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[sw5w]

Wesa No Like Da Naboo

STAR WARS EPISODE I: The Phantom Menace 00:15:07

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every evening, the Choir gives each pearl slug and augur a little kiss goodnight ⋆✴︎˚｡⋆✧˖°.

[kaidanalenkosprmanager]

THE BEST OF THE NORMANDY SUMMIT

Featuring: Cmdr. Sophie Shepard, Primarch Adrien Victus, Dalatrass Linron, and Urdnot Wrex With: Comm. Specialist Samantha Traynor Commander, you need to keep Cerberus at bay- I can't overstate what a victory a treaty between the Turians and the Krogan would be for the Alliance. We need all the help we can get... Mass Effect 3: Legendary Edition (2021)

[thaatdigitaldiary]

passenger princess

paige bueckers x fem reader

disclaimer!! i don’t usually write fics, i’m better at writing educationally (lame) but me & my friends wanted me to try something out of my comfort zone so enjoy. criticism is welcome, but be kind!

this is based off of the picture i posted of paige earlier so that’s the context (also on the banner)

tags: @rosemariiaa & @patscorner for encouraging me to do this elohel kisses to yall

enjoy 🤫

it was 10:47 am. the ac blasting throughtout your studio apartment. you tossed and turned in your bed, groaning from the lack of sleep the night before, caused by a stressful day of work yesterday, completely draining you. you were in a slump to say the least, and the only person who could help cheer you up, was your girlfriend. as you picked up your phone, it vibrated suddenly with a notification popping up, “p 💓” it read, and you opened the message.

it was a picture of her and a brand new car, a red cadillac with a black interior. after the picture comes through, another message follows.

“surprise?” it reads, and you’re shocked, not only about the fact that your girlfriend impulsively bought a new car, but how undeniably beautiful she looked.

her beautiful blonde hair, roots slowly coming through, but she made them look so good. she was clad in a gray sweatshirt despite this summer heat, and those stupid, yet adorable 2024 sunglasses you gave her for new years last year perched on her head.

as you go to text her back, you hear a knock at your front door. you fix your hair and throw your robe on, and go to answer it, while a text that just came through your phone appears.

“i’m outside”

“hi baby.” she says standing in front of you, grinning like a kid who just entered a candy store, jingling her new keys.

“paige.” you say sternly, slighting smirking at the fact that she was so excited to show you her new car. despite the fact that you and her have been dating since your sophomore year of college, she still made you nervous.

from her tall, lean figure, to her beautiful eyes that wander everytime you two see each other. she starts talking, but you can’t stop looking at her.

“baby.” she says, laughing a little. you were staring, and hadn’t heard a word she said to you.

“im sorry, did you say something?” you say, chuckling nervously, feeling embarrassed, but paige never found it embarrassing, she found it cute, matter of fact she loved it.

“i said did you wanna come ride wimmie? you gotta be the first in this car and you know that.” she tells you, leaning on your doorframe, taking you in. she looked you up and down and bit her lip, admiring you and your figure.

“of course p, lemme get dressed and fix my hair, i shouldn’t be too long.” you say sweetly, smiling at her and kissing her on the cheek.

she goes to sit on your couch, manspreading per usual, watching you walk away and into your room to find something to wear.

you rummage through your closet to find something comfortable but cute to wear, just in case you two make any stops, which you knew you would.

you do some finishing touches on your hair, leaving it down, just how paige liked it.

you walk out of your room, having a slight sway to your hips as you walk, which drove paige insane. you wore jean shorts and a black tube top, with your “p” necklace sparkling around your neck.

“jesus ma.” she says, whistling while her eyes travel all over your figure.

“what? should i change?” you asked with concern, worried you were overdressed.

“fuck no, you look beautiful, especially repping me like that,” she says, referring to the necklace with her initial on it, as she rubs her hands together and bites her lip, making you laugh.

“we can go wherever you want to mama, i filled the tank right after i left the dealership.” she grabs her lanyard with her keys attached to it out of her sweatpants pocket, and goes to open the front door for you.

“hm, there’s a new spot not too far from here, they got real good breakfast food, me and jana went the other day.”

“anything for you ma.” she tells you, sneaking a kiss in as you approach her car.

“okay this is beautiful p, and shiny as hell jesus,” you say, describing the darkish red colored car your girlfriend just impulsively bought.

“it needs a beautiful girl to sit in it y’know,” and you roll your eyes at her corniness, but you secretly love it. she opens the door for you and closes it behind you, and walks to the driver’s seat.

about 10 minutes pass and you two are almost at your destination. paige hooked up her bluetooth to her car as soon as she got it, you both listening to her playlist and singing along with the windows down and the wind blowing in your faces.

paige watched as your hair flowed in the wind, your smile so beautiful, and all she could think about what was how lucky she was, getting to see you whenever she wanted, hold you, kiss you, and be there for you, all the time.

she rested her hand on your thigh, driving with one hand, and smiling.

“baby,” you said softly.

“yeah ma?”

“i love you.”

“i love you more than anything ma, yk that.”

you two made it to the restaurant, paige disconnecting her phone from the aux, and gets out to open the door for you.

you could really get use to this new car smell, and being paige’s passenger princess for a long, long time.

I HOPE YALL ENJOYED! this might be a one time thing as i could never be too consistent but lemme know any feedback and i love you guys! 🙂‍↕️

[oceanlix]

Day 3: Jaehyun

Pairing: Jaehyun x female reader

Genre: Smut

Word count: 1544

Warnings: Praise, begging, teasing, fingering, unprotected sex, riding, dirty talk, slight spanking, nipple play, creampie, overstimulation

Smutmas 2023 Masterlist

“Ma’am, I’m so sorry about the inconvenience. For your trouble, the airline would like to offer you a hotel voucher as well as compensation.”

You’re only half listening to the man, stars in your eyes as you watch his lips move. He should be a model, certainly not a customer service representative in a shitty airport like this one. It’s not like the other reps are ugly, either. He’s just so stupidly handsome that it’s almost ridiculous.

“Ma’am?”

You shake yourself out of your daze and apologize. “Oh god, I’m sorry. It’s been a long day! Thank you, I’ll accept the vouchers!”

The man - Jaehyun, according to his name tag clipped to his sweater vest - smirks, almost like he knows exactly what was on your mind just now. “Sure, it’s understandable. Let me just get your information and I’ll issue those for you.”

You pour all your focus into filling out the documentation, determined not to embarrass yourself any further. When you finish, you slide the paperwork across the counter to him.

Jaehyun starts to key in the necessary information, occasionally glancing over at you with a smile. “I’m going to put you up at the Hyatt, it’s the nicest hotel nearby,” he informs you, winking. The keyboard clacks away for a few more moments before he crooks his finger at you. You lean forward, wondering if you misspelled something on your forms.

“Maybe I can pay you a visit tonight after my shift ends?” he whispers, dragging his eyes up and down your body. You practically choke on your own spit, shocked that such a handsome man is so blatantly hitting on you. You aren’t one to look a gift horse in the mouth though, despite how unprofessional he’s being at the moment. Apparently hot men negate all of your survival instincts; you should be more ashamed of yourself. But you aren’t, unfortunately.

You giggle nervously, while Jaehyun smirks to himself like he knows he’s already won.

—-

You’re sitting in your hotel room on the bed, dressed only in your robe and underwear as you wait for Jaehyun. You debate with yourself for a while about it being too presumptuous to be this underdressed, but he was practically devouring you with his eyes at the airport. You decide that you feel pretty safe in assuming his intent.

There’s a knock on the door that alerts you to his arrival, so you pop off the bed and nervously fiddle with your hands before going to answer. A look through the peephole reveals Jaehyun, holding a bottle of champagne and changed out of his uniform into a sleek button down shirt and slacks. Your mouth waters a little as you pull the door open.

“Hey,” he greets, leaning down to kiss your cheek. Your heart is a stuttering mess as you invite him in, your skin tingling where his lips touched. “I brought champagne.”

He sets the bottle on the counter and turns to face you, once again letting his eyes take in your body. The robe is short, stopping just at the tops of your thighs, and his eyes linger there for a moment before he smirks at you.

“You look pretty comfortable there,” he teases, closing the distance between you. He’s gentle when he cradles your face in his hands, searching for any signs of hesitation. But you have none, and when he presses his lips to yours, the sigh you let out is soft and airy.

Jaehyun walks you over to the bed as he kisses you, his hands sliding down your body. He squeezes your ass and trails his lips down the side of your neck, groaning at the way you feel in his hands. “You’re beautiful,” he whispers, toying with the hem of your robe. “Do you even know how sexy you are?”

He tugs on the belt of your robe until it comes undone, partially revealing the fancy underwear you’d dug up out of your suitcase to put on for him. With another pleased groan, he pushes you gently down onto the bed, climbing on top of you.

“I see you dressed all pretty just for me,” he coos, tracing his fingers down from your neck to right above the waistband of your underwear. You moan, throwing an arm over your eyes in embarrassment.

Jaehyun pulls your thighs apart and runs his hands up and down your thighs, getting close but not close enough to the place where you need him to touch you. You’re sure he’s noticed the wet spot on your panties by now, but he’s only teasing you, squeezing the flesh of your thighs and ass without any intent behind it.

“Please,” you whimper after a few minutes of his torture, impossibly wet and worked up. You never thought you’d be reduced to begging for a man’s cock like this, but here you are. “Jaehyun, touch me properly.”

He lets out a little scoff, slapping your thigh. “Properly? What, this isn’t enough for you?” He drags his fingers over your clothed pussy, feather light and so frustratingly slow. “You’re a mess, you know that, right?”

Embarrassingly, you feel your cheeks turn red at his words. “Only because you’re teasing me,” you argue petulantly. Your breath hitches when he suddenly pulls one of your legs up onto his shoulder, the other pulling your panties to the side.

“Fine, fine,” he relents, smirking. Jaehyun rubs two fingers between your folds, gathering your wetness and spreading it around. You bite down on your bottom lip when he sinks them into you, your hips lifting up automatically.

“How’s that?” he coos, laughing as you struggle to get more friction. But with the way he has your leg propped up, you just can’t make it happen. You groan in frustration, whimpering as he pumps his fingers in and out of your pussy.

“Jaehyun,” you pant, grabbing his wrist. “At least kiss me!”

He softens, leaning down to press your lips together. He licks into your mouth while he works his fingers inside of you, swallowing every moan you try to let out. You feel your orgasm approaching, your hands frantically scrambling to hold onto him.

It doesn’t take more than a few pumps before you’re clenching around his fingers, your vision whiting out. Jaehyun guides you through it with whispered praises against your lips, fighting to hide his smile.

He pulls his fingers from your pussy and gives you a devilish grin before he puts them in his mouth, licking your juices off of them. You just about come again from the sight, letting out a soft squeal as you cover your eyes.

Jaehyun grabs your hips and rolls you over on top of him, holding you above his cock as he smirks up at you. “Can you ride it?” he asks, but it sounds more like a challenge than a request. You don’t want to disappoint him, so you nod. You grab the base of his cock and line him up with your entrance, coating the head with your wetness before sinking down.

“Fuck, you’re so tight,” he murmurs, watching as he disappears inside of you. You place your hands on his chest and take a few deep breaths as you adjust to his size, feeling fuller than you’ve ever felt before.

Jaehyun reaches up and pushes your robe down your arms, sort of trapping you. You could always move your arms and take it off completely, but the idea of having your movement restricted is hot enough that you don’t.

“That’s it,” he coos up at you, pressing his fingertips to your clit and rubbing light circles on it. “Show me how bad you want it, baby.”

You groan, lifting yourself up and dropping back down onto his cock. You barely catch the scream coming out of your throat, the head grazing that spot inside you.

“Feels so good,” you slur, digging your nails into his chest. Jaehyun hisses, landing a slap on your ass In retaliation. “Fuck, right there!”

“You really just needed to get fucked, huh?” he murmurs into your ear, holding your hips down as he grinds up into you. “Look at you, so pretty and pliant for me. Like putty in my hands, yeah?” He nips at your jawline, putting more pressure on your clit. “Come on, cream around my cock, sweet thing.”

You’re losing the battle against your orgasm, your chest heaving as you try to keep your grinding rhythmic. Jaehyun reaches up and pinches one of your nipples, sending you over the edge in surprise. You shake through your high, hips jerking away from his fingers as he rubs you through it.

Jaehyun squeezes your ass with both hands as you come down, keeping you close to him as you grind in his lap. “I’m filling you up, honey,” he coos, grabbing your jaw and pulling you into a sloppy, messy kiss. True to his word, a few seconds later you feel his hot seed hitting your walls, your pussy fluttering around him with every pulse. He kisses you through the whole thing, swallowing your moans and overstimulated whimpers.

When he’s done, you collapse against his chest in a tired mess. He pulls out of you with a hiss, petting your head gently.

[newtscamandersbf]

sardinian miku (nuragus robes bc theyre pretty af im not even from nuragus) !!!!! ^_^

i originally wanted to draw her as the ainu orriadore but i was too lazy so i made this instead but i was still too lazy so 🙄🙄

no rep for my belgian side cause im. too lazy

[fandoms-are-my-friends-1321]

Clueless is an Understatement

This may not be the original idea for Rayne that I had, but at the same time, it is an extremely adorable request that I could not refuse! Plus it allows me to try and write a character that is similar to Mash (I love his brainless antics). I hope that you enjoy this fanfic @jennapancake! Thank you again for the request! Gifs are not mine.

Summary: Y/N Burnedead, Mash's older sibling, followed him to Easton Magic Academy to help protect him on his quest to become a divine visionary. Along the way, they caught the attention of Rayne Ames, who is absolutely smitten by Y/N. The only problem: Y/N does not know how to take a hint.

Warnings: reader has some small injuries, mentions of blood, otherwise none (but if I miss something let me know!)

In a world where magic users dominate the population, there were two non-magic users who were hoping to change their fates and prove that magic was not the only thing that made a person worthy in the eyes of higher powers. The first one was Mash Burnedead: a boy who relied only on his powerful muscles in order to become the divine visionary and allow his family to live in peace. The other is Y/N Burnedead, Mash's older sibling who is also a non-magic user and just as strong as their younger brother. Y/N knew that Mash would face a lot of dangerous challenges and potentially evil foes during his time at Easton Magic Academy, so they took it upon themselves to take the entrance exam as well and help Mash on his quest.

At first, many of the other students wondered why a person as old as Y/N waited so long to join the academy, but they made up the excuse that they were simply too nervous to participate in the entrance exam until now. Of course this was far from the case due to Y/N's trust in their own muscular strength, but it was a necessary lie to keep people off of their backs. Y/N and Mash only allowed trusted friends to know their non-magic status, or the more accurate truth, they all found out after the battle with the Magia Lupis.

"Dude, I still can't believe you have no magic power at all! That is total side character ener-," Y/N smacked Dot across the face before he could finish his sentence.

"And yet you let a side character show you up," Y/N said as they dusted off their uniform. Y/N walked over to Mash and ruffled his hair, causing him to mumble as he tried to fix it. "Come on, you know I don't like my hair being messed with, Y/N."

"I couldn't help it, little brother. You are just too precious sometimes," Y/N said in a monotone and yet excited voice. "Don't forget we have our workout scheduled for 3 today after my classes are finished, and I can't wait to out rep you today."

Mash shook his head from side to side. "Only in your dreams, sibling."

Despite being a first year, Y/N managed to be placed in some upper level courses at Easton, one of which being the Study of Magical Creatures. Rayne Ames, a current divine visionary and the older sibling of Y/N and Mash's friend Finn, also helped to pull some strings for the older Burnedead. It's not that he doubted their prowess, and if anything, it was their power that Rayne admired along with their beauty and talents. However, some of the professors were still skeptical of Y/N and Mash when it came to their "magic" abilities, so he offered his support in their favor.

Today's class would be taking place outside in one of the open pastures by the school, with today's lesson involving herding and calming wild Wrivian's, horse-dragon hybrids that were the size of a small cottage. Rayne was waiting patiently for Y/N to arrive for class, and he caught himself checking his robe for any stray crumbs from lunch. He never used to worry about his appearance since he is usually well-kept, and yet ever since he met Y/N, he felt the need to look even more pristine when he knew they would be around.

Not that Y/N would notice the small details to begin with...

Y/N arrived a few minutes before class began, and Rayne waved at them as they approached. "Good afternoon, Y/N. Are you ready for today's class?" Rayne stated with a slight smile.

Y/N clenched their fist as they took on a fighting pose. "I was born ready, Rayne. Any challenge that these Wrivian's bring, I will take each one down with my fist."

Rayne let out a chuckle as he moved to stand beside them. "I thought you would say something along those lines."

The professor explained the task to the students, making sure to reiterate that no harm should be brought to any of the Wrivian's or they would fail the assignment. All the students broke off into pairs, which would make wrangling the beasts an easy task, but Y/N and Rayne faced more difficulties. Rayne used frontal attacks with Partisan to deflect the fiery breath from the Wrivian, the creature's emerald scales flexing as it weaved expertly through the air. Y/N took more of a distraction approach as they waited for the right time to strike.

"Y/N, they have a blind spot if you move to the right! Now is the time to tame this beast! Remember, avoid harm at all costs!" Rayne instructed as he launched the silvery swords of Partisan one last time.

"Kay', taming magic activate!" Y/N shouted the fake spell as they squatted and leaped into the air, easily reaching the Wrivian hovering in the sky. Y/N grabbed the Wrivian around it's broad neck, the rough texture of the scales cutting into their hands as their weight brought them and the creature back down to the ground. The cloud of dust and the immense crash had Rayne worried, not so much about failing the assignment but for Y/N's safety. I really have fallen for them, Rayne thought as he dashed to the scene. He expected to see the Wrivian knocked out from Y/N's brute strength, but Rayne was shocked to see that the creature did not have a scratch on it. If anything, it seemed quite happy as it expertly stole a cream puff from Y/N's cloak.

"Hey, that's my afternoon cream puff," Y/N whined at first as they looked up at the beast with a minor frown, but as the Wrivian let out a whinny at the sweet treat, Y/N sighed in defeat as their head drooped. "Then again, it seems to be making you pretty happy too."

Rayne gasped as he knelt down by Y/N, who was too distracted by the loss of their cream puff to notice the crimson liquid dripping from their hands. Rayne placed his hands on Y/N's forearms and lifted them up, his cheeks dusting with pink as he felt the muscles under their cloak. "You're hurt, Y/N. Please, let me take you to the infirmary and help bandage your wounds."

Y/N looked down at their hands and blinked. "Oh, looks like I am bleeding, huh? Oopsies." Rayne playfully rolled his eyes at Y/N's unawareness as he helped them to their feet, an arm wrapping protectively around their waist despite Y/N's ability to walk. Y/N's brows furrowed as they looked at Rayne. "Why is your arm around my waist if I can walk?"

"Just a precaution to make sure that you have no underlying injuries," Rayne replied.

"But you can see me walking, Rayne? Are you sure I need assistance?"

The two students finally arrived at the infirmary, and Y/N sat on one of the medical beds while Rayne treated their wounds. He started by cleaning the cuts and applying alcohol to the wounds, causing Y/N to flinch. "Ouchie, that burns a little." Rayne only smiled as his golden eyes remained filled with adoration. Once Y/N was all bandaged up, Rayne laid a kiss on each of their hands. "There, you should be fully healed in a few days."

Y/N tilted their head. "Was that a magic healing spell? Can you teach it to me?"

Rayne smirked as he ruffled his blonde streaked hair. "I could probably teach you the spell over dinner. Would you care to join me?"

"Well I would, but Mash and the others always go to dinner with me on this day of the week. I am making cream puff this evening, if you wanted to join, and the others would be happy to see you." Y/N rambled as they tapped their chin.

"We can bring the cream puff to them when we are finished, but I need your full attention to teach you this spell," Rayne said as he tried to find a way to spend time alone with Y/N. He adored the others yes, especially his brother Finn, but he had longed to ask Y/N on a date for some time now. There was something about them that was charming and adorable, and Rayne could not resist them. Y/N's eyes widened as they absorbed Rayne's words. "Ohh that makes more sense. I will see you then, Rayne." With that, Y/N hopped off the medical bed and left with a brief wave as Rayne started to devise a game plan for tonight.

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Rayne arrived at the dorm kitchens around the time Y/N had specified, a bouquet of their favorite flowers in hand. He entered the kitchen and was greeted by Y/N wearing a frilly apron that matched the one that Mash typically wore. They were currently whisking the eggs for the cream puffs with calculated precision. Rayne smiled as he leaned over the counter and presented the flowers to Y/N. "I brought these for you, Y/N, and I hope that you will enjoy them."

Y/N halted their whisking and took the flowers from Rayne, eagerly sniffing the fresh blooms. "These smell like the flowers back home, but I don't know if they will taste good in the cream puffs."

"They won't be going in the cream puffs, you dork. They are for you to look at and admire from afar." Rayne explained as he conjured up a glass vase. Y/N let out an exclamation of excitement as they tapped the vase to see if it was real before going back to whisking. Rayne rested his head in his hand as he watched Y/N make the cream puffs from memory. While the cream puffs were baking, Rayne took this as a sign to make his feelings known. "I am excited to try these delicious cream puffs, but I have no doubt that they will not be as sweet as you are."

"I always put four cups of sugar into the dough, and along with this custard cream, they will be the perfect amount of sweetness." Y/N assured as they plopped down in the seat next to Rayne. They perked up as they remembered the conversation they had with Rayne earlier. "Oh, you said you would teach me that healing spell? Unlike my brother, I can learn things pretty quickly."

An idea materialized in Rayne's head as he pretended to pop his knuckles. "Luckily, this spell does not require a wand like most spells, and I believe that you have the abilities and strength to master this spell in no time. Firstly, you take the hands of the person that you want to heal." Rayne turned to face Y/N as they took their hands in his, the bandages from earlier soft to the touch, but Rayne wished he could feel Y/N's actual hands instead. Y/N continued to absorb the instructions like a sponge as they replied with a "got it".

"Next, you approach the subject closer so you can determine the state of their injuries." Rayne closed the gap between him and Y/N until their face's were inches apart, allowing him to admire all of the amazing features of Y/N's face. He swore that no deity could be more gorgeous than them. Y/N nodded as they maintained eye contact with Rayne and made sure to process each step clearly. "Finally," Rayne started as he placed a hand on Y/N's cheek, "You perform the healing spell." Before Rayne could complete his plan, the loud ding of the oven interrupted him, and Y/N shot up from their seat faster than a lightning strike. "Cream puffs are done!" They shouted excitedly.

Y/N finalized the delicious treats and handed the first ones to Rayne. He bit into the pastry and hummed with delight as Y/N ate their portion of the cream puffs in a few gulps. "These are perfect, Y/N, and I must admit that this would make for a perfect date," Rayne said as he smiled more than he had in months. Y/N was once again confused.

"Isn't that a type of fruit?"

"Yes, you are correct, but it is also the time spent between two individuals that care about each other as a way to show affection for one another. Y/N Burnedead, I care about you more and more each and every day, and I would destroy every evil force in this magical realm if it means that you are safe by my side. I would be yours if that is what you wish, but if you need more time, I understand completely." Rayne blushed as he rubbed the back of his neck, but Y/N still could not see the full picture.

"I could help you beat up the villains instead, but I would need to focus on more bicep training first. Maybe Mash would know-," Y/N's sentence was cut short as Rayne gently pressed his lips against theirs as his hand returned to caress their cheek once again. Y/N did not fully understand what to do, but they did enjoy the feeling of Rayne being so close to them. When Rayne pulled away, the realization of his words and actions finally set in, and Y/N turned as red as the strawberries they used in the cream puffs. Y/N's brain started to short circuit as the affection became to much. "I-I-I guess that t-t-this makes us a, makes us a..."

Rayne kissed Y/N's cheek as a genuine laugh rumbled in his chest. "Yes, this makes us a couple, if that is what you desire. There is no one in all of Easton that would make a better match for a divine visionary."

Y/N could not help but smile as they fiddled with their hands. "I-I would like that very much."

Bonus:

"Did you save some cream puffs for me?"

"Of course, I always save the perfect ones for my favorite little sibling." Y/N handed over the cream puffs to Mash as he excitedly munched on the pastries. Lemon and Finn had just entered the room, and Lemon could not help but squeal as she nudged Y/N with her elbow. "And I heard that Y/N made cream puffs with the Rayne Ames last night!!! So, did anything exciting happen?! I must know!!"

Y/N shrugged as they took a bite from their own cream puff. "Rayne taught me a new spell while I made the cream puffs. We also kissed, and now we are dating. Nothing too exciting though."

Lemon screamed with joy as she nearly fainted at the news, but it was Finn whose jaw dropped as he flailed his arms in the air. "YOU'RE DATING MY BROTHER?! AND YOU KISSED?! I did not need to know that!!" Finn dashed from the room as his face flushed with embarrassment, but Lemon wanted to hear more.

"So, do you want to go over wedding plans with me?"

Tag list: @mayurin17, @thebasicbword, @kemis-world, @sereniteav

[chic-a-gigot]

Beaux-arts des modes, no. 3, mai 1937 (New York, Paris, London, Milano, Wien, Bruxelles). Bibliothèque nationale de France

1708 Style robe of black organza. Neck-wide collar, cuffs, belt and gloves of white organza. En-forme flounces on the full skirt. — 1708a Short peplum jacket of organza or silk rep.

[psychospore]

Worshipping his Goddess

A/N Hello lovelies! This is a smutty spin-off for Mischievous Plan, if you haven't read it yet you can click the link. This took place sometime after you and Loki both have been in a relationship with each other.

I'm thinking of a proper sequel after this.

If you'd like other Loki or Adam OLLA Fics, please check out my Masterlist

Summary: Loki sneakily pays you a hot and steamy visit because he is one mischievous god wanting to worship his goddess.

Word count: 1150+

Pairing: Student Prince!Loki AU x Student Council Rep! Reader (High School-ish AU)

Warnings: smut, 18+ only, minors DNI. Established relationship. Fluff. Please read at your own discretion.

It was almost midnight and you can't sleep. You decided to take a long, nice bath to try and calm yourself. You felt relieved after stepping out of the bath in your thick, fleece robe when you heard a muffled knock on your door.

Defensively you asked, "Who's that?" Stepping back to try and attack whoever it was behind the door.

"Open the door, y/n. It's me - Loki," he whispered from the other side of the door.

You hurriedly opened the door to let him in, "what are you doing here? What if you get caught by the patrolling guards?" you asked with a hint of panic in your voice as you locked the door behind you.

Loki was wearing a dark cloak - he took off the hood as he was smirking with bright eyes staring at you, "I am the god of mischief for a reason you know. I missed you and I can't sleep thinking about you so I figured you can help me with that, " as he leans closer for an embrace, taking in a whiff of you while his warm breath hits the crook of your neck sending jolts of electricity all throughout your body.

"And how do you suppose I do that?" you asked.

"We can start with this," he responds cupping your cheek as he took you in a deep, passionate kiss. Without breaking the kiss, he guides you towards the bed. You sat as the back of your knees hit the edge of the bed.

He broke the kiss to look at you with much adoration, seeing his goddess in front of him waiting to be worshipped.

"Will you let me worship you tonight, my goddess?" He asked as he kneels between your legs.

"Who am I to refuse your service," you cooed.

"perfect," he responded as he delicately licks his lips, inching closer, spreading your legs to reveal a glistening cunt waiting to be filled underneath your robe. He pulled the tie on your robe to loosen it, the naked front of your body in full presentation waiting to be attended.

He cupped your breasts, savoring each moment he is in contact with every inch of your skin. Gently flicking each nipple before taking one in his mouth to suck and the other to fondle. A mischievous smile grew on his lips as he started to travel lower.

His warm hands caressed your inner thighs which made your whole body flush against his touch. He licked a wet strip on your dripping folds, causing your body to shudder in response. "L.. Loki.." you whimpered.

"Hush now darling, we don't want the guards finding out what you've been up to in the middle of the night" he breathed against your sex.

"And who's fault would that ---" he circled your clit before you could finish your sentence. He brought his other hand to your mouth and made you suck his two fingers before slowly inching it inside you. You arched your back as Loki started hitting all the right spots inside you over and over again. Your eyes grew heavy as you came close to your undoing. You clasped your hands on your mouth while your toes curled in the air as you climaxed, flooding Loki's fingers while he rides you out of your orgasm. You slumped back to the bed as wetness trickled from between your thighs.

"What a sight to behold, darling," as he pulls out his throbbing cock, stroking it in front of you. Mustering up your strength, you sat back up making your robe fall from your shoulders before yanking Loki closer - with your seidr you flicked all of Loki's clothes off.

You took over stroking his cock as you kneeled in front of him, licking the precum coming out of it before circling your tongue on his tip and licking the underside which made Loki groan in pleasure, throwing his head back. He guided you by grabbing your hair and steadily pumping it in and out of your warm mouth.

"Darling, I'm close..." He croaked, which made you stop in your tracks. With your seidr, you made it so that Loki was in the middle of your plush bed, and you straddled on top of him. "I'm sorry, darling. That will have to wait for a bit," as you teasingly guided his aching cock to your dripping folds. Loki didn't manage to stifle his salacious moans as you bottomed out on his cock.

You gyrated your hips as your sex adjusted to your lover's incredible size. Loki's hands explore your naked body in front of him. You mewled pathetically, unable to hold yourself back from the pleasure. Loki gripped either side of your hips and bucked his hip up towards you, hitting you deeper than before, continually thrusting to his heart's content.

He pulled out to flip you over on your fours and ram his cock into your pussy, hitting a different spot than before. His mouth forms an O as he breathes heavily, pounding inside you in lust-filled ecstasy. He slaps your ass cheeks leaving red marks where his hand was.

"Loki... Oh gods... I'm about to -- aaaaaahhh" a heavy gush drenched his buried cock before you could finish your sentence. Your walls clenched tightly around Loki sucking him in as he orgasmed in return, spilling his hot, white seed inside you. "Oh fuck, you are divine" he heaved in between bated breaths as he trailed kisses on your sweating back. A mixture of your ejaculates leaked from your cunt as he pulls out, drenching the bed underneath.

You collapsed face up on the bed and Loki buried himself between your breasts for comfort. Both of you heaving and panting.

"We were in no way discreet, Loki. I fear someone might have heard us" you said as you ran through his raven hair.

"It was too marvelous to be suppressed, love. You are out of this world, my sex goddess, and I would love to worship you over and over again at the risk of getting caught."

"mm-hmm... You were rather vigorous tonight might I say. Was it because of the silencing spell?"

"Quite observant of you to notice that, darling, and I thought I was being subtle"

"I almost did not, which made our act much more electrifying"

"Oh, so I presume you like the thrill too"

"Maybe"

Loki slowly stood and drew a bath which you both shared. He then wrapped you in your robe before tucking you into bed.

"You won't be staying?" You asked

"I'm afraid not, love. I need to go back before anyone notices that I'm missing," he responds as he kissed your forehead.

"I'll see you at the Academy today?"

"You already yearn for me that much, love?" He chuckled. "But yes, I'll see you later. I love you, my goddess"

"I love you too, mischief..." You trailed off as you succumbed to your sleep.

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Tumblr Sexyman Of The Day #197

Peter Lukas (The Magnus Archives, 2016)

Art by @lamaery!

Art by Marvin Anthony On Art Station!

List Of Archetypes

4th Wall Blurring

Angst

British

Brick Shithouse

Cosmic

Controversial

Deadpan Snarker

Deal Maker

GILF

Distinctive Voice

Dominating

Duality

Eldritch

Glowing Neon

Intelligence

Johnlocked

Mysterious

Nonhuman

Questionable Neurodivergent Rep

Power

Puppet Motif

Rival

Teacher Figure

Unkempt

Urban Legend Aesthetic

Villain

Uniform

Long Coat/Cape/Robe

White Hair

Submitted By Anon!

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are there any neopets/colors/combinations thereof you have a really strong opinions about but haven’t had the chance to review?

(I'll do Peophins for this one as I feel like I like them more than most and there's no requests in for them right now.)

I'm always amazed that Peophins aren't more popular than they are. They are one of the most beautiful 'pets by far—Neopets as a whole have pretty stocky, chunky anatomy, but Peophins are abnormally thin proportionally, and surprisingly anatomically accurate to real horses compared to something like the Uni. This gives them a natural elegance, which a lot of colours build upon.

Peophins are also really strong conceptually, taking inspiration from mythologies like the hippocampus. Even if you don't know what that is, the mere idea of an aquatic horse with a tail instead of back legs and fins along their ears is a very unique and easy design to grasp. Little things like the plates on their snouts also add to the uniqueness of the design.

The only thing that's bad about Peophins (other than the fact that underwater Neopets like them don't get much NPC rep) is that their basic colours are kind of terrible. They have the base color and yellow accents, but then turn around and have a really off-putting second color for the mane and a random green spot on their forehead gem, creating a mess of a palette. It would've been much better if the green gem was either yellow or the base color, and the mane was a neutral lighter tone. Thankfully, most other Peophin colors fix this issue.

Peophins benefited heavily from conversion, as their old art was extremely dated. In addition to overall art quality, the anatomy was also improved to be less lumpy and things like the ears and mane were improved proportionally.

Favorite Colours:

Tyrannian: Tyrannian's caveman-like designs are not something I'd usually refer to as pretty, but the Peophin knocks it out of the park. The dark streak down the back and the underbelly combined with the fur makes it look a lot more like a prehistorical seal-esq creature, and little details like the mask being made out of stone are perfect. The mane is also quite pretty and adds a much needed pop of color.

Both the UC and converted versions are great, though I'll give the UC a minor edge for having a slightly more unique shape to the ears/fins and having the tail elements be more visible.

Royal: What I like about royal Peophins is that they take the idea of the Peophin's head plate and gem and expand on it, both by wrapping it around the ears to make a kind of crown and by adding lots of complimentary jewelry. I also like how the robes flow nicely with the body and make logical sense for an underwater creature. Both the royal girl and boy are good and match each other well, though between the two I do like the royal girl a bit more just because of the lovely palette.

Stealthy: Slightly unusual for a ninja colour but still very cool, the stealthy Peophin feels like it was also made with the water in mind. Lose-fitting cloth ninja robes are replaced with water-friendly mesh, and there's a bunch of metal holding bands that compliment the usual head plating. I also think that it's neat that they have a tie around their mouth similar to the reins of a normal horse. Also, the unclothed base, while much simpler, is also pretty nice.

BONUS: I'm normally of the opinion that faerie pets are best with markings, whether they be swirls, layers of color, or speckles, so that they're not just a normal Neopet with wings attached. However, while I would've loved to see some light pink swirls around the hooves and tail of the faerie Peophin, it still looks really nice. This is mostly because the lavender base is complimented by pink and silver accents, making it different than a basic Peophin.

Also, the UC/styled version is stunning; the pose is super fluid, the shading is really good, and the slightly different, more defined anatomy in the face really adds something. The converted version is still nice enough, but the wings are a bit too small and washed out color-wise, having lost the yellow dots in them.

They also screwed up the wing shape a bit; it's easier to see in the original Battledome poses, but the wings are one single wing that should run down the back rather then overlapping. They only overlap in the styled art because of the perspective on the tail that isn't present in the converted version.

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Cream Silk Robe à la Française, ca. 1770, French.

MFA Boston.

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hai i never posted this on tumblr but simeon enjoyers rejoice a little hurt comfort with my favorite angel!! ~1k words

Diavolo is so foolish, Simeon couldn’t help but think for the nth time as he watches you flinch away from the demons passing you in the grand hallways of RAD. Humans are fragile. You’re bound to get hurt with all those vile creatures around, no matter the trust he places in Lucifer to keep you safe.

You’re a lamb to slaughter, a poor, helpless thing, waiting to be snatched up.

He can’t let you get hurt, so he takes to becoming your guardian. Mammon does an alright job protecting you, but a little divine intervention never hurts, no?

Making sure to place little blessings on you here or there, encouraging Luke to do so as well. Finding excuses to hang out with you, it’s a safety measure.

Blessings turned into wards, wards strong enough to make lesser demons burn at your mere touch. You, sweet thing, none the wiser; never the wiser.

Simeon turned to his days of study in the Celestial Realm, trying ever so hard to remember stronger and stronger wards and enchantments for you. Silly human, you need to stay safe. What these demons would do to you if given the chance… his heart aches for you.

Solomon, an ever diligent housemate — is hardly human at this point, really, was it even fair for him to be one of the only two human reps? — is helpful, he has his fair share of old spell books and ancient scrolls.

Simeon spends sleepless nights working on making the perfect protection spell for you. One that would ward any demon away, any foul human, only angels and those pure of heart should even be able to be in your presence.

Perhaps his gentle intentions have picked up an intensity he hadn’t foreseen, maybe his urge to protect you has turned into a need. But truly it was your fault. A clumsy creature, one that is hopelessly defenseless, in the den of darkness.

Angels don’t get angry, Simeon can’t remember a time he’s ever felt anger. Intense sadness, sure he’d mourned Lucifer’s fall; the brothers’ fall. But never anger, not until today.

How could such monsters hold such bitterness inside, that makes them prey on pretty things like you? It makes him sick.

Your pretty skin marred with tiny nicks and bruises from the rough way the demons handled you, tear stains on your cheeks, making your eyes glimmer in more than just sadness. Seeing you in pain hurt. Poor human….

Divine power flows through his body, disintegrating the scum that dare lay a hand on you. The wards on you, you sprawled out on the altar, tainted by dark magic, should have held. Your attackers must have been planning this for a while, whatever evil ritual they had been planning, oh, his heart.

Surely demons, middle classed demons, should know better, know an angel’s claim when they see one. Lost souls need to repent.

They burn into nothingness, bodies going into the beyond and souls going to the place where they’ll get what they deserve.

How could he neglect you, dear one. Simeon bundles you into his arms, his white robes staining with dirt and blood marks. Nothing a good run through the washing machine can’t fix.

“Oh, MC,” Simeon coos down at you in empathy. “Poor dear, let me get you home.”

You sniffle pathetically in his arms, clinging to the warmth that radiates from him. His heart is pounding hard, an emotion he’s never felt before filling him as he takes in the ashes around the two of you.

Sinners.

Your eyes are hazy and he knows you’re probably not quite in the moment with him. For the best, probably, for this torture to not be etched into your memories.

With a kiss on your head he opens a door, an angelic gateway, to Purgatory Hall. Solomon jumps to his feet, startled off of the couch, approaching the two of you, taking in your ragdolled figure in Simeon’s arms.

“What happened?”

“Demons,” Simeon hisses the vile word. “I should have insisted they not leave without me finishing my spell.” Bitter words leave his mouth quickly. He huffs heavily. “My heart….”

Solomon follows Simeon quietly to his room, watching him place you tenderly on his mattress. Simeon tears the zipper of your jacket in his haste to remove it.

“Shoot,” he murmurs. He opens the front of your jacket, winces at the cuts littering your chest. Large hands on your fragile chest, warm magic leaking into you, stitching your skin back together. Healing magic taxes him, but Simeon has to heal you. His heart can’t stand seeing you all messed.

“Solomon, you’ll help me with this blessing, right?”

“Sure, what do you need me to do?”

You wake up feeling so warm, tucked into soft, fluffy clouds. A content sigh leaves you and you turn your face into your pillow. Where had you fallen asleep…? When for that matter?

The last thing you remember, gosh, the last thing you remember was walking home from RAD. That’s it. When did you get home?

A yawn escapes you as you push up, blinking around — was this Simeon’s room? Bleary eyes take a couple of hard blinks to clear. Next to you the covers shift and, oh!

Simeon stirs from sleep with a soft smile, “you ‘wake?”

“When ‘id I get here?” You question, words thick with sleep.

“Oh,” Simeon is much more awake now, sitting up next to you. “You don’t remember?” Sadness weaves into his voice.

“Did something happen?”

“You were hurt. I found you, being used as a sacrificial lamb, poor dear.” Simeon cups your face with his bare hands. Leaning his forehead onto your own as he finishes.

“Sacrifice? What?” You furrow your brow, mind racing to fill in the gap of time missing from your mind. The beginnings of fear trickled into your mind.

“Mean, mean demons. I’ll keep you safe, heart..” Simeon vows, pulling you into the safety of his arms. You don’t fight as he holds you tight in his embrace.

You know he means it, he’s been nothing but kindness incarnate. Simeon would keep you nice and sound as long as you’re by his side. And with that you melt into him.

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Love Your Enemy (Dewdrop Ghoul x Male!Ghoul!Reader)

Summary: No one hated Papa's little fire ghoul more then Y/n - a newly summoned ghoul that struggled to find his place in Papa's pack. No one understands why the two ghouls hate each other so much until it comes to light their past - perhaps an intervention is needed.

Fandom: The Ghost Band (Swedish Band)

Pairing: Dewdrop Ghoul x Male!Ghoul!Reader

Triggers: Cursing, slight violence, sexual tension/dirty talk, and well Dew...Dew's his own warning label.

Auth. Note: The portrayal of Ghouls and Papa is from a fandom base and imagination alone; the personas of the band do not have anything to do with the real people behind the masks. I am a fan of their music and respect their privacy so their stage persona is separate from the real-life individuals in my works.

Workshop!

The perks of being Papa's ghoul were the accommodations and respect one got. The ability to be part of something bigger, do things you love, and at the same time find a place within a pack to form an unbreakable bond with each other. It certainly bet Hell by a long shot. Still, every coin is double-sided, and even with the good, there was always that bad side - such as how Y/n was struggling to fit into his new pack. Being a newly summoned Ghoul for Papa Emeritus the 3rd he still had things to learn. Struggling with being topside was always the worst - it had been forever since he'd been summoned by someone besides selfish little teenagers. He didn't have the best rep when it came to being summoned so when he'd crawled from the summoning circle he feared he'd see another eager but terrified face girl at a slumber party or some shit. Instead, he had been greeted by a man wearing skull paint and funny-looking pope robes alongside a few figures clad in black attire and wearing silver masks.

Y/n was a ghoul - he could sense those of his own kind right off the bat and he didn't like it. Fuck it actually had terrified him more than the teenagers. He'd even asked if he'd been thrown into another circle of hell or some shit. But no, Y/n had been topside, and after his contract had been confirmed with 'Papa' he had been carefully whisked away by the other ghouls. He would have liked his stay better if he hadn't realized a little too late who all the ghouls were. Not that it was bad. Quintessence ghoul named Aether was the most welcoming and Y/n felt at ease immediately with him as soon as they were locked behind the walls of the ghoul's quarters. Then there was the multi-ghoul Swiss who's personality was a bit flirty but he gave off a best friend vibe that Y/n digged - he imagined they'd be hanging out a lot together. There was an Earth Ghoul named Mountain who barely spoke but had a calm and kind aura. A Water ghoul named Rain was soft-spoken and a bit shy. Despite being older than Y/n he gave off the vibe that Y/n would probably do almost anything for him. The Ghoulettes were away and he couldn't meet them just then but it was the Fire ghoul of the pack that made Y/n's hair raise on his arms and make his tail twitch uncontrollably. He knew that fucking stance and those eyes even behind the silver mask. He knew his scent before he'd ever fully registered who was standing in front of him. And Y/n knew he was fucked.

It took months for him to get comfortable with the new routine. His own traumas made it hard to connect with people but at least he had music and his pack mates that were patient with him. Except when it came to Dewdrop. The pair were at it every chance they got - their presence announcing each other through hisses and low rumbling growls. No one understood why they were on edge with each other. During practice on stage, Dew would make a show of crowding Y/n as if showing a sign of dominance but Y/n would only return the favor with a headbutt that to anyone else would have looked almost brotherly or affectionate but in fact, made Dew's head vibrate with the force through his mask like two goats locking horns. It got so bad that Rain often had to take Y/n away from the fire ghoul to calm down him while Swiss and Aether distracted the firecracker.

Today was of no difference as Y/n effortlessly ducked as a cup went soaring over his head to smash into glass shards on the kitchen floor. "Fuck you swing like a girl." Y/n snorted with a feral grin behind his mask as he placed the kitchen island between him and the pissed fire ghoul.

"Oh look I think I actually see flames coming out of your mouth there, Dewdrop! And here I was thinking you were just a imp." this caused Dew to snarl and launch himself across the island but before Y/n could meet him across to deck him an arm wrapped around his middle yanking him back just as another grabbed Dew's tail to jerk him backward.

"For fucks sake, it's only 7 in the morning! What's this about now?!" Aether's tired voice growled as he got a struggling Dew into a headlock.

"Fucker ate my last yogurt." Dew spat gripping with claws at his packmate's forearm.

"Yogurt?" Swiss snorted from behind Y/n as he idly rested his chin on top of the smaller ghoul's head. "You're fighting over a fucking tub of yogurt Dew? Really?"

Y/n smirked leaning back into his bandmate and stuck his tongue out at the other who only struggled against Aether's hold like a wet cat ready to claw someone's eyes out.

"Okay, that's enough! What the fuck is this all about?!" Aether boomed shoving Dew down to pin him like a thrashing bull. "You've been at this since the moment Y/n was summoned! It's been months!" he huffed just as Rain and Mountain came in seemingly woken up from the shouting and commotion from the kitchen.

"What's going on?" Rain asked blinking sleepily

"Y/n and Dew are at it again." Swiss huffed taking a playful chunk of Y/n's pointed ear like a nip of disapproval but the action was caught by Dew and the fire ghoul snarled.

"Fucking hell Aether get off!"

"Not until you tell us what the hell is going on! this is ridiculous, you're packmates now!"

"I don't claim that....thing." Dew sneered at Y/n and the latter flashed a cheeky smile in return

"Alright, that's it." Mountain rumbled in frustration as he walked over and grabbed Dew by his scruff as if he weight nothing and then hauled Y/n over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes before stalking out of the room with the others trailing behind curiously.

The large ghoul went down to the basement of the Ghoul's chambers were usually their equipment was kept when not in their rooms - a place where they usually just hung out watching movies and playing games together. It was isolated and a large circular room with one door that led in and out. The Earth ghoul dropped the pair onto the carpeted floor before pointing a finger at them in warning.

"You will not leave this room until you sort out your problems!"

"You're locking us in a room together? That's not the smartest choice big guy." Y/n crossed his arms looking away from Dew

Mountain stalked forward until he was looming over the smaller male causing the other to look up but shrink at the look on his face. Mountain hardly ever got mad but that look in his eyes right then made him want to get on his knees and beg for forgiveness. He swallowed thickly as he forced down a whine as the other reached up a hand to tip his chin up to look at his eyes.

"You will stay in this room until I see fit that you won't kill each other outside of these walls. Fuck it out, fight it out, I don't give a rats ass but you two are not leaving this room until you are not at each other's throats anymore. Fix whatever shit this is, okay honey?"

Y/n nodded dumbly and watched as the others silently filed out - the sound of the door locking from the outside was loud in the quiet space but neither he nor Dew moved for the longest time until Dew got agitated and shifted further into the room.

"Out of all the fucking ghouls to summon Papa had to summon you didn't he?"

Y/n's head snapped over towards him and his lip curled. "What the fuck is that supposed to mean? It's not like I wanted to be summoned, asshole!"

"You took the contract. He would have easily sent you back if you didn't want to join us, dipshit." Dew fired back and Y/n's mouth clamped shut with a click.

It was true, he could have said no to the contract and Papa would have sent him back. But the truth was, Hell was far worse than what his life top side was right now; it wasn't a place he wanted to remember or go back to anytime soon. Sighing Y/n made his way to the couch and sunk down into the cushion staring up at the ceiling with dull eyes.

"Was it really that bad?" Dew finally spoke up and Y/n could feel the burn of his stare on his face.

The ghoul snorted and lowered his gaze to meet the familiar color of Dew's irises he actually once fell for. He shrugged and licked his lips thoughtfully. "Fucking sucked ass, dude....especially after you left."

A heavy silence fell in the room and Dew shifted on the couch he sat on until he was near Y/n. "I didn't want to leave you there alone, Y/n..."

"But you did. You chose your freedom over your mate...and I supposed I shouldn't have blamed you as much as I did all those years. If I had been given the choice...I probably would have taken my freedom too."

Dewdrop's face twisted slightly and Y/n was reminded as he scanned the familiar features why he'd fallen for the spitfire in the first place. He had been so beautiful when they first met - feral and wild like the flames of hell themselves. He was still so beautiful now but there was more ease about him after being on top side for so long. The fire was there still sure...but it wasn't as if either of them were a mindless demon anymore. Still, fuck had it hurt when Dewdrop left Hell to stay in the real world.

"So, you uh...found yourself a family up here then that kept you tethered huh? I mean....I get it. They're great. I probably wouldn't have the heart to leave them either. Or Papa. That eccentric doofus." Y/n's lip curled slightly in an attempt at a friendly smile but Dew's intense stare made it drop.

"I didn't take another mate...Y/n..."

"And what if I did?" Y/n's challenge caused that perfect jawline he remembered nipping at clench as Dew launched himself at the other.

Strong thighs bracketed Y/n's frame as Dew gripped the back of the sofa to lean closer; his nose almost touching Y/n's as their eyes stared at each other. A snarl flashed his white fangs and a long-fingered hand slid up the column of ashen flesh to grip his jaw.

"Then I will have Papa summon that motherfucker, I will force you down until you're gagging on my dick and after I blow my load down your throat I'm going to fuck you in front of them." he snarled lowly feeling the way Y/n's throat constricted in a hard swallow and getting lost in the colors of his irises.

"A-and if that's not what I want?" Y/n panted out against Dew's lips that hovered above his.

"Oh baby boy...you won't have a fucking choice. You're mine. I had you first. my mark...." The guitarist's fingers tugged down the shirt collar to stare at the patch of skin between shoulder and neck before a curse escaped him.

"Fuck~ You still have my mark..."

Y/n whined and arched up into the ghoul straddling him; gripping his slender waist to pull him closer. "Of course I still have it. I'm a demon with morals, you asshole... You honestly think I found dick better than yours?" he let out a shaky laugh but Dew merely pressed his lips to the fading scarred mark on his skin making another whimper escape Y/n lips.

"Dew....Please..."

"Fucking hell, firebug." Dew's fingers sank into the soft hair and yanked Y/n's head back until his mouth parted in a gasp which he took full control of.

Dewdrop's tongue slipped into his mouth to tangle with his mate's and he groaned at the familiar taste of him; pressing down until Y/n felt nothing but the fire ghoul above him. When lungs screamed they parted for air - a string of saliva connecting their panting breaths.

"Fuck all that shit...turn around I'm about to fuck you until you can't remember anything but my name and after that I'm renewing that bloody mark - your mine Y/n!"

~

Rain tapped his foot on the step as he chewed on his fingernail glancing at the others in the stairway. He cleared his throat before speaking his voice at a little higher pitch than usual.

"Did anybody know about...." he trailed off. " I mean should we..."

Swiss bit his lip as he looked towards the locked door when another cry of pleasure sounded from behind it between the snarls. The scent of sex and arousal seeping from beneath the door caused his pants to tighten a bit.

"Know that our Dewdrop had a mate all this time in hell that he abandoned? Fuck no."

"A-ah." Rain nodded and looked helplessly at Mountain who merely shrugged and bent down to pick Rain up bridal style.

"Come on Raindrop." he walked up the stairs leaving Aether and Swiss staring at each other.

"Fuck it!" Aether threw Swiss over his shoulder and bolted up the stairs to his room with a giggling Swiss behind him.

Now it's safe to say the fights didn't end up with any more glass shattering during the mornings or shouting matches over the stupidest stuff. But the Sister who took care of their laundry sure did have to stop by a lot more often than usual.

Taglist: @kattreffic

If anyone else wishes to be on a taglist for future Ghost oneshots or fictions please let me know!

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9 Lines, *looks at smudged writing on hand* some People Tag

I was tagged by @sarandipitywrites <3

Obligatory enby rep just dropped for All of our Lives:

Just when he wanted to knock a third time, the door was ripped open with so much vigor, it slammed against the wall and a few fibers of dried moss fluttered down from the roof. Ross flinched, clutching the crutch to keep himself upright as his left leg spasmed. A figure filled the doorway, a head and a half taller than him, with thin, pale green hair and wrinkly, sun-tanned skin. They wore a robe of indeterminable shape and color, like dirt and grass and rotting leaves made clothing. A strand of ivy wrapped around their neck and dangled down their front, and they waved a fossilized toad on a stick around as they called out in a booming voice. “Toad eyes and wasp wings and worm— Ross? Is that you?” The toad-on-a-stick was lowered. “Hello, Lichen.”

I barely know a single person to tag anymore, let alone 9, so I'm just gonna tag a third of that :p If you feel like doing it @the-inkwell-variable @winterandwords and @starlit-hopes-and-dreams

[chaifootsteps]

With that Adam model sheet out, the stans can no longer claim he's fat rep

Like they already couldn't because he's not at all fat but he's literally drawn with a flat chest and stomach all the way down to the bottom of his robe in his own damn model sheet

The man is not fat and never was

Nope. Just another insufferable skinny twink in a sea of insufferable skinny twinks.