having landed on your cheeks. Hopefully they won’t.

“Oh…” Your response was too short, unsure and reluctant. It made Simon feel as if he had sinned once again, chains threatening to drag him into the darkest depths of Hell. Home — the one he was familiar with.

You swallowed nervously and looked down at your feet, your hand long having stopped holding his arm. Instead, your fingers were fiddling with one another anxiously. Why did you feel as if you were betrayed? A desperate cry for love, you wished you could say it to him. To his face, sob and scream about what you felt. He was the only one who understood, who was willing to understand. He was the only one who ever was, and who ever will be.

The agreement. It was no longer just fucking, it never was. Not since the day you saw him with Kyle, not since the day he talked with you after Kyle gestured at you. Never. Could he also see it all the way you did?

Your silence was a clear indicator of the fact that you were lost in your thoughts now. Simon’s eyes softened up, and before he could think rationally, his body reacted on its own and embraced you tightly against his chest, strong arms wrapping around you protectively.

“Fuck…” He cussed under his breath, despising how his voice was thickening up with emotion. He hugged you like an old dog messily giving affection to its owner. My angel, my angel. I sinned, I have sinned. I am sorry.

He pulled you impossibly close, as if wanting to mold his body into yours, to become one. He could be with you forever in that way, to be your breathing and you his heartbeat.

You didn’t even feel confused at his rapid action at all. Just broken, so broken. He was the hammer that had finally hit the dam, and broke it. “W-Why?” Your voice wavered and mixed into a sob, your hands tightened holding onto him, fingers threatening to dig deeper as you let your head rest against him, tears tickling your skin. “I am so tired… So tired, Si. I hate you…”

“Do you want me to leave?” His hold tightened despite his words.

“No.” Your words came out a bit more forcefully than you had intended, too anxious to let him go. You felt his right hand leaving your back, a soft whimper leaving your lips once you felt his lips, bare and real, pressing a soft kiss on the top of your head, soon realising that he had taken his mask off. Too shy and messy in tears, you made no effort to look up at him and instead continued to cry, emotions desperate to keep pouring out and leave the imprisonment of your body. His hand continued to rub the back of your head while his other held your lower back, both of you unknowingly taking a few steps back and forth together, unable to stay still. It was as if you both were dancing slowly, like lovers.

“Alright. Hand me the keys, love.” You tentatively grabbed your keys from where you had kept it and handed it to him, your hands quickly latching onto him again. He carefully unlocked the front door of your apartment and led you inside, being extra cautious so he doesn’t accidentally step onto your feet. Closing the door by kicking it gently with one leg, he gently guided you towards the living room, easing you down onto the couch.

“Do you remember that creepy guy that came into the cafe?” Your voice was still shaky from crying, eyes all glossy as you finally looked at him, heart skipping a beat. Despite already having seen his face the last time, you still weren't used to it. Were you blessed?

He silently nodded and took a seat beside you, his arms leaving your sides so his large hands could cradle your face, thumbs tenderly wiping the drying up tears away while you talked, eyes looking everywhere but at him due to the sudden proximity. He didn't mind it at all, simply adored your sudden sheepishness.

“I still get scared at the thought of him… I don't want anyone like that to visit the cafe again. I-I don't think I can handle it.” Your voice gradually got quieter by the end, nibbling on your bottom lip. Oh, dear. Simon hadn’t told you that he had already beat that creep up. Now he somewhat wished that he had killed him instead. Surely Price would back him up if he made up some reason, yeah?

Your shoulders visibly eased up at that, your mind clearing a bit. Probably sobering up? You were sure that you weren't going to pick up a bottle of alcohol after this. Leaning into him, you decided to rest your head on his chest and listen to his heartbeat. Expecting a soft, calm rhythm — you were instead met with a fast thump, your brows furrowing though you decided not to comment on it.

“He wouldn't. No one will ever treat you like that again, love.” As long as I am here. Possessive yet guilty. He was vaguely promising to be by your side while always avoiding you, protecting you from himself. From the ugliness within him. No angel must spare a glance at a stray, especially not one used to violence.

His hands were playing with the fabric of your shirt now, mindlessly toying with it, feeling the texture under his skin as he gently tugged onto it. It felt oddly comforting, both of you not mentioning what happened outside the apartment a few minutes ago.

You looked up at him again, your eyes falling onto his lips this time. A bit chapped with a small scar adorning the side of his upper lip. You couldn't help but smile at the sight, leaning forward to place a bashful kiss on top of it. Simon let out a soft grumble at that, tilting his head to the side so he could kiss your lips properly, eyes fluttering shut alongside yours. He could taste some hints of your salty tears, his hands holding your waist while your hands held the back of his neck, letting his lips devour yours.

He held onto you gently, not wanting to be tight despite every fiber within him wanting to hold you fully against him once more, like a hound too eager to please.

Once he pulled away from the kiss, his heart skipped at the sight of your lips being all glossy. Ethereal. Your lips twitched into a giddy smile, and he could swear that he felt the heat radiating off you once it crept up onto your face. It felt soft, everything felt too soft and warm. The gentleness threatened to suffocate him once more, a mocking reminder of him being undeserving of such tranquility. He was supposed to be wed to the war, to violence. To the bloodshed that haunted his dreams. Not whatever this was.

But he refused to get up, not wanting to see any more of your tears. “We have to get you to bed. You need sleep.” He spoke quietly, a soft sigh leaving his lips once he felt your forehead pressing against his, letting you lean into him.

“Will you join me?” You normally would have never asked something like that, but the way he was holding you almost made you believe that he was willing to warm up a bit more with you.

Simon frowned at that, pulling his head back slightly. “We can't, you're drunk.”

Realising that he misunderstood you, blood rushed to your cheeks and you looked away in embarrassment, your voice getting timid. “No… I meant sleeping together. Nothing else.”

He paused, eyes softening up as the implication dawned on him. Sleeping together. Innocently domestic — something you both had never touched. He wanted to reject, to say that it’d be better for him to just leave. That could have been the better option anyways. Though he couldn't bring himself to refuse you, too enamoured, as if trapped in some spell by you.

“Fine.” He clicked his tongue in a poor attempt to appear reluctant, masking his inner eagerness. Helping you off the couch, he led you towards the bathroom first, opening the tap. “Let's wash your face first, yeah?”

He did everything — getting you in comfortable pajamas once he finished helping you clean up, even helping you in preparing the bed. Everything. It made you feel as if you were cared for, as if he was the warmth you had ached for throughout your life. The felicity had long spreaded within you once you laid down on bed, watching him lay down beside you.

He was tense, visibly so. You tentatively scooted towards him, a hand reaching out to settle onto his chest, to feel his heartbeat once again. Maybe in this way, you could sync your heart with his, build your own little bubble. Or was that too much to hope for?

“Thank you…” It just slipped out of your mouth like a soft prayer — a hidden whisper to be close to him so more.

“S'nothing.” His eyes looked over at you, taking in the contentment etched onto your face. He wanted to wrap his arms around you and hold you against him, to let you melt in his embrace while you slept. No. That's too much, that's crossing a line. A line made up in his head.

You're building your own grave, Simon. He despised his own mind for mocking him like this, for littering his head with unwanted thoughts. Just one night.

“Sleep now, love.” He whispered quietly, watching you reach over to turn the lamp off. You shuffled besides him again, letting the blanket cover you up.

Simon doesn’t remember the last time he had slept so nicely, your soft breathing his lullaby.

Upon waking up alone on your bed, a heavy feeling of dread settled on you alongside a throbbint headache. Had he left? Wasn't it just getting better?

Holding your heart together from cracking it with every strength you had, you tried to take a few deep breaths. Don’t panic, don't-

The sudden clinking sound from outside your bedroom made you jolt, and only now could you notice the pleasant aroma of something cooking. Sheepishly, you slid off the bed and tiptoed over to the door, poking your head out to look around. Able to make out some of Simon's figure through the open door of the kitchen, relief flooded deep within you. He's here.

“Good morning, Si…” You greeted him once you entered the kitchen, standing besides him, rubbing the weariness off your eyes. He gave a soft grunt of acknowledgement, focusing on cooking some breakfast.

“Your whole kitchen needs some restocking.” He mumbled, sparing a small glance over at you. You stayed quiet, a bit embarrassed by his observance. You were planning on restocking it soon, anyways.

The morning went by like a pleasant breeze, your mood ever so joyous today. You felt light, as if floating on the clouds and reaching the stars, as if becoming one of them, alongside Simon. He hadn't mentioned much about last night at all, even gave you some pills and an offer for a head massage. You had declined it, mostly because you didn't want to show how greatly affected you were by the subtle signs of care laced in his actions, despite it being already evident all over you.

You didn't know what had driven you to act in the way you did in the afternoon. Maybe you shouldn't have opened your mouth, just kept it shut and complied.

“Si, I um… I want to talk to you about something.” You paused the monotonous movie literally none of you were actually focusing on, turning over the couch to face him, your fingers tightly curled on your lap, digging into your flesh.

Maybe it was just your heart acting out, feeling as if things had changed. Foolishly clinging onto the thin strong of hope, never learning. Never learning that touching stray dogs was bad, they had fleas. Fleas that had already infected you, threatening to devour you.

“I think… Uh- I was wondering- I just-” Fumbling over your words, all you could hear was the loud beating of your own heart, each nerve of yours set on fire. Anxious, too anxious. You wanted to throw up. “I wanted to tell you that I really… like you, and-” Your words drowned into heavy silence once you took note of just how silent Simon was, how he was frowning.

A fool. A fool who dreamt too much, who was too lost amidst the heavenly clouds of tranquility. A fool who did everything to avoid reality — that's what you felt like.

“No.” His reply was rather abrupt, clear. The subtle smile on your lips fell, and Simon wished to do nothing more than drown into a river. “You don't like me.”

“I-I do!” Unbelievable, did he not believe that you like him? Even love him.

“You shouldn't.” That came out more roughly than he had intended to, a little snarl escaping his throat. “We've already discussed it, this is nothing.’

You should have shut up at that, should have somehow sewed your lips together and quieted down. You couldn't, instead growing more agitated, more on edge. “You can't say that, Si! D-Don't you see whatever it is that we're doing?” You whimpered in exasperation, trying to keep your voice from trembling, miserably failing. “I care for you! I do, and you care for me too. I can see it…” Vision progressively growing blurrier with incoming tears, you looked away and tried to ignore the sting in your eyes, your breath shuddering. Fuck, fuck, fuck.

Simon was at a loss of words himself, his heart aching to kiss your tears away and plead for forgiveness. He was a cruel, cruel man. Cruel for being so terrified, cruel for being so persistent.

O Angel, forgive me for I can't let you love me, for light should never kiss the shadow.

“You shouldn't…” He repeated his words again, his voice quieter, weaker. A plea, a request. You shook your head, a sob erupting from your throat as you tried to reach out for him.

He pulled away just as quick, your hand never meeting his. An ocean that could never touch the moon, a man that could never touch a star.

“I need to leave.” Hastily he turned around and walked out of your apartment, leaving you speechless, hand still shamefully held out. Frozen and alone, unloved.

Simon Riley was a coward.

Simon had lost count of how many bottles he had drank by now. Feeling horribly, horribly similar to his father. A drunkard, disgusting. He thought the alcohol could wash his emotions away, drown them hopefully — all it did was make him even more vulnerable, his glossy eyes staring off at a distance.

Weak. Ironically enough, this brute was nothing but weak. Everyone should be laughing at him, you should be laughing at him. Laugh at him for not knowing how to love properly, for being so quick to run away.

His thoughts were interrupted by the sound of his phone ringing, making him click his tongue in irritation that soon melted away once he noticed the caller ID.

Price.

He picked it up and listened to his captain's words, each syllable both a stab and a blessing.

A deployment again, finally.

notes — i apologise for uploading it after A WHOLE MONTH. blaming it on the writerphew, a deployment! this could mean many things. also a heads up that either chapter 6 or chapter 7 will be the last one (made some changes to my plan!)

[redr0sewrites]

having some dan heng thoughts........

he doesnt go into rut or anything, but he has a reeeeally high sex drive and hes good at hiding it. so if youre having a convo or chatting with someone hes gonna act all composed but the moment youre alone he'll cram his cock(s) into your hole(s) and plow you like theres no tomorrow. BONUS POINTS IF HES WHINIER THAN USUAL!!!

- liz (ive been holding onto this because i thought im sending too many requests HELP)

AAA LIZ!!!! THERE IS NO SUCH THING AS SENDING IN TOO MANY REQS PLS SEND MORE I NEED MORE HSR REQS!!! <3 dan heng is sooo delicious

🥀CW: smut, ehibitionism, switch/soft dom dan heng, imbibitor lunae!dan heng, marking, dirty talk, overall filth

🥀 minors dni

dan hengs tail swung sharply through the air, the only giveaway in his usually stoic demeanor. his horns glowed faintly as he stared down the person talking to you both. while others may have seen him as calm, you knew exactly what your boyfriend wanted.

you politely excused the both of you, and began to walk away, farther down the street with dan heng right at your heels. the minute you both turned the corner, he harshly grabbed you and practically dragged you to the nearest alleyway. it had been far too long since he had touched you, and his dragonic instincts had already taken over. he had barely managed to contain his lust when talking to that stranger, and now here you both were, alone, with one idea in mind.

"off. now." dan heng tugged at your clothes, pulling your shirt down from your shoulder to reveal your skin. he immediately began to press hot, messy kisses to your neck, ghosting his teeth over your collarbone to your shoulder. your breath hitched, and he bit down hard.

"slow down dumbass" you mumbled, trying to pull away so you could continue removing your shirt. dan heng whined in response and the both of you seperated long enough to remove your clothes before he practically pounced on you, shoving you against the wall and picking you up.

"i need you... need you so bad..." dan heng was muttering as he began to press sloppy kisses to your neck and shoulders, grinding against you fervently. suddenly he pulled away a little, aligning himself with your weeping hole.

you moaned, feeling him rubbing against your entrance. dan heng groaned in response, kissing you roughly and nipping at your lower lip. suddenly, he pushed into you, the both of you moaning in pleasure as he filled you.

"aeons, your so tight- its like your hole was made for my cock, augh~ made for me-" dan heng bit down on your shoulder so hard you were sure he drew blood, and you let out a wanton moan as his hips snapped against yours.

a small bulge formed in your stomach with each harsh thrust, you dragged his hand down to press on it. dan heng moaned as he felt the small bump grow with each thrust.

"mm~ taking me so well, need you so bad-" he was cut short by another loud moan, his hole body trembling in pleasure. the both of you were nearing your orgasms, and the pleasure was overwhelming.

"please- please i'm so close" he gasped, the sound of skin slapping against skin and loud moaning made it incredibly obvious what you both were doing, yet you couldn't find the energy to care.

"me too- ngh~ cum inside, please-" at your words, dan heng seemed to grow feral. his tail moved to wrap tightly around your thigh, and he slammed deeper into you as your hips stuttered to keep up.

"o-oh, aeons~" dan heng let out a needy sob, and at the same time the coil in your stomach snapped as your release tumbled through you. dan heng gave a few more needy thrusts, prolonging both of your highs as you both took shaky breaths.

dan heng pulled out of you slowly, a ring of sticky release coated the base of his cock. the both of you were soaked in your own release, and dan heng pressed a soft kiss to the skin on your neck he had previously marked. you sigh contentedly, pulling away to look at how ruined you both looked.

"wanna go home and continue this?"

bro i feel like this sucks im so sorry😭 i am actually so tired im still getting over being sick so it took me a while to get to this request again IM SO SORRYYYYY BUT FEEL FREE TO SEND IN MORE REQS LIZ!!!!!! I LOVE UR REQS!!!!!!!

[sanyu-thewitch05]

Yandere Prince x Witch! Reader

TW: Drugging (Love Potion), dubcon

Wanna buy me a coffee?: ☕

Once upon a time, in a land full of magic, a witch is in her tower stirring liquid in her cauldron.

"Ok, my seafood boil should be ready," You say, wiping the sweat off your head.

Your phone rings from the counter, and zap it so it answers the call.

"Y/N, we've gotta go to this ball!" Your friend, Ella, full name Eleanor Charming, exclaims, making you roll your eyes.

"Ella, just because your family has extreme luck finding love at balls, doesn't mean I will. Besides, I like living in the woods. The princess with powers and Eduardo are good friends. I babysit their kids sometimes, real firecrackers," You respond, tying your hair up. "Now, if you excuse me, I have crab legs to eat."

"Too late, I already magiced up a dress for you!" Ella exclaims, appearing behind you. "Boom!" 

White light hits you, and suddenly, your comfy purple pajamas are replaced with a long, purple ball gown with black lace covering the front. You have long, black latex gloves and thigh-high high-heel shoes swirling around your legs made from crystal. Your hair is in a bun and is held by an ornament resembling thorns. 

"You really chose a look that says I'm from the Woods, huh?" You question, walking to Ella. 

"Yes, I did. Now, come on, we're about to be late!" Ella giggles, grabbing your hand and running to the black Mercedes outside your castle. "I modified the animal into carriage spell into something more modern."

You buckle your seatbelt, and Ella speeds off to the prince's castle. As you wait in the line of limos, you redo your lipgloss and spritz a bit of perfume to get the crab smell of your skin. 

"It's our turn, get ready!" Ella squeals, giving the car to the valet.

"Princess Ella Charming and her friend, Lady Y/N L/N!" The announcer yells as the two of you walk into the ball.

"Wow, this place is bright," You comment, looking at all the jewels, lights, and glamor.

"I know, right? It's so we can glimmer as we dance," Ella exclaims, dancing away with a man.

"Well, I've been left alone," You grumble, grabbing a glass of wine and walking to the hallway.

While exploring the castle, you find a path leading to the royal garden. You see a handsome man with blonde hair, tan skin, and greenish-blue eyes crying near a large fountain with a mermaid spitting water. You realize it's Prince Henry's younger brother, Prince Helio.

"Henry...why did you have to go?" He cries, making you feel sorry for him.

"Uh, hi! Sorry to interrupt your crying session, but would you mind me asking what's wrong?" You ask, revealing yourself. 

"Oh, sorry. I'm supposed to be out there finding a queen to rule with, but I'm out here crying over my brother. Henry was such a good older brother to me. He helped me with studies and sword training, but then he went into those woods and never came back. Now, here I am about to be king alone with only my mom and dad as family," The young man weeps, wiping tears from his face.

You knew what happened to the former Prince Henry. Everyone in the Woods did. But, it's things like this that are the reason people like you live in the Woods.

"I'm sure your brother misses you dearly. Even if he can't come back, I'm sure he'd want you to be a good king to your people," You comfort him, handing him your glass of wine. "Besides, it's your party. Wouldn't exactly want to let everyone down, would you?" 

"You're right. I, Prince Helia, shall make this the best pre-engagement party in this kingdom. Now, do you desire another drink, love?" 

"Yes, and just so you don't have to keep calling me love, my name is Y/N L/N."

Prince Helia leaves to get a cup of wine for you, and he pulls out a pink vial from his cape and pours it into your wine. He shakes the cup a little and lets the potion settle into the wine. He smiles lustfully, knowing he'll have the eternal love, the fairy tale ending he always wished for.

"Here's your class of wine, princess," Helia says, passing you the drink while he secretly pours the rest of the vial into his wine. "To happy endings!"

"To the Woods!" You proclaim, wrapping your arm around his to do your toast.

"To love!" You and Heli exclaim, drinking the wine.

When the wine travels down your throat, the potion takes effect immediately. You feel dizzy, and your wine falls to the ground. You fall, and Helia catches you.  

"My love, are you ok?" Prince Helia asks, holding you in his arms as he feels his heart beating. 

"Helia~" You moan, sitting up and leaning in to kiss him.

You kiss Helia, and it's like you both have lost control of your body and emotions. The kiss feels so good, you could've sworn you are in heaven. His hands roam your body as your tongues intertwine. Spit comes out of both of yours and Helia's mouths, and his short blonde hair ruffled as your hands run through it.

"I love you. I love you. I love you!" Helia chants, his kisses trailing down your neck. 

"Ah-ah~" You moan, sticking your neck out as leaves his mark.

Helia undoes your corset, and he throws it to the side. Your dress falls to your waist, leaving your breasts bare for him to see. You quickly shimmy off the rest of the dress and kiss Helia again.

"You look absolutely gorgeous, darling," Helia compliments, his eyes full of lust and love. "I need to worship your body. Come here and let your prince worship every inch and imperfection of your body and soul."

"Yes, my love," You reply, straddling Helia.

Your beloved prince traces every part of your body with his hand and circles the beauty, birth, and stretch marks. He kisses your clavicle, breasts, armpits, every body part on the way down to your pussy. When he finally reaches your clothed sex, Helia kisses it. 

"Helia, I'm-"

"A virgin? I know. But that doesn't matter because I would've loved you even if you weren't. I love everything about you. Your stretch marks, your body hair, even your scars."

Helia gently takes off your underwear and spreads your legs. He deeply kisses the entrance of your pussy, and he inhales the scent of it. His tongue enters your vagina, and your body can't help but react. Your back arches and your hands grip the stone steps. As Helia eats you out, your hips buck into his face. Helia speeds up his licking, and you suddenly start to feel weird.

"Helia, I feel strange!" You moan, sitting up.

"It's ok, my love, embrace that feeling," Helia replies, giving one last kiss to your pussy and kissing your inner thighs as you cum.

Helia begins to strip, and his clothes go flying off. His six-inch cock drips with precum, and you instantly want it in you.

"I'll be gentle. I know it's your first time. God, I can't wait to make love to you and give our kingdom an heir," Helia says, crawling towards you and lining up with your entrance.

You lift your legs to give him room, and he holds your hands. You wrap your legs around his waist, and he kisses you deeply. 

"I'm going to enter you. Tell me if there's any pain," Helia states, slowly inserting his dick in you.

You twitch in pain, and Helia's hands are on your face. He kisses you again, and you kiss him in return.

"I'm ready, Helia," You say, looking at his beautiful green eyes. "I'm ready for you."

Helia thrusts slowly, panting and moaning as if your body is sweet nectar. His steady rhythm of thrusting sends your body into ecstasy.

"Mm~ Helia," You moan, feeling Helia's cock move in your pussy and kisses on your neck.

"Are you enjoying me, my love?" Helia questions, speeding up the rhythm of his thrusts.

"Yes! Yes!" You exclaim, loving your high.

Your toes begin to twitch, and hearts appear in your and Helia's eyes. Helia's thrusts speed up, as do his kisses. Love bites cover your neck as Helia reaches his orgasm.

"I-I love you, my-my princess! I love you!" Helia stammers, climaxing and cumming into your pussy. His legs twitch as he orgasms.

"Oh-oo-ah-Helia!" You scream, your toes curling from the release and your pussy tightening around Helia's dick.

Helia kisses you, tears flowing from his eyes as he rides out his climax. When he's done, his sweaty body rests on yours.

"I love you. I-I love you so much, Y/N. I want to be with you forever. I need you," Helia rambles, resting his head on your chest.

"I know, my prince. I know," You pant, rubbing Helia's head.

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After your passionate session with Prince Helia, your prince covers both of you with his cape. He's been kissing your skin since fucking you, holding you in his arms as if you would go away.

"I'll announce our engagement tomorrow, and we'll be married next week," Helia says, kissing your hand, knuckles, and fingers.

You fall asleep in your prince's arms, and he kisses you goodnight. 

"Goodnight, my darling."

[grimesgirll]

going horseback riding with rick has to be one of your favorite pastimes.

sometimes you ride side by side, other times you’re wrapping your arms around him and gallivanting through the woods on one of the horses your group had rescued.

with gas becoming more valuable than gold, your community opted to hop on the saddle to hoof it wherever needed when possible. you got a bit more up close and personal with walkers but you didn’t mind; they could be outran. that time out on those makeshift trails with rick is paramount to you however.

rick grimes is a busy man, so having an intimate trail ride with him is everything to you. time to talk, have your arms around him and a perfectly legitimate excuse.

and rick didn’t mind at all. not when the two of you typically wrapped up at the stables with your back flush against the outside of the stall, lips landing frenzied marks all over you.

“noticed your hands on my waist as we were ridin’,” rick admits. “you couldn’t handle yourself enough to wait?”

“not around you.” you reply playfully, tugging at his bronzed curls. “you’re like a living, breathing fantasy.”

rick pulls back from the kiss and you think you’re being too mushy but the pressure of his horsecock on your thigh puts your mind at rest.

“what was so fantastic about it?” the sable haired man asks, hands resting on your waist.

“you as a sheriff - on a horse.” you answer, barely containing your blush but it’s not like he holds back his smirk.

“really?”

“mhmmm,” you confirm. you cock your head to the side, exposing your neck slightly. “did you ever have to ride a horse as a sheriff? like for your job?” you inquire curiously.

“only a few times and it was really pageanty,” he remarks with a twang that has you melting into his embrace as he sears kisses onto your shoulder. “these rides are a lot better. help me clear my head,” he mumbles against your skin.

“you help me clear my head.” you think out loud. you don’t have the room to be ashamed because rick is right there and he’s in the same boat.

“happy to be help, ma’am.”

“you know,” you muse, your turn to smirk. “i feel like its only chivalrous, only right for a sheriff to help a damsel in distress.”

rick laughs. “and you’re a damsel?”

“definitely in need of some serious help,” you emphasize with a roll of your needy hips. the predictable dampness of your underwear only grows as he strains against you.

“and what is it that you need, damsel?”

“i want you to bend me over that hay bale,” you request with doe eyes between breathy moans.

the sheriff snickers. “you like the idea of gettin’ fucked in a barn?” the sunlight turns his dark locks copper and you’re hanging on to his every word as you stay locked in his deep blue gaze. “wanna get fucked like an animal down in the hay?”

you nod excitedly and the two of you are scrambling towards the more secluded section of the barn. rick tackles you onto the bundle, nearly ripping your pants on their way down your thighs.

before you know it, his brown jacket is slung off and he’s clutching you close to him, lifting your hips to place the garment beneath you. he takes advantage of the proximity to plant a hand on your thigh. sandwiched between rick and the hay bale, you’re surprised by how easily he drags your panties down.

rick has to hold back from whistling at the sight of your sopping cunt.

“have i got you worked up, sweetheart?”

you’re whining in response, looking back to meet his fascinated stare. “why wouldn’t you get me all worked up? you know i love a cowboy.”

“really? too bad i don’t have a hat.”

“maybe we’ll have to find you one,” you jest before the man hovers above you to lock lips.

a hand palms the small of your back while another snakes around to the weeping bundle of nerves beneath you. his fingers finding your clit is all you need to be begging for him to fuck you into this hay bale.

rick doesn’t waste any time; he’s rolling his pants down and teasing your entrance with the thick head of his cock. you don’t have the chance to register that his belt is down before you’re thrusted forward, palms sinking into the hay.

the first inch has you clawing, grasping at the bedding and feed you lay atop of as rick eases himself into your snug entrance. allowing you a moment to adjust, he unbuttons your sturdy top to reveal the square neck tank top underneath. with a slow push of his hips, your button up falls to the side of the bale.

rick distracts you from his horsecock plunging further into your when he rolls a nipple beneath his sturdy fingers. you’re puffing your cheeks at the sensation, and rotating your pelvis in full circles when he seizes your breast in his hand, squeezing as he stuffs you full of him.

the impact of his heavy balls swinging against you from behind has you arching your back and babbling as your cowboy effectively clears your head. faced forward, you wonder how the fuck he’s angling his thrusts to tease you so deliciously, inside and out.

“how’s that feel, honey?” he asks, checking in as you respirate like a winded smoker under him.

face scrunching from how you full you’re feeling, you hum. “better than on the bed,” you crow in the fuckdrunk tone you’re only slipping into to with rick around.

“fantasy over comfort, huh?” your leader teases with an especially filling thrust.

“rick!”

“how many times do you think i can make you come on this hay bale?”

“at least…fuck,” you pant.

“that’s not a number, sweetheart.”

you help when you feel a blush staining sting on your rear.

“how many times do you wanna come on this hay bale, honey?”

you whine. “i think i can handle two.”

“i didn’t ask how many you can handle,” rick points out with a snap into you. “now, how many times do you want to come, baby?”

with rick bestowing purple, puckered kisses onto the nape of your neck and kneading the flesh of your hip deliciously, you’d let him overload you all afternoon. you know he wants a number though, so you manage a, “three,” and allow him to tighten his grip into your sides, grazing your g-spot when he surges into you again.

then he’s agreeing, slamming his hips flush with your ass and muttering, something about the best things coming in threes?

[fancyfeathers]

Rain and Dirt (Yandere Rex Lapis/Zhongli x Goddesses!Reader) Chapter One, Rite of Descension Sequel to The Moon Will Sing and Time Alone Summary: Stories are told of Rex Lapis the God of Contracts and his darling the Goddess of the Moonlight, but what people do not know is the truth of what their relationship really is. People think at Rex Lapis’s death that his wife would be the first to weep, but what if she is the first to smile.

You were allowed to be on your own during the Rite of Descension festivities, with the condition that you would be in Yujing Terrace during the event proper. Your husband had you dressed up this morning before he left, the dress was all too familiar to you, it was the same dress you were wearing when you were taken by him thousands of years ago, he kept it, and perhaps had someone restore it, Cloud Retainer perhaps. The dress was practically the same except there were skin tight sleeves added underneath the billowing sleeves of the dress. They were there to cover the markings on your body, a gift from your husband that matched him and that bound you to him, like those physical chains did all those centuries ago.

“You look as beautiful as you did all those centuries ago, my pearl.” Your husband spoke, but you can’t respond due to a brush running over your lips as your husband applies your lipstick. 

“Thank you, but Zhongli, you know I am able to do my own makeup.” You said as Zhongli set the brush down and picked up a cloth to wipe the bits of lipstick from the corner of your mouth. He chuckled as he pushed the cloth against your skin.

“I know, I know my love, but it’s an important day and I want you to look perfect.” He set down the cloth and walked across the bedroom to the dresser, letting you look in the mirror and you did look beautiful, like the same you did all those years ago. You watched as Zhongli grabbed a box off the dresser and brought it over to you. He leaned over and kissed your forehead, while setting the box on your lap. “I have to leave now, I will see you soon. I love you so, my dear.”

“Goodbye Zhongli.”

You never said I love you back, because that would be lying…

You watched as Zhongli left the room, and you heard his footsteps going down the stairs, then the door opening and closing, but no lock. Looks like he kept his word, like he always did.

You look down at the box on your lap and reached down to the note on top of it.

This reminded me of the night we first met, I hope you like it.

Of course it wasn’t signed, it didn’t need to be. You pulled off the lid and you saw laying on velvet, a hair pin with glass glaze lilies being the statement piece of it. Seems like Zhongli wanted you to look perfect if you wanted to be in the harbor during the Rite of Descension.

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You walked the streets of Liyue, going from booth to booth, seeing for the first time how much the people of the city celebrated this occasion. Everything felt so alive to the time you would normally spend with the adepti around this time of year which was always so depressing and lonely. 

You stopped at the booth of a small jewelry business, you were surely not short of pocket change with who your husband was. You were looking through different necklaces and chatting with the shop owner when you heard a high pitched voice call out from behind you.

“Excuse me ma’am?”

“Hm?” You turned to see a small floating girl behind you and a blond woman who wore clothes that you did not quite recognize. “May I help you two?”

“Oh yes, we were wondering where the Rite of Descension was taking place, neither of us are from here and it’s our first time witnessing it.” The floating companion explains and you smile and nod.

“It’s my first time attending the Rite as well.” You laughed a bit nervously as you answered, which made them look disappointed. “Don’t worry though, I have resided in Liyue Harbor for quite some time, I can show you where it will take place and perhaps show you around the harbor.”

“Oh no, you don’t have to do all that, ma’am-“

“No, no, it’s not a problem whatsoever, I actually quite enjoy helping people, especially when it comes to helping the people of Liyue and travelers who wish to know more. Just let me finish up here.” You smile and turn back to the shopkeeper and make an exchange for a necklace and the mora you carry. You tuck the necklace in your bag before turning back to the traveler and her companion down the street.

“So what’s your deal, miss… actually I don’t think we ever got your name.” The floating companion spoke, making you realize you never introduced yourself.

“I am (Name), and honestly I just like to meet new people, I do not often get to discuss much with others besides my husband and a few old friends.”

“Oh so you’re not a miss at all but a missus since you’re a married woman.”

“That is correct, but you may just call me (Name), no formality needed.” You nodded and smiled as you spoke. “But what may I call you?”

“My name is Lumine and this is…” she gestured over to her floating companion with a playful smirk coming across her face. “Is my emergency food.”

“Paimon is not emergency food!” 

Both you and Lumine chuckled at that, look that cleared up the name problem. As you led the traveler and Paimon up the stairs, through Yujing Terrace Lumine finally asked you a question.

“(Name), do you know anything about Rex Lapis, apparently the people here quite adore him, what do you think of him?”

What do you think of him? How were you supposed to honestly answer that question, what I’m all of Teyvat would be your answer? Lie and make yourself look like another citizen of Liyue, or be honest and give this traveler a clear picture of who this land’s archon actually is. One felt wrong to you morally, the other could get you into quite a bit of trouble with your husband or even the people of Liyue if they heard you say such things about their beloved archon…

“I… I do not know if I am the right person to ask that question, but perhaps in due time I may be able to answer it.”

What else were you to say? The truth? Lies? Either way it felt you were trapped, at least this answer gave you time to think…

And thought you did…

You thought as you showed Lumine and Paimon where the Rite was taking place…

You thought as people made offerings to the Adepti and Rex Lapis…

You thought as Ninggaung started the proceedings…

But your mind went blank as you saw a draconic body fall to the ground with a crash. Everyone was in shock as the dust settled. You quickly realized that this was the draconic form of your husband, the one who had forced you to marry him, the one who tore you away from the Liyue you knew, and the one you thought about.

You could only watch as Lady Ninggaung approached the body and kneeled down next to it, looking it over. It felt like you could not breathe, like your heart had stopped when she finally stood up…

“Rex Lapis has been killed! Seal the exits!”

The panic of the crowd only covered up your shock and relief when you heard those words…

You were finally free…

After over two thousand years, you were free.

Chapter Two

[pocoyo-yo]

'𝟒𝐓𝐇 𝐁𝐀𝐁𝐘 𝐌𝐀𝐌𝐀'

SUMMARY: when toji anime concept art dropped millions of panties dropped around the globe

WARNINGS: smut, fem!bodied reader, slight daddy kink, praise kink, degradtion, breeding kink, slight breath play/slight choking, fingering, mating press (pos.), unprotected sex, creampie, slight lactation, mentions of preganacy, sorta.. kinda baby trapping, petnames (baby, ma, pretty girl, daddy) toji is a toxic, manipulitive baby daddy ngl

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BABY-DADDY TOJI who knows you can't live without him. who knows he's the only one who can keep you satisfied.

you complain about him and yet you let him in. everytime he uses the same excuse as to why he's there 'just wanna see the baby, nothing more'.

he finds himself playing with the one year old daughter you two shared, catching you giving him glances here or there. you may not have even known it yet, but he could tell you were needy. your breathing pattern, the fact you had your thighs pressed so tightly together, it was so obvious you wanted him to fuck another baby in to you.

"megumi 'nd tsumiki miss you," he tells you while playing patty-cake with his baby girl. it wasn't a lie either, the two did prefer you compared to toji's previous girlfriends (if you could call them that)— shit, tsumiki preferred you over her own mother. "they keep askin' about lyric.. they wanna spend time with their lil sister.."

you attempted to make a point, "they can see her when it's your days," you added. "but i do miss them too.. they're very sweet kids, nothin' like you."

toji scoffed, "yeah? but i still made megumi just like i made lyric.. they're somethin' like me, and besides,"

he held up lyric and placed her face next to his own.. a smug smirk on his scarred lips.

"doesn't she look just like daddy.."

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BABY-DADDY TOJI who sloppily makes-out with you on the couch after you put the baby for a nap. one hand squeezing your jaw and the other cupping your pussy while he thrusts two thick fingers inside of your weeping hole.

"talk to me, ma," his fingers curled, pressing firmly into that spongey spot within your walls while rubbing your clit with his thumb. "talk to me.." he huffed in between kisses.

your hips jumped as you rolled yourself on his fingers, trying to apply more pressure to that spot.

"feels s'good toj'.." you whimpered and dug your heels into his shoulder blades. he forced your face back from his, making sure you could lock eyes with him. those same emerald eyes your daughter had inherited.

"mhm i know, pretty girl," his strong hands squeezed your cheeks together, your lips were swollen from the kissing, and tears clung to your lashes. you were just too fuckin cute. "nobody can please this spoiled lil pussy like i can, yeah? .. not even you, ma.." he chuckled as your eyes flicked back in your head, his movements had become faster and his fingers pushed deeper than before.

your hips bucked erratically, trying to chase your approaching high. you babbled on moans as your arousal rolled down his knuckles. your pathetically wet pussy was all you could hear besides your own whimpers.

"nobody," you cried. "nobody but you daddy.."

you bit down on your bottom lip, trying to supress your moans and not wake the baby while you squirmed from the overwhelming pleasure.

"did ya miss me as much as i missed ya? fuck.. how bad was it─ not bein' able to make yourself cum like i do─ like daddy does?" he asked, groaning at the sight of your puffy pussy growing bruised from how hard he was fingering you.

"soo bad.. so so bad," you moaned, his grip on your face loosening. "you reach so fuckin' deep.. make me feel so good, toji.. missed you so much.."

your voice quivered, "toji.. i need it bad.."

"need what, ma?" he asked you.

"need," you sniffled. "need your dick, toj'.."

he scoffed, "i know but i gotta prep you," he chewed on his inner cheek as you slid your hand under your tanktop and began playing with your sensitive tits. "just cum on my fingers and i'll give it to you.. i know how needy you've been without me, ma. my poor baby's been sufferin without this dick, yeah?"

you whined, "that's it..?"

"that's it," he kissed your nose. "that's all daddy wants.."

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BABY-DADDY TOJI who has you so cock drunk that he had to cover your mouth 'cause at that point you didn't even consider the fact you'd wake the baby.

but he couldn't blame you.

it had been about five months since he fucked you and right now it seemed like, even with prep, he was splitting your lil cunt in two.

it was a sloppy mess down there, you had forgotten how many times you had creamed around his cock.. but it was enough that it made each thrust make a wet, gushy squech-like noise.

only he had you like this.. so pathetic and desperate for a man's dick.

but it wasn't just that alone, of course he was blessed with a big ass dick, but toji actually knew how to fuck. he knew where to touch, what to tease, how fast or how slow he should go to get the ideal reaction from you.

"so fuckin messy," he grinned, a thin layer of sweat coating his skin as his heavy balls slapped repeatedly against your ass. toji found himself slipping out of you and he rubbed the tip of his cock over your clit. ".. so fuckin sensitive.."

you whined and bucked your hips against him til he finally pushed his cock back into the warmth of your gummy walls.

"you love this dick don't you, ma?" toji grunted, pulling his hand down so that you could speak.

his tip kissed your cervix and you gasped, "love it so much, toji!"

"ya can't live without this dick, can ya? just gotta fuckin' have it like a lil addict," toji chuckles, his thrusts grew harsher and more precise by the second. "what? you addicted to this dick, baby?"

you sobbed, "m─ mhm!"

"at that point then," his hand snaked around your throat. your thighs were now pressed firmly against your leaking breasts.. your pussy spread open and getting fucked 'til it was turning red. "might as well call this my fuckin cunt.. 'cause you can't please it properly without me.." toji huffed, squeezing your throat just a bit.

"it's," you whimpered. "it's your cunt, toji.. only yours!"

you could feel yourself coming to another orgasm.. your entire body was feeling it─ feeling him. that was his effect. every nerve, fiber, and ounce of your being could feel him when he fucked you. shit, even when he wasn't fucking you. lyric was an perfect example of the fact that toji was never going to be out of your life for good.

"missed you so much.. oh m'gonna cum! m'gonna cum again toji.." you warned him, clawing at his chest as your tits bounced with the newfound speed of his thrusts.

"fuck, just wait a sec, ma.." he rasped.

"can't," you whined. "gotta cum now.. please!"

he squeezed your throat tightly and groaned, "listen to me," you gasped for air as tears rolled down your hot cheeks. "do ya love me, baby?"

you blinked tears away as air filled your lungs once again..

"y.. yes, I love you too much toji.." you admitted.

"love ya too, ma," he smirked. "let me cum inside this pussy, yeah? let me make sure every man who looks at you knows i've been inside this pretty pussy.."

you let out one final gasp as you gushed around toji's cock for maybe the fourth time already, and in response to your cunt spasming around him he buried his cock deep inside you, shuddering as he let his jaw hang low and thick ropes of cum painted your inner walls.

toji kissed your calves while kneading your bare tits as you tried to collect your thoughts.

but only one echoed throughout your mind

everything hurts.

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BABY-DADDY TOJI who laid next to you in your bed, letting you rest on his chest. his lips pressed into your forehead while holding you close, softened cock nestled in your walls.

"toji.." you mumbled, voice hoarse.

"yeah, ma?"

"i'm not on bc.." you confessed shyly.

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BABY-DADDY TOJI who fucks you to sleep raw after hearing those words, making sure he claimed you on on every surface of your apartment before your daughter finally sturrs awake. he mumbles something about you resting.. and that he'll take care of her til you wake.

that familiar smug look on his face as he watches globs of his cum drip from your hole.

he knows good and well that he finally had you.. he finally caught you with your gaurd down..

now you were for sure stuck with him 'cause after all that, baby number two was definitely guaranteed.

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[eddiemunsons-missingnipple]

Dad!Eddie x Mom!Reader

Summary: it's your daughter's first day of school and Eddie isn't taking it too well.

Warnings: none some suggestive themes. just a small little fic. This is complete and utter fluff. Dad!Eddie has been on my brain all weekend.

Not proofread

Walking through your home with a clothes hamper on your hip. Hunting down various articles of clothing thrown about from your hectic morning. The first day of school is always stressful, but it wasn't too bad with just your son attending now it's your daughter too.

Getting them all up and ready was more than enough stress for you to begin the day with. Your daughter, who is like her father in so many ways, is NOT a morning person. While your son is a very bright, early, and chipper in the morning. After getting them ready for school, allowing Eddie to be the one to send Lily off this time around. You had the pleasure of sending your son James off to his first day of school last year.

Making your way to your kids' shared bedroom, you hear small sniffles emerging from the cracked door. These weren't sniffles of two sad little kids who didn't get their way. These were sniffles of their sad father who is having a tough time letting go. Eddie was the soft parent in your household. Anytime his little ones so much as poked out their little bottom lip, he was putty in their hands. Now, here he was sitting against your daughters bed, hugging her bat squishmallow to his chest.

"Hey Ed, everything okay?" You asked, sitting the laundry basket down on the floor.

"She's not ready yet. she's too small." His voice muffled in her favorite plush toy. Eddie had a very close bond with both of his children. But when Lily was born, it was like this whole other side of him came out. He became more aware of the world around him. Knowing it was going to treat her differently than it would your son. He became way more sensitive and understanding of her feelings, even if it was a small inconvenience.

"Eddie, she's five. I think she's ready." You said, taking a seat next to him on the floor.

He looks up from the plush bat that had stains of various glitter nail polishes. His eyes were red and puffy. His lips chapped and nose slightly runny. He wasn't taking this milestone well at all. His partners in crime were not making a mess in the living room like they usually did. They weren't running around screaming for Daddy to come and play. The house was quiet, and it hasn't been like this in six years.

"Tell me why you think she's not ready. This isn't just because she's small."

His chin wobbles just a bit, and he shakes his head. Clearing his throat, and you can tell he's struggling to get himself together. Now that you think of it, he's probably been a mess since watching her walk off with her kindergarten teacher. You'd never think this intimidating looking metal head you'd met years would be weeping in a stuffed animal.

"B-because no one is gonna protect her, how I can."

"Whose gonna spray the toilet for monsters?" He said, and you couldn't help but smile a little.

"You know how much the sound of a toilet flushing scares her. Who is gonna help her?" His voice sounding more and more frustrated as he spoke. Your daughter did have a hard time going to the bathroom. Anytime she went, either you or Eddie had to be on standby at the door while she went. She hated loud noises. If those noises weren't from your husband's guitar, she hated them.

"She's gonna have a total meltdown."

"Well, if she has a meltdown, I'm sure the school will call us." You reassured him.

He's not listening at this point hes just coming up with excuses to keep them home. Eddie wasn't good with change at all. When your son started school, he called them every fifteen minutes to check on him. Every day, during their nap time, he would call and ask the teachers to check and see if he was still breathing. That's just how he was with them. If they were not in his care hes freaking out. Like he said, no one can protect them the way he can. You couldn't help but fall in love with him more after seeing the way he is with your kids. He's attentive, playful, and a little too overprotective. You can tell the relationship he has with them is something he longed for growing up.

"You should have seen her. She looked so cute." He spoke up, interrupting your train of thought.

"Her backpack is way too big for her it looks like a little turtleshell." He smiled fondly and rested his head on your shoulder. You move your hand up and rub the side of his face. He moves the plush toy away from his chest to hug you close.

"She's growing up, Ed."

He groans when you tell him that. You can tell he's been battling with that realization for a while now. Today is just a reminder and confirmation of that. She's growing up, and soon, she'll be on her own. "My little Lily pad is gonna be all grown up one day."

He hugs you tighter, and you can hear him choke up again. Pulling away to look at him, you kiss the tears that have escaped the corners of his eyes. He's a mess and probably won't be over it until she walks through that front door again.

"That won't be for a while. Ed, don't rush it." You said as you peppered kisses to his face.

"I'm just not ready for that day yet, baby."

"This house is so lonely already without them here." He says as he begins to stand up and pulls you up with him. He tosses his daughters toy on her bed and pulls you in for a tight hug. The way he's holding you feels like if he lets go, you'll be gone, too. Eddie has always been a clingy man. That's something you always found endearingly beautiful about him. Eddie is a wonderful man and an even more wonderful husband. Sometimes, you see him play with your children and think about how lucky you all are to have him in your lives. People are too quick to judge him based on his hobbies and aesthetics. Those people have no idea what kind of person they are missing out on knowing. He's always been a very kind and generous person. Now add two little squealing children yelling for him 24/7, and those qualities are amplified to one hundred.

"Come on, we have two hours left before they are home."

"Ooh, what exactly are we gonna do in these two hours?" He said, wiggling his eyebrows at you suggestively. You laugh at him and pull away, trying to pick up the clothes basket. He grabs you from behind and pulls you tight against him. "We gonna make another one?"

"Oh no no no we're not." You said giggling as he buried his face in your neck.

"Oh, come on, it's too quiet around here, and I'm sad." He said as he playfully pouts.

Wiggling around, you finally break free of his grasp. Both of you are running around the house, giggling. Eddie finally grabs a hold of you and throws you over his should heading to your shared bedroom. What was supposed to be an intimate afternoon with one another ended up being an afternoon nap for you both. Wrapped in eachothers arms, getting some much needed rest until your kids burst through the front door.

[scholastic-dragon]

Happy belated birthday! I was wondering if we could get some sexy times with bay Donnie 👀

We can absolutely get sexy times with Donnie

Bay!Donnie x Fem!reader

Donnie had a tendency to put work first sometimes. He never meant any harm to your or your relationship and he always made it up to you later.

But one day you were still feeling a bit butt hurt and petty over him spending all evening with his nose in his computer while you were over.

So it was almost too perfect that Baulders Gate 3 came out right when you needed an excuse.

Donnie came over after patrol to find you in your office playing the game. You smiled, gave him a quick kiss, and asked him about his day.

He got all giddy seeing you so excited to play his new favorite game and learn about his newest inventions.

He blabbered on as he went into the kitchen to get some coffee, coming back and sitting in his chair beside your desk.

But then he noticed how trained your eyes were to the screen. How you just nodded your head to the stuff he said.

He was butt hurt, but knew you'd get off the game soon and give him attention.

Surly you couldn't play for more than five minutes.

Well you could.

In fact you played for another hour without so much as a sideways glance at him.

With no more coffee an ache in his chest, and feeling sleep trying to over take him. He stood up, coming up behind you and rubbing your neck and shoulders.

You moaned happily but your eyes didn't leave the screen.

"Come to bed, love," Donnie mumbled into your skin.

"In just a few minutes, hun,"

He scoffed. Using his owns words against him. Well, he knew what to do now.

You moaned happily, but refused to acknowledge him, keeping your eyes on the game and your hands on the controls.

You weren't sure how his big ass (shell) fit under the desk but there he was. Pulling your computer chair back, slipping under and then pulling it back in place.

You raised a brow but let him continue, wanting to see where he would go with this.

Pulling down your pants and underwear, Donnie kissed up your thighs before diving into your folds with a newfound plan.

You heard his glasses and goggles clatter to the floor, his hands gripping your waist and pulling your hips forward so he had a better angle.

If you didn't know any better you'd say he was writing Latin on your clit. Up and down, back and forth, just enough firm pressure to keep building your orgasm.

As his tongue slipped past your clit to your weeping entrance, plunging inside with a loud moan, your hand left the game to grab his mask tails.

"Donnie," You moan, pausing and saving your game.

"Now you wanna pay attention to me?"

"You gotta be able to take it if you dish it," You sass, enjoying his growl.

He pushes your computer chair back, you yelp, watching with wide eyes as he stands to his full height.

He yanks you up, spins you around and pushes you to bend over the chair. Your knees dig into the leather seat and your elbows rest on the tall back.

"That may be the case, sweetheart," He mumbles, ripping off his suspends, and yanking his pants down. Kicking them away, he stand behind you, pressing his lips to the shell of your ear. "But can you take this?"

He pushes into you. Long and hot and perfect inside you. You're so wet, but he still wraps a hand around to rub your clit to help you take every slow inch of him.

He grabs a chunk of your hair, tilting your head back. "Answer me."

"I can take it," You moan, trying not to move your hips.

"Good girl," He slams his hips just enought that his thighs meet yours.

You both moan, your eyes rolling in the back of your head. His hips snap forward and back, your moans getting lost in the sound of slapping skin.

Releasing your hair, his hands grip your shoulders, keeping you firmly in place. Not that you wanted to go anywhere.

"DON-nie," your voice cracked and broke with moans, feeling your climax so close to breaking.

You're not sure how but his hips move faster, short quick thrusts that hit your cervix and make you scream and bite into the leather of your gaming chair.

"Cum," He grunts in your ear, leaning over your and taking your earlob between his teeth. "Cum with me,"

Drool spills past your lips, soaking the leather of the chair. Your back arches with a scream as your pussy clenched around him.

He moans, long and loud with you, pumping his hips deep in you. Donnie trembles as the last of his cum seeps out of your pussy, dripping down both your thighs.

Panting and breathing heavy, he leans down, kissing your spine and shoulders.

"Do you want to come to bed now?" He mumbles into your skin.

You laugh, looking at him over your shoulder. "I'd rather ignore you so I can get fucked like that again,"

You both chuckle, Donnie leans forward, still lodged inside you and kisses you soundly.

"I think something can be arranged," He smirks down at you, and it's then you realize he's still hard.

"Thank god I'm free tonight,"

Donnies eyes darken. "And have the whole weekend off,"

@thelaundrybitch @raphsmuneca @happymoonangel @m1dnyt3-w0lf @eveandtheturtles @kikithedreamerwriter @mysticboombox @sketchy-loo6195 @pheradream-15 @dilucsflame33

[erenspussy420]

Riddle with an S/O that cries during and after 💦💦

MDNI 18+ONLY

FEM reader insert!

this is for the anon who asked for Riddle with an S/O who cries during and after 💦

a/n: I hate the fact this was the one that gave me the most problems to write. GAHHH. Finally after 4 days of hard throwing cases I can finally raise my arms.

Riddle Rosehearts:

Light of my life! Heart of my soul! Ugh, there is no other character that I adore as much as Riddle! 

You squeeze your legs around his thighs, rocking and grinding down on him, soaking his thighs with your wetness. Your hands intertwined, behind his neck as he watches you use him to get yourself off. His palms feel so warm on your bare hips, they help guide you as you rocked back and forth on him. Riddle raises his leg for you, a whimper is his throat as you cry to him in thanks, eyes shut with tears forming. 

Grey-blue eyes wide, focused on the way you bite your lip trying desperately to keep the moans in as you grind on him for release, but the stimulation on your clit has you gasping. You have to be quiet else the dorm will hear you. As you kept yourself busy with his thighs, Riddle occupied himself with your tits. His hands work swiftly with ease, as he slips off your bra, releasing your tits for him to admire. Riddle's thumb rolled the hard bud, earning him a soft cry from you sending shivers down his spine. He leans closer to you, kissing the valley between your breasts, before his mouth closes over the harden nub and sucks it. Your hips stutter at this, hands grasping at his hair. "Mmhn, Riddle!"

He sucks at the bud eagerly, tongue swirling, scraping his teeth against it softly. With a soft 'pop' he lets go of your nipple, turning his head toward your other breast pressing kisses on it.

"Having you weep while you ride me, you really paint a picture of perfection, my darling." Riddle massages your chest, bouncing his leg helping you reach the high you desperately ached for."For all your efforts, I will reward you my beautiful rose."

His hand slipped between your folds, rubbing down your soaked clit, you jolted at the sensation, thrusts becoming erratic as Riddle pressed down. Tears flow as you feel the release break and you leave his thigh soaked from your release.

"Now my precious rose, why don't you be so kind as to tend to your Queen?"

You're Riddle's first in everything, so he doesn't have any experience at all. So imagine his horror when he first heard you cry during your first time together. He immediately stopped whatever he was doing, to fret over you, asking if you were hurt anywhere, did he do something wrong! You might have to calm him down a bit, probably after the most thorough check up you ever had in your life. He IS the son of two doctors you know.

After confirming you weren't crying from pain or anything bad, that you were crying because he felt so good in you. Poor Riddle, all his blood went to his head *both 🍆* at that. Stop, you're gonna kill him! That's Ace's job.

After all that, he still is hesitant when you guys fuck, careful to watch your expressions as you reach peak pleasure. He does take pride in how much you weep under him to take you harder, touch you there, how amazing he's doing. 

Riddle totally brushes your tears away like the gentleman he is. Aftercare with him is sweet. He's really clingy, post sex cuddles with him! He has stored water bottles in case, has stored some of your favorite bottles of shampoo/conditioner when you want to shower. I bet he even got your own loofah.  Though drinks tend to vary depending on what day it is. He has some sweets stored away, Trey never questions him but the little knowing smile has Riddle blurt out excuses.

[intimidating-fettuccine]

Can we please get a scenario to how the main three proxies (Masky/Tim, Hoodie/Brian, and Toby) act if they have an anxiety or panic attack? I just want to see your thought on them, because I’ve noticed many people act entirely different, and I find it interesting.

I didn't include Masky/Hoodie specifically because I really don't think either of them have panic attacks, but the other three are here. Sometimes I include the two of them in these sorts of things but they don't fit here for me.

Also, I included if they do or don't have a s/o in this as well. One of the boys ended up being a lot like me in terms of symptoms and only I know which one.

Tim:

Tim doesn't often get panic attacks, I think honestly in the mansion he gets them the least amount of anyone. I think Tim can mostly fly under the radar with his panic attacks unless it's a really bad one. He'll get sweaty, shaky hands, tremble a bit, but he can usually get control over himself and he'll just excuse himself to the bathroom for a moment so he can catch his breath and shake off whatever's got him so panicked. However, if it's a much larger panic attack, things are different for Tim. Usually, these panic attacks occur because of stress from their job, or because of Tim having to deal with Masky being inside of him. Tim gets hit pretty hard; sense of doom, chest pain, dizziness, nausea, detachment, shortness of breath, and shaking. 

Tim gets incredibly scared during these times, as though he's fully shutting down, and he tends to try to run away and hide from people, sometimes collapsing where he is on the way to do so. If he has you, you're the person he immediately tries to find in times like this, all but crumbling into your arms, into his safety net. He calms down much easier in your presence, clinging onto you in ways only you've seen, apologizing and crying, weeping because he feels so guilty in his anxiety for letting his fears get to him, and only your calming words and gentle touch are able to relax him. If he doesn't have you, he tries with all his might to get to his bedroom, to be alone. He'll stay in there, isolated from everyone else as he spends what could be minutes or hours trying to calm himself down, as not even Brian is allowed to see him like this. 

Brian:

Brian I think is second after Tim in terms of least likely to have a panic attack, as I think Brian tends to be good at managing his stress and anxiety, but I think his anxiety actually gets to him more often than it does Tim. I think Brian's panic attacks tend to escalate to the same level each time because when he realizes he's going to have one it causes his fear and anxiety to greatly spiral. It starts with hot flashes for Brian, sweatiness, and headaches. After that, he starts to realize what's happening, and he starts to get shaky and his voice starts to tremble, and he'll try and excuse himself from whatever he's doing. If he has you, he'll have you try and help him upstairs so he doesn't have to be alone because he hates being alone during a panic attack. 

He'll curl into you, hugging you and trying to do breathing exercises with you to calm down before the brunt of it hits him. He'll start to get nauseous, choking on his breath and swaying back and forth in dizziness, so he often likes to lay down beside you. He often breaks down in tears, clinging to you because he feels terrified that something is really wrong with him, and he gets an impending feeling that he's going to die, that he's going to disappear. His panic attacks are very scary for him. If he doesn't have you, he'll go through a similar process with Tim or Slender, one of them being the one to keep him company, although Brian will instead be laying down under a blanket, curled up and hugging a pillow as he tries to calm himself while they comforting rub his back and assure him he'll be okay, that he can get through this, but it usually takes him about an hour to get through one.

Toby:

Toby, on the other hand, has panic attacks on a very regular basis because of his trauma and the very high level of stress and anxiety that I think he feels on a very regular basis. I'd say Toby has a panic attack at least once or twice a week, but some weeks he could be having them every other day when he's going through a very rough patch, although Toby's panic attacks can tend to vary on how they show up for him. Sometimes he feels physically sick, he'll have nausea, and dizziness, and have an extremely rapidly pounding heart rate, with sweat coating his body, breaking down in tears, and unable to stop crying. Sometimes he has an extreme sense of fear, with the impending doom that he's going to lose control of his life, that his dad will come back and take him away, that he's going to die, that he's going to lose control of his life, and he'll start shaking incredibly bad, almost unable to walk, unable to breathe properly and dizziness overtaking him as he finds himself nearly paralyzed and unable to move. 

Sometimes he finds himself growing silent, unable to communicate, his vision blurry, his mind in a sense of detachment so strong he can't even tell he's conscious anymore, his body swaying back and forth, his breathing slowed and shallow, a numb sense of fear humming inside of him. If he has you by his side during any of these, he tends to cling to you, silently asking you not to leave him alone. He won't be talkative at all, in fact, other than his iron grip on you he might seem as though he's avoidant and doesn't want you there, but he's just lost in the confusion of it and unable to communicate what he wants. He just knows that he trusts you, and he wants you to remain by his side so he can have a glimpse of feeling safe. If he doesn't have you, he tends to isolate himself and go through them alone, although sometimes he might prefer to have Slender by his side, comforting him and just being around him so he can know he's not alone or in danger anymore.

[milkywaydrabbles]

kinktober 39 and alucard bcs he defo would

A/N: omg he absolutely would body worship his beloved are you kidding me. Thank you for the req and I hope you like it mwuah

CW: smut, oral (f! recieving), pet names (sweetheart, darling, love, etc)

Alucard x body worship!

“Absolutely stunning...” He whispers, trailing kisses down your body. “You’re radiant, my love..you’re the most beautiful being I’ve ever seen.” You’d been feeling quite self-conscious about your body recently, hiding behind larger pieces of clothing than normal so that you didn’t have a shape. You would inch away from Adrian, always making excuses as to why you didn’t want to be intimate with him. When he found out why you’d been feeling more distant from him, he wouldn’t have any of it.

He gave extra attention to your hips, your stomach, your thighs, anything that you’d been trying to hide from him. “Look how gorgeous you are” he cooed, grazing his teeth on your thighs. He bit and suckled hickies across your thighs, kissing each small bruise he left behind as an apology, (he wasn’t sorry). Slowly, Alucard parted your thighs while looking deep into your eyes. “Don’t hide from me, darling, please....you’re so perfect.” He begged, dipping lower and licking a stripe across your slit. Your breath hitched, hands clawing at the bedding underneath you. “Alucard..” You whined, attempting to close your legs but he pried them open and kept them there. “Sweetheart, no no no keep those beautiful legs open for me.” 

Alucard took a deep breath in, breathing in your scent with a gutteral moan. He could get pussy drunk off your scent alone. “You smell fucking divine.” He groaned, before dipping his tongue deep inside your weeping cunt. You cried out a gasp, arching your hips towards him. Alucard pressed kisses on your pussy, licking and slurping your wetness. He was messy, practically making out with your cunt as your eyes rolled to the back of your head. “I could be in between your legs for hours.” He mumbled against you, nearly clawed hands gripping at your thighs that kept trying to crush his head between them (he really wouldn’t have minded that anyways). “Alucard, p-please..I’m so close..!” You whined, humping his face as he continued to suckle your clit. He pulled away for a minute, continuing to stimulate you with a thumb pressed against your clit. “Tell me what I want to hear, sweetheart.” He whispered, kissing your thighs as he waited. 

You were embarrassed to say the least, covering your face with your arm while you continued to lift your hips in hopes for more. “Alucard, please.” You whimpered. Alucard stilled while he waited. “Look at me, tell me what I want to hear baby.” 

You glanced at him, “I’m..I’m beautiful. I deserve love.” You teared up speaking, and whimpered when Alucard sped up on rubbing your clit. “Exactly darling, you’re beautiful, you’re gorgeous, “ He slipped two fingers into your weeping cunt curling upwards and hitting you just right. “You’re so perfect, I can’t get enough of you.” You tried to hold back a cry, tears slipping down your face. “Go ahead, love, cum for me, show me how beautiful you are when you cum on my fingers.” He latched his mouth on you one last time and it sent you tumbling over the edge in ecstasy. 

Alucard worked you through your orgasm until you pushed him away with overstimulation. Slowly, he crawled up your body with more kisses before he planted a loving and passionate kiss on your lips. 

“If you ever forget how beautiful you are, I’ll always be there to remind you.”

[stormyjane7]

Teasing the Wave

Summary:

Your party obtains the wavemothers robe. which looks amazing on your vampire lover. Who will out tease who.

TW: Wavemother Robe, Blow Jobs, Hand Jobs, Public Hand Jobs, Cock Tease

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The journey to Baldur’s Gate has been a long one. Many a monster and evil do-er have been felled.You just finished a quest for the Wavemother and were granted a robe. Astarion snatched it as quickly as he could from your hands.

“While I think this would look marvelous on you darling, let me have it first?” You couldn’t resist Astarion’s puppy eyed look and agreed he could have it first. You soon found out why. The slits in the robe hit just right around his lower hips, exposing his well toned thighs. You sucked in your breath as you noticed there was no way he was wearing underwear under this. He was setting you up for failure and upon noticing your looks at him, he gave you the most devious grin.

The small journey to the tavern you were staying at seemed even longer with the teasing Astarion was doing to you. A bump of the hip into yours, swaying his hips as he walked in front of you, and not to mention his normally saucy banter was dripping this time.

“Ah yes this robe is freeing, isn’t it darling? Every inch is just so happy to meet the air.”

Your group thankfully made it to the tavern. Gale ordered dinner for the group while everyone went to unequip their armor. You got a small reprieve from your lover as he stayed down with Gale, most likely to tease him too to get a reaction of of the poor wizard.

By the time you came down the food was ready and Gale was ten shades of red. Whatever astarion did had obviously worked. You smirked as you figured it was time for payback.

You sit down next to Astarion and start fixing your plate of food. Not too much incase your plan did indeed work.

“Have fun with Gale did you?” You ask as you put some of the roast into your mouth.

“Absolutely darling. Though you are much more fun to tease.”

“Well it’s not like you don’t get something out of riling me up.” I slide my hand down and onto his thigh giving it a squeeze.

His eyebrows shot up and a grin started to hit his lips. Shockingly he didn’t say anything to you.

You kept eating, giving a squeeze to his thigh every so often and moving your hand closer to his center tiny bit by bit. You could tell he was enjoying the attention and possibility of the moment as the robe had tented up. Which gave you access to him at last.

The entire time continuing talking with your other companions and eating. When you finally touch his cock he slammed a fist on the table which shocked the group.

“Everything okay Astarion?” Wyll asked with no indication he knew what was happening.

“Yeah fangs, that was a bigger response to the big joke than necessary.” Karlach added.

Before your lover could respond you rolled your thumb over the tip of his weeping cock. This time he growled as silently as he could. He glared up at you, almost egging you on for more. You slide the precum down the shaft so that you could then move up again with ease. That seemed to have completely set him off as he gently removed your hand, stood up, and threw you over his shoulder.

“You’ll have to excuse us for the evening. We’ll see you in the morning.” He started walking up the stairs while all of your friends gave you quizzical looks. You tried to play it off like nothing but you could tell they knew something naughty was up.

Once in front of the door to your room he sets you down to open the door for you. You walk inside with him behind you and he spins you around to close the door with your body. He puts his hips into yours while locking the door. ''I hope you are ready for the hell you have unleashed my dear. you feel that?" he rubs himself into you "This is all your fault."

You slide down the door and quickly lift the front of the robe. You lick the tip of his cock and let the robe fall over you. Like this he cannot see what you are doing. He braces his hands against the door.

“Oh you little minx.” He growls as you put your mouth around him fully. You hum your approval of his words which makes him buck forward. You slowly start moving your mouth up and down his length, sucking harder when you get to the tip.

Astarion is panting heavily now, bucking his hips forward to fuck into your mouth.

As he starts sputtering in his motion you know he’s close to cumming down your throat. The thought makes you moan which is what sends him over the edge.

“Gods. Yes!” He was fucking into you until his cock stopped twitching expelling his seed into you.

You look out from under the robe up at him with the biggest grin.

“You really thought you’d get to rile me up instead? I had to turn the tables on you atleast once Astarion. You were begging for it.”

“Ha! You really are a little minx. On the bed darling. It’s my turn to show my thanks for an amazing outfit that gets my love so heated.”

You grinned at how much you got to him today instead of the other way around. You’d pay dearly for it once he gets his hands on you. But Gods it will be so worth it.

[gentlebeardsbarngrill]

05/27/2024 Daily OFMD Recap

TLDR; Rhys Darby; Kristian Nairn; Tell Tale Awards; Articles; New SOFMD Event Calendar; FanSpotlight: Cast Cards; Never Left Podcast; Our Flag Means Fanfiction; MerMay; Love Notes; Daily Darby/Today's Taika

= Rhys Darby =

Rhys giving us a little preview of their upcoming Cryptid Factor Episode!

And just a reminder from Rhys' Twitter, you can still buy tickets for To23AndBeyond going on June 7-8!

Source: Rhys Darby's Twitter

= Kristian Nairn =

Kristian posted with his next two con appearances in the UK!

Comic Con Yorkshire - 22nd & 23rd

June Comic Con North East - 26th & 27th October

Source: Kristian Nairn's Twitter

== Tell Tale Awards ==

Reminder that you can vote on the Tell Tale Awards every day!

The Tell-Tale TV Awards votes are up! There are several categories with Queer shows so if you have the time please take some time to fill them in! You can vote for up to 3 per category. Not only does OFMD show up, but Good Omens, Deadloch, Dead Boy Detectives, etc.

OFMD Categories Below:

Favorite Cable or Streaming Comedy Series (Round 1) - Our Flag Means Death

Favorite Performer in a Cable or Streaming Comedy Series (Round 1) - Rhys Darby / Ruibo Qian

== SOFMD Event Calendar ==

New Event Calendar today!

== Articles ==

5 canceled shows from 2024 that Amazon should save (although it's unlikely)

More Under the Cut: Long Post Is Long

== Fan Spotlight ==

= Cast Cards =

Woohoo! Today's Cast Card from @melvisik is Alex Sherman! Famously known for #AssTonight, and all around "porn of my coworkers" supporter!

Source: @melvisik's Twitter

= Never Left Podcast =

There's a new episode out of Never Left Podcast! This one is focused on the fandom! Check out their Linktr.ee for your favourite place to listen!

Source: Never Left Podcast's Instagram / Artwork by @ AmysBirdHouse on Instagram

= Our Flag Means Fanfiction =

A new mini episode of Our Flag Means Fanfiction is available! Check it out on your favourite platforms here!

Source: Our Flag Means Fanfiction Instagram

== MerMay ==

= Deanbird_ao3 =

Today we have a new spotlight for mermay-- @swashbuckling-sweethearts aka DeanBird on Instagram and Twitter! They're going to be bringing their mermay work to tumblr soon, but they were kind enough to allow me to share a preview of them. Absolutely stunning work for @bizarrelittlemew's Mermay prompts of Rescue and Bioluminescence! They have several more on their IG and soon on their tumblr, feel free to check them out!

= Snejpowa =

More SOFMD Mermay prompts by the lovely @snejpowa! I'm digging that the marmalade is by Jenkins & Crew <3 Day 27: The Chain / Day 28: Marmalade

= Blueberreads =

Some more lovely prompts by our talented @blueberreads! The foot touch, the marmalade, excuse me while I weep over here. They are so sweet. Day 27: The Chain / Day 28: Marmalade

= Eros The Artist =

Another previous days prompt by the fabulous @erostheartist! Loving the metaness of it all! Day 17: Have you ever been sketched?

= Spencer Does Artt =

The fantastic SpencerDoesArtt is still at it for Mermay! I'm absolutely adoring the Ed wink for The Chain.

== Love Notes ==

Hey lovelies. I'm continuing to have a bit of a rough time with personal stuff so I'm delayed on a lot of things. Just want you to know I'm thinking of you, and you're doing a great job. Sending some other folks words today. Take care Crew <3

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== Daily Darby / Today's Taika ==

Today's theme is Tongue. Gifs courtesy of the marvelous @sherlockig and @meluli -- many thanks for their contributions to this fandom's thirstyness.