#oH FUCK I FORGOT TO TAG YOU AGAIN FUCK ME

[ohtendril]

two of you. always in sync

#you know what i wasnt gonna do this but i rewatched prodigal son and uh. some of the frames made me crazyyyy this time around #and i love imagery it has to be said #its like. this time around i actually Perceived them. and not watched them like. every time liv looks at el its like. she cant believe it #like she's looking at a ghost. like he's gonna disappear any second #and at the same time. she can barely look him in the eye. she looks at him when he isnt watching. lest he sees. lest he recognizes her #and what shes feeling. lest she recognizes that he still knows her and *sees* her even after all this time. and she cant have it. she wont #so she watches him and observes him like shes both memorizing him and recognizing him.especially in that interrogation room... fuck me bro #that metaphor. of her standing right between el and the suspect. up against that mirror. and we're seeing her reflection. #the present liv the captain watching like a hawk and the past liv. right behind her back in the room with el sensing him and seeing #him getting ready to pounce. like the shot of her with el's fists in the background. oh mama. she just knows “do you need a break detective #and then them being literally divided in some of those shots. by the window binds by kathy and space and actual doors #(and her sliding those doors in the first place and then watching from the other side and the cut to her again watching through the door an #OPENING IT???) #and i havent even talked about el lmao. but it's svu it's supposed to be liv centric (well) but anyway #i havent essayed in the tags in so long i forgot to tag this in the beginning oopsie daisy #svuedit #bensleredit #eo #lawandorderedit #svu #benson x stabler #*mine #*svu

[hailsatanacab]

meme time meme time!! absolutely over the moon for this week's chap!! they hugged!! they spoke! it's all i ever wanted 😭

im hhh so happy,, thank u for today's chapter i love you

Meme time meme time meme time!!!!!

for chapter 7 of cetbwa

#dpdc #dp x dc #danny phantom #batman #cetbwa #once again i am asking you how #hoooowwwww do you do this #oh fuck i forgot to tag you im dreadful at this #tellmeabtspinos #im so glad you enjoyed this chapter!!!! #it was a sweet one! i was gonna put in the end note like 'super lovely fluffy one for today lads!!' #and then realised that its not that fluffy at all lmao #like a lot of ouch still happens in it! #i am incapable of writing just pure fluff haha #i tell you what tho my love #i am running on like 5 hours of sleep rn and the simpson one got me #fully in tears #idek why it was just so sweet!!! #im so in love with all of them #the drake one is hilarious too #dannys already winning at their 'be the favourite son' game #no one can resist his baby blues!!! not even damian!! #also look guys yeah - all the shit that Danny’s dropping would be concerning for any other family #and its super concerning for batfam too!! dont get me wrong!!! #its just the batfam can 100% do something about that #its the dramatic irony my friends!! #dannys here being like "I'll give them little bits of info itll be fiiiiinnnnee they csnt find anything!' #unaware that he’s speaking to tim 'i uncovered the batmans secret identity at 9' drake #and bruce 'people call me the worlds greatest detective' wayne #oh fuck im at limit again 😡😡😡 tumblr let me have more tags you cowards!!! quick ily tysm for the memes ilyilyily!!

[lazarus---rising]

love (hate) when im Thinking about my childhhod and im like "yeah it was pretty normal and good ithink" and then i fuckingg Rember

#like oh that one wasnt very good ! #personal #<- ish #<- but boy are these tags about to be #this is about the time i didnt respond to my dad's text when i was in the middle of a highschool tour with my sibling #(<- they came with cause why the hell not) #and on the drive back home he went on this rant about how we dont know what money's worth (completely unrelated !) #and he literally told us To Our Faces that it wouldve been better if we werent born ! like sir whose fault is that one !! #and theres definitely more but for once im thankful for my head blocking shit out of my memories #and how hed yell at me for making Basic Fucking MIstakes (once when i was EIGHT i spilt water down the stairs and #he yelled at me for .i forgot how long but too fukcing long #and made me get him to bring my cups downstairs for a month after and then he forgot and yelled at me AGAIN #for asking him to bring my cup down AFTER TELLING ME I HAD TO #and so so much more like . the yelling got so bad that when i twisted my ankle #(only real ones remember) #i was scared of telling him cause i KNEW he'd be like 'do you have any clue how much the doctor's gonna cost blah blah' #and i just . didnt tell him #we used to have money issues and he'd always make me feel like shit for asking for anything that costed money ever #so i just didnt tell him when i was sick or injured or when i needed something cause he would get mad at ME like . hello #AnyWay ! so yeah thats the rundown of some of my severe trauma that still affects me to this day

[cloudwhisper23]

Two ways this could go. I have the brain capacity to write a taste of each (I made this poll too long and now I've made myself wait a week, and I'll probably be writing more stuff in between anyway for context purposes, I guess), so you're getting a taste. Of each. Happy voting!

Death Michael scrambled back from Freddy's looming form. His eyes had long stopped lighting up, and the music box was silent. Michael saw the faint shadows of Foxy and Bonnie as well, but Michael hadn't seen Chica all night. She'd been in the kitchen.

This wasn't a fluke, Michael knew. They'd been fine with him before, just harassing him for fun all the time. Now, it seemed something had changed. Scott had said something about the classics hating when two guards were in the office, and it was clear that he was right. Michael was relieved to have the foresight to tell Cassidy to hide in his employee locker. She'd scowled at him, but the intensity of Bonnie's pounding at the door had eventually convinced her.

Michael just hoped she wasn't preoccupied with Chica. He had a chance if Cassidy could get Scott on the line.

Freddy's ears wriggled as he stepped forward, trying to seem more intimidating. Did the animatronics not realize how frightening they looked at night anyway? But Freddy was the leader of the band, and he was expected to be a showman. It shouldn't have been surprising.

Michael slowly sat up from his position on the floor. "Look-"

Freddy's hand was around his neck before he could speak. Michael made a choking wheeze as his feet left the floor. The other two animatronics watched silently as Freddy aggressively slammed Michael into the shelves. Animatronic parts showered down on top of him, and Michael covered his face. One shelf completely dropped, landing on top of Michael with a sharp crack.

Michael's legs gave out completely, and he could barely lift himself with his hands as Freddy stepped back.

"We don't listen to fancy-talkers like you," Foxy said, echoing one of his performance lines. It was much more chilling in this situation, so Michael shut his mouth. There would be no mercy.

Foxy squatted in-front of Michael, forcing him to meet the pirate's seemingly blank gaze. The exposed metal of Foxy's hand dug into Michael's face, and he tried not to flinch as Bonnie came away from the door and ripped his glasses from his face. They clattered on the tiled floor. Bonnie lifted his foot as if to crush them, and Michael cried out.

"No, wait! Stop!" Bonnie turned to Michael with a tilt of his head. "Please... don't break my glasses."

It was ridiculous. The fear of death would always be outweighed by his fear for his glasses. No matter the situation, Michael's automatic instinct was to protect his sight.

Bonnie didn't seem to care. He turned back, preparing to stomp down, and just before he hit them, Freddy scooped the glasses from the floor. He gave Bonnie a long hard look before throwing the glasses into his mouth.

Michael couldn't help the slight cry at that, but Freddy seemed content to remain back. Bonnie swung back around to hit Michael in the face, seeing as Foxy still had a secure grip on it. The force from Bonnie's punch not only broke Michael's nose, but it forced his head back. Foxy's hand was now covered in blood as well. Satisfied, the rabbit finally went to stand beside Freddy, guarding the door.

Foxy's hum brought Michael back into himself. The fox dragged him away from the collapsed shelf and studied him for a moment. He seemed amused by Michael in a way the others were not. "No villain escapes this pirate fox," he said, throwing Michael against the suit slumped against the wall.

Michael blinked the tears from his eyes and saw a yellow blur, with what appeared to be a large brown strip leading down from its jaw. He shuddered, knowing exactly which animatronic this was. They never even bothered to clean up the blood, he thought to himself as Foxy dug his hand into Michael's shoulder.

Inhaling sharply, Michael moved his gaze to the red blur in front of him. He had to at least pretend to be looking, surely. The last thing Michael heard was Foxy's chuckle before everything went black.

Survival

Freddy's grip did not relent, even as they arrived in Parts and Service. Bonnie and Foxy were alert, watching Freddy's every motion. The animatronic bear slammed Michael aggressively against the steel table in the center of the room, seeming to enjoy the sound of bones breaking in Michael's body.

Freddy lifted him from the table, tossing his mangled form towards Bonnie. It seemed they had a system of doing things. Blearily, Michael realized his glasses must've flown from his face at some point. He couldn't see much more than vague shapes as Bonnie lifted him from the floor using his shirt. The weight of Michael's entire body was too much for the cheap material, however, and the shirt tore, dropping Michael on the ground.

Bonnie made a frustrated noise, and stomped down hard on Michael's right arm. Pain and rage flared in Michael's body at that. He could endure this kind of torment. He had, plenty of times in the past. But nobody had ever broken his right arm before. The left one? He'd broken that several times over the years. Without a strong support in his right, Michael couldn't do his job anymore. He wasn't reliable anymore.

Michael's howl echoed in the mostly empty pizzeria. Cassidy shuddered from her spot in the security office, where she was desperately trying to contact anybody who could do something. The tears were already falling from her face as she hit the call button, hoping beyond hope that the daytime security guard would answer his phone.

The lights flickered on again as Cassidy hit the call button. Jeremy Fitzgerald answered the phone on the fifth ring. "Hello?"

Cassidy tried to give him the rundown as soon as she could, and she could hear the panic in Jeremy's voice as he asked questions.

The last thing he said before hanging up was, "I'll be there in five minutes."

Meanwhile in Parts and Service, Michael was pressing his left hand into a wound in his abdomen. Freddy had not been pleased with his success in restarting the power, and he'd broken the camera in the corner of the room.

It was a stalemate. For whatever reason, Michael just wouldn't die. The animatronics were clearly getting fed up with it, and Michael would only glare at them. He knew the rules. They were ingrained in his mind by now. No tampering with the animatronics. He wasn't allowed to fight back under any circumstances, even if it killed him.

Bonnie made another lunge for him, trying to break Michael's spine. They all heard the bones snapping, and Michael thought he was dead for sure. He couldn't move, at the very least. Just when things started to grow dark, someone opened the back door of the restaurant.

Bonnie was moving immediately, and some stupid urge in Michael's brain told him to get up, to do his job. Shockingly, he was able to inch his arm to try to move from the floor. He heard the sound of heavy footsteps and the slamming of the security door, and his relief dropped him back to the floor.

Freddy nudged him, even as Foxy moved toward the door, but Michael didn't move again. Faintly chuckling to himself, the animatronic bear went to leave the room, satisfied with his victory.

Get up, Michael told himself. Everything hurt, yet it was starting to recede. When he tried to crawl to his feet this time, he succeeded. I need to get out of here.

There was no way he'd be able to manage finding his way back to the security office, not when the animatronics were so determined to kill him. Michael supported himself on the table, his hands slippery with blood. Somehow he wasn't bleeding anymore, just as his bones weren't broken anymore. Michael would stop to question that later.

He didn't want the guard in the office to come around to play hero. He needed to get out of there without the camera seeing him.

The second the red light turned off, Michael shot across the dining area and curled up next to the exit door. He could wait here all night if he had to. This would be fine.

He gripped the doorknob to try to lift himself up, and the door opened. Michael stumbled outside, dazed by the light of the parking lot. He couldn't go back to work, obviously. It was against his contract to walk out during his shift, and they wouldn't pay him for the last two weeks if they knew. And they always knew.

Michael looked down at his destroyed uniform and pondered for a moment. The animatronics had done quite the number on him, and it was amazing that he was even alive at all. He hated the idea as soon as it came to him, but the idea of faking his death seemed more than a little bit tempting. Fazbear Entertainment would suspect him of dying if he disappeared now, and based on the mess he'd made in Parts and Service, it was more than a little plausible for him to have just vanished.

They'd give a stipend to his family, especially since Evan and Elizabeth were still in school (not to mention the fact that their father had run off long ago). He wouldn't be hurting anything by going away, and if anything, this would help more than managing to maintain his current job.

Michael felt guilty for the guards in the office, especially Cassidy. But they'd recover. Freddy's was infamous for mysterious disappearances, after all.

#cloud writes #new body au #one or the other #and you decide #fnaf au #michael afton #fuck I forgot to post this #just seeing it in my drafts from like #the beginning of May #makes me feel slightly guilty #especially since I was planning to post it while the poll was up #but oh well #uhh #blood warning #character death #how does tagging work again? #anyway #oops

[necromycologist]

yeah they have a really strong family resemblance (the fandom mischaracterizes them in the same ways)

#this is about a lot of things but mostly #enola holmes #bcs I forgot how ass the movies are compared to the books like thanks queen remove enolas entire driving motivation and conflict why dontch #enola was HURT by her mother she didn’t WANT to be alone she was isolated and her character arc is about making the CHOICE to connect! #similarly sherlock isn’t isolated above human concerns an asshole etc etc #he’s a good detective because he notices clues but he’s a GOOD detective because he notices people! not as fools or as witnesses but as ppl #‘haha enola and tewkesbury girlboss malewife’ im hitting you over the head with a cartoonishly large fountain pen. #21st century girlbossification of period-accurate progressive characters actually makes me want to commit arson #SHE. WOULD NOT. FUCKING. DO THAT. OH MY FUCKING SHIT THE CORSET THING AGAIN IM GONNA SNAPFJASKDLAFJCSAKAJSDKFGBDBD #um. anyway. these tags got a little out of hand methinks. posting ‘em nonetheless tho. #home cooked hijinks

[lazaruspiss]

wonderful insight past me, thank u

#getting personal in the tags brace urself #oh my god i fucking hate the whole breed of abusers who talk like therapists #or worse! actually go into the field! fuckin hell #man i sure wonder what mightve happened at the beginning of the year that made me write that down #anyways dont trust discord strangers bc its like 50/50 on if theyll turn out to be a fucking ghoul #and hey. this also goes for the ones who talk about being abuse victims. whether or not theyve been abused is irrelevant to how they treat #personal #forgot to put that earlier. lol #maybe im just writing a letter to my past self. just to prove i didnt deserve to be mistreated. none of us deserved that. #that other people hurting you just means they hurt someone and it doesnt say anything about you #whats the stage of grief after rage again. bc i think we went thru the sad and angry already #ill look it up. its fine #3-4 is think about feelings time i guess lol

[elytrafemme]

okay i will actually stop the public breakdown sort of now because it's kind of embarrassing but i do need to point out that my girlfriend sent me a video which i do not find funny and like i'm already splitting right now and i really do not need this energy in my life where are the funny men like what are we doing here

#public meltdowns are good to use in reserves bc people really care initially but after a while it's like #yeah okay here's mare again not handling her emotions which w/e that's my whole fucking thing but like #it is no longer fun so use it well when you have it that's just my advice #anyway. oh i forgot what i was going to say oh fucking whatever #now i'm just cold why is my room fucking freezing this time of year. i'm so fucked in college like actually #i'm genuinely going to snap in half in college it's going to be such a thing . i'm going to actually throw up i think #post canceled i got sad about going to college fucking sue me. okay? i'm going to go fucking crazy #do you know what it's like to watch yourself go crazy do you know what it's like to always be the crazy one #because i'm ALWAYS the crazy one like for years that's why i keep breaking down publicly #cause like everyone knows i'm THAT one you know. #and no i cannot talk about this one on one individually who the fuck do you think i am! who am i putting this on! #my friends are all like you should tell me your emotions No actually bc here's the thing #if people do not want to see me vent here they block tags and they unfollow and they block me #and like it's over. who cares. we're done bitches #but in text like there's no escape honey there is nothing #so like. even if i want that i don't do that i don't fuck with that. what am i even talking about #OH MY GOD THE UNFUNNY VIDEO WHAT AM I GOING TO DOOOOOOO #i'm going to listen to the recs alek just sent me because alek is the best. you all follow him right #i'll just leave her on read who fucking cares #she's not gonna notice

[altrxisme]

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#; speak writer #this was like a couple weeks ago but i was rereading my ffxv verse canon tag again #and completely forgot that there was a specific fighting style i gave Johanne to go with the spear training she has #which is eskrima #and i'm like oh fuck that's right XD #i love me a badass axe woman i'll still let her niflheim general verse have that #but a detachable spear you can slice and hit with? MMMMMM #combined with her primary weapon post-insomnia fall which are chained daggers #this is why i need to reread what i write sometimes loool these little details i put in for a reason

[stars-in-a-jam-jar]

Hey if you were that one transboy furry middle schooler I met and befriended at a writing workshop freshman year who threw a tiny orange whisk to the floor with ur whole fuckin’ chest and went on a tirade about how you despised it when you were told by the person running the exercise to “Describe the object in your hand like it is your worst enemy”, I Love You. I Need You To Know How Much I Fucking Love You. You will forever have a special place in the infinite dimension of my heart I Fucking Love You.

#you completely misinterpreted the prompt and I fucking adore it to this day #I want to see you again I want to ask you if you own a tiny whisk now #I don't care if you forgot me I forgot everything about that day except you #fuck dude #writing prompt #I'm tagging that because the exercise *is* very good and useful #But god #so spectacular #amazing #I love #you had to be there #Oh My God

[godblooded]

i think??? i can feel some of my desire to be creative coming back. this time it’s thanks to good ol’ alana, new addition bruce, and an old favorite i couldn’t manage to write for so long but i think in my shit with my mom might be helping me in a big way. i think it says a lot that i was afraid to reengage with sharp objects because millie’s relationship with adora is too raw for me to handle but i forgot the most important thing millie would want me to remember: healing hurts, but it’s still healing. it starts with the hard stuff.

i haven’t felt at the fuck all creative and i have to deal with this horribly uninspired sensation i can’t get rid of. but it’s creeping back in. i just… couldn’t manage the energy to love or want to love anything. but i’ve done yet another rewatch with @dinobitten and fox, as they are always talented at doing, has brought out a lot of my creativity from where it decided to hide from me. a warning: this means i’m going to 0% control my writing styles unless requested specifically for a thread with the partner. if it personally bugs you, please inform me and i won’t do the different writing styles for our specific thread.

otherwise, expect me to probably match tone or perspective that you set because once you get the flow, you get the flow. i find that if reading someone’s second or first person reply, i tend to flow into complementing in my own reply their preferred writing style. it makes me feel less like i’m shackled by the bullshit english degree that beat too much consistency into me. i’m just way better when i’m untethered and i gotta remember to embrace that.

i love you guys. thank you for being on this journey. and helping me get back a part of myself i miss so badly. if you guys have any nice words, i would hugely appreciate them, but i wanted to say— thank you. just thank you. for accepting my chaotic nature. for being here when i sometimes feel lost (yes, even just by existing on my dash or briefly im’ing me). and for being here while i’m going through the most disastrous time in my life.

#dinobitten #[tags fox for being a the best and helping me be me again.] #thanagrian #[and Jay because he’s kept me so sane and he’s kept me thinking. #and taylor I need u to know because I think this is your url but I may be wrong. i don’t remember if you changed it recently. #I’m bad at remembering things.] #shelassos #bornbreathless #[stitchums has helped me feel so much more confident just by… caring.] #tornove #[Q’s consistent interest and beautiful general existence as a person always makes me smile on my dash.] #[okay I’m winding down I love you guys so much I had to shout out and… explain my weird block.] #[oh wait!!!!] #poisonweaned #[I would not ever ever have kept to millie without such a BEAUTIFUL amma.] #ooc. higurashi no naku koro halloween kills 2021 dir david gordon green ni. #cowlgbt #[bucku absolutely livewired Selina back to existence for me and Kate and lina are so important to me. #thank you thank you thank you for this.] #[I don’t know if I forgot anyone but I’m currently very very toasty and just falling hella the fuck asleep. temazapam good.]

[annytheseal]

WHAT.

#sorry i just saw stellarlune spoilers and OH BOY was it a big spoiler. like what the actual fuck #i'm still processing this there is NO WAY that happened. like why would she (shannon messenger my mortal enemy) do that whta in the WORLDDD #i need to block the tag i cannot be BLINDSIDED like that again ong #still making my way thru the series but im on neverseen rn i think #i got past keeper and everblaze pretty quickly but i think im gonna pull an all nighter tmrw to try and finish the rest #i started rereading wayyy too late but i completely forgot how close the release date was so #the only person who will understand this post is ash #<3 you bestie #i will rant to you and be open to rant to abt stellarlune by saturday probably !! #okay. enough incomprehensible gibberish from me

[hauntingblue]

Sabo infiltrating into the castle: I'm just gonna make a wall explode no biggie

#'every country has good and bad people' great conclusion neptune.... at your idk how many years old... you've been thinking good and hard #about that one #PELL!!!! MISSED YOU BUT YOU SHOULD BE DEAD #fujitora writing to vivi and riku???? #KUMA?????? #previous king of the sorbet kingdom???? what??? #talking tag #watching one piece #episode 888 #oh fucking shanks i almost forgot #your day of reckoning will come traitor #they made me watch luffy struggling on the floor of sabaody after he is left all alone.... unforgivable #'they trained their habilities the two years they were apart' and its just franky dancing with a boy and an old man #luffy crying again ENOUGH!!!!!! #i forgot about luffy screaming how he wanted to see them again while crying.... no way.... and still no hugs in sabaody after..... #and how come there are 170 coumtries but the levely is only attended by 50 representatives.... #imu sama????? who tf is that and why do they want shirahoshi dead.... and vivi and luffy and blackbeard (acceptable) #lets see shira is poseidon and luffy is joyboy (i am not supposed to know this yet) vivi might have something to do with the poneglyph in #arabasta that luffy and zoro saw but robin couldn't... and blackbeard??? well he is a d.... #imu is the fucking king of everything okay i got it... #episode 889 #nekomamushi's subordinates calling him cute when he smiles??? akdhsksk #they took marco's cunty sandals and ankle bracelet 😭😭😭😭😭😭 this is such a big loss for me.... you wouldn't get it.... 🚬 #shirohige rebuilt his town omg.... #weevil is a fucking shichibukai??? they do the titles to anyone these days lmao #i mean look at buggy #episode 890 #not commenting anything cause i dont have anything to say... half of the episode is flashbacks xd

[nanaslutt]

Can we get a part 2 of when reader asks satoru and suguru if they fucked before

of course ml!! tysm for asking <3

part 1 here~

contains: fem reader, fluff, crack, choking, hair pulling, anal sex (gojo gets fucked) spanking (geto spanks gojo once), dirty talk, overstimulation, dacryphilia if you squint, dare i say sub satoru, sub/dom dynamics if you squint, suguru and reader are competitive, u tag team gojo together

MINORS AND AGELESS BLOGS DNI

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“so, when we’re you guys gonna tell me you’ve fucked before?” you asked, raising your eyebrows

gojo froze in place, pausing his efforts to get a towel to clean you up, he slowly turns to you, faux innocence on his stupidly pretty face, a big hand coming to rub the back of his neck

both you and geto stare at him, a smirk plastered on sugurus handsome features, heavy hand holding up his head, awaiting his response,

“now what on earth put that idea in your pretty little head?” he questions, hand falling on his hip sassily as he does an absolutely awful job lying

“oh i don’t knoww,” you drawl, pretending to think, “maybe geto telling you he was going to fuck you like it was the most normal thing in the world,” you scrunched your nose, shrugging

“but what do i know!” your eyebrows raised, suppressing a smile,

“nothing, you know nothing,” he replied, wiggling his finger back and forth in front of him like a child

“don’t tell me you forgot satoru, you might hurt my feelings.” geto teased, from his place between your calves, tilting his head to the side, “i know we were a little tipsy, but you told me i was an unforgettable fuck.” he pouted, faking offense, “you weren’t lying to me were you?”

satoru’s hand still on his hip like the sassy man he was, his mouth just flopping open and closing like a fish out of water, trying to think of a quick retort but failing to come up with anything, because the raven haired man was right

he was a truly unforgettable fuck

“now my feelings are hurt, he didn’t say I was an unforgettable fuck..” you pouted, crossing your arms over your bare chest,

“your mouth almost sucked the soul out of me,” he echoed from the hall

he had taken the opportunity of getos attention on you while he was ‘consoling’ you to slip out of the room, walking back in with a few damp towels, “course you’re an unforgettable fuck, way more than that monkey brained freak,” he hisses at geto, sitting next to you on the bed, using the warm towel to wipe his cum from your cheeks,

“oh? really?” geto let his head fall from his hand, landing against your knee, squinting his eyes at satoru while the blonde continued cleaning down your body, wiping up any fluids the two men had left

“think i remember making you cum..how many times was it again? 4? you were shooting blanks before i was even done with you” he smiles, rubbing your knee fondly with his strong hand while staring at gojo challengingly,

gojo looks away from your breasts, staring back into geto’s deep brown eyes,

“n they only made you cum once..” suguru mumbles into your knee,

“woah! woah, okay, I didn’t know i was competing with you in the first place!” you defend yourself, front half of your body shooting up, making gojo sigh as you accidentally knocked his hand back, “‘s not about quantity anyways, it’s about quality” you said smugly,

“n toru here, said I almost made him die so id say my quality is michelin star,” you proclaimed, narrowing your eyes at him before gojo pushed ur torso back down,

“i’m surrounded by a buncha babies jesus christ,” gojo shakes his head, pulling your leg out of sugurus grasp to access your leaking cunt better, pressing the harsh cloth against you and wiping you as gently as he could,

“sorry,” he winced for you in sympathy when you groaned out a protest, trying to close your legs on his hand at how painfully sensitive the rough towel made you feel, “anyways, you’re both good in bed, kay?” he continues,

“when suguru fucks me, it feels like my fucking guts are getting all messed up to make room for his stupidly big cock,” looking up through his lashes at sugurus smug expression, then back down to focus on what he was doing before making eye contact with you,

your arms still crossed over your chest, “n your throat squeezes me so fucking good i thought i was seein the pearly gates,” hand coming up to pinch your cheek, discarding the towel somewhere on the floor, standing once more to look for someone’s shirt on the floor he can put on,

“ ‘fucks’ as in you’ve had sex multiple times?” you stared in disbelief between the two of the large men, before settling your eyes on suguru

continuing your teasing you spoke up again, “and my compliment still sounded better,” you challenged him, a smug looks gracing your features

“you think so?” the raven haired man scrunched his eyebrows together, before turning his head to look straight at gojo’s supple bent over ass as he picked up a shirt and started to pull it over his head, “well, only one way to be sure which of us is really better.” he says to you quietly before standing

coming up behind gojo and grabbing his raised arms, preventing him from putting on his shirt, “hold that thought satoru, we’re in the middle of a little debate right now” yanking the shirt from satoru’s hands and throwing it back to its prior home on the floor,

“think you can help us? hmm?” he whispers, right into the shell of his best friends ear, sending goosebumps down his neck, “we’ll make it worth your while.”

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almost two hours later and the three of you were still in the same room, on the same bed,

gojo on his back, suguru fucking his cock right into his prostate as you face gojo, bouncing on his overstimulated dick, a thick ring of yours and his combined cum on the base of his overstimulated cock,

“c-cant cum anymore p-please- haaah- fuck please!” gojo whimpers out, thrashing his head back and forth on the sheets as fat tears drip down his face, making his cheeks shine under the light, “‘s too much ‘m too sensitive, ohmygodd” he drags, curses spilling from his lips one after another, his hold on your grip sure to leave nasty bruises as his hips fuck into your warm cunt without his brains permission,

“not till you tell us who’s better,” geto emphasizes with a heavy thrust, hand coming up to choke you out while he gives gojos poor hole the meanest treatment,

“‘s me right? ‘ve made you cum inside me so many times.” you slur, voice strained from getos rough grip on your throat

“bold of you to think that was your doing,” geto scoffs at you, “cmere,” he pulls your head back to press your lips together, other hand interlacing with gojos on your hip

satoru whines underneath the two of you, watching you makeout and feeling your cunt pulse around him because of suguru’s expert tongue work in your mouth had him spiraling

your hands coming up to grab geto’s wrist while he hums into the kiss, biting your lip between his teeth and pulling on it, letting it go before he chases after it and connects your lips once more

“‘m gunna cum again- please fuck- nggghhh i c-cant cum again,” gojo whines, squeezing getos hand and your hip for support as he’s falling into yet another orgasm and fast,

suguru pulls away from the kiss, releasing his grip on your neck as he pushes your lower back down twords gojos chest, “yes you can,” he growls

the raven haired man grabs your hair by the roots and pushes your face into satorus, “help him through it baby,” not needing to be told twice, you grab gojos cheeks with both your hands and slot your lips against his,

“mmmmph- mmm- can-t- p-please i-“ his protests being cut off by your lips, not letting him catch a breath

“got you, cmon” you comfort him in between your assault on his lips, geto reaching between his bestfriend and your body, finding your neglected clit, and rubbing sloppy circles on it, helping you get closer to your own high

“right there with you,” geto grits his teeth, resisting the urge to squeeze his eyes shut and tip his head back, so he can watch the show unfolding in front of him,

“gonna fill up this tight ass while you cum inside them, okay? and you’re gonna take everything we give you, right?” geto’s hips losing their rhythm, teetering on the edge of his own orgasm

gojo just whimpers into your mouth, hes trying to speak, he really is, but it’s all too much, he’s completely fucked out

“need to hear you say it satoru,” he emphasizes with a mean thrust, fucking impossibly deeper into his tight hole,

getos hand rubbing sloppily on your clit almost becomes too much, “yes! yesyes please ohmygod- gonna take it- shit-“ gojo’s whiney voice gets out just before he feels your cunt start to squeeze him,

“toru! fuuuuck me!” you whine, the blondes hips mindlessly fucking up into you helping you ride out your high as he cums so fucking hard, bordering on painful as spurt after spurt of his warm seed fills you once more,

and he’s gasping, barely coherent broken moans of both of your names on satoru’s tongue

geto not far behind you as he stills, balls deep inside gojos ass, the last push he needed seeing the two of you cum all over each other,

“yesssss fuuuuck” he clenches his teeth together hard, toothy grin emerging on his face, finally letting his head fall back, eyes following suit, rolling to the back of his head, “take it f-fucking t-take it.” fucking each rope of his cum deep into gojo’s ass

all three of you bask in the aftershocks of your intense orgasms, core clenching and unclenching around gojo’s length as you finally come down, picking your head up from gojos neck and smiling at his current state,

he was sniffling and gasping, red faced, tears decorating his lashes, making them look like glitter, he appeared more fucked out than ever

geto behind him slowly pulls out his softening cock, and gojo lets out a long groan of overstimulation when he does so, digging his fingers into the fat of your sides and wincing, “fuck, please don’t move yet, might pass out if you do” he says to you, his poor dick crying for relief, still snug inside your pussy, twitching every so often against your walls

you giggle, peppering kisses all over his face, he lets his eyes shut, finally relaxing a little as he relishes in the feeling of your soft lips on his skin,

suguru coming around to sit by his head

when you stop your assult of kisses on his porcelain face geto grabs gojos cheek furthest away from him and makes him turn his head into his thick thigh, “so,” geto starts, rubbing his thumb on gojos cheek, “who was better?” he asks, cocky smile finding home once more on his face

gojos eyes shoot open, looking at him slightly panicked, squeezing your upper thighs for support before he speaks, looking back between the two of you,

“i….im afraid if i don’t answer we will never leave this room.” he gulps

geto confirms his fears, tilting his head to the side, face sporting the fakest smile of comfort gojo has ever seen, “you would be absolutely right.”

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[angelltheninth]

Bruh, if Lilith doesn't want Luci, just give him to us please!!! Can I please request for the short king himself? Like, maybe, he and reader are married (reader is Charlie's stepmom). Like, you cannot tell me this man doesn't have a daddy and breeding kink. Just watching you be so sweet and motherly to Charlie while pregnant with your next baby just makes him for feral. Thanks you!

I mean... she can share... hopefully cause a lot of people want this man.

Pairing: Lucifer Morningstar x Fem!Reader

Tags: nsfw, smut, breeding kink, daddy kink, creampie, praise, biting, Lucifer's wings

Word count: 0.5k

A/N: The insane thirst people have for this guy... valid.

Lucifer wouldn't have picked you if he didn't feel like you would be sweet to his daughter. She was the most precious thing in the world to him, of course it was important for the two of you to get along. But he had no idea what seeing those motherly displays of yours would do for him. He was hornier then he'd been in a long time and couldn't pull out on time.

"Pregnant?!" He asked, his flames flaring up as he started at your stomach. "By... me?"

"Yes, Luci, who else would it be?" You took his hands and placed them on your stomach. "Is that okay?" Your voice was a bit quieter, more shy.

"Okay?! That's wonderful! Oh I can't wait to be a baby daddy again! And Charlie! She's gonna be so happy! I'm gonna go tell her now!" He kissed your cheek with a big 'MWAH' sound before he fell into one of his portals.

Over the next few months you've watched him go from silly, to protective, to awestruck, to downright feral over you. His current mode was feral as his tail moved behind him, his hips a blur of movement, slapping against yours, his voice deep, barely understandable over the growling and snarling.

Your hand looked for his only to be pinned next to your head, the other one pinned above your head by his tail. "No moving around too much. You're gonna wake the baby." His teeth nipped at your throat and shoulder, shushing you but increasing the frequency at which he drove his hard cock into you.

"That's not... it's not even... I'm barely showing." You argued, but forgot you were arguing with the devil himself. Lucifer's blonde hair fell over his forehead, his eyes, out of place from his usual well kept perfect look.

"So? I fucked this baby into you remember? Wonder if there's still time to put another bun in the oven?" Even with him showing this much sharp teeth, with him tearing the sheets, with him fucking another warm gooey stream of cum into you he was still as sweet as before, trying to make you laugh to balance out how rough your poor cunt has been getting it lately, "You wanna make a daddy again? Yeah? Tell me, what do you want darling?"

You couldn't pull him in with your arms so you did it with your legs, pushing against the back of his and keeping his thrusts short and deep. "I'll make you a daddy as many times as you want, Lucifer, beloved."

His free hand grabbed your hip, keeping you still for him before he collapsed against your chest, his cum dripping from your pussy, his wings falling around both of you, shaking from how hard he came. "Sent... a few feathers flying there." He should really get that under control, but after ten thousand years he doubts he will. Besides he knows you enjoy it when you see them fly, it reminds that for all the power he holds, you can reduce the King of Hell to this state.

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[etfrin]

⤷❝Mine To Love | Coriolanus Snow❞ˎˊ-

⇢☾Warning: NSFW | Snow is his own warning, mentions of killing, mentions of caging/locking you up (doesn't do it though), hair pulling, breath play if you squint, creampie, unprotected sex (wrap it dumbfucks), pinv sex, blowjob, male masterbation, cunnilingus, mating press, mentions of Lucy Gray, no spoilers | lmk if I forgot anything!

⇢☾Pairing: young president Snow x fem! Reader

⇢☾Summary: Snow realizing his feelings for you, being fucked up about it and fucks you!

⇢☾A/N: don't romanticize, it's dark romance so y'all are warned! This is set in the same au as The Study (you don't have to read it beforehand but it's recommended)

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It started slowly, so slow that Snow didn't even realize it. It started with that night in the study after he had you. He didn't touch you again, denying himself of you. You, his wife, a little bird stuck in a cage. The First Lady of Panem was nothing but a doll, a showcase piece for the country.

You played the role well enough, but you weren't a doll at all. You brought life in what was otherwise a stone-cold mannor. The workers cook your favorite, making sure you're the most well-accommodated. Like a Queen. How their shoulders relax and the smile that springs up when they do the tasks that you assigned them. You earned their respect and their loyalty.

You were dangerous yet harmless. It baffled Coriolanus to no end. It started slow. He coincidentally met you in the hallways more and more. After that night, you couldn't make eye contact with him, no longer did you greet him with an awkward hello or a shy smile.

You look down at the floor whenever he passes you by, your body flushing from the mere second of proximity. So obvious and adorable. He loved how easy you were to read, how open you were. Whatever your lips hide, your eyes show. Whatever your soul hides, your body shows.

It started slow. The monthly dinners with the First Lady turned weekly. Every Sunday now he had you sit across him for dinner and he would ask you about your day. Just to be polite, mind you, don't look into it. He would be annoyed by those one-word answers but would never show it. His fingers subtly grasped the glass of wine tighter than he should, his heart pricking his brain into paranoia. ‘What else?’ he wanted to ask, ‘Stop saying it was good. Tell me what made it good.’

Instead of uttering those words, cameras were placed on every inch of the manner with the audio functions so everything is recorded for his and only his view. He watched you walking through the library, your fingertips touching the spines of the books you already read (which was most of them), you didn't even realize new books were added to the collection, all similar to the ones you liked. He watched you stroll the gardens, your face in a frown at the neverending white roses. A red rose and several other flowers were added the next day.

It started slow. He began to talk about his day more and more trying to fill a silence. He started asking for your opinion and oh, how that lighted your eyes up that you were finally doing what you were meant to do. Supporting him not as a doll but as a wife. You begin to talk about your days more, trusting him with your day-to-day activities. You tell him about friends and family, something he wasn't interested in (he has files on every single person you mentioned).

The nights that were dedicated to his needed sleep turned into the witching hours in which he would stroke his cock over the memory of you. His mouth biting into the pillow to stop his groans, hearing them would mean admitting his need for you and he rejected that notion. His cock was oversensitive because he couldn't stop. He couldn't stop fucking into his fist, again and again thinking about you. Not just your pussy but you. Your desperate moans, your lips marking his neck, your slick walls, and everything of you. Your tears, your head on his chest when he had fucked you. Everything.

He wanted to pin you against a wall. He wanted to bend over during dinner. He wanted you on his lap in his study. He wanted to push you to the bed and fuck you until the bed breaks. He wanted you!

The realization made him spill onto his bed sheets for the nth time. A gasp escaped his lips as he realized how deeply you are rooted in him now. He needed to kill you. He can't afford this again. Whatever this is. Obsession? Love? Was there ever a difference? He needed this to end.

‘You don't deserve to be loved,’ he thinks, you were no Lucy Gray after all, you were different. You could never compare to his first and only (not anymore) love. But he had caged you, he had you and knew your every move. The rumors that spread of cheating were seized along with the man who flirted with you. True to your words, you hadn't fallen to the temptations of the Capitol, rejecting their offers politely rather than basking in their attention like before.

‘Good,’ he thought, he had killed everyone who had touched you and it was hard to hide the evidence. “I am so much better than her,” he muttered, “I could do so much better.” He asked himself, ‘Why? After all the promises I made to myself of never repeating the mistake.’

He didn't get a reply but he dreamt of you.

Breakfast had passed, lunch too, he hadn't seen you once today. A quick peek at his monitors showed that you were sleeping in your room. He clenched his jaw, a part of him hating you for sleeping in because it deprived him of seeing you. A part of his heart warmed because your hair was a mess, the shirt you were wearing while sleeping was his, and you looked so darn pretty.

Coriolanus convinced himself that he was going to your room to wake you up. Nobody should sleep this late into the day. It wasn't healthy, and he needed the First Lady to remain healthy. That was all.

He stepped into the room, his footsteps quiet so he didn't alert you. He sits down on the bed, your sleeping figure beside him. Your mouth had dried drool on the corners which made him disgusted but amusement all the same. His hand went to your cheek, he couldn't control the action of his thumb stroking your cheek.

“I should lock you up forever,” he whispered as softly as possible, almost inaudible. “In this room, so no one can see you but me.”

He knew by now his thoughts weren't normal and it would never be. That's him and he had accepted himself. He leaned in closer, his lips inches away from yours. He stopped right before he closed the gap. He takes a deep breath, taking in your scent before pulling back.

His hand goes to your shoulder, he shakes you. “Wake up, bird,” he said, his eyes softening when he saw you wake up and peer at him with confused eyes. You yawn, and sit up, your eyes wide when you look at him. You rub them with your hand and blink.

“Is there anything wrong, Coryo?” You asked softly, “Anything I can do to help.” “You should shower and eat first,” he said instead, “and next time don't sleep in. I don't like indiscipline.”

“Sorry,” you mutter, “I was finishing a book.” Your eyes flicker to him, “It's nice by the way! I will tell you about it during dinner.” He wanted to hear about it now, he wanted to pull you closer and kiss your lips, he wanted to push you into the mattress and breed you. He wanted to clean you up after and feed you every kind of feed.

He clenched his jaw, trying to get rid of such thoughts. “We'll see,” he said before walking out of the room, accidentally slamming the door. The first sign of Snow losing control.

The second sign of Coriolanus losing control was how his breath hitched when he saw you during dinner. You are wearing yet another one of his shirts (how do you even get your hands on them) and that's it. A white shirt that reached your knees, you had forgone pants and opted for shorts that couldn't even be seen. Your legs were in complete view, the same legs he wanted wrapped around his waist.

He didn't say a single comment even when it was clear you were waiting for one. ‘Were you trying to seduce him?’ he thinks, ‘Or something else.’ He felt paranoid about you wearing his shirt. Did you want him? Want him to bend you over, press your face onto the table and fuck you like you were an animal?

He felt his pants getting tighter from his thoughts, flashes of what he could do to you, what he had done to you. He couldn't focus as you talked during dinner, he made a mental note to watch the cameras later to know the words you had blessed him with.

It hits him like a wave when dinner ends and you come to him with a book. Tabs were spilling out and it was a hardcover of an old classic that he had to read during the academy.

“You once told me that you liked this book, I spent last night annotating it! I did a few finishing touches before dinner…”

That explains your attire, you were busy formatting this gift for him. He took the book from your hand, he wanted to throw it across the room, he wanted to set it on fire. It was now his most precious treasure, more important than Panem itself.

The truth he denied washes over him. Making him take a sharp breath and your eyebrows etch together in concern. He had once a girl dedicate songs for him, now he had a wife dedicating booms for him. ‘It would be a mistake,’ he told himself, ‘It won't be a mistake if I don't repeat the past.’

The desires he shoved at the back of his mind sprang forward and he made a decision. The third sign of Coriolanus surrendering to himself was that he had everyone including the guards leave the dining room. Making your eyes widen from the sudden instruction.

“Is there anything wrong-” you begin to ask before Snow interrupts you. “Here is what's going to happen now. You're gonna be on your knees, you'll take my cock in your mouth and you'll make me cum. Then I will take you to our room and I'll fuck you until you can't remember your name.”

You blink once, twice just staring into his eyes that revealed nothing before you went closer to him and got down on your knees for him. “Like this?” You asked, breathless, your cheeks flushed. He smirked, “Exactly like this, pet.”

“Now part those pretty lips for me,” he said as he unzipped his pants and set his hard cock free. He lets out a chuckle as he sees you eyeing his cock like a long-lost lover. Guess he wasn't the only one thinking about that time.

You part your mouth wide enough for him as he pushes his cock in slowly. No matter how desperate he was a gentleman for his wife. He knew better than to gag you. He stopped when his cock had completely disappeared, his length engulfed into your wet, hot mouth.

He throws back his head as his dick hits the back of your throat. He relishes the sound of your choking around his length. He lets out his groan, trying his hardest not to cum down your throat so soon. His hand is in your hair, keeping you in place like an obedient pet.

You try your best to take in a deep breath as your tongue swirls around his length as much as possible. You weren't the best at blowjobs, but you knew the sloppier the better. Saliva ran down your cheek as you tried your best to focus on his cock underside, your tongue dragging itself across a pulsing vein that reached his cockhead.

You moan around his length as the taste of pre-cum bursts in your mouth. You close your eyes and try your best, bopping your head up and down. You clenched your fist, trying your best not to gag when his cock gets deeper into your throat.

Meanwhile, Snow was a wreck of a man, the heat of your mouth ruining his capability of having coherent thoughts. You were sucking his soul through his dick it seemed to him. His fingers tangled in your locks, gripping your hair tighter as a way to anchor himself to reality.

His blue eyes dilated to almost black as he looks at you taking his cock so well. Like you were made for it. Made for his cock. Made for him. Meant to be his wife, his bird, his pet, and his love. It's destiny, he decided as he pulls you off his cock and uses his suit sleeves to wipe your mouth and chin.

‘Everything leads to this,’ he thought, as he pulled you onto his lap and pressed a kiss to your lips. The saltiness of his taste in your mouth does not deter his tongue from tasting you.

“Go to my- our room,” he whispered to you as he broke the kiss. “I'll be there soon,” he promises as he nuzzles into your neck, his lips kissing your skin. You nod and get off his lap. Your feet drag you into his room.

Meanwhile, Coriolanus takes a deep breath, trying to maintain whatever pathetic excuse of sanity he had held. It didn't work. His cock was hard enough to hurt and his brain made him think. He thinks of removing you, he thinks of keeping you. He thinks of plans to protect you, backup plans to make sure you remain untouched while still maintaining the image of the First Lady. His true possessiveness and obsession flares up in his mind.

‘It won't be a mistake if I don't repeat the past,’ he told himself, repeating that line to his head.

He takes a deep breath, a glance at the cameras shows workers and guards kept the halls clear and you were in his room and on his bed waiting for him. Waiting for him to ravish you as you kept playing with the buttons of the shirt, and your underwear on the floor. Your face was crimson but your lower lip was in a darker shade of red with how much you bitten it because of nervousness.

He lets out a huff of air before adjusting himself accordingly. Coriolanus Snow was many things, gentlemen included and gentlemen don't keep their ladies waiting.

You freeze as he enters the room. You swallow nervously, your fingers pausing on the shirt button you were playing with. He glances at the panties that were on the floor and he gives you a little smirk. “Take it all off, my wife,” he said as his hands worked to undress him. His suit was on the floor, his shirt joining it soon enough.

You have to press your thighs together as you see his skin again, a whimper escaping your lips at the sight. He was so beautiful, craved by the angels, breathed to life by the devil. Soon, his pants and boxers were getting ridden off.

You check him out, your gaze hungry. Your fingers shake with desire as you take off your (his) shirt. You let it fall, exposing yourself completely to him, like he did for you. His eyes rack you up, causing a flush to every visible inch of your skin.

“Open your legs,” he said, as he walked closer and got down on his knees for you. “I am hungry,” he said, while his lips pressed to your knee and his lustful eyes bewitched you. You had to bite your tongue to not let a moan from his mere words. You spread your legs wide, letting your cunt come into his view.

Your folds that were glistening with your arousal and your slit which was the cause of your juices fluttered around nothing from his gaze. “Exquisite,” he had whispered, the praise warming you up and making your pussy clench harder. “Eager too,” he chuckles, looking up at you but you refuse to meet his gaze.

“Have your meal,” you mumbled, embarrassed. He pressed a wet kiss to your inner thigh, making your breath hitch from the contact. A sharp moan escapes when he bites, his teeth digging into the flesh and your hand falls onto his hair. Your fingers grip the blonde locks but you don't try to push him away. Your legs tried to close around him, but his hands made sure to keep them spread as he liked it.

He pulled away, admiring the mark before he pressed another wet kiss to it. His fingers grip your thighs, they hold tight enough to leave marks too.

He takes in a deep breath, nuzzling into your thigh. Your primal scent makes him go wild, his nail digging into your skin as he brings his lips closer to your pussy. One swipe of his tongue onto your folds and he groans louder than you have ever heard him to do so.

“You taste like fucking candy,” he lets out, as his nose bumps into your clit, his tongue messily swirling around your folds, gathering as much of your juices as possible. Your legs were all on his shoulders now as he all but pressed his face, burying himself in your cunt. He takes in a deep breath through his mouth before he begins to ravish you properly.

His mouth taking in your entire pussy and sucking it with such devotion it made you see stars. He laps at your pussy, his tongue never stopping to devour you. You pulled him even closer, your thighs closing around his head. The action only made him. You couldn't see it, but his eyes rolled back from the lack of air and your taste that quickly became his favorite.

His teeth pulled at the outer lips of your pussy, making you cry out and gush more juices. He licks it all up. Before his attention goes to your little bud, his mouth kisses it at first. Then he takes your clit into his mouth to suck without any mercy.

It makes you cry out, the soles of your feet digging into his back as your hips begin to rut against his face. You have no control over your actions. You were gripping his hair so tight you were afraid that you tore away a few strands. Overwhelming pleasure attacked all of your senses as he didn't stop his merciless actions.

You arch your back, your lips moaning his name as heat begins to gather in your body. You cry out, “Close! Coryo! Fuck!” Pleads begin to leave your mouth as your hips grind faster, your clit nudged his nose as his tongue is now inside your walls, fucking you with his tongue.

Your eyes widen, and you let out a silent scream when his teeth nip your swollen clit. You lay on the bed, panting as your pussy cums on his face. Your arousal makes a mess on his face which makes you even more slick when he pulls back and gets on top of you.

You looked into his eyes, his cold blue eyes that were nearly black now. He was panting, both of your breaths mixing into the air. With whatever senses you have left, you use your palm to clean up some of the mess on his face.

As soon as you finish up, he holds your hand. His mouth on your palm with broad strokes of his tongue he licks the remaining of your juices clean. “Can't let it go to waste, my bird,” he whispered to you as he leaned down. His body caging yours or were you caging him down with your legs around his waist? He pressed a kiss to your cheek. Sweet and gentle, and so unlike him but you don't dare question his affections. May it be sweet or savory, you accept it with your arms wide open.

“Want you,” you whispered to him. “You'll have me when I see fit,” he replied, his mouth pressing open-mouthed kisses to your neck before they reached the flesh of your breasts. One of his hands squeezed your breast and his thumb rubbed circles on your nipple. His lips paid attention to the underside of it, licking the skin around the round flesh before his teeth sank in making you gasp. He sucks harshly, his hold on your breast getting rougher as he forms the mark on your skin. When he's assured that a hickey will be formed, his lips pull back and he presses a kiss to the mark.

“You're mine,” he whispered, his lips brushing against your skin before he takes a nipple into his mouth and sucks just as harshly as before. You moan, “Yours, Snow!” Your hands on his shoulders, your nails digging into his flesh. His fingers play and squeeze your other breast while he continues to suck your bud. Your cunt despite having a previous earthsharing orgasm begins to pulse with need. You whimper, “Corio, please!”

Coryo pulls away, his eyebrows etched in annoyance, as much as he likes to hear you beg, he would rather focus on his task of marking you up. He leans up and presses his lips to you. You moan into his mouth as you taste yourself on his tongue. Your fingers tangling themselves into his curls bringing him even closer to you. He breaks the kiss, “I'll teach you to be obedient later, my pet.”

You let out a whimper when he pressed a hard kiss against your lips. His hands travel down to your hips. “Get ready,” he whispered to you, “I meant my words.” I'll fuck you until you can't remember your name. Remembering his earlier words, you whine loudly, “Please!”

His hand grips your hip tightly as his other hand holds his hard cock and guides it to your entrance. Just to be a little tease, he swipes his mushroom tip all over your cunt, his cockhead bumping your swollen clit making you arch your back and your nails dig into his flesh harder, making him moan as well.

He finally pressed his tip into your slit, his cock gliding in smoothly because of how wet you were. He groans as his dick gets sucked into warmth. His head is between the space of your shoulder. He was panting, his hot breath hitting your skin as he pushed in inch by inch. Your hands are on his back, your legs around his waist as you encourage him to go deeper into you with your soft moans.

His teeth sink into your neck to stop a groan, as his cock reaches your deepest spot. While your nails drag themselves across his back to create red lines. Both of you finding ways to anchor yourself to reality, to not go insane with the pleasure you find in each other.

“Move,” you plead, “Please, Coryo, need you to fuck me. Need you!” Snow decided to have mercy on you both, his hips began to move shallowly, and he refused to completely pull back. He refused the concept of depriving his dick of your sweet, wet pussy. “Faster,” you beg, his deep thrust hits at your every spot, some you didn't even know existed. It fried at your senses, your mind going haywire, your body getting desperate for another release.

“No,” he barks near your ear, his mouth biting your earlobe before he begins to kiss your jaw and then to your collarbone. His lips suck purple and blue bruises on your skin while his hips grind into you. Making you go dizzy and insane with how his cockhead kept grazing your g-spot.

“Please, please,” you babble, “You're fucking me so good, Coryo! I can't take it, please! Fuck me harder, love!” His hips had stopped moving as he heard your words. His head leaned up to you, his lips brushing against yours as he whispered, “What did you say?”

You looked straight into his eyes, not hiding the love you had for him, letting it flow through your words and your body. “Love,” you whispered, your lips pressing a delicate kiss that could shatter everything you had built with Snow. “I love you,” you whispered. One of your hands moves to his cheek, caressing him. “You don't have to do anything in return, just know that I love you.” You smile at him, knowing it's more likely that he won't ever return your feelings.

You prepared yourself for a harsh rejection but instead, his hips begin to move again. Harder, faster than before, his cockhead kissing your cervix with his thrusts, his fingers digging into your hips marking it. You won't be able to walk later but that didn't matter.

What mattered was how perfect Coriolanus had begun to fuck you. No, it wasn't a fuck. This was something more. Something changed with your confession, something changed and will remain changed for the rest of both of your lives.

One of his hands reached upward, his fingers snaking around your throat. He pressed it in, not enough to block your breathing but enough to make you lightheaded. Your pussy which was already tight, clenched around him further making him groan right against your ear.

“Lover indeed,” he whispered, his words that you nearly missed, your heart understood what he meant. You gasp, “Kiss me.” You knew that even without him saying those words, he could love you all the same.

Snow complies, his lips clashing with yours. His hips rutting into you as his hands guide your legs into the mating press position, making you cry out into the kiss as his cock reaches even deeper than before causing a small bump into your stomach that neither of you notices.

The kiss got open-mouthed, desperate with how his tongue tangled with yours. It was filth filled with the pathetic, insanity of love you both felt for each other. His thrusts got faster, and sloppier as he was close to his end. Your cunt pulsating around his length as you too were close to shattering again.

What it took for both of you to reach the end was him breaking the kiss to whisper, “I should kill you. I should kill you for making me a lovesick fool again.”

The words even when you know can mean your doom makes you cum like nothing else. Your lips cry out as your walls begin to milk his cock for what it's worth. He groans into your mouth, letting himself feel your fluttering cunt before he thrusts into you once, twice, and finds his release. His cock spilling into you, his cum painting your insides white, marking you.

He pulls out, his back covered with scratches, his curls clinging to his forehead and his lips swollen from the kisses. You looked just as much of a mess as he did, with marks all over your body.

He thinks to himself as he lies beside you. He wasn't going to kill you now. Not in ten years or fifty but your end would only be when he decides.

He loves you after all, in his twisted way.

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alastor and lucifer sharing you pt 2!

(i tagged people who commented asking for part 2 but lmk if you want to be untagged)

pt1, pt3

tags: @lu-ferri12 @my-anime-garden @princessdreamss @polytheatrix

cw: explicit smut, not thoroughly proofread, lucifer has a daddy kink, still in a hinge type relationship, hints to radioapple if you squint

other: i wrote part of this while very high so if there's a random perspective change just know i was cooking so hard with writing that i forgot to write in 2nd person pov

■ let's be honest neither of them are particularly interested in the other halfs involvement in this equation

■ but it's incredibly hard to deny that they work well together with you in the bedroom

■ when they want to, of course.

■ so there's a silent agreement between them that they usually put their beef aside cause like. they have you atleast.

■ i think alastor would still want to be close though, so most often your head is laid in his lap or he's touching you somehow

■ but there is a VERY strict line of sight he follows because depending on what exactly is going on this position makes it far too easy for the two men to just be staring at each other and that is 100% a no go for them

■ which i mean, fair enough

■ lucifer does tend to get a little possessive on the rare occasion alastor decides he wants to participate a little

"oh sweetheart, daddy is making you feel so good, right?" he would coo at you as he bullies his cock into you again.

alastor, tilting your head back with his hand, claws scraping at the soft skin of your neck. a good portion of your upper body is laid out on him, his other hand pinning your arm down.

"eyes on me, darling" he'd say, only for lucifer to give a particularly rough thrust, trying to get your attention back.

the main ground rule you had set is that they were not allowed to bicker with each other during intimate moments, so after a whine escapes your throat the two set it aside. for now.

■ i feel like alastor is strictly a dom, especially considering most of the time he's not really physically participating

■ lucifer id say is more of a service top. he wants you to feel good and he wants to know how good you feel.

■ i think he'd bottom if you really wanted him too but like only if he gets to make you feel good yk

■ alastor does particularly enjoy watching lcuifer go down on you, seeing you writhe in pleasure and moan so sweetly is like music to his ears.

■ he'd love to broadcast this

■ there is sometimes alastor takes a complete backseat though

■ maybe he's not in the mood or just wanting a different angle

■ so that's how you ended up riding lucifer while alastor gleefully watches from a chair beside the bed

"s'ok princess, you can do it" lucifer would say, hands on your hips as he guides you down on his cock. you squirm and whimper as he stretches you open.

with his guidance you start gently grinding your hips down, and lucifer lulls his head back, sweet praises falling out of his mouth.

"fuck.. that's it. ride daddy's cock. you're such a good girl" he'd moan as he rubs your clit. it's not long before he gets impatient though, wanting to hear more moans coming out of his pretty girl, hands returning to your hips as he bucks into you.

"you like it when he watches?" lucifer practically growls, hips thrusting up harder now. "cmon baby, talk to me" he'd gently tut, slowing down to such a painfully slow pace.

you're practically reduced to nothing, giving a weak moan, both of their smiles growing wider. "such a good duckling, letting daddy get his fill. gonna fill you up princess" lucifer says as he pulls you in for a sloppy kiss, another thing lucifer loved to do.

■ alastor has never been a fan of the more personalized petnames lucifer calls you

■ "duckling" "ducky" "doll"

■ but he has some of his own

you're on your knees in alastors radio tower, the very rare occasion lucifer just isnt feeling up to it. he's never been a big fan of receiving head, and he's just not feeling it today, comfortably sat in a chair.

alastor on the other hand, his hands are wound tight into your hair as you suck him off. "oh my sweet doe, so desperate to please" alastor would purr, feeling your tongue swirl around his cock.

"i understand why you... indulge so often. our little pet is such a people pleaser, isn't she?" he'd chime to lucifer, who doesn't respond, not really atleast.

■ but aftercare

■ oh aftercare from these two is amazing

■ the only time they firmly agree with each other and leave everything else behind is during after care.

■ it doesn't matter which of them you want or what you want they're gonna make it happen

■ if you want both of them that's great! and they definitely won't get mildy possessive of you at all!!

■ lucifer is definitely a big cuddler

■ and i feel like alastor would be about praise and affirmations, especially after playing "bad cop" the whole time.

■ not that he minds that, mind you.

"darling you were amazing, im so proud of you" he'd say in a much gentler tone, stroking your hair as you lay on lucifers chest, whos pressing soft kisses across your face.

lucifers hands trace soft circles on your back as they both murmur affections to you, and when you finally slump your forehead to lucifers shoulder, they both breathe out a smile.

if he's feeling particularly charitable, lucifer will nod to alastor to take you, to cuddle with you. most of the time alastor declines respectfully, still not really prone to expose himself to touch.

but on the rare occasion he takes the offer, switching places as he cuddles into you, lucifer cracks a little smile.

they really do make a good team, don't they?

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