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Eustass Kid, G-49 ~ Glory Hole

Summary: Sea-trow: a malignant or mischievous fairy or spirit, regarded as monstrous giants at times. Trows are nocturnal creatures, they venture out of their 'trowie knowes' (earthen mound dwellings) solely in the evening, and often enter households as the inhabitants sleep. Trows traditionally have a fondness for music, kidnapping musicians or luring them to their dens, and having sexual intercourse with women on their land. They are regarded as hideous creatures that are hung like horses. This is the story of their glow up and thriving business model.

Warnings: Spicy, modern monster au, Eustass Kid as a Sea-Trow, Female reader, glory hole/reverse glory hole trope, fingering and vaginal penetration, creampie, degradation, calling reader slut and pet names, Kid being an amazing Dom. Not edited cause I'm stoned and sleepy. Word Count: 2K

Visiting a glory hole was one of your secret kinks – always too shy to share with anyone you’d ever been intimate with. Even soft voyeurism suggestions like car sex while in your relationships gave you surprised and shocked looks. Tempering your appetites, you hid a part of yourself under lock and key until circumstances found you free again. Emboldened, excited for adventure, ready to shed the weight of judgment – you were finally going to try it out.

Your fantasy included either having your body used at a glory hole or visiting one to play at. Due to the stigma, glory holes became nearly extinct. In fact, you had to resort to using the internet to finding any, but thanks to the help of some kink friendly resources and associates, you found a list of the last remaining glory holes, and to your delight, it was a global map.

Deciding to cash in your hoarded holiday time at work, you booked a flight overseas to visit an online friend in the kink community you felt safe with. They offered to go with you as well, for the experience and to be your buddy in case things went wrong. It made you feel better, though you still felt timid as you parked in a dim parking lot adjacent to a nearly deserted beach.

The air was breezy but not too cold, just shy of the fall weather, and music was pounding from the shack down the beach. Some people filtered in and out, some smoked down by the shoreline, but the shack doors were always forcibly closed as soon as someone cleared the threshold.

Exhaling away your anxiety, you entered. Then you stepped through another double set of doors. Then you were inside.

Down the hallway were picture frames of the…options. None showed their faces, but they showed everything else. Magnificent physiques, sculpted bodies, chubby bodies, scarred bodies, eccentric styles, colorful hair and painted nails accessorized their bodies – but the draw of course, were their huge cocks.

Your jaw dropped – certain you’ve never seen them that big before. Under each frame was a short bio and the person’s house name, and what the list of kinks they were into. There were two options: glory hole, reverse glory hole.

“Some of our young stallions don’t mind showing their face,” a tall woman with an old-fashioned crown on her head walked towards them with a clipboard in hand. “Quincy, house madam. You’re in luck, a few of our studs are available.”

“Which ones?” your friend inquired.

Quincy’s hair bounced as she flounced to each picture frame, sometimes turning the frame to show a face. A man with long blue locks that partially covered his thorn tattoos, a man with a burned right arm and massive pecs with flowing blonde mane, a sculpted man so tall the picture was taken with a wide lens scope. A handful more were shown but your eyes stayed glued to the frame of the heavily scarred man with a metal prosthetic arm, bulging drool-inducing muscles on a buff frame, red happy trail that led down to his generously proportioned cock, framed with that same red hair.

The madam noticed your staring and with a smirk flipped the frame over. Revealing a gorgeous face with equally heavy scarring. Fiery red hair styled in tufts, heavy black eyeliner defined his sharp, golden eyes, and deep matte red lipstick gracing a handsome smile. Your heart was pounding.

“Would you like to use him?” Quincy asked. You nodded, unable to speak from such a parched mouth. “I’m sure he’ll be excited to meet you. If this is your first time, I’d recommend the reverse hole, especially with a beast like him.”

Sheer heat pooled between your legs as you nodded.

“Right this way.”

-- Quincy placed you in a small room that was partially lit with candles, peering at all the framed photos of The Bull as you undressed. You sat on the custom bench that was mounted to the partition wall – a large heart shaped hole in the wall with a harness to strap you in and hold your legs back.

“Ya’know the rules, darling?” a gruff voice came from the other side of the wall, making you jump in surprise. “The safe words an’ everything?”

You nodded before realizing he couldn’t see you, “Y-yes. The three color system: green for good, yellow for slow down, red for stop.”

“Thass’good lass. Was told this is y’first time in a place like this – don’t pretend you enjoy something if y’don’t. Say something, ya hear?”

“Y-yes.”

He let out a light chuckle, “Ooh a shy one eh? I’ll show ya a good time, don’t y’worry. Ready to strap in?”

“Uh, um one moment,” you gasp, suddenly feeling a bit overwhelmed. All you had to do was lay down on the bench, scoot your ass through the hole, put the harness around your thighs to keep you up, but you were moving sluggishly. Red flushing your body as you came to the precipice of a fantasy you had long suppressed, long been shamed for.

“Oi,” his voice was soft, “Having regrets?”

With a wavering voice you summarize the shame you felt and bad experiences, tears spilling down your face completely embarrassed.

“S’ok, darling. There’s no shame here,” he whispered. “Want me to strap you in?”

“Ye-yess, erm, is that…is that allowed?”

“TCH. O’course it’s allowed. I own the feckin place.”

You were surprised to find that the hollow partition wall had a door behind the floor length mirror so you jumped again when The Bull ducked inside your side of the room. His photos didn’t do him justice. He was practically a giant compared to you. Large limbed, every bit as good looking in the flesh, the way his eyes pierced you made you feel like you were seen for the first time. That you would be ok in his hands.

He held out his hand, a pleased grin curled on his face when you grabbed it. Gently shifting you down the cherry oak wood, massaging your bare bottom as he eased you into the opening, caressing your calves and thighs as he slipped on the harness straps.

“Thassa good lass indeed,” he purred, “So shy and obedient. I’ll give ya somethin’ special I don’t do for no one else if yer honest with me,” he said. With his flesh hand he cupped your mound, making you shudder and moan at the contact. “How’s it feel?”

“G-good!” you were breathless.

“Ya’ lyin?”

“No-no! I’m green, good to go!”

His face relaxed and he grinned again, “Good.” He then plunged a thick digit into your pussy making you clench and squeak in pleasure. He thrusted shallowly a few times before pulling out, wiping his finger down your body until he cupped your cheek. “I’m gonna have fun with ya. Pull more squeaks from ya, little mouse.”

He smashed his red lips into yours with ravenous need, leaving you panting and pleading for more. He pulled away with a teasing nip on your bottom lip, looking at you with a devious smirk. He leaned back down and pressed an open-mouth kiss on your neck, sucking it harshly to leave a mark.

“So everyone here knows you’re my little plaything,” He fondled one breast while he sucked the nipple of the other before leaving to his side again.

“Ready fer’me darling?” his voice was deeper, huskier.

“Yy-yes, I’m ready,” your hips wiggled impatiently.

“First things first, dirty girl,” he mocked you, lightly slapping a rubber packet on your clit making you arch your back. “I don’t shoot my load in ya unless y’buy me dinner first.”

Before you could giggle, you choked out a gasp as he rubbed his stiff cock between your folds, jutting against your clit. He teased you while muttering out all the things he would do to you, all the positions he’d have you in just to see your cute face pinched in ecstasy – you felt his metal hand slap the wall making it tremble. Rubbing his thumb on your clit with more pressure, keeping his tip at the edge of you entrance to feel you clench around nothing, so close to penetrating you but not quite there.

“Wassa mistake seein’ ya,” his voice sounded restrained, “I wanta bust on yer face instead of in this feckin rubber piece o’shit!”

You heard him loudly grunt as he sunk into you, pushing out all the air from your lungs. He was stretching you far beyond what you’ve ever experienced and despite it burning just a wee bit, the pleasure was far overtaking the minor pain. His fat cock pressed against all the right areas making you pulse on him, your legs shook against the restraints as you tried to wrap your thighs around his hips.

“Ahhh shit,” he growled, “So feckin tight! Ease up or I won’t last long darling!”

You thought you were answering but instead a wail was ripped from your throat as he changed his pace from rapid thrusting to long, slow strokes. Coaxing your orgasm while tempering his own. His painted nails dug into the back of your thigh as his metal fingers dug into the wooden wall, slowly denting with the mounting pressure he applied.

You couldn’t remember the last time you’d been fucked so well, felt so full, felt like such a toy but still felt important enough to be taken care of. The Bull railed you over and over again, making it his personal mission to make sure you cum at least eight times before he was done with you.

“Thassa good pet!” he grunted after the seventh one. “Took me so well, d’ya want more special treatment?”

You babbled out what you hoped was a yes.

“Well well well, turns out you weren’t a wee mouse but a desperate bunny ready to be bred. Is’that what y’want darling? Want me to rip this condom off and bust on ya? Are you a kinky lass, wantin’ it inside ya? I think you’re a slutty little thing, slutty little bunny who wants m’cum dripping from her greedy hole. What’sit gonna be darling?”

“FU-FU FUCCCCKK MEEEE!!!!” you cried.

He hooted, “I already am darling!”

“FUUCK IT IN MEEEEEE!!!!”

“There’s my slutty bunny,” he grinned, and in one swift motion yanked the soiled rubber off his angry red cock, it bobbed in frustration at the sudden cool air and loss of tightness. With a moan, The Bull filled you up to the hilt in one swift thrust.

Shrieking at the overstimulation, your puffy clit throbbed against The Bull’s matted pubic hair as he ground into you. His forehead pressing into the wall as he bullied his cock into you deeper and deeper. Your toes curled as your last orgasm peaked, letting out a hoarse cry as your body shook from the heat that spread throughout you.

Your ears started ringing from the hazy pleasure that washed your body, vaguely aware of the man on the other side of the wall who was clutching your thighs and slamming his hips rabidly as he emptied himself inside you. Could hear his satisfied growl through the background noise, it sounded so far away and yet so near.

You came back to reality when you realized he was back in your side of the room, pulling your legs from the harness and wiping you down.

“There she is,” he grinned, “How’re ya feeling?”

“Go-good, no, fucking, fucking great,” you sigh tiredly.

“Heh, you look wiped out. You need to drink and eat. C’mon, I’m goin’ with ya.”

“You-you are?” you’re surprised as you pull your clothes on.

“Haah! Y’re takin’ me to dinner darling. I put a lotta work into rockin yer world, least ya could do is buy me a burger and beer! Learn my name or somethin’. Is’yer first time to this part of the world right? Y’ever hear about Sea-trowls?”

You hadn’t noticed before that his feet and hand had a hint of webbing between his digits, his feet themselves were shaped more like horse hooves. Despite the leather jacket he donned on, you could see the back of his neck seemed to glimmer, as if the skin on his back was less skin and more like scales.

“M’name’s Kid. What’s yers darling?”

11 tiles to go, 40 calls made so far.

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tip-top-cloud-surfer · 11 months

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The Boss - Rooster

Pairing: Bradley "Rooster" Bradshaw / Fem!Reader

Word Count: 2.4k

This work, all of my works, and my entire blog are 18+ Only

MINORS DO NOT INTERACT. I DON'T KNOW HOW MANY TIMES PEOPLE HAVE TO SAY THIS SHIT

Warnings: Bodyguard AU; Power Imbalance; Seemingly One-Sided Attraction; Not Necessarily Healthy Dynamics; Power Struggle; Implied Age Gap (Still VERY MUCH Legal); References to Stabbing; References to Death Threats; Referenced Nudity/Showers; Light Angst; Longing; Reader is a Bit of a Brat; Bradley Suffers; Female Reader with No Name or Identifying Description, No Y/N

Summary: You and your bodyguard, Rooster, are at odds when he tries to keep you locked in the safe house.

Part 2

Master List

It wasn’t like you asked to be the daughter of one of the most powerful men in the world. Your father was known internationally and so was the rest of your family by extension. With all of the fame, money, and power, of course, came the added side effects. Like the threats against your life, since you were your father’s only child after all.

Enter Bradley. Or Rooster as you were supposed to call him whenever you communicated via comms or within earshot of anyone else.

After several threats against your life, your father hired Bradley as your personal bodyguard. He was a part of the revered Iron Daggers, an underground squad of the most elite fighters that the world didn’t know about. Not the general public anyways.

The Iron Daggers had a reputation of pulling of the impossible. Of always protecting their targets and getting them out of whatever horrible situation in the end. And when your father contacted Maverick, the leader of the Iron Daggers, he sent Rooster.

The best of the best apparently.

And the best looking bodyguard you had or would ever have for the rest of your life.

Hell, you were only human. Rooster or Bradley, as you tended to call him when you were alone, which was often, was tall with a broad, muscled frame that you wouldn’t mind on top of you. His hair and eyes a light chestnut brown that just reeked of homey. And he was quite possibly the only man who you thought could pull off that mustache and somehow become more attractive as a result.

But there were rules. No fraternization or whatever. As if locking you up with just an absolute stud of a man was supposed to prevent you from falling for him.

Spoiler—it had the opposite effect.

But Bradley, ever the professional, never gave into any of your comments or you glances. The most he would do would be to smile sweetly at you and then go straight back to work. And fuck it was getting old. And embarrassing. But, of course, that didn’t stop your mind from wandering or your eyes.

Even on that night, when surrounded by the richest and most powerful people in the world who were all dressed to impress, you were staring at Bradley. He was never more than five steps from you and even if you didn’t have a staring problem, it would have been near impossible for you to be unable to find him.

Finding Bradley’s gaze deviating into the crowd, you couldn’t help but follow his gaze.

A man dressed in a suit that you knew was expensive, was clearly walking towards you through the crowd. You didn’t recognize the man, but you were sure that he knew who you were based on how he looked at you. Not stressed in the slightest, you turned to your right as you felt a gentle hand on the small of your back. In an instant, Bradley was right by your side, putting himself in between you and the approaching man.

"Can I buy you a drink?" Bradley asked, causing your smile to immediately brighten.

“Yes, you may,” you agreed, practically beaming up at Bradley.

He looked absolutely dashing in his suit, which was pressed and tailored to fit him perfectly. He was here under the guise of being a wealthy businessman and he seemed to play the part perfectly. He offered you his hand, which you took gently, and the two of you headed over to the bar together. Bradley ordered a drink for you and a glass of water for himself before turning to you. He leaned forward, causing your breath to hitch as his lips and the edges of his mustache brushed against your ear.

"Did you recognize him?" Rooster asked, talking about the man who tried to approach you.

"No," you replied, your eyes fluttering closed as you brushed your cheek against his own. "I don't. But I'm not worried about him."

"I'll be the judge of that."

And in an instant, the warmth from Bradley was gone. He was back in his protective body guard mode and nothing that she could do or would do would be able to break that concentration.

The two of you grabbed your drinks from the bar, after quick tampering checks, walked over to one of the tables in the corner. Bradley sat down and angled himself so that he could see the party, but you were entirely focused on him. And hell, anyone who was staring at you could have seen that the only person you had on your mind was Bradley.

It was a poorly concealed crush that was quickly getting a bit out of hand. After all, Bradley was a handful of years older than you and there was no way that your relationship would survive in ‘the real world.’ Though, you didn't care about that. But you knew that Bradley would never break and cross that line. He’d been in this business since he was eighteen. He wouldn’t crack.

So, you just kept tugging on the possibilities of a fabricated school girl crush to try and keep some kind of sanity in the mess you called your life.

“Why are you so tense?” you whispered to Bradley, grabbing his hand. “There’s security everywhere. We’re fine.”

“There’s security, but they’re not watching you.”

Taking a sip of your drink, you glanced out at the crowd once again, particularly the dance floor. Feeling a bit emboldened, you hurried to sip down the rest of your drink before hopping up from your seat.

“Come on. Let’s dance,” you stated, holding out your hand to Bradley.

“What?”

“I want to dance. So, let’s dance,” you replied as if it was a normal request.

“But,” Bradley started to protest.

“Please,” you whispered, which instantly caused his resolve to buckle.

“Okay, but I’m keeping an eye out.”

“I know. I’ll take it,” you responded, taking Bradley’s hand.

Pulling him up, you led him out onto the dance floor. A slower and more elegant song was playing, so you rested a hand on Bradley’s shoulder and held his hand. Bradley placed a hand on your waist at a respectful height and swayed with you to the music, though his eyes were always looking out at the crowd.

Sighing, you tried to get him to glance down at you for even a moment, but Bradley always took his job seriously and put it first. Really, you shouldn't complain since his attention was meant to protect you and make sure you woke up the next morning. But sometimes, you just wanted to forget all of that.

Resting your head against his chest, you closed your eyes and just swayed, trying to make the most of the moment. And unbeknownst to you, that subtle touch worked.

Bradley, once he felt your head on his chest, broke his stare out at the room and turned to you. Your eyes were closed, so you didn’t notice his stare, but a few moments later, you felt his thumb rub circles in your hip. Smiling softly, you listened to Bradley’s heartbeat and enjoyed the moment. Just when Bradley started to rest his head on top of your own, a scream echoed through the room.

In an instant, Bradley was on alert. Wrapping his arm protectively around your waist, he spun you away from the source of the scream. The both of you glanced quickly through the crowd to see what the commotion was about and gasped when you spotted a man with a knife sticking out of his chest.

You didn’t even have time to scream yourself before Bradley pulled you out of the room.

~~~~~

“That’s it. No more of those stupid parties,” Bradley stated as the two of you returned to the safe house.

You got away cleanly and the security checks were complete. You were safe. Bradley did his job and got you out of there in one piece. But Bradley was kicking himself the whole way back to the safe house. He should have gotten you out of the room faster. What if you were the intended target? Hell, he shouldn’t have let you out in the first place.

You were silent the whole drive home and Bradley had wrapped his jacket around your shoulders when you couldn’t help but shiver. The image of the stabbed man was still fresh in your mind and you were still in a bit of shock. Your bare feet padded on the cold concrete floor as your heels hung from Bradley’s hand.

“That’s the last time we leave here for anything pointless,” Bradley vowed, holding the door open for you.

But his words seemed to startle you back to reality. Flickering your gaze up to his hardened stare, you frowned lightly.

“So, I’m just locked away in here?” you whispered out.

“Until it’s safe,” he replied firmly, not even turning to look at you.

“Don’t I get a say in this?” you demanded, raising your voice a little.

“Sure. Do you want to live?” Rooster asked sarcastically, causing you to purse your lips together and glare at him.

“So, I’m just your prisoner now?”

“I’m pretty sure that prisoners aren’t supposed to pay their captors,” Rooster replied with a bit of an attitude, causing you to scoff. “Look, it’s simple. You go out and you’re in danger. So, you’ll stay here where it’s safe.”

You took a step towards Bradley, glaring up at him. Bradley stared down at you evenly and even though you couldn’t quite pick up on it, his self-control was dangerously close to slipping. Your eyes bore into Bradley’s soul as your lips curled into a scowl.

“You can’t keep me here forever. I’m not a prisoner. And I’m certainly not yours.”

Slipping off his jacket from around your shoulders, you shoved it into his chest before turning and storming off to your room. Bradley grabbed his jacket before it could fall to the ground and watched you as you stormed away from him, trying to not focus on the sensual sway of your hips or the subtle jiggle of your ass.

Gulping thickly, Bradley turned back to the monitors and focused on the task at hand. He gripped the table harshly, reminding himself why he was here.

He was supposed to protect you. And he almost failed at his job tonight. You could have been hurt because he wasn’t paying attention. And he wouldn’t let himself slip again.

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You were furious. Absolutely furious with Bradley.

He managed to convince your family that it was safer for you to stay in the safe house or at least a safe house than to go out. And before you could even wake up the next morning, any lick of freedom was taken away from you. The chances to see your friends and family? Gone. Unless they went through the thirty security steps to come visit you in the safe house. Any chance to do anything outside of the safe house sans emergencies? Gone.

You were livid.

Storming downstairs in the compound, your bare feet padded against the polished concrete floors. You knew exactly where to find Bradley since he still sent you texts about where he was located in the house for safety procedures. You were still dressed in your pajamas, shorts and a tee shirt that actually belonged to Bradley, since you read through your texts with your family while brushing your teeth that morning.

Forcing your way into the gym, you stormed over to where Bradley was working out, pumping some large dumbbells as music played in the background. Grabbing the remote, you shut off the music, causing Bradley to drop the dumbbells and whip around just in time to catch your positively irate expression.

“Where the hell do you get off!?” you demanded, poking him harshly in the middle of his chest.

“You heard?” Bradley guessed, looking almost bored with the situation.

“Of course, I heard! You tattletale!”

“They requested a status update and I gave them one. It’s not my fault that they agree with me,” Bradley stated, earning a sharp glare from you.

“Do you want me to go crazy in here?”

“You have every kind of entertainment that a person could possibly need—”

“—I am trapped with only one other person, who just happens to treat me like a child incapable of making their own decisions, in this stupid prison that I never asked for!” you yelled, causing Bradley to pause. “Of course, I’m going crazy! Stop treating me like I’m some delicate baby! And it wouldn’t kill you to listen to me for once!”

Without another word, you stormed out of the gym and headed back to your bedroom. Bradley sighed, running a hand through his hair. He paced a bit, wanting to go back to the workout that he started. But the second that he sat back down, he was standing up again, your disappointed and betrayed expression stuck in his mind.

Bradley walked through the halls, knowing from the security updates on his watch, that you returned to your bedroom. Reaching the door, he knocked lightly on the bulletproof material, letting it echo for a moment before he called your name.

“What?” you called back, clearly annoyed.

“Can we talk?”

“Fine. Come in.”

Bradley opened the door, letting it close behind him as he straightened up. But when he finally looked up, he practically stumbled to the floor at the sight of you.

You were in the middle of tying your hair back and glanced over at Rooster from where you were sitting in front of your mirror. The clothes that you were wearing when you stormed into the gym to confront him were laid out on your bed. And what were you wearing?

A towel. A simple folded fluffy cream-colored towel was all that protected your modesty from his gaze.

“Well?” you demanded, seemingly unfazed by your state of undress.

In actuality, heat was subtly crawling up your neck when you caught the subtle dip of Bradley’s gaze to the tops of your breasts and then your thighs. But in the split second between Bradley’s knock and your answer, you were feeling overwhelmingly petty. And hell, if you were sick of being trapped in this place without any kind of escape, you assumed Bradley was just as pent up as you were.

And, well, you assumed that Bradley—the professional that he was—wouldn’t dare look at you or touch you and compromise his job. So, it was a quiet and not-so-subtle jab back at him for being such as ass and locking you in the safe house.

“Why aren’t you dressed?” Bradley asked, staring up at the ceiling awkwardly before turning back to you.

“Calm down, Captain Chastity, I’ve got a towel on,” you huffed, holding the towel together to prove your point. “And I was going to take a shower until you interrupted me.”

“Then why did you let me in here?” Rooster demanded, annoyance seeping into his tone.

“You wanted to talk and I wanted to get it over with,” you replied, standing up from your vanity.

Feeling a bit emboldened by the fact that Bradley wouldn’t even look at you when you were in this state, and in need of taking some kind of control in your life, you stood up and padded over to where Bradley was standing in your room.

His jaw was set harshly, making his jawline appear all the more sharp. Veins popped off of his neck due to how tightly he was holding his jaw shut. His cheeks were colored by perhaps rage or embarrassment or a mix of both. But he kept his gaze on your eyes. Never once breaking and glancing down to stare at the more scandalous views you. And well, if he wanted to play that game, you would play that game. This was a battle of wills and you weren’t going to crack first.

“I’m not your prisoner, Rooster,” you warned him. "You're not the boss of me."

"I'm just trying to do my job. Stop making it so difficult," Bradley shot back, staring you down.

In a flash of defiance and reflection of just how pent up you felt, you reached up and grabbed the fold of your towel. A quick flick of your wrist and the fabric gave way. Bradley, ever the professional, averted his eyes and stared at the ceiling as your towel pooled on the ground.

"Is that difficult enough for you?" you huffed, setting your hands on your now bare hips.

Staring up at him as he refused to move and look at you, you took two steps towards him, feeling more emboldened than before. Bradley noticeably tensed as you drew closer to him and raised yourself up on your toes to whisper in his ear.

“You can’t keep me locked in here forever," you vowed, causing Bradley's jaw to lock. "You're not the boss of me."

Bradley stayed where he was as you walked into your bathroom and started the shower. It wasn’t until he heard your shower door slide shut that he lowered his gaze away from the ceiling. Breathing heavily and now absolutely red in the face, Bradley glanced down to see your towel on the ground. Shuddering, he turned and stumbled out of your room.

He was about to turn for the gym before changing his mind and heading for his own bedroom instead. Slamming the door shut behind him, Rooster quickly locked the door behind him before heading for the shower himself. He wasted no time in cranking the shower to ice cold and shoving himself under the spray.

Jesus Christ, you were going to be the death of him.

Part 2

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yandere-writer-momo · 1 year

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Yarem vs Yandere lesbian childhood bestie who’s overprotective of S/O

I’m finally ready to introduce my 6’9” lesbian OC, Marisa ‘Mari’ Guerra. She’s a muscular stud with short wavy red hair in a pixie cut and she has boulder shoulders. She’s a gladiator that practices Pankration. She has scars all over her face and body. Has a 10inch strap on her at all times and she will tell guys her dick is bigger than theirs. She looks more masculine than most men and loves to be complimented on her hulking muscles (she’s very proud of them and will give you a pec dance if you ask). She also has a freakishly long tongue that is split (she got drunk and thought it’d be sexy if she licked a knife in front of you, but now it’s double the fun).

Absolutely obsessed with you. Will not accept your rejection. You both are Amazons from Paradise Island. Same sex relationships are encouraged so she will chase you to the ends of the earth until you accept her.

Anyways… without further ado. Yarem vs Yandere lesbian bff

Yandere Baki Head Canon

Your lesbian bff getting in the way of any romantic relationships you can have.

Afab Reader

Tokugawa announced to the fighters that there would be two female competitors this year. Two Amazons he had found on his travels. It was a shock to everyone. Yet when you walked into the arena first, their breath hitched at the sight, at least until the giant woman beside you joined you. Her large hand on your shoulder as she glared at everyone. A beauty and a beast…

To be fair, you were much prettier and very feminine looking for a warrior compared to Mari. You didn’t look like you belonged in this competition while Marisa did. You didn’t look like a gladiator or a warrior. Marisa towered over you easily and was quite loud compared to you. So it wasn’t hard for you to gain their attention. You were respectful and humble while Mari was the complete opposite

Jack had tried to introduce himself to you first but Marisa chased him off. The giant woman pushing him away when he tried to smile at you with a glare that would make anyone cry. Jack was shocked you waved at him at least before Marisa dragged you away. You were nice to all the men at the arena even when Marisa was watching. You were very pleasant to be around.

When you faced off against Katsumi, he complimented you after you defeated him. You gave him some criticism on his fighting style and even told him what areas he was lacking in. What to improve on. Katsumi was smitten with you ever since but Marisa wouldn’t let him within 100 feet of you. Your ‘big scary dog’ scared off any suitors in Japan and even back home

When Marisa defeated Hanayama, you checked to see if he was alright. He felt touched that you would check on him but Marisa gave him a look to silence him.

You ended up losing to Jack Hanma, but you were still cordial with him and complimented his strength. He was flustered. Sadly that didn’t last long because when he faced off against Marisa, she beat the absolute shit out of him. Marisa broke his arm in half, if the referee hadn’t gotten involved, she probably would’ve ripped it off and beaten Jack with it. Marisa was so upset that you were hurt

Hanayama sent you letters while you were in the hospital but you never got them. Marisa threw away any flowers or letters Hanayama tried to send you (sometimes she’d eat them so there’s no evidence). Mari couldn’t stand the yakuza. She didn’t want you involved with someone so dangerous. Marisa stayed by your side the entirety of your hospital stay and only let female doctors and nurses in. Absolutely no men.

Marisa was so over protective of you that you had a hard time making friends while in Japan but the other fighters weren’t deterred. They’d still try to talk to you, even when Marisa would throw them far away from you (except Jack and Hanayama). She wasn’t going to let you fall in love with any ‘man thing.’

Marisa threw a car at Hanayama once. Just once to get the point across that she was willing to throw down with him at any point in time

Retsu would communicate with you from afar using sign language. He’s smarter than the others. He doesn’t want to face Marisa’s wrath so he communicates with you in ways she can’t interfere (Marisa doesn’t know sign language)

You sneak out to hang out with Retsu. You’re not even gone fifteen minutes and Marisa is hunting you down

Over all, you’d never be able to have a romantic relationship with anyone unless Marisa died. But even then, she’d probably haunt you

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missamyrisa2 · 1 month

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Might mess around and accidentally get tickle tortured and milked… any suggestions..?

Oooh how fortuitous for you to be jamming along with your phone playing Ray Charles' hilariously bouncy Mess Around, and right as you twirl through the chorus you realize you've danced your silly butt right into the hide out of a rather girlyyyy gang all decked out in their hot pink blazers and black collars~

"Well, well, well, lookie what we have here girls~"

You can barely hear the taunting words through your music but the intent is clear, especially as they quickly yet casually move. One of the ladies operates a remote with a superior smug glare, sending a padded giant clamp to spring out and snatch your wrists together behind your back, sealing them with a hiss with newly deployed padded cuffs.

"What was this loser listening to, anyway?" A girl with a hand on her hip snatches your phone and starts snicker at your song choice. "Gross. Let's seeee~" and quickly changes the music up to play something new. A gentle lougey beat starts and just as a sultry female voice sings "Aaaaare you ticklish?" you feel the weight around your neck as one of the pink blazer gang is buckling a matching black collar on you, mouthing the next words "Or did I just hit a funny bone?"

And in that instant their shiny pink nails are wiggling all over your cuffed form. You struggle and wiggle, barely able to register all the ticklish damage you are suddenly sustaining all over your body. It's a red alert on your nerves, nails squeezing around your sides, skittering along your belly slipping randomly under your shirt, digging into your underarms and massaging up your leg and arm muscles. They chase you and follow your every frantic move as you try to dart back out the hideout.

"Where do they think they're going?"

"Ah ahhhh get back here youuu~" Their words muffle with the music as hands snatch your hips and pull you back inside.

"Are you ticklish Are we really alone?"

You manage to stay upright for a moment, even as one of the more petite gang members is nearly riding on your shoulders, her nails working into your armpits from behind and teasing at your ear. And soon you are defeated, on your side, taunted through your ears from the music and tickled to pieces by wriggling nails while looks of bullying contempt rain down from these fashionable baddies.

"I hear there's another side to you Well there's another side to me too"

They've clearly done this routine so many times, with some of them humming and singing along to the music playing in your ears. One of them taunts and traces your new collar as others are working to hook your shirt and expose your belly for full throttle tickles ~ and with them positioning themselves around your ticklish form all you can do is helplessly writhe and cackle to their satisfaction. Through the flurry of tickling girly hands around your ribs and abdomen you feel that single nail tapping your navel, dipping in and out, in and out. The oldest of the group arrived at this moment to do what she apparently loves most, tormenting your giggle button with the most minimal of effort~

The change in your sounds certainly does not go unnoticed, as your giggles grow more squeaky and start to slip the little moans when they really get your ticklish midsection bad ~ and especially as the bolder of the bunch begin sticking a nail in your waistline and dragging it back and forth from hip to hip.

"So it's safe to assume you're lonesome But are you ticklish Are you ticklish?"

The gentle playful song contrasts to your ticklish screaming laughter, mixed with wanting desperate sounds, and the ladies are utterly delighted. One by one they start to slow and begin dragging your defeated giggling form over to a nearby chair. You realize the song has started once more as you catch eyes with their lustful intent. With your shirt hooked over your head now they tickle you into the torture chair, a big padded apparatus (pink, of course) with silver studs~ and from the oversized backside you feel two hands emerge from one of the ladies sitting behind. She pokes her index fingers into your sides, acting as a sort of restraint as you are unable to fight while the rest busy themselves tossing away your footwear and tugging down your bottoms.

Faux shock explodes on their pretty faces, looks of disapproval from long-lashed eyes peering down as your arousal is exposed. Your legs are pulled up onto footrests and at once scrub brushes are in their hands while others are quick to start dribbling oil onto your soles.

"That's it, scrub a dub dub. Teach them real good, teach them all the way."

How many times did the song repeat now? You couldn't keep track, particularly as your laughing screams drown out the gentle crooning. Scrub brushes work under your toes, nails tap tauntingly on your inner sole. The massage oil is generously applied and scrubbed and applied again. Nails poke at your sides the whole time, taunting and teasing and catching every bounce of your belly. One of them continues to bully your armpits, smirking and scratching away and giving you so many "awwwww" looks through your tortures.

But worst yet, the eldest of the group arrives again, waving a pink feather back and forth with a knowing smile. All you can do now is yelp and cry out as she moves in with her experienced technique to begin administering the itchiest of teasing tickles to your royal part. Fighting isn't even an option, her technique immediately cuts through the noise of the tickles and overloads you into needy gasping gigglemoans. The tickles keep you hyperactive and sensitive, and yet you're so much more accepting of them ~ you'd let the ladies do anything in the world to you now so long as that feather continues to give you such attention on your most regal button.

Leaving you dizzy and needy, weak and giggle weepy, she steps back and fluffs her feather with a nod to the short perky member.

"Take 'em." She remarks, and the ladies erupt in excitement as the milking machine is brought forth. A pink cylinder, what else? The music never stops teasing in your ears, you try to focus as once more Carly sings.

"Are you ticklish Are we really alone?"

The milker is slid down your royal area and your body erupts in panic like never before. You struggle and fight with renewed fervor to try and buck it off, the overload of softness blasting you through a new ceiling of sensation. You move so dramatically that your earbuds pop out ~ but of course, someone simply smiles and puts them back in before giving your head a little pat.

The ladies are only encouraged to step up their scratching and stroking and massaging. Nails focus heavily on your thighs and knees, dancing and weaving about. The nails from behind migrated up to start taunting your royal chest buttons, urging you to gigglemoan even more while the milker relentlessly works your part and extracts you without a care for your struggles.

Though it feels like an eternity, you burst with your ticklegasm to their grinning satisfaction. But the milker remains merrily bouncing away, and their nails never slow ~ if anything they speed up and spread across more spots. Your inner elbows become ridiculously ticklish. Your shoulderblades take the slightest touch with big ticklish shakes. And your feet, well ~ every touch feels like a million hands running down your soles~

And from there it becomes a blur of the song, pink nails, pink outfits, hands tugging your collar, stroking your cheeks, inspecting your royal part before putting the milker back on, popping it off to manually tickle and stimulate you down there, the feather returning to make you really scream ~ Oooh what a lovely accident to stumble into~<3

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cup-half-full-of-anxiety · 2 years

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Getting Caught - Eddie Munson

Warnings: 18+, smut, just pure smut, unprotected sex, semi-public sex, light hair pulling, slight choking kink, mention of ass play, begging, think that’s it.

summary: It’s Tuesday night after playing at The Hideout and Eddie just can’t wait any longer.

Eddie x Original Female Reader

Word count: 3.2k

**TAP-TAP-TAP**

Eddie’s thrusting halted.

**TAP-TAP-TAP**

“Munson?” Chief Hopper's voice called from outside the very recognizable van.

His girlfriend was stone still on top of him, her fingernails digging into his chest as she stared down at him with wide eyes.

“I fucking knew it Eddie” she whispered harshly.

-45 minutes earlier-

“Babe, you have got to be kidding me” Melody took in her surroundings “the arcade parking lot?”

“What?” Eddie shrugged, killing the engine to his van and undoing his seatbelt “we’re in the corner” he pointed out the emptiness around them “they haven’t fixed the street lap since Dustin shot it out with the wrist rocket so it’s super dark. We’re fine.”

Melody watched him with a very skeptical eyebrow raised as he gave her a wink. He dramatically pulled his jacket off and moved to the back of his van.

The plus-side to Eddie driving a GMC Gaucho was there were hardly any windows on it, and the few windows it did have had pull curtains Eddie installed for this very purpose, he even had a rod that went across that top of the van, behind the driver and passenger seat that had a curtain.

He had also pulled out the center seats long ago, an old futon mattress with pillows and blankets had replaced them. The back bench seat was still in place.

Melody had redone the interior of Eddie’s van over the years to make it more comfortable.

With a sigh, she moved to join him “I swear to god, if we get caught again” she grumbled to herself. Shrugging her jacket in the front seat as well, she pulled the curtain closed behind her.

Eddie had pulled the other curtains shut too. He flicked on the string of lights that had been hung from the roof and turned on the radio in the corner, ‘Rebel Yell’ by Billy Idol played though. When Eddie first noticed the changes happening to his van, he laughed, but he had very much grown to appreciate them. It made the nights Wayne was home much less awkward or nights like tonight when Eddie was on a high from another Tuesday night at The Hideout and needed to release it into his girlfriend.

Knelt on the messy futon, Melody reached for the bottom of her shirt as Eddie made his way back over to her. She moved to pull it over her head when Eddie grabbed her hands, stopping her movement.

He leaned forward quickly and kissed her, tugging her bottom lip with him when he pulled back.

“I want to undress you” he smiled devilishly, tucking a loose piece of hair behind her ear. The whole action sent a fire between her legs.

“Did I tell you how sexy you look tonight?” He asked sweetly, his eyes scanning her body like a predator stalking his prey. “Just beautiful” He stared so intensely that Melody could feel it dragging on her skin, his eyes burning into her.

She had worn a pair of black leather Docs, her signature high-waisted fishnet stocking that peaked out of the top of her black and grey plaid schoolgirl skirt, two metal studded belts, and a stolen shirt of Eddie’s that she cut and tied to fit tight and hold up her boobs. Her curly shoulder-length blonde hair teased wild around her head, red coating her lips as black circled her eyes. She looked like she should be dragging herself across a muscle car in a music video.

“This mine?” He asked as his fingers toyed with the hem of the cut shirt, her stomach shivering as his knuckles lightly grazed her skin. She wanted him to touch her, to wreck her body completely. Eddie could see the goosebumps raising over her skin as she nodded.

“Did it take long?” Melody shook her head at the second question. Swallowing before she spoke, already wet with anticipation.

“No, maybe an hour or so” Eddie nodded at her answer. He took another second to admire her work. His mouth watered at how tightly it held her clearly bra-free breasts. Soon he would destroy it.

He tugged lightly on the shirt, closing the distance between them again. This time pulling her to him, his free hand reaching for the back of her head, taking hold of Melody’s hair tightly, and pulling her into a heated kiss. He let the fabric drop from his other hand and slowly snaked it around her body, gripping her ass, pulling her flush to him.

“God I want to eat you alive” he growled as he dragged his lips from hers to her neck, kissing his way down before he bit down on the meat where the neck and the collar meet. Melody let out a deep groan at the pain, she could feel her panties soaking as he began to suck the skin. She reached up, grasping the back of Eddie’s head in her hand, holding him to her. Her head dropped back, granting him more access to the area.

His hands were on the move again. Calloused, guitar-player fingers caughting the fabric of her shirt on their journey, rising it up over her waist and stomach. They came to rest on her breasts, kneading them in his large hands.

Eddie could live forever on the sounds Melody was making, her gasps and moans were enough for him to survive on.

Pulling away from her neck, he checked his work. Happy with the deep red circle that now marked Melody's skin, his mouth moved down to the collarbone, down her sternum, and into the valley between her breasts. He licked back up her sternum as his hands gripped the fabric around her boobs and pulled. Melody gasped at the ripping sound as the fabric fell away from her skin. She pulled away as it fell down her body and rested in a pool around her bent knees.

She looked at Eddie.

“Opps” he shrugged.

This time she closed the gap between them. Grabbing the side of his shirt tightly in her fists she pulled him close, their mouths reconnecting as Melody’s tongue dove right in. She licked every inch of Eddie’s mouth she could reach. Eddie’s hand made it back to her ass and tapping her thigh, she moved her arms around his shoulders and held tightly and she moved her legs around his waist. He crawled on his knees to the back bench, setting her down and kissing her lips lightly once before he moved down her body.

Melody watch him, she sucked her pointer and ring finger into her mouth, waiting for if they were needed.

He took each nipple in his mouth, playing with them for a few seconds before moving on to her stomach. He dragged his tongue down to her belly bottom, his hands working at her belts. They hit the side of the van with a bang as he throws them aside. Melody’s back arched as Eddie dipped his tongue into her belly button, she moaned as an intense tingle spreads warmly down to her already dripping cunt.

“Eddie baby” she purred.

He rolls up her skirt, tucking the fabric into the waist. He loves fucking her in skirts so he didn’t plan on removing that item of clothes.

Eddie smiled again at the sight before him. His beautiful girlfriend sprawled out on the bench of his old van. Completely naked from the waist up, one hand playing with her nipple as the other having moved, now gripping the inside of her thigh. His mouth dropped when she pulled her leg up, so her boot-clad foot sat on the bench. Stretching her pussy open, he watched as her soaked grey thong pulled into her with her movement, rubbing against her wet lips.

“Fuck me” the man was spellbound.

Reaching into his back pocket Eddie pulled out his knife, her breath leaving her as he flicked it open. She knew no pain was coming from this act but watching him always ignited something in her. Eddie reached forward, wrapping a single finger around the crotch of her panties and pulling it away from her body, whatever breath may have been left in her was completely gone as his finger dipped into her lips in the movement. He brought the knife forward and with little resistance, she watched as the blade sliced through the fabric.

“You going to ruin my whole outfit tonight?” She asked him as he closed up the knife and tossed it to the side. He had already ripped a hole in the fishnets when he finger fucked her against a speaker earlier while the guys warmed up.

“Oh sweetheart, I fucking plan to” He fell forward. Melody let out a giggling squeal, Eddie caught himself at the last second, his face just inches from her cunt. He breathed in deep, the smell of her was intoxicating. Salty from a night of jumping around and sweating and a sweetness that was just Melody.

He kissed just above her mound, her hips pressing up to him as he licked the soft skin. He moved just below her hip and kissed the heart stick-n-poke tattoo he had done a year ago.

“Fuck baby” Melody moaned. “Please” she whispered.

He sat back, admiring again. He brought up his right ring finger, and slowly he dragged the pad of his finger through her soft folds, gathering slick on his finger and bringing it to his mouth. He sucked it clean before repeating the motion 3 more times.

“Please?” he questioned back, moving to the raised leg. He kissed the inner thigh before moving the leg to his shoulder. He repeated the action on the other leg, biting at the skin. “Please what my love?” he placed a gentle kiss on her pussy.

“Devour me” she begged as her head fell back onto the bench.

“Fuck” Eddie whispered to himself and he dove forward, her hips opening up for him as she locked her ankles around his head, Melody let out a long groaning moan as Eddie’s tongue licked from her hole to her clit. On his second pass, he dipped deep into her hole. She gasped and bucked her hips, Eddie brought his arm up across her waist and held her down, restraining her to the bench.

Her fingers clenched into his locks “Fuck Eddie, baby right there” guiding his movement to where she needed it most. Currently, her clit was begging for attention and Eddie was happy to oblige. He reached behind his head and unlocked her legs, bringing them back up to the couch so she was spread eagle in front of him, he grabbed her waist and pulled her to the ends of the couch, and fell back into her cunt.

With her breathing so deep her stomach concaved in on her with each breath, her body losing control as an electric rubber band pulled tight in her abdomen and Eddie was trying to climb inside her to find it and snap it. He brought his hand up, his middle and ring finger sliding in her, his thump moving to her clit and the three worked together.

“I’m close. Eddie, I’m so close” Melody cried “baby, don’t stop” She rocked her hips with his movement, riding his fingers. His thumb quickened its circles. He watches her in awe.

“I want your mouth” She begged, it did not need repeating, Eddie replaced his thumb with his mouth and gave a good suck to her clit and it was over.

Her back arched off the bench, her legs were back around Eddie's shoulder, and she squeezed tightly. She could feel her release mixed with spit dripping down her ass crack and onto the bench. She rode out her orgasm, rocking onto Eddie’s face as his tongue kept lapping up her juices.

“Oh my god” She breathed out. “Shit” she unlatched her legs, shaking they fell to the floor. “I love you so much” she caressed his face, taking a hold of his chin she pulled him up. Kissing him deeply, sucking the taste of her off his tongue. She pushed him back and started working on his belt.

“I need you to fuck me now” she popped open the 4 buttons on his jeans, and pulling them apart she sees his pelvis. Covered in dark hair the top of his shaft peaking out. He had no boxers on. She leaned forward and kissed the area. He pulled his shirt up and over his head while Melody pushed his jeans down, his cock springing free, knocking her chin.

She quickly takes his head in her mouth but Eddie is just as quick to pull it out.

“I’m so close babe. I want to cum in you, not on you” Melody pouted and Eddie kissed the pout away.

He moved back, laying on the mattress. He beckoned Melody to him.

“Come ride me, baby”

With a sultry smile, Melody moved to her knees from sitting on the bench. She dropped to her hands, Eddie's bare legs in front of her. She kissed the inside of his ankle, and his calf, licking up his thigh. She sucked his balls into her mouth and Eddie's hand flies to her hair as he sits up.

“God baby” She moves up his shaft and slowly takes him fully into her mouth, wetting him for her. Eddie pulls her off him again. “You are going to be the death of me” he says. She moves to kiss him, both her knees resting on either side of him, his cock resting between them.

Melody smiled but it fell quickly when Eddie lifted her and slid her straight down onto his rock-hard cock. With a screaming moan ripping through her, she wrapped her arms around Eddie as she began to ride him. Her body was still sensitive from her last orgasm, and everything heightened. Even Eddie's skin against hers, her nipples rubbing against the hair on his chest was enough to send her over the edge.

She pushed him away, and Eddie fell to his back. Melody’s hand was quick to his chest. Her left hand reached for one of the straps Eddie had installed and he learned just how much Melody loved to ride him. Wrapping the strap around her wrist and her right hand around Eddie’s throat she began to ride him.

Eddie could honestly die right here and he would die a happy man. Not only did he have the hottest girl in Hawkins but she was a fucking freak. Sure they had their night where they made slow beautiful love, nights where they held each other for hours, and then there were nights like tonight where they fuck each other’s brains out in an empty parking lot.

“Fuck me baby” Eddie growled. He could feel the van rocking as Melody put everything into her thrusts “God you feel like heaven”

“Eddie” Melody wined. Her hand moved from Eddie’s neck to his chest. “God Eddie I love you” with his cock hitting inside her perfectly, Melody was close to her second orgasm.

**TAP-TAP-TAP**

Eddie’s thrusting halted.

**TAP-TAP-TAP**

“Munson?” Chief Hopper's voice called from outside the very recognizable van.

Melody was stone still on top of him, her fingernails digging into his chest as she stared down at him with wide eyes.

“I fucking knew it Eddie” she whispered harshly.

“Look kids I’m not stupid. I know what is going on.” He pauses, clearly not knowing what to say. This was not the first tight he had caught them having sex in Eddie’s van. He will say it was the most vocal.

Melody quickly scrambled to cover herself up. Her shirt was no good.

“You just had to rip my shirt off” she whispered sarcastically at Eddie.

“I didn’t hear you complaining then” Eddie whispered back as he tossed his shirt to her, she pulled it on and he pulled on his jeans. Melody made sure her skirt covered her as Eddie rolled open the side door.

There stood a blushing Chief Hopper, flashlight in hand.

Eddie squinted away as the light hit his eyes.

“Come on you two, this is the 4th time in two months” Hopper sighed at them “I get that you have raging hormones but you can’t just-” his voice caught in his thought, coughing over the words “you can’t just have sex in the arcade parking lot.” he looked away from the two embarrassed.

“Yeah, that’s what I told him” Melody looked at Eddie pointedly.

“Again, I didn’t hear you complaining 10 minutes ago” he pointed back, Melody crossed her arms and looked away.

“And the parking lot may be empty but the house on the other side of the fence is not” Chief rubbed his hand down his face “Look, just go home, it’s late and it's a school night”

They both nodded, and neither said a word.

“And next time-” Chief paused and then shook his head “Nope, never mind. Just go home”

They watched Hopper walk back to his cruiser, grumbling to himself. He got in and quickly left the parking lot.

Melody looked over at Eddie, he was already watching her. Both thinking the same thing.

“That was fucking hot” Eddie slides the van door shut as Melody moves back to the bench, with her hands on the seat she waves her ass back and forth, teasing Eddie. He pops back open his jeans, pulling them down enough to pull out his still-hard cock. He moves behind her, with hands-on both ass cheeks, he pulls them apart. He licks from her soaked cunt to her ass, his tongue playing at the tight bundle of mussels, Melody pushing back into him as he does.

“God Eddie just fuck me already” She begs. He pulls back, wiping his mouth.

He lines himself up with her and slowly pushes back in, Eddie’s hand quickly moves to Melody’s mouth as he hears a loud moan startup. He pulls her back to him, her back flush with his chest. “You have got to stay quiet baby” She moaned against his hand as he whispered in her ear, and he continued to thrust into her. “I know it baby, I know you’re cock drunk and you can’t control it but I need you to”

His hand not wrapped around her mouth moved down her body to her clit, and his middle and ring finger began to work their magic. She wasn’t going to last long.

Leaning her back over, Melody grabbed a pillow. She moaned loudly into it and she shoved her face back into the bench.

With just a few more thrusts, Eddie groaned out as he released into Melody, her walls clenching around him, milking him. The heat of his release sent her over the edge. Her loud moan could be heard through the pillow, but hopefully not far outside the van.

Eddie pulled out, replaced his cock with his mouth, and tried to lick her clean but she pushed him away.

“No more” She cried “I can’t stay quiet if you try and eat my ass. Ass eating is for soundproof places only” She said matter of factly as she dropped down onto the mattress, completely spent.

“Noted” Eddie dropped down next to her.

“I bet Hop is going to circle soon and see if we are still here” Melody predicted

“Yeah but he’s far too embarrassed to come to the van again”

**TAP-TAP**

The sentence hadn’t even fully left his mouth.

“Fucking hell”

#Eddie Munson #Stranger Things fanfiction #Eddie x Reader #Eddie x OC reader #Eddie Munson smut #Eddie smut #Eddie Munson imagine #Eddie Munson oneshot

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firstofficerwiggles · 1 year

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Gimme the Beskar Spear

An April Fool's crack smut fic

Pairing: Din Djarin x Female Reader

Rating: M/E, 18+ only

Warnings: Very bad SMUT, this whole fic is a warning, probably no one should read this, but if you do, be on the lookout for fingering, unprotected P in V sex, and terrible Star Wars euphemisms throughout. Also since “jizz” is “jazz music” in Star Wars, I have decided to use the ridiculous word “jyzz” thanks to the brilliant @tailorvizsla as we were discussing this challenge

Word count: ~1000

Author’s note: As part of the April Fools Smut Fic challenge that takes its inspiration from the Bad Sex Awards, I give you this terrible mess of a smut fic. You should read this as if you have only learned about sex through bad porn. Also please enjoy the many, many ridiculous Star Wars words and references to Star Wars creatures, food, places, animals, and what have you. Please enjoy it by laughing so hard you spill your spotchka!

Working for the Mandalorian, Din Djarin, meant you walked around like a lothcat in heat all the damn time. How could you not when you work with the hottest stud in the Outer Rim?

His broad hulking shoulders, as broad as a star destroyer, make your mouth water and those giant arms all corded with muscles like two sexy ion blasters make you wish to be their target. Not to mention his huge thighs, thicc like the gnarltrees of Dagobah, and that perfect ripe Jogan fruit ass that makes you think of all the dirtiest things in the galaxy. Din Djarin has some space junk in his trunk!

You’ve been trying to get him interested in your lothkitty for weeks now. You prance around the ship wearing the tiniest shorts and tank tops. It’s the best way to show off your sweater meiloorun melons and your sweet poma-drupe fruit. You try to bend over in front of him as much as possible, even shaking your badonkadonk or shimming your chesticles to entice him. Once you even managed to brush up against him, and as you felt that big bantha salami in his tight pants you knew he was definitely happy to see you. You just need to make a big move because Din Djarin doesn’t do subtle.

You see him in the hull of the ship, cleaning his blaster, his talented hands stroking it the way you want him to stroke you. You walk over to him, popping your hips with each step, and then climbing onto the crate in front of him. Your feet are bare and you put one right in his lap, letting it seek out his forbidden trouser Dashta eel. You rub your foot back and forth over it while you bite your lip and tell him,

“Don’t you want to have some fun for a change, my big bad bounty hunter?”

His visor pops up to look at you, “You sure you know what you’re asking for, Cyar’ika?”

You can feel him growing in his pants, the Zillo beast is awakening and it is large.

“I know I want you to give it to me, hard.”

You open your legs so he can see how you’ve soaked your panties and shorts with your glistening moistness.

“Fuck,” Din says, his voice deeper and darker than the blackest of space. He grabs your clothes, ripping them off as if they were made of only gossamer tissue flimsi. His strength makes you whine for him.

You shriek his name as your nipples turn so hard and pointy like two shards of transparisteel in your chest.

He chuckles as he plucks your sweet binkberries. The roughness of his leather gloves adds to the sensation, the feeling of the work worn material moving over your downy flesh makes you cry out again.

"Shit! Din, your hands are the best, I want those trigger fingers in all my tight places."

"You like my hands, I see you, licking your lips with that slutty Gungan-like tongue as you stare at them," Din’s voice rasps through the modulator, “And as for your tight places, that’s exactly where I want to stick them.”

You moan obscenely as he slams two of his fingers deep inside your wet cavern of mystery, pumping them with a vengeance. His other fingers rub your pleasure nubbin turning you into a bawling mess for him. You grip his biceps, crying out,

“Din, what big blasters you have!”

“All the better to make you cum, my dear,” he tells you, his fingers pounding your secret hot spot making you ooze even more girl juice around them.

“I’m cumming for you right now!” you yell out as you shake hard and blow up like a Deathstar of desire.

Din brings his fingers up under his helmet and you can hear the sexiest slurping sounds, like he’s enjoying a delicious fried crispic as he cleans your feminine secretions from his gloves.

“Mmm, I knew you’d be tasty,” he says, “And now it’s time for the main course. You ready for a heaping serving of man meat?” He undoes his trousers and finally you get to see that big, girthy blaster cannon of his.

“Yes, my sexy metal man, gimme your beskar spear,” you coo at him.

In one forceful turbothrust, Din stuffs your special box full to the brim like you’re a Life Day roasted porg and you scream with pleasure.

“Fuck yes! Ride me hard like a blurrg!” Your cries of ecstasy bounce off the walls of the ship.

“Yeah, take it, baby, take my real Darksaber,” Din growls at you, pounding into you so hard your tits practically slap you in the face.

“Yes, it’s the most powerful sword in the galaxy, everyone wants it, and when you wave it around, they’ll follow you anywhere!” you shout your enjoyment of his legendary weapon.

Your hips are rolling like the waves crashing against the shores of Scarif. Each rise and fall brings you closer to another sonic charge climax. Din pushes your legs up high, bending and twisting you into a pleasure pretzel. His hips shift into lightspeed as he humps you like a draagax in its frenzy, determined to spread his love seed into your weeping hole.

“Fuck yes, cyar’ika, I’m gonna bring you in warm!” Din yells.

“Do it, my hot hunter, make me melt with your twin suns of spunk!” You cry out.

Your bodies undulate as you both chase that delicious release. The place where you’re joined is creating a friction and heat that is more overpowering than the Mustafarian lava fields. Convulsing together, you both explode in orgasm simultaneously. You feel Din’s searingly hot jyzz filling your precious Dagobah meat flower, so much that it seeps out of you. It’s mixing with your own vag sap, creating a blend of love nectar that is uniquely you and Din.

“Mmmm, Din, you really are the best in the parsec,” you moan out, so satisfied and happy.

“Cyar’ika, I’m gonna show you I’m the best in all the parsecs,” Din tells you with a tilt of his helmet and an electric jolt of his hips.

You feel his one eyed Krayt dragon swelling inside you, and as he takes off again like an X-Wing on the run from a Tie fighter, you soar with him into a galaxy of pleasure far far away.

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dingochef · 1 year

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Pairing: Jake "Hangman" Seresin x You (OFC)

Warnings: Swearing, Smut (MDNI 18+ Only), Angst with a Happy Ending, Stalking, P in V, oral (female and male receiving), Semi-public sex, light spanking,

Word Count: 2.1k

Summary: Definitely not an awkward morning after. Work drags you away from San Diego, but there's one blond flyboy on your mind the whole time.

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Chapter 6

Chapter 7: Morning After

The next morning you wake up to the alarm at 5:30, earlier than the 6 AM you swore you set it for. As consciousness becomes more real in your brain, you realize that Jake set it early for a very good reason. And it is soon very clear that the very good reason is so he could give you a bit of morning delight by eating you out and starting your day out with an earth shattering orgasm. You've never been with a guy who is such a connoisseur of eating pussy. The aftershocks are still tingling through your limbs when he finally surfaces from under the duvet and leans in for a rather sloppy kiss. You can taste your self in his mouth and it is fucking hot.

"Shower?" He asks, wagging his eyebrows.

"Sounds delightful," you respond back and kiss the tip of his nose, "The bathroom is to the right in the hall."

Not that anyone could get lost in your tiny two bedroom bungalow. He hops out of bed like a rabbit and walks to the bathroom. Just before he disappears past the door frame he catches you ogling his physique and his cock, impressive even when soft. You try not to sigh like a cheesy romance novel heroine as you rake your eyes over his body.

"Like what you see, sweetheart?"

he says leaning on the door frame so casually, like he isn't stark naked.

"Yes, I do. You got to see the whole package last night, so it's your turn to give a little show."

You make a little motion with your finger in a circle to accompany your request. He turns around and starts doing muscle man poses as you admire his fine backside. You let out a wolf whistle. As he turns around to the front he holds his arms up behind his head and says,

"Maybe you like it Magic Mike style.” as he starts to undulate hips in a stripper dance.

You giggle as you throw a pillow at him, which of course he catches.

"I'm just saying that if this whole fighter pilot thing doesn't work out for you, there's always a promising career opportunity as a male stripper. You could be the token military guy every male strip club has."

"And how familiar are you with male strip clubs, dear little sweet innocent Elsa?" he asks, raising an eyebrow along with the corner of his mouth in that delightful smirk.

"It's contractually required for every bachelorette party I've been a part of, that and tacky tiaras, and sex themed shots." He smiles, seemingly satisfied with your answer.

You finally get your limbs under control and get out of the bed. Striding confidently under his arm that is leaning on the door frame, you ask as coyly as you can when reach the bathroom,

"Joining me, stud?"

A sly grin spreads on his face as he enthusiastically replies,

"Yes, Ma'am!"

You get the water going and open the walk in shower, the bathroom has been the one room you totally renovated in your century old beach bungalow. The shower is your greatest work, two shower heads on the walls and a rainshower head in the middle and a bench down the long side. You can just sit on the bench and luxuriate in the warmth. You've already hopped in and have gotten your hair wet. A pair of strong hands grasp your waist and the matching body aligns with yours as a pair of lips that are more becoming more familiar lips kisses your neck.

Jake snickers behind you,

"You have a porn shower."

"What do you mean by that?"

"You can't tell me you haven't seen a porn scene with this exact setup. I mean, it's brilliant, doggy style, cowgirl, makes blow jobs easier."

You laugh,

"Giving you any ideas?"

"Yes, I've got a million ideas when it comes to you, sweets, but it's ladies choice this morning."

You turn around and put a gentle hand on Jake's shoulder to get him to sit down on said porno bench. As soon as he is seated you straddle his thigh, his hands automatically landing on your hips. Reaching down you pull Jake's rapidly hardening cock into your hands. A small grunt emits from his mouth and his hands tighten on your hips. With firm strokes you start to run your hands up and down Jake's dick. The moan that erupts from his chest as he head slacks back against the tile sends a zing of arousal through you and you start to ride his thigh unconsciously. His hard quad muscles provide a delicious pressure on your clit on each pass. You start to whisper filthy things in his ear.

"You've been quite the giver to me, seems fair to repay the favor," your strokes get faster and harder.

"I'm not going to get the image of you eating my pussy out of my mind all day," you moan on a particularly good pass over his thigh.

His hands have grabbed your ass and he is now thrusting up into your hands.

"Baby, I'm not going to last long at this pace." He gasps out.

"That's the point, Jake. I can't wait for the opportunity to suck you off, I might just attack you the next time I see you. Just think about where you want to come when I blow you. Do you like it when the girl swallows? Or you more of a facial guy or do you want to come on my tits?"

This last string of filthy promises has pushed him over the edge and his breath quickens followed by a long low groan. His release spurts over your hands and onto your stomach. You reach your peak seconds after him.

You keep eye contact with him as soon as he opens his eyes, his chest heaving to catch his breath. Your gaze never falters as you raise your hand, covered in his spend and lick it off your fingers. His eyes wide and his hands on your ass clench in response.

"Fucking hell," he says as his head goes slack against the tile.

You lean in and give him a deep kiss and gently dismount from his lap. As he recovers his breath, you finish up your shower routine. He is up and soaping up by the time you step out of the shower.

"You don't have anything that smells a little more…manly?"

he shouts as you start to pull out your hair dryer.

"Nope, you'll just have to use lavender body wash and my strawberry shampoo, but you'll smell like me all day," you wink. You blaze through your morning routine and quickly pack an overnight bag for your two nights in Bakersfield. Jake is recovering his clothes from across your house and is dressed by the time you've gathered your work stuff to walk out to your car.

"This is your ride?" He asks, pointing to the very sensible blue Honda CR-V sitting at the curb.

"Yup, Lil Blue. Gets me where I need to go."

Jake hops into the passenger side after helping you load your bags into the back. You get in and as you start the car you lean over and say to Jake,

"It's very roomy in the back."

He slides his sunglasses down to meet your gaze with that trademark smirk.

The drive to the base entrance is very brief, Jake leans over the console to give you one last toe curling kiss.

"Let me know you're back in town, babe,"

he calls over his shoulder as hops out of the car.

You're on the road by 7:15, 15 minutes behind schedule but still within the allowable range of using traffic as an excuse in California. The four hours to Bakersfield fly by despite the endless drive through the Mojave Desert. How many miles of cactus and sand can there be? Everytime you drive here you understand why Lockheed Martin chose the literal middle of nowhere to test experimental aircraft. There is nothing to hit with a crashing plane for miles.

Your trip to the Skunk Works is to assess the recovered wreckage from Maverick's crash last week.

When you arrive, the wreckage is laid out in the hangar in an approximation of the original plane. The only thing you can recognize is the life preservation pod with the parachute in the pile of twisted metal.

"Jesus Christ, how did Maverick survive this?" Cody, one of your least favorite coworkers, asks from behind you. He's relatively new to the engineering field and still in possession of an unearned confidence. Your boss's deep voice answers,

"Because Elsa knows her shit and the pod worked exactly as it was designed."

"Thanks, Ed. Did we recover the black box yet?"

"Yeah, we'll review the data tomorrow in a Team Incident Review."

"Hey, I ran into Maverick in San Diego. I asked if he wanted to come in for a debrief."

Ed replies,

"That's a good idea, get some human context for the other data."

The rest of the afternoon is spent reviewing the incident reports and the initial telemetry to determine if any of the speed parameters were met. The aircraft had reached the Mach 10 speed threshold, then it broke apart at 10.3. You beg off dinner and drinks with your coworkers in favor of going to the hotel and hitting the gym. Meetings always make you feel restless, because you're pinned down and can't walk around like you prefer to do when you're thinking. You check into the Holiday Inn Express that's like every other one in America and head up to your room. Flopping down in the crisply made bed you finally pull out your phone. You haven't had the time today to look through your messages. There are notifications from Jake, Lydia, and Beth. You pull up Beth's message and see it's a group chat with Lydia.

Group Chat: My Favorite Hoes

Beth: So….I'm going on a date with Bob tomorrow.

Lydia: Yes! What's the plan?

Beth: The usual dinner and drinks. 🍸

Lydia: It's not unique but it's the gold standard. What are you going to wear?

Beth: Something that threads the needle between classy and slutty. Any thoughts?

Lydia: How about that green dress with the cool criss cross straps on the back?

Beth: Yeah, but then I can't wear a bra.

Lydia: Exactly…..

You: Lydia's got the right idea.

Lydia:. Elsa has joined the chat! Spill the deets!

You: I don't know what you're talking about.

Lydia: I do! Rooster said a certain Hangman didn't sleep at their house last night and came sneaking in early this morning. I wonder where he was last night, Elsa? Hmmm?

Beth: You naughty girl. Spill.

You: It was a very nice night. A lady doesn't kiss and tell. 😘

Lydia: Yeah, but you're no lady. More of a delightful tramp who fucks and tells.

You: Fine, he spent the night and I dropped him at the base this morning. That's all I'm going to say for now. I’m gonna hit the gym and leave you gossiping hens to yourselves.

You flip over to Jake's text message.

Jake: I got found out.

You: Rooster rat you out? He gleefully let Lydia know your whereabouts or lack thereof.

Jake: Nope, Phoenix caught a whiff of the strawberry shampoo. She then announced to the whole squadron that I woke up at a girl's house. Fucking Rooster then looked like the cat the got the cream and let everyone know by saying, and I quote, "Know that hot brunette from Hard Deck that owned Hangman when he did his stupid how planes fly routine?"

You: Did they start singing that stupid crush song from school?

Jake: Nearly, nobody could believe that I could redeem myself to get in your good graces (or pants 😉).

You: Rooster inadvertently backed you up, love it. Your status should be legendary now.

Jake: He can be delightfully dumb sometimes. Unlike him I don't need to crow about whose bed I'm waking up in. I'm a gentleman all the way, baby.

You: That pun was awful. You don't always have to be gentle, BTW. 😉 How did the rest of the day go?

Jake: Maverick had to quiet all of us down like five year olds. He seemed a little pissy with me (more than normal). He even kept me after class and gave me a weird Dad talk about treating you with respect.

You: Hah, Maverick and his misplaced Dad vibe.

You: I've got to hit the gym and then grab some dinner in this town. Talk to you later.

Jake: Leaving me with images of you hot, sweaty, and breathing heavy. That'll come in handy later.

You: You're welcome 💋

The rest of your night goes as planned, a decent workout and a quick run to a grocery store for something resembling real food. Eventually you fall asleep reading your book, thoughts of Jake dominating your dreams.

Chapter 8

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cassieuncaged · 27 days

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𝙊𝘾: 𝘽𝙚𝙩𝙩𝙮 𝘽𝙚𝙡𝙡

Stardew Valley

𝒄𝒓𝒆𝒅𝒊𝒕 𑁍

𝐆𝐄𝐍𝐄𝐑𝐀𝐋 𝐈𝐍𝐅𝐎

𝗻𝗮𝗺𝗲 | Betty Bell

𝗮𝗴𝗲 | 23

𝗯𝗶𝗿𝘁𝗵𝗱𝗮𝘆 | Spring 21

𝗴𝗲𝗻𝗱𝗲𝗿 | Female

𝘀𝗲𝘅𝘂𝗮𝗹𝗶𝘁𝘆 | Lesbian

𝐀𝐏𝐏𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐀𝐍𝐂𝐄

𝗳𝗮𝗰𝗲 𝘀𝗵𝗮𝗽𝗲 | rounded heart shape

𝗲𝘆𝗲 𝗰𝗼𝗹𝗼𝗿 | a mossy, deep green

𝗲𝘆𝗲 𝘀𝗵𝗮𝗽𝗲 | round

𝗹𝗶𝗽𝘀 𝘀𝗵𝗮𝗽𝗲 | full and pouty

𝗻𝗼𝘀𝗲 𝘀𝗵𝗮𝗽𝗲 | button

𝘀𝗸𝗶𝗻 𝘁𝘆𝗽𝗲 | sensitive and freckled, pinkish in hue

𝗵𝗮𝗶𝗿𝘀𝘁𝘆𝗹𝗲 | A wavy bob that sits atop her shoulders

𝗵𝗮𝗶𝗿 𝗰𝗼𝗹𝗼𝗿 | golden blonde

𝗯𝗼𝗱𝘆 𝘁𝘆𝗽𝗲 | comfortably curvy with some defined leg and arm muscles from farm work

𝗰𝗹𝗼𝘁𝗵𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝘀𝘁𝘆𝗹𝗲 | Overalls, floral print everything, greens, yellows, oranges, sneakers, brown lace up work boots, mom jeans, flowy blouses, button ups, hair ribbons, flannel, flower stud earrings, etc.

𝗼𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗿 𝗳𝗲𝗮𝘁𝘂𝗿𝗲𝘀 | freckles across her most of her body. She's constantly in the sun

𝐏𝐄𝐑𝐒𝐎𝐍𝐀𝐋𝐈𝐓𝐘

𝗼𝘃𝗲𝗿𝗮𝗹𝗹 | Betty is upbeat and takes even negatives in her life in stride. Though she saw her admin job at Joja to be rather aggravating and a dead end, she saw the paychecks as a way to support herself and a means to pursue her dreams. She is very kind and will greet every person and animal she comes across.

𝗽𝗼𝘀𝗶𝘁𝗶𝘃𝗲 𝘁𝗿𝗮𝗶𝘁𝘀 |

𑁍 empathetic

𑁍 responsible

𑁍 genuine

𑁍 sensitive

𑁍 humble

𝗻𝗲𝗴𝗮𝘁𝗶𝘃𝗲 𝘁𝗿𝗮𝗶𝘁𝘀 |

𑁍 gullible

𑁍 neurotic

𑁍 complacent

𑁍 sensitive

𑁍dependent

𝗹𝗶𝗸𝗲𝘀 |

𑁍 farming

𑁍 reading

𑁍 horseback riding

𑁍 science

𑁍 flowers

𑁍 honey

𑁍 dogs

𝗱𝗶𝘀𝗹𝗶𝗸𝗲𝘀 |

𑁍 Lewis

𑁍 cruelty

𑁍 metropolitan life style

𑁍 cars

𑁍 alcohol

𝗵𝗼𝗯𝗯𝗶𝗲𝘀 |

𑁍 reading

𑁍 knitting

𑁍 horseback riding

𑁍 fishing

𑁍 making jam

𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐋𝐓𝐇

𝗺𝗲𝗻𝘁𝗮𝗹 𝗵𝗲𝗮𝗹𝘁𝗵 | Other than struggling with some mild social anxiety, Betty is thriving mentally. Farming has helped a lot

𝗽𝗵𝘆𝘀𝗶𝗰𝗮𝗹 𝗵𝗲𝗮𝗹𝘁𝗵 | Is curvy with a soft belly and arms, but working on the farm keeps her healthy.

𝗽𝗵𝗼𝗯𝗶𝗮(𝘀) Ochlophobia - fear of crowds, claustrophobia - fear of small spaces

𝗵𝘆𝗴𝗶𝗲𝗻𝗲 | Bathes every day with homemade goat milk soap. Though she is often dusty and sweaty from her working in the dirt all day

𝐀𝐃𝐃𝐈𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐀𝐋 𝐈𝐍𝐅𝐎

𝗿𝗲𝗹𝗮𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻𝘀𝗵𝗶𝗽 𝘀𝘁𝗮𝘁𝘂𝘀 | Married to Maru

𝗶𝗻𝘁𝗲𝗿𝗲𝘀𝘁𝘀 | books, specifically collections of poetry and short stories. Preferably animal related or slice of life.

𝗲𝗱𝘂𝗰𝗮𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻 | has a bachelors degree in business

𝗽𝗿𝗼𝗳𝗲𝘀𝘀𝗶𝗼𝗻(𝘀) | working on the farm inherited from her grandfather

𝗳𝗮𝗺𝗶𝗹𝘆 𝗶𝘀𝘀𝘂𝗲𝘀 | None. She is an only child who is close with her parents.

𝗿𝗲𝗹𝗶𝗴𝗶𝗼𝘂𝘀 𝘃𝗶𝗲𝘄𝘀 | doesn't practice but believes in a higher power that definitely made the world so beautiful. Is likely to worship an earth related deity.

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the-good-spartan · 1 year

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Spartan Armour (This ain't it).

Some time ago, I was chatting with a friend, and I jokingly said that, if I was in the ancient world and stumbled across Brasidas dressed like this, first, I would think he was hot, but second, that he was an absolute loony - and he asked me why.

Since then, I've been meaning to do a post about it, and this morning I'm in the mood for assembling my thoughts - so here I go.

I'd like to be kind, but this armour is wrong in nearly every way. Evidence suggests that Spartans at this period wore only a simple helmet (crested for lokhagoi, at the transverse for the polemarkhos or war-king), breast- and back-plate, and greaves - Like this set, photographed by me (as I peered into them, wondering whose was the body it once protected?)

To quote Xenophon, our nearest-in-time source for the period of the Peloponnesian War:

'Now as their equipment for battle... they should have a red cloak and a bronze shield on the reckoning that the former presents the greatest contract with any female dress, as well as the most warlike appearance; the latter certainly can be polished very quickly and is very slow to tarnish.' [On Spartan Society, 11].

Cartledge adds to this our knowing there was a place called 'The Iron House' in Sparta as a basis to suggest that the armour and weaponry were provided by the state. I find this an appealing idea, though it is only speculation.

Anyway - to break down Brasidas' armour specifically:

I can 100% guarantee no Spartan was running around in golden armour of any kind - so let's assume this is polished bronze. Even then, Lakedaimon was a relatively poor country with a cultural distaste for luxury. They definitely did not do ostentation or conspicuous wealth. This whole set is way, way too flashy, even if the items themselves existed. However.

There was no such thing as bracers (arm armour): these were used much later, and to my knowledge, exclusively by archers. These weren't even a thing by the Roman period, so almost definitely didn't exist in Ancient Sparta - or Greece, more generally.

Even the use of a pteruges (the ‘skirt’) is contentious. Unlike bracers, they were in use in the Roman period, but there's no evidence that they were earlier. Brasidas' elaborate pteruges is way too much - even by the Roman period, the pteruges was a relatively simple series of 5 or 6 leather strips with simple studs. This pteruges looks like a wrestling/boxing champions belt - it's really crazy.

Brasidas would've been wearing a simple muscled cuirass as above; whatever his upper body is dressed in here didn't exist and is my favourite of these bizarre conceits.

It looks a little like lorica hamata, ie. Roman (at least the maile section does), though if it was like lorica hamata, it would slip over the head like a T-shirt, more or less, making the straps unnecessary. I am also dubious about how tightly the maile fits to his body - this would be very uncomfortable. I am not even certain that they used maile in Ancient Greece - I don't recall seeing anything about this, so let's leave a pin in this as being 'to the best of my knowledge.'

The upper solid section is so weird. It has elements that suggest it's leather (ie. it flexes) but in the game, it looks like metal, and the straps are certainly intended to be metal (to judge by very different textures used on obviously leather armour elsewhere in the game). This would be impossible to fight in.

Basically, all these elements did never, and could never, fit together to create practical armour.

The greaves are the right shape at the front, if I'm being generous, but the way they wrap around his calves like leg-warmers above his sandal is pretty wild. You can see in the second image below that this hoplite is wearing some kind of high sock - if I'm reading the statuette correctly - but it's a separate article to the greave.

His chiton is correct though. They wore 'em short - it's hot in Greece, particularly in Lakedaimon during high summer, and when you're wrapped in metal, you don't want to cover up any more than absolutely necessary. Check out how short these Spartans chitons are!

I totally get that they wanted to make Brasidas stand out - and he does. It's aesthetically pleasing, no doubt about it. But in reality, this is 100% pure fantasy armour.

If you look at some of the other NPCs in the game, all of the correct components are there to see - though seldom assembled together.

Tangentially to all that - I just have to mention the poor little guys who are just wearing a skirt, greaves and helmet.... What in the hell was that decision about? No one in their right mind, Spartan or otherwise, was going into battle in nothing but a perizoma and strip of fabric to protect their torso.

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tavyliasin · 4 months

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ATG 12 - Friday? Freaky

Pairing: Haarlep/Tav/Raphael SPICE Rating: 5/5 Content Warnings: Sex, BDSM, Power Play, group sex, light neck grab, mild hidden voyeurism, body-swap, mild petplay (brief use of collar and leash, one use of the term "pet" as derogatory)

Spoilers Act 3, House of Hope Canon Compliance If you wanted canon you are in entirely the wrong place now. This is pure "Rule of Hot" and I don't think either of us care now do we? Other Notes Style note - hopefully this is clear, but whenever Tav is talking in all italics, these lines are being spoken by Haarlep through her. I'm going to go with it's a Haarlep specific thing, I was going to use Magic Mouth on the studs in the harness but the rulebook just didn't quite work for it, so I figured they could add something to the spell or the contract.

Essentially the rule at this point is "what Haarlep wants, Haarlep gets." Adding note - this is the direct continuation of ATG 11

Song/Mood The Devil You Know by I Fight Dragons "Nobody knows you better than your demons So whatever you believe it's now or never Time to take 'em dancing. Drop into the flow, let your body go. Dance with the devil you know or go home. They're all watching now, better show 'em how: Dance with the devil you know, and get loud."

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The soothing waters of the pool were completely refreshing. With only a little more attention from Haarlep, who was willing to care for her but not to spoil her, Tav felt herself entirely restored. The food and drinks provided were a luxury, too, and one that she happily indulged in. The incubus warned her she would need her energy, and they would be proven right before dawn. As she cleaned up and recovered, Haarlep talked her through their plan. They did not have a lot of time, Raphael would be on his way back in short order having felt the incubus’s use of his form from across the realms, but his work would keep him away just long enough to prepare. Tav stood still as they assessed her, preparing the spell scroll. “You shall have to cast this one, take great care not to lose your concentration, Rat, Alter Self has a time limit too.” “Why do I need to cast it?” She looked at them quizzically.

“Because we do not have enough time to teach you to speak as I do, to act entirely as I do. So my concentration will be on making my words fall from your lips. Looks alone will not fool Raphael, but if we are cunning we can misdirect him. Now, take a good look at my form, and prepare your spell.” They handed her the paper and stepped back, taking but a moment to transform their glamour, the feminine form of the Archduchess now standing before Tav with wings spread. She did as she was bidden and took her time, examining Haarlep’s new body in as much detail as she could. They watched her in return, smirking at the colour rising from her cheeks to the tips of her pointed ears at the sight of their beautifully sculpted curves. “Now, cast it. We have only a few minutes remaining, Rat, but I must be certain you have got this right. I assure you he knows every inch of me~” they laughed, wings fluttering for a moment with an emotion somewhere close to pride. Tav read carefully from the scroll, shivering as the threads of magic wove around her, transforming her body into the perfect mirror image of the female Raphael. Wings and tail extended from her back, feeling both familiar and completely alien to her in a single moment. She flexed them carefully, testing the strength of the muscles and how they moved whilst Haarlep stepped aside to a wardrobe. “This feels…different.”

“Of course it does, but you shall have to get used to it quickly. Now, arms out, if you would, and step in here.” They held out the leather harness, identical to the one they usually wore but fitted to the feminine form. They were quick to fit it now, not wasting any time to arouse her senses but instead focused entirely on making sure not a single hair was out of place. “There, can you move freely?” Tav flexed her limbs, feeling the decadent pressure of the well fitted harness clinging to every curve so very perfectly. It was strange to have something on her body yet feel more undressed than she had moments ago. “It feels just fine. What next?” “Next,” Haarlep instructed, “you must make yourself comfortable on the bed. Appear entirely disinterested, no matter how you feel when he walks in through his little door.” “Wait, where will you be?” She asked over her shoulder, even as she walked towards the bed. “I, Little Rat, will be hidden until the time is just right.” They noted the look that crossed her face, as they began to walk away. “I will be watching , do not worry. He will not be permitted to go too far. Now, do remember everything that I taught you. I will give you the voice to speak to him, but you must use my body if you want to take everything from him. If you do well, I will make certain that you are well rewarded~” “Yes, Haarlep, anything you say.” Tav clamped her hand over her mouth in shock, the voice had risen from her without her permission.

Maybe, she thought to herself as she laid upon the silk sheets to wait for the master of the house, maybe I will do exactly what you suggested and take my own reward.

--- Raphael put the last of the papers in order, replacing the books upon their properly secured shelves. Plans of this magnitude were exhausting, and required meddling with powers that made even his skin crawl. And of course, that little Harlot had been up to something again. He felt it, of course, but at least this time they had known it wouldn’t be quite as inappropriate timing. Not that he would let his displeasure be any less evident.

Truth be told, when he left, he hoped - despite the vile implication of the word - that Haarlep would be bored and do something about it. The master of the House of Hope himself had been agitated since the Little Mouse had crept into his personal bedchamber and allowed his incubus to… His brow furrowed. Haarlep had played him like a lute, plucking every string like a bard whose sole talent was to get on his every last nerve yet leave him frustratingly fucking satisfied . He wasn’t sure if it was the anger at his authority being disrespected or the excitement at what might be waiting that lit the fire under his feet, but he certainly picked up the pace as he locked the door to the library vault, stepped past the protective barriers, and waved his dimension door into place in front of him. He took just a moment to smooth down the silks of his shirt, inhaling deeply to fill his lungs deeper with rage before stepping back into his home. ---

“What took you so long?” Tav spoke, in Haarlep’s voice, in their feminine body. Her wings were spread out behind her, tail flicking slightly with mock agitation, as she swirled wine lazily in a glass barely bothering to look over at the new arrival. Just like Haarlep told her. “I can take as long as I wish, Harlot. And why, may I ask, have you chosen that body tonight?” He walked over casually, sitting on the other end of the bed. Tav’s heart quickened a little, it was…different, to see him like this. “Technically, it is my body, so I may decorate it as I wish. Or were you hoping I might have a different look for you to try out? Something decidedly more… rodent , perhaps?” She was suddenly glad that her skin was already bright red, the implication they made whilst speaking for her, from her… It was almost as exciting as the reaction she saw from Raphael. “Don’t be absurd ,” he snarled, just a little too emphatically to be believable, “that would mean you made a deal with her and I gave you no such permission.” “You didn’t?” Tav blurted out without thinking, but Haarlep quickly covered for her. “Why would you though? I wasn’t aware you thought so highly of yourself that you would need to give me permission to do what I like in my domain.” “Well, out with it then. What is it that you’re up to?” Raphael glared at her. Even with his human form’s eyes, Tav could feel the hellfire burning within him. For a horrifying moment she worried that he might see through her guise, but he merely raised an eyebrow awaiting the reply. “Wouldn’t you like to know.” She replied, her own obstinate streak leaking through and thoroughly enjoying the visible bristling in her sparring partner. Ah, this might actually be fun, to turn the tables… Alright, Haarlep, I agree. This will be its own reward. “Are we going to bicker all night, or do you have a point you’re going to reach eventually?” He was on the line between boredom and rage, the exact time that Haarlep had told Tav to step up the game. She drained the rest of her wine, offering him none and putting the glass on the table with a languid motion. “Undress. I tire of seeing your pompous silks hiding your body from me.” Haarlep added the words to her voice, the air of command coming so naturally from the sultry tones of the Archduchess’s form she wore. “Take your time, Archduke, entertain me as payment for keeping me waiting.” ---

He hissed, the lines in his forehead deepening, but he obeyed like it was the most natural thing in the world. Tav watched closely, careful to maintain her air of indifference, as Raphael stood from the bed and began to loosen the fastenings of his finery. It was hardly the sultry display of a stripper, but Tav had missed the sight of him in their last…encounter…so she fully intended to savour the look of him. She licked her lips absent-mindedly as the top of his chest revealed itself to her.

“Pent up tonight, are we, Harlot ?” He continued to glare obstinately, whilst still doing exactly what had been asked. It was clear from the strain of the silks below his waist that he was entirely enjoying being ordered around, a realisation that further excited Tav. No, she would not be needing to steal a kiss from Haarlep to enjoy this . It was almost comical how many layers, ruffles, and clasps had to be undone and cast aside before Raphael was even halfway naked. However, when his trousers finally slid down to his ankles there was nothing left beneath. Well, nothing except- “On your back, if you please.” Tav’s mind blanked for a moment, not quite registering Haarlep’s next commands as they left her disguised lips, the memory of feeling him returning with a startling clarity. Her borrowed cambion tail swished behind her of its own accord. “I thought you were complaining this was too dull, human form, laying comfortably-” “I didn’t say you would be comfortable, Archduke .” Tav hissed, finding her own thoughts surprised her once again. She stood, moving to the side of the bed, looking for the items that Haarlep had set aside for her. The gag, of course, would not be needed. No, she wanted to hear every decibel of his reaction to her, and she did not mind hearing his voice one bit. “And you will remain in that form until I tell you.” Haarlep added to the order whilst she pulled out what she wanted, reminding Tav that she had the choice of when to have him change for her. “Not using your magic today, I see? What, too tired to bother?” Raphael glared, even as he lay prone, naked, and completely at her mercy. “You think you deserve that much effort? Know. Your. Place.” She brought her tail down like a whip on his inner thigh, eliciting a prolonged groan. Her aim was far from perfect, the limb still feeling foreign to her, but she was still delighted by the response. It made her bolder as she knelt on the bed above him, savouring the feel of the leather cutting slightly into her thighs and how small he looked beneath her. She stretched out her wings and dangled the leather cuffs before him. Raphael remained silent, not giving her the satisfaction of a fight now, simply waiting. That would not do. She whipped her tail around again, striking somewhere far more sensitive and eliciting something close to a yowl from the previously proud and composed fiend. But he did not use the word, his word, the one Haarlep had told her was just like her own. He did not want her to stop.

“Do not think to bore me, Archduke, or I shan’t bother even with this much, and you shall remain unsated.” Haarlep’s warning resounded clearly, even if Tav had no intention of following through with it. However, it seemed to have the right effect. “Whatever happened to romance?” he growled, giving her the slight satisfaction of a fight as he pushed his hips up towards her. “I didn’t give you permission to touch me yet, ” she purred, leaning down to put her lips to his ear as her hands worked the buckle of the strap viciously tight around his first wrist, “you will have to prove to me that you want it, that you can earn it, and then I might consider giving you what you want.” Her blood burned hot, almost like the body she inhabited was truly what it appeared to be, and relished the strained noise that escaped his throat as she bit his earlobe. “You,” the sound came from between gritted teeth, “are playing with fire.” “Water just isn’t as fun.” She whispered into his ear, securing the second strap around his wrist and pulling it almost cruelly tight. The cuffs were attached together by a sturdy metal ring connected to a chain. A chain which she yanked sharply upwards to test her control on his arms. “Well, Archduke, isn’t there something you want?” He strained his neck towards her as she sat back, keeping her lips just out of his reach, delighting at how hard he tried. His legs tried to seek purchase on the bed now too, desperate for any skin contact, but she denied him once more. “Bitch,” he seethed, “you always have to have it your way, don’t you?” “And that’s why you like it this way, Archduke.” Haarlep responded through Tav, as she hooked her feet over his legs to pin them down beneath her. “Aren’t you bored of always trying to win?” That time she wasn’t sure if she was playing the part, or genuinely asking for herself. Something she quickly corrected by remembering what Haarlep said before. “Isn’t it more fun when you lose ?”

“It might be nice to see you lose, for a change.” He muttered this time, straining at the bonds that held him as Tav traced along his jawline with a taloned finger. “Perhaps you just might,” she mused, more to herself than for his benefit. She had very much enjoyed losing herself to the pleasures Haarlep could bring, but this … This is what she wanted more. He was the one that would endlessly tease her, never dignifying her with her true name, only ever the nickname. She brought her tail down on his hip, drinking in his gasp as she dragged her teeth along the edge of his ear. He was the one that would flirt and try to seduce her with his mannerisms, peppered with hints of cruelty and threats. She let her lips brush past his, delighting at how he whimpered at being denied so much as a chaste kiss when she pulled away. He was the one that would constantly push her closer and closer towards a contract that clearly had too big a catch to agree to. She gripped his throat with a taloned hand, pushing his head onto the pillows as she rolled her hips to grind on his thigh. Who has control now, Raphael? Grand Archduke of Avernus, swaggering around like you own the place, and look at you. Putty in my hands. I could break you if I wanted to, but this… Oh this is so much better.

--- Haarlep was watching closely, carefully concealed, and utterly delighted. They hadn’t imagined they might draw this side out of the Little Rat, and once again resolved not to underestimate her in the future. She was…inspired. Clumsy, perhaps, but she was finding her footing, and they were impressed. They held a little toy in their hand, wondering how long it would be before it was needed - after all, if she did want to go further, the illusion would be broken if Raphael did not feel what she felt. A replica would be enough, and Haarlep was almost impatient to use it. __ Tav was relentless. Every time she gave Raphael the satisfaction of touch, she pulled back. She kept her hold over him, literally and figuratively, with the carrot and the stick. It was surprising to her, how much she was delighting in drawing out the torment, watching his body react in pleasure to the slightest of touches. Her tail whipped and cracked, covering his human form in tiny welts that radiated their pain like heat. Her lips and fingers caressed, even as her claws and teeth raked and stopped barely short of drawing blood. Raphael was utterly enveloped. He seethed at being denied release, strained uselessly at his own feminine cambion form towering over him holding him in place, and fumed at never being given permission to change to his own cambion form. “What do you want?” The leather of her crude outfit dragged over him, the brief contact driving him to madness even as she demanded an answer with his own glowing eyes. “You know what I want, Harlot .” He kept his pride even as he moaned at the contact when she pressed her hips down over his. “ Enough , are you not satisfied?” “Not until I hear you ask properly. ” Haarlep interjected through her voice, as Tav had already begun to remove the underwear preventing him from getting what he wanted. She held herself above him, waiting for the response, still gripping the chain attached to his bound wrists in one hand. “Well? What will it be? What. Do. You. Want?” Her own words took over, demanding what was expected, punctuating each with a lash of her tail over bruised flesh. “H-” He groaned as her free hand reached down to add to his torment. “I want to fuck you, Haarlep. Please. ” There it was, the plaintive whimper, the begging, the final nail in his coffin that told Haarlep they had won, every single time. Tav felt her wings, the wings of the Archduchess, quiver in response to hearing that name. A shiver of pleasure, a feeling of deep satisfaction and pride. “Good, good…you’ve done so very well, Raphael.” Haarlep allowed his name to be spoken aloud, Tav surprised to hear it leave her mouth, but knowing these words were also for her. The validation…it felt incredible. She shifted slightly and moved slowly, so slowly, drawing forth an extended noise somewhere between a whine and a growl as she allowed him to enter her fully. It was hard to hide her own reaction to feeling him, her borrowed form heating to a fever pitch with her own desire. Somewhere, unseen, Haarlep smiled.

Tav had always imagined Raphael to want control at all times, she had thought that if their dance from her “dream” were ever to continue that he would want to lead. His pride was as formidable as his ego, and he seemed loathe to even consider the possibility of losing. Especially to someone he saw as beneath him. She looked down as she began to ride him slowly, drawing out the sensations for them both. He didn’t see Haarlep as beneath him. That was clear now. Haarlep was not even an equal. They were the one being that had his respect, his trust, and admiration perhaps. In this room, no matter what words were spoken, Haarlep’s were the final ones. Feeling just a hint of that power was intoxicating. “More.” The wanton moan was another plea, he couldn’t do with just this. He needed everything . Not even permitted his full form, he was desperate for all he might be granted. Tav remembered more of Haarlep’s tuition, and brought her tail to his lips, wordlessly telling him her expectations.

Raphael’s lips and tongue caressed the tip of her tail, leaving it slicked and ready as she moved it back and sought entry, still a little clumsy as she tried to guide it in with her hand whilst still riding him. “Stay still, Raphael. Soon.” Haarlep commanded, the last word as an instruction to Tav. He gasped as the “Archduchess’s” cambion tail penetrated him, pressing and flexing, moving to find the exact point he needed-

Ah, there it is. She savoured the way he moaned beneath her, breathless, desperate, about ready to let go at any moment…except he had been commanded to remain still, by the one voice he could not refuse. It was almost cruel, but some things were worth the wait. She stopped her hips from moving for now, sliding her free hand between her legs to pleasure herself, teasing out the kind of orgasm that he was going to feel, pulsing, convulsing, gripping every inch of him as she was overcome with pleasure. Then right before the moment the climax could build to that shockwave, Haarlep gave one final command from Tav’s lips. “Transform.”

Just as the spasms of a hundred nerves and muscles began to cascade through Tav’s body, she felt something beneath her, inside her, changing. The expansion nearly drove her into a frenzy, and it was all she could do to hold the concentration for the spell that held her disguised form as the cuffs broke and Raphael finally moved of his own will. All the impatience, the teasing, drawing out the experience whilst denying him time and time again, it boiled to the surface. This was a side she hadn’t expected to see, but it delighted her. He gripped her hips with now free hands, using the leverage to slam hard into her over and over, selfishly pursuing his own release whilst inadvertently giving her everything she desired. She gripped his cambion horns, now standing proudly like a crown from his head, and pulled him into the kiss she had denied him before. She felt the need to devour him whole whilst being devoured, giving in almost entirely to a reality far more satisfying than any time she had dreamed of this. But even as they found release together, cascading headfirst into a shuddering bliss, she knew it wasn’t her that he wanted. Not her body that filled the room with his roar of pleasure. Not her voice that had easily brought him to his knees. Not her hands that teased every sensation from his body. Not her wings that shook in the afterglow, not her tail that withdrew from him still slick and glistening, not her lips that tasted of cherry and ash- “You were wonderful,” Haarlep spoke through her again, voice low, “if you’re not done, I have a treat for you…” Tav wasn’t entirely sure who the words were for, but she could feel a new rise from the cambion beneath her, in more ways than one. She sat back from him, taking at least a moment to get her breath as she reclined against the foot of the bed. She tried to keep up appearances, knowing Haarlep would not likely tire from anything less than a week long orgy, but it was difficult. Taking control was exhausting, the power that flowed through her had almost felt terrifying, yet even now it was hard to stop her legs shaking as she desperately desired more … Tav was glad that Raphael had his back to her when he turned to face Haarlep - well, not Haarlep precisely.

Oh you devious bitch, she thought as she looked at her own true body stepping into view, dressed in the exact same silken outfit that Raphael had conjured for her within her dream, I should’ve known you’d pull a trick like this.Haarlep put on an excellent show, looking apprehensive, yet refusing to flinch as Raphael’s own cambion tail flicked wickedly through the air. They would no longer be providing her words, either, but there would be no need for now. “What in the hells are you doing here, Little Mouse? And precisely how long have you been lurking in the shadows?” He demanded, wings stretching out in a display of attempted intimidation even as he was sat entirely naked and glistening with the evidence of their recent actions. It would have looked absurd, had it actually been Tav stood there defiantly. “I was invited,” Haarlep replied in Tav’s own voice, perfectly replicating her every mannerism with ease, “and I thought you would find it rude of me to turn down an invitation from your own hand.” You liar- Tav spat in her mind, but nevertheless deeply intrigued by the way Raphael reacted. This show was entirely for her benefit, she realised. She was close enough to see every little muscle twitch, the way he leaned just a little closer, how his arms moved just subtly to hide his growing arousal from the Tav standing across from him. Fine, she relented in her mind, I will thank you later, Haarlep… “So now you choose to respect social etiquette? You still ignored my second question, Little Mouse, exactly how long have you been there?” He was visibly bristling, but once again his anger blended beautifully with lust into an intoxicating cocktail. Tav understood exactly why Haarlep had planned all of this now. “Long enough.” Haarlep-Tav smirked, putting a hand on one hip to accentuate how the dress clung to the lines of their body, her body. “Is this what you wanted, Haarlep?” Shit, now I have to- “It fits you very well indeed. I must say he has fine taste, Rat, to keep that dress in your exact size.” Tav played her part as best as she could now, working out exactly how best to rile up Raphael further.

“Of course, if you don’t want me here, I can just leave.” Haarlep began to turn away, forcing Raphael to act. “Wait.” He snapped, altogether too quickly to deny his interest in her beyond this. “If you wanted to leave, you could have done so before. What is it you really want?” He wove a swift spell in the air, a Zone of Truth settling around the faux Tav unexpectedly. Shit , the real Tav realised, they can’t lie now, only avoid the truth, which will make it more suspicious.

“I was interested.” Haarlep replied, carefully turning back to face Raphael now as he stood up almost uncomfortably straight, no longer caring about how much of him was revealed. “Interested doesn’t cut it. What do you want with me , Little Mouse? Is this what you desire? I can draw you out a contract in short order, if you’re that desperate. ” His tail swished more behind him, the mixed emotions fighting for control. Anticipation, frustration, and…the horrifying realisation that it was all coloured with the disgusting tone of hope. “I do not desire a contract from you.” Haarlep replied, truthfully both for themselves and their portrayal of Tav. “What is it that you want, though? You could’ve sent me away the moment I stepped into view, and yet there you are, keeping me right where you want me.” “You insolent-” Raphael stepped towards her, tail striking the floor, “how dare you presume to know what it is that I want!” He passed the barrier into the spell’s area now, glaring down at them. “Are you sure you can deny it now, Archduke ?” Tav cut in from behind them, still reclining in the form of the Archduchess, seeing the perfect opportunity to slide the blade of her words between his ribs. “I-” Raphael halted, the spell choking his lie. “You devious little- What is your game here, Haarlep?” He turned on his heel, while Haarlep gave Tav a loaded wink from where they stood behind him now. “I was bored,” Tav replied simply, “and so were you. This sounded like an entertaining idea. Do you disagree?” He faltered again, another question he could not answer without a level of honesty he was not ready to embrace. Behind him Haarlep wrapped their arms around him, caressing his chiseled muscles. “Come on, now, why don’t we have a little fun? I would love to dance with you properly this time. Don’t you want to be with me?” How much does Haarlep know about that dream? Tav didn’t have much time to consider the implications, immediately distracted by the hint of a groan from Raphael as Haarlep began to toy with his chest. She flinched, however, when his tail struck Haarlep’s rear. She felt it, just as surely as if she were wearing her own body.

Haarlep simply grinned at her with her own smile.

Oh, fuck.

“Why did you recoil when I-”... The realisation dawned on Raphael at about the same moment Haarlep shifted to their masculine form, strong arms now securing the master of the house in place, their hand holding his chin in place to force him to really look closely at the Archduchess he had just slept with.

“Why don’t the three of us work this out, on the bed.” Haarlep growled, now in their own voice, pressing against Raphael’s back while raking his chest with their claws. “We can have so much more fun now our toy is ready~” They caught Tav’s eye. “But don’t you lose your concentration just yet…I have always wondered what he might feel like to be utterly surrounded by himself .” Raphael bit his lip as Haarlep twisted his arms together in front him, securing them with a swift spell. Mending, with a little extra power to it, welded the broken cuffs into one piece, binding his hands clasped together in the twisted appearance of a prayer. Another gesture and a silent Mage Hand deposited a collar with a chain attached into their hand.

“Don’t. Move.” Haarlep whispered directly into his ear, causing the cambion’s wings to shudder as his incubus secured the collar around his neck like some kind of pet. “Wait.” They commanded, an unspoken command of quite the opposite also given to Tav. She sat up now, the first part of the game was over, but she still had an act to maintain. She stretched lazily as she stood from the bed, reaching the peak of her height, all three now technically reaching the exactly same scale and yet…Raphael looked smaller between them. Tav stalked towards him and raised his chin towards her with one claw, as Haarlep began to kiss his shoulders. “Tell me.” She spoke directly into his eyes with her own command. “Tell me that you want me. I will not touch you if you do not agree.” Raphael groaned at the conflict, the desire clear for all to see, but unwilling to allow the Mouse to catch the Cat…and yet… “Fine.” He relented, realising it mattered little when she had already taken so much of him that night, willingly given. “Not good enough, Archduke ,” Haarlep growled into his ear, “use your words, like a good pet .” “You absolute-” Raphael’s complaints were silenced by a pair of tails striking him in tandem. “ Fine. I want this, Little Mouse, and you better not disappoint me.” The echo of power and control he tried to cling to was barely a whisper when he was so utterly trapped between two hedonistic deviants drunk on lust, but he had done what was asked. Tav grabbed his horns and pulled him in to a kiss, finding her tongue met with the same fiery passion and a strangled moan when Haarlep bit down on his shoulder.

His body was entirely theirs, his desire for them both clear and emanating from him like the heat of Avernus itself. Tav took the chain that Haarlep passed her, pulling Raphael towards the bed. She walked backwards, tugging him along with her by the collar around his neck, until she was sat back on the bed with legs apart and waiting. Haarlep followed her lead and shoved the bound cambion to the ground, now truly looking like a heathen in prayer - hands bound and in the pose of supplication, knees on the floor ready for worship, entire body rigid with anticipation. “Go ahead,” Haarlep looked to Tav, “take everything you want and more. You have earned it.”

Looking down at Raphael on the floor, Tav felt another rush of intoxicating power. The permission and praise from Haarlep tipping the scales just as they intended. She pulled the leash, dragging his head towards her, thrusting his face between her legs with a single word to command him. “Eat.” It seemed the selfishness could be tamed out of him well, as the cambion did indeed follow the instructions. He even nudged at her thigh with his horns, silently suggesting she lift her legs over his shoulders to bring him in closer. She followed the direction, holding his shoulders tightly between her knees. — Haarlep took a moment to appreciate the sight. It was utterly decadent. Seeing the Archduke bent double, face buried between the thighs of his own female form, for once giving pleasure without being able to feel it in himself like he could if it were Haarlep laying there with his tongue thrusting within them. Their favourite little Rat was playing so beautifully, too, her gasps and moans with the voice of the Archduchess bringing a new level of excitement to them, erasing the last of their patience as they decided how to join in. — Raphael’s moan from between Tav’s legs was the most wanton noise she had ever heard. She glanced down and saw exactly what had drawn the sound from the lips that were still working hard to quicken her own breath.

Haarlep was on the floor behind him, one hand wickedly pulling the cambion’s tail, the other between their own legs just beneath the dress that had torn when they transformed…and their face was pressed right up to Raphael, clearly applying their own tongue with a level of skill that could impress a professional brothel. Raphael’s wings shuddered above him, stretching out as if to seek some kind of purchase to hold on to. He could feel everything from Haarlep, even as they touched themselves he felt their fingers caressing, pulling, clawing -

Tav’s own cambion tail had been beneath her when she sat on the edge of the bed, which she now realised gave her a unique position as it brushed against Raphael’s torso unexpectedly. It wasn’t easy to use the foreign limb, but she was going to make the most of it whilst she still could. Raphael groaned again, the two seeming intent on tormenting him until the end of his days, but he could not ask for more …until he felt the false tail of his little mouse begin to caress him. The extra sensation of touch grasping his length even as Haarlep worked its twin with a skilled hand was almost entirely too much.

“No,” Haarlep intoned from behind him, “no, not yet.” They quickly secured the leather strap at his base, tightening it to prevent his release. “Earn it.” Tav closed her eyes in ecstasy. There was nothing in this room besides red skin and hot passion, the blood in their veins turning to pure lust, undiluted desire pulsing through them all as they were connected mouth to body, skin to skin, drowning in bliss. As the only one with her tongue not currently completely occupied, she gave voice to their collective experience. — The halls in the House of Hope echoed with the feral howl of cambion lungs screaming out a climax that had Korilla checking her hair for pieces of the ceiling. She frowned at the archivist, who simply shrugged, assuming everything was proceeding without unwanted incident. He silently handed her a scroll that would bar further sound from leaving that unholy room, the unspoken understanding that this could last a few more hours yet and they did not have any desire to hear it any longer. The distance between the rooms should have been more than enough, but apparently the incubus had gone completely feral.

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The sheer intensity and power had shaken Tav to her core, and her grasp on the spell’s concentration melted away as the aftershock continued to pulse through her, the leashed cambion between her legs still working his tongue with an unhinged greed. He could have devoured her, as her skin tone paled from the crimson tone, overpowered her as the tail and wings vanished around her, taken back control as the boost of strength from hardened muscles softened to her usual level. But he did no such thing. Instead, as Haarlep relented from their own work on him and dragged him up from between her thighs by his horns, Raphael only looked at her with a quiet expectation, a longing, and a new level of desire as he considered the far less familiar body of the elf on his bed.

As an answer to the piercing gaze, Tav pulled the collar’s chain once more, pulling him close as she sat up now to reach his lips. She could taste herself on his tongue, hot, sweet, mingling with the cherry smoke that emanated from his very being. She wanted to devour him, and to be devoured in return. When they broke for breath, she caught Haarlep’s eye, realising they had been stood slightly back watching the two of them, idly massaging Raphael’s cambion tail. “Well,” they said, pausing to bite Raphael’s shoulder to remind him who was in control, “I believe that Raphael has indeed paid his proper respects to you now. Don’t you agree, Little Rat?” Tav could only nod now, seeing the shift in power now that she no longer bore the incubus’s form. She wasn’t even certain she could stand if she needed to, her legs quivered from the lingering tension of the control she had held with such thrill. She could have been drunk on that feeling alone, but it could not last forever. They had risen the fire in his eyes to a raging inferno, and now, as he would have said had he the presence of mind remaining to do so, “down come the claws.” ---

Raphael looked down at her, the Little Mouse, his Little Mouse… Her pale skin was flush with pleasure, hair a beautiful mess above eyes that almost glowed as she looked back at him. Perhaps he should punish her for having the audacity to participate in this little trick, perhaps he should deny her anything she ever asked of him, now or in the future. Perhaps he should just end her right now as she sat helpless, breathless, gazing at him with a pure lust that made his breath catch in his throat.

Haarlep reached forwards and disintegrated the cuffs that bound his hands, allowing him as much freedom as they were willing to give, but their claws on his back gave him the delicious reminder that he was never fully in charge here. Teeth grazed his neck as his own voice whispered in his ear. “You want her real body, do you not? Take it. She is practically begging for you to take over.” Raphael stepped closer to the bed, running his hands up from Tav’s knees to her hips.

“See, she shivers even now just from your touch. Take her. Show her how powerful you can be. ” Haarlep’s persuasion was hardly necessary, but their next move not only tipped the scales - it picked them up and launched them out of the window, weights and all. They changed into Tav’s form, using her voice directly into his ear, their tongue teasing along the edge just after. “I want you, Raphael-” ---

Tav wasn’t sure what the incubus had said in her voice, but it seemed to have sealed her fate. Raphael took hold of her legs, pulling her forwards to the edge of the bed as her back hit the silk sheets from the motion. The claws digging into her skin brought a delightful pain, the actions holding unspoken promises soon to be fulfilled.

She saw Haarlep smirking at her with her own face behind Raphael, caressing his body in every way she would have…if he had not thrust inside her with a mindnumbing force. “That’s it, give her everything , make her understand which of you two holds the power. Watch her face, make her beg for more~” They talked low in his ear, though even if Tav could hear she would’ve had no chance to listen.

It was clearly difficult for Raphael to hold himself back from just racing towards his own conclusions, tempted to see how he might play this new game and finally claw out a win, even if he would still be second place to his mirror image.

Tav was held in place by strong crimson hands on her thighs. Their hips were pressed flush together, feeling completely and utterly filled…or at least so she thought until she saw Haarlep step out from behind the fiend, still wearing her body, whispering some new and clearly devious idea.

The cambion kept a sadistic pace, slow but with strong motions, his eyes locked on the place their bodies met. His tail, however, was moving behind him, travelling the length of Haarlep’s leg, the sensation replicated in Tav’s own body from their proximity now. By the time the tip reached its goal and pressed inside, she was thrown into a fever pitched climax. It was almost unbearable, multiple muscles locking down around one real sensation and the phantom that came from Haarlep’s deal.

Raphael’s gaze had turned to her face now, seeing her head thrown back, hands clawing at silk sheets as if trying to hang on to her very sanity as the room filled with the sounds of their little game. It was…different, this was no performance, this was no incubus going through the motions just to feed like they had for centuries. No, his Little Mouse was here because she wanted him, she wanted this, and every time her muscles clamped down around him it was proof that he had the power to throw her into the very depths of infernal ecstasy. He cursed at the strap that still prevented his release, but did not yet want to relent. She could take more of him, as long as he chose. Haarlep was still beside him, remaining stubbornly on their feet even as he attempted to break them down with his tail. The incubus, however, seemed to have other ideas. “Go on, keep going, look at how her skin flushes so beautifully for you. You’re making art, music, and it is so very delicious~” They purred in his ear, running a hand down his spine, teasing those little places between his legs that ached for more. “Well? What do you have to say to me?” “Please-,” Raphael whined, before realising that wasn’t quite what they meant this time. “Thank you, Haarlep.”

“Oh you do play so very nicely~” If they had been in one of their usual cambion forms, their wings would’ve fluttered in the way they always did to hear their proper name spoken in the heat of passion, and the validation of praise was so rare too; Tav felt the shiver of delight travel up her spine, right where the Archduchess’s wings would have been.

The sensation was not entirely unnoticed by Raphael either, he began to increase his pace as Haarlep’s fingers worked inside him, their other hand casting a quick spell to dissolve the strap around his base that held him back.

All Tav could do was try to keep her quickly slipping grasp on her own mind. The sensations were powerful, overwhelming, so when Haarlep took their free hand to join Raphael’s cambion tail inside themselves she almost entirely crumbled. They were right when they said she would not need a single kiss from their aphrodisiac-infused lips to enjoy this, if she had tasted that particular passion today she may not have survived. The punishing speed and impact of every thrust made the bed shake, even the stone floor could not be entirely immune, and the walls echoed with every kind of lustful sound known to creation. By the time the final breathtaking orgasm ripped through all three of them, they were all about ready to collapse. Even Haarlep subtly leaned on the end of the bedpost, shifting back to their masculine cambion form to gain stability. Raphael stayed upright at first by refusing to release his vice grip on Tav’s thighs, staying flush inside her until the last heat of the afterglow faded, taking in every inch of the view of her completely undone on his bed. ---

“I believe,” Haarlep broke the silence once everyone was breathing normally again, “that we have earned ourselves a break for tonight.” Their eyes met Raphael’s with a silent instruction: you are still responsible, take care of her. They took the lead, stalking across the room with hips swaying, a delighted little flick of their tail. They were quite satisfied that their scheme had paid off, and the meal could sustain them for quite some time…but the other two would need to rest. They prepared the lotions and soaps, turning back to check on their prizes. Raphael had relented, throwing Tav’s arm over his shoulders with his own wrapped around her waist, his tail gently supporting her upper back just in case. He wasn’t going to give her the satisfaction of being carried, not if she was still able to walk, but he also was not about to let her legs collapse beneath her as they seemed likely to do at any moment. For her part, Tav felt…well, perhaps it was too soon to work out what was going through her mind, if anything was going on up there at all. Her body was a mess, muscles feeling like they were still vibrating and pulsing, heart rate stubbornly refusing to return completely to normal. Much as the fiend’s support was helping her cross the cool stone floor to the bath area, feeling his warmth and strength so clearly was doing nothing to calm her body and emotion. By the time her toes touched to cooling waters, she let out an audible sigh, ready to sink down and be healed.

Haarlep was already seated, laying back, but gestured towards the pair now entering the healing pool. “Here, with me.” Raphael followed the instruction, helping Tav to sit next to Haarlep now, taking his own seat the other side of her and relishing the feeling of the water on the welts and bruises she had peppered him with earlier. He still had no idea how he felt, going only by instinct as he sat back and put his arm around her waist again, pulling them closer. His wing extended behind her, almost possessively, as he used his free hand to caress her shoulder idly. On the other side, Haarlep grinned. They slid their arm around her waist from the other side, caressing Raphael’s where they passed, their own wing stretching just that little bit higher behind the other two as if claiming them both. Their other hand tenderly massaged Tav’s aching thigh, savouring the soft whisper of a moan from her lips. The three would remain there for a while, resting, recovering, and basking in the aftermath of a night of pure satisfaction. Tav even found herself washing Raphael’s hair, something he seemed to secretly delight in as she used her nails to massage to the roots around the base of his horns.

By the time she stepped back through the shimmering doorway to the Inn, the sun had risen and so had her companions. Fortunately, the healing pool had left her feeling completely rested and restored, though making up a story about where precisely she had been would prove more challenging than any of the battles they would face that day. ---

The room felt emptier after the Little Mouse left to return to her usual plane, the mirrored images of Raphael and Haarlep left reclining upon their separate armchairs. Raphael could’ve spent an hour or more berating his incubus, for tricking him, for using up valuable scrolls, for allowing his prey to see him completely vulnerable-

It didn’t matter though.

Curiosity might have “killed” the cat, but satisfaction brought him back.

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Can I ever write anything short for these three together? Absolutely not, virtually impossible, might as well ask me to cease using any BDSM in my fics (that will never happen I want to lean further into that one) There may well be a side story series in the future of various characters visiting our dear incubus, so do feel free to drop suggestions on that one~ For now though, ATG will be moving away from the cambion and his incubus again for a while in the main story to keep me from writing exclusively about them. They have the prequel for that~

#baldurs gate 3 #bg3 #bg3 fanfiction #haarlep #bg3 raphael #bg3 tav #fanfic #a tav's guide

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