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chikaras-garden · 6 months

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Batboys as things that go bump in the night

So what if he’s not human?

Pairings: Bruce Wayne, Dick Grayson, Jason Todd, Tim Drake, Damian Wayne x fem!reader

Contains: Monsterfucking. Dubcon. Unprotected piv sex in Dick’s, Jason’s, and Damian’s. Blood in Bruce’s. Somnophilia and light breeding kink in Dick’s. Knotting in Jason’s. Oral sex (f!receiving) in Tim’s. Degradation in Damian’s.

Notes: 18+ or you’ll be blocked. Happy Halloweekend angels!

BRUCE WAYNE 🦇

A loner. A constant shadow over Gotham. A collector of all things macabre. And now, he has his sights set on you. You’re a pretty thing, dressed in all black at a late-autumn gala, and you can feel the intensity of his gaze on you even when your back is turned.

So it’s no surprise that, when you tempt fate by rounding a corner into a deserted hallway, you are not alone.

Stepping out of the shadows, Bruce’s hand clamps around one side of your throat, leaving just one side—the side of your pulse—exposed for his lips. He kisses you there far more than he kisses your lips, nibbling and suckling the soft flesh over your pulse. Your heart beats faster and faster as your knees go weak, but his arm tightens around you.

“I have you, darling,” he husks. His skin is cold against yours, but perhaps that’s because the all-consuming presence of a man like this makes your blood run hot.

His other hand comes up to cup your flushed cheek, thumb dragging along the shape of your face as if he’s trying to memorize you.

“So warm. Such soft skin,” he murmurs, bending his head low and kissing your neck. “Such a beautiful creature.”

Something twists in your stomach when he says that—creature. An instinct tells you to run, but you quickly realize that the look in his eyes has you completely enthralled. He’s watching you with purpose, always keeping your eyes locked as if looking away from you will break the spell he has you under.

“I have to taste you,” he whispers, voice raw with a strain whose source you cannot place. He inhales deeply and lets out a low, feral noise before you feel a twinned shock of pain that makes you gasp: blood rushes to your neck and spills from your broken skin onto his waiting tongue, which greedily laps at the sweet nectar he just stole.

DICK GRAYSON 🦇

You never remember what happened the morning after your nights with your blue-eyed visitor in black, but you can’t stop the way your body aches for the mysterious stranger. At first, you thought he was a dream, but even you know that your unconscious can’t conjure up something as beautiful as him.

He wakes you by laying on top of you, pushing his hot-as-Hell flesh against yours. You didn’t go to sleep naked, but you’re naked now; your clothes are gone, but you’re covered with him, his mouth latched onto one of your nipples, one of his hands painfully squeezing the other, and his red-tipped cock already bullying its way into your slick folds.

It hurts, but the ache is so dizzying that you can’t bring yourself to care, especially when you’re aware that you won’t remember this by morning anyway. You feel as if you’re being burned alive and made new in just the way he wants you. And that feels good, doesn’t it? Why else would you have woken up with your pussy soaking wet?

He picks his head up just enough to watch you watch him while his tongue traces the outer edge of your areola and flicks your nipple in slow strokes, teasing it into hardness with just the tip of his tongue. He’s kneeling between your legs, and his free hand slides down to gently stroke your belly—which is when you notice that his fingers, like his cock, are tipped with blood-red skin.

Then comes his dark murmur, “Let me fill you, pretty thing. Let me give you a little gift to help you remember me.”

Your breath catches and, once again, he latches on—teeth first, this time.

At the same time, he thrusts into you, cock heavy and fire-hot, searing your skin and all but tearing you open while you keen and grasp at him, fingernails scraping down his back. His warmth is inescapable as he thrusts into you with inhuman force.

And you swear that, when he comes, filling you with his infernal seed, you catch a glimpse of a ruby glimmer in his once-blue eyes.

JASON TODD 🦇

Honestly, you handled finding out that your boyfriend is a werewolf remarkably well. But because you’re a human, he has one rule: no knotting. That is, until an October full moon has him more feral than usual, trapped in a rut that he’s powerless to fight against.

Jason has you hiked up against his chest, barely balanced on his thick thighs with your panties shoved aside. One finger is pressed firmly against your clit, the claws that come with his half-transformed state lightly grazing your sensitive skin. He’s already buried inside of you, thrusting so shallowly that he may as well be humping your innermost walls.

“Oh, fuck,” he groans, dropping his head onto your shoulder. His skin rages with heat while his muscles tremble, lips mouthing along any inch of your skin that he can reach. Head heavy on your shoulder, he rasps out broken sentences, each cut off by animalistic whimpers and whines. “God, fuck— I can’t— I shouldn’t— You’re—”

You have one hand tangled in his hair, thumbing the soft black-and-white fur that crawls up along his hybrid ears. His cock, impossibly thick already, stretches you even more open than you already were, and you throw your head back to let out a moan of mixed pleasure-pain.

“Fuck,” he whispers, because he feels it too. “Baby, I’m— It’s—”

“Let it,” you gasp, feeling lightheaded with the pain of Jason filling you so completely, cockhead swelling so full that he couldn’t pull out even if he wanted to. “Please, please, Jason, I need it.”

All that gets you is another guttural groan from him, a sound as close to a howl as he can make without being fully transformed. Still swelling, his cock is thick, heavy, hot—pulsing inside of you, begging to stay there, to fill you, to mark and mate with you. You can’t imagine what it must look like, but you know that the feeling is divine: this oneness, this wholeness, is something you’ve never felt before. It’s almost enough to dull how much your pussy aches.

“Jason,” you moan, tears filling your eyes.

“I know,” he soothes, trying to stay sturdy and stable for you even though his whole body is trembling. “Fuck, it— Baby, you feel so good. Such a good fucking girl, letting me mate with you. Gonna make you feel amazing, I promise.”

TIM DRAKE 🦇

“Stay still,” Tim teases, clawed fingers clamping down on your hip. “Or no rewards.”

Your back is pressed against the chilly, damp wall of the bat cave, and your clothes are shreds around your feet. You know this is all your fault, that you should have avoided the man who has only made his obsession with you painfully clear. As soon as the half-dragon spotted you—his treasure, his paramour, his little human love—he pounced.

Half changed with pewter green scales climbing up his skin and pupils narrowed into reptilian slits, Tim wastes no time in turning your clothes into ribbons of fabric in effort to get to you.

And then he drops to his knees, burying his face in between your legs.

The forked tongue laves up and down the folds of your pussy, skirting along the outside of your sopping hole until you’re shuddering, clinging to him. His hand digs in harder, talons piercing the soft skin of your ass, scaly palm forcing your cunt against his mouth until you feel the sting of sharpened teeth against your mound.

Even though his teeth sting your pulsing flesh, even though his licks are too fast to be completely pleasurable, you feel yourself grow slick around his tongue. Your head falls back against the wall and you begin to pant, heart beating so fast that you start to feel faint, teetering on the edge of consciousness.

His forked tongue reaches impossibly deep within you. The fleshy muscle feels wrong but also so good, skin fading from soft pink to greenish-black, its texture rough and bumpy, stimulating you from more directions than you have ever felt at once.

He licks all the way to your cervix—a thing no mere mortal man could ever do to you—greedily biting, sucking, and growling against your throbbing, abused pussy until finally you come with a pitiful, worn-out scream.

You feel his ice-cold lips pull into a smile as he breathes, “Good human. Now give me another—or three more. Maybe five.”

DAMIAN WAYNE 🦇

You go to the guardian of an ancient library for help but, poor you, the sphinx’s riddles prove too challenging for you. In accordance with the legends, you expect to be smited on the spot, or at least banished, but instead—the sphinx shifts to his human form and decides that you are his.

How lucky it is that Damian decides he likes you enough to keep you captive instead of simply killing you as punishment. How lucky it is that he is clever enough to find a use for your frail human form. How lucky it is that he doesn’t find mating with you as repulsive as he originally thought.

“At least work for it,” he drawls, stifling a yawn while he leans back on the emerald-green settee. His arms are spread, powerful shoulders and biceps making him look even bigger than he already is. No, he never touches you—that would be demeaning—but he does offer you the privilege of riding his cock until you make yourself come.

You close your eyes and drive your hips forward and down, trying to strike the spot inside you that only he can reach. No sooner than your eyes flutter closed, though, he snaps his fingers in front of you.

“Look at me, pet.” His head rests on the back of the chair, lips parted with every breath that makes his chest slowly rise and fall. His face looks warm and you wonder what it might feel like to kiss those plush lips—but you’re also coherent enough to realize that he’s measuring his breaths on purpose.

You’re getting to him. You think. You hope. Maybe if you please him, he’ll let you go.

He shifts his hips up and you cry out, nearly losing your balance on his powerful thighs, but a warm hand suddenly cups your ass to drag you back into place. He leans forward, stomach flexing, and murmurs in your ear, “Can’t even do this without help, can you? Useless little human.”

#batman x reader #bruce wayne x reader #dick grayson x reader #nightwing x reader #jason todd x reader #red hood x reader #tim drake x reader #damian wayne x reader #🌸— mine.#🌸— bruce wayne.#🌸— dick grayson.#🌸— jason todd.#🌸— tim drake.#🌸— damian wayne.#🌕— dark content.

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some-bunniii · 3 months

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Lucifer confessing to an artist reader

・❥ Lucifer gets jealous, and has to prove his love for you

x: WOW this was a rollercoaster to write. Alastor being petty, a musical number, and.. 😏 you’ll have to read and see!

warnings: Mild swearing

“Mreow?”

You stirred slightly under the covers in your bed, waking from the noise. You were so warm and cozy, in your little nest of pillows that you hugged to your chest. Stilling yourself, you strained your ears, listening for whatever had awoken you.

“Mreooow,” came that needy, animalistic cry again.

“KeeKee?” You whispered hoarsely.

A high-pitched chirp answered your question.

Grumbling in protest, you grasped the sheets and pulled them from your face. Squinting at the morning light emanating from the large windows on the other end of the room.

You rubbed a hand down your face, in an attempt to squeeze out the exhaustion still fogging your mind. With a sigh, you pivoted, placing your feet on the cold, wood floor beneath.

Now where was that furball?

You scanned the room, before your eyes landed on the small black and white cyclopean cat. She sat on your nightstand, her tail swishing with happiness as you answered her call.

“You silly kitty, what do you want so early in the morning?” You questioned her, and received another chirp as a response.

You always found it fascinating that the small feline was actually the key to the hotel, created by Lucifer’s magic as a gift to Charlie when she took over the place.

You could feel it, even now, that warm crackle of energy as it flowed off KeeKee’s fur. It was faint, but so familiar. If you buried her face in her fur far enough, you could even smell traces of his scent.

As you and Lucifer grew closer, so did KeeKee. She had started following around the hotel, always a few steps behind as you traveled the halls. This morning routine of hers wasn’t new either. Before, you’d open your door and find her sprawled out on the ground on her back, her belly exposed as she greeted you.

You started leaving your door cracked after that, allowing her to enter whenever she pleased. She’d make her bed on the same cushion Lucifer was so fond of while you painted, and drift into sleep.

Sometimes, you’d use her for practice sketches. Although you could only do so while she dreamed, as she was not as good at sitting still as Lucifer was.

It was almost as if she sensed the connection between the two of you, mirroring your bond with her own loyalty. With a soft smile, you reached out to pet KeeKee, feeling the comforting vibrations of her purrs resonating through your fingertips.

Rising from the bed, you made your way into the small bathroom. Twisting the sink handle, you let the fountain of water flow into the drain as it is heated.

Your eyes landed on the object next to the faucet, and you smiled unconsciously as you picked up the yellow rubber ducky.

“Your new soap dispenser,” Lucifer had stated one evening, “Easily compactible to take it on the go and.. with the scent of apple pie.”

He demonstrated by softly squeezing the sides of the toy, and a small glob of soap left its mouth and landed into the palm of his hand.

You had taken it from him and lifted it to your nose, inhaling a deep breath.

“Delectable.” You teased, before placing it on the table beside you.

After his little performance at the art studio, Lucifer’s affection towards you grew bolder by the day. He often arrived at your room with a gift or two, even more than his silly little ducks.

Once, he brought you a small violin, the color pure angelic white with golden strings. You had stared at it in awe when he set it on the table.

“It’s white for you to paint,” Lucifer had explained, “Whatever little fantastical ideas you have to cover this instrument with, I just know it’ll be amazing.”

You had blushed, before letting your fingers glide across its smooth surface. Tracing its frame, memorizing its shape.

“I was going to get you a fiddle, like my own. But, I believe this best suits the musical pieces you are so familiar with.”

You sat across from each other at the dining table in your room, arms resting lazily on its surface as you sipped from your glass of Spiced Apple Wine.

That was another gift he had brought you. Claiming he only enjoyed the taste of fine-aged wine from his personal cellar. You had gotten used to its slightly sour taste by now, but you were glad for that slight pinch on your tongue. It kept you from ogling Lucifer for too long.

The only light emanating from your room was the candles placed around you, their flames dancing, casting shadows across the walls. The soft ting of piano keys thrummed in the air, flowing from a small brown radio on your dresser.

Not too long ago, Alastor had given it to you for your personal use. A very rare gift from a demon like him. You had just assumed it was his way of getting you on his side, your unease of him must’ve been apparent enough.

Your years of attempted swindling by potential buyers for your pieces created a sixth sense, the ability to smell when someone’s words didn’t echo their intentions.

Even though you had no animosity towards him, and spoke to him frequently enough that you did not feel any kind of negative intentions from him, his mysterious past and psychopathic tendencies struck you as odd. His presence was dark and cold.

Nothing like Lucifer’s, who’s aura was so warm and energetic you could get drunk off of it.

Alastor’s? That would sober you up in an instant.

Why didn’t you feel the same about Lucifer? After all, he had the same charm that swooped those around him off their feet.

‘His ability to love,’ you concluded in your head, ‘that was why.’

He showed deep care for the people close to him, while Alastor always held people at arms-length. Literally and figuratively.

Your personal feelings didn’t mean you weren’t going to use the radio, so whenever you’d hear Lucifer nearing your room, you’d switch it to polka. Learning by now that was one of his favorite genres. It played in the background as you discussed the violin.

“I think it’s best if you taught me how to play, I might have some knowledge on musical history, but that doesn’t mean I know anything about the instruments themselves.” You had conceded.

He shook his head at that, “Nonsense. If there is anyone I know that could pick up skills like this quickly, it would be you.”

“What makes you think that?” You had laughed.

“Because, you’re amazing. Talented, with passion that could take on the world. You and my daughter have more in common than you think. A drive that I wish I had.”

That had stopped your train of thought, your cheeks heating once more. Most times you would try to brush off his comments, and continue on to the next subject, even if those words made it hard for you to fall asleep that same night.

But this time, you let his words linger in the air between you. The faint glow from the candles illuminating his face, his angelic features intensifying.

It was your turn to make a move, you couldn’t let him have all the fun.

Slowly, your hand traveled across the table, until your fingers grazed his own. Lucifer never pulled back, instead, he accepted your advance. Lacing his fingers with your own.

The two of you didn’t speak, you didn’t need to. The day could be filled with laughter and quick-wits. But, the night? That belonged to your silent bouts of affection.

Just two pairs of eyes staring out through the large open bay windows, the flickering lights from the city your own little TV.

What was he thinking about? You had wondered. You were aware of the divorce of his wife years ago, and the fracture of his family still weighed on him. Even if his relationship with Charlie was improving the day. Did he blame himself for his family splitting?

You had never pried him on such things, there was no reason to bring him more pain. He’d open up about it when he was ready, he always did.

Was that why he was slow to actually ask for your kindness? Your care?

Your love?

He was a showman, with a drive to impress strangers around him, to win them over with his charm and flare. But you weren’t a stranger, not anymore.

There was this tiny parasite that gnawed at the back of your mind, whispering such horrid things of him leaving you if you made the first move.

‘His pride is too great to let him be swooned completely by a lower demon,’ it hissed, ‘He just wants something casual, nothing truly real,’

Was that true? Would he reject you and move on? Surely, there were much stronger, much smarter demons than you in Hell that he could choose.

Maybe, you’d just have to grow a backbone and ask him.

‘Soon’, you promised.

The calming scent that wafted from the candles around the room pulled you away from such thoughts. Instead, you used your free hand to lift the wine glass to your lips, downing the remaining liquor. Your body blooming with warmth as it traveled down your throat, and your head turning fuzzy with bliss.

A gentle thump as KeeKee landed on the counter pulled you back to reality. You finished washing your face, and placed it into the cool embrace of the small towel in your hands.

Turning away from the sink, you walked back into the main room. KeeKee trailed you as you rummaged through your dresser, plucking out items of clothing as you began to change for the day.

“Come, KeeKee,” You called, clicking your tongue at her as you strided to the doorway of your room.

She responded with a chirp and raced past you, out into the hallway. You watched her scurry down the stairs as you headed for the lobby. You were supposed to finish the season of RuGaul’s Drag Race this morning with Angel Dust, and honestly, it was a pretty good show.

Unfortunately, the raised bump in the carpet right in front of your foot had other plans.

“Fuck!” You hissed as you fell forward, your arms instinctually raising to catch your fall.

You hit the ground with an oomph. Luckily, you caught yourself in time to not face any serious injury. Except the sting of your pride. You lay there defeated for a moment, the ache in your arms subsiding slowly.

“Well, hello down there, my friend!” Came a familiar call, static trickling from their voice.

“Hello, Alastor.” You greeted the Radio Demon with a painful sigh.

“It appears you’ve gotten yourself into a bit of a pickle, hm? Let me help you with that.”

Black tendrils gathered around you, they were unnaturally cold and you squirmed against their touch.

They tightened around you and lifted you up, up, and up until the soles of your feet were steady on the ground. They flowed off of you, disappearing like a shadow into Alastor’s form.

“Thank you, Alastor. That was very kind of you,” you spoke as you brushed dust off your clothes. You’d need to talk to Nifty about coming to your side of the building more often to clean.

“It was no problem, my friend. I could not just sit by and allow you to take such an attitude from that silly carpet.”

Alastor snapped his fingers, and the tiny lump in the carpet that had delivered the tripping blow vanished. Leaving behind a nice, smooth surface.

His head snapped back up to you, that large smile still plastered on his face. You were about to open your mouth again when his gaze landed on something behind you, past the railing.

“Ah, I see you have finished another one of your paintings! What a wonderful piece this is, yes, truly remarkable!”

He walked forward, and placed one hand on the railing. On the opposite side of the room, at eye level to the second floor, was a painting depicting a very large, glittering lake. A tall forest surrounded it, with massive snowy mountains as the backdrop.

Small winged-angels sat near the waters, feasting on grapes and wine as they enjoyed the summer sun. Some stood near white-freckled fawns as they fed them fruits and nuts, their faces lit in joyful smiles.

“Yes, it took me forever. Water is a pain to get perfect. Do you.. think it fits?”

“Of course it does, my dear!” His enthusiastic voice not missing a beat, “I think Charlie choosing you for this job was a marvelous choice! You must have taken much inspiration from some of the classic artists.. Perhaps Edgar Payne?”

A look of surprise crossed your face. He knew about the famous western landscape artist? Alastor didn’t seem like a fine arts kind of man to you.

“I used some of his techniques, yes. I didn’t know you had such knowledge, Alastor.” You responded, a hint of questioning in your tone. Prompting him to speak more about the subject.

Alastor waved his hand in the air in a brushing motion, as if it was no big deal.

“Oh, here and there. When I was alive hosting my radio show I once toured an art gallery for an advertisement. His pieces were on display, and I suppose his work has been imprinted in my mind ever since.”

“That’s very interesting, actually. I shouldn’t be surprised though, you seem to be in favor of many classic mediums.”

“Mm, yes. I just can’t stand the way modern society has seemed to falter from its most creative forms. I’m sure soon they’ll just start paying robots up there to make art for them.”

You doubted that, people using robots to make art? What was the point of it if not created by the human hand?

It was then you caught his eyes darting to something behind you, towards the staircase. Did his eye just twitch?

Alastor’s toothy grin widened further, which you thought couldn’t be possible. Before you could turn around and get a look at whatever had captured his attention, his gaze landed back on you.

He quickly sidled much closer to you, and placed his free hand on your shoulder. Your eyes widened at the touch, he’d never been brazen like this before. Let alone being this close to you.

Suddenly, he let out a loud, boisterous laugh at nothing particular. His head slightly shook from side to side like he just heard the funniest story in his life, which made you lean back slightly at his very odd actions.

“Oh, my dear, you are such a charm. Truly. I always enjoy our little talks about your ideas. You are so very passionate about your work.”

Your eyebrows raised in suspicion at his behavior. What was this man up to?

“We should definitely continue our talks sometime, perhaps, in the comfort of your study?” He questioned, placing his other hand on your shoulder, “Maybe, you could even teach me some of that history you have trapped in your noggin, mmm what was that era called.. the Renaissance?”

Your mouth parted slightly as you contemplated his words. He wanted to learn from you? You had never graced anyone with your teachings other than Lucifer, and you kind of liked it that way.

“Well.. I don’t know if-”

“Ahem.” Came a familiar, male voice from behind the two of you.

Your words caught in your throat. Uh oh.

You watched Alastor’s grin deepen into a knowing smirk. His eyes snapping to the figure behind you, eyebrows raised.

You pivoted, seeing the familiar pale face staring intensely at you, practically into your soul. You tried to smile at him, your teeth clenched painfully as you stood besides Alastor. His hand still on your shoulder.

You tried to speak through your eyes, desperately trying to tell him this was not something you had asked for. You weren’t sure whether he could read it.

Lucifer’s gaze diverted to the hand on your shoulder, and you could feel a crackle of scorching hot energy in the air around you.

“Why, hello there, your majesty.” Alastor greeted him with mock enthusiasm.

“What a surprise to see you here,” Lucifer responded, a slight growl in his voice. He straightened his back, leaning slightly forward on his staff, as though the scene before him was not a bother. He was terrible at hiding it though.

“Indeed. My dear friend and I were just discussing their paintings, aren’t they a wonder?”

“Of course they are.” Lucifer responded.

“We have such good conversations, you know, about their vast knowledge on the subject. It makes me envious really.”

He released your shoulder from his grasp, and you scooted an inch away from him.

“Perhaps, one day, you would care to join us? But I'm sure their line of work isn’t something you are interested in, hm?” Alastor’s words left his lips, and Lucifer’s teeth bared at that.

Alastor’s smile intensified as his own energy filled the room, an invisible dual of power was beginning to emerge between the two demons. It reminded you of what happened when Lucifer had arrived at the hotel for the first time, when they had fought for the position as Charlie’s father figure.

Alastor wasn’t an idiot though, Lucifer could eradicate him at any moment. Was just simply irritating the fallen angel his only motivation?

Was Alastor’s initial conversation with you just to pull the strings of what was happening now? Did he know Lucifer was coming to see you? That sly asshole.

Alastor turned away from Lucifer’s glare, and met your gaze.

“How is that radio doing that I gave you? I hope you’ve been putting it to good use, I was trying my hardest to

think of the perfect gift for you, and I just knew that you would be interested in it.”

“It was.. nice, thank you.. Alastor.” You responded, afraid what would happen if you ignored his question.

“My pleasure, dear friend. We’ve been through thick and thin, you and I. It’s only right I share with you a piece of my.. admiration towards you.”

Admiration?

Lucifer stalked up to the two of you, staring daggers in Alastor’s back. Clearing his throat, he let out a dark chuckle.

“I’m sure your little relationship is over-exaggerated,” He said, his tone passive aggressive, “I’ve hardly seen you in the same room together, let alone have such meaningful conversations.”

“But, of course we do! I was there the first day they walked through those doors. I was the one that welcomed them to their new home, and it was I who furnished their room in the first place. Seeing as barely anything has been changed or moved around, it is safe to say our connection is much deeper than you may think.”

You heard Lucifer growl again. His eyes flickering to a shade of red.

“Well, it’s too bad your gift is useless now.” Lucifer hissed, “They have an instrument of their own, which I have provided them.”

Alastor’s ear twitched at that, and he turned to you in mock fascination.

“Oh, an instrument? Did you know I used to play in a band?” He turned to you, his questions armed with ill intentions, “I would love nothing more than to give you a lesson or two!”

“I am going to teach them, actually.” Lucifer snapped, “I couldn’t imagine the terrible noises that would come from you plucking strings like a tone-deaf banshee.”

Alastor laughed at that before reaching out and grabbing your hand. You had the growing itch to rip it away, but his stare whispered dark things, and you relented. Allowing him to grip your wrist loosely.

“Well, this has been fun, and I would like to continue our talks,” He addressed you, “But I have important business to attend to within the hotel, as your faithful hotelier. Perhaps, later tonight?”

Your smile faltered for a second, giving him a slight glare. You weren't going to let him think you were falling for his games.

“Such a shame you have so much attention on you from so many others, those demons on the streets really look at you with such enamoration. My word, just practically begging for your attention! If only you would share all your ideas and knowledge with just me, you’d know how fantastic of a listener I am.”

“Others?” Lucifer asked incredulously.

Alastor ignored him, instead, he did something that you never expected.

He gingerly pulled your hand closer to his face, before leaning down slightly and placing a quick peck to your knuckles. You gasped, placing a hand over your mouth to cease it quickly.

It was meaningless, you could tell. An act to simply further spur on Lucifer’s rage.

“Why you pompous little fucking-!” Lucifer roared, but was cut off by Alastor’s maniacal fit of giggles.

Suddenly, the red demon evaporated into a large green cloud of smoke. A gust of freezing wind rushed you as he vanished. Behind you, Lucifer’s large hat was carried with the gust of wind, and he was left practically frothing at the mouth, his hair disheveled from the wind. His eyes still a dark sickly-red.

You strode up to him, placing a hand on his arm. Trying to get him to look at you.

“I promise you, we were not talking genuinely just then, Lucifer.”

“Do you have conversations with that creep when i’m not around? Have you been telling him the same things you’ve shared with me?”

You rolled your eyes, letting out a breath of hot air.

“Don’t be ridiculous, he’s just getting under your skin. I’ve barely spoken with him.”

“What did he mean by ‘others’? You have suitors that i’m not aware of?”

You leaned back, confusion spreading across your face. Was Lucifer.. jealous? Was the thought of other demons trying to get intimate with you.. bothering him?

“What? Well, I don’t know, maybe. It’s not like I-”

“It’s me who knows almost everything about you. I’m the King of Hell, what can anyone offer you that I can’t?”

What was this? He’s never spoken a word about courting you, which is why your feelings towards his affection were mixed. But now, he wants to?

“And here I thought I could make it to the overlord meeting in time,” He growled. Before his gaze was renewed with fresh determination.

He grabbed your hand, pulling you closer, and snapped his fingers.

Before you could blink, the area around you melted and transformed into a beautiful restaurant. You were sitting at an oak table, candles lit around you. A wine glass in front of you.

Lucifer materialized at the seat across from you in a very tight, clean black tuxedo with a red bow tie around his neck.

He gave you a playful smirk, before another figure strode to your table. You looked up, and saw.. Lucifer? Again? This time in a classic waiter outfit, an apron tied around his waist. He held a plate of food in one hand, before setting it down before you.

“You’re favorite dish, catered by yours truly.” Waiter Lucifer spoke confidently.

You looked down at the foodstuff on the plate, your mouth watering. It really was your favorite dish. You reached out to grab it, before you were thrusted into darkness again.

Where were you now?!

You were sitting on a very comfortable cushioned chair, and as you whipped your head around, noticed that there were rows and rows of the same kind of chairs.

“What the hell is going on?!” You yelled to the scene, but received no answer.

Placed in them were more.. Lucifers? They all whooped and cheered, clapping at whatever was in front of you. You turned your head, taking in the sight before you.

It was a lit stage. The curtain was closed, so you were unable to see what was on it. Suddenly, the curtain lifted, and there was Lucifer again, he held a Violin, similar to the one he gave you, but this time in pure gold.

He looked at you before gliding the bow across its strings, the echoes of its chords filling the room. You perked, recognizing its tune.

It was ‘Innsbruck, I must leave thee’! The same one he had asked you about when you caught him humming that one time.

Did he learn it… just for you? Your heart fluttered. Was this grandiose display just him trying to prove that he cared about you and your interests?

It continued for a moment longer, the strings on his instrument singing with raw power. It was a beautiful sound, and for a moment you were lost in it. Emotions from your past bubbling inside of you.

And then, he let go of the violin and it began playing on its own. It floated in the air gracefully as its tune continued. He leapt off the stage and landed right in front of your seat. He extended his hand, waiting for you to take it.

You hesitated for a moment, unsure of where you would be taken next.

“Luci..” You said, giving him a questioning look.

He only smirked at you, his eyebrows raised playfully. You shook your head, a smile blooming on your face at his theatrics, and laced your fingers with his.

Instead of being thrown into darkness like before, gold flashed around you as he teleported you somewhere distant.

This time, you were on the roof of a very tall building, you shook your head to rid yourself of the dizziness before taking in the sights around you.

You were in Pentagram city, Heaven high above you, it’s white glow helping to light the rooftop like a stage.

Your hand was still gripping his, and he did not pull away. Neither did you.

Suddenly, a tune began once more. Unfamiliar this

time, and you twisted your head to find where it was coming from, but to no avail. It seemed to be emanating from the entire space around you.

Was there a faint musical number playing in the background, or was that just your imagination?

Lucifer pulled you closer, his classic red and white hats by vest clung to his frame. His hat and overcoat nowhere in sight.

“Lucifer, what are you…” You trailed off, right as he opened his mouth and started to.. sing.

With treasures untold and riches divine,

I offer you the world, to make you mine.

His voice was like velvet, that boisterous playful demeanor apparent as he circled you around, you turned with him, never releasing his hand. He continued, his eyes never straying from you as he sang.

I can offer you kingdoms, castles of gold,

Mountains of riches, for you to behold,

Diamonds that shimmer, like stars in the night,

With every breath, with every sigh,

I’ll lavish you with riches, until the end of time.

His singing ceased, and you were rushed back into reality. You looked at him in awe, enamored by that pretty voice of his. It was ethereal, just like God has designed him to be.

You stood there for a second, eyes fixed on Lucifer’s hand as it entwined with yours. Your gaze traveling to those big, beautiful golden eyes that practically begged for your response.

In that moment, as the sun above illuminated his pretty face and his shining hair flowing in the gentle breeze, you realized how much you adored- no, loved this man.

Summoning all of your willpower, you answered. Your lips parted as your tongue began to form words of your own design. You didn’t call up any lyrics from pieces of past design. These words needed to be yours. Needed to say everything you desired and more.

I don’t want your magic,

I don’t want your gold,

I want your eyes on me,

Until we grow old,

The words left your lips, soft and buttery, as your confession rang through the air. You desperately hoped your voice didn’t sound like nails against a chalkboard, that it held some resemblance to his own angelic vocals.

His eyes widened for a moment, before they softened. A sparkle shining in them that wasn’t there before.

A genuine, heart-melting smile crossed his face as he listened to your words flowing from your tongue so gracefully, like water cascading from the Fountain of Youth.

You took his other hand, pulling him backwards, as you danced across the narrow rooftop, like ballerinas, your footsteps synced and graceful.

Suddenly, he turned you towards the edge, your heels mere inches from the ledge of the roof. For a moment, you felt like you’d slip and plunge into the depths, but those eyes of his held you steady in your mind.

Until his wings appeared behind him, beating softly, giving you air as he spun you slightly off the rooftop. A pulse of warm energy hit you, and your legs lifted out from under you. Like you were Jane with your Peter Pan, and his magic fairy dust was going to send you gliding off to Neverland.

For a moment, you felt like you had wings of your own. That feeling of absolute freedom, unchained from the ground as you floated for a moment before Lucifer pulled you back to reality.

Your feet hit the rooftop once more and you were breathlessly aware of your heart beating in your throat. Your gaze snapped back to Lucifer once more, and you felt one of his hands lowering to your hip, the other still entwined with yours.

Lucifer leaned forward, and you with him. Your back curved into an arch as he leaned above you, your lips inches from brushing against each other. You felt like exploding, those butterflies fluttering wildly in your stomach threatening to burst.

Both your mouths opened at once, and your words entwined with his as your lips moved once more.

Your caring touch abundantly clear,

It’s all i’ve ever known,

With you my dear,

I surely fear,

My heart will never be my own.

As your song ended, you felt your heart and mind clear instantly as your truth had finally been told. The look of pure adoration in his eyes was enough to have you trembling under his touch.

Lucifer pulled you back onto your feet, his breathing heavy and the feathers on his wings ruffled.

With both hands on your hips, you reached forward and cupped his face. Heat spread across your body as your fingers grazed across the small wisps of hair that curled around his ears.

“Darling, I-”

Before you could let him finish his sentence, you squeezed your eyes shut, and planted your lips against his. He froze for a moment, his breath hitching, before his hands around your waist tightened and he deepened the kiss.

You moved your hands from his face and instead wrapped your arms around his neck, grasping at his shirt collar with hungry desire.

His scent washed over you, and you drank it in with desperation. A sweet, crisp dose of apple cinnamon mixed with faint traces of roses. You thanked Heaven in that moment, for releasing them from their grasp, and right into your arms down here in Hell.

Your knees hit the ground the same time as Lucifer’s, and you felt the soft touch of his wings as they wrapped around you. Blanketing the two of you from the prying eyes of all the realms.

He pressed his face harder into yours as he cupped the small of your back. His teeth grazed the bottom of your lip, and you parted your mouth slightly, locking the two of you together even more intensely.

His lips left yours, and he planted feverish pecks across your cheek all the way to your earlobe. He bit tenderly on it, and you had to squeeze your lips together to stop from whimpering. He continued, trailing down your neck with hungry kisses, before burrowing his face into your shoulder blade.

You felt his teeth graze the artery in your neck, and you gasped, grasping at his hair desperately as pleasure coursed through your veins. His breath hot against your skin, tickling it.

“Fuck,” You moaned, and his response was to push you farther into bliss as he suckled on your neck. Waves of pleasure hit you once more, and you began to sloppily kiss the top of his shoulder, slightly exposed from your roughhousing.

Lucifer tightened his grip around you, pulling you as flush to his body as he could manage. You both sat there on your knees in a mix of breathless gasps and hums of pleasure.

You did not want this moment to end. Finally, the both of you had opened yourselves up to your true feelings. You smiled at the thought, and planted a kiss on his earlobe as he lifted his head slightly from your neck.

Suddenly, the watch on Lucifer’s wrist buzzed violently, and you heard him curse under his breath.

“Is that for your meeting?” Your voice came out in a hoarse whisper.

“Unfortunately,” He grumbled, before switching off the noise. He didn’t move from his position though, and you realized he was going to try and skip out on it.

“You should go.” You spoke, almost a command.

“Why? They’ve been fine without me for this long.”

“You’re the king,” You retorted, meeting his gaze sternly, “Go do your job, i’m not going anywhere.”

His look of distraught at having to depart sent another wave of butterflies into your body. You couldn’t help but smile before giving him another quick peck on the lips.

“Go.”

“Fine.”

You both stood up, and his wings uncurled around your body, disappearing into his back. His fingers still with yours, as he reached down for his hat that lay on the ground beside you. You released his grip and fixed his bow tie. Pulling his overcoat back neatly onto his frame, and adjusting it slightly.

You wiped the sweat off his forehead and smoothed down his hair. Attempting to tidy him up as quickly as you could so he wouldn’t be late. He smiled warmly as you fussed over him.

“Now, if you don’t mind,” You spoke softly, batting your eyelashes at him, “I need a way off this roof.”

He smirked, before grasping his staff and tapping it against the ground.

A flurry of gold wafted around you, and that same energy tickled at the back of your neck just like it did at the art studio. His face blurring from the cascading waves of warm light that wrapped around you.

“See you soon, My Love,” His voice echoed as your eyes shut and you felt that pull of energy. That feeling of floating on thin air hit you again, as you were warped away.

“There you are!” Angel dust threw his arms in the air in exasperation a few feet away from you, as the particles of gold that floated above you disintegrated. You blinked a few times, letting your eyes adjust to the lights in the lobby.

“Where were you this morning? I had to watch the final episode all by myself!”

Shit. That’s right. You placed a hand on your forehead, berating yourself silently for forgetting. Although you weren’t too regretful about missing out on it for Lucifer.

“I’m so sorry, Angel. I just got.. busy, I guess.”

He shrugged, brushing off his slight irritation.

“It’s alright, ain’t nobody hurt from it.”

He was going to turn away, towards the bar where Husk was readying drinks for the two of them, before his gaze narrowed in somewhere on your figure.

“Wait, what the fuck is on your neck?” He asked suddenly, his eyes giving you a questioning stare, as he motioned towards it.

You looked at him confused, before reaching up and running a few fingers down the side of your throat. Your eyes flew wide open in surprise, and your hand cupped your mouth as you felt it. Your cheeks set on fire instantly.

Apparently, as a final gift, Lucifer had left a rather large hickey in the crook of your neck. Both Husk and Angel leaned in to get a better look at it, their eyes widening in surprise.

“That dickhead finally did it, huh?” Husk spoke up, a knowing smirk on his lips as he cleaned glasses behind the bar.

Angel’s eyes lit up in delight, and he squeezed his own cheeks as realization dawned on him.

“Fucking finally! Does that mean you two are a thing now?”

You contemplated for a moment, before meeting Angel’s gaze once more. A smirk growing on your lips.

KeeKee appeared at your feet, rubbing at your ankles in greeting. You gingerly reached down and picked her up. She was so soft to the touch, and you caught the faint scent of Lucifer once more as she nestled into your chest.

“I guess so,” You finally replied once you situated the cat into your arms, “Now if you excuse me, gentleman, I need a breather.”

Angel whistled flirtatiously behind you as you walked away, and you couldn’t help the growing heat that hit your cheeks once more.

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a/n: let me know your thoughts!! i almost didn’t added the little singing bit but i cracked my knuckles and summoned the lyricist in me to have some fun. I mean, it can’t be Hazbin Hotel without a song right?

tag list: @ohnoivefallen @doodlebob2726 @coleisyn @loslox

#lucifer morningstar x reader #lucifer morningstar #i’m tired y’all i’m taking a nap #im writing this fic like im getting paid for it 🤣#over 6k words too?!#hazbin hotel

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anantaru · 4 months

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SWEET, TASTY, DELICIOUS, MH! + WRIOTHESLEY

wriothesley was just so insatiable when he got in between your thighs. wc. 700

・✶ ｡ warnings — oral (fem! receiving), softdom! wrio, petname: doll, baby, fem! reader

wriothesley believes you might just be the most delicious thing he's ever tasted before— and he drops down in between your thighs immediately, in fact, he doesn't need to be told twice, he loves making you feel good and rub his tensed tongue over your folds until you're begging for his cock.

a striking sight, in its majestic setting, was slowly unfolding when you wiggled your hips into his touch— delicately before his charming eyes, putting on a show as the duke believed it must be memorized forevermore, and worshipped until you felt bathed in bliss.

his hands were soft when they settled on your behind when he leans into it, his palms pressing heavy against your ass to move you into the position he desired you to be. "i will be gentle, always," wriothesley catches your eyes, "you ready, doll?" his words fan against the soft skin as you nod back at him.

a dozen of tiny little sparks streak right to your clit as he plants the first kiss on the excited nerves, the jolt of his plump lips on top of you materialize a heat from your pores, your back arching up as he licks you after yet another wet kiss— his large hands manhandling you up and down his mouth as he flicks his head left and right to splatter his spit all over your pussy.

having wriothesley so close to where you wanted him to be was to die for, in fact, you were awaiting this moment all day, not hesitating for a second as you parted your legs and braced yourself for how well he wanted to wrack your body tonight.

"come on now," his drowsy eyes glance up to you, and they held a spark within their expression, his entire tongue pushed out as he scans it over your pussy— allowing the pink muscle to nudge the sensitive knot so you could jolt up into his face and practically suffocate him with your thighs.

"fuck— shit, you can do it, baby," you watch his face before lacing your fingers into his gelled hair, caressing his scalp softly, a low groan flying from his mouth as you tug and twist his strands to push him deeper into your cunt. "fuck— baby," wriothesley whines, his noises breathless and needy before he drags his tongue between your folds where he attacks your sore clit, leisurely wrapping his plump lips around the nerves before toying with it.

you love how good it feels— how good he felt, and your nails were plunging into his skull while pushing him to stay right on your cunt— the knot in your stomach strengthening as you lose a hold of your hips, the repeated twitches and quivers due to the overstimulation being too difficult to control anymore.

wriothesley felt so sticky in between your thighs— and he really has no idea on just how desperate he looked right now, helplessly showing how insatiable he could become whenever you grind down on his tongue so your lewd scent would overturn his own.

and you realize that he welcomed the mess he made, always, it's when the humidity of his breath heavily slaps your clit that you're shuddering under his scorching-hot tongue— his face burned when he loses himself between the squelching noises and your pretty whines, and the bucks of his nose burying itself into your clit sends you deeper towards the edge.

his skin held a cherry red wine like the one you drink on important evenings, one you share between passionate lovers, from his cheeks to his neck— and there's a thin glow of what seemed like sweat glossed over his forehead when he digs deeper, curls his tongue down to insert it in your hole, needing more, yearning for more, filthier, please make it filthier.

#genshin smut #genshin impact smut #genshin x reader #genshin impact x reader #wriothesley x reader #wriothesley smut #wriothesley x you #genshin x you #genshin impact drabbles #genshin impact x you #genshin drabbles #genshin x y/n

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chaepink · 10 months

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K so imagine this:

Tutoring Hinata or Kageyama, (either one works cause they're both in desperate need of kicking up their grades) fucking them in a serpent's embrace-type position while they complete a study guide you prepared but edging them until they get 100% accuracy. Them breathily sighing out answers and occasional whines. Drilling the content into their heads while drilling them with the strap

Studying session | sub!kageyama tobio

wc: 1.4+ words | masterlist

dom!reader, begging, edging, pegging, reader is mentioned to be able to lift him up, slight spanking, degrading

note : i feel like i wrote this weird...

When you suggested that you would help tutor Kageyama for his upcoming test, he thought it was all going to be flashcards, tests, and strict tutoring. Although you did bring a study guide that you made for him to use, he didn't think you would propose an idea that made the whole situation a lot more interesting.

"Is the answer-" He cuts himself off with a whine as you continue fucking him with your strap. Every bounce of his body sends shocks throughout him.

"C-C?" He lets out another breathy whine as you smile. "That's right," you say, speeding up your movements.

The next question is harder, a question about information that Kageyama had trouble memorizing. It doesn't help that he's rather close to cumming either, with his hips jerking up and down, trying to match the pace you're setting.

"Is it C?"

"Sorry babe, but that's incorrect." You slow down your thrusts to an almost complete stop as Kageyama sobs at the lack of pleasure.

"N-No! I was so c-close, please!" He turns to you with tear-brimmed eyes, begging you to continue with your movements. You quietly shush him as you wipe away the tears that are about to fall.

"Shh, it's okay. There are still a few more questions left and you've done so well so far. How about you get these last ones correct and you'll get a reward?" He nods hesitantly at you, turning back at the study guide.

You begin your previous actions again and start slowly fucking in and out of him again. While it's enough to make him feel a bit of pleasure, it's still not enough for him. He needs more!

Though he was hesitant at first to agree to your... unique method of tutoring that includes some pegging, once he got into it, he began enjoying the idea a lot more. Of course, he's not going to verbally tell you that but you can already tell by his begging and actions.

With his back to your chest and him sitting on your lap, you're able to slip your hand under his shirt and play with his nipples every once in a while as he tries to answer the questions correctly. This also means that even a slight movement of your legs sends a bolt of pleasure up his body due to the strap in him moving as well.

"T-The correct answer is ngh! i-is B."

"That's correct." He whines as you speed up your actions. He can tell that you're purposely increasing the pace less than you would usually, knowing that it would drive him crazy.

As you ask him every remaining question that's left, he gets it right. All that's left is a particularly hard one that you may or may not have put there as the last question on purpose, knowing that you would have made him agree to your idea.

Kageyama takes some time thinking (although he can't do it very well, not when you're still inside him) before telling you his answer to the final question.

"Correct! That's awesome, baby." You give him a kiss on the cheek. "I'm so proud of you for finishing all this." A grin makes its way onto your face.

"You know what you get now, right?"

He twists his head to look at you, a blush adorning his cheeks as he stutters out an answer.

"A r-reward?" You smile at him.

"That's right." Grabbing him by the hips, you gently lift him up enough so you can slip the strap out of him, eliciting a whine out of him.

"[Name] w-what are you-"

"Don't worry, you'll get your reward. Just lay flat on the table."

Obediently, he does what you tell him to and lays his body on the table in front of him, making sure to remove the papers on it first. Due to how low the piece of furniture is, his knees lay nicely on the floor. He's in a near-dog position with his elbows on the table and you swear you can almost see a doggy tail waving side to side behind him.

You can't help but lick your lips at the view. Kageyama, your oh so adorable boyfriend, presenting his ass to you as he turns around and looks at you with innocent, pleading eyes. His current state hugely contrasts his usual stoic and serious demeanor.

You can just ravish him then and there, but you have to take it slow first. It's his reward after all. Grabbing him by the hips, you position your strap to his hole.

"Ready for your reward?" Instead of a verbal answer, Kageyama teasingly shakes his ass at you and you tsk, giving it a small slap. Kageyama whimpers at the delicious pain.

"Such a tease, aren't you? I need a verbal answer."

"Fuck y-yes."

In one smooth motion, you enter the strap inside him and begin fucking him with slow yet deep thrusts. Each and everyone one of them elicits a moan out of him.

It's not long until you eventually speed up and begin fucking him at a faster pace than before, one that has his knees weak, eyes about to roll back, and breathless. God, it feels so good, he thinks. The strong grip you have on his hips hurts but the slight pain only adds to the pleasure he's feeling.

You lean forward, your chest almost touching his back. Although he's lowering his face toward the table, you can still see how red his face is. With this new position, you're able to fuck him from a whole new angle as you talk into his flushed ear.

"I'm fucking you so good, isn't that right? I can tell by the way you're crying and moaning like a bitch in heat."

You teasingly blow cool air onto his ear, enjoying the way his body shivers.

"y-yes you're ah! f-fucking me so good!" He lets out another whimper and as you take a peek at his dick, you grin as you see how hard and red it is, pre dripping onto the floor.

"Answer this question, baby." You grab the study guide you made for him off the floor and put it in front of him, showing him a random question.

"f-fuck is the answer-" He cuts himself off with a choked moan as you hit a particular spot in him that has his toes curling and head thrown back, eyes rolling.

"What's that? Repeat it for me."

"i-is the a-answer D?" You shake your head, however, you don't stop your movements this time.

"That's incorrect. You got this right just minutes ago too." You feign a pout even though you know he can't see you. "Such a shame. Is it because I'm fucking you so well that you've turned stupid? Is that it? You've been fucked dumb, hm?" Kageyama nods, too fucked out to even process what you're saying or doing to him. All that he feels is the pleasure you're giving him.

"Before I was drilling all that information in your head now I'm drilling this strap in you, isn't that right? And you're enjoying it so much too."

Your thrusts continue to turn rough and the pace increases, making Kageyama let out of near scream as you hit all the right spots in him. His arms give up under him and he's laying flat on the table now. His knees are about to give up as well but the only reason they aren't is because you're holding onto his hips.

He's close, you know it.

"[Name] p-please!"

"Please what?" He lets out a choked sob at your feigning innocence. Another thrust from you steals the breath right out of his chest.

"i-im close! ah! pleaseplease-"

You pretend to think. "Hm... i don't know. You have been doing good when i was tutoring you though..." Kageyama immediately peeks up at you, face flushed even more and he looks like he's about to cry. How cute.

"i did good, i s-swear!"

"Alright, go ahead then and cum."

And he does. He lets out a moan loud enough that you have to cover his mouth, making sure the neighbors don't hear how much a slut Kageyama is.

He makes a mess all over the floor as his arms fall out from under him. Pulling out of him, you hear him whine as he clenches around nothing.

Oh, you just know he'll come running towards you every single time he needs tutoring from now on.

ty for reading to the end! ❤ - chaepink

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moremaybank · 5 months

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AIN’T A LONELY CHRISTMAS SONG — j.m

pairing: dad!jj maybank x mom!reader warnings: sexual innuendos (sort of), jj being a tad mistletoe obsessed, your daughters get into a tiny disagreement, mentions of pregnancy, i think that's it author's note: so i was trying to stay away from using names, but it was getting repetitive saying your older daughter and your younger daughter over and over so i gave them names. hopefully you find them cute LOL. also, this isn't technically part of my holiday event, but i wanted to write this to sort of kick things off ♡︎ naughty or nice ! ౨ৎ

“C’mon, pretty girl. It’s getting hard holdin’ on like this. You sure it’s not too big?”

“We just need to finesse it a bit. Nudge it a little to the left ‘n then we can slide it in.”

Beads of sweat started to form on JJ's forehead. His muscles were starting to cramp and he had to hold his breath to make sure he didn’t physically combust. “Okay, baby. How ‘bout now? ‘M I good?”

“Yeah. Okay. You’re good.”

With a collective heave, JJ pushed while you pulled, but the oversized tree seemed determined to resist. Then, after numerous strategic twists and turns, you managed to get the tree inside of your shared home. Needles of pine littered across your wooden floors like confetti.

JJ chuckled as he looked at the slightly dishevelled tree. “Well, you said you wanted the entryway to look memorable, right?”

You sent a glare his way. “Not what I meant, J.”

Soon, you heard the pitter-patter of tiny feet against your stairs, followed by two adorably shocked gasps. Your older daughter Avery sprinted down the steps, her little sister Elle hot on her trail as they rushed over to the two of you.

“Woah! Big tree!”

“Big tree,” Elle echoed in agreement. JJ crouched down, scooping her into his brawny arms and lifting her so she could get a better look. She reached out, her small fingers brushing against one of the branches and she retreated with a curious and excited squeal.

“Yeah, I think Mama went a little overboard. You agree?”

Avery clung to your side, her arms circling your hips as her chubby cheek smushed against your thigh. Big blue eyes gleam as they stare up into yours. “I think it’s perfect.”

You broke out into a smile, smoothing out some of the frizz on the top of her head. “Me too. Daddy just doesn’t see our vision.”

JJ rolled his eyes at that.

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Soon enough, Christmas music swirled through the air, and the sweet fragrance of your festive candle made your home smell like its own winter wonderland.

JJ used his manpower to retrieve all of your decorations from your basement, earning a sweet but fleeting kiss from you before you lugged it all over to the tree.

Boxes upon boxes of ornaments and other decor littered around the room, messily so as your girls dove in with eagerness. Their decorating skills were definitely…questionable, but neither of you could deny how adorable they looked as they overflowed the tree with everything they could find.

JJ instantly recognized that caliber of enthusiasm, knowing that his gorgeous girls had no doubt inherited it from their mom. The woman of his dreams had passed on everything he loved about her to their children, and it warmed his heart.

“Look at this, babe,” you said, peering at your husband over your shoulder.

JJ abandoned his place on the couch, crouching down beside you to get a look at what you were showing him. It was an ornament, a very worn one. Inside laid a picture of the two of you, huddling together with bright, toothy grins and Santa hats on your heads. You couldn’t have been more than twelve years old at the time. Your parents had invited JJ to stay over for Christmas, knowing full well that Luke wouldn’t try to give him much of a memorable day. They’d gone over the top, getting double the amount of presents and matching pyjama sets for the both of you. You’d crafted gingerbread houses (in which JJ had tried to make a competition out of it and lost severely), drank copious amounts of hot chocolate, and watched Christmas movies until you slumped together on the couch in deep slumber.

JJ smiled fondly. Those times were so precious to him, then and now. He’d just started to recognize that he was nursing a crush on you, and being with you at your favourite time of the year only made him fall for you more. Sure, he was just a kid in middle school. But that didn’t mean he was too young to realize how much adoration he held for you in his heart.

“You were so cute,” you gushed, turning your face to him so you could kiss his cheek. “Baby JJ.”

He arched a brow. “You sayin’ I’m not cute anymore?”

A laugh bubbled from your throat. “Of course not. But look at those cheeks. So squishy.” You pinched one of his cheeks, maybe a tad too hard, and he shoved your hand away, massaging the soreness away.

“Ouch, baby.”

You leaned in to plant another kiss on the apple of his cheek but were interrupted when a sudden and spirited fight broke out between your daughters. Both of your heads snapped toward them, your shared bubble of love now popped.

“I want the star!” Elle insisted, clutching onto the golden tree topper with all her little might.

“No fair! You did it last time!” Avery’s arms crossed over her chest and she stomped as her tantrum began to surface.

JJ, sensing the inevitable meltdown about to ensue, intervened with his signature, charming grin. The one that had convinced you to marry him and had managed to give you two beautiful children. “Alright, ‘lil ladies. There’s no need to fight. You can both do it together, yeah? Can you do that?”

JJ’s hands reached out, tickling each of their sides and watching their twin frowns dissolve into smiles. Giggles filled the air and warmth bloomed in your chest instantly.

“Okay, Daddy,” Elle spoke, giving in to her favourite person in the world. Her eyes drifted onto her sister. “‘M sorry, Avey.”

“That’s real nice of you, Ellie,” JJ praised, kissing her temple. Then his gaze moved onto her sister. “How ‘bout you, Aves?”

Your eldest nodded, now looking bashful. Avery, ever the sweetest (despite her occasional outbursts), caved in the moment her little sister’s nickname for her hit her ears. “I’m sorry too. We can be a team.”

Your smile grew larger, making your face sore.

You and JJ had been through it all together. From friends to lovers, and everything in between. He’d plucked his heart out of his chest and handed it to you on a silver platter without thinking twice about it. The power of his love was almost surreal. But the most magical thing you got to witness while being with him was watching him transform into an amazing father. Sure, he was a goofball who was constantly bouncing off the walls with all that energy pumping through his veins twenty-four-seven, but when it came to your little girls, he was a natural. Hell, your theory was proven to be right yet again when he handled that impending tantrum with just the flash of his smile.

“What are you lookin’ at, goof?”

JJ’s voice broke you out of your daze. He was standing now, each of your girls propped up on both of his hips as he carried them. Avery and Elle eyed you curiously while their hands both held the golden star.

You gave him a shrug, walking over to them. Your arms wrapped around all three of them as best as you could manage. “You’re all just so lovely.”

JJ burned to kiss you. He almost did. But when Elle whined about how her arm was getting tired from holding the tree topper up, he was returned to reality.

The kiss can wait, he thought.

“Alright, my little star commanders. Let’s do this thing.”

He carefully stepped up onto the stool sitting in front of the large tree, and with a team effort, Avery and Elle strategically placed the star at the very top. They clapped and cheered together, high-fiving in victory once JJ stepped down and back to let them admire their work.

“Nice work, babies. You killed it.”

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You passed through the living room and into the kitchen, taking note of the mistletoe that your husband had sneakily hung in the doorway. You shook your head, smiling to yourself as you headed over to the cupboard to grab some mugs and the hot chocolate mix. As you waited for the milk to warm up, your eyes landed on the alternate entrance into the kitchen. More mistletoe dangled from the doorframe. You knew without a doubt that you’d find it in every entryway that adorned your home.

You made all four cups, completing them with dollops of whipped cream and chocolate shavings. You placed them on your wooden tray, but before you could pick it up and bring it to your family, strong arms wrapped around your frame. The owner’s chin dropped onto your shoulder after leaving a kiss there.

“Hi, Mama,” he rasped. You could hear the mischievous grin in his tone. “These look amazing.”

“I figured we deserved something sweet for all our hard work,” you responded. You turned around in his hold, your hands running up the lengths of his arms and coming to a stop on his shoulders. “Nice job with the mistletoe, by the way.”

He shrugged casually, but his smirk only grew wider. “Can’t be out here wasting any opportunities. Y’know I can’t live without your kisses.”

“Mhm.”

“Hey. ‘M serious. Gotta be prepared.” JJ pulled something from his pocket, and his arm raised over your heads. “See? Prepared.”

You laughed softly, leaning up to peck his lips. “You don’t need to carry that around. I’ll kiss you any time you want.”

“That a promise?”

“The biggest promise, Maybank. Those lips are mine.” You granted him another kiss, this one languid and loving. “Now let’s go check up on our troublemakers. It’s way too quiet in there.”

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The four of you settled in on your couch, the fireplace glowing and providing a coziness to the room. You all found refuge under one of your thick, fluffy blankets, with both girls plopped in yours and JJ's laps. The soft, golden cast of the lights on your tree illuminated the room enchantingly.

Avery nestled against JJ, her head resting comfortably on his chest, while Elle found a cozy spot in your hold. The familiar tune of Where Are You, Christmas filled the room, Cindy Lou Who’s sweet voice carrying out the lullaby that seemed to put everyone at ease.

As the plot unfolded, the Grinch was giving a dramatic monologue at the annual Whobilation festival in Whoville. Even with all the chaos ensuing as the he burned the town tree and destroyed the celebration, Avery’s eyes drooped, and Elle’s rhythmic breathing told you that she was already fast asleep. You shifted her into a more comfortable position gently and looked over at JJ. His eyes were fixated on the sleeping girls, a soft smile playing on his rosy lips.

“I’ve dreamt of nights like this.” His voice carried in a whisper, careful not to wake the kids up.

“Yeah?”

He nodded, his expression clear with contentment. “Yeah. When I was younger, I’d just sit ‘n imagine what it’d be like to have a home, a family…all of this. Luke never gave me any of that.”

His arms tightened around Avery, who curled into his chest further in her sleep. “Never thought I’d have this, y’know? Never thought I’d get to call you my wife — I still can’t believe I get to call you that, by the way. Or have a real home, a real family. I love you guys more than I ever thought I could.”

“We love you. The girls are crazy about you, ‘n so am I. We’re so lucky to have you, baby.” You extended your arm toward him, placing your hand on his shoulder and giving him a comforting squeeze.

He shook his head. “Nah. I’m lucky. You made this real for me. I never thought I deserved any of this, but you never stopped trying to convince me that I could have it all. This is all ‘cause of you, pretty girl.”

“It was a team effort,” you assured him. “The house, the girls. Our life. This was both of us.”

“When you talk like that, it makes me wanna give you another baby.”

You bit your lip through an uneasy smile. “I don’t think it’s gonna take that much work…”

His blonde brows pulled together in confusion. “Huh?”

“I’m pregnant.”

JJ’s eyes widened once the words sank in, showcasing a mixture of surprise and overwhelming joy. His smile was so bright that it gave your decorated tree some tough competition.

“Really?” He whispered, breathless.

You nodded, your smile mirroring his. He’d always had that effect on you, always had such contagious enthusiasm. “Yeah. Looks like we’re getting our dream again.”

With a lack of better judgment, JJ let out a whoop of excitement that echoed throughout the room. He had temporarily forgotten about the peaceful slumber that had taken over your girls. “Fuck yeah!”

You giggled softly, placing a finger on your lips and shushing him. “Shh. You’re gonna wake them.”

He half-ignored your words, leaning in to kiss you deeply. “‘M sorry,” he mumbled against your lips. “‘M just excited.”

“It’s okay, babe. I’m happy you’re happy.”

Your head tilted, resting on his shoulder. You settled further into the couch, feeling the warmth of the joyful news you’d just shared. JJ swore to himself that he didn’t think he could get any luckier, but in a matter of mere moments, he learned that he was wrong. Your family was expanding, and there was more love to be shared. Love he didn’t even know he had in him. Each time you have a child, it grows more and more, yet it still shocks him every time it appears on his doorstep.

JJ’s head rested against yours after he kissed your hair. If this was how he’d live out the rest of his days — surrounded by the beautiful family you two had created together, he’d never want for anything else. His dream came true, now four times over.

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little-emerald-snake · 4 months

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Getting Caught pt 2 - Ominis Gaunt X F!MC

🔥 NSFW 🔞 MDNI

This is a highly requested part 2 of my Getting Caught Kinktober prompt

Warnings: mutual masturbation

668 words

She sat across from him, leaned against the stone wall, lightly spreading her legs. She watched as Ominis hesitantly moved his hands, revealing his throbbing length straining against the fly of his pants. “W-were you just starting or…almost there?”

He sucked in a shaky breath, biting into the flesh of his cheek. “O-oh erm, I was close to wrapping up, but I’m still…good for a while.”

She nodded, pulling her skirt up and sliding her underwear to her knees. She didn’t know if it was because he couldn’t see her or because she just trusted him but she was okay with getting comfortable doing this.

She straightened one leg to nudge one of his and he jolted. His heart rate doubled as he listened to her getting settled. He reached down to undo his pants. “I-is the way we are sitting okay for you?”

She bit at the skin of her bottom lip, sliding her fingers between her lips which made a wet sound that had Ominis’ stomach tightening. “Y-yes, for you?”

He nodded, finally freeing himself and letting his red angry erection spring up. She sucked in a soft breath and he winced. “I-is it bad? I-I wouldn’t know if it…looks good or bad.”

She blushed, rolling her fingers over her clit while not peeling her eyes away from his bobbing member. “I-it’s incredible. Y-you look so horny, like you really need t-to cum.”

He nodded, gripping himself and willing himself to memorize the slippery sounds of her pussy. “Y-yea, really do. I’ve been needing to do this, to relax and…relieve myself.”

She nipped her lips, eyes glued to his hand, now making light strokes up and down his shaft. “W-what do you think of when you do this? Being blind I can’t imagine its visualization. Is it…sound?”

He bites his lip, stroking faster. Her asking this question. Would he really be able to tell her that he imagines her subtle brushes of skin and the coaxing sounds of her voice carrying him to orgasm. “I-I erm…use the bits of touch that I do know, as well as voices. I imagine voices of people I like…telling me what to do or saying things to me for…encouragement.”

She moaned and the sound made him squeeze his tips harshly, begging his balls not to tighten and make him blow right here. His stroking doubles and she propped a leg up on a nearby crate, letting the sounds of her juices be heard. “F-fuck you sound so wet. Are you turned on?”

She whimpered a small yes and he groaned in return, stroking harshly. It took him everything not to cum, hearing her wetness and the sounds her body made. It’s the most erotic thing he’s ever heard and twice as hot as anything he’s ever imagined.

His hips bucked into his hand and his hand stilled, tightening around his tip while he fights the rush of cum that threatens to spill. “Holy fuck, I’m sorry…this is the closest thing to using pornography I’ve every gotten. I-I don’t think I’ll last much longer.”

Watching him fall apart quickly dragged her to her own edge. She was soaking wet and the squelching of her sex echoed in the dim undercroft. “I-I’m gonna cum too…d-don’t hold back. I-I want to watch you cum…”

He moaned, somewhere between a whiny groan and a grunt, he pumped himself harshly, squeezing his cock and wringing thick milky ropes from his tip. She flicked her eyes between his cock and his pleasure twisted expression, following him right over the edge. “F-Fuck, Ominis!”

Her shout of his name had him bucking into his fist even harder. “Shit…I’ve never heard someone moan my name…”

She gives a breathy laugh, relaxing back against the wall and catching her breath. “I-I’ve never moaned anyone else’s.”

His stomach tightened and the softening of his member stopped, excitement creeping back into his stomach. He willed it down, tucking himself away in his pants. “Well, if you ever need to relax…I’d…do this again.”

Part 3

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giorno-plays-piano · 8 months

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House of Chains

Part VII

Pairing: Aemond Targaryen x mage!reader

Warnings: noncon, yandere, obsession, canon-typical violence, chase, death of minor characters, some twisted hurt/comfort.

Words: 1.6k

Summary: In return for help to come back to your home world, you have been faithfully supporting the Greens to put Aegon on the throne. But when your promise is fulfilled, neither Otto nor Aemond are keen on letting you go.

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For a second, you debate if you are delirious from the interdimentional travel. He can't be here. Aemond is not a mage. Surely, it's your mind playing tricks on you for using too much of your power in the last couple of says.

But Aemond shifts, getting up from the tree trunk, and you make a step back instinctively, watching him like a dangerous predator that's ready to sink its teeth in you. He is here. He is real. And it means you know nothing about Aemond Targaryen who has tracked you down and followed you to the other realm, which shouldn't be even remotely possible for anyone but the Tower's magicians.

"You can't be here," you whisper, barely moving your lips, still clinging to a stupid hope that he's a mirage, an illusion made up by your inflamed brain.

Aemond curves his lips in a smile. "You left me no choice."

You forget how to breathe, feeling like a fish thrown ashore during a violent storm. The leather-clad man in front of you is no vision: he is of flesh and blood, leaving heavy footsteps on the sand as he walks over to you and you back down. How did he get here? Who might have taken him to the Tower? No sane magician would. It's a breach of a sacred law, and it results in the death of a mage in 10 cases out of 10. Besides, you would feel your brother- or sister-in-arms if they were that close to you in Westeros. Energy of a Tower mage is impossible to hide in a world that severely lacks magic.

Could it be a vagabond warlock? Some sort of ancient Westerosi ritual practiced by septons? No, no, both options are impossible, you are sure.

Then how?..

You realize you asked the question out loud only when Aemond starts to speak, "You've tried to get burned by Vhagar too many times. Did you truly think no one would spy on you?"

Confused, you cock your head to the side. Perhaps, in your stubborn attempts to get the goddamn dragon shoot flames at you, you have missed Aemond watching. But what's the purpose? How would it help him?

"And what of it?"

He smirks, all arrogance. "You've been doing it for so long I had the spell memorized. It was just a matter of time before we started teaching it to people."

"You- what?"

Suddenly, your hands grow cold. It seems like something you might have misheard. Or imagined, perhaps, delirious. Even the possibility of Aemond truly doing it makes you tremble like a cornered herbivore because it ruins everything.

No. He couldn't have. It is a long incantation, the one where you need to get every accent fall on the right syllable. One can't just memorize it like a simple phrase. Besides, how would Aemond even come to a conclusion that there are people capable of becoming magicians in Westeros in the first place?!

But he stands here, on the crossroads of the worlds, firmly, and you know a man like him would devour the Sun if he could.

"You told me once neither you nor your sworn sisters were from the same place as the world of Tower mages," he continues slowly, clearly prideful of wreaking complete havoc on your life. "And I thought that mages might come from all sorts of worlds. When you gave me an opportunity, I decided to put it to test."

He continues striding forward, forcing you to retreat further into the dead garden while you are unable to turn your back to him: it feels like he's going to pounce on you and eat you alive, the perfect predator. Even here, in a foreign realm, after an impossible interdimentional journey, Aemond looks like a prince, his attire immaculate, his long, milky hair out of his face, a sword hanging on his side as if he is planning to put it to use if you continue resisting. It might not be of Valyrian Steel, but it'll cut you in pieces all the same because you are spent, all magic wasted on the last incantation.

"I took 7 prisoners from the dungeons of the Red Keep and made them speak the words under Sunfyre's flames. 6 were burnt. The 7th, although he didn't magically transport himself to your world, strangely, he survived. I didn’t find a single scratch on him."

You still, your very heart sinking within you. A natural bearer of magic. A rare human being, but not the one impossible to find if you search hard enough. You are one yourself, and the mages of the Tower unceremoniously plucked you from your world when they stumbled upon you during their travels. Who could have thought Aemond, of all people, would find one.

There's not a meter between you two, your back is pressed against the tree, and it feels like there's nowhere left to run.

"I wondered why it didn't work perfectly, but then I remembered you've only ever wanted Vhagar's flames. Was the problem in Sunfyre? He is, of course, far inferior to the biggest and oldest dragon in the world."

Clenching the tree trunk behind you, you stare at the man, your eyes bloodshot from lack of sleep and all the stress you've been under, unable to eat, to think about anything but coming home, planning and scheming and threatening to get what you want. But, unlike you, Aemond looks fresh and well-rested, as if he finally slept the whole night long, his insomnia gone.

"Do you know what the 7th prisoner did after he disappeared in my dragon's flames?" Targaryen taunts, his lips nearly touching your ear. "He found the Tower and told your people who taught him the spell. Told them everything you've done for us, and that you decided to stay and get married to Westerosi prince."

Shivering, you plant your palms on his chest to push him away, but Aemond doesn't budge just as he hadn't that night back in the castle. Suddenly, he is a mountain, and you are the wind.

"They wouldn't-"

He raises an eyebrow at you. "Believe him? Do they need to? Even if they put him under a spell, they'd know how he got the magic words, and it's your fault. Now, what would be the punishment for such a severe crime?"

Not a sound comes from the ancient Babylonian garden filled with crooked black trees growing out of colorless sand as you stare back at Aemond Targaryen.

The penalty for sharing the incantation for traveling the realms is death upon arrival to the Tower.

Your tongue grows too heavy for you to say anything back to the prince. Tears fill your eyes, though, a silent answer to his question, and you gasp, struggling to breathe. Even if the spell was stolen, overhead, it is all the same to the magicians of the Tower of Babylon, which is why they all guard the words like a dragon its treasure chest The fact that you've been so careless would not be taken well, regardless of how much you plead innocence. And now, with Aemond being here, they would sense the arrival of one more stranger that is not supposed to be here... For all you know, you will either be banned from the Tower forever and forbidden to travel the dimensions, or you will die.

Out of all people, it is Aemond Targaryen who destroys you.

When he brings his hand to your face, he's unexpectedly gentle, wiping the tears rolling down your cheeks. "It took me some time to find a second prisoner who could withstand the fire, but I still found him. We came to your world together when you left me, and he is now delivering the same message to your masters. See now? It's fruitless. They wouldn't want you to come back."

Three people crossing the threshold to this realm. Three living threats. You are as good as dead to your found family, the proud mages of the Tower.

It's silly to ask a ruthless prince why, but you can't help yourself, a never-ending flow of tears wetting the collar of your robe beneath white cloaks's armor. "How could you do this to me?"

You have no strength left in you, so you just drop your arms, exhausted, and then Aemond takes your face in his hands, pressing his thin lips to your forehead.

It's awful, knowing he has never been planning to let you be free of him and his world, but the most horrible thing about it is that you still find some comfort in his tender touch, hungry for warmth.

It makes you sick, and yet you lean into him.

"Whatever you do, I will always take you back," he whispers gently, his hands caressing your head like you are a child. "Come home with me, and any of your crimes, past and future, will be pardoned."

He makes you bury your head in his chest, your body cold and numb.

"Whatever is mine, I will share with you. Whatever you want but I don't have, I will bring you," Aemond murmurs, planting more kisses on your forehead, your brows, and your eyelids while you cry your eyes out. "Break my heart if you must. Just come home. Come home with me."

As he lets you lean onto him, his palm on the back of your neck, you sob, cursing yourself for craving for the warmth of his touch. You know one thing: there is no other home left for you but his.

THE END

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cherrycocaineee · 2 years

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27. Eddie Munson - Kinks Eddie Definitely Had Before Y’all Got Together

* Warning: female reader! Smut, kinks, mature language. NSFW 18+ *

- Knife Play

From the moment Eddie Munson saw you, saw how soft and delicate your skin was, he knew how well you’d pair with his pocket knife. The metal drawing against your cloud-like skin causes a bit of blood to escape from the small cut. He just couldn’t get it out of his head. The first time the two of you had sex, Eddie was a bit nervous to ask but once he did, he couldn’t believe your response. You were okay with it, you wanted to give it a try. Now Eddie can’t imagine himself dicking you down without the cool metal of his knife dragging along your thighs or your collar bone.

It was cold, almost resembling ice as the sharp edge was dragged slowly against your stomach. Eddie’s eyes watched carefully as he memorized all of his favorite spots on your body. They looked so pretty but he’d also admitted that they looked prettier with his pocket knife gliding effortlessly against you. A few times the blade drew blood but nothing too concerning that made you want him to stop. Your eyes fluttered close as Eddie’s blade made its way to your thighs.

“Eddie,” you whined, clearly frustrated that he was slamming his cock into you.

A laugh rang through your ears as Eddie kissed your forehead. He loved teasing you, loved the idea of you begging for him while he sketched over your fair skin with his knife. Eddie hooked the knife under your panties, his mouth leaving wet kisses against your neck as he cut your panties off. He nearly came in his pants at the sight of your leaking cunt. The light inside his bedroom caused your juices to shine which just made him twitch.

“So pretty,” he moaned.

When he called you pretty, you felt like you actually were pretty. And you were, Eddie never said anything he didn’t mean. He hooked his blade to the other side of your panties, cutting that side too and completely ruining your panties more. Then he pressed the tip of the ice cold metal against the skin just above your aching cunt. Propping yourself up on your elbows so you could see Eddie’s hands work its magic. Eddie watched you.

“You admiring my handy work?” He whispers, “like watching me play with you like this? So dangerous, baby.”

“Y-yes,” you breathed out.

“But you want more, huh?”

You nodded eagerly, tired of all of the teasing.

“W-wanna feel you, please.”

Pulling the blade away from you, Eddie moved to his knees and took off his hellfire shirt. His tattooed skin had you whining and moving your bare hips back and forth. He laughed, knowing you were desperate for him to ravage you. You’d grown to love the feeling of the cold blade against your neck while he rocked his hips into you. Eddie climbed to his feet, the blade hitting the blankets as he unbuckled his pants and let them fall to the ground along with all of the other clothing the two of you had discarded.

“Let’s try something different, baby girl,” he moaned, “turn onto your stomach.”

Of course you obeyed, twisting your body so that you laid on your stomach, face buried into the pillow. The bed behind you sunk in as Eddie positioned himself behind you, your legs already spread wide enough so he could see your dripping heat. After a moment, you were wondering what was taking Eddie so long to fill you up. But then he grabbed your hair, the strands feeling soft in his rough, calloused hands, and felt him pull your hair back so that your eyes were met with his paint-peeled wall. The cool blade pressing effortlessly against your throat. You gulped.

“I wanna fuck you while holding this against your neck,” he hoarsed, “wish there was a mirror in here, so I can watch myself fuck you just like this.”

You whined at his lewd words. Eddie laughed again, yanking at your hair once more causing you to feel the tip of the blade press harder against your skin. You swallow the thick saliva that’s coated your mouth but oddly enough it feels dry as hell. You felt the feeling of something warm and wet running down your throat. Eddie peered over at you and wiped his finger over the surface. Crimson blood was coating his finger.

“Didn’t hurt, did it?” He asked.

“N-no,” you breathed.

“Good.”

You didn’t get to say anything else because Eddie slammed himself into you, your pussy squeezing him tightly as he kept a steady pace while pulling your hair.

“Eddie,” you cried, “it feels so good.”

“Yeah baby,” he croaked, “tell me how good it feels princess.”

With each praise you gave him on how he was fucking you so fucking good, he went harder and rougher. The sound of y’all’s skin slapping filled Eddie’s room as he pounded into you relentlessly. Loud, pornographic moans tumbled from your lips, Eddie was holding the blade against you back while watching you intently. There was nothing better than watching someone so pretty unfold beneath him.

“God, a perfect slut,” Eddie moaned, “taking me so fucking well. Love it when I pound that little cunt.”

With each erotic word that left his lips, Eddie felt your walls tighten around his shaft. His hips stuttered from the tight hold you had on him, the veins that decorated every inch of his dick felt all of you. You were so wet, your pussy gushing glistening juices as he fucked himself into, that now Eddie was able to reach deeper than he’s ever had. Practically touching your cervix with the tip of his red tip.

“Fucking hell,” Eddie hissed, “I could fuck your little pussy all day and you’d still be so tight. Like a perfect glove, baby.”

“L-like a glove,” you stuttered, a familiar knot forming in your lower stomach.

Eddie knew you were close, the familiar sight of your tongue dripping between your lips, your breasts heaving as you panted like a bitch in heat, you were becoming incoherent as you just let the words drip from your sweet mouth. Oh how Eddie wished he had shoved his cock into your mouth, letting the red tip prod at the back of your throat. The idea of cumming inside your mouth while he held his pocket knife to your throat making him move his hips faster.

“Fucking hell,” Eddie groaned.

You started moving your hips, meeting all of Eddie’s thrust as you felt the band in your stomach snap. Loud moans echoed throughout the room, stars and sparkles clouding your eyesight as Eddie helped you through you aching high. You collapsed, Eddie having to hold your lower half to keep you from moving. Where was the blade? Well, Eddie still had it pressed into your skin but at this point he’d forgotten how hard he was pressing and some blood was dripping onto his bedding. You didn’t seem to care, you were too busy trying to ride out your own high. But the sight of you covered in sweat, cum, all fucked out with a bit of blood running from the wound of his knife was enough to send Eddie over the edge.

“F-fuck,” he cried out, dropping the knife so it didn’t hurt you anymore as he pulled his cock out of your sloppy pussy and busted on your back, “oh my fucking, God!”

You were filthy.

Eddie took a few moments to catch his breath then climbed to his feet so he could find something to clean you off. Once the two of you were cleaned up, Eddie turned his attention to your wounds. They weren’t big ones, just small cuts from the sharp blade. He cleaned them up with some Neosporin and put a Blue’s Clues bandage over them.

“There you go, love,” he hummed, “all cleaned up.”

“Thank you, Eddie,” you whispered.

He ran his fingers over your face and stared at you lovingly. You, on the other hand, were dozing off. Eddie pulled the blanket over you and him, pulled you against his tattooed chest, and sighed. He was lucky to have you because he knew that no one could handle his kinky, sadistic ways during sex.

“I love you,” Eddie whispered.

A soft hum leaving your lips. You didn’t say it but it didn’t mean you didn’t love him either, you did and Eddie knew.

- Breeding Kink

Who would have thought that Eddie Munson, the weird guy in school, would have an animalistic need to breed. And who would have thought that that person being bred by Eddie “the freak” Munson would be you, the good girl. You two are polar opposites but you love each other nonetheless and when Eddie asked you if he could stuff you full of his cum, you were eager to please which only made Eddie hornier. You were a good girl after all, telling someone no wasn’t in the cards for you.

Eddie was staring at your thighs; even in a pair of skinny jeans he couldn’t stop imagining his face nuzzled between them prodding at your clit with his tongue. You weren’t doing anything explicitly to make him feel hot and bothered, he just naturally horny when you were around. But could anyone really blame him? Eddie’s brown iris’ watched you intently as you doubled over in laughter, having just heard a terrible joke from Dustin Henderson. Eddie liked Dustin, of course, but he wanted his friend to leave so he could be alone with you. His mind was too fuzzy as he pictured himself inside you, watching you squirm as he told you to beg for him, his ring decorated fingers digging into your pretty thighs as he held you down. He also couldn’t help but picture what you would look like once he stuffed you full of his cum, breeding you. Something about you being full of his cum, carrying his babies, and rubbing your swollen breasts as they leaked milk made it impossible for him to control his urges. Especially with Henderson here cock blocking him.

A hefty sigh left Eddie’s lips as he ran his fingers over his face. Dustin and you turned to look at the metalhead sitting impatiently on his couch. Dustin raised an eyebrow.

“Eddie, are you alright?” He quizzed.

“Fine,” Eddie grumbled, obviously not fine like he just said.

Even though Dustin was clueless to Eddie’s sudden behavior, you weren’t. He always did this when he wanted to be alone with you, pouted and pretended like he wasn’t. It was kind of endearing. Dustin kept prying, trying to find out what was wrong with his friend, but Eddie wasn’t budging, refusing to let Dustin know he was upset. This started an argument between the two of them, both of them snapping at each other. Sighing gently, you came up with a way to make Eddie feel better without him having to bite Dustin’s head off.

“Dustin,” you say, their attention turning to you, “I’m not feeling so well, I think I’m going to go lay down for a bit. How about I see you tomorrow?”

“Sure,” Dustin said, “you can come with me to talk to Suzie.”

You nodded in agreement before walking the young boy out. Waving goodbye, you closed the door. When you turned around, you were greeted by a concerned Eddie and no longer pouting like a child. He reached his hand up and rested the back of it against your forehead.

“You aren’t feeling well?” He asked, trying to feel for a fever but afraid that he might not be able to detect one.

“Eddie,” you giggle, “I’m okay. I told Dustin I didn’t feel well so you and I could have some alone time. That’s what you wanted, isn’t it?”

“You little minx,” Eddie laughed, “you had me going for a second too.”

The two of you shared a laugh before you grabbed your jealous boyfriend’s hand and pulled him to his room. The lingering smell of cigarettes, weed, and stale liquor wafting through your nose. In the beginning, you didn’t like the smell because it made you sick but the more you came over, the more you realized that the scent was intoxicating because it was Eddie. You climbed onto the bed, Eddie climbing in next to you, and the two of you watched the ceiling fan spin around.

“I can’t believe you were jealous of a literal child,” you teased.

“Pssh,” Eddie scoffed, “I wasn’t jealous. Just see him all the time at school, wanted a break.”

Lie. Eddie loved having Dustin around, they were best friends. In fact, if you hadn’t been here today, Eddie would have spent the whole day with Dustin. However, you being here made Eddie only want you and seeing how the two of you were laughing while he sat on the couch did make him a bit jealous of his friend, even if he was a kid. Just seeing you give all of your attention to Dustin made him needy for you. He wanted to hold you tightly in his arms, wanted to feel your lips against his own, wanted to feel your heartbeat as he nuzzled his head into your chest. The feeling of your soft breasts pressing against his cheek as he listened closely.

You rolled over and rested your hand on his chest. Eddie’s brown eyes stared deeply into yours, you were smiling knowingly at him and he could feel his heart flutter. You didn’t need to say anything. Eddie lifted his hand up and stroked your cheek, your breathing hushed but still enough for your boyfriend to picture what you’d look like as he teased you with the tip of his cock. He wanted to watch you beg for him as he slipped it delicately between your folds, then moving away just as your breathing quickened. Eventually, he wanted to rock his hips into you, them momentarily stuttering as he tried to adjust to how tight you were. He knew with each push he’d feel your gummy walls flutter around his thick shaft, his precum mixing with your soaked core. But what he really groaned audibly about was the thought of him filling your tight cunt full of his cum. Y’all had never done that before but he wanted to try it. He just wasn’t sure how you’d react when he asked you. He was afraid of your answer.

You knew Eddie like the back of your hand, every facial expression that he wore on his face was a sign of a different feeling. And by the small pout on his lips and the longing looks he was giving you, you knew he was thinking hard about something.

“What are you thinking about?” You questioned.

“I don’t know,” he lied, his eyes still watching your facial features.

“Liar. Come on, tell me!”

Smiling, Eddie rolled the two of you over and pressed his forehead against yours. He was searching for something in your eyes, his nerves on edge as he thought of how to ask you if you would be okay with him breeding you tonight.

“I wanted to see if you were okay with something,” he said, his voice so quiet.

“And that is?” You pressed, interested in what he wanted to know.

“Wanted to know if you’d be okay with me breeding you, doll?”

Immediately there was an aching sensation in between your legs, your pussy feeling wet just from him asking for such a lewd and disgusting act.

“W-what’s brought this all of a sudden?” You whimpered.

“I don’t know. Just thought about it, it’s okay if you don’t wanna,” he assured.

Of course you wanted to. You wanted to do anything that Eddie wanted to do.

“I do,” was all you said, causing Eddie’s eyes to widen slightly.

“Really?” He hummed.

Nodding your head, you started running your fingers against his clothed chest; you were desperate for some skin to skin contact. Sensing your desperation, Eddie sat up so he could remove his shirt. He tattooed body relaxing into your body once again. A soft whine left your lips as you raked your painted nails against his skin.

“Pretty girl,” Eddie whispered huskily.

You dragged your tongue against your plump, pink lips glossing them up. Eddie was practically drooling, the thought of his cock pushing past your lips, his throbbing, veiny cock assaulting your throat as your saliva coated every inch of it. His cock twitched inside his jeans.

“Let’s play,” he said.

“Yes, please.” you whined.

A large grin stretched across Eddie’s face as he sat back up, gently tugging at the hem of your shirt so you’d pull it off. When it was, he groaned at the sight of your lacy, pale pink bra. Sneaking his hands behind your back, Eddie snapped the glasp and pulled your bra away from you, exposing your cute, pink nipples. The breeze from the rotating ceiling fan and the chilled room from the cold winter days made your nipples hard. Eddie leaned down and attached his lips to them, rolling his tongue over the peaked buds and pinching them between his teeth.

“E-Eddie,” you cried out.

Eddie’s calloused hands tweaked your other nipple causing you to arch your back despite you sitting up. Strings of saliva pulled from your skin as Eddie pulled away, wanting to give some attention to your other perked bud. You ran your fingers through Eddie’s hair, pulling him closer to you just needing to feel all of him. You fell back against the mattress, pulling him on top of you. Eddie traced his lips up your neck, sucking at the supple skin, leaving reddish, purple marks to get darker in the morning. Spreading your legs, he climbed between them and pushed his hips into you. You could feel Eddie’s cock pressed against you so you grind your hips just to feel some type of friction.

“F-fuck,” he groaned, “if you keep doing that, I’m gonna finish before I’m even inside you.”

He pushed your hips down into the mattress keeping you from moving against him.

“Don’t worry baby, I’m going to make you feel so good.”

Eddie’s fingers unbuttoned your jeans and pulled them off of you. You were wearing a matching set of panties. Eddie pushed his face into your soaking, clothed cunt breathing in your scent. Like always, you smelled divine, like roses and cherries, his two favorite smells. Eddie’s nose was pressed into you, your core dampening the tip of his nose.

“You smell so beautiful,” he grumbled, “I could never get tired of your scent.”

You were starting to get impatient, you needed something. Eddie hooked his fingers to your panties and pulled them down, revealing your glistening slit. Finally, he dipped his head down and dragged his tongue over you; his tongue releasing a little bit of your nerves as you let a breathy, needy moan. Eddie didn’t waste any time pushing his tongue between your folds and wrapping his lips around your pulsing clit. His big eyes watching you while you kept your eyes screwed shut, the pleasure starting to build into a knot. You could never last long for Eddie and he loved it because that meant he could make you cum multiple times.

“Oh God,” you sob, “it feels so fucking good, Eds.”

Eddie only hummed, swirling his tongue over your puffy bud. He was thoroughly enjoying the taste of your dripping cunt, slurping whatever fell from you coating every inch of his taste buds. Your hands gripped the soft sheets beneath you as you let out strings of profanities and moans. With one more long drag of Eddie’s tongue, the band inside your stomach snapped causing you to see stars. Your back arched off the bed as waves and waves of pleasure washed over you, blissful cries of satisfaction ringing throughout Eddie’s bedroom. Luckily his uncle wasn’t here so neither of you had to worry about him hearing you.

After lapping up all of your juices, Eddie pulled his head away from your spasming heat while licking his lips. He didn’t want to waste a single drop of your essence.

“Mmm, so good,” Eddie praised while standing up.

You were panting, your hooded eyes watching as he started to remove his own pants. He dropped his ripped jeans to the floor, your eyes never tearing away from his huge bulge. Eddie smirked, loving the way you eyeballed him in such a lustful way. He beckoned you to come closer with his index finger so you slid off the bed and onto your knees. A light hum filled your ears. Removing his boxers, letting them collect with the other clothes he’d discarded on the carpet, Eddie moved towards you with fixated eyes. He tapped the tip of his blush pink, leaky cock to your lips. It was salty when you licked away his spilling seed.

“Open up, doll,” he whispered, your mouth dropping as soon as the words left his mouth.

Eddie slipped his cock into your mouth, a small aching sensation that you’d grown use to causing you to whine. Eddie was thick and with your mouth not being so wide, you’d had trouble fitting him in all the way without the soreness of your jaw intruding. However, you’d grown use to it and the painful pleasure had become something you endured. Your saliva coated every inch of his cock as he began thrusting his hips, your throat contracting as you gagged around his dick. Strings of praises and moans tumbled from Eddie’s lips as he pushed his sweaty hair out of his face. You moaned too, your pussy clenching around nothing. It yearned to feel full but you had to be patient, Eddie loved taking his time.

To Eddie, the only thing that felt better than your throat was your cunt and that was what he was picturing while he roughly slammed his hips back and forth. Your nose tickled as his soft, curly pubes brushed against your nostrils. Each snap of Eddie’s hips drove him deeper and deeper into your mouth until you could tell he was almost at his reaching point.

But he stopped just as it was about to hit, his breathing labored and erratic. You stared up at him with dazed, confused eyes. He laughed.

“Wanna save that for when I’m buried deep inside you,” he assured, “get on the bed.”

“Okay,” you croaked, throat hoarse from your moans and throat abuse.

Pushing yourself up, you crawled on top of the bed and laid down. Eddie pried your legs apart and positioned himself between your legs. Eddie watched you intently as he pushed himself into you, your tight pussy squeezing him with each inch of him slid in. The two of you moaned.

“Eddie,” you whimpered, “so big.”

“I know, doll, I know,” he whispered, beads of sweat spilling onto your face, “be a good girl and take all of me.”

You didn’t argue. Once Eddie was all the way inside of you, he started to move his hips to meet yours. His thrust were hard but the pace was slow and agonizing. Eddie was afraid that if he went any faster that he’d finish too quickly. Your fingernails dug into his shoulder, your teeth biting your bottom lip so hard that you started to taste blood. Eddie smashed his lips into yours as his pace quickened, knowing that it was pure torture for his gorgeous girl if he didn’t move fast enough. He released your lips, them swollen from you biting them and his lips being so rough.

“Eddie,” you moaned, “oh, fuck, you…you feel so good.”

“You do too, love,” he groaned, his hands gripping the sheets underneath you, “such a perfect pussy for me.”

Eddie was starting to stutter and you were sure he was close by the way he moved his hips and pushed his head into your neck. You were also close, the skin above his cock hitting you just right causing waves of intense pleasure to pulse through the bundle of nerves that desperately needed attention. Eddie moved one hand to the back of your head, making you look at him as he tangled his fingers into your hair. His pace quickened.

“I want you to cum first,” he hummed, “you think you can do that baby, for me. Want you to cum all over this fucking cock of mine, get it all messy before I breed that tight, little cunt. Wanna make you a pretty mommy, see you swollen with my babies.”

His words were much different compared to how he normally talked dirty. It was more hungry and yearning like he couldn’t live without it. It was just as attractive as his original words. Eddie watched you with lustful eyes, beckoning for you to cum. Shapes and colors clouded your vision, even Eddie was starting to look blurry and unplaced. You reached your hand down between y’all’s overly sweaty bodies and started rubbing your clit. Pretty moans left your lips as you rubbed your aching clit, your hips meeting each of Eddie’s thrust. He was hitting all of the right spots.

“Eddie, I’m gonna fucking cum,” you cried out, tears streaming down your pale cheeks from the amount of pleasure beating through you, “oh, fuck yes! Don’t fucking stop!”

“Yeah?” He panted, “don’t stop? You want it so bad, huh?”

You nodded, “so bad!”

Eddie’s hand wrapped around your throat, the air left in your legs clinging to you as he pounded relentlessly into your cervix. The tip of his cock bullying your g-spot helps you reach your climax more. There’s a ringing noise in your ears as you gush all over his dick, your mouth hanging open but no sound coming out. Your eyes rolled to the back of your head.

“That’s a good girl,” Eddie choked, even though you couldn’t hear him very well, “make a mess, doll. Soak my cock.”

Eddie helped you ride out your high, his cock showing no signs of letting up.

“Fuck baby,” he groaned, “so sloppy. What a whore.”

His hips glided with yours and started losing its rhythm as he got closer to his own orgasm.

“Here…here it comes, fuck! Gonna fill you up so fucking good, doll.”

With a few more thrust, Eddie’s cock twitched before spilling ropes of his white load into your bruised cunt, the walls being painted with him cum. He held you down and fucked his seed into you, never pulling out so it stayed in. Your legs were pressed against your chest as he slowed down. You felt full. Eventually, Eddie came to a complete stop before pulling out. His eyes stared at your slippery heat and smiled with satisfaction when none of his orgasm escaped.

“How you feeling?” He asked.

You could only nod your head, giving him a weak thumbs up. You were tired and used up, your eyes felt heavy as they began to close. But when Eddie moved, you opened them again. He crawled into the bed with you, pulling your naked body against his own. Y’all were sticky but that didn’t matter right now. When the two of you woke up, you’d shower and clean yourselves but now it was time to rest. Nuzzling his head into you, stroking your stomach, Eddie whispered sweet words into your ear helping you fall asleep faster. Eddie just watched, picturing you all plump with his kid.

“Gonna be a beautiful mommy,” he whispered before drifting off to sleep alongside you.

- Jealousy Sex

Eddie was just the type of guy to get jealous even when a guy just looked at you. It didn’t even have to be a long look, just a quick glance, and he’d be pissed. Of course you’ve tried to calm him down, saying it was just a harmless glance but that didn’t change anything. Eddie wanted people to know that you were his and only his, that he didn’t fucking share. And you’d be lying if you didn’t say jealousy sex wasn’t the best because Eddie loved to mark you up and you loved having hickies on your body for days.

School was running like normal, even the approaching storm outside wasn’t enough to stop the everyday movement of Hawkins’ High. Eddie is sitting at the head of his Hellfire Club table, his group of D&D nerds gathered around like he was some type of king. But he was only one of many. However, he had something that the other kings didn’t have and that was you. And that irked them, especially Jason, the king of the football field. You were a good girl who came from a loving family, people naturally gravitated towards you because you were extremely friendly for your own good, you were just radiating. And you were all Eddie’s. How Eddie “the freak” Munson managed to snag something so perfect, no one knew and that was another thing that annoyed Jason. So today was the day that Jason was going to show you that you deserve someone better than a guy who plays a lame ass game for nerds and couldn’t even graduate with his own class.

Or so he thought…

He was unaware of how devoted you were to Eddie Munson…

Either way, he’d set himself up to fail because you weren’t going anywhere that didn’t involve Eddie.

When you walked into the cafeteria, people turned their heads naturally. Your pretty, slightly curled hair flowed to the midst of your back and swayed as you walked. You didn’t have to wear skirts to look pretty but God did it help when you did. Today, you wore a pink plaid skirt that just barely reached your thighs revealing your light skin that damn near sparkled in the sun, a pair of white shoes encased your feet, underneath the cropped, light pink jacket you wore was a plain white, spaghetti strapped shirt that was also cropped so a bit of your stomach was revealed, and around that sweet, little neck of yours was a pretty, gold necklace with a golden dove on it. Too pretty for your own good. Not even noticing the way Jason is eye fucking you from across the lunch room, his hooded eyes lusting over how revealed you are. It should be against the law for you to walk around like that.

Even though you didn’t notice, Eddie did. He was watching it happen right in front of his darkening brown eyes, his pupils darting between you and Jason. Jason’s blue eyes tracing over your body while you were too busy talking to one of your friends. It pissed Eddie off beyond belief. So when you did eventually walk over to him, he was quick to throw his hand around you wanting to assert dominance as soon as possible. Which definitely earned a glare from Jason.

“Hey, baby doll,” Eddie hummed sweetly.

“Hey, love,” you said back, your dusty pink lips stretching into a grin.

Eddie loved it when you called him things like “love” or “honey” or “baby,” it made him feel loved and despite him being jealous, he knew that you didn’t want anyone else but him. But he could still see Jason staring at you, this time his eyes were looking at your ass. That made Eddie growl, something primal and feral beating through him. Of course you noticed and turned to see what he was seeing. By this time, Jason had made his way over to you, causing Eddie to tighten his grip.

“Hey,” Jason greeted, completely ignoring Eddie which just pissed him off more.

“Hey, Jason,” you replied politely.

You weren’t mean and that meant that you didn’t see the way people looked at you because you were only focused on enjoying a polite conversation.

“I’ve got two tickets to the new movie they released,” Jason continued, his eyes momentarily flickering to Eddie, “wanted to see if you’d like to join me tonight?”

His question not only shocked you but it kind of irritated you as well which was hard to do in the first place. But you’re a nice girl, and freaking out in the middle of the cafeteria was not your forte so you politely decline.

“I have a boyfriend so I don’t think that would be appropriate,” you say sweetly.

A little too kind for Eddie. All he wanted to do was rip Jason’s throat out. You knew it, everyone sitting at his table knew it, and even Jason knew it. He just didn’t care.

“Please, Munson’s hardly a boyfriend,” Jason laughed, “he’s more of a pet. You need a real man.”

There was no time for you to respond because Eddie had had enough.

“Excuse me!” Eddie growled, “you’ve really got a set of fucking balls on you to march up here and ask my girl out like that!”

You reached your hands up and gently pried Eddie’s arm off of you as he was starting to squeeze.

“Please, you didn’t even notice how you just held her in a death grip,” Jason snapped, “she needs someone who will take care of her, not hurt her, freak!”

That hurt Eddie. He’d never hurt you and despite him trying to pretend like it didn’t faze him, you saw it. If he wasn’t standing right here in front of everyone, he would be burying his face into his palms while crying. He loved you. And you knew it. So turning to Jason, you decided to do the one thing you never did. Be mean.

“Don’t talk to Eddie that way!” You yelled, “I love him! And what I don’t need is some prissy jock walking up to me and telling me who I need to be with. So…”

Everyone was staring at you, eyes wide as they watched the scene unfold.

“So fuck you!” You hissed, a wave of uncoordinated gasp echoing against the walls.

Immediately, you grabbed Eddie’s hand and pulled him out of the silent lunch room and headed for somewhere where you and Eddie could be alone. What better place than an old Janitor’s closet? Pushing the door closed, you locked it so that no one could barge in unexpectedly, wanting to give Eddie all the time he needed to calm down. He was filled with so much rage and jealousy, you were afraid that he’d lose it in the middle of everyone. Eddie propped himself up against the wall, his head staring down at the ground while he gripped his jeans tightly. His hands, decorated in bulky metal rings, gripped his plain, black, ripped jeans. You walked over to him, taking your own hand and placing it against his shoulder.

“Eddie,” you whispered, “it’s okay.”

“It’s not okay,” Eddie muttered, his hands instantly grabbing your waist, “I just want to rip his fucking head off his shoulders.”

He looked up at you, anger still evident in his eyes. You couldn’t help but giggle, this wasn’t your first time dealing with jealous Eddie.

“Who the hell does that prick think he is?” Eddie continued, “like he had a damn shot. You’re too pretty for him, hell, you’re too pretty for anyone.”

“But I’m not too pretty for you,” you hummed, “in fact, I believe I was made just for you.”

A growl left his lips as he nodded. You were made for him and how dare anyone look at you, or approach you. Eddie’s grip on your waist tightened as he pushed you against the wall, a small thud hitting both your ears. A soft gasp left your lips as he dipped his head down and started sucking on your soft neck, his teeth digging into the sensitive area before he ran his hot tongue against the sore spot. Eddie’s hands didn’t waste time running up and down your exposed thighs, his knee moving your skirt up giving him more room to work with. He’d become so needy within seconds and all because a boy you didn’t like back had feelings for you. Jealous Eddie was possessive and needy, your favorite.

“Eddie,” you moaned, feeling his nails dig into your flesh.

He was still working his way down your neck, your poor flesh probably now covered in deep purpling marks. He huffed against your skin, shivers running down your spine as you felt the cool breath touch your damp flesh.

“You’re mine. Only mine. He can’t fucking have you. No one can.”

A quiet giggle from your lips turned into a lustful moan as he pries your legs more apart, letting his knee rest against your clothed cunt. A grin stretches out across Eddie’s face because he loves the way your voice sounds. So pretty when you sounded so desperate just for him. It drove him wild.

“You drive me fucking crazy,” he hissed, one hand dropping and cupping your already heated pussy, “wanna show everyone who you belong to.”

How could you say no?

You couldn’t.

Instead, you just gave in because all you wanted was him. A quick nod of your head was all Eddie needed before he pressed a sloppy kiss to your lips then dropped to his knees. He pushed your skirt up, telling you to hold it for him which you did, then he continued to pull your panties down. God he loved it when you wore the white pair with the cute little bow on the front, they made you look so fucking damn innocent. A groan left his lips as he looked up and already saw your glistening cunt, your juices overflowing to the point that a little ran down your trembling thighs. You just watched him carefully, your breath shaky and welcoming.

“Who made you this wet, doll?” He asked.

“You,” you whisper, your voice barely audible.

One of Eddie’s ring decorated fingers slid against your slit, the wetness sticking to it and pulling into a string when he pulled his finger away. He popped it into his mouth, never tearing his eyes away from your heat as he lapped up whatever juice he’d collected on his finger. How could he describe your taste? It was so perfect like he was eating a well prepared fruit bowl that tasted sweet and refreshing. Eddie’s eyes darted to your face, a soft groan leaving his lips at how precious you looked barely even grazed by him. He took pleasure in knowing that you were here next to him instead of in that cafeteria where everyone could eye fuck you. He got to actually fuck you, so maybe he shouldn’t have been so jealous, but he couldn’t help it.

“I’m sorry I got so jealous,” Eddie mumbled, “just hate the idea of that ass anywhere near you.”

You only smiled sweetly, not being able to answer because you were too focused on him kneeling in front of you. Eddie said something else but it was incoherent. Eddie leaned down and ran his tongue against your slick folds, his tongue dragging painfully slow against you as he tried to taste every inch of you. His nails left crescent marks in your thighs as he continued to push his tongue deeper into your folds. Your fingers grasped Eddie’s messy strands, your skirt being held by your arm loosely. You could feel your breathing picking up as you felt yourself get closer and closer to your high. The only thing that felt better than his tongue dipped inside of you was his fucking cock dragging against your gummy insides while he moaned into your ear.

“Eddie,” you whimpered, your legs wobbling, “I-I’m so cl-close.”

He only hummed, his lips wrapping around your clit as he softly sucked, letting his tongue run over it gently. Eddie could feel you quivering. He could tell you were so close to your climax and he was so desperate to taste all of you, he started moving his tongue faster and sucking harder. You yanked at his hair, grinding your hips against his face as you saw nothing but white, your climax finally falling over you. You didn’t even care if the moans that fell from your lips were loud and pornographic, knowing Eddie loved the sound of his name falling from your sweet lips as drool pooled in the corner. When Eddie pulled away from you, you could see all of your juices clinging to his face. He ran his tongue over his lips, a grin appearing on his face as he tasted your sweetness.

“So fucking messy,” he moaned.

You were panting, stars flashing in your line of vision as he came down from your high. Eddie could see your fucked out expression but he wasn’t done with you. He wanted the whole school to know that you weren’t going anywhere. You practically belonged to him. Standing to his feet, Eddie gripped your thighs tightly before picking you up and pressing himself into you. His jean covered bulge rubbing against your already tired pussy as you soaked his jeans. You felt embarrassed by it, trying to figure out what you or Eddie would say to anyone who asked about the wet spot. Eddie, on the other hand, was grinding his hard on against you, moaning at the friction his pace was causing. Little whimpers left your glossy lips, your lipstick fighting hard to keep your lips painted, and deep growls and groans left Eddie’s lips as he quickened his pace. If he didn’t stop, he was going to cum in his pants.

Having to fight himself, he pulled away so he could unbutton his pants and remove his aching cock. The blood from his brain had made its way down to his cock and it was throbbing.

“I need you so bad,” Eddie whined, his voice full of desperation.

“Please, Eddie, fuck me,” you mutter, wanting to feel his thick cock abusing your already spent cunt.

“How can I say no when you asked so fucking nicely.”

Eddie let his pants pull to his ankles, along with his boxers, his bright red tip pushing against your folds. You moaned lightly. Eddie was chuckling into your neck, a single hand gripping the zipper to your pink jacket and pulling it down. Eddie groaned at the sight of your nipples poking through the white, spaghetti strapped, cropped shirt. You hadn’t worn a bra today.

“No bra?” Eddie hissed, “such a fucking slut. You wanted to get fucked today, huh?”

Of course you did. After school, Eddie normally took you back to his place and the two of you shared in some passionate love making but this was equally as good.

Eddie pushed his thick cock into you, moans leaving both your lips as you rocked your hips into him wanting him deeper inside you. Eddie pushed you tightly against the wall, clicking his tongue in the process. He almost felt ashamed of being jealous because here you were all needy and ready for his cock to roughly pound into you. Eventually, after carefully pushing himself into you, Eddie’s hips started to rock into you faster and harder. Some of the leftover cleaning supplies toppled over and crashed to the floor as he buried himself into you with such force. Your tongue rolled out of your mouth, drool slipping and landing on your chest, eyes crossed and breasts bouncing as he fucked you.

“E-Eddie,” you pant, hands gripping his shoulders.

“All mine,” he groaned, “fuck, I don’t know what I’d do without you. I’ll kill anyone who thinks they can take you away from me. Fuck, baby.”

It was an empty threat. You had a better time believing that Eddie would start a punching match with someone rather than believing he was capable of killing someone. He wasn’t that sick minded, even if he liked to pretend he was.

All of your thoughts in your head resurfaced when Eddie removed his cock from inside you. You whined but Eddie just clicked his tongue while letting your legs drop. They were wobbly and you had a hard time standing up on your own, but luckily you didn’t have for long. Eddie turned you around, your ass pressed against him as he slipped himself back into you from behind. God you’d never felt so fucking full.

“Don’t worry, doll,” he growled, “I’m not done with you. I want this whole school to know who’s making you feel this good.”

Eddie snapped his hips roughly making you slam against the wall. More cleaning products fell off the shelves and cluttered around y’all’s feet. Eddie moaned at the sight of his dick disappearing between your legs, feeling your cunt tightly wrap around him and squeeze him while your juices coated every inch of him. He leaned forward attaching his mouth to your shoulder and digging his teeth into your flesh, this earned a lewd moan from you that the two of you were sure others heard. Gripping on leg, Eddie lifted it so he could fuck you deeper.

“Fuck, just like that, Eddie,” you cried, your hands fumbling to grab onto something.

“My God,” Eddie croaked, “you feel so good, baby. Taking my cock so well like a good little girl.”

“Just…just for you.”

“Just for me.”

Eddie knew you’d never leave him. The two of you were meant to be together, not to mention there would be no reason for you to leave. He treated you like a queen.

“I’m gonna cum again,” you pant.

“Fuck yes.”

His speed got faster, a single hand slamming down on your bare ass leaving a red mark to be seen tomorrow. The thought of leaving a handprint on your ass sent jolts of electricity through him as he brought his hand down again for another slap. You screwed your eyes shut as you felt a etire wave of pleasure gush over you. The leg you were standing on buckled and you would have fallen if it wasn’t for Eddie holding you and the wall keeping you upwards. Stars blurred your vision as a loud moan rippled from your lips, Eddie’s pace never stopping as he plunged himself into you repeatedly. Your cum dripped all the way down his cock and clung to his balls which slapped aimlessly against what they could reach.

“Eddie,” you mewled, exhausted.

“Al-almost there,” he gasped, “gonna fill you up. Fuck, wanna watch my cum drip from your slutty hole. Maybe I’ll even make you…make you go out there with my cum running down your legs. Fuck, fuck. That’ll show that asshole you’re mine.”

You couldn’t help but cry at his degrading words, they were almost lewd enough to make you cum for a third time.

“I-I’m gonna cum,” Eddie huskily growled, “fuck, I’m cumming.”

With a deep moan and his hips sputtering against yours, you felt Eddie release all of his seed into your plushy pink walls filling you to the absolute brim. All that could be heard was the sound of the two of you panting as Eddie kept himself buried inside of you, not wanting to let you go just yet. He wished the two of you were at his house because then the two of you could cuddle under the sheets and drift off to sleep. But you guys were at school.

Eventually, Eddie pulled his softening cock out of your sore body earning a whimper and whine from you as he did so. Almost immediately, Eddie’s cum started running down your legs mixed with your own essence. He could practically drool at the sight. When you were stable enough to move on your own, you pushed yourself off the cool, concrete wall and looked around for something to clean yourself with. Eddie then pulled at your white shirt.

“I mean, you’ve already drooled all over it,” he laughed.

He held your jacket while you removed it, revealing your pretty, plump breasts. His eyes watched them carefully while you cleaned yourself up before putting on your pink jacket again. It was like before, nothing about your outfit changing besides the white shirt. Maybe no one would notice.

Eddie took your white shirt and stuffed it into his pocket before the two of you walked out of the janitor’s closet. There wasn’t anyone in the hall, surprisingly, and you felt like the two of you didn’t have to say anything about what happened in the closet because you were sure the two of you were loud. However, when the two of you entered the cafeteria again, everyone’s eyes were on you. And you thought it was because they had heard y’all fucking until you saw Eddie holding up your white shirt that was now covered in his and your cum. A large smile was present on his face because he was proud of what he had just accomplished. Normally, you’d be upset if he paraded around letting everyone know that he just fucked you but there was a since of satisfaction knowing that everyone, especially Jason, were shocked to see that Eddie “the freak” Munson had bagged a complete package. All the while everyone thought you were a sweet, innocent girl but in reality you were a complete freak but only for the kind of freak’s himself.

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A twist in time

Pairing: Captain America Chris Evans x Male Reader x Superman Henry Cavill

Summary: A sudden ravaging force made its rampage through space and time, causing an unwanted rupture within the greater omniverse. The citizens of earth are left broken, sorrowful, and desperate as it seems all hope is lost. The only faith left in humanity stands within two veteran superheroes, both from different timelines. They two are on the verge of giving up as Earth is expected to reach its end, but a certain someone might be the last thing keeping them going

Word count: 3.3k+

Warnings: 18+, Heavy angst, mentions of family loss, mass poverty, hunger, depression, slight dirty thoughts, kissing, mugging, mentions of sexual assault, fluff, death, crying

A/N: Hey everyone! Back with another fic. I decided to try something different, this one is definitely more emotional and heavy than my other fics. Please let me know, in the comments, if you guys like this style! Thanks!

*FLASHBACK 6 months prior to the tragedy*

"Three, two, one- Happy birthday dad!" you exclaimed as the people around you cheered and hollered in celebration of your wonderful father's 55th birthday. The atmosphere was ebullient and blissful. You were surrounded by all your friends and loved ones, what could possibly go wrong?

Your life was quite typical, nothing eccentric ever happened, you just lived a normal American life.

A bright smile emerged onto your father's face as he blew the candles out on his cake, such a campy, traditional method of celebrating a birthday. "Oh thank you everyone! You guys have truly made this such a memorable day for me! God bless you a-" your dad couldn't even finish his last word before the ground beneath you violently flipped and the world around you collapsed in mere seconds.

A boisterous cacophony filled the air as a great, morose darkness consumed the world as you knew it. An immense dizziness poisoned your head as you arose from the coarse ground. A feeling of deep disparity and confusion puzzled your brain as your eyes slowly became crystal pools.

How quickly the atmosphere changed

The most beloved people in your lives were all happy in one place, celebrating a great event; the next thing you know, those same people lay beside you, their bodies lifeless, clothed in debris. You tried to stand up but a stinting pain penetrated your skin, right below you kneecaps. You could only crawl your way through the endless amount of rubble and bodies that surrounded you. You made your way out the door of the party venue to see the most intriguing, yet absolutely horrifying landscape you've ever seen in your life.

Absolutely pandemonium

Skyscrapers crumbling into the ground, children frenetically running around - trying desperately to find their parents - , the sounds of screams and cries scattered across the city as fear consumed everybody's souls. The wind brushed your face as you watched the city you grew up in, fall to ruins in an instant.

"What the hell happened?" you thought to yourself, witnessing absolute global destruction.

"What exactly caused this? A natural disaster? Terrorist attacks?"

None. What happened was beyond any human's comprehension. A force of mass hatred, destruction, and hunger powered through space and time. A pan-dimensional entity, fueled by enmity, was on a quest to consume the infinite cosmos, and it has just reached Earth.

But in the midst of all this chaos, two blue figurines caught your eye as they blazed through all the commotion and falling buildings. A sudden ray of light in the ever-growing darkness, a spark of hope in an infinite pit of sorrow. You tried to make out who the two beings were, they were moving so fast, they looked, inhuman. You limped over to a stop sign, trying to make out what it was.

A more clear sight of the heroes stunned you as you could finally make out the two images: what looked to be, Captain America and Superman of all people.

But it couldn't be, right? They only existed in fiction and were just a simple idea of mankind. But it was real, it was so real. They were humanity's last hope, their only hope.

*FLASHFORWARD to present day*

You finally woke up from your everlasting slumber. After everyone you loved was gone, taking your life seemed to be the best option to end the endless cycle of pain and loss you felt. The shelter you stayed at wasn't amazing either; all the citizens of your city crammed into one facility, trying to make ends meet.

And this morning was no different from any other, the unpleasant smell of expired food painted a sour expression on your face.

You slouched off the bed, dragging your limbs to the door of your bunk. A tear staining your cheek as you reminisced the days where you were happy, when you had people you could turn to; all that down the drain, and now, you had no one.

It's been days since you left your bunk. You practically trapped yourself here, never wanting to interact with another human ever again. But your body was calling out to you: you were so fucking hungry.

Even though you grew extremely distant from the world, something fueled you to keep going, almost like, a fire igniting deep inside you. You opened the door, greeted by the cold, smoky air; something everyone was quite used to at this point.

You walked over to the bathrooms, the stench that grew on you starting to really bemuse you. The door opened and, there he was. The ever-so-infamous Captain America.

You stared into his cold blue eyes, his blond hair elegantly quaffed.

"Can I help you?" he asked, staring down at your much smaller figure.

You were completely taken aback by his daunting appearance. He was tall, around 6'2", stacked with muscle and chiseled to the bone. His eyebrow raised as he waited for your response, crossing his arms, showing off his biceps that were accented by his white tank top.

"Chris Evans?" you said, still suspicious of who the man really was.

"Who? I'm not really sure who that is. I'm surprised you don't know me" he said, questioning what you just said.

"Steve Rogers, Captain America, some might say, pleasure to meet you" holding his hand out for you to shake it.

You hesitantly shook his hand, still not completely sure what was going on.

"Pleasure to meet y-you too. H-how exactly are you, real?" you asked, staring into his eyes.

"Haha yeah I know this whole get up seems funny, but I'm 100% real. I know the muscles and the good looks are a lot, but I'm just a kid from Brooklyn, a really, really lucky kid from Brooklyn" he chuckled.

You didn't exactly know how to feel. You felt like you were in some kind of virtual reality, what else could it be? You were talking to Captain America of all people! But little did you know that reality was nothing but a concept, a toy for a greater entity to play with.

Besides the fact that you were talking to a literal superhero, something else was puzzling your brain. A feeling that coursed through your brain, the feeling of, love. You just met this man, but you wanted him, you absolutely needed him.

"Uhm, it was nice meeting you. It's great to talk to someone else that isn't Superman, oh that selfless log. But uhm, yeah, I'll see you soon. And what was your name again? I don't remember if you told me?" he said, putting on a tight muscle shirt.

"Y/N" you said, cheeks flustered bright pink.

"Y/N, I like that name. Well, see you soon, Y/N"

You watched as the man walked into the facility base, completely awestruck by his charm. If only you knew that those same feelings were rumbling inside his stomach.

You washed up, put on a new pair of clothes, and made your way to the dining hall. You were so beyond hungry, a simple bowl of cereal could fulfill your needs. You got in line at the kitchen as the lunch ladies put some gray porridge onto your plate.

The fresh look on your small face disappeared at the sight of maggots and flies crawling around your "breakfast". You sat down as you forced the muddy slop into your mouth; you felt your tastebuds begin to suffer and cry as you continued eating it.

That's when you felt a strong hand grab your shoulder, its grip tight and sturdy.

"Hey Y/N! It's me again, haha. I'd like to introduce you to my friend. This is Clark, I'm sure you know all about him, but the people in this world are pretty different from mine."

"Hey there Y/N, Clark Kent, you probably know me as Superman"

"Hi! Huge fan. But, I'm confused. I know things are pretty crazy, but how exactly did you, come to life? I mean on this Earth, I don't know about your earth, Captain America and Superman are just fictional characters" you said, still completely puzzled by the two heroes' existences

They both looked at each with great confusion and ambivalence.

"Listen, Y/N. We're just as confused as you are, nothing really makes sense right now. We've lost so many lives, lots of good people, but there's no solid explanation. From what we know, there's something, out there. We're not quite sure what it is but it's slowly destroying reality as we know it. I guess this thing caused a rift in the space time continuum, that's why we're on this planet. Everything is so, unfamiliar" Clark said, his voice a little raspy and shaken.

"We're trying everything we can to save the world but, nothing's working" Steve said, his hand rubbing his chin.

"Well I think it's best for you two to stay strong! Come on! The world's Earth's defenders can defend Earth! I believe in you guys" you said, full of optimism. You farewelled the two men before leaving the dining room. Clark's eyes immediately scanned your ass, his x-ray vision seeping through your pants.

"Oh someone's got a little crush" Steve giggled, cleaning up some of the tables.

"H-hey! That's not true! I'm loyal!" Clark yelled, sounding furious.

"Loyal to someone who's dead? Yeah that doesn't exist anymore"

All Clark saw was red, he grabbed Steve's neck, gripping it tightly as he looked Steve deep in the eye.

"You wanna repeat that Captain?" he said, his eyes starting to glow a scarlet red.

"H-hey hey! Easy man, I was just playing, don't take it personally"

Clark let go of Steve's neck, still a little irritated by Steve's ignorant comment.

"Sorry, it's just Lois' death, I can't live without her" Clark said, his eye sockets beginning to fill with tears.

Clark never talked about his feelings, he was Superman, after all. Steve was the only person who knew of Clark's depression after Lois' death.

"Hey, you have a lot to live for! You're Superman! You're my best bud, I lost my family, my best friend, my colleagues, and I still stay with my head up. And besides, Y/N is mine" Steve said, with slight sarcasm in his voice.

"Yeah right. He'd choose me in a fucking heartbeat. Like you said, I'm Superman"

"Oh please! Y/N has known me for longer and don't forget, I'm Captain America!"

"Fuck you" Clark murmured under his breath.

"In your dreams"

*FLASHFORWARD 30 minutes later*

You decided to take some time outside of the facility, take a trip down memory lane, if you will. You walked out of the gates and into the city, tears filled your eyes as you saw the city you loved, smashed to pieces.

You walked on the sidewalk, the same sidewalk you took on the way to school, the memories bringing an immense bittersweet feeling.

You lived in the heart of NYC, the city was bustling with people everyday. Now the city has become a dour ruin, nothing more than debris, rubble, and smoke.

You turned the corner of a run-down building and crossed a dark alleyway. But the sight of the alleyway left you completely frozen in fear and anxiety.

Seven cloaked men were huddling up when they noticed you, their eyes went from bloodshot with drugs to lustful.

"Oh look who it is? A beautiful little doe? What're you doing in these parts?" the tallest man said, his large figure terrifying you.

You instantly ran out of the alleyway and started running back to the facility. Your adrenaline kicked in as the men chased you, getting closer and closer with each step.

You turned the corner of an abandoned hospital and just your luck: a dead end.

The men cornered you, rubbing their hands together, prepared to do horrible things to you.

"Oh what a beautiful thing you are!" the tallest man said as the men grabbed you and pinned you against the wall. Their cold, grimy hands removing your pants from your body. Slapping and fondling with your cheeks, ready to remove your last layer of protection.

The big man's hand groped your thigh as he stuck his hand down your underwear, tears streaming down your cheeks.

"P-please, hel-" you yelped out before a seeming gust of wind whipped past your face; and in an instant, the men were gone.

The daunting nightmare you were living in all disappeared.

"W-what was that?" you thought to yourself before a tall blue figure slowly descended to the ground.

"You really shouldn't be here, Y/N. There's dangerous people that might hurt you" Clark said, the slightest bit of sarcasm in his voice.

You rolled your eyes as the man nonchalantly stood there.

"Oh not even a thank you, Y/N? Come on!" he scoffed, crossing his arms.

"Thank you, Clark" you said, trying to walk out of the alleyway before a large hand strongly gripped your waist.

"I think I deserve a bigger apology, Y/N. I saved your life you know?" he whispered, his face practically inches away from yours now.

"W-what do you want from me? Are you gonna mug me too?" You tried to squirm out of his grip, your efforts completely useless against his otherworldly strength.

Your crystal blue eyes sunk into his before he connected his smooth pink lips onto yours. The atmosphere around you completely changed as the warm and tender feeling of absolute love filled the air.

He softly grabbed the back of your neck, stroking your hair as he caressed your soft, black hair. You were so in love. Delicate butterflies swarmed your stomach as the most powerful being on Earth, was passionately kissing you.

Minutes passed by, seemingly hours, nothing could ever separate you two. He pulled out, making you whine, desperate to feel the man again.

"Let's go home, baby" he kindly gestured, grabbing your waist before flying back to the city, you, completely safe and secure in his grip.

But little did you know that you and Clark had a small audience present at your love filled show. Steve

Absolute anger and envy consumed his body as he stood there, hidden behind a mailbox. Tears jerked from his eyes as his new best friend was kissing the love of his life.

"Damn it! DAMN IT!" he yelled out, kicking a trash can next to him, completely enraged. But not even Steve was alone, the city was filled with poverty; the people who ended up trapped in the city were left hopeless. Unfortunately their guardian angel never showed up.

Steve was a mess. A pit of sorrow planted in his stomach as he walked back to the facility. But a certain woman ran out from the corner, her clothes ragged and dirty.

"P-please help us! I-if you can't take me, please take my baby! I beg you!" she cried, holding up a crying baby to Steve's face.

"Get away from me! You dirty hag!" he screamed, pushing the woman.

Steve's sudden change in attitude left a toll on him; the new Steve wasn't interested in saving people, he just wanted to be with you, forever.

*FLASHFORWARD 30 minutes*

You sat in your bed, still jovial about your little moment with Clark, you really loved him.

*knock*

"Who could it be?" you thought, opening the door.

It was Steve. His angry eyebrows and tall figure scaring you as he walked into your bunk, locking the door.

"Do you know why I'm here, Y/N?"

You gulped, sweat accumulated on your forehead as you stared at the man.

"N-no"

"Why you little-" he scoffed, grabbing your collar, pulling you toward him.

"Listen, you little slut. I know what you and Clark did. Don't think he loves you, Y/N. You really think he does? He just needs a filler because Lois is gone. Don't be stupid, Y/N. You're mine! Alright?" he said, his breath hot and heavy.

Your eyes became pools as the man you trusted, respected, loved, called you a slut. You ran out of your room, your feelings hurt and betrayed. At this point, who could you turn to?

"W-wait! Y/N! Oh Fuck! What have I become?" Steve cried, his hands holding face as the love of his life just ran away from him.

You ran into Clark's bunk, knowing he was the only person you could trust right now, and hugged him.

"Y/N? W-what's wrong baby? I hate to see you cry" he said, caressing your hair.

"I-it's nothing. Steve, he's, upset. I think he saw what we did."

"Steve? Oh you're kidding!" he laughed out.

"I knew he liked you! But I didn't know he liked you, that much. Don't be sad, Y/N. Steve is just, very emotional. His emotions take over his actions and I guess he was just not feeling it. I'm sure he'll apologize, take my word for it" Clark said, hugging you tightly.

Coincidentally, Steve walked into Clark's bunk, a pile of dead flowers in his hand.

"H-hey, Y/N. Sorry about earlier. I, I don't know what came over me, I was just, really, really jealous. If you two are happy together, I shouldn't come in the way of that. I want you to be happy. Please forgive me" he kindly apologized, awkwardly giving you the flowers.

"Aw, thanks Steve. Don't stress it, I guess why you would want me" you giggled, holding the withering flowers.

"Thank you, Y/N" he said, tears falling down his cheeks as he hugged you, his grip firm and tender.

Clark watched as you two made up, a warm smile drawn on his face as happiness filled the air.

*FLASHFORWARD 2 weeks*

Things couldn't have been better between you three. You weren't necessarily dating but, you were hopelessly in love with the two men.

"Hey, Y/N! You wanna come help me serve dinner?" Steve said, gesturing his hand to you.

You walked over to the kitchen, the food quality definitely improved from back then. Everything was perfect. Even if the majority of the Earth was in ruins, you were in love.

Then it happened.

The ground flipped beneath you and Steve, the walls of the facility crumbling down, debris falling from above.

"Y/N! Y/N! Are you okay?" Steve cried out, searching for you in the midst of all the concrete.

"S-steve! I n-need help!" you groaned, as your skinny body was trapped beneath a large refrigerator.

Steve rushed to your aid, effortlessly prying the fridge off of you, scooping you up before you two ran out of the facility.

The horrors you faced outside were like none before. Whatever ruined the Earth before, was back, and it was back for more.

Everything was being sucked in. All the last remnants of Earth being eaten by this demonic force.

Steve tightly held onto you, not wanting to be separated. Your screams broke his heart as the world was nearing an end.

"Y/N!" Clark yelled, flying down from the sky, holding onto you and Steve.

"Y/N! We can't hold on much longer! We have to help the other people! We, we love you, Y/N!" they cried, before letting go of you. However safe you felt earlier, was all gone as they let go of you.

"Clark! Steve! Where are you guys! Please! Answer me!" you yelled, trying to find the two men, running around the destroyed facility.

You've been through plenty of trauma; you already witnessed the first end of the Earth but nothing was quite like this.

Your eyes looked up as the ambiguous image of the sky filled your eyes.

That's when you saw it

It was Clark and Steve. Their bodies were being hopelessly sucked into the primordial force, their efforts to fight back, completely useless.

"Y/N! We, we love you!" they yelled, before their bodies were sucked into the abyss.

"Why should I live?"

"What did I do to deserve this?"

Thoughts that filled your head as you fell to your knees. Your heart shattered into countless pieces as you just witnessed the death of the only two people you loved.

Love is bittersweet. It's good while it lasts, but, when it's gone, it hurts.

You hurt

THE END

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adobe-outdesign · 6 months

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Snom review! :3 (and frosmoth too ig)

Snom basically became a hit as soon as it came out, and that's no big shock. Based off a jewel caterpillar, Snom replaces the usual gelatinous covering with icicles and some matching ice-typing, which is a nice twist on the original organism.

As an added bonus, the fact that icicles are made of water means that its spikes are semi-transparent, and you can see its body through them. Not only does this match the actual caterpillar, but it also just makes for a cool effect.

Outside of that, the design is super simple. The compact, fruit-gummy-esq body is super cute, and I love that it just has a tiny dot eye located far back on its head. The stylized mandibles are also fun.

This line is one of the ones that skip the middle stage in favor of jumping straight to the moth. I don't have any problems with Pokemon doing this (they're fantasy creatures, they don't need to match real life all the time), and this line does feel good as a two-stager.

That aside, I do find Frosmoth fairly forgettable. It's not really a bad design or anything; it's just that we've gotten tons of moth Pokemon over the years, and there's not much going on conceptually with Frosmoth to really make it stick out (compared to Snom, who's status as a jewel caterpillar instantly makes it look pretty different compared to the other caterpillar 'mons out there).

Visually, I do like how chunky its body is. It's more akin to a silk moth than an actual jewel moth caterpillar (which tend to be very fluffy but with smaller abdomens), but it is something very moth-like. It also has little "paws" hidden against its body, which I wish we saw more often because they're very cute.

The shape of the antennae are also very pretty, as are the snowflake-like patterns. And you can't tell it here, but the gray areas of its design are actually semi-transparent, which is a nice callback to Snom:

But there's just no singular element that really stands out to make it memorable; Volcarona, for example, has six wings. I don't know what its thing might've been (maybe it could've retained some spikes somewhere in the design), but it does feel like it's missing something. regardless, its still a pleasant design from a visual standpoint.

Anyway, overall, Snom is adorable and has a fun concept and design. Frosmoth is a bit more generic, but still pretty, and both designs are nice and simple.

#pokemon #pokemon reviews #snom #frosmoth

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TELL ME, my dearly beloved, what do we think of dilf anakin? I am crazy obsessed with the thought of him being older but not like stupid old, just old enough where he’s got all that experience, hes had kids, gotten married or whatever this au is. his boyish charm he had in his youth made him cute and of course sweet, but now it’s different, it’s become something a bit more… attractive. Just overall sexier. Like, there’s just something about him that’s so enticing, even if the age gap is pretty big (ofc you’re still an adult) just to know he knows what he’s doing, he’s had plenty of time to learn all the tricks and is all romantic and just so MMMMMMM I want his kids.

Idk all I know is that that man would be so fuckable as a dilf (he’s always fuckable, but you know what I mean)

(((I totally got carried away here)))

i think age gaps are so hot when used in the right circumstances. i do like dilf anakin, i love @anisbaby‘s posts about dilf anakin sm if you’re looking for more content like that. i dont write much dilf content for anakin except i think the parent trap au i did a bit ago where youre essentially “meredith blake” but with more of a realistic twist.

☥ the experience is definitely so hot like he just knows how to please you immediately he never needed a training run like younger anakin would have. its like hes already memorized your body and all its buttons just because he and his ex wife had crazy amounts of informational sex (look at padme and tell me she wasn’t a horn dog that rarely let her husband have a spare moment to himself without hopping on his dick and ordering him how to please her— he loved every second)

☥ ur right he would be so romantic. he’d love secluded dinners, he’d try cooking for you (whenever i imagine dilf anakin i always imagine him rich? hes got rich vibes). he loves being your sugar daddy and playfully teasing you about how if you dont fuck him right now he’ll withhold your allowance.

☥ also the fact i know he plays coy before you tell him you like him and want his cock and his babies—

got this glint in his eye every time he notices your subtle flirts. “oh yeah?” and checks you out, rewarding you when you make your attraction known to him.

☥ at one point he just has to confirm it “got a thing for older men?”

“i can’t explain it. something about experience adds to it.”

“well, you’re welcome to try me on for size.”

☥ i feel like i have more to say on this but its stuffed inside @starmanskywalker’s and i’s collab we’ve been working on 🤭🤭 we’re very excited to put it out. so stay tuned for that for more dilf anakin content 💕

#jellydodger #ch: dilf!anakin #dilf!anakin #thanks for the msg!!#indy shoots the shit #anakin #anakin skywalker x reader #anakin skywalker smut #au!anakin #au!anakin skywalker #reader insert

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Choose your favorite!

Vote in the other polls!

What fans say:

Atlantis: The Lost Empire:

The whole movie is just top tier good shit. One of the top best underrated Disney movies with a great twist on who is bad. Ahead of its time. Plus Leonard Nimoy as the king???

I love the music, I love the adventure, and Helga Sinclair is an excellent villain. Not to mention such a strong cast.

Legitimately one of the most fascinatingly original animated films ever made, with not only a unique art style, but a cast of incredible and diverse characters all written with genuine heart and personality. I personally memorized what I call "Milo's Rant" for a drama monologue project in high school, and it still stands as one of my favorite scenes in ANY movie to this day.

The art style is amazing and it is one of my favorite stories. It was one of my favorite childhood movies and still is my favorite now. My favorite scene has to be the end fight scene in the volcano, though the "ENGLAND MUST NEVER MIX WITH FRANCE" line from Mole still makes me chuckle.

Megamind:

The memes on that guy! Also very likely one of Tumblr's most iconic movies. There's just great stuff in there and I want to rewatch the damn thing now.

The animation is great, the dialogue is INCREDIBLE, its an utterly fantastic deconstruction of the superhero genre, it is CRIMINALLY underrated, and i love it with every facet of my being (: Also my favorite scene is probably "PRESENTATION!!!" Seriously, i CANNOT overstate how awesome this scene is. Its perfect in SOOOOOO many ways!!!

PRESENTATION!!!!!!!!

An absolute delight of a film, Megamind is funny, subversive and incredibly emotionally resonant. Megamind is a very relatable protagonist and it might be one of the funniest movies I've ever watched. If you haven't seen it, you should.

Every scene is my favourite, it’s a masterpiece of humour and subversion and plot twists, 10-11 year old me didn’t watch it over 20 times in a row for nothing. I’ve had the opening quote written on my mirror since 2013.

PRESENTATION. it has a really good story, plot, characters, themes, and its really funny and i like it very much.

#Atlantis The Lost Empire #Atlantis #Megamind #best animated movie #round 2 #tournament poll #tumblr's favorite

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writing-intheundercroft · 3 months

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Your Ivy Grows // House of Gaunt

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Summary: Ominis Gaunt cannot see, but he can feel. He can feel the tall thickets of grass outside of his Aunt Noctua's house, now his for the summer. He can feel the sand down by the beach, the water of the tide pools, the overgrown ivy in Noctua's beloved garden. Most importantly, he can feel the gentle brush of his house guest's hand against his as they take their daily walk. He fears that he may feel much, much more for his new house guest.

Word Count: 6,745

Chapter Rating: Explicit

Warnings: Smut, oral sex F!receiving, vaginal sex NSFW, MDNI

“Are you ready?”

Ominis wasn’t ready to answer her question quite yet. He squeezed his eyes tight, taking in a deep breath. He hoped they wouldn’t be gone for long, but he couldn’t fight the twisting feeling deep down in his stomach. Something told him no matter how their trip to London went, things might not be the same upon their return. So, Ominis took his time memorizing the house in its current state. He wanted to remember everything as it was–the fresh, salty sea air, the earthy smell of the garden wafting in the breeze. Afternoons spent basking in sunlight, laying in the lush grass while his companion trimmed the ivy.

Of all the things Ominis would miss, it would be the freedom the old seaside manor provided the young couple that he would long for the most.

Not long after Marvolo’s howler had destroyed itself, a thestral drawn carriage bearing the Gaunt family crest arrived. Golly had pointed out the carriage in the front drive of the house, anxiously drumming her hands against neck. Of course, Ominis could not see them, nor could his houseguest. Sebastian, giving a weary sigh, confirmed the arrival of the winged beasts. The house immediately descended into chaos. Golly, still trembling, made her way upstairs to pack their trunks. His houseguest trailed behind her, trying to appease the house-elf’s worries.

Sebastian and Ominis stood in the study, listening to the commotion upstairs.

“Can’t put it off any longer,” Sebastian said quietly. “You’re going to ask him for her hand, aren’t you?”

“It’s our only option.” Ominis put a hand on his friend’s shoulder. “I…I want to thank you for trying.”

“I won’t stop,” Sebastian warned him. “There’s got to be another way.”

“While I admire your tenacity, Sebastian, I’m not sure we have time for your plan.” Ominis sighed.

His only solution was to beg his brother for her hand in marriage, and if that failed…

No, Ominis thought. He wouldn’t even dream of it.

Within the hour, Golly had strapped in their trunks, she and Sebastian watching the couple anxiously as they departed the front drive. The thestrals picked up their pace, cantering down the gravel drive until they reached a high enough speed to take flight. Ominis’s hand flew down to hers as the carriage rocked, squeezing it tightly.

“Taking off is always the worst part.” he said sheepishly, patting his brow.

She sidled up to him, a curl brushing his cheek. “I figured it would be.” she mused. “How long until we’re in London?”

“Give or take an hour or two,” Ominis sighed. “And while I’d love to spend the entire time holding you,” he said, slipping a finger under her chin, “we should probably get a few things straight.”

“Like what?” she asked, tilting her head.

Ominis chewed the inside of his cheek. He let his finger trail upwards, the pad of his thumb brushing over her lips. He groaned when she parted them, taking a deep sigh. “For starters, we probably shouldn’t do that around my brother. Anywhere in the house, really. We shouldn’t even be near one another.”

Even without his wand out, he could sense her deflate, pulling away from him. “We could be sneaky–”

“The word doesn’t exist at my brother’s house.” Ominis grumbled.

“But the night of the ball–” she argued, Ominis pressing another finger to her lips.

“While a fond memory, it was a lapse in judgment. We’re lucky there were plenty of distractions the night of the ball, and we nearly got caught then.” he reminded her. “Marvolo will have his eyes on us when it’s just family in the house.”

He could feel the way her shoulders bowled over. “Fine,” she grumbled. “A week without touching you. I think we’ll survive.”

“I can’t say the same for myself.” Ominis admitted.

She chuckled quietly, which brought some relief to him. “What else should I be mindful of?” she asked.

Ominis sighed. “You should be wary of my sisters. They’re normally lingering about the house, and they always have a trick up their sleeves.”

“Sisters.” she said slowly. “What are they like?”

Ominis rolled his eyes, leaning his chin into his knuckles. “Cedrella, Dorcas, and Apolline.” he drawled. “The worst. When they’re not gossiping about their friends, they’re complaining about their husbands. I can’t blame them, they’re all cretins, but still.”

“Oh come on,” she argued. “Your sisters can’t be so awful.”

Ominis hardened his jaw. “Cedrella never cared much for me in the first place–she and Marvolo were already off at Hogwarts by the time I was born. The other two…well, I would’ve thought we had a close relationship, until they cast the cruciatus curse on me as a child.” he said bitterly.

“Oh.” she whispered, her voice small and quiet. “I…I didn’t know.”

“You couldn’t have, I didn’t tell you.” Ominis said gently. “They’re why I detest the unforgivable curses, and the dark arts in general.”

“So, I shouldn’t trust your sisters.” She gave his hand a reassuring squeeze.

Ominis fiddled with his wand. “Don’t trust my sisters,” he echoed.

“Who else will be there?” she asked.

“I doubt anyone else,” Ominis grumbled. “Most of the time my parents stay at the manor. My father is harmless enough at this point–he’s been senile for years. My mother mostly stays with him, so you won’t have to worry about her.”

“What of Marvolo’s wife?”

Ominis shrugged. “My sister-in-law doesn’t particularly enjoy his company, so she stays at the manor with my parents while Marvolo has his fun.” The word came out viciously. “I’m sure one of his many mistresses will be there.”

“I wonder what they’re like,” she mumbled.

“A rotating door of ladies,” Ominis rolled his eyes. “Except for his favorite, Araminta Malfoy. She’s the one you saw at the ball–his most regular companion. They were lovers when they were in school.”

“Why didn’t he marry her?” she asked.

“I was very young, so I don’t remember it exactly,” Ominis admitted. “There was a terrible argument over it, though. I think there was a rumor that one of her cousins had gone soft, and they’d thought he was a squib. Father was worried it might dilute our bloodline, so he forced Marvolo to marry a Lestrange instead.”

She was quiet for a moment; Ominis could almost hear the gears ticking in her head as she thought.

“She must really love him.” she mused. “To put up with it.”

Ominis rolled his eyes, tilting his head against the cool glass. “I doubt either of them are all that emotional. It’s hard to imagine my brother feeling anything at all, really.”

“I’m not talking about your brother. I know firsthand that he’s deficient in that department. But imagine being someone’s mistress for that long. Gods, I’d hate it. Never fully belonging to someone the way you want to.” she said wistfully. “Think I’d rather be put out of my misery than live half a life, you know?”

Ominis paused, ruminating over her sentiment. He never wanted to feel any sympathy towards his brother or his mistress. “I guess I never thought of it that way.”

She didn’t say anything else; his companion merely tangled her fingers with his, her head leaning against his shoulder. He leaned down, pressing a soft kiss to the top of her hair.

“We would never be like that, would we?” she asked, breaking the silence.

“Never.” Ominis declared. The carriage dipped as the thestrals adjusted in the air; his companion slid even closer to him, hugging him closely.

“I’ll have to be indifferent towards you when we’re there. At least until I can get Marvolo alone to ask him.” Ominis swallowed thickly at the thought. “But I just want you to know that I don’t mean it. The way I act, the disinterest…you know I could never feel that way towards you.” Ominis reassured her.

“I know.” She murmured, pressing a longing kiss against the corner of his mouth. “I know.”

Somehow, that didn’t reassure him.

Ominis had always hated the London house. He’d never spent much time there as a child; his parents were embarrassed to have their blind son out around their society friends, punting him off to Noctua instead. By the time Ominis was old enough to hold his own at society events, Marvolo had taken over the house as his main residence. He’d filled the Gaunt’s London abode with his collection of magical artifacts, and allowed his pet snakes to roam freely.

While the luxurious furnishings and decor were enough to impress wizarding society, Ominis knew better. The rugs were worn and fraying, artwork borrowed or stolen. Thanks to Marvolo’s many raucous social gatherings, the carpets were damp and smelled of stale firewhiskey.

“I don’t remember it looking like this during the ball,” his companion whispered. She trailed behind him, gingerly slipping past the cluttered hallway.

“Marvolo is quite talented at hiding away the mess he’s made,” Ominis grunted. “I dare not ask how he’s paid for half of these artifacts. He has all the house-elves work overtime to spruce the place up in time for a party.”

It was a short trek to the ballroom; Marvolo sat atop his makeshift throne, his mistress Araminta seated at his feet like she had been at the ball. Ominis could sense the presence of his sisters, scattered around the room. Cedrella was sitting next to the window, paying them no attention whatsoever, while Dorcas and Apolline quietly sewed. As expected, none of their husbands were present.

“My dear baby brother,” Marvolo mused, tapping his chin. “Finally well enough to travel. I do hope our friend here was of some help during your illness.”

“Yes,” Ominis feigned. “She was a great help.”

“Come forward, girl.” Marvolo barked.

Ominis awkwardly stepped to the side, his houseguest tiptoeing forward.

“You look very nice in the clothes I bought you.” Marvolo said haughtily. “It appears you do have a lovely shape, after all. Doesn’t she, Araminta?”

“She does,” Araminta declared in her syrupy sweet voice. “Very pretty.”

Ominis gritted his teeth, clenching a fist behind his back.

“Thank you, I suppose.” she muttered, feet pattering backwards.

“I hope you weren’t too bored,” Marvolo droned on, “stuck with Ominis. Although it can’t have been that bad–you look well recovered, brother.” There was a hint of suspicion to his voice, but it melted away as a house elf tiptoed into the room.

“Tea is prepared, sir.” the house-elf squeaked. “And Binky will start working on scrubbing the hallways down right away.”

“Take care not to damage anything whilst you’re cleaning,” Marvolo barked at the house-elf. “And make sure to lock the cellar door before everyone arrives tomorrow.” he stood, his chair scraping the marble floor. “Girls, please show our guest to her room. Ominis, care to join us for tea in the garden? I have to send an owl first, but Araminta can escort you.”

“Of course. Thank you,” Ominis said awkwardly. He could hear his sisters accosting his companion, pulling her away.

“Come along, Ominis.” Araminta said, appearing at his side. Her voice was slightly hoarse, missing the sickly sweet tone she adopted whenever Marvolo was near. She slid her arm through the crook of his elbow, patting his hand. “To the garden.”

Araminta led Ominis out to the garden, gently guiding him to a patio chair.

“Lovely weather in London,” she hummed, nestling into the chair across from him.

“Yes, lovely.” Ominis uttered.

“Although I’m sure it can hardly compare to the seaside.” Araminta noted. Ominis could hear the clinking of the china teacups, Araminta murmuring a warming spell under her breath towards the teapot. As she continued her pleasantries, Ominis found himself drifting back to the conversation he’d had with his companion in the carriage.

Even without sight, Ominis understood Araminta Malfoy to be beautiful. His entire life, he’d heard that she was tall, had delicate features, and was quick-witted. She had to be well into her thirties at this point, Marvolo’s oldest and most beloved mistress. There had been others, younger and equally pretty, but Ominis had never known any of them to linger as long as Araminta had. As far as he knew, she was married with a child of her own, an entire life outside of her dalliance with his brother.

“Alright, Ominis?” Araminta asked, fanning herself with a little lace fan.

“Just fine,” he lied. “How…how are you?”

“Quite well,” she said, pouring out a cup of tea for him. “Just got into town earlier this morning myself.”

“From whereabouts?”

He could sense her wry smile. “From Wiltshire.”

“Forgive me, what’s in Wiltshire?” Ominis cocked his head.

Araminta let out a tiny sigh, the fabric of her dress crinkling as she leaned back into her seat. “Malfoy manor.” she said coolly. “My husband’s home.”

Ominis nearly spat his tea out. “Oh,” he said awkwardly. “Right. How is…” he trailed off, trying to remember the name of her child.

“Abraxas. He’ll be four this year.” she dropped a sugar cube into her tea, pushing the sugar bowl his way. “Any milk?”

Ominis held his hand up in refusal. “No thank you. And your husband?”

“Also faring well, if not a bit miffed at me.” Araminta hummed. “I’m missing a boating party he assembled.”

“Sorry to hear it,” Ominis sipped his tea.

“It’s quite alright. Would’ve been dreadfully hot anyways.” she droned on, tapping her nails against the metal table. “I hadn’t been expecting your brother’s invitation, but always happy to join a Gaunt family weekend.”

“Family?” Ominis’s ears perked. “Everyone is coming?”

“Yes,” she said, fanning herself once more. “Your father and mother are due to arrive tomorrow evening for dinner.”

It was unlike his parents to leave the manor, he thought to himself. Marvolo must have had something significant up his sleeve if it was interesting enough to draw his senile father and glacial mother out of their den.

“I wouldn’t worry,” Araminta reassured him. “I believe your brother wants you to meet someone while you’re here.”

“Oh,” Ominis blurted. “ That’s why he has the house-elves hiding everything away?”

Araminta let out a bright, sparkling laugh. “Yes, I believe so. Your sister met a very sweet girl during her recent trip, and Marvolo thinks she might be a match for you. He’s invited her and her family to join us for supper tomorrow. Marvolo was quite impatient for you to feel better; kept rescheduling on them.”

Ominis fidgeted in his seat, trying to find the right words to follow up. If only they knew , he thought, that his heart was already spoken for.

“Galleon for your thoughts?” Araminta teased.

Ominis swirled his finger over his tea, stirring it.“The business of marriage is tiresome, don’t you think?”

Araminta’s laugh faded into a sigh. “It could be worse.” she mused. “You could be a woman, after all.”

Ominis raised an eyebrow. “A blunt sentiment. Is it really that awful?”

Araminta took a sip of her tea. “I’d ask your brother’s wife.” There was no mistaking the icy tone in her voice.

“Do you love my brother?” Ominis blurted. The question had slipped through his lips without a second thought.

“Your brother and I have known each other for a very long time.” Araminta shrugged, setting her teacup down. “And while I was not considered a suitable match for him, we enjoy each other’s company.”

“But do you love him?” Ominis insisted.

Araminta paused, ruminating over the question. “Even if I didn’t, do I have a choice?” she retorted.

Ominis was struck by her honesty. He’d opened his mouth to reply, but the sound of his brother’s heavy footsteps interrupted them.

“I’m sorry for the delay,” Marvolo said cheerfully. He leaned down, pressing a kiss to Araminta’s head. “Catching up, you two?”

“Yes,” Araminta said sweetly, voice dripping with honey once more. “I was just telling your brother about the guest of honor for tomorrow's dinner.”

Marvolo, brutish as ever, spilled the tea as he poured it into the little teacup. “Yes, that’s what I’ve been meaning to tell you,” he said absentmindedly. “The Pinch-Smedley family will be joining us for supper tomorrow.” Ominis raised an eyebrow. “The Pinch-Smedleys? As in, Grace Pinch-Smedley?”

“That’s the one,” Marvolo snapped his fingers. “I do believe you two were in the same year at school.”

“We were,” Ominis crossed his arms. “And you’re inviting her so that I might court her?”

“Marry her,” Marvolo said simply. “Her father is eager to get her off his hands, and he’s looking for a match that will elevate his station. They’re new money, but I can look aside that given the size of her dowry. And considering your deficiencies, she’s a good match.”

Ominis felt his mouth go dry. “You can’t possibly be serious.”

Marvolo’s friendly demeanor shifted rapidly, voice going cold. “Why not?”

“Grace, we barely have anything in common,” Ominis wrinkled his nose. “Sure, we went to school together, but I hardly know her–”

“Oh honestly, Ominis, don’t be such a girl about it,” Marvolo complained, draping himself over a chair.

“Marvolo, darling, I think Ominis is just nervous.” Araminta suggested.

Marvolo snorted. “Nothing to be nervous about–he’ll be winning a pretty girl. I could think of worse things. For example, the little Lestrange troll our father set me up with.” he joked.

Both Araminta and Ominis were silent, neither daring to respond to his jabs.

“Besides that,” Marvolo said coolly, attention turned back to Ominis. “Once you marry the Pinch-Smedley girl, and our little houseguest marries one of her many suitors, we’ll have a decent haul.”

Ominis felt sick, the bile rising in his throat. It felt like his heart was trying to claw its way out of his body, begging him to shout his affections for her. He opened his mouth to bring up his question, but nothing came out.

“Are you alright, Ominis?” Araminta asked, voice piqued with curiosity.

Ominis coughed, clearing his throat. “I’m fine.” he lied.

Ominis’s bedroom had long gone unused; he’d had to wedge himself between statues, stacks of books, and dusty old furniture just to fall into his old bed. He tossed and turned on his creaky old bed, struggling to find peace. On several occasions he found himself drifting off to sleep, but the chattering of Marvolo’s pet snakes kept him awake. He couldn’t imagine how his houseguest felt, subjected to the ever-present hum of hissing.

If Ominis really wanted comfort, he could always leave and go back to the flat he shared with Sebastian–he hadn’t been there all summer, and he yearned for the feeling of his tidy old bedroom. However, pressed stomach down against the flimsy mattress, Ominis found he longing for something else. Rather, someone.

Listening to his clock chime twelve times, Ominis got out of bed, tiptoeing around the mess of artifacts. Tying his robe around his waist, he held his wand up to guide himself down the stairs and through the tight, restricting corridors. Several times he found himself tripping over the fraying runners on the floor, needing both his wand and a hand on the walls to navigate his way to refuge.

The library was perhaps the only quiet place in the house. Marvolo had no interest in books, so he and his pets had no reason to enter the room. Ominis waved his wand quickly to unlock the doors, slipping through them without a sound. As the heavy wooden doors clicked shut behind him, he let out an audible groan, head banging against the surface.

“Tough day?”

Ominis nearly jumped out of his skin, hand pressed to his heart as he raised his wand. His eyes widened, realizing it was his companion, sitting cross legged in a wingback chair.

“It’s you,” Ominis sighed in relief. “Always out of bed in places you shouldn’t be,” he hummed, padding over to her. He pressed a delicate kiss to the top of her head, luxuriating in her smell.

“It’s a part of my charm at this point,” she mused, pressing a kiss to his palm. “It’s been a very long day.”

“Long is one way to put it,” Ominis grumbled, settling into the chair across from her. “Do you know how torturous it’s been being apart?”

“I’ve been relegated to spending time with your sisters,” she reminded him.

“Right. So, you understand the torture.”

She laughed, her voice low and hoarse. “They’re really not that awful,” she sighed. “Just…boring. They spent most of the day talking about clothes, hating their husbands, and gossiping about other ladies. I thought they were going to tear my head off when I told them Marvolo bought me new clothes.”

“Boring is kind of you to say,” Ominis huffed. “Devoid of feeling is the way I’d put it.”

“Did you miss me?” she taunted him.

Ominis raised a brow. “Is that even a question?” he slid off the leather chair, shuffling on his knees towards her. “I’ve missed you from the second we left the carriage.” he breathed, his hand catching around her ankle.

She took in a sharp breath. “I thought this was part of the rules,” she whispered, breaths stuttering as Ominis slid his hand higher up her leg. “Not being around one another.”

“I’ll never understand your incessant need to gallivant around the house in such little clothing.” Ominis chirped, the feeling of her thin nightgown catching between his fingertips.

“Hey,” she complained. “I am wearing a robe.”

Ominis rolled his eyes, fighting back his smile. “I love you,” he murmured, sliding her gown over her knee. He pressed a fervent kiss against her calf, tongue tracing circles over her skin. “And fuck the rules–Merlin, I missed you.”

“What if someone comes in and sees us?” she whispered, legs squirming as he pressed kisses along the inside of her thighs. It reminded him of their first encounter, his lips pressed against her thigh as a party raged outside the doors. Only this time, the stakes were much higher–there was no party, no noise to distract anyone who might hear them.

Ominis was almost always the north star of good judgment, but the smell of her was too intoxicating, and the feel of her silky skin against his had him ready to throw away all of his good manners. She always had that effect on him; something about her felt too good.

“They won’t,” he assured her, tugging her closer to the edge of the seat. He slipped his hand inside his robe pocket, pulling his wand out to cast a silencing charm on the door. “It’s just us.”

Setting his wand down on the floor next to him, Ominis hooked his hands behind her knees, tugging her closer. The hem of her nightgown was pushed up to her waist. He relished the sound of her soft sighs once his lips found skin; grinning as his tongue flicked against her warm, wet center. She muffled a cry, biting down on her hand to keep from moaning.

“I missed the way you taste,” Ominis confessed, brushing his nose against her cunt. “I’d do anything to feel you around me right now.”

“I’m sure…that, ah …that can be arranged.” she said breathily. “Quick, get up.”

Ominis pulled away, wiping her slick on the back of his hand. She shuffled around him, pushing him down onto the chair. He bounced slightly, feeling hand trail down his chest.

“What are you doing?” he tilted his head.

“Sit,” she whispered, nimble hands making quick work of his pajamas. Ominis let out a throaty groan as her hand wrapped around his length, slowly stroking him. “Relax.”

“On my lap– please,” Ominis whimpered.

She did as he asked, crawling onto his lap. His hands found her hips, tilting his head into her chest when she sank onto his length. He had no words for the feeling of utter bliss–it had been such a draining day, the feeling of her pulsing around him was bringing him back to life.

Despite the silencing charm, neither dared to be too loud. The only thing Ominis could hear was the creaking of the leather chair below them, her sharp breaths, and the pounding of his heartbeat in his ears. She slowly rolled her hips as Ominis wrapped his arms around her waist, praying to hold on as long as he could. He didn’t want the feeling to end; he knew the moment it was over, they’d have to go back to separate beds, pretending they had nothing to do with one another once the sun came up.

“I love you,” Ominis breathed against her neck. Her hands were tangled in his hair, tugging at his locks to tilt his head upwards. “I love you .”

“I don’t want to go back to bed alone,” she croaked, pressing her lips against his in a fervent kiss. “I want to go home. To our bed, Ominis.”

Ominis nearly lost his resolve at her words. He imagined them leaving the wretched city together, hand in hand. Fuck the rules, fuck polite society, fuck arranged marriages. They could go back to the seaside manor, just the two of them. He’d ravish her in their shared bed, in the garden, down by the shore. It was home–their home–

He buried his face into her chest, thrusting upwards as he came, spilling inside of her. Her name dragged across his lips, face pressed into the sweaty cotton of her nightgown.

Panting, he leaned his head back against the chair. “I’m sorry,” he groaned. “I didn’t want to finish quite yet.”

He felt her mouth open, lips pressed against his temple, but she never had a chance to speak. The couple froze as they heard the door handle jiggle, muffled voices on the other side of the heavy wooden door.

Ominis panicked, realizing he’d missed a crucial step in safeguarding the room. His wand was on the ground; in his hurry, he hadn’t cast a locking spell on the door. Whoever was on the other side would surely catch them in their post-coital mess, his companion still perched on his lap. Ominis quickly lifted her off his lap, hastily pulling her nightgown down before falling to the ground to find his wand.

“I’m just going to fetch some whiskey,” the voice in the doorway said. The door creaked open while Ominis patted the floor for his wand. He could hear his houseguest gasp, and the patter of footsteps stopped.

“Oh,” the voice said, bemused.

Ominis held his wand up, preparing to defend himself, until he realized who was standing before them. It was Araminta, also clad in her nightgown; she’d been heading for the decanter of firewhiskey near the desk. His mouth fell open, but he had no words to explain away the scandalous scene. Face burning bright red, he used his free hand to cover his manhood.

“What’s the hold up?” Ominis could hear Marvolo’s lazy drawl from down the hallway. He blinked rapidly, praying that his brother would stay outside.

There was a moment of silence until Araminta cleared her breath. “Nothing, my love.” she called out. Ominis could hear the crystal decanter scraping against the desk as she grabbed it. “I’ll be right there.”

Somewhere down the hallway, a door shut. Ominis half expected his brother’s mistress to leave right away, but she turned back around to address them.

“The two of you better dress and get off to bed,” Araminta whispered. “You’re lucky it was just me.”

Ominis hastily pulled his pants up, helping his embarrassed houseguest to her feet. The two of them fumbled around with their robes, trying to sidestep the woman at the door. Araminta let her pass through without issue, but she put a hand on Ominis’s chest, stopping him in his tracks.

“You know better,” Araminta scolded him lightly. “You must be more careful.”

“Why would you care?” Ominis asked. It sounded bitter, but it was an honest question.

Araminta sighed, smoothing her hand over his chest. “You know how your brother can get; he doesn’t like to share–”

“She’s not his toy,” Ominis hissed, straightening his back.

“She’s not yours either,” Araminta reminded him. “Your brother charged you with her care, and I’m sure he didn’t mean it in that way.”

“It’s not like that,” Ominis muttered. “I love her.”

“I’m sure you do,” Araminta mused. “But be careful, Ominis. She deserves better than being someone’s mistress, don’t you agree?”

Ominis opened his mouth to respond, but he was too late. She’d already flipped her braid over her shoulder, confidently striding out of the library.

“Good morning,” Ominis grumbled, walking into the dining room.

“Merlin’s beard, did you sleep at all?” Cedrella chortled. The girls had already tucked into their breakfast. While his three sisters had all turned to stare at him with raised eyebrows, the girl situated between them kept her head down, pushing the eggs around her plate. Araminta sat at the head of the table, absentmindedly licking the oatmeal off her spoon.

“I’m fine,” Ominis lied, slinking over to the buffet. He wrinkled his nose at the smell of breakfast; while he was starving, his stomach was in knots. After their encounter in the library with Araminta, there was no way he’d be able to sleep peacefully. For most of his life, Ominis had never seen her as much more than Marvolo’s favorite mistress, but considering her choice words, he wasn’t sure what to think anymore.

Would she have told his brother? No, it didn’t seem likely. Would she perhaps use the information to blackmail him? A possibility. She gave nothing away, ignoring the rest of the table.

Ominis piled eggs and toast onto his plate, swallowing back a yawn as he sat down at the breakfast table.

“You really should take a focus potion,” Dorcas said lazily, draping herself against the back of her chair. “Mother and Father will be here shortly, and I doubt they’ll want to see you as such a mess.”

“No, not with your future bride in tow.” Apolline chirped. “You’re lucky Cedrella proposed the idea of Grace to Marvolo, you know. Pretty and she has money. Very hard to pin a fully pureblood girl with both nowadays, it seems.”

Ominis’s head flew up, wand gripped tightly in his hand. He could make sense of the faces around him; his sisters all had haughty grins on their faces. His houseguest, on the other hand, had turned her gaze to a portrait across the room.

“It’s not official,” Ominis announced. “Marvolo only told me yesterday.” The statement wasn’t for his sisters, merely a plea of reason to his lover.

“Well, you know how Marvolo gets when he puts his mind to something,” Cedrella grunted. “That’s how I got saddled with Montague.”

“Ugh, at least he’s not half as boring as Alphonse.” Dorcas complained. “My husband couldn’t be bothered to read a book.”

“Yes, but you at least get to enjoy Travers’s gold,” Apolline interjected. “Herbert lost it all in that dragon breeding ring…”

The girls went on about their husbands and unhappy marriages, while his companion remained quiet, scraping her fork across the bone china plate. Ominis felt a wave of dread crash over his senses; while he’d had some semblance of hope yesterday, what little remained was dwindling by the second. He wanted nothing more than to pull her away, reassure her of his affections. Instead, they were across the table from one another, forced into silence as his sisters babbled. He yearned to hear her voice, for something witty and smart to come out of her mouth–yet nothing.

The door opened, and everyone stopped their chatter. Ominis could hear the little pittering footsteps of a house-elf.

“Master Marvolo has asked to see Master Ominis in the library, sir.”

Ominis regretfully pushed away from the dining table, following the house-elf down the thin corridor. Their voices grew further and further away, until only his footsteps were audible. He pushed into the door of the library, raising his wand to get an idea of Marvolo’s position. His elder brother was sitting behind the desk, absentmindedly flipping through papers.

“There you are,” he droned. “Sleep well? You’ve got a big day ahead of you.”

“Just fine, thanks.” Ominis grumbled. “What’s so important it had to interrupt breakfast?”

Marvolo leaned forward, palms flat on the desk. “We’ll have a few more guests joining us for dinner tonight.” he said cheerfully. “Thought we should make it a celebratory affair, if we’re to celebrate two engagements tonight.”

Ominis felt his blood go cold. “Two engagements?”

Marvolo rapped his knuckles against the wooden table top. “Well, there’s you and Grace to start. If Mr. Pinch-Smedley is amenable to the dowry I’ve negotiated, we’ll make it official. You know, I despise social climbers, but we need the galleons.” he sighed. “That, and I’ve decided on a match for our little houseguest.”

“Who?” Ominis asked, almost a bit too quickly.

“Augustus Carrow has thrown in an offer of seventeen hundred galleons.” Marvolo chuckled. “I daresay the girl has made quite an impression on him. Thought we could deliver the happy news tonight, and get her out of your hair.”

“No.” Ominis clenched his fists. “Marvolo, I must insist. You can’t do this.”

“Do what, little brother?” Marvolo asked, a hint of curiosity in his voice.

Ominis inhaled sharply, trying to steady himself. “I…I can’t let you promise her to him.”

Marvolo stood up slowly, leaning over the desk. “And why is that?” he asked dryly.

“Because she’s not…she…” Ominis stammered, trying to make the words come out.

“Spit it out then,” Marvolo demanded.

“Because she’s not…pure,” Ominis choked out.

“As far as I see, she comes from a long line of pureblooded witches and wizards. Peasants, but still decent stock.”

“Not in that way.” Ominis said hastily, now fiddling with his wand handle. “I…I’ve been bedding her. I’ve taken her virtue, and it would be dishonest to peddle her off to Carrow in this state.”

Marvolo was silent a moment, before snorting. “Well of course you’ve been bedding her. I knew that, silly.”

He felt his mouth go dry. “You do?”

“You’re a hot blooded male, she’s a girl bored out of her mind. I figured you two would start fondling each other before long.” Marvolo laughed so hard, he had to clutch his stomach. “Bravo, Ominis. Good for you. She’s very pretty; I’ll bet she’s quite feisty in the bedroom.”

“And knowing that, you’ll still promise her to Carrow?” Ominis blinked rapidly, trying to piece together Marvolo’s rationale.

“Omi, my darling brother, you’re so proper.” Marvolo laughed. “Who cares if you’ve bedded Augustus Carrow’s wife? Merlin, everyone knows I’m shagging Malfoy’s wife.”

“But–”

“Ominis,” Marvolo sighed, flattening a palm against his forehead. “She’s just a girl. There will be plenty more for you–in fact, Dorcas has said the Pinch-Smedley girl is quite nice to look at…well, I guess that doesn’t really matter for you, does it…”

“But I want her ,” Ominis blurted. “Marvolo, please. I’m serious.”

Ominis could sense the change in his brother’s demeanor, mood hardening.

“Why do you care?” Marvolo spat. “Oh Omi, don’t tell me you love her.”

“Let me take her,” Ominis straightened, still and calm. “I want her.”

“That’s too bad,” Marvolo said coolly. “Because she’s not yours to have.” He sensed his brother move from behind the desk, leaning against the edge with his arms crossed.

“I’ve never asked you for anything, Marvolo.” Ominis insisted. “Just–just let me have her.”

Marvolo groaned. “Ominis, she’s a peasant.”

“You just said she was of decent stock.” Ominis argued.

“Yes, decent–but given certain circumstances, you require a bride with money ,” Marvolo reminded him. “And as far as I know, the girl is penniless. Father hasn’t a galleon to his name, I’ve made sure of that. If I let you have her, we lose the dowry from the Pinch-Smedleys, and I make no profit from hosting her all summer. We’ll be in the red.”

“But Marvolo,” Ominis interjected. “ Please .”

“That doesn’t mean you have to stop having fun with her, you know,” Marvolo drawled. “Honestly, doubt Carrow will ever be sober enough to notice–”

“That’s enough,” Ominis growled. “I would never behave that way, you know that.”

“Oh right. Ominis the honorable,” Marvolo chortled. “Honestly, here I thought you were finally loosening up now that you’d finally had a taste of pussy.”

“Don’t talk about her like that.” Ominis snapped.

Marvolo laughed. “Touchy, I get it. I’m just saying, you needn’t be so down. Look at Araminta and me, we’re quite happy with our arrangement.”

“It’s disrespectful, that’s what it is.” Ominis crossed his arms. “What of your own wife? Araminta’s husband, her children?”

“That’s enough,” Marvolo seethed. “Ominis, this is how marriage works. This is how it’s always worked in our family. You can have your fun, but at the end of the day, it’s about preserving and protecting our bloodline. You are a Gaunt–it’s time you start acting like one.” he hissed, brandishing his wand. “You are going to quit this incessant whinging, and do as you’re told. You’ll marry the Pinch-Smedley girl, and you’ll stop carrying on about this summer fling of yours. Get over it!” he snarled. “And get out of my sight.”

Ominis opened his mouth to argue once more, but shut it tightly. Without another word, he turned on his heel, stalking out of the library. Raising his wand with a trembling hand, Ominis realized that his companion had been right.

The idea of marriage with her had been a last ditch effort, that he would admit. Hell, even she’d known it was a bad idea. Even if Marvolo had blessed their union, they’d still be Gaunts. And as Gaunts, they’d be destined to live the same, miserable existence his family had endured for centuries. Lukewarm marriages, illicit affairs, joyless existence–the wheel turned on and on, chasing the standard Salazar Slytherin had set for them.

As Ominis walked down the hall, hand running over the peeling wallpaper, he thought of his siblings and their unhappy unions, matched to their spouses without a choice. He thought of his father and brother, who were always fighting to prove the Gaunts fledging superiority. He thought of how dreadfully unhappy everyone was, and how the only happiness he’d come to know was her company. Just her, just them, together. It didn’t have to be at the manor, in the garden, or their room. So long as he was with her, he’d be free.

Ominis knew he had little time to act before his parents, Carrow, and the Pinch-Smedley clan arrived for dinner. The house-elves, all panicking to finish the housework before guests arrived, hardly noticed the blind man slipping out the service entrance at the back of the house. He tiptoed until he knew he was far enough away that his siblings wouldn’t hear the familiar crack of him apparating away.

Ominis’s feet landed on the creaky wooden floors; the flat smelled of mallowsweet, firewood, and parchment, even in the heat of summer. He’d reminded Sebastian to open the windows in their parlor room from time to time to let the air in, but it seemed his roommate had forgotten.

“Ominis, what are you doing here?” Sebastian gawked. Ominis could hear the chair at the dining table scrape back, his best friend standing up to face him.

He twisted his wand in his hand anxiously, his other hand running through his hair.

“Plan A didn’t work out in my favor,” he admitted. “Still have your plan up your sleeve? Perhaps you want to fill me in?”

After years of friendship, Ominis didn’t need his wand to know when Sebastian was nervous. The brunette always dug his toe into the ground, anxiously fiddling with his collar.

“I don’t think we have much time to execute upon the original plan, but I got to thinking last night about another option.” Sebastian admitted. “It would mean leaving. And by leaving, I mean absolutely everything.”

Ominis walked over to the dinner table, settling into the chair across from Sebastian.

“Well, go on.” Ominis insisted. “We don’t have much time.”

Sebastian sat down, fingers drumming on the splintered wooden table. “Are you sure? Ominis, this will change your life.”

Ominis tilted his head towards the window, feeling the warmth of the sunlight streaming onto his face. It made him think of afternoons spent in the garden with the girl he’d fallen in love with.

“Never been more sure of anything in my life.”

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