Is He A Scary Man Covered In Blood? Or Is He My Baby Girl? Spot The Difference

I have a naughty thought floating in my head.

Just imagine when you and Lucanis are doing 'adult' activities when his control over Spite slips and Spite takes over.

Your normally gentle lover is suddenly rough and groping at your plush thighs and tits. He's whispering filthy things in your ear about how he always has to watch, but now it's his turn.

Just a filthy thought in my head.

A/N: YOU LET THAT THOUGHT RUN FREE AND GIVE ME MORE.

Lucanis does it best to control Spite during the times whenever you two become intimate.

He knew you control himself, you did take down a god after all.

But he knew it would happen sooner or later even though he wished it would be much later. Lucanis knew of Spites desires for you, feelings....if things like him could even feel that way.

Lucanis knew he should have been more careful, should have drank more coffee since this was your anniversary after all but all it took was one moment, one small lite crack that Spite could slip through as the man made love to you.

A cry leaving left your lips, your hands pinned above your head as Spite gripped your lips tightly. Hips snapping into yours, leg hiked upon his waist as he roughly fucked you. He couldn't get enough, he wanted more.

More...more...more!

Your skin soft, he had to memorize this, memorize every inch of your skin, every blemish, every scare, he will remember.

"Sitting back...watching. No more! No more." Spite whispered in your ears as he hiked up your thigh more, slipping deeper in your warmth, your walls squeezing so deliciously around his shaft.

Giving your plush thighs a squeeze, his hands moved up your chest giving your breasts a squeeze as he let his thumb rub your nipple.

"Mine! Mine!" Spite muttered as he continued his thrusts. "I will fill you! Breed you! Make you mine."

Biting your lip, you let out another cry as you did your best to match his thrusts. Moans spilling from your lips, bed creaking, your mind in a fog.

It felt good, too good and in the back of your mind you were thinking of ways to convince Lucanis to share you with the spirit.

But right now you were going to enjoy this.

Y/n: *sneaks into the castle at 2am*

Marcus: *turns in a chair* care to tell me where you were?

Y/n: I was with… Uh......A....Aro!

Aro: *also turns in a chair* Care to- *keeps spinning* Marcus I can’t stop the chair.

The only reason I haven’t slept with this man Is because he’s playing hard to get.

(He’s fictional btw)

I think the strangest criticism of queer ships is when people say “no, they’re best friends” or “they’re better as just friends” like bitch they are still best friends. They’re just also fucking. What’s not clicking?

Then reach for it anyways. the memories will lift you up till your hand grasps something else or someone else. Reach for everything and anything because one day you’ll be the one that will be unreachable.

I’m so sad… time for an x reader fan fiction

jason todd can’t stop staring at your lips. it’s kind of embarrassing actually, how obsessed he is. he hasn’t even kissed you yet but just the sight of them pulling into a smile, lip balm shiny, is enough to have his head spinning. he thinks it’s adorable when you pout, your lower lip poking out. he wants to know what it would be like to bite it — gently! — until it’s puffy and swollen. he grips the restaurant table so hard it starts to creak when you look up at him through your lashes, mouth wrapped around the straw of your milkshake. stiff as a rock in his jeans and desperate for relief but he can’t because you’re in public and he’s terrified of scaring you off.

he’s so, so embarrassed that sometimes he doesn’t comprehend a single thing you’ve said when you get to rambling because he gets lost in the way your mouth moves. how you form the vowels and the consonants, the barest flick of your tongue against teeth. the hint of a shine when the light hits just right and he gets all wrapped up in thoughts of if you’re wearing gloss or if your lips just naturally look that perfect.

just, jason todd that wants to kiss you so bad and he thinks he’s being soo slick about it when he couldn’t be more obvious if he tried. maybe you’ll let him kiss you tomorrow. if he’s good.

Thank the lord people are learning

u know what? i'm always gonna describe reader as being smaller than jason because, unlike the other characters with decided, specifically agreed-upon heights, he's just ambiguously large. so you can imagine whatever you want. you want him 6'0? great, he's 6'0. you're a tall girlie? perfect, he's 6'2. you're 6'2? bam! he's 6'6 now. you can do whatever you want guys. the world is your oyster.