Lucky is she, who lives unaware !!

Have some “The Cherub and The Cursed” art <33 TCTC is a fic by me on ao3 !! I started writing it again :3

It’s not fair, until you find out Dream isn’t as unaware as you’d like to think.

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𖥸 Credits !

Dream belongs to Joku

This Dream and TCTC belongs to me !!

You came along to change the grade to raise the bar I'd made of late

You came along to raise the stakes to tend to me and my mistakes

I can't pretend that I could be the man you said you saw in me

Iris Castro pt. 2 of 2

Rainbow Riley

Rating: 18+ minors do not engage

Pairings: Bakugou Katsuki x fem!reader / Todoroki Shoto x fem!reader / Bakugou Katsuki x Todoroki Shoto / Bakugou Katsuki x fem!reader x Todoroki Shoto

You’re wrapped in rope, the red cotton standing out beautifully against your skin. It loops around your thighs and lower leg, keeping them pulled close before disappearing behind your back where your hands are tied securely to the small of your back. It keeps your legs up and open, exposing you to them and making it impossible for you to close her legs when it becomes too much. The rope loops around your arms, keeping them drawn in close before wrapping around your neck and down between your breasts, the ends tied back to the rope already wrapped around your thighs and keeping you exactly how they want you. They’re pulled tight, digging in and most likely on the wrong side of painful but you hadn’t complained once when Katsuki had strung you up, just moaning obscenely as he pulled them tighter and tighter.

They're all a little lost, consumed by what they're doing. Katsuki’s still between your legs, his hands curled around them and forcing them down toward your chest. He’s growling out filth as he erratically jerks his hips forward. He’s chasing his own high at this point after denying them both for longer than normal. His hands are smoking, his body glistening with sweat and chest heaving. He’s mesmerising like this, all rippling muscles and gleaming eyes, his blonde hair sticking to his forehead and lips pulled back into a snarl like he’s some kind of wild animal. Between his laboured breaths and low moans Katsuki tells you that your pathetic, that this is all your good for. He calls you a slut, a whore, a cum hungry fuck hole that should be grateful that he’s got his dick buried balls deep in your greedy little cunt. You only ever moan in answer, your words useless when your mouth is stuffed full of Shoto’s dick.

Most of your weight is resting on your shoulders and Shoto’s half leaning over your head to get as deep into your throat as he can. He’s got one hand buried in your hair, his grip tight as he forces you to keep your head back, his other hand gripping your jaw just as tightly. His fingers dig into the hinges of your jaw forcing your mouth wide open as he fucks down into your throat with reckless abandonment. There’s tears streaming down your cheeks, your lips red and puffy and looking sinfully good stretched around his dick. It’s a familiar sight but not one he will ever get bored off, not when it feels this good.

The hand gripping your jaw is cold, ice covering the appendage and already halfway up his arm. It spreads out across your jaw and up your check, dangerously close to your eye. You have to be close to getting frostbite, Katsuki's natural warmth and Shoto’s own fire quirk probably the only things keeping you from going into shock. He should be worried, especially as he feels ice covering the inside of your mouth and working its way down your throat. He should be scared that he’s going to cause permanent damage to your lungs or heart if he keeps this up but all you do is moan, sucking greedily on his dick as he shoves it down your throat once more before jerking back just a quickly. Shoto’s close to cumming though and the only thing on his mind is whether to cum down your throat or pull out and cum all over your face instead, leaving you there used and covered in his spend whilst Katsuki finds his own release.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/39655173

by RoyalRampionEngineer on ao3!

Fandom: The Witcher

Pairings: Geralt/Jaskier, Jaskier/Pavetta, Pavetta/Duny, Jaskier & Ciri

Word count: 5,335

Summary: “Hello my daughter,” Pavetta whispers. She smooths a hand over her daughter’s ashen blonde hair, so much like her own. Pavetta idly wonders if she will inherit her own striking green eyes, or the steady dark brown of her father, Duny.

As if fated by Destiny itself, the babe blinks her eyes open. Her big, beautiful, bright cornflower blue eyes. Distantly, Pavetta hears the bard in the corner reaching the end of his song, the strings of the lute building into a resounding crescendo. She has a sudden flash of memory, of those strong lutist fingers pressed against her bare spine, playing a different kind of song.

Ah fuck, Pavetta thinks, more than a little hysterically. Ah, fuck.

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Or, a Witcher AU where Jaskier is Ciri’s biological father.