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belovedwhore · 1 year

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pretty boy

ethan landry x reader

warnings: a little bit of plot, smut obv, fingering, blowjob, “nipple play” like barely, and ethan’s a lowkey sub

notes: i watched scream 6 yesterday and i had to like this man is just so fine. also this takes place at the party so technically he isn’t ghostface just yet so we’ll leave it at that. just a normal college boy :)

if you like this lmk what other stuff you’d want to read for ethan, in need of prompts!!!

pt 1 , pt 2 , pt 3 , pt 4 , pt 5 , pt 6

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it was halloweekend and you and your friends came to a frat party. you and tara had dressed as pirates just grabbing stuff that was left around. the party was going pretty well, well until you took a long swig of a bottle of pink whitney and ran upstairs after seeing your ex hooking up with this girl that was “just a friend”, what a load of bullshit. you went into the nearest unlocked room, closing the door behind you and locking it.

“fuck me,” you muttered to yourself, “fuck me in the fucking ass.”

you turned around to go sit down on the bed and there sat ethan, well a rather red faced ethan after your remark, just looking at you. ethan was a part of your friend group, the cute dorky guy. his cardboard robot costume was littered on the floor, leaving him in his joggers and a shirt. you were surprised he wasn’t somewhere with chad getting a pep talk to finally talk to a girl.

“hey,” he greeted giving you a small wave as if you two weren’t the only people in the room.

“god were you gonna say anything sooner I didn’t know anyone was in here,” you answered as you walked over and sat in front of him while his back was against the headboard.

“oh sorry, my bad.”

“nah it’s fine, worse shit has happened to me tonight that’s for sure.”

“like what,” he inquired.

“well for starters my ex is fucking the bitch that he said he was “just friends” with during our whole relationship so,” you responded hurriedly and angrily.

“oh i’m so sorry, that’s messed up.”

“yes it is, welcome to my life pretty boy”

you hadn’t meant to say the nickname out loud but that long drink was starting to hit you and you couldn’t care less at the moment. ethan blushed at your comment, looking down unable to meet you eye.

“hey,” you told him, “look at me.”

you grabbed both sides of his face with your hands and giggled, “such a pretty boy with pretty lips.”

at this point ethan was bright red and speechless, just muttering words trying to form a sentence, “l-l-l-look i think you’re drunk.”

“i’m fine, anyways i have a question.”

“ok,” he gulped, “what’s up.”

with your answer you pulled his head closer to you own, lining your lips up right next to his ear, “do you think it’s fair that my ex gets to fuck someone tonight and i don’t?”

as you finished your sentence you could feel ethan’s breath hitch in his throat, it made you smile. you moved his head back in front of you so you were face to face once again.

“is it?,” you reiterated

ethan quickly shook his head no, unable to speak. with your hands still on his neck you moved his head closer to you once again but this time your lips were only an inch away.

“i couldn’t hear you pretty boy, i said do you think it’s fair that i don’t get fucked tonight.”

“n-no,” he answered quickly.

“great, glad to know we’re on the same page,” you said quickly as you brought his lips to yours and kissed him.

you could tell he was shocked by the suddenness of the kiss because his lips were kind of stiff but moments later they melted into the kiss. you led the kiss, poking your tongue past his lips to entangle his tongue with your own, and with this you could hear his moans. it was music to your ears. without breaking the kiss you moved to straddle his waist, as his hands fell to your own, lowering yourself on his clothed length that was hardening by the second. this pressure caused him to let out a grunt into the kiss as he bucked his hips, hitting your center. you tangled your hands with the curly hair at the nape of his neck, yanking it back towards the headboard, separating the kiss so you were looking in each other’s eyes. both of you were breathing heavily, ethan’s lips all pink and swollen from your kissing, fuck he was so hot. breathless he looked up at you while you took off your vest to reveal yourself in a white shirt that you’d spilled on earlier at the party. with no bra on your nipples were exposed through the fabric and you think ethan may have died right then and there.

he began to move his hands from your waist up the sides of your body until they rested right next to your tits. he looked at you as he slowly took one hand to grope one of them. you bit your lip at this feeling, as his hands were both rough and soft as he kneaded your tit. watching you still he swiped his thumb across your clothed nipple earning a lustful reaction. you moaned and muttered curses under your breath, with you head rolling back. he took this as encouragement to continue. he resumed with both hands massaging and kneading your tits, twisting and pinching your nipples now and then. all this made your core ache as you felt the wetness pooling between your legs, you rolled your hips against ethan’s dick chasing some sort of friction. you took your top off and laid your tits bare to him. and he took this opportunity to latch his lips to one of your nipples, nibbling and swirling his tongue around it while still playing with the other. your body jolted at this sudden rush of pleasure, you couldn’t keep quiet,

“oh fuck ethan,” you moaned as he licked you nipple.

breaking his contact with your tit you bring his face to yours once again and resume the kiss, the rhythm much faster and fervent this time. your lips molded together perfectly with the occasional moan into the kiss as ethan still played with your nipples. you reached under his shirt, looking for bare skin to touch and you felt the ridges of his abs fuck you forgot how ripped he was. you broke the kiss to pull his shirt off his head needing to see his bare chest. after it was off he leaned forward to reconnect your lips but you pushed him back,

“my turn.”

and you leaned forward placing kisses on his neck as he moaned in response. you sucked on special spots, sure to leave a mark that’d show later. it was so hot hearing him moan under your touch, he bucked his hips as you kissed under his ear in hopes of some sort of friction. as you continued to kiss all over his body your hand trailed to the waistband of his sweatpants, tracing his v-line into the article of clothing. you palmed his clothed length feeling him jolt underneath your touch,

“oh oh my god,” he breathlessly moaned unable to come up with any other words.

suddenly you felt his hand creep under your skirt and onto your own bundle of nerves, massaging the mound through your panties.

“oh ethan,” you moaned

wanting to touch more of him you reached your hand into his joggers until his own grabbed your wrist and stopped you. confused you looked up at him tilting your head slightly.

“umm,” he muttered quietly, “i-i wanna do you first.”

with his hand still on your heat he began to rub over your clothed center once again. you hummed in agreement as his fingers sent shocks through your body. you soon reconnected the kiss, wanting to feel him on your lips as he played with your pussy. you felt him drag your panties to the side, exposing your bare cunt directly to his fingers. this new feeling caused you to jolt up but you felt his other hand on your waist holding you down. he swiped his finger through your arousal and around your entrance until he dipped his middle finger into the hole, burying it deep inside you. you loudly gasped, pulling away from the kiss as you jolted up a bit.

“oh my god, did that hurt, i’m so sorry, shouldn’t have done that,” ethan rambled

he began to remove his hand from your cunt until you stopped him.

“don’t fucking move.”

you pushed yourself back down onto his finger, moaning the entire way down. he watched as you squirmed on top of his hand until he was fully inside you again.

“pretty boy please move your finger,” you teased.

ethan quickly snapped out of his daze and began to finger you slowly, curling his finger so he was pressing on the bundle of nerves that had built up over this time.

“another…” you spoke breathlessly, “another finger.”

he obliged sliding his ring finger into you, the new pressure began to spur you towards the edge but there’s something you still needed.

practically fucking yourself on his fingers you whined, “faster ethan, you need to go faster. you’re not gonna hurt me.”

and that simple ask was all it took for him to rapidly increase his pace. he immediately started to pound his fingers into you, curling them repeatedly to hit your spot.

you cried out, “fuck oh my- i’m gonna cum,” and this only spurred him on as he captured one of your tits in his mouth and violently sucked on your nipple.

and suddenly you froze, your pussy clenched around ethan’s fingers and your legs felt weak as your orgasm ripped through you. your head fell onto his chest out of exhaustion, and his fingers were still inside you through your high as you clenched violently around them. you kissed him softly, a bit tired after your insane orgasm. slowly you pulled his hand out from under you, gasping at the loss of his fingers inside of you. you placed his middle and ring finger inside your mouth, swirling your tongue around them, cleaning them of your arousal. he looked at you, mouth wrapped around his fingers and felt a twitch in his pants. he breathed heavily as you pulled yourself off of his fingers and he pulled you in for a kiss, tasting you on your own tongue. as you made out you moved your hand once again to palm his clothed dick but wasted no time reaching into his pants. you felt his bare length, veins bulging as you felt his tip was already leaking insane amounts of precum. he shuddered viciously into the kiss under your touch.

“you’re big pretty boy,” you whispered into his ear as you swiped your finger over his slit that was leaking precum.

“oh my god,” he started as you began to move your hand up and down his shaft slowly. he roughly groaned, shifting on the bed as you began to speed up. you watched him intently with his eyes screwed shut and heavy breathing. you spit down between the two of you, onto his cock so your hand would glide better on his skin. this unfamiliar feeling caused ethan to buck his hips, fucking himself into your hand.

“oh fuck i’m gonna- oh my god,” he groaned as he finished in your hand, eyes screwed shut and his dick twitching as he shot out loads of cum onto your stomach. you kept pumping him through his orgasm until he was whimpering and letting out a string of profanities under his breath.

he didn’t even know how hot he was, sitting there violently moaning as he came all over you, god you needed him. as he opened his eyes, you grabbed his face and placed a couple pecks to his lips.

“you’re cute when you cum pretty boy,” you said to him, making him turn red immediately.

you pulled him closer to you and kissed him thoroughly once again until you both heard a violent knock on the door, causing you both to jump.

“ethan are you in there, it’s chad we gotta go, her ex pissed her off and we can’t find her,” spoke the voice.

ethan looked at you and responded still out of breath, “ok yea i’ll be out in a second, just gimme a minute.”

“alright,” chad responded.

as his footsteps faded away before getting off ethan’s lap you whispered to him, “you owe me a fuck.”

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thoughtsfromlayla · 1 month

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26 Ways of Taking You: A for Aphrodisiac

Summary: On a quest to save your little brother, you and your fated companion Dream of the Endless, run into a small problem in Aphrodite's Temple.

Notes: ~2.2k words, GUYS! I finally wrote a fic that wasn't below 500 or above 5,000 words, it just doesn't need any random side characters... or a definitive plot.

Warnings: MDNI - 18+, dubious consent, sex pollen, aphrodisiac (duh), porn without plot, unprotected sex (get tested yearly guys), P in V, no foreplay just straight fucking, Dream is a red flag but he's my red flag. I am willing to die on that hill.

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“A temple of Aphrodite?” You question as you walk through the marbled entrance. The overwhelming smell of roses fills your senses and the honks of swans disappear as you cross into the building.

Morpheus follows closely behind. The drizzle of rain seemingly bounces off his coat and hair leaving him dry like the Sahara. On the other hand, you, the poor human with no otherworldly affiliations, were soaked to the bone. Your light jacket and sundress stuck to your skin until it became itchy and you quickly take off your jacket to dry easier in the momentary shelter.

You miss the way Morpheus stares at your exposed shoulders and legs. His eyes run up and down your body, to the way the dress sticks to you like a second skin.

“Aphrodite loved Ares, unlike her vowed husband. But such is the game of gods.” Morpheus explains and peels his eyes away from you.

You lean on a large pillar that supports a large brazier, one of many others. The heat helps you warm up and the shivers slowly leave your body as it dries your clothes.

“So, Ares is… here?” You say without much confidence.

When the fates set you out on this quest to find your brother, you hadn’t even packed your lunch yet. They just threw you to the wind and then gave you Morpheus as a guide. As for him, it was so “He could get out of the house more” as his older sister has explained it to you.

So, here you were, soaked in summer rain and sharing conversation with Dream of the Endless on a quest to find your kidnapped brother - all of which happened since this morning. The everything bagel and cream cheese you had for breakfast sat uncomfortably in your stomach, the same stomach that was screaming at you to eat something as your journey had left you to skip the midday meal.

“Ares is behind this gate created by Aphrodite,” Dream sighs as if he were spelling out the obvious. “Yes, it is a possibility.”

You simply roll your eyes. For someone who is almost infinitely older than you, he certainly didn’t act like it. Feeling warmer and dry you started exploring the temple, running your fingers across the divots in the carved stone much like the climbing ivy that decorated the walls.

At the end of the temple stood a magnificent statue of Aphrodite herself, wrapped in cloth and her hair flowing in the wind. Beneath her pedestal, you could make out a rectangular outline made out of large roses.

“Hey! The door!” You exclaim in excitement. As much as you hate to admit it, Morpheus was right. He usually was right but you’d rather keep that comment to yourself, in case the ego inflates any more of his head and he drifts off. Which, would unfortunately leave you on your own to solve these puzzles.

Morpheus appears behind you, peering over your shoulder at the door.

“Seems like a hidden mechanism. It would be wise to not touc-”

You press your palm onto the center of the door and it gives away to the pressure of it.

“You fool!” Morpheus seethes out and you tense.

It seems like a trap, now that you think about it. With bated breath you wait, slowly inching yourself closer to Morpheus in hopes that the King of Dreams may be able to protect you if something were to go wrong.

Yet, nothing.

The door slides back into place, the sound of marble against marble scraping against each other in the otherwise completely quiet sanctuary. The quiet atmosphere stays peaceful for a few seconds but ends when a yelp escapes you when the roses suddenly go into full bloom, the petals giving a “floosh” right in your face, its sweet pollen dusting both of your bodies. You stare wide-eyed at it waiting for anything else to happen. When nothing did, you let out a sigh of relief and turn to Dream with a smile.

“See, nothing to worry about.” You shrug with your palms facing upwards. The two of you stare back as a golden engraving appears on the door.

“One from two, enter together.” You read out loud while trying to dust off the shimmering pollen, sneezing when some enter your nose instead.

Great, a riddle but nothing comes to your mind as you think. Morpheus glares at you still and his eyes drift down to the palm that touched the door.

“Your hand is glowing,” He states.

You look down at your open palm and panic. The skin is bright pink and as Morpheus has stated, glowing. You scream at your hand and shake it aggressively. When the glowing still doesn’t reside you scream again and face the palm towards Morpheus’ face and shake it aggressively to grab his attention.

“Enough,” He commands and grabs your wrist. The grip is stern but it doesn’t hurt and the warmth of his skin calms you down.

It is now that you realize that the skin doesn’t actually hurt. There’s no burning sensation or pins or needles, nothing. Morpheus takes a closer look at your hand and you can feel the exhale of his breath fanning your palm. It tickles and you try to pull away, but his grip doesn’t relent.

“What? Do you see something?” You ask, your other hand is clenched in on itself as a way of grounding yourself.

Morpheus doesn’t entertain you with an answer and instead brings his face closer. A sound that you didn’t know you could produce comes out from your throat as you feel the warm, slick feeling of his tongue on your palm.

“Wha..mm” Your words fall short and he licks again and a whimper leaves your lips. You look up at him, his eyes are closed as he inhales deeply.

He brings your hand to his cheek and leans into it. When you release your hand and he lets you, you see that your glowing mark has smeared to his cheek. You come in closer, nervous about marking the Endless but he stops you again. He peers at you, all silver gone from his eyes and instead blown pupils pull you deep into their voids.

His hands find themselves around your waist and you place your hands on his chest to stop him from invading any more of your space. It doesn’t and he advances still. His brooding act doesn’t help with voicing whatever he could possibly be thinking.

“Hey, what’s gotten into you,” You release a moan at the end when he presses his nose to the junction of your neck. The hot breath released from his mouth had your lower regions start to grow hot and slick.

When his tongue licks the length of your neck, your fingers grasp desperately at the lapels of his jacket, holding on tight as your knee buckle beneath you. Morpheus smelled like grass after a summer thunderstorm and he stood sturdy like an old oak tree.

You whisper his name and his grip tightens more, bruising and unforgiving.

He groans into your neck. “Aphrodisiac.”

Of course, Aphrodisiac, named after the goddess Aphrodite, the very goddess you are trying to please and solve her riddle. The thought crosses your mind momentarily but it is quickly cut short by Morpheus’ continued administration. The pink stain spreads further on Morpheus, anywhere and everywhere you touch him. Your cheek was pink as well, where he touched yours and markings of his tongue glowed pink as he continued his kisses down your neck and across your collarbone.

“Oh, gods,” You moan into his hair as he dives deeper towards your chest. Your body is turning hot and you can’t tell if it’s just the aphrodisiac or the way he is touching you. Perhaps it’s neither, perhaps it’s both. Either way, you can’t stop the sounds that escape your lips.

He presses forward and you step back until your back hits the pedestal and Morpheus’ large frame follows, trapping you between a rock and a harder place. You can feel his erection pressing against your stomach, hot and heavy and begging to be released.

With restraint, Morpheus pulls back and pants into your neck. Your own breath was ragged, your tongue felt heavy when you speak.

“Please,” You whisper, your hands travel down his chest, pink smearing along his black shirt, and cup his erection.

He looks at you now, eyes peering into your soul asking you if you really did want this. You nod, not trusting your voice for a second time.

“Say it,” He commands again, his forehead pressed against yours. “Say it,” He whispers in a plea.

You tip your head up and respond with the strength you have left. “Yes,” You murmur against his lips, barely brushing yours with his own.

He seals the deal with a kiss and hands once again go to your waist. He grabs you, hoisting you up and your legs immediately wrap themselves around his lean torso. You impatiently grind your heat into his as he dips his hands below your dress line and moves your undergarments to the side.

It was rushed, it was sloppy and it was nowhere near romantic, yet you’ve never felt so much excitement. No one was near but the peering gaze of the daunting Aphrodite statue made you feel exposed. Morpheus doesn’t bother to warm you up for him and the heat of his cock presses against your cunt. He pushes forward and it stings. Tears swell in your eyes at the intrusion, his cock splitting you open as he sets a rhythmic pace.

“Forgive me, forgive me,” He chants into your ear but the words fly in one ear and out the other. The pleasure the Dream Lord was giving you more important and present in your mind.

Your hand reaches into his hair and grabs onto his roots. A groan sings from his throat and you can’t help it when your lips connect to his Adam’s apple. You leave bruising kisses along his neck and continuously feel the vibrations of his moans, each one low and gritty.

Morpheus felt like he was about to lose his mind if he didn’t quickly finish the two of you off. His body felt like it was on fire and his head pounded in his skull with ideologies of fucking you until you were nothing but a pile of pleasure. When your nails grip his shoulders, he welcomes the pain and bites down on your collarbone to suppress his wanton moans.

You were too sweet for him, a type of innocence that he didn’t want to taint. Tears well up in his eyes as he realizes that he did it without him even knowing. The aphrodisiac completely consumes the two of you. He loved it, the feeling of your legs wrapped around his waist, your grip on his hair, your moans filling the space and echoing around the temple, but were not his to take.

“More, more, more,” You moan, head thrown back towards the ceiling and he couldn’t deny you the pleasure.

His thrusts become ferocious, slamming into you harder and harder until you were just a babbling mess in front of him. Your words range from his name to curses to simple pleas. The contractions of your cunt spasming around him make him falter for a moment but he presses on. When your orgasm reaches you, your scream is muffled by his open mouth kiss. His thrusts turn sloppy and uneven before he finishes as well and you feel the way his cock pulses within you. His semen drips out of your spent hole and mixes with your release on the polished marble floor.

Your body deflates as the orgasm finishes and you’re left panting and leaning on Morpheus as your thighs tremble around his waist. The door behind you opens with an ungodly scrapping sound and you look behind you. Lust was still evident in your eyes but you were pulled back to the real world again.

The aphrodisiac wore off and a blush rose high into your cheeks. You push against Morpheus’ chest not wanting to be in his space, asking him to put you down, but quickly realize that it was a bad idea when your knees buckle and you start to fall.

Morpheus grabs onto you to steady you and you murmur a thanks, too embarrassed to look at him in the eyes. The aphrodisiac has made you look at Morpheus in a different light, but there were more important matters at hand. You take one steady breath and readjust your underwear and dress, Morpheus releases his grip on your arms as you go to turn towards the open door.

Beyond the door is nothing but darkness with a slight wind blowing out towards you and the smell of metal and leather comes into your nose. Before you can go, Morpheus’ fingers wrap around your arm again.

“Should we… talk about it?” He asks in that low voice of his.

You look back at him, somehow finding the confidence to look at him in the eyes. You find that they are full of adoration and passion that it turns your eyes downwards again. You’ve heard the rumors of what it means to be the lover to Dream of the Endless. It is rainbows and butterflies, the world at the edge of your fingertips, but one wrong move, and you are cast away like you were less than nothing. You think of Nada, Queen of the First People, who is still condemned to Hell for declining his promise to make her queen of the Dreaming.

It’s too much, you have your brother to save, and there is no room to talk about love.

“Later,” You say instead. You still need his help and if the promise of ‘later’ keeps him around long enough until the end of your quest, then so be it.

“Very well. Later,” He repeats then follows you into the realm of Ares.

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daysofyellowroses · 3 months

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honey

carmen berzatto x afab!reader | 3.1k | tw: alcohol, language, and a little smut

this story is purely the result of me being due to get my period and therefore being absolutely horny as hell. apologies/you're welcome

It was late when you got back to your apartment building, later than you anticipated. Someone at work had a leaving party, and you had only planned to go for one drink but then another was put in front of you and the next thing you knew you were swaying slightly as you made your way down the hall.

Reaching into your bag, you rooted around for your keys, pulling them out with a triumphant grin. You turned the corner and raised a brow as you spotted a familiar figure sitting on the floor across from your apartment.

“Hey Carm,” You smiled, walking closer and leaning against your door. “everything okay?”

“Great,” Hey nodded, his eyes closed as he rested his head back against the wall. “Went out, had some drinks, lost my keys.”

“Damn,” You raised a brow, looking down to your own keys before looking back to Carmy. “Are you sure you lost them? Checked your pockets?”

“Of course,” Carmy murmured, resting his arms over his knees. “Can't believe I lost them, I'm such an idiot.”

You smiled as you folded your arms, tilting your head. “You're not an idiot, you're just drunk. We've all been there.”

“Not all of us,” Carmy sighed, slowly opening his eyes as he gestured to you. “This wouldn't happen to you. You're a proper adult, I'm just three kids in a fucking trench coat.”

You laughed at how serious he sounded, shaking your head.

“Don't be so dramatic. You're a proper adult, and like proper adults you do stupid shit sometimes. Now get up.”

“Nah,” Carmy waved his hand, closing his eyes and spreading his legs on the floor. “I gotta get comfortable here, I'll call cousin in the morning, he's got keys.”

“Stop being such a drama queen,” You grinned, walking closer to him and holding out your hand. You closed your eyes for a moment as the hallway started to spin, taking a deep breath.

“You're sleeping on my couch,” You smiled, slowly opening your eyes and looking down to Carmy. “No arguments.”

“Isn't it usually..the opposite?” Carmy mused, looking up at you through his lashes. “Arguments lead to sleeping on the couch..”

You laughed softly as you shook your head.

“Does it matter? Just get up, I need some water.”

After a few minutes, Carm finally got to his feet, standing still for a moment and rubbing his forehead.

“Fuck..this is why I don't drink much. Can't handle it.”

“You're doing fine so far,” You smiled, gently taking his arm. “You just need some water and sleep.”

Getting the key to your apartment, you opened the door and held it open for Carm to follow you inside.

“The couch is just down there,” You pointed down the small hallway. “Go lay down, I'll get you a blanket.”

“Alright, ‘m going.” Carmy nodded, making his way down the hall, swaying a little.

You went into the kitchen, setting your bag down on the counter and taking a deep breath. Not drunk, but not not drunk.

After a moment you filled a glass with water and took it into the living room, setting it on the coffee table. Carmy was sitting on the couch, his head in his hands as he groaned softly.

You slipped into your bedroom and took the blanket off the end of your bed, folding it and grabbing one off the bigger cushions to place on top of it. As much as your bed was screaming your name, you left the room and headed back to the living room.

“How are you feeling?” You asked as you placed the cushion on one end of the couch.

“Can't lie, not great,” Carmy sighed, rubbing his hand over his face before leaning forward to grab the glass of water from the coffee table. “you're a fucking saint doing all this..how'd I get so lucky?”

You smiled to yourself as you placed the blanket down beside Carmy and sat on the coffee table, watching him for a moment.

“Because I happened to get your mail by mistake that one time and when I learned you were the chef at my favorite restaurant I had to get in good with you. That's how.”

“Right,” Carmy nodded, smiling a little as he tapped the glass with his finger. “Well I really appreciate this. I would say I would do this for you but you wouldn't be stupid enough to lose your keys.”

“I admire your faith in me,” You raised a brow, resting your hand on the table. “I've lost my keys so many times I'm basically paying rent on an empty apartment.”

“Nah,” Carmy smiled a little, looking over to you. “You're perfect, I just know it.”

“I wish my perfection would reveal itself to me then,” You grinned, lightly rubbing your jaw. “I'm yet to find it.”

Carmy laughed a little, taking a sip of water before leaning forward to place the glass by your thigh.

“I see it,” He murmured softly, looking up to you. “you're beautiful, you're smart, you got your head screwed on, you have a home, a real life..that's pretty perfect to me.”

“Okay,” You nod, trying not to smile too much before looking up. You took a deep breath before looking back at Carmy. “I'm ‘perfect’, what are you then?”

“I'm a fucking mess,” He sighed, pushing his hand through his have as he sat back. “I don't know what I'm doing. I just see constant fires and smoke and think I'm about to have a heart attack any moment.”

You fought past your tipsy and tired state, taking a deep breath as you leaned forward and rested your hands on your knees.

“And what else?”

“And..I don't know,” Carmy murmured, looking down at himself. “I feel like I'm just floating along above my body but also like I'm so in it, you know? I can't stop anything but I feel it happening. I feel like I'm letting everyone down.”

“And who is everyone?” You asked, keeping your tone gentle.

“Everyone,” Carm repeated, looking off into the distance. “Syd. Cousin. Sug..everyone. They all know what they're doing, and I just drift along trying to keep it all together..maybe I'm just holding them back.”

“Don't be stupid,” You smiled softly, placing your hand on Carmy's knee. “you are not holding anybody back, you are not letting anybody down. If you were, they wouldn't stick around, not if they have any sense.”

Carm was quiet for a moment, nodding slowly before he looked at you.

“How can you be so sure?”

He sounded worried, like a scared child. You gently stroked his knee, giving him a smile.

“Because I can be. You're doing something new and exciting, people always want to be part of that. You're an excellent chef, and even if you don't think you know what you're doing, you do. Just get out of your own way.”

Carmy leaned forward slowly, his face close to yours, the scent of cigarettes and aftershave making your heart race.

“Get out of my own way,” He murmured softly, his gaze fixed on you. “I’m gonna try to remember that..”

He glanced down to your lips and back to your eyes, your breathing growing shallow.

“You know what else you can do for me?” You smiled, getting up to lean in and whisper in Carmy's ear. “Get some sleep.”

You pressed a soft kiss to his cheek before standing up and gesturing to the blanket on the couch beside him.

“Sweet dreams.”

Once you were safely ensconced back in your room, laying in bed, you couldn't relax. All your body wanted was sleep, but your mind couldn't get off Carmy. The way he opened up to you, the way he looked at you, the knowledge that he was on the other side of the wall. It was too much for your brain to process, and your body pushed past the tiredness to send a surge of heat between your legs.

Turning onto your side, your hand flew out to open the nightstand, scrambling around in the drawer until your fingers grasped your vibrator. It was quickly taken from the drawer and you were soon on your back feeling much more relaxed.

As you felt the build up hit you, you let out a moan, closing your eyes as your free hand grabbed the pillow. You thought about Carmy bending you over the counter in the restaurant, his hand around your neck as he fucked you.

“Fuck,” You moaned as you felt close to the edge, ready to fall off. “Oh..fuck..Carm..”

“Oh, shit,”

Your eyes flew open as you heard the familiar voice, looking over to your door and finding Carmy standing in the doorway, one hand still on the door handle.

“Sorry, thought this was the..”

You scrambled to turn off your vibrator, shoving it aside and willing the floor to crumble away and take you with it.

“Thought this was the..bathroom,” Carmy murmured, rubbing his jaw before clearing his throat. “Sorry..sorry.”

He closed the door before you could speak, leaving you alone once more. How long had he been standing there? Did it matter when it was obvious what you'd done? Been in the middle of doing?

How the hell did that look, ‘tell me about your problems then I'll go and think about you fucking me while I masturbate’?

You groaned as you slapped your hand over your eyes, cursing yourself over and over til you fell asleep.

In the morning, Carmy was nowhere to be seen. The blanket and pillow were on the couch, perfectly folded. You went straight into the shower, trying to forget the previous night. Carm had been hammered, he wouldn't remember it, you hoped. It was playing over and over in your head, a constant loop of embarrassment.

You spent the morning as usual, unable to shift the uncomfortable feeling twisting your stomach into knots. After going out to run some errands, you stopped yourself knocking on Carmy's door when you got back home, telling yourself that he most likely wasn't home, and even if he was, what could you say? Sorry you maybe caught me moaning your name after you told me about your trauma?

Escaping into your apartment before you could make a further fool of yourself, you tried to focus on having a nice, relaxing evening. Cleaned your entire apartment, organized your wardrobe, made a nice dinner, put on a face mask, could not get the image of Carmy standing in the doorway from your mind.

When you were laying on the couch watching a movie later in the evening, you were surprised to get a knock on the door. You quickly checked your phone in case you'd forgotten plans with a friend, but there was nothing. Getting up, you smoothed out the sweater you were wearing, walking to the door and opening it.

“Oh,” You raised a brow as you spotted Carmy standing on the other side, his hands behind his back. “Hi.”

“Hi,” He nodded, clearing his throat before moving his arm and presenting you with a bouquet of flowers, a slight white mark on the green packaging where the price sticker had been ripped off. They were beautiful. “I wanted to say thank you for letting me stay last night.”

“Well this is certainly a way to do it,” You raised a brow, accepting the flowers with a smile. “Thank you..I don't think anyone has ever brought me flowers before..I love them.”

“Least I could do,” Carmy shrugged, lightly rubbing his neck. “I hope I wasn't too bad of a guest? I tend to talk a little too much when I'm drunk.”

“You..no, no you were fine,” You nodded, feeling relieved that Carm didn't seem to remember the previous night but also feeling a little disappointed, strangely. “Don't worry.”

“Okay, good,” Carmy nodded with a small smile. “I promise it won't happen again, I wouldn't want you thinking I'm totally useless.”

“As if I think that,” You rolled your eyes with a smile. “Happens to the best of us.”

You glanced down to the flowers before looking back at Carmy, your stomach tightening a little.

“I should put these in some water, do you..do you want to come in for a drink or something?”

Carmy nodded after a moment, stepping inside and closing the door behind him, your heart beating faster. You walked into the kitchen, feeling very aware of Carm's presence.

“Please feel free to raid the refrigerator,” You smiled as you set the flowers on the counter. “I'll dig out a vase for these.”

You were sure Carmy was watching you as you rooted through the cabinets, the air feeling thick and heavy.

“Found one,” You smiled, carefully pulling a clear vase down from a top cabinet and taking it to the sink. “Knew I had one somewhere.”

“Can I ask you something?” Carmy asked, and you closed your eyes for a moment as you nodded.

“Sure,” You replied, slowly opening your eyes and running the water into the vase. “What's up?”

“Last night,” Carmy continued, his voice sounding closer. “I don't know if I just imagined it but..I could swear I heard something, coming from your bedroom.”

“Last night?” You repeated, turning off the faucet and lifting the vase onto the counter. “I don't really remember, I was a little tipsy.”

“Yeah,” Carmy nodded. “I'm probably just..misremembering things. Forget I even said anything.”

You glanced over your shoulder as you watched him go to the refrigerator, taking out a diet soda and looking at the can. You looked back to the flowers, opening a drawer underneath the counter and taking out a pair of scissors.

“There's something else I need to apologize for.”

“Oh yeah?” You raised a brow, cutting open the packing on the bouquet and laying it flat on the counter. “What did you do?”

“More like..what did I not do.”

His voice was close. You could smell cigarettes and aftershave and clean laundry.

“What didn't you do?” You asked, picking up one of the flowers and cutting the stem. Your hand trembled slightly as you felt a hand on your waist, breath tickling your neck.

“I didn't help you,” Carmy murmured softly, his hand snaking around your waist as you closed your eyes and tried to remember to breathe. This side of Carmy had been hidden to you but now that he was revealing it..you loved it.

“I know you were calling my name..thinking of me..and I just left you there, alone.”

“I..I don't know what you mean,” You murmured softly, your voice sounding thick. “I..fuck,”

You dropped the scissors onto the counter as Carmy kissed your neck slowly, his lips finding your sweet spot.

“You..you heard that?”

“Every word.”

You opened your eyes slowly as Carmy's hand dipped under the hem of your sweater, his lips lazily gliding along your neck.

“Why did you act like you didn't?” You asked, glancing down to him and biting your lip as his hand moved slowly along your stomach, his fingers lightly grazing your bra.

“Because it wasn't the right moment,” Carm murmured softly, his hand moving up to lightly tug down the cup of your bra. “I was drunk, you wouldn't have taken advantage of that. Even if you had the chance.”

You tried to steady your breathing as Carm swiped his thumb over your nipple, his free hand snaking around your waist and pulling you closer to him.

“What if I want to take advantage now?”

“I'm not stopping you.”

You took a deep breath, barely able to focus on anything but the throbbing ache between your legs. After a moment you moved your hand on top of his, slowly turning around and meeting Carmy's eyes.

“Get on your knees.” You breathed, heart pounding in your chest, moreso when Carm dropped down instantly, looking up at you.

You held out your leg, gesturing to your fluffy socks.

“Take these off.”

You watched as Carmy nodded, his hands moving carefully as he slowly peeled off each sock, setting them aside before looking back up at you. Part of you wanted to just push him onto his back and throw yourself on top of him immediately.

“Now these,” You gestured to your leggings. “off.”

Carmy moved closer to you, his hands moving to your waistband, eyes on yours as he slowly peeled your leggings away, helping you step out of them.

You peeled off your sweater yourself, tossing it aside and adjusting your bra, toying with the idea of taking it off before stopping yourself and looking down to Carmy.

“Now,” You sat up on the counter, resting your hands behind you and spreading your legs. You gripped the waistband of your panties and pulled them slightly before letting them snap back.

“Are you going to make me wait again?”

You got a growl in response, Carmy's head between your legs before you knew it. You let out a moan as he pulled your panties aside, his tongue dragging over your wet core. Your hand flew into his hair as he grabbed your thighs, fingers digging into your flesh. He was teasingly slow, the tip of his tongue darting over your clit at an agonizing pace.

“Stop being such a fucking tease,” You groaned, lightly tugging his hair.

“Please..”

You looked down and met his eyes, almost falling over the edge from the sight of him smirking at you.

“No patience, huh?” He grinned, pulling back and moving to rest his hands by your hips, the friction of his jeans on your core driving you crazy.

“I will throw you out,” You murmured, your chest rising and falling rapidly. “Don't think I won't.”

“I will think that,” Carmy smiled, moving his hand between your folds and slowly easing his finger inside you. “You wouldn't throw me out, don't even pretend.”

You closed your eyes and let out a frustrated sigh mixed with a moan as Carmy surged forward to capture your lips with his, your arms flying around his neck.

You weren't sure when he managed to unbutton his jeans but one moment you weren't filled nearly deep enough and the next moment you were crying out into his mouth.

“You gonna kick me out?” Carmy murmured against your lips, pushing into you with a forceful thrust that your eyes rolling back into your head.

“No,” You moaned, your fingers digging into Carmy's neck. “Never..”

“Knew it,” Carmy grinned, kissing you deeply as you wrapped your legs around his waist. “You're too perfect.”

#the bear #the bear 🐻#the bear fic #carmy berzatto x reader #carmen berzatto x reader #carmy berzatto x you #carmen berzatto x you #no plot whatsoever #minus plot if anything

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skeletonapricationday · 5 months

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Naughty girl

Warnings: Porn w/o plot, fem reader x nanami, deephthroating, face fucking, angry Kento, use if whore.

18+ minors dni

Nanami stared as you bent over the desk, looking for your lost pen. You had it five seconds ago, you kept swearing that up and down. It was frustrating because you were distracting him from his work.

Nanami wasn't a very sexual man. He lived to work and go home, that was it. Simple and sweet. Yet he was still a man at the end of the day. Seeing you bend over in that skirt, scrambling all around his office for your pen. It was troubling. He sighs and stands.

"If I promise to help you look will you leave my office?" He says in a gruff. His deep voice echoing off the walls.

"Yes sir-e!" You say excitedly and innocently. "I swear I used it yesterday to help you with that report. Now its missing, like missing missing." You say with a small pout. That cute quiver of your lip catching his vision. He tilts his head away, trying to ignore you.

"Why can't I just give you one of my pens?" He says exasperated.

"Because you also gave me this pen, so it's my favorite pen. No other pen will feel the same!" You shout confidently and annoyingly.

"If you like that one so much because I gave it to you, why not just let me give you a new one? You make no sense." He says logically, as always. Yet this wasn't about logic. He gave you this pen two years ago, when you finally cracked a thin layer of his hard shell. It was a sign of friendship and good faith, you were not going to give up on this.

"Because-because I want this specific pen okay." You say emrbassed. Not at all willing to admit the true reason to the logic king himself.

He nods slowly, like he wasn't going to bother arguing further. Simply scanning a bookshelf, seeing if you mistakenly placed it there. He swears to himself that the intelligent woman yesterday who helped him fill out that report is the same scatterbrain currently looking for her pen. Obliviously showing her body off in several interesting positions.

You slowly get onto your hands and knees, sticking a hand under the couch. Seeing if you can feel anything underneath. When you don't you arch your hips up further to keep yourself from slipping, as you peep your head underneath. "It's dark and dusty under here. I always thought you had too much OCD to not dust under the couch." You tease playfully. Just trying to joke with the serious man, like normal.

"Shut up and stop looking under there." You here the blank reply from behind you.

"No need to get so defensive. Of course this place isn't going to be sparkly clean, you work too much. Yknow I really respect that about-" You squeak as you're cut off. Your ankle being grapped, forcibly pulled from under the couch.

"Did you not hear me the first time?" He asks, using your ankle to flip you onto your back. "Or do I have to shout." The last half is also a question, yet he says it like a statement. His voice always cold and callous, despite his actual kind nature.

You blush at how strong he was. It was juxtaposition to your strength. Enough cursed energy to be a sorcerer compared to normal humans, but so weak you had to be an assistant. "Nanami...this position is a bit...interesting?" You say softly and confused.

"And your last position wasn't?" He drops your ankle. Giving you a chance to slowly rise up, sitting on your knees emrbassed. "If you're going to wear a skirt, please be self aware." He states simply.

Wait, what did he mean by that. Suddenly your whole face flushes, realizing you've been flaunting your ass. Basically putting yourself on display.

Nanami clears his throat, surprisingly loosening his tie a bit. Rubbing the side of his face annoyed and...flushed.

"Look I'm sorry...I just didn't think about it." You say shyly, biting your bottom lip. As much as you dreamed of Nanami lustfully gazing at your backside, you never meant to accidently do it. In your fantasy it was always purposful, taking advantage of his cold demeanor by turning him on. This was not a fantasy, you're right in front of him.

He stares down at you and sighs. "Come on, up off your knees." He says softly. That sentence makes you discretly clench your thighs. Imagining those words in a different scenario. You look at his offered hand and take it, slowly standing with his help.

"You didn't do it on purpose, it's okay." He's say in a coo, almost like he felt bad.

"What if I did?" You ask, surprising even yourself. You didn't do this on purpose, why did you say that? More importantly, why didn't you stop yourself?

"What?" You hear by your side. Looking at his stern face. Waiting for digust to roll in, hell maybe he'll even shout. Tell you to get out of his office, even worse maybe fire you.

Suddenly he laughs. Gripping onto the side of his desk...laughing. "You have alot of nerve." He says walking over to you. Raising a hand to your face. You expect the sting of a slap, but instead he squishes your cheeks together. "Cause then I'd call you an attention seeking whore." He tsks his tongue and smiles. An annoyed grin, faux politeness despite his harsh words.

"I-uhm- sorry I didn't really mean-" The pressure of his grip grows. Stopping you mid sentence.

"I won't hear any of your excuses." He pushes you against his desk, the table digging into the back of your thighs. A small patch of arousal staining your underwear. "In fact I'll reward you."

"What?" You say confused, knitting your brows. He lets out a small cold huff. Slipping his hand from your chin to down your throat. Softly rubbing the side of your neck.

"If your goal was to provoke me- it worked." His other free hand grabs yours. Pressing it against his thigh. You feel his hot throbbing length struggling not to reveal itself. "Do you know how hard it is trying to keep my dick tucked while helping you look around?" He coos to you. His fingers wrap around yours, causing you to the feel the entirety of his girth. "C'mon don't be shy now."

"Is that really...wow." You say breathlessly. The huge thing in your hand really was his cock. Straining against his professional trousers. "Why didn't you say anything?" You say softly. Gripping it curiously with your fingers, earning a soft groan from him.

"Its not exactly professional to hit on your assistant...also a tad too clichéd." He replies honestly. Running the hand on your neck down to your skirt. Flipping it up and letting out a soft pleased sigh. "I'm not one for business and pleasure but, this damned skirt." He chuckles softly. Rubbing your left thigh, watching it jiggle in response. "God it gets me rock hard."

You shiver at his touch. His hands warm against your thigh, but the heat of your aching cunt is hotter. "Nanami..." You whisper his name out softly.

He tsks his tongue in response. "I got my hand up your skirt, call me Kento." He leans in and kisses your neck softly, nibbling at the soft flesh. His hot breath sending goosebumps. "Kay'?" He whispers into your ear.

You nod softly. Letting out small sounds of pleasure as his lips travel across your throat. "Kento please your hand...it can go further than my thigh."You squeak out. Hoping the muscular man gets the message.

"Oh I know...but you've been naughty. Why would I give you what you want?" He coos backing away from you. Even pulling your hand away from his dick. "It be more punishing to leave you a dripping wet needy mess." He says with a smirk. A thing you never expected to see on his face. The pure unbridled joy he has in teasing you. Getting revenge for your two years of oblivious actions.

He smiles at you and sits back down in his desk chair. Going back to reviewing his documents despite your whines of protest. "Kento please.." You say walking behind his chair. Wrapping your arms around him, hands splayed across his chest. Rubbing the hard planes of muscle. "I don't even have to feel good, I just wanna feel you." You tempt into his ear. Kissing underneath it. He huff in response and expertly pulls your hands off his chest.

"I'd stop now. Bad girls get punished." He speaks sternly. Not at all humoring you. You don't listen and walk to the front of his chair, dropping to your knees, rubbing your face against his thigh. He finally lets go of his document. "Do you really want it that bad?" He coos softly. Like a false sense of security.

You nod against his thigh, looking up at him with a lust addled gaze. He gives you an evil smile, one that sends shivers down your spine. He undoes his belt buckle, tugging his pants and boxers to free himself. His huge length standing proudly at attention. "Go on pretty girl." He says brushing his thumb across your bottom lip. "Give it a taste." He says smiling.

You listen excitedly. Falling right into his trap as your lips curl around his cock. Slowly bobbing your head down after swirling your tongue around his tip. A pleasnt salty bead of precum meeting your tongue. You can only fit half of him in your mouth, even without a gag reflex the pure girth was already stretching your jaw. He throws his head back and groans. "Finally...a way to shut you up." He says happily, almost relaxed.

His hand curls into your hair, gripping it at the base. Successfully pulling your hair out of your way. A part of you was about to mention how sweet it was until. He grips hard and slams your head down, painfully making you take the rest of him down your throat. Your nose pressed against the soft curls of his pubes. A small surprised gag leaves your lips. "Oh darling don't you remember. You've been naughty, and naughty girls get what?" He asks you. He looks down at you amused for a second. Using his hand to pull you up and down on him. Small tears pricking the corners of your eyes. "I forgot, can't talk with your mouth full can you?" He laughs and groans. The two sounds like music to your ears.

This was gonna be a harsh night.

#x reader #nanami kento #jjk nanami #nanami x reader #nanami x you #no use of y/n #jjk #jjk x reader #jjk x reader smut #jjk smut #smut #fanfiction #fanfic #jjk fanfic #no plot whatsoever #no plot to be found #lime #lemon

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inlovewithgreta · 11 months

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Lovers — Larissa Weems x Morticia Addams x Fem!Reader

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Synopsis: You get caught pleasuring yourself alone without telling the two women in your life, and in return, you get a punishment that is full of pleasure.

Warnings: Praise, degradation, mommy kink, spanking, edging, squirting, marking, cunnilingus, fingering, overstimulation, etc…

Word Count: 4.6k

a/n: if you would like to be part of my taglist, do let me know! I’m so excited to post this oneshot, I’ve never done anything with three people before so this is a first for me. I hope you lovelies enjoy and have an amazing day! ♡

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Today was a quiet day in the mansion. Staff was gone for the weekend, Larissa was at work, Morticia was reading in the library, and you were in the bedroom. You had told Morticia you were lying down for a nap, but that was not the case whatsoever.

Your mind had been having dirty thoughts. Dirtier than usual. The two women in your life have been doing other things, leaving you completely touch starved. It had been what felt like ages since either of them had laid a finger on you, and the heat rising between your legs was far too much to ignore any longer.

Grabbing the small bullet from your nightstand, you rested your head back against the silk pillowcase as you dragged the now vibrating toy down your naked body.

First, you toyed with your erect nipples, circling the buzzing toy across your chest, allowing each vibration to go straight to your core. You were already a moaning mess before you even reached your center.

Your legs were spread as far open as possible, the cold air along your dampened cunt creating goosebumps along your bare skin. Small whimpers were quick to fly out of your mouth, the sweet touch from the bullet sending you straight into complete bliss.

You were too focused on the pleasure to realize how loud your moans actually became. She couldn't tell exactly what it was, but the more intently she listened, the faster it was for her to figure out what it was.

You.

Moaning her name.

Morticia set her book aside, marking her spot for a later read, and lifted a high brow when she heard you moan once more. She quietly walked down the hallway, keeping her movements slow and steady to avoid the loud clicking from her heels.

As she reached the doorway, her eyes dilated at the unexpected sight before her. She eyed your naked body sprawled out in the middle of the grand bed. Legs were spread, back was arched, and a little black bullet sat between your legs.

"What a naughty little thing," She folded her arms across her chest. A loud gasp left your mouth at her sudden words, heat rushing straight to your cheeks from embarrassment. You weren't expecting Morticia to catch you in the act.

"Couldn't even bother to tell me? Tsk tsk." She clicked her tongue and shook her head disapprovingly, taking the few steps towards the bed.

You attempted to pull the toy from between your legs but Morticia had other plans, stopping your wrist with a stern grip.

"Don't go shy on me now, y/n. Finish. After all, you couldn't wait for me." She let go, placing both hands on her hips and gazing down at you with dark eyes. "Go on." She flicked her eyes to between your thighs.

You gulped, turning the toy back on and placing it back between your legs with a quiet whimper. As you began to pleasure yourself, Morticia slid her hands behind her back, slowly pulling the zipper from her dress down her back. The fabric dropped softly to the floor, revealing a black laced lingerie set that hugged her hourglass figure perfectly.

"I can't—" You shook your head, the pressure from her heated gaze making it harder for you to find your release. Under any other circumstance, it would take a mere second for you to finish, but Morticia was always the one doing it for you, not just watching you intently with a stoic face.

"You can. You will." She kicked her heels off.

"Please," You pleaded, salty tears steadily falling down your cheeks. You needed her. Needed her touch. "I-I can't!" You whimpered once more.

"So pathetic. My needy slut is desperate enough to touch herself but not enough to come."

Morticia crawled onto the bed, immediately taking the small bullet from your hands and holding it tightly in her own. She flipped her long raven locks behind her back before dipping her face between your thighs.

"Can't even finish yourself off without me," The toy presses roughly against your clit, causing your breath to hitch, "We're going to have to work on that one." Her dark eyes look up at yours before flicking down to your glistening cunt.

"It's too bad, you know," She lowered her upper body down to the mattress, arching her back, and forcing her barely clothed ass into the air. "Now mommy is going to have to destroy this little pussy of yours until I have you begging for mercy."

Her lips attached to your inner thighs, before trailing towards your center and licking a strip up your folds. Moans were quick to escape your throat as she pleasures you by both her mouth and the toy pressing against your sensitive bud.

"F-fuck!" Your chest heaved at a familiar knot forming in your abdomen. Hands gripped at the emerald green duvet below you, knuckles turning white at your rough grip. Morticia could feel you trembling, your body quivering at your close release.

"That's it. Come for me." The raven haired woman edged you on, peppering your inner thigh with kisses before nibbling on the soft flesh, leaving fresh love bites in their wake.

With a skillful flick to your cunt, Morticia had you spiraling almost instantaneously.

"Oh, 'Tish!" Her name flew out of your mouth just as she turned the toy off and carelessly tossing it aside.

You thought she was just helping ride out your high by removing the toy, but boy were you wrong.

Morticia wasn't done just yet.

You had touched yourself without her, and couldn't even finish yourself off at her command which was unacceptable. She had taken note of how often you've listened to Larissa's demands compared to her own, and part of her grew jealous. Should she have been? No. But was she? Oh, she most definitely was.

"Oh, you thought I was stopping right there?" Her hand sternly held you down by your inner thigh at your attempts to close your legs around her. "Tsk tsk," She scoffed, "I'm not even close to being done with you yet. And when 'Riss gets home, it'll be her turn. If you want to act like a slut, you'll certainly get treated like one."

The raven-haired beauty between your legs refused to slow her movements. Her tongue ravaged your clit while she easily thrusted two fingers into your cunt.

Small whimpers echoed off the walls at the curl of her slender fingers that hit you in just the right spot, making had your brain go empty.

"What's the matter, baby? No more screaming my name? We can't have that, now can we?" Her thrusts only grew faster as she watched your every move from just her pleasuring you.

The two of you were too lost in your sex world to hear the front door open and close at the entrance of your luxurious home. Larissa arrived earlier than expected, work going by quicker than she anticipated.

You crying out from your second orgasm had caught Larissa's attention when she took her coat off, her head snapping towards the opened bedroom door on the second floor.

"There it is." Morticia smirked, "I love it when my little whore screams for me. Don't go silent on me now." Tears fell down your face, coating the pillowcase beneath your head when her movements refused to slow.

"Please—" You pleaded, voice barely above a whisper.

Her hand ached from the constant thrusting, but she refused to let it show. She was one to always keep to her word. She wanted to see you like this. She loved to see you like this. Weak before her, begging for her.

"I can't take anymore!" The pressure only kept building and building inside you, the uncomfortableness from your third orgasm slowly creeping up on you. "Tish I—" A throaty moan forced its way out when the older woman slid a third finger inside you, completely stretching out your walls.

"Your moans say otherwise, dearie." Morticia raised a high brow at the arching of your back.

Larissa had heard every moan, every word leaving both yours and Morticia's mouth as she made her way up the grand stairs and down the hallway leading to your shared chambers.

She had swiftly unclasped her tight updo, letting her long platinum hair fall down her back. Buttons flew to the ground as she grew too impatient to undo each hole of her blouse.

Larissa lowly hummed at the sight before her blue eyes. She was quick to drop her blouse to the floor, along with tugging at her skirt to slide it down past her thick legs to fall to the floor.

She wouldn't dare miss this opportunity to join in on your festivities. After all, Larissa thrived off being the completely opposite of Morticia in bed. While the raven haired woman was the more dirty-talking and dominant one, Larissa liked to be the praising one that kept you on edge and begging deliciously.

Her eyes flew from your naked figure whose legs were spread with your hand toying with your breast, to Morticia's perfectly rounded ass that hung in the air, her arousal prominently dampening the thin fabric covering her center.

"Don't worry, my love. Mommy's here." Your eyes snapped towards the tall blonde who strutted into the room unexpectedly.

Larissa didn't hesitate to join in, her hand gliding to Morticia's ass, up her spine, and into her long black locks. Fingers tucked into her hair, grabbing a small handful and gently pulling, eliciting a low moan from Morticia.

"Rissa—" You attempted to call out before a whimper cut off your words. The blonde's eyes were drawn to yours, her lips instantly making contact with your cheeks, kissing away each wet drop on your tear-stained cheek.

"You're doing so good, sweet thing. Just one more and you can take a little breather, hmm? We can't have you tiring so fast."

You nodded your head frantically, toes curling and back arching off the duvet as you came for the third time. Vision went blurry and legs shook as the blonde woman guided you through your orgasm with a gentle hand along your cheek.

"That's my good girl," Larissa cooed, wiping your hair from your sweaty forehead and giving you a sweet but passionate kiss to distract you from the twitching of your thighs.

You whimpered into the kiss when Morticia slid her fingers from you, instantly sliding them into her mouth to suck them clean with a small hum.

"Mmm, sweet indeed," The dark haired woman added, releasing her fingers with a pop, dark eyes trained on Larissa's bright blue hues. "Here, have a taste." Morticia insisted, bringing her fingers to the blonde's mouth, who accepted them without hesitation.

Larissa hummed, her left hand finding your hand and giving it an appreciative squeeze. Your eyes were trained on the two half naked women sitting in front of you. Morticia had inched towards Larissa, her hand leaving the woman's mouth to sneak between her legs.

You propped yourself on your elbows as you tried to calm your breathing, but failing to do so when Morticia gave you a knowing glance, smirking wickedly when an idea came to her head.

"You've been here not even a minute and you're already soaked through?" Morticia chuckled lowly, eyes glancing back at the blonde. "How about we put on a show for our slu—"

"Sweet girl," Larissa cut her off with a finger to her lips. "Our sweet sweet girl. . ." She trailed off, losing her train of thought when Morticia snuck a hand inside her panties. Larissa instantly moaned at the slender fingers circling her clit.

Her pale hand left yours to grab Morticia's freshly manicured hand, guiding her movements at her favorite pace.

At this godly sight, you were instantly wet once more. An almost painful heat instantly starting again.

The sight ahead of you made you seem nearly forgotten, but the heat between your legs was very much prominent. Just as you started to snake your hand towards your dripping cunt, Morticia's free hand gripped your wrist, her eyes never straying from the blonde in front of her.

"Tish, please." You begged, but your pleas never worked on her. Her grip only remained stern, keeping your hand in place, not allowing you to please yourself at the sight of her pleasuring Larissa.

The blonde quietly moaned before pulling Morticia's hand away from her cunt. "Somebody feels left out, Tish. Let her join. I want a taste of her anyways."

Reluctantly, Morticia retracted both of her hands, but a biting smirk returned to her face as she saw the plans Larissa had in store for you, lingering in her eyes.

"Don't be too easy on her Riss, this is after all a punishment."

"Ah, so that's why you two started without me." A dangerous smirk came to Larissa's face, one you know well. "So our little angel hasn't been so good today. . . What has she done?" Larissa asked the other woman, eyes curiously scanning your face.

"Was touching herself all by her lonesome. Didn't even bother to tell me. Heard her from the other room moaning like a whore."

Larissa shook her head, clicking her tongue in a disapproving manner, "You know better, darling." Larissa maneuvered her way around Morticia to switch places with her, making herself at home between your thighs.

Her body sat in the same position Morticia was just in, legs beneath her, upper body hovering over the duvet with her porcelain colored ass waving in the air.

Although your view of the woman was enough to have your arousal dripping onto the plush mattress, Morticia had the best view of all. Dark eyes wandered over the blondes smooth skin.

Larissa toyed with your thighs, pecking and nibbling at the soft flesh while Morticia traced a hand along the blonde's back, sliding a finger down her spine.

Morticia felt every inch and curve of Larissa's lower body, admiring the fine specimen that sat before her. Her lips made contact with the woman's hips, sending sweet kisses along her stretch marks that Larissa was once insecure about until the three of you got together.

You treated her like a goddess, after all, that's what she was to you. Everything about her was perfect. She was perfect, inside and out. And she appreciated every compliment, and especially every kiss to her most sacred spots.

"Rissa please," Your hips slightly bucked towards her face, begging for her to soothe the growing ache between your thighs.

"Patience, my love. You're going to need it." Larissa smirked, eyes dancing with amusement.

She knew just how much you were about to beg for her, and excitement was already coursing through her veins. Of course she was going to be more gentle than Morticia, but she was still going to give you the punishment you deserved for leaving them out of your activities.

Larissa flattened her tongue along your glistening cunt, slowly savoring every sweet taste of you. You shivered under her cool touch, hips being forced down against the mattress to avoid your overly sensitive bucking.

"Such a sweet little pussy, and all for me-" Larissa's words were cut off with a suppressed moan when Morticia slapped the blonde's ass with a piercing smack.

"Us." The raven haired woman corrected her, before soothing the immediate reddened area along Larissa's porcelain cheek.

Larissa tongue delved deep into you, bright blue eyes watching the growing tension between your knitted brows and the everlasting 'o' shape of your mouth as sounds refused to come out.

"Fuck, Rissa!" Your hand flew to her head, tugging at her long curly locks.

"Look at you, already a screaming little mess in just a mere second." Morticia teased you, fingers tucking under Larissa's panties and slowly gliding them down her thick legs to get a better view of the growing mess between the blonde's thighs. "Let's make it even louder for me, shall we? I want to hear how loud you both can be."

Morticia slid two fingers past Larissa's entrance with ease, pleasuring the tall goddess while she devoured you. Larissa's moans blended in with your own, putting a mischievous smirk along Morticia's face.

"Just like that." Her free hand rubbed the soft skin along Larissa's ass, preparing for her next move, "My two needy whores, complete moaning messes. Keep the noises coming."

Smack

Morticia used her free hand to send another sharp spank to Larissa's ass, and admiring the prominent jiggle that elicited from her smack.

You felt your release building and building, moans growing closer and closer together, giving Larissa just enough time to remove her tongue from your cunt. A whimper took place of a moan at the sudden loss of contact, and Larissa couldn't help the smirk that grew on her face.

"Didn't think I'd let you finish that easy, now did you?" She toyed, breath hitching in her throat when Morticia chuckled, suddenly curling her fingers inside the blonde.

She hit Larissa's most craved spot with each thrust, and all you could do was watch as Larissa became undone from Morticia, neediness growing more prominent now that your orgasm faded away.

"Come for me, Rissa." Morticia encouraged the blonde on just as Larissa brought her mouth back to your clit.

Moans of ecstasy got muffled as Larissa coated the other woman's fingers with her juices, her wetness dripping down Morticia's hand. Larissa's grip along your hips tightened, fingernails digging into your sensitive skin and leaving crescent shaped marks in their wake.

Morticia didn't dare stop her movements, wanting you to watch as Larissa came over and over again while you were being edged by the blonde for your punishment.

"Taking it like such a good girl," Larissa cooed, removing her tongue and replacing her pleasuring with her fingers, matching the same movements Morticia had been doing to her.

"Please—" You begged, "Let me come! I promise I won't touch myself again without you."

"I don't know, Tish. What do you think?" Larissa stopped her movements once she felt your walls tightening around her fingers. Small whimpers escaped your throat, the growing uncomfortable ache between your thighs forcing tears from your eyes.

"I say let her wait on it for a bit longer." Her devilish smirk forcing your grip along the sheets to tighten out of frustration.

"Mmm, fuck—" Larissa elicited a throaty moan.

Your head shook as you watched Larissa come for a second time, jealousy completely coursing through your veins.

Morticia sent wet kisses along Larissa's ass, gently guiding her through her orgasm. Her fingers moved from Larissa's used cunt and directly into her mouth, eliciting a small approving moan.

The scene in front of her was enough for Morticia to get off at the same time, her free hand rubbing circles along her own clit.

A shallow moan could be heard from Morticia as she came undone from her own touch. Her noise was just barely loud enough for both you and Larissa to hear, as Morticia was always the quieter one compared to you and Larissa.

Morticia then moved herself to sit next to you, legs tucked underneath her and thighs pressing together as she lifted Larissa's face, her thumb and forefinger pulling the blonde's face towards hers in a needy kiss.

Tears continued to flow, hips begging to buck and grind along Larissa's fingers as your gaze landed on the two women making out in front of you.

"Please!" You begged once more, "I'm taking your punishments so good. Just please— please let me come! I've learned my lesson!"

The two women broke from their heated kiss, both smirking towards each other at your pleas. Morticia ever so slightly nodded her head, allowing Larissa to bring her mouth to your clit and delve her fingers deeper.

Morticia slid a hand up your stomach, past your chest, and up to squeeze your cheeks, forcing your face to look at her. Her body leaned in, face only mere inches from your own, dark eyes full of nothing but lust.

"Come, my darling." Her signature red lips smashed sloppily against yours.

A familiar knot formed in your abdomen, appearing only momentarily until you finally came around Larissa's fingers with a relieved moan.

The blonde's movements slowed as she eased you through your orgasm, allowing the pleasure to last for as long as possible.

Your chest heaved, heartbeat racing as you attempted to catch your breath when Larissa stopped her movements.

"That's my good girl." Larissa smiled, wiping your release carelessly off her fingers and onto her thigh as she moved her body to sit opposite of Morticia on the other side of you.

Her hand cupped your cheek when Morticia pulled away, both of them wiping your tears away with their thumbs.

"She took her punishment so good, didn't she, Tish? Wasn't our little doll taking it like such a good girl?"

"She took it so well for us," Morticia played with one of your stray hairs. "I think she deserves a treat, Rissa."

"Oh indeed she does. Does our sweet girl want a taste of mommy?"

Morticia ran a hand down Larissa's barely clothed chest, moving the thin fabric to free Larissa's breasts from her bra. Your eyes widened at the sight before you, a bright gleam in your eye making itself prominent to the two woman before you.

"Use your words." Morticia added when she noticed your growing silence.

"Yes— God yes!"

Larissa chuckled, reaching behind her unclasp her bra, allowing the fabric to fall from her chest and out of the way.

"Lay down, Rissa." Morticia laid a hand on the blonde's bare shoulder, pushing her gently down onto the mattress. "Our beautiful and enchanting goddess."

"Let us worship you. Please." You chimed in, running your hand up her smooth leg, and stopping just before reaching her soaked cunt.

"If that's what you truly want, who am I to deny you of your desires? Be a good girl and help me finish, angel." Larissa spread her legs, giving you full access to her dripping center which you took in your mouth instantaneously.

Your tongue flicked across her sensitive bud, earning a gentle bucking of her hips. Morticia made contact with Larissa's breasts, one hand kneading while the other held a tit in her mouth, tongue swirling around the blonde's nipple.

"Mmm, just like that!" Larissa's head fell back against the duvet, eyes begging to roll to the back of her head.

Larissa hummed, her perfectly manicured hand reaching for your head to push you further against her, allowing the slight grinding of her hips against your face.

Morticia gave one last flick to Larissa's nipple before taking a moment to look at the moaning mess Larissa quickly became. A small smirk toyed at her lips when she came up with a new plan to add to the pleasure you were giving her.

The raven haired woman slid from the bed to grab the leftover bullet vibrator that she had discarded earlier, turning the toy on and bringing it to Larissa's view.

"If she gets to pleasure you, it's only fair I get to help." Morticia crawled back onto the bed, and brought the toy to Larissa's chest. The buzzing toy ran across Larissa's nipple, causing Larissa's back to arch and push her breasts harder against the vibrations.

"Tish please," Larissa's blue eyes met with Morticia's dark ones, her big doe eyes pleading.

Your eyes glanced up at Morticia with a knowing look, moving your head away from her clit, to insert two fingers deeply inside Larissa's cunt with ease. Her wetness allowed you to slide right in.

"Such a little begger. . ." Morticia teased.

Your bottom lip was pulled between your teeth at the sight of Morticia slowly drag the vibrator down Larissa's chest, past her navel, and down to her sensitive clit.

Larissa moaned loudly at the new sensation. Your free hand gripped her waist, nails dragging across her porcelain skin in a small trail that ended in her inner thighs, leaving little red marks in their wake.

"Look at her taking you so well," Morticia cooed, noticing the third finger you inserted that caused Larissa to let out a whimpering moan at the stretching of her inner walls.

Morticia moved the toy in circular motions while she brought her mouth to Larissa's neck. Red lips attached to Larissa's pulse point, sucking and nibbling at the skin, a mix of red lipstick and hickeys soon covering the blonde's neck.

"Faster, baby—" Larissa's hand gripped your wrist, picking up your thrusts to a quicker and needier pace.

The blonde's legs stilled ever so slightly, every noise coming from her mouth halting as her breath hitched. Her orgasm came barreling down at her, taking full control over her curvaceous body.

But neither you or Morticia stopped your movements.

"Yes, god yes!"

While Morticia marked up Larissa's neck, the blonde's free hand made home on her own chest, pulling her nipple between her fingers and toying with the erect bud.

Larissa's other hand only grew tighter along your scalp, hips growing frantic as she hurtled towards her next release.

"That feels so good— Fuck, don't stop!"

At her words, Morticia pressed the vibrator roughly along Larissa's clit, adding pressure to send Larissa in a daze.

Larissa moaned a long list of profanities, along with both yours and Morticia's name as she squirted against your fingers. You smirked, knowing you could still get one more out of her.

"Always making such a mess, Rissa." Morticia clicked her tongue, loving the sight of Larissa fully submitting. This was the only time Larissa was ever this submissive, and god did it turn Morticia on.

Larissa's legs shook immensely, your pace only easing up just the slightest as to not completely overstimulate her.

"Just one more, beautiful," You cooed.

The blonde's head frantically shook, moans never quieting down as her grip on your hand grew tighter. She could feel her body tighten, her legs growing stiff with each passing second.

"I- oh god—" Larissa grunted, your fingers repeatedly hitting her soft tissue.

Morticia's free hand played with Larissa's hair just as the blonde screamed your name aloud when she came once more. Your skillful fingers eased their movements, helping Larissa ride out her high.

Larissa was completely flushed, her cheeks and chest held just the slightest shade of red. You slowly removed your fingers while Morticia turned the vibrator off, leaving Larissa a shaking mess. Her legs closed, chest heaving as she came down from her high.

"You did so good for us, Rissa." Morticia gave the blonde a small kiss, "Didn't she, doll?" Her dark eyes gazed into yours, catching your attention.

"She did amazing." You agreed with Morticia, before sucking your fingers clean.

Morticia scanned both yours and Larissa's faces, the exhaustion not going unnoticed by the raven haired woman.

"While you two catch your breath, how about I get a bath started and the three of us take a nice long warm bath together, how does that sound?"

"Please," You answered Morticia while Larissa nodded her head.

Morticia stood from the bed, smirking to herself at the sight before her, Larissa completely spent and sprawled out on the bed while you laid next to her with a hand caressing Larissa's thigh.

Morticia left the two of you to catch your breath while she started in the bathroom, warm water and lavender bubbles filling the giant porcelain tub for you and Larissa to soak in. Morticia couldn't help but smile, knowing both you and Larissa would be too tired to wash yourselves, which allowed Morticia to happily take over and take care of the two people in the whole world she loved most.

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readerwithsalt · 1 year

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Sun and the Star Review: (With snippets from the book)

Since I just finished The Sun and the Star I’m just gonna say the first thing I have a problem with is the TELLING and NOT SHOWING.

• And I was wondering if anyone thought that they made Will super lame and ooc compared to previous cooler depictions of him. Like he’s supposed to be Super Chill under pressure and the Calm Dude but he’s so WHINY the entire book. He’s constantly complaining, judging, screaming, crying or sleeping. The cool, chill vibe Will had before is gone which was one of the things I liked about him before.

• someone else said ‘Tsats Will thinks there’s something wrong with Nico, something wrong with his personality. Will thinks Nico needs to be “fixed” and “healed” and so he can be “normal” and then Nico will be actually appealing to Will. Tsats Will may love some parts of Nico (or at least thinks he loves some parts of Nico). But there are more parts of Nico that Will finds unsavory or unnerving or scary or unsettling or unsatisfactory or unappealing’ I agree sadly

• Like he tells Nico in the beginning of the book that he’s just as capable of survival as Nico (which I snorted at cause no) and then is the hugest burden I’ve ever seen on a quest EVER in a riordan book. Like Nico tries to lift Will up every time he passes out from ‘lack of sun’ (which is so stupid btw) and Nico can’t lift him up cause he’s not strong enough so he’s constantly WAITING on Will. And it’s really boring to read about how every few seconds Nico has to turn around and let his boyfriend catch up.

I think Will’s character could have shined and been more likable in a completely different plot and quest.

Like, I thought since they weren’t giving Will any weapons that his strengths would lie in being the fast athletic character that didn’t need a magic item in order to show off…

• the whole ‘role reversal’ caretaker thing made Will look completely useless. Nico did 80 percent of the work and Will sadly fell flat. I thought he was coming along to keep Nico safe and to heal him when he got injured but Nico was pretty much doing almost every job. It was like he was riding Nico’s coattails to become a ‘hero’ and prove himself. But he didn’t really prove anything except that he complains a lot when things get rough.

They didn’t give Will a character weapon (even Piper has one and she doesn’t fight that much. Neither does Leo and he at least uses a hammer) they made him exhausted the whole book so he didn’t have his normal physical strength, his backstory was also pretty boring.

• and Will keeps randomly getting irritated at Nico bc Nicos irritated at him. Like?? Your shitting on his underworld home every chance you get. I’d be irritated too.

• in previous books he’s described as an archer. Even tho Leo calls him ‘the archer dude’ in TLH he suddenly doesn’t know how to use a bow AT ALL. He only said he wasn’t as good as his siblings not that he was complete shit at it. Previously he used a bow and had a dagger in BOO. Also will randomly says he never wanted to be a fighter and loved healing but in previous books he’s insecure about just that. Also the book forgets Will is a BATTLEFIELD MEDIC. Like he can fight and heal just like Apollo.

• Will whines constantly. And it’s grating and annoying to read. Either about the lack of sun (you knew what you were getting into dumbass) or the dead people walking around or about Nico’s horrible ‘darkness’ that he has to heal. It’s like he never thinks of Nicos feelings when he says stuff. And there little ‘fights’ end unsatisfactory.

• The vibe of Camp-Half-Blood is nonexistent. It does not feel like camp at all. It feels like we’re in a 12 year olds fanfic mind. ALL of the campers are gone even though it’s been established MANY are orphans and we see no beloved background characters and background chaos that makes us smile like in the past books. It made me surprisingly more depressed than I thought it would.

• it’s also missing the mystique of a quest. Like going up to the big house to have the quest recited around a table full of cabin counselor demigods all fighting to be the third member to prove themself a hero (mostly the ares cabin) no matter how important a quest in pjo was for Percy Chiron ALWAYS enforced certain rules. Even if they broke later on.

• Loose Ends. Reyna is. Not. Mentioned. Once. It never comes up how Nico feels about his big sister friend joining the hunters like his other one did even tho in BOO he tore apart a courtyard cause they took her. The girl whose shoulder he cried into, the girl who was with him during his last quest. The girl who thought of him as a little brother and tucked him in her cape and said he resembled his surname as he slept.

Hazel is mentioned… but it’s literally just a couple shallow mentions that don’t have anything to do with the fact that he may not ever see her again if he revisits Tartarus. He mentions his beloved little sister who was the actual first light in his life (don’t know why the book says Will is) in a long time only once and it’s because he can’t remember something and thinks Hazel would?? It’s weird that he iris messages Piper at the end instead of Hazel. I thought that’s what he was going to do and then it was just a big cringe fest of Piper shoved in at the end talking about the label of her sexuality?? Like we actually care??

And It’s never stated that Nico finds out where Jason is even though HE SHOULD KNOW. He literally talks to Beckendorf and Luke when they die in pjo to find out where they went but he can’t figure out where his best friend is??

Also at the end of the book it says Nico still hasn’t redecorated his cabin even though he told Jason he was going to a YEAR AGO bc the ‘decor was disgusting’ (I think that was the worst loose end not fixed 😂)

Every other relationship of Nicos is thrown away so he can admire Will Solace’s mediocrity. who’s kinda a loser in this tbh….

• The Percabeth scene was weird. What relevance does sally jackson have to Nico’s story? Why did he have to go all the way to Percy’s bedroom to iris message him?? And the fact he uses the ship name Percabeth to describe them (which he’d never done in previous books) proves a cringe fan is the one writing this.

The fact that they don’t OFFER TO HELP Nico is ooc of them. Bc even if Percy wants to chill at college he would never want Nico to clean up his mess without offering his help. Also the fact that Percy turns to Annabeth and says ‘oh man I forgot about him’ is like… WHAT?? And they just say oh yea if anyone can get through Tartarus it’s you two.

To Will who’s never been on a quest and doesn’t fight (at least in this book) that’s a weird thing to say. Percy and annabeth only survived bc they’ve fought together FOR YEARS. And bc of Percy’s big three power. It was just a forced add in cameo. Would’ve been better if they didn’t know till the end that Nico got Bob out and then they suddenly see Bob in an iris message and start crying or something…

• it broke my heart that Nico gave his SKULL RING to Will. The last gift from Bianca Nico ever got and he gives it to someone that doesn’t even appreciate his element.

And what does Nico get in return? A coin. I mean, an engraved coin but still. It’s kinda symbolic of the relationship. Nico giving Will something of such RELEVANCE to Nico’s character, something he’s always described with wearing and then Nico receiving a token in turn.

• Will asks Persephone how he’s SUPPOSED TO LOVE NICO. Like I almost blew up my house with me in it at that part. It never feels like Will is as attracted to Nico as Nico is to him. Nico instigates every kiss (which is ooc of him and his reservedness to touch). It seems Will likes to look at others a lot because one of Nicos insecurities were of him staring at fucking Paolo. While being right next to his boyfriend, Will checks out other people… Like Nico deserves so much better. He at least deserves respect.

I would’ve appreciated Nico and Ghost Jason way more than this shit. At least Jason described Nico better and they weren’t even dating. And I liked Solangelo before this. Will never describes physical attributes that he likes about Nico the same way Nico does about Will. Like Nicos inky dark eyes and baby bat winged hair, and his smile that is apparently like winter sun breaking through snow flurries, and his hair smelling pleasantly of rain against stone (I think Apollo is more attracted to Nico than Will is). But Nico has to call Will hot every five min.

• Also I simply don’t understand the idea that Will being away from the sun would drain him to the point where he can’t keep up with NICO’S WALKING PACE within a couple hours. Like the super athletic, physically strong character that can lift Nico over his shoulders and run with him (and Rachel in TON) walks into the underworld and has to be healed by a stupid portable night light within five minutes.

• Don’t even get me started on his JUDGINESS. I always pictured Will as the guy at camp that thought Nicos powers were cool and stuff, right? And now he just judges every ‘dark’ thing nico does like darkness is synonymous with evil. And only his light can heal him. I HATED that trope and honestly thought they would make him more original. But I have to say it: he was so boring. Like in a way that made my stomach hurt.

• Wills kind of a jerk in this. Like it’s weird to read.

• The PACING. It was off the whole book. The only part i enjoyed was the part where they didn’t know they were dreaming (that part got me) but that was it. But like gorgras scene keeps overlapping with the rest of the story and I kept forgetting my place. The fact that riordan or oshiro or whatever 12 year old fan wrote this put the words FLASHBACK & DREAM SEQUENCE over the chapters gave it SERIOUS fanfic vibes. The pacing is simply not suspenseful enough for a place like Tartarus.

• And do NOT get me started on Tartarus. Okay I’ll say it anyway: it wasn’t scary AT ALL. LIKE ANY OTHER QUEST. Actually it seemed easier than other previous quests which is a big nope. Hades might as well have sent him to Target.

• And about the fact that is was HADES who gave him that prophecy is SO OOC of him. He loves Nico. Nico is probably Hades most favorite child ever as of right now and he sends him horrible nightmares, and a prophecy respouted 12 times to get him to save Bob (whom Hades could care less about btw) and go back to a place that he knows haunts Nico every day MAKES NO FUCKING SENSE!

Also HOW did hades give Rachel that prophecy? He has no power over the Oracle of Delphi.

• Maria and Bianca MAKE NO SENSE! How in the hell is there any piece of thier souls left when Hades gave Maria ancient rites and was the one soul Nico was not allowed to see and Bianca reincarnated. WHICH WAS FORGOTTEN BTW. NOW SHES BACK IN ELYSIUM?? Like?? Like maybe I could see Hades letting Nico see a piece of Maria but Bianca is literally GONE forever.

Nico was ooc. Like not too badly but still bad. But the fact that Will didn’t let Nico shadow travel even once irks me. The fact Will didn’t let him summon Jules Albert irks me. The fact that Will kept brushing off nicos feeling about the underworld irks me. The fact that Will called Persephone the most beautiful PERSON he’d ever seen right in nicos face and then asked his (insecure) boyfriend if he was jealous irks me. The fact that Will is BORING AS FUCK irks me

• And the COMING OUT story. Horridly ooc. Nico shouting to the whole camp he’s gay and getting all the other kids to come out too is like??? and apparently he asked out Will before Will had even come out?? Nico would NEVER do that. Especially since not long before Cupid had done the same to him. And apparently Nico is like the first out character in a MODERN GREEK camp with DIONYSUS as a director. No.

In character Nico would’ve shadow traveled back to his cabin or the woods the moment he figured out what was happening.

• the nicknames are extremely cringe. Little ball of darkness is used to much and it made me itch. I think Will simply calling him babe or something would’ve been simpler and made them seem more like a real couple instead of a caricature of light and dark.

• ‘he’d always been the demigod who WOULDNT eat.’ ………..what the actual fuck is this. Nicos always been naturally skinny but being starved in jar is what messed up his hunger. Not that he WOULDNT eat. Why is everything always his fault in this book?

Like, he didn’t ‘LET’ himself get to the point of starvation over and over. I mean first of all he became homeless at ten years old, probably had to steal food items. And most recently he got KIDNAPPED by TWO GIANTS and starved forcibly. And then when he got out he was under so much stress of what just happened to him in Tartarus, the war with Gaea, his forced outing, and having to lug an enormous statue ACROSS THE WORLD. but nah, I guess he just LET all of that stuff happen to him

• the references are BAD. Out of touch bad. Unfunny and the joke never becomes a joke. It’s never explained how a kid from the 1930s knows how to use the internet and look up lil nas x in a camp that doesn’t use any technology. Doesn’t explain how Nico knows about Care Bear powers (I didn’t even know that) and the beginning scene with the Star Wars ‘joke’ set a weird tone for the book and wasn’t even funny.

• I hated the cocoa puff demons coming to live with Nico. Like I was fine they got created ig even tho it was weird and kinda dumb but the fact that Nico is so keen to have his worst memories and insecurities sleep in bed with him makes no sense once again. In character Nico would’ve burned them with hellfire.

• Also Nyx is a unfathomably weak villain. A PRIMORDIAL GODDESS that even ZEUS fears is taken down in two seconds. Also she’s just trying to get Nico ‘accept his darkness’. WHICH HE ALREADY HAS DONE. The moment he called himself The Ghost King in battle of the labyrinth at eleven years is when he truly accepted his powers and who he was. So… why is she even in the book in the first place??

• Also Will STILL insists it’s Nicos fault he wasn’t accepted. And that it was all in his head….

Also Micheal Yew was simply never mentioned again. Neither was lee fletcher. If they were I missed it.

There were a COUPLE of cute parts and lines but really this is simply too weird (and bad) to be canon to me. This book is just not canon. I see it as fanfiction from a random author that riordan probably let write the entire book or at least most of it. I think sadly riordan put his name on this for money and for fanservice because the writing is first draft material.

(And it kind of feels like they got this version of Nico and Will from cringy meme posts about them. Like, you know the ones where Nico’s all like ‘I am darkness, i am a vampire’ and Wills all like ‘come on, my uwu baby, no more shadowtravel for you, doctors orders~’ 🤣😭)

just because they thought that’s what the twelve year olds wanted and not realizing that a lot of those posts are simply made as a joke and not actually taken seriously in canon…. And that most people in the fandom thinks those are bad cringeposts

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smittenbyvillains · 11 months

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Riding

Warnings; SMUT, No plot

Draco smirked watching as you struggled to sit still on his lap. He pulled you closer and started to leave love bites on your neck. He groaned when you shifted slightly.

He pulled you off for a quick second before removing his pants and boxers. He smirked as you were already naked. You were so beautiful to him. You were all his.

Draco pulled you back onto his lap. You moaned as you felt him enter you. He smirked. "Ride me, sweetheart!" He demanded as his hands stayed on your hips. He raised an eyebrow when you didn't start to. "Can you hear, brat?" He asked. You quickly nodded. You started to move your hips and moaned and whimpered as you rode him.

After a while, he helped you and pulled you in for a deep kiss. You mewled in pleasure as he kissed you and grabbed your hair with one hand and pulled on it. The kiss deepened as he started to thrust up hard into you. Your pleasure sounds muffled. You whined and he knew you were close. "Cum, darling, all over me." He smirked pulling away from the kiss still thrusting.

You gasped and moaned as you came. He came with you and continue to give you pleasure riding out the high. "Good girl, love."

#draco x reader #draco x you #draco malfoy #harry potter smut #x reader #no plot whatsoever

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floralembarrassment · 11 months

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Coming Home (1/1) (jegulus)

James normally loved Regulus soft and slow and gentle. Regulus would never say it but all he wanted was for someone to be nice to him, to be careful with him, to expect him to be hurt if you hurt him. So James took care of him, with tender hands and warm embraces.

Except right now, neither of them could be sweet.

It had been weeks since they saw each other. Their schedules taking them away from their homes, away from their city, away from one another. And the reunion was also desperate, and passionate, and heated.

James' hands held Regulus waist tightly as Regulus straddled him. Regulus' hands making fists and pulling at James' hair, sometimes even pulling his head back so that Regulus could get better access to James' open mouth. Regulus, too, would throw his head back in time so that James' lips and tongue and teeth could find Regulus' neck. Both of them clinging to one another like it was a surprise they even got this chance again.

Everyone knew not to make plans with either of them the days after they got back. Regulus and James always ended up spending them with each other tangled up in a mess of sheets. They would barely move except to shower... together, to make tea... together, to find new corners of each other's bodies on the living room floor... together.

Which is where they were now. James' back leaning against the couch and Regulus using the cushioned seat for leverage, clothes long discarded. The interaction culminated in a choir of harmonized sounds emanating from both men, and the only remnants were the sounds of heavy breath warming the air.

"Good lord," James said as he fell onto his back, Regulus joining him by throwing an arm over his chest.

"Hmm Reg is just fine actually," he chuckled at the familiar joke. James smoothed his hand over Regulus' curls and pressed an exhausted kiss where his hand was moments ago. Regulus could feel the smile pressed into his head.

"You should go away more often," James panted out, a cheeky grin forming on his face. It matched the sparkle in Regulus' eyes.

"I don't have to go away for that to happen again," he replied, still out of breath.

James pulled Regulus' head back so he could look at him in the eyes. James raised a suggestive eyebrow.

"Take me to my bed, love," Regulus replied.

And the pair laughed as James moved quickly off the floor, scooping Regulus as he went and swiftly walking the short distance to their room.

#it's smut #shamelessly #and #no plot whatsoever #it's cheeky #ahhhh I love it #jegulus #starchaser #sunseeker #marauders #fanfic #lgbtq+#james x regulus #regulus black #james potter #marauders era #james fleamont potter #regulus arcturus black #marauders fandom

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miooomziege · 5 months

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トーンが使いたかった結果漫画っぽくなった。��気がないので続かない。このあとめちゃくちゃ略

アネットの仇には十字架効いてたけど宗教外の人には宗教由来のアイテムはあんまり効かなそうだなと勝手に思っている～

just wanna use screentones

#olrox #my art #castlevania olrox #mio log #mizrox #mizrak #castlevania fanart #no plot whatsoever #castlevania nocturne #The dialogue is appropriate

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glassgulls · 1 year

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69th Follower Celebration with Thranduil

Fandom: The Hobbit

Pairing: Thranduil x fem!reader

Warnings: NSFW do not interact if under 18. Community label compliant.

Summary: Smut, blatant smut with no plot. Thranduil suggests a new position to try.

Comments: This was in response to getting my 69th follower and being a dirty minded deviant couldn't let this monumental achievement pass by without celebrating it. So this is for the lovely @aduialel who was the unlucky 69th follower. I hope you enjoy this blatant smut with your lovely Mirkwood King. I hope he's in character. Thank you to @sotwk for letting me pick her brain over Thranduil's character I hope I've done you proud, and @fizzyxcustard who was gracious enough to read it over for me as I was worried since it's been a while since I've written any smut that it was ok.

Word count: 2,538

NSFW OVER 18'S ONLY

"Yes that's it meleth nin," he hissed between clenched teeth. His long fingers carded through your hair as you hummed around his cock. "You're so beautiful bereth nin," Thranduil purrs lowly his voice dripping with desire. "So perfect for me."

His praise has you whining around his ample erection. Thranduil knows you as well as he knows himself. Knows how much you adore his voice so clear with arousal, his adoration and praise of you. Another whimper is muffled as you enthusiastically try to take more of his length and gag inelegantly around it. Above you your husband tuts and touches your cheeks to wipe the tears from your eyes.

"Don't push yourself meleth nin." Thranduil cooed but his breathing hitched when you looked up at him. The perfect poise he always wore, the aloof gaze your husband showed the world was gone. Looking down at you there was only utter reverence in his eyes. A low groan ripped from his throat as you kept eye contact.

Being Queen, Mother of his Heir was a role you took with utter devotion, but here before Thranduil and causing him this pleasure there was an intoxicating feeling of power. Of heady delirium of knowing that you were the only one capable of making the King of Mirkwood crumple before you. You know you must look a mess, the perfect makeup and hair you had wore to the dinner party earlier was now in complete disarray. Tears and drool running down your face and soaking your husband's thighs. His fingers had made easy work of ruining your maids' hard work on your hair.

You tried to move further down his length again as your hand continued to work the rest of his cock that you couldn't manage. Relaxing your throat you felt the tip of his cock hit the back of your throat and the debauched moan that rang out from the ellon before you. The sound caused a shiver up your spine with lust, your own excitement pooled in your belly. The tell-tale twitch of Thranduil's stomach muscles told you how much he was enjoying this intimate act, how close he was to completion and you are eager to see him there.

Not to have the act over but because you know how your husband looks post bliss. The heavy burden of being a King is gone for a short time and the outside world is zeroed down to you both as husband and wife. The hushed talk of your adorations of love and how your future together with your beautiful son.

Your thoughts are distracted by him calling your name.

"Come to me bereth nin," Thranduil coaxes, opening up his arms to you. Pulling yourself off his cock you take a couple of breaths to steady yourself. He's reclined on your shared bed, his outer robe draped down his shoulders while the rest of him is bare to your eager eyes. He's handsome, no, beautiful, the most sublime being you have ever seen with your own eyes. Thranduil tilts his head back and that haughty smirk creeps over his face and your eyes rove over his form. He looks like he's been carved from alabaster, moonlight catches the angles of his face, a sheen of sweat gives him a glow that borders on divine.

Divine and married to you.

He chose you, gave himself to you body, mind and spirit as you have done to him, over and over. You have no regrets, never once has your love or faith in him been shaken even when he infuriates you.

Now he calls to you and you follow like always and always will.

You settle in his arms and Thranduil kisses you softly. Lingering and slow coaxing soft gasps and moans from you easily.

"You make the sweetest sounds meleth nin," Thranduil declares and runs a hand along your jaw, tilting and manoeuvring you so as to kiss you deeper. Your body is shifted so his free hand can trail along your waist and over your stomach and a flash of heat pools between your thighs. Shifting them together you try to catch the friction you need. Thranduil catched the movement and gives a slap to your thigh to stop you.

Pulling back, his smirk returns when Thranduil sees your pout.

"Don't worry meleth nin," he coos at you. "You treat me with such devotion," he continues and plants brief kisses on your lips and nose. "Should a King not do the same for his bereth?" Despite the wholly smug tone he has, you shiver again in delight. Thranduil lets his nose nuzzle against your temple.

"Turn around." He orders you and you turn automatically to straddle his hips but he stops you. "No darling," Thranduil's strong hands land on your hips and move you so you're facing his feet and with a gentle nudge you find yourself on your arms and face down in front of his erection again. Your hips propped up and spread in front of his face as you were on your knees. A whisper of his breath teases your already soaked entrance and despite the many years of intimacy you find yourself nervously exposed to your King. Looking over your shoulder you see him watching you with a hungry gaze as those careful fingers run up your thighs caressing the delicate skin.

As you try to say his name your voice cuts out when you feel those fingers now trail up your inner thighs and spread you open to his naked gaze. Resting your forehead on his hip you jump at the sharp nip to your thigh. Thranduil's teeth grazing the skin and you can't help the unashamed breathy mewl escape you.

"The sounds you make are divine meleth nin." Your husband breathes before making a long deliberate lick to your inner thigh. So close to where you need him, ache for him provoking a whimper of his name from your lips. The resounding chuckle from Thranduil puffs across your sopping cunt causing a shiver of excitement to run through you.

Running those elegant strong fingers through your evident excitement the King of Mirkwood gives a satisfied groan of pleasure. The frantic beating of your heart skips when there is finally the hot brush of his mouth to your aching cunt.

“My King.” You whimper knowing how that would affect him. The title said in your desperate desire always drives him wild and you’re rewarded by his body shuddering violently, his blatant erection twitches. Giving a snarl he starts to devore your arousal, alternating between lapping at your slick folds and sucking on your clit.

Rolls of pleasure licked up your spine and you instinctively ground back on his mouth to chase that friction. Arching your back you cry out as his clever mouth moves to flick his tongue and thrust it greedily into you as deeply as possible. His arms move to grip at your hips to keep you steady and lock you in place to his questing mouth. The pathetic whimper of his name slips from your lips in a chant of devout fervour getting louder and louder in a crescending wail as he pushes you further to your own peak of ecstasy. You can feel the finishing wave to release washing over you but cry out in frustration as Thranduil pulls away and bites at your inner thigh.

“Together meleth nin.” he gaps out, the perfectly poised King now sounding ragged and desperate. You nod not conscious of the thought that he probably can’t see your acknowledgement. Raising your eyes you see his blatant erection bob in front of you, the twitches in his abdomen muscles are a beautiful sight and your mouth waters at the thought of tasting him again.

Shuffling forward you flick your tongue out and lap at the prespend dripping down his cock, the hiss of your husband in the sweetest sound as you continue. You want to give him the same bliss he is causing you, for you both to reach that heady bliss of satisfaction in one another. Eagerly you open your mouth and manage to move one hand to wrap around the base of his dick. Taking a long swipe of your tongue along his taut lower abdomen you feel him jump and hear his voice tut at you in a warning. But you can’t help yourself from savouring the taste of his sweat and leaving a lingering kiss on his hip bone grazing your teeth along it before a sweep of your tongue to soothe the spot. Nuzzling your nose against his hip a small gasp leaves you as you flinch at the sharp sting of teeth on the globe of your ass and a strangled moan rattles in your chest.

“Yes aran nin.” You groan out as his fingers stroke between your folds again whipping up the burning in your belly again. Reaching forward you lick at the head of his dick before taking it on your mouth earning you a buck of his hips. His body roils beneath you in harmony with your mouth as you continue your act of revelling in his arousal. Humming to yourself you shift your head and swallow as much of his dick as you can, the angle not the most convenient but the feel of his body under your own providing a new sensation. Every flinch and jerk of his hips as he seeks out your mouth is something you feel drunk on, the power over him as you lead him to his release.

A strangled moan of your name from Thranduil causes you to hum your own at his debauched tone. His fingers are gripping on your thighs now to leave bruises but you don’t have the mind to care when you feel him whisper your name against your shivering entrance.

Doubling your effort you bob your head down and hollow your cheeks in the way you know drives your husband wild, the scent of his musk filling your nose as the burning heat if his length filled your mouth and throat. That telltale twitch in his stomach returned and you inwardly grinned at him spreading his legs wider and bucked more erratically into your eager mouth.

Thranduil did not let you pleasure him selfishly. As you continued to work his hard shaft his minstations on you doubled making you shiver and grind against him. That wicked tongue of his is plunging into as far as possible keeping out an increasing tempo, his hands holding your hips in a bruising hold, helping you sway your hips in time with his actions.

That tight knot in your belly pulled tighter with every stroke of his tongue, every swirl over your clit with practised ease, every delve into your tight heat to drink your arousal. The heat of your bodies is near stifling but you can't live without it. The searing touch of where your bodies meet is exquisite.

You pull off his cock to gasp for air as you whimper how close you are. Thranduil answers you with a drawn out groan and you impatiently open your mouth to take him as far as you can down your throat. Thranduil loops an arm around your waist to pin you against him as you squirm excitedly.

That knot in you pulls tighter till finally with an exquisite snap your whole body arches and freezes up as the wave of your climax hits you. Your cries are muffled as your husband's body stiffens under you and a long groan of your name is muttered into your wet folds. His hips thrust erratically as his hot cum shoots down your greedy throat. With a pitiful whine you eyes roll in your head as you try to have the presence of mind to lap and suck Thranduil's dick of his cum while your husband hungrily thrust his tongue in as you rode out the waves of your climax, curling it to draw out your juices as they covered his mouth and chin.

As the waves of both your climaxes ebbed you released your husband's cock from your mouth with care. Gasping short breaths you gingerly rolled off his sweat slicked body and lay on your side. There was a soft groan as the bed shifted behind you and as the weight of your King's body lay down behind you, you smiled languidly and shifted to face him. Propping himself up on one elbow he grinned down at you with a content smirk while licking his lips. The blush on your face as you see the evidence of your climax all over his perfect face makes his Cheshire grin widen.

“That was,” you begin to say but the words die in your throat as the heady state of post bliss.

Thranduil hums in acknowledgement and leans down to softly press a chaste kiss to your lips. Through the leaden weight of your arms you reach out to him and he graciously lowers himself into your embrace as his own wrap themselves around you. Taking your privileged place of being tucked up against him you sigh happily as your husband's fingers trail up and down your back tracing lazy patterns along your spine.

“Did you enjoy it meleth nin?” He asks softly into the crown of your head kissing it.

“Yes, though what spurred you on to want to try it?” You ask sleepily.

He hums again and the vibration from his chest is soothing after the heart racing activities of moments earlier.

“I found a book in the library.” Thranduil replies and shifts so that you are both curled around each other. You can’t help but chuckle at his confession.

“So that’s what you were hiding away reading all day and late to the dinner party,” You tease and are rewarded with a warm low laugh that sets your heart alight. Tilting your head up you nose at his chin and nip at the delicate skin there. “What else was in that book?” You ask in that same tone before kissing his chin again. Thranduil takes a long inhale and shivers at your mouth on his skin, chuckling then humming in thought.

“The night is still young bereth nin,” He answers as his voice slides over your skin in a seductive whisper. Shifting again he tilts his head to kiss you slowly, nipping at your lips. His fingers slide up your back to drag his blunt nails over your skin causing you to shiver in anticipation. “And there are so many ideas I want to share with you.” Thranduil continues his voice dropping to a low sensual tone.

Tangling your legs with his, you let your own hand slide along his back and trace his shoulders.

“Of course,” you reply sweetly and press a kiss to his chest. “You know I will always support you in all your endeavours aran nin.” you purr.

The low growl that leaves Thranduil's throat at your words causes you to giggle which soon dissolves into heady moans as he kisses your neck.

Yes, the night was still very young and you couldn’t imagine a better way of spending it than in your husband's eager embrace.

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mslanna · 6 months

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And the Devil Said

9.5k of unadultered smut

Tav has gotten used to living with the feelings of getting fucked at the back of their mind. But now and then, the experience is so intense, that it derails their entire life. Tav decides to find out why that is. And has to learn that sometimes the devil you do, does you instead. Repeatedly.

they/them Tav, AFAB with top surgery

under a cut because it is LONG also, all of it on AO3

Tav learnt to live with the recurring feelings of pleasure building a backdrop for their life. There is no rhyme or reason to it. Day or night, Raphael didn’t care. If time even works like that in the hells. By now, Tav doesn’t even blush any more. And if the second-hand arousal seeps through their body at an opportune moment, Tav simply enhances it with their own hands. Shame blanches compared with this delicious double feature of satisfaction.

But every now and then the arousal washes over them like breakwater and carries them off into an ocean of desperate desire. Tav feels every movement inside their body enhanced, enlarged and displayed over their nerves with acute fire. There is nothing to do but wait it out. Ride the waves of lust until they dissipate in the faint echo of orgasm. Apart from disrupting their life, it leaves Tav wondering – and wanting.

Nobody stops Tav when they enter the House of Hope in search for answers. There are no curious glances. Maybe Haarlep wore their bods to more places than the boudoir. The possible reasons make Tav’s ears burn. On the other hand, the table in the Feast Hall is big and sturdy and some of the chairs have the most plush upholstery.

Damn, the infernal pressure between their legs derails their thought into one direction, and that direction only. Still they manage to walk mostly normal while echoes of cock ground their insides. Bad in bed the devil might be, but he sure enjoyed the power to play Tav’s body like a fiddle.

Tav leans against the wall of the corridor and pauses for a moment when a staccato of thrusts hits all the right spots. Damn that devil. Whatever is he doing? Tav picks themselves up and makes their way up the stairs.

They turn into the boudoir and see the bed behind the wrought silver fence across the pool. What happens on it doesn't make sense. Fire and stone move without a sliver of skin – pink or red – to be seen. Maybe they are not thinking clearly enough to make out bodies. Every step is a fight against the urge to crumple on the floor and give in to the raging desire.

Tav fights their way around the pool. Nobody lingers in this part of the House; the silence is broken only by the rush of the restoration fountains. And the increasing noises of Tav's body getting fucked within an inch of their sanity by Raphael. It is an eerie thing to walk into.

Tav rounds the last column and stops in their tracks. Without the fence breaking up the shapes on the bed, they realise that instead of a human or devil, a fully ascended fiend is pounding Haarlep. A cocktail of shame and desire runs through Tav’s veins seeing their own form writhing in unbridled lust. The fire in Raphael’s body makes droplets of sweat glisten on Haarlep’s skin.

"Oh." Tav claps their mouth shut but it is too late. Three heads turned to glare at them, five eyes weighing down on their intrusion. Tav sighs beat. "Yeah, that would do it."

"What a cocky little pup." Raphael’s voice sounds strange from the triple skull. A low growl underlies the vowels and grinds over the consonants.

Goosebumps rise on Tav’s skin. The heat flooding them is replaced by shivers and Tav's body does a bad job at hiding it. It doesn't help that the devil did not pull out. The small movements make Tav want to lean their back against a wall and dissolve into a puddle of want on the floor.

"Ah. A little more intense, is it not?" Raphael makes a deliberate thrust.

For a moment Tav considers lying but a nasty little push on top of the thrust makes them reconsider. "Completely disrupting absolutely everything." Their voice quavers more than they’d have liked.

"Good." Raphael resumes fucking Haarlep, eyes glued to Tav. "Sharing is caring."

"Well." The word is a squealed plea. Tav looks around frantically as if arguments were lying around for them to use. But everything just looks like a challengingly formed dildo. That’s a footstool, Tav thinks desperately. But even that sounds like a wonderful idea up their pussy right now. "You aren’t really sharing though, are you?"

"Isn’t this good enough for you?" Raphael teases and Tav watches in agony as Haarlep arches his back into the movements, cresting on the edge of orgasm. "Is this something you – want?" The devil stops and pulls out, leaving both Haarlep and Tav, desperately unsatisfied.

"Obviously, you want it too," Tav gets out, trying to gather their wits back together. "Often."

Raphael laughs, smug and self-satisfied. "So, what is it you think you have to offer?"

"The original?" Tav straightens keeping their eyes glued to the three skulls with sheer willpower. Ascended fiend cock is something else entirely. Their hands itch to get a hold of it and – explore. "Since you like the idea of getting my body to do whatever you want, how about actually getting me to do it?"

"What makes you think I don’t prefer this?" Raphael switches into his human form, still stark naked and hard.

Tav swallows, forcing to keep their eyes on his face. Easier to parse in its human form, though maybe not easier to read. The five-o’clock shadow beckons in the dim light. "The fact that I am still alive." They allow themselves the shadow of a smile. "The fact that we are talking. You could return me to the material plane with a snap of your fingers. And yet, here you are, cock out and not wilting at the interruption or my sight."

"Cheeky." He takes a step towards Tav, both hands on his hips. Oh, he is definitely displaying. A superior grin creeps over his mouth when Tav can’t resist the occasional glance down. "What do you think, Haarlep? Do they deserve a little treat?"

The incubus has changed into Raphael’s from, wings spreading over the headrest of the bed. "I don’t know." They tear Tav apart with hungry eyes. "Maybe they can earn it?"

"What a civilised suggestion." The devil returns his attention to Tav. "What do you think, little pup. Can you earn this?" For a moment Raphael flickers back into his find form, fire shooting up through his gnarled figure.

Tav feels the fire rise through their own body, starting between their legs and burning up to their face in one fell swoop. "Of course." The words rush from Tav’s mouth without second thoughts. They catch themself just before adding ‘anything you want’ though. You never, never, said that to a devil. Ever.

"Well." Raphael leans back and crosses his arms. "Go ahead then. One of us is severely overdressed for the occasion."

Tav blinks slowly, glances at Haarlep who reclines anticipating a good show and back to Raphael. The devil displays first signs of impatience.

Taking of their clothes is removing armour in more than one way. Tav feels ravenous eyes roving over each inch of skin revealed, raking over old scars and soft flesh. They take their time to spite the growing embarrassment. There are two fiends in this room who want to fuck them so bad it made them look – hungry. Very, very hungry.

Stepping out of their underwear, Tav wonders if this was such a good idea. There are two of them and only one Tav. They put their hands on the hips and send a challenge at Raphael with their eyes. "Now what?"

"Now we get to the begging, I mentioned before." The devil takes one step towards Tav and makes it a complete threat. "On your bare knees."

Tav gauges the distance between them. But Raphael said nothing about moving. Just kneeling. So they do. Now looking up as the devil’s face includes a view promising of his hard cock. Plus, he has to come to them. "Shall I beg for you to come?" Tav asks. "Or?"

"I am looking forward to finding out how much it will take to drive that attitude out of you." Raphael shakes his head but there is greed and anticipation in the movement. Then he closes the distance languidly, guiding his cock to Tav’s face.

"Ah, no hands, pup." He admonishes when Tav reaches out. "That goes for you too," the devil adds at Haarlep.

From the corner of their eyes, Tav sees the incubus lower their hands from the red cock standing up between his legs. Oh. Oh dear.

"If our guest is as good as they think they are, this won’t take long, will it?" Raphael moves his crotch closer to Tav’s face. "Your turn."

Tav takes a slow breath, exhaling over the erection before them. If Raphael expects some mindless indulgence of his dick, he will be disappointed. Tav intends to make the most out of this – from themself, too. Carefully, the touch the tip of their tongue to that of Raphael’s cock.

A million thoughts rush through their mind – strategies to make the experience special, outstanding; techniques to set them apart, prowess to prove their worth. Then they remember: Raphael is old. He had his dick sucked for millennia. There was nothing new that Tav could bring to the table, no unexpected twist he hasn’t experienced already. The only thing Tav has going is themself. Raphael is intrigued enough by them to allow this.

Tav lets their eyes wander over the devil’s human form. The tan skin is soft and unbroken by scars or blemishes. Every curved and curled hair looks sculpted to perfection; its warm brown colour invites, promising tender comforts and soft pleasures.

As so many thing about him, it is all lies. That doesn't keep Tav from falling for them, but they fall with eyes open, rush head-first into the illusion. It's a sobering thought, that they are not the first and far from the only mortal kneeling at Raphael's feet. But they are kneeling here, paying tribute to his desires and their own.

It is about him as much as it is about them Tav realises – their willingness to go to their knees and serve.

They note that their ministrations are slow, thoughtful as their musings took their mind to different places. They suck on Raphael's dick with all the time and no worry in the world. And the devil likes it. He is still as hard as then Tav started, showing no signs of softening.

Quickening their pace, Tav brings their tongue back to work the slick tip. They indulge the length of him and when they move away, the paladin leans back, knees scooting closer. The angle is awkward but it gives a complete view of their body. Dark eyes rake down Tav's chest and the paladin quickly sucks the hard cock back in as they straighten and block the gaze from reaching down between their legs.

Tav takes time on the base of Raphael's cock, grazing the soft skin with their teeth, letting its length rest against the roof of their mouth. When they lean back again, Tav spreads their knees a little further. The devil's gaze burns on their skin and Tav slips their tongue around his tip, teasing out droplets of want.

It's unlikely, the devil can actually see their sex from his vantage point but by the way his cock jerks, Tav knows he has imagination. They can work with that. All they need to do now, is convince him that nothing would come close to fucking them. No amount of tongue-play will compare to their slick folds closing around him. No feral devour will feel as good as running them through with his cock.

Tav moans around the hard-on, working their own imagination as well. The feeling of utter need the ascended cock provoked. How the teeth of three skulls will feel on their damp skin, canines nipping at the soft flesh at their centre. The images pool fire between Tav's legs. They fantasise about riding the hellish cock-shaped fire, wiry bone gripping their arms, claws digging lines into their thighs and back.

The memories of Raphael taking Haarlep in ascended form rise and carry Tav away while their mouth works Raphael They lean back until their grip on it seems the only thing helping them to defy gravity. If it is their fervour or the shameless display of lust faced with Raphael doesn't matter. Tav feasts on the reluctance with which the devil buries his hands in their hair.

They hold his gaze, every flick of their tongue a challenge to his composure. Despite the Raphael's efforts, it shows cracks. Tav digs into them, eliciting a low growl from his throat and tangy drops from his cock. In a moment of weakness, Tav bites down and rakes their teeth along his shaft buried deep in the sensitive flesh. Pain and pleasure – the mixture works on Raphael well. Armed with that knowledge, Tav doubles down, tongue and teeth flaying the devil's dick.

Tav has not inflicted pain on purpose during sex so far. The experience is new and exciting, a taboo unheard of and already broken. As a peace-offering they spread their knees further. The air is cold on the wet opening between their legs that pulses with want. Their own scent rises up so sharp, Tav catches a whiff of it now and then even with their nose buried deep in Raphael's curls.

Raphael comes with a sudden. He presses Tav against his crotch with both hands and a low sigh. His cum spills into the paladins mouth and Tav sucks it up obediently, swallowing salt and tang without remorse. Each motion gets them closer to their own desire. Greed propels Tav. They bow their head over the slackening cock, cleaning up any mess that might have ensued.

The devil caresses their hair, appreciative of the work and aftercare he receives. "Very good." Raphael says in a tone that sounds more like somebody encouraging a toddler. He pats Tav’s head patronisingly.

Tav doesn’t move. If the devil wants to call all the shots, they are happy to let him. For now. They rest their eyes on his, drinking in the deep brown and his five-o’clock shadow. They can wait.

"Now." The devil takes Tav’s chin with one hand and pulls them up, turning their face this way and that. The grip is tighter than it needs to, strong fingers pressing though soft flesh. "Do you think that I should return the favour?"

Tav catches the vicious glint in his eyes. This is not a question they can answer truthfully. But neither do you lie to a devil. "If you wish to."

"Do I?" Raphael muses. He takes a step towards Tav, forcing them to walk backwards. "That is indeed the question."

A few steps later, they come up against the bed but Raphael doesn't stop moving. Tav stumbles awkwardly, unsure if they are allowed to cushion their fall. From behind, hands close around their shoulders. Doppelgänger fingers trail down their collarbones and tease the skin on their chest. Haarlep avoids touching Tav's nipples though, as if Raphael had drawn a precise map of their allowed playground.

"Look at me, pup," Raphael commands and Tav's eyes slip into his gaze unquestioning. The brown eyes hold them fast, more tantalising than the fingers of the incubus trailing over their sides. The devil runs his hand up Tav's legs. Gentle fingers caress their calves moving upwards too slow for comfort. His fingers meet under Tav's ass, running tauntingly close to their cunt.

Tav moans, unwilling to hold back on any of the pleasure the devil deigns to dole out. They can feel his breath faintly, barely more than imagination. And their imagination is working overtime already. "Please," they gasp, putting sincerity into the word.

"Please, what?" Raphael replies. He raises one of Tav's legs onto his shoulder, never breaking eye contact. "What is it you want, little, pup?"

Haarlep scoots closer and cradles Tav's back against his chest so they can easier watch Raphael leer at them from between their legs. The incubus' hands run over their chest, nimble fingers steering clear of their nipples at last second and following the adjacent scars instead.

Tav rests their head against the incubus shoulder. They cannot tear their eyes of the devil who hovers over their sex, a predator ready to strike. But he waits for Tav to admit their need. He wants them to succumb to him.

"Please," Tav breathes. Their pride rages against the of submission to the devil, but their desire wins out. "Eat me."

A demonic grin steals over Raphael's face. He slowly raises Tav's other leg onto his other shoulders, exhaling purposefully into their pussy. The damp skin flares with heat. Raphael runs his hands up Tav's things, thumbs almost grazing their sex. "Don't you say a prayer before meals?"

Tav whines. Each word from the devil's lips sends a hot wave over the cooling wetness between their legs. They quiver against Haarlep who plays on their skin with deft fingers.

"Say your prayers," the incubus advises. His fingers slip over Tav's nipples for a short nip. "If you want to live, say your prayers."

Tav's mind races. They are not a religious person despite their profession. Calling on the gods for justice and doing what is right doesn't require belief in them individually. "May Tymora, bless this endeavour." The words stutter over Tav's tongue and tumble onto their chest.

"Lathander," they start and falter as Raphael stops his lips barely apart from their centre. Their pause gives the devil one as well. Tav feels his breath chafing against their skin and their insides contract in painful desire. "A new beginning," they pant. "Many new beginnings-"

Tav's prayer is interrupted by a moan as Raphael slips his tongue between their folds. The tip of it finds their clit easily, raking over it with a practised motion. Another 'please' drops from Tav's lips before the catch themself.

"Raphael!" The name is a squeak from their lips as the devil's mouth claims them. His name in the company of gods, pleases the devil, a favour he returns with fervour. "Have mercy."

Tav drops back into Haarlep. They reach for Raphael's head, but the incubus intercepts their hands. Haarlep massages their palms as wrists while they move the hands away from Raphael. "What a good little prayer," he murmurs into Tav's ear. "Now you better enjoy the fruits of your efforts. Or else."

Tav doesn't understand. Raphael ravages their clit, pressing their knees apart with fervour. The whole word shrinks to their cunt. Nothing matters but the insistent lapping that sets them aflame inch by inch.

Only when the devil's tongue goes astray, does Tav begin to understand. Raphael eats at them with intense commitment but the motions are off. Desire flares up when his tongue curls over their clit, slips down their cleft and into their body. But moments later, teeth dig in too deep. The blissful rhythm stumbles and drags their euphoria down with it.

Raphael holds their gaze. He grins, mouth curved up in wicked vice. Maybe he can do better, but he will not. This one is upon Tav as much as the first round was. The paladin moans as the realisation settles alongside the irregular ministrations of Raphael.

Raphael isn’t bad at it per se. But he does rely on the knowledge that Tav has to come if they want his infernal cock. The result is sloppy tongue-work, an approach that focusses on what he wants more than on their pleasure.

Haarlep supports marginally. His irresistible touch is rigidly restricted. The devils know from experience where Tav succumbs: no touching their nipples, rare caresses of the sensitive neck. The incubus runs his fingers along the scars of Tav’s torso and takes extra time with the lines running across their chest close to the nipples. Promises made and never kept.

Tav squirms, works to position themself in a more satisfying relation to his hands. But Haarlep is on his toes and retracts his hands before they stray over the chest straining under them. The incubus helps, but only as far as Raphael wants him to. Enough input to keep Tav's arousal high, but never enough to steer them towards release.

Maybe Haarlep lied when he claimed Raphael only wanted to sleep with himself. The echoes running through Tav’s body certainly told a different story. And having their double is not enough. The devil’s tongue scraped over their clit rough and careless.

The sloppy caresses burn, the devil’s fingers dig into Tav’s hips as they grind into them. But the restraint doesn’t dampen Tav’s desire any longer. If Raphael wants to draw this out, he can work for that as much as they work for their release.

In the end it was not the idea of an infernal pounding that takes Tav over the edge but the Raphael’s tongue. The thought that the devil stoops to this, that he himself devours them with obvious hunger when Haarlep could have done a more efficient job, even in denying Tav release. But he wants them. Wants them enough to agree to this display of power.

He doesn’t have to do this. Even as a display of power over them, he does not have to do it himself. Tav arches into the knowledge. Anything Raphael does, he could have outsourced to Haarlep. But his own teeth dig down into their flesh. Tav groans out the devil’s name.

He wants power. But he also wants them. "Please," they groan and tighten their grip on Haarlep’s knees. "Raphael, please."

The words intoxicate the devil. He bites down and Tav screams, pleasure shot through with pain. The mixture burns hot enough to send them and Tav thrusts their crotch up, though it moves only minimally in Raphael's grip.

"Repeat his name," Haarlep suggests and turns Tav's head to face him. Before the paladin can comply, the incubus closes their lips with a heavy kiss. Tav growls their master’s name into his servants hungry mouth, writhing against the devil’s tongue as they come.

Haarlep's kiss sends renewed yearning down Tav's throat that clashes with the surges of ecstasy sweeping through their body in release. The warring needs leave Tav wanting on the cresting waves of their orgasm.

Cold air over their clit helps the abating euphoria. Tav's mind clears enough to realise the devil still kneeling between their legs, brown eyes hard as steel. "Naughty," Raphael tuts. "To come without any penetration. Something to amend."

Tav stares at him, eyes diluted with half-baked satisfaction.

A thumb presses down on their clit and after a few rough strokes, the devil lets his hand wander lower. His index finger enters Tav easily, teasing their insides that hungered to be filled moments ago.

Haarlep moves away, gently placing Tav's head on the mattress and dragging their arms out over their head. Then he settles with his knees on Tav's hands, caressing the paladin with an air of indulgent pity. Their eyes meet and before Tav can signal understanding a second finger drives into them had and vicious They arc in surprise gasping against the infraction.

One hand lodged firmly between their legs, Raphael lets his other wander over Tav's body. Exploring skin and scars in a soft counterpoint to the hungry fingers carving their path into the paladin's body. Then he beckons Haarlep towards him with his free hand.

The incubus leans forwards, stabilising himself with his wings, and pulls Raphael up into a kiss over Tav's prone body. Raphael returns his servants kiss, fumbling with one hand to help the efforts to undress him.

Tav gains a heartbeat of respite as four hands undress the devil. Then Haarlep's hands return to stroking his cock, and Raphael falls in step. The human seemingly forgotten between them. With Haarlep back on his haunches, Raphael has a free view over the naked body between the two fiends.

One hand falls back onto Tav's stomach, circling for a moment before the devil's finger slip between their legs again. He lets go of his hard-on and runs both hands up the inside of their thighs until his fingers converge inside of Tav.

The paladin moans under the jerky penetration. The fingers move, raking over skin and into flesh close to the rhythm Haarlep beats over his cock. The pace escalates until Raphael halts. His fingers rest inside Tav and he twists them in one direction, then the other, before dragging them out slowly. His brown eyes are diluted with hunger.

"You have earned a little preview." Raphael nudges Tav. "Turn over."

As Tav does as ordered and Haarlep tucks their hands back under his shins, leaving the paladin slanting into their crotch ass high before Raphael's erection Haarlep's red cock stand between the incubus' legs – hard and ridged. Its base is covered with ripples, promising extra stimulation for those who can take its whole length.

Tav bends over it obediently. Heat rises from the fiend's shaft and the first taste fills their mouth with fire and sulphur. Haarlep leaks already, leaving droplets of pre-cum on their tongue.

Behind them, Raphael, strokes Tav's ass as he watches them suck down on his incubus. The second-hand stimulation seeps into his cock – a promise of his every whim obeyed.

"Such a fast learner," he purrs. His fingers dig deep into the soft flesh of Tav's rear, spreading it liberally. "Go deeper."

With that, he thrusts into Tav who does their best to suck Haarlep's whole length into their mouth. The cock slipping into them from behind is human, a far cry from delirious ascended pleasures. But after the empty orgasm the hard swell along their insides is glorious. They writhe into the charge, filling themself up to the brim.

Raphael complies, he bears down fast, each push pressing Tav's face down over Haarlep's crotch. The double pleasure takes hold and he digs his fingers deep into the soft flesh of Tav's sides. The promise the paladin made sucking him off is now called in. Nothing can be sweeter than taking them wholesale, running them trough with his cock and drawing sounds of sweet desperation from their lips.

Haarlep caresses Tav's head and shoulders. The soft touch burns with desire and makes Tav yearn despite getting fucked already. They twist in Raphael's grip coaxing him into a different angle that hits better. The devils allows it, lost to his own pleasure.

Tension boils within Tav, the lines of Haarlep's touch glow on their body and tease want from their very pores. The need clenches between their legs, pulling on the cock riding them hard and leaving them short of breath. Gasps escape past Haarlep's cock in short bursts, each accompanied with an urgent moan.

The incubus leans forwards, his cock driving down Tav's throat and they almost gag. A flick over their clit turns it into a whine of pure need. Tav tilts their hips against the fingertip stroking them but Raphael pulls them back, his wants overruling Tav's. His cock comes down hard, half in pursuit of his climax, half to punish Tav's wanton movement.

The paladin swallows a groan, gum and tongue strangled by incubus cock. Haarlep keeps moving, though, fingers and cock prying at Tav's wet softness.

A ravenous whimper rises from Tav's lips and slowly changes into an ecstatic howl. They rock between the two fiends, their muscles tremble in an effort to release the euphoria despite Haarlep's continued caress of their clit and Raphael's cock racing through them.

The devil picks up on Tav's orgasm, pushing himself into it's throes. Each thrust that prolongs the cascade of pleasure ravaging Tav's body spurs him on, domineering the human in his grasp. He comes, drunken on power as his hand pull Tav's hips back over his cock. He crams into the slick opening forcing his unrestrained euphoria into Tav who shivers in the remnants of their own orgasm.

Unwilling to let the ecstasy go, Raphael keeps moving until his slack penis slips from Tav's slick cunt. Only then does he allow them to flop face first onto the mattress.

Tav breathes heavily, echoes of desire running through their body on the waves of satisfaction. A twinge of guilt weasels into their thoughts for Haarlep who still sits with his back against the headpiece, hard cock rising between his legs wet and wanting.

Tav makes an effort to curl up or turn around. Undecided between both options, they achieve little. That is fine. Their breath evens out and the soft fabric of the sheets cools their heated skin.

They don’t resist, when Haarlep pulls them towards him. Tav feels comfortably limp. Still they are sat up until they kneel between the incubus’ legs. Raphael leans over their shoulder hot breath whispering over Tav’s skin. "Touch him," the devil orders.

Tav reaches for the red cock lazily, stroking it gently. With Raphael’s body pressed against theirs, they can feel him react to it even as Haarlep sighs happily.

"What a good pup." Raphael reaches around Tav, sinking his hands between their legs. When his fingers elicit a little moan, he runs them along Tav’s sex, coating his fingers in the slick mixture of cum and desire. "But what a mess."

Wet hands curl around Tav’s, changing the rhythm on Haarlep's’ cock. The paladin let’s Raphael take the lead, watching, memorising what makes the incubus hard and greedy. But where Tav is ready to finish Haarlep off, the devil stops them. A deft pinch pulls the incubus back from the brink of coming.

"Not quite so fast. Turn around pup."

Tav obeys, kneeling awkwardly with the toes against Haarlep's’ balls. They play with that a little, watching the micro expressions flit over Raphael’s face. Holding their gaze, Raphael stands, raising his cock to Tav’s eye level, glistening with his cum and their desire.

"Such a mess." He repeats and rests a hand under Tav's chin. "Time to clean up."

Tav eyes the cock, half hard, human. This earning business was longer than they had bargained for. But they lean in, closing their eyes to concentrate when hands reach for their ass. Haarlep raises them gently and pulls Tav back over their stomach where Tav settles in a puddle of their own making. The incubus proceeds to pull their legs back until they straddle his sides.

"No distractions, please." Raphael’s tone is admonishing, soft but threatening consequences if not followed immediately.

Tav closes their lips over the tip of his cock, slipping their tongue under the skin, caressing and cleaning at the same time. It gets harder to ignore Haarlep’s fingers, though. They steal over Tav's skin, moving and touching, finally spreading their legs and resting their clit against the ridges of his hard-on. When he moves, Tav gasps. Tired as their body is, it must react to the touch of an incubus.

Haarlep lifts them up and for a tantalising moment, balances Tav over his cock. Raphael hardens at the sight, changing into his devil form to synchronise the anticipated pleasure. He buries both hands in Tav’s hair, pulling them closer. When the incubus slips in, Tav can barely get a groan out around the devil cock filling their mouth. Each ridge is pressing into their body from two locations and sends out a small shock wave with each bump.

Where their pussy was exhausted and content a moment ago, the touch of the incubus forces it back to want. Tav moans, letting go of Raphael’s cock who allows it for a moment. Then the devil tightens his hold, pulling painfully at the hair in his hands.

"No distractions," he hisses, though the quiver of his cock gives away the pleasure Tav’s predicament gives him. Even as Tav gulps it down, the ridges swell. Ridges they already feel moving up and down inside of them. Each thrust fires up their arousal as if they had not been fucked and come already.

The cleaning efforts turn erratic even though Haarlep is not fucking them towards release. His cock keeps them wanting, never fast enough, deep enough, never quite enough. Tav’s need increases. They suck hard on Raphael as if acting out their wishes on him would make Haarlep adhere to them. But the incubus keeps teasing. Knowing their effect on the mortal, Haarlep relishes in the power to arouse, to build up desire and fervour where exhaustion should reign.

It is an unfair set-up. The waves of near ecstasy caused by the incubus distract Tav from their job of licking Raphael clean. The devil retaliates any misstep eagerly, cock swelling as his claws break skin and leave red dotted lines on Tav.

"I think it is time for you to end this," Raphael finally says. It sounds like a suggestion but Tav knows a command when they hear it. The devil pries Tav's hands from his body and drops them between their legs in a clear indication of what Tav is supposed to do with them.

Resigned, Tav places fingers over their clit. If Haarlep moved just a little faster, that would have done it. But the incubus fucks them slow, careful not to overplay his hand. After an agonising while, Haarlep pulls one of Tav's leg out behind them, then the other. For a moment the paladin hangs suspended by little but two cocks before the hands of the incubus wrap around their chest. Nimble fingers caress as much as they hold up.

Tav falters, a faux pas immediately reproached by Raphael, jerking their head into place with by their hair. Tav struggles to stay in place, one hand touches down on the mattress, grazing Haarlep's balls. Without thinking, Tav closes their fingers around them and squeezes gently.

The reaction is immediate and unproportional. The incubus arches up, his pace quickening in feral need Tav rises and falls faster than their mouth can keep up with. Their lips stay in place mostly, because the devil refuses to release their head an inch.

Tav cannot deny the hunger of the incubus. One finger barley grazing their clit they come once more, riding the wild thrusts of Haarlep which push ever more fire up their body despite Tav already writing in ecstasy. They come and come with no way out as long as the incubus works them in his frenzy.

Raphael enjoys the spectacle, rock hard in Tav's mouth and moving deep down their throat. He waits for Tav to whimper out their exhaustion around his cock as Haarlep slows down on the devil's command.

He pulls away, looking down at the rumpled mortal before raising their chin with a clawed finger. "This is clean enough." His other hand closes around his cock, stroking it a few times. "Good enough to use again, don't you agree, little pup?" His eyes are drunk on power and desire.

As the devil steps away from Tav, Haarlep lowers them gently to the mattress. He does not pull out, though, moving inside them still, slow and promising. For a moment Tav simply feels the endless swell of lust between their legs, a fire that ignores the burn of raw skin and extorted muscle.

"Now, now. This is no time to dawdle."

The reproach in Raphael's voice makes Tav prop themself up in their elbows. It does nothing to ease the rhythm between their legs. Haarlep caresses their ass as he goes in, massaging it in a deft counterpoint to the hard cock.

"I will take it from here." Raphael snaps his fingers.

Haarlep pulls out immediately. Before Tav can wonder what to do now, the hands of the incubus reach for their shoulders and pull them backwards. It is a short manoeuvre to get them onto their back. Tav stares up a Haarlep's face past his glistening cock. But the incubus turns their face away, towards the real devil who is already pushing Tav's legs wide.

"Tell me what you want," he orders in a tone indicating that it is up to his digression only if Tav's wishes are met.

"Kiss me!" Tav spurts out unthinking.

Raphael leans in, running his hands over their chest, his claws follow Tav's scars, pressing into the skin almost to the breaking point. The devil contemplates the mirroring scars on the paladin's chest. While his fingers caress Tav's nipples, the nails of his thumbs re-draw the straight liens under them. "I can make those vanish," me muses.

"I like my scars," Tav breathes. Drawing breath unfettered by coursing desire feels novel and exciting. "Reminders of where I've been. What I've done."

"Who you've done." Raphael's eyes glint as his nails dig into soft skin.

"With claws?" Tav grins a challenge. "Too easy, I would say."

"But efficient." His index finger leaves a red line across Tav's collar bone. They wince which only entices the devil. He leans down and laps up the blood seeping from the fresh wound. "For starters," he murmurs into Tav's ear, moving up between their legs until his cock touches their sex.

Tav clasps hungry hands around his shoulders, arching up into the expected pleasure.

"Good pup," the devil murmurs. He leans down hard, pressing his cock deep into Tav and biting down on their should hard at the same time. The paladin wails in pained pleasure, writhing under the devil who thrusts down hard lapping at the blood from the fresh bite wound at Tav's shoulder.

When he lets go, Tav groans and is shut up with a forceful kiss. Raphael's mouth bears down on their lips, demanding and bloody, forcing their mouth open when Tav doesn't yield fast enough. The devil's tongue snaps into Tav's mouth claiming dominion.

Tav opens up, tasting their own blood along with the fire and sulphur of the devil. The fresh cut and bite pulse in sync with Raphael's penetrations. The ridges of the devil's cock grinds over Tav's g-spot, each stroke stoking their arousal. The want mingles with the aches of their tired body, the trickle of blood over their skin, the kiss pressing their head deep into the pillow.

A split moment is all Tav can spare to wonder where the incubus went to. Now that they can finally lay hands on the devil, Tav exploits it vigorously. The red skin is slightly rough under their fingers. The joints of the wings are new and move restlessly under their greedy touch. Tav closes a hand around the base of Raphael's tail.

It twists but the attempt to caress it falls short. The tail winds up and out of reach. Tav follows it with their gaze, tempted to pull it down into their grasp. But its tip is already in Haarlep's mouth and the incubus devours it with practised delight. He runs his tongue along it's side for Tav to see with a rakish glint in his eye and winks. The incubus rubs their body against Raphael's back with obvious intent and his hands work out of Tav's sight.

"Do not mind Haarlep," Raphael growls breaking away from Tav's lips. His teeth trail down their throat, leaving a trail of pinpricks on his way to the bite wound. "He only does what he is told."

Tav whimpers as the devil's mouth close over the broken skin, his tongue seeking out more blood and the infliction of exquisite pain. Their hand runs up his tail again, far as Tav can reach. They tug at it, but instead of yielding the object of desire, the devil runs a hand down Tav's thigh. For a short moment hand and cock press against Tav's pussy before the hand moves on.

Raphael hooks it behind Tav's knee, hauling their leg up until he has to cease ravaging their bruised shoulder. Haarlep's hands run down over the devil's shoulders as soon as he rises high enough and cold plummets over Tav's belly and seeps between their legs on the fluids of their desire.

For a while Raphael leans into the incubus. His thrusts turn languid, carving into the spread centre of Tav whose hands barely each his torso now. Tav groans in frustration which makes the devil laugh and the jolts lend his movements an erratic quality that stirs Tav in unexpected ways as the ridges of his cock hit on new spots. Tav rears up, moaning under each thrust.

When Raphael tires of the display of his effects, he straightens both of Tav's leg against his chest and puts his weight on them. Haarlep reaches around his master, taking hold of Tav's shins, caressing them with sharp claws. Raphael leans down for Tav's lips, driving his cock deep into them at this new angle, supported in his downward motion by the additional weight of the incubus pressing into him from behind.

Tav bucks, their body protests the squeezed position, but it is overpowered by the greed of the devil's mouth and relentless thrusts. They return the kiss, hurt and hungry, every motion of their pinned body more imagination than reality. Their hands rake over Raphael's back again, harassing wings and spine alike. When Tav reaches the base of his tail once more, they manage to get hold of it, running their hands over it's length.

Raphael gasps a hard moan and buries his face into Tav's bruised shoulder. The tail spins from their grasp, only to have it's tip slipping into their mouth moments after. The devil moves sluggish, thrusts delayed by the new rhythm Haarlep pounds into him.

The two are a well-practiced team but the addition of Tav throws the familiar rhythm off balance. Haarlep expects Raphael to be back already, when he is still pressing into Tav. In turn, the devil pulls back before Haarlep is ready to yield space. The offbeat movements crest Tav's lust in erretic patterns. They moan about to burst into a premature climax with one stroke, the next rips them back from the edge of orgasm, filling them up with hard desire but no release.

Gagged by the devil's tail, torn between the pain of him sucking at their wounded shoulder and the pleasure of his cock setting their insides on fire, Tav's hips buck. The tiny remnant of agency is stolen when Haarlep adds his weight to their legs, fucking Raphael towards his climax. Tav pulls at the devil's wings. That small pains enhance his pleasure is a lesson they learnt fast.

Raphael retaliates by biting down into their shoulder again and drawing more blood. The tip of his tail surges down their throat but the discomfort is pushed into the background again by the grinding of devil cock in their body. Small ridges around it are now close enough to dig into the soft tissue between their legs. Each time Raphael buries himself in them completely, ripples of hard skin drag across their clit just before and after the ridges inside of them bump over the g-spot on Raphael's way in and out.

Tav throws their head back, agony and ecstasy mingling in the strangled noises escaping their mouth. The devil's breath comes in hot bursts over their broken skin. Raphael forgets to suck up Tav's blood this close to his climax and it runs onto the sheet in a tickling trickle.

Tav cries out, tension running through their body in search of release as they come. But the ecstasy is trapped, squeezed in tight under the two fiends still working Tav for their own pleasure. The paladin wails as waves of their orgasm course through their body with no way out. They curl up against the battering devil, dragging desperate nails over his back.

Raphael comes with a violent thrust. His cock dives deep into Tav's body to release its load, returning again and again with desperate force, adding and spreading cum. Finally able to ride out their own orgasm, Tav strains into the slowing movements. They rock on their back, sucking hard on the tip of Raphael's tail. Relief washes over them, a shudder with each push of Raphael who is lost in his own rapture.

When Tav opens their eyes, Haarlep vanished. Raphael rests heavily on them, rocking himself inside them for the last dredges of ecstasy, savouring them with hooded eyes. He falls still and for a while the room is quite except for the deep, heavy breaths of its occupants.

"Well, well, well." Raphael props himself up and looks at the completely dishevelled Tav still trapped under his body. "Maybe you did earn some ascended fiend penetration."

Tav doesn't reply. They are exhausted and over satisfied. Their body hangs on to the throes of passion in a weird, reverse way that trembles in their flesh and weaves strands of yearning through it. The idea to take more now is overwhelming.

But the devil doesn't pause. He rises to stand over the paladin like the hunter over their trophy. His yellow eyes glow in triumph, power speaking in every of his movements. "And do not worry. Fatigue doesn't translate from form to form." He beats his wings once and transforms into a towering being of white of fire contained between gnarly, blackened bones. Barbs adorn his tail, arms and wings, spikes that protrude without mercy. The ascended fiend looms over Tav, three-skulled head gazing down intently.

Tav rakes their eyes of the burning figure. They cannot see a cock, but there are plenty spikes ready to impale. The spine-y tail cuts through Raphael's legs, right between those of Tav. The point of the blackened tip slips between their folds, hot and smooth. Tav gasps. Their fingers dig into the sheet as the tip travels deeper. It widens their entrance, pushing almost too far for comfort.

At this point Haarlep returns, towelling at their crotch and leering at Tav sitting spread-legged over the devil's tail. He takes up position behind Tav again, gently propping them up against his chest, hands wandering over their front.

Raphael allows his incubus to dip his hands between Tav's legs, caressing the wearied clit, infusing his magic into Tav's worn body. The paladin moans, unable to deny the sensual pull of the incubus and Raphael's tail that twitches restless in their pussy. They lean back, looking up at the burning figure, feeling heat running into their veins again.

Slowly, Raphael takes a wider stance. The infernal cock rises from his crotch, searing white with barely any black bone to outline it. Tav licks their lips unthinking. That earns them a smug laugh from the devil. He grabs Tav's shoulders, raising them up until they can reach his cock with their mouth.

Tav's face floods with heat, but they lean in, slipping the glowing rod between their lips. It is hot, almost uncomfortably so, with bumps and ridges unlike anything Tav knows. They explore the topography and imagine how it will feel inside of them. The teasing tail entices the fantasy with its relentless rustle.

Sulphur and iron come with the heat of the hellish hard-on. Tav sucks them up, curling their tongue around foreign lumps. The heat dries their mouth as they work their way up and around, engorging themself on as much of the incandescent cock as fits their mouth. Their eyes rove over the devil's burning body, hunger and greed stoked by Haarlep's caresses.

On a sign from Raphael, the incubus pulls Tav back. The devil lowers himself to the floor, eyes roving over the mortal and his incubus, both ready to fulfil his every desire. He smiles and caresses Tav's face with a bony hand.

"This is what you came for, isn't it, little pup?"

Tav nods into the hand framing their jaw. They run their own over the twisted black bones keeping the dancing fire in check. This is what disrupts their life and they want to know. They want all of the fiend before them. Goosebumps rise on Tav's skin as their imagination runs wild; they squirm on the tip of the hot tail between their legs, under Haarlep's incubus touch that infuses everything with blind desire.

"You have earned it," Raphael purrs. "And so I will let you choose: either you see this body fuck you senseless, every last movement close up and in detail. But I will fucking Haarlep. Or you don’t see me, you turn your back, but you get me up your cunt until you weep? What will it be?"

Tav takes a deep breath. They didn’t come this far to forgo the fiendish cock. With protesting muscles they prop themselves up and slowly turn over, presenting their raw cunt to the devil.

"Such a well-trained little pup." He runs a hand over heir ass. "This deserves a treat, don’t you think?"

On a cue Tav couldn’t see, Haarlep morphs into their body, legs spread around their head. It is strange to be faced with their own sex, labia slick, clit swollen from use and anticipation.

"Go on." Raphael spreads their legs a little further. "Help yourself."

The devil thrust himself in hard and deep. Tav feels each ridge and knot of the fiendish cock raking through them. In unfiltered form, it sets every nerve on fire, digging desire through each fibre of their being. Tav throws their head back in a hapless moan. If the echoes disrupted their life, the real thing disrupted their very essence.

"More," the word drips from their lips in a desperate whisper.

Raphael leans over them, whispering in their ear: "Have I ever been anything bur generous?" His thrusts come fast, yielding depth for friction, but still going down all the way every so often.

Tav wails in arousal, every muscle in their body quivering with desire and exhaustion.

"Now, be a good pup and help." The devil presses Tav’s head down between Haarlep’s legs. The incubus takes over quickly, guiding Tav’s mouth over their clit. The trapped paladin lets out a gurgle, fighting for breath with their own tongue expertly moving over the familiar clit.

When they try to rise for a breather, Haarlep grabs their arms with a low chuckle. The incubus pins them behind Tav’s back with one hand, as the other presses their head back down between the spread legs. "Know your place."

The command comes in Tav’s own voice, and they obey unthinking. Immediately, the ghost of their own tongue teases at their clit drawing arousal and want with each lick. In concert Raphael’s cock fills them up entirely, its hard ridges hitting over the g-point with each move.

Suffocated moans escape Tav’s mouth and ghost lost over Haarlep’s skin. Tav sways under the devil’s rhythm, barely holding up on their knees. Heavy thrusts press their face against Haarlep’s crotch, making them all but swallow the overstrained clit.

Tav arches, pressing their head up into Haarlep’s guiding hand and their ass into Raphael’s thrust. Poised on the breaking point of release, they let tears run free.

With a sudden, Raphael falls still. He leans over Tav’s body, hot chest pressing against their shoulders. The weight bows Tav deep into Haarlep who moans unabashedly. Curled under the weight of the fiend, his black bones pressing creases into their flesh, Tav quivers on the brink of ecstasy.

But the devil holds still, holds them still, too. "What will you give me?" he murmurs into their ear.

Tav tries to buck. But their muscles are worn out, the devil’s hold is firm, and their position is without leverage.

"What will you give me?" Raphael repeats, his hot breath grazes Tav’s ear.

Haarlep pulls Tav’s head up by their hair for an answer, leering into their smeared face with obvious delight.

"My body," Tav mumbles.

"I already have that." Raphael moves, almost enough to ignite Tav’s climax. "What else can you offer me?"

"Once," Tav gasps. "You have this body once."

"Oh, but I rather think you will be back for more." The voice drips with smug self-satisfaction. "You may think you won’t, but I know that echoes of this will bring your fragile body right back to my doorstep."

Tav tries to think. But all conscious thought circles their utter arousal, the hairsbreadth separating them from ultimate ecstasy. Can they resist the pull when the echoes of ascended Raphael fucking Haarlep in their body into oblivion return? They want to say yes, only to have a bargaining chip. But everybody in this room knows better.

Not their soul. It is the obvious prize Raphael is after. Tav should have seen this coming, but they had been too busy, well, coming. What is left of them to give away, then? Tav closes their eyes, floating on the sensations of Haarlep pulling on their hair, Raphael stretched out over their back, cock buried deep inside.

"My heart," they finally spit out.

Raphael rises, surprised by the answer. His cock drags along Tav’s insides, rekindling the delicious fire in an instant. They lean into the motion, eyes closed, mouth dripping with their own desire, cunt quivering around the devil’s cock, wet and wide. They may have overplayed their hand. Tav moves in a desperate attempt to gain their prize anyway. And as the devil claimed, they’ would be back anyway.

But Raphael stops them, clasping Tav’s ass with long boned hands. They moan but are cut short when Haarlep presses Tav's mouth over their clit again. Tav sucks, weeping with want that their wriggling rear cannot elicit.

"Cheeky little pup." The words roll over Tav like and avalanche as Raphael slips deeply into them again. "Cheeky, cheeky, cheeky." Each word is emphasised with a heavy thrust. Tav rakes their front teeth over their clit, pleasure and pain mingling with the renewed strokes. Carelessly, Raphael pushes down into their body, taking every last inch they have to yield.

Relentless he pursues his own lust now, burrowing his want into the destitute body before him. The hopeless writhing and suffocated moans inciting an ever faster pace. Tav gasps short bursts of air out between their teeth, caught up in the escalating scouring of their body. They only thing holding them up is the devil’s iron grip on their ass.

Unable to escape his pace or add to it, Tav roils in their own desire, cresting almost into ecstasy with each thrust that send ripples through their body crowning out from the g-spot into toes, fingers, and their own rubbing tongue. Tav’s world sinks into a blood red blur of desire. Their overstrained nerves fire a last SOS when Raphael tightens his grip.

He lashes forwards, and Tav breaks. They wail out their ecstasy, back bent downwards, head resting on their chin between Haarleps legs. The incubus blurs before Tav’s eyes, not his fault but that of their eyes that let go with the same abandon as the rest of their body. Tav shakes, fretting like a leave in the wind to release the tension throughout their body.

Waves of satisfaction roll over them, interrupted by the staccato of Raphael finishing himself off. This thrusts set off echoes of ecstasy, making Tav mewl and twist with unbearable pleasure. At long last, the devil relinquishes his hold on their ass. Tav jumps on the chance to add their rhythm to the abating pushes. The irregular syncopes entice and reward at the same time.

It takes their bodies a long time to settle. Time enough for the devil to reach out and thrust two fingers into Haarlep’s cunt, demanding Tav help finish the incubus off. Haarlep reclines, surprise quickly hidden under heavy lids.

The experience is slow, languid in the afterglow of Tav’s mind. The echo in their own body is soft, as if there was nothing left to rise in eager desire. The final orgasm washes over them gentle like waves lapping over a familiar shore.

With a sigh, Haarlep lowers onto the mattress. As he relaxes, the incubus takes Raphael’s from again, the form grafted into his being. Tav slips between the two fiends, ridges and bones cutting into their tired flesh. They close their eyes. There is no knowing when Raphael will kick them out. They are determined to savour each moment until then.

Consciousness slips away, but it feels safe. And what can even happen? Raphael knows they will be back for more and so do they. Escape is an illusion, and Tav doesn’t have the heart any longer to entertain it.

#bg3 #bg3 raphael #raphael bg3 #raphael x tav #raphael x tav x haarlep #100% smut #no plot whatsoever #sleazy second hand car dealer

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belovedwhore · 1 year

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pretty boy pt 4

ethan landry x reader

warnings: smut, little bit of plot, slight nipple play, oral (f!receiving), overstimulation

notes: sorry i’ve been gone for a while but i’m back and i come bearing gifts. i hope you enjoy this cuz i grinded this shit outttt. anyways enough chit chat please enjoy and indulge you ethan obsession below

also he was at econ

pt 1 , pt 2 , pt 3 , pt 4 , pt 5 , pt 6

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it’d been almost a week since the party and the morning after where you and ethan had hooked up. you guys haven’t done anything since, not really having time between your opposing classes or any opportunities to sneak away from your friend group when you all hung out. but you’d see him tonight at yet another frat party chad was dragging your friend group to.

“chad what are you a frat boy now,” you asked while your friend group walked campus, making your way back to your apartments to get ready for the party.

it was already 7:30pm and you guys wanted to meet up again around 9pm to walk to the party together.

“fits the role, i mean look at him he’s a curly headed himbo,” tara teased.

“hey i’m not a frat boy,” chad argued, “but… if i were that wouldn’t be a bad thing ya know not all of them are douchey assholes.”

“yea, only ones named chad,” mindy chimed.

“oh fuck off,” he scoffed as the rest of us laughed.

after like twenty more minutes you arrived at tara’s apartment building. you held the door as mindy, tara, and anika headed inside. chad was going to head to his dorm to get ready and come back later.

“see you later,” he spoke as he started to leave.

“oh wait,” you stopped him, “is ethan coming tonight?”

he smirked at your question, making kissy faces teasingly as you inquired about your “friend”.

“oh fuck off is he or not?”

“yea he’ll be there but later than us, he has a late econ class tonight so he’s coming on his own,” chad finally answered.

“ok, good,” you replied nodding to yourself.

“well i’ll be back,” he said heading for the door, “see you soon sex demon.”

this goddamn nickname, fucking tara.

as promised chad returned about an hour later and you guys all left for the party. it wasn’t too far a walk, just fifteen from tara’s apartment. the theme for the party was neon so you opted for a white crop top with a neon pink skirt. the other girls pretty much went for the same thing just a different variety of colors. and of course our beloved himbo went for the sleeveless route with a pair of neon blue shorts. the five of you arrived at the house and were let into the party. it was a house party, nothing too crazy but there were a lot more people than usual, the lighting dim in the living room with blue leds around. anika and mindy left to go find a spot on a couch somewhere, they enjoyed people watching at these things. you, tara, and chad spotted a table of jell-o shots, each taking down three. you guys talked as the alcohol started to affect you, dancing and singing to the music. after a while you guys headed to kitchen to get some more to drink. the lighting was better in the kitchen as the three of you took three shots of vodka together. as you slightly zoned out you felt the shots start to warm your skin as you had just downed your sixth of the night, giggling with tara fumbling for a drink to carry around. snapping you out of your daze was a yell that came from chad.

“ethan,” he screamed across the island over the loud music, “you made it.”

ethan made his way to over to the them on the other side of the island, slightly stumbling.

he drunkenly laughed, “hey guysss, look it’s my friends!”

he wrapped his arms around the three of you, well as best as he could. you weren’t exactly sure how he was already drunk and better yet a little drunker than you.

“ethan buddy,” chad laughed, “when’d you get here and how are you so fucked up?”

“i’m not ‘fucked up’ chad,” he playfully punched him, “just slightly buzzed, and some guys from my class said they were coming here too and invited me to pregame.”

“pregaming wow,” tara gasped patting him on the shoulder, “who are you.”

you laughed at her exaggeration, tara was quite outspoken well more than usual and touchy when she drank, very similar to you.

she chirped, “chad come with me we’re gonna go kick ass at pong,” grabbing his hand leading him into the crowd.

“you mean i’m gonna kick ass at pong while you stand there looking hot,” he scoffed, allowing himself to be dragged away leaving you and ethan alone in the busy kitchen.

his hand began to dance along your waist tracing the exposed skin, sending chills up your body.

“i haven’t seen you in a while,” he told you, moving closer so you could hear him clearly.

“i know,” you swiftly answered.

“i’ve missed you, you know, in more ways than one,” he trailed off, his hand reaching up your back.

“oh really,” you inquired, “you’re cute like this.”

“like what.”

“drunk and talkative and touching me.”

“oh i-i could do more of that, hmm” he whispered moving closer to your face.

“mhmm i’d really like that-,” you rushed out kissing him quickly.

you both melted into the kiss, having not seen each other for days, longing for each others touch. ethan took control for the first time in this kiss. you felt him bite your bottom lip slightly, pulling it and using this as an opportunity to slip his tongue into your mouth. his tongue explored the depths of your mouth, eager to know you better. you moaned into the kiss, pulling him closer to you by his waist when suddenly you felt him pull away. you were both breathing heavily, his lips were red and plump from your kiss and you only wanted to do it again.

“upstairs,” he spoke, taking your hand and leading you to any empty room.

took about four tries but finally you found an unlocked and unoccupied room, rushing inside. as you entered the room ethan quickly resumed your kiss walking you back until the back of your legs hit the bed and you both fell atop of it. he hovered above you kissing you strongly and massaging your thigh. he brought your leg to his waist, grinding onto your center as he moved his lips to your neck. he kissed your earlobe, sucking marks into your skin that were sure to be seen tomorrow. you whimpered as he nipped at your neck, licking stripes after irritating the area.

“e-ethan,” you moaned, gripping his hair tightly.

moving your hand down his body you reached his clothed cock, hidden under his joggers. you began to palm him through the material, massaging his hardening member as he trembled above you. then you felt him grab your wandering hand and move it above your head, now straddling your hips.

breathing heavily he removed his own hand, moving his lips down your chest, pressing quick, wet kisses to your collarbone and down the valley of your chest. he rubbed your tits through your shirt and bra, peeling back the layers to reveal your plump tits and hardened nipples to the air. he immediately attached his lips to one nipple while playing with the other, rolling it between his fingers, pinching it. you squirmed under his body, yearning for any type of friction to help relieve pressure on the knot forming inside of you as he tended to you nipples. he switched to the other, swirling his tongue around the bud sucking on it. you jolted under him as he pinched and pulled at your chest, the fleeting pain soothed by the lick of his tongue.

“you are so fucking hot,” ethan groaned into your abdomen, kissing farther and farther down.

he reached your skirt, looking up to you for permission to take it off which you granted by helping him take them off. he now knelt on the ground in front of you on the bed, legs spread in front of him bearing your clothed cunt. he placed your legs over his shoulders, resting his head between your thighs, breathing directly on your cunt.

“ethan p-please,” you whined, moving your hips, pushing your mound closer to him begging him to do something, anything.

he pressed his thumb on your slit, running it through your clothed folds. you could feel his breath on your cunt, laughing to himself as he teased you. he found your clit, massaging it under his finger feeling it enlarge. taking a deep breath you quickly lightly kicked ethan onto the floor before removing your panties yourself since he clearly had no plan to anytime soon.

“stop fucking around,” you cursed breathlessly now sitting up on the bed with your legs spread.

you took off your shirt and bra, tossing them somewhere onto the floor. ethan still lay on the floor looking up at your now fully naked body. he was basically salivating at the lips, moving closer to you as you started moving your hands towards your bundle of nerves. you reached your cunt, dipping your fingers in one swipe making you moan loudly at the sensitivity of your nerves. ethan approached again, kneeling between your legs heading straight for your cunt. he licked between your folds as you lay back on your arms watching him.

“oh my god,” you moaned.

“y-you’re so wet,” he whispered between your legs, delving back into your pussy.

he placed his entire mouth on your heat, flicking his tongue between your folds, collecting your fluids. he sucked on your clit strongly, gripping your hips, keeping you close to his face. you dropped on the bed unable to hold yourself up any longer. whining under his touch, you grinded your pussy on his face eager for more.

“ethan fuck i-i,” you stuttered as he attacked your clit, “so good.”

he groaned at your praise, sending vibrations through your body as his mouth was attached to your heat. you could feel the bundle of nerves become tighter in tighter in your core, close to unraveling.

“m’ so close pretty boy,” you moaned out with a string of profanities.

suddenly you felt his tongue enter inside of you, licking the inside of your walls and you nearly came right there. you gasped, the feeling shocking you as you moaned with pleasure.

“don’t- don’t stop,” you pleaded although it was clear ethan had no intention of doing that.

he gripped your hips tighter, pushing his tongue deeper into your cunt, fucking you with it. you squirmed in his hold, struggling to keep yourself composed as you rapidly approached your high. your legs trembled on his shoulders as you started to lose strength in your limbs. fucking you harder and faster with his tongue you lost all composure and came hard. you released all over his tongue and mouth as he rode you through your high, still attached to your sensitive heat. your legs trembled, falling limp as your body shook with your orgasm, ripping through every part of you.

“ethan,” you groaned weakly, “fucking hell.”

you pulled him off of your cunt by slightly tugging on his hair, the overstimulation getting to be too much. he crawled up to your position on the bed, kissing your forehead and all around your face with your juices lathered across his face.

“good?” he asked as if you weren’t violently cumming in that very mouth sixty seconds ago.

“really fucking good,” you answered quietly.

“can you do it again?” he whispered, reaching his fingers down to toy with your pussy.

“you-” you gasped as he ran his fingers through your overly sensitive folds, “m’not gonna be able to walk.”

“i’m strong, i’ll carry you.”

“you’re not gonna fucking ca-,” you spoke interrupt by two of his fingers stretching your cunt.

“cmon for me,” he whispered, “for your pretty boy.”

you couldn’t deny the pleasure, as you nodded for him to continue fucking you with his fingers. he started slow, curling them inside you while observing your face contort at the stimulation. he kissed you softly as he began to fuck into you faster, curling deeper and harder into your already sensitive cunt. you moaned into the kiss, now opened mouthed looking at his fingers move in and out of you. as your head rolled back from the familiar building pressure in your cunt ethan placed kisses along your neck, sucking marks into the skin and whispering sweet nothings into your ear,

“gonna cum in my pants,” he breathed into your ear, “y-you’re too much.”

his words spurred you on as you rolled your hips against his fingers chasing your second release of the night. for the final time ethan increased his pace, now ramming his finger deeply into your cunt. the sound was obscene as his fingers rapidly entered your cunt still filled with your previous release along with your new arousal. you whimpered under his touch,

“oh my, fuck fuck,” you yelled, approaching your high.

ethan kissed you as your second orgasm ripped through you. you pushed his hand out of you, unable to take the overstimulation again. he rubbed your legs as they twitched while you came. your breath was heavy, unable to take the orgasms you’d reached in the span of five minutes. you turned your head towards him, kissing him weakly with all the strength you had.

“only you, pretty boy,” you spoke breathlessly, “only fucking you.”

he helped you sit up as you needed to get dressed.

“i was nervous,” he told you as he fetched your clothes from all over the room, “never done that before.”

“be nervous more then cause you nearly fucking killed me.”

he looked worried before you clarified, “in a good way.”

“ohhh, kay good,” he smiled kissing all over your face before helping you dressed.

you put on your bra and top okay. but you let ethan put on your skirt and panties because of the current state of your legs. he kneeled on one knee, letting you hold his shoulders as you stepped into your panties and he pulled them up your legs, same with the skirt.

“ok, let’s go everyone is probably looking for us,” you said as you stepped forward but faltered.

he caught you by your hips, laughing at your inability to really walk on your own.

you lightly punched him in the shoulder, “this isn’t funny, you did this to me. what are we supposed to tell everyone?”

“i don’t know,” he shrugged still smiling.

“oh fuck you,” you scoffed turning around, “now help me out of here.”

ethan hurried to your side, opening the door and guiding the two of you out of the room.

#smut #scream 6 #ethan landry smut #ghostface #scream #ethan landry #ethan landry x reader #no plot whatsoever #scream fanfic

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jestersvanity · 10 months

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Miguel o'hara x Reader : Beg for me

Warnings: noncon, angry man, he's being a meanie and you broke his heart. Possessive borderline abusive?? 💀 The belt! whipping, blood. Cum eating Idk man yeah. Lol porn without a plot? Degrading, Gender neutral but leaning more fem (not edited)

You and miguel broke up, it was a messy. After all the fighting and screaming you were left voiceless as he stormed out of your appartment. Just like that it was silent. You didn't reach out and he didn't reach out. You didn't turn up to work anymore, opting to to find a new job away from the massive building crawling with spider people.

Although the breakup was tough you were getting through it day by day.

A new job definitely took your mind off it as well as some well deserved self care.

It was maybe two months later, you had just finished taking a shower, all cleaned up and feeling better.

All the skincare and self are treatments made you feel alot better after your less than ideal day of work. Lavender room diffuser on, favourite songs playing softly in your room. Comfortable fresh pyjamas? Check. Ambient soft lighting? Absolutely.

Heading towards the kitchen to make yourself a nice up of tea before settling in with a book for the night. As you make your way to the kitchen, the light flicks on only enough to illuminate the bench top. Sitting on a barstool was a silhouette all to familiar. You jump a bit not extecting to see him before composing yourself again. There he sat arms crossed, sitting in the shadows facing you.

"What the fuck do you want?" asking tiredly with a hint of frustration in your voice. The distain still as clear as day with emphasis on every word.

He just sits there silently "A hello would be nice", he's voice deep and threatening.

"what hello? You practically broke in my appartment" throwing your hands up in frustration. "what do you want?" glaring expectantly.

He doesn't speak as he stands up walking closer to you, backing you into the cold edge of the dining table. Not letting up, he presses his body up against you, his heavy body effectively pinning you against the table. Hands planted firmly against his chest pushing back doing almost nothing. Suddenly a rough grip lands on your chin, clamping harshly onto you jawline. "look at me", he demands coldly as he forces you to look up at him. He was always a bit of a arrogant dick. Reluctantly, your eyes trail up his chest untill you meet his eyes. "what do you want?" asking through gritted teeth.

Leaning in closer he whisper into your ear "I am going to make you beg for me back" his words sharp as you feel your heart thump a little but harder. Despite all his rudeness and stubbornness, it was hard denying the effects this absolute jackass had on you.

"fuck you o'hara ", the poison In your words dripping. The grip he has on your jaw tightens as he glares at you silently. The air is still and tense as a short glaring contest begins. After a few seconds of silence "alright, the hard way it is" he says with a threatening grin. Letting go he backs off ever so slightly. Confused you straighten yourself back up looking at him. Then in a split second he flips you around slamming you into the wooden dining table, pinning you down agressively. Almost feeling the bruises form as your pelvic region gets roughly shoved against the corner of the table. Struggling to no avail, he forcefully holds both of your hands behind your back as you lay on the table bent over. "miguel stop it" "stop" "what the hell let go" your protest falling on deaf ears. The rope like webs pinch your skin as they tighten. His knees forcing your legs to spread open unwillingly. "miguel what are you doing?" trying again to get an answer, only resulting in a harsher shove into the table. Moments later the unmistakable sound of the undoing of the belt reaches your ears and you look back as much as you can with your face against the table. "miguel please no, not like this, I don't want it" a tinge of fear taints your pleas as you try to get him to stop.

He responds with a slight chuckle "that's not going to work" he sings out tauntingly. His eyes dark with anger as he slides he's belt out griping it his other hand. Moving the hand on your neck down your torso holding you down on the table as he stands slightly off to the side, the belt up in the air ready to strike down. "I want to see your pretty little face cry, okay honey?" he says almost soothingly.

Roughly ripping your pajama bottoms off along with your underwear with his claws. A cool breeze hits your lower region. Before a sharp pain shoots through your body along with a harsh smack. Letting out a muffled yelp as tears already trying to force their way out of your eyes. "nothing?" he questions as he lands another sharp sting on your ass. Your breathing becomes heavier as you hold your tears back, thighs closing up out of instinct. "no no no, legs. Open" he cooes as he uses the belt to softly tap the inside of your thighs. When you keep them closed he lands another harsh whip which makes you immediately snap your legs back open as you bite down on your lip. "that's what I though" miguel spat out as he landed a few more harsh slaps. "do u want me to stop?" he asks softly. "fuck you miguel" you grit out as your voice cracks, the tears silently dripping onto the table. "suit your self" he says dismissively as he lands slaps harder and faster, not letting time for you to brace yourself again. Each sting shoot through you leaving heat eminating from your bum.

It's angry and harsh as each stroke illicits a small grunt as he exerts energy. All you can do is hold in your muffled whimpers as you take it refusing to beg. "oh what soft skin you have" he purred out as he sees your skin break from the impact. His hot tounge glides along the split skin sending shivers up your spine as he lick up the blood. At this point your legs are shaking in pain, body trembling. It's getting harder to breath as you choke on your own tears.

His whips are sudden and cruel, the speed leaves whooshing sounds in the air. Finally caving in "baby stop please" you cry out, "hmm? What's that?" he teases darkly as he lands more on your ass. "baby please no more it hurts", "honey stop it", "babe, babe I can't I don't want this" you cry out. All the endearments in your arsenal getting desperately thrown out. Your please only met with "beg like you mean it whore". The blood is dripping down your legs as more skin breaks from the blows, you hate to admit this but you are also dripping from excitement, a part of you liked this despite the other half of you protesting. He let's go from pressing your torso to the table opting to swap hands with the whipping using his full force. It's a bloody mess and he's enjoying seeing you writhe in pain. Screaming and pleading for mercy.

He roughly yanks the back of your t-shirt letting you fall on the floor with a thump, unable to balance yourself with trembling legs. Roughly gripping the back of your head with a fit full of hair, he lifts you up onto your knees, back arched, bloody and bruised ass up as he shoves your tear stained face to the floor. Staying there in that position as he let's go, being too tired and exhausted from screaming, crying and begging. "lick and beg for me back" he spits out. As he told you beg and plead "please I'm a stupid slut, I'm nothing without you" you beg as you kiss and lick his boots inbetween pleas. Desperately like a dog eager to please their master.

The sharp and distinct sound which indicates the camera is recoding rings through the air as miguel stands there with he's phone recording, a smug smirk on his face "keep begging" he demands like he's oblivious as to why you stopped.

The blood, drool, wetness and tears mix on the wooden floors. "come on you can do better than that" he taunts as he taps the belt against your cheek, finally landing a harsh strike across your face. More tears spill from the shock as he lands another on the other side of your stunned face. You are angry, tired, throbbing unfortunately despite wanting to hate him. Wiggling up on your knees pressing your face into his thigh you grind on his wet boot mouth open as if you were sucking invisible cock. Begging for his as you drool and cry, making incorehent strings of pleas mixed with almost porn like moans and whimpers. Your previously innocent look in your eyes replaced with submission and needyness. He just stands there filming, ocassionaly rubbing his boot against you making you whimper a bit more. "you don't deserve my cock, you know? Your not worth it" The sloppier you are the more he knows you are close. Untill finally your eyes roll back in extacy as you choke on your own pleasure. Your fluids mixing with the mess that's already on the floor.

He just wordlessly shoves you off his legs as you lay slumped on the floor. He just films you and your mess, your tear stained face.

He picks you up roughly by the shirt like a animal getting carried by their parent as you dangle. Moving you to the couch, bent over, he aggressively opens your legs, filming your holes, spreading you open for the camera to see. He tears your t-shirt off leaving a burn mark around where your collar sat as he snatches it off quickly. Chucking it to the side. "look at this worthless slut" reaching around roughly shoving his fingers in your mouth covering them in spit before going back, shoving his fingers in you, opening you up, pumping his digits in and out as you let out soft tired moans.

The exhaustion is overwhelming as you lay bent over the couch body limp. "I'm going to use you like the fucking fleshlight you are" he growls as the shuts off the camera chucking his phone on the opposite side of the couch.

Before you register anything he's already roughly shoved his fat cock inside you, not giving you time to adjust as he slams against you. The pain making you scream out for him to stop as his hips smash into your tender ass. He ignores you, lifting you up choking you in his biceps as he gropes your chest. It's fast, as he pounds into you mercilessly, his breathing heavy.

All you can manage to do is to cry out for him, it feels like you are getting ripped in half as the pain shoots through your torso.

He keeps going even though he's shot his thick warm cum into you multiple times, feeling it slug down your thighs over the now crusted up blood.

It becomes sloppier as you feel him become tired, his choke hold still firmly around your neck.

You feel him slip out after his final load and a few more pumps. The throbbing is warm as cum leaks out of you as it drips onto the floor with muted impact. Miguel gets up his breathing heavy as he smacks your ass on more time. He sticks two fingers in your cum filled holes, curling them a bit like a scoop till there was a decent puddle of cum sitting on his digits. Then holding them to your face. "eat it" he says sternly with a twinkle of amusement as he watches. Opening our mouth up obediently you lick and suck the cum on his fingers up swallowing every last drop like you were starving. Wiping on his drool covered fingers in the fabric of the couch.

Freely walking into your bathroom to clean himself up as he leaves you naked and tied up over the arms of the couch. The pulsating heat downstairs slows down agonisingly gradual, before the emptyness of not having him sets in.

He walks back out a few mins later it's silent as he makes his way over to the couch in a leasurly stroll picking up his phone and playing back the recording of you for a bit before shutting it off with a satisfactory nod. The sounds of yourself make you want to cry more, the tightness in your chest welling up as you try to recollect the events of the past hour or four.

He just sits down on the couch, you are too tired to move, arms till tied up behind your back. Placing a warm hand on your cheek before softly stroking your hair softly. A stark contrast from before. It feels nice but the circumstances stop you from letting yourself melt into his affection completely. "If you try to leave again, you know the concequences. Okay honey?" his voice chillingly normal as he uses a thumb to wipe the hushed tears away.

A/N: uhhh yeah lol idk but hope some of y'all enjoyed. I need him so fuck NG bad 😵‍💫

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ssunkissedsunflowerss · 1 year

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“Nice and toasty”

no plot, no direction whatsoever. i cannot sleep, i cannot get the hush scene out of my head, i have much love for shuri, there is a sara x shinobu fanart (genshin) that i saw and has been stuck in my head ever since, simply wanted to blow off some steam. ***needless to say, it’s smutty towards the end.***

“I’m coming back. I’m coming back for you.”

“Liar.” You mutter, voice soft and shaky, small tendrils of clouds escaping out of your mouth as warm breath collides with the icy cold air.

Around you, fluttering from the sky with such beauty and elegance are a flurry of fluffy white snow. Some of the tiny ice blossoms softly kisses you on your cherry suffused cheeks while others keep making their descend until they grace the ground with their velveteen presence.

Meanwhile, you walk the white carpet, drenched to the bone like a drowned rat, swaying and wobbly on your feet like a sickly leaf precariously hanging onto its branch. It has been amidst creating snow angels on a thick blanket of snow, giggling like toddlers and savouring the little flavourful bits of your shared moment together, that your fun has been rudely spoiled. After all, your girlfriend has left her nation not to have a date with you but to attend an important conference.

Going out tonight with you has been a risk she is willing to take, and you, having been missing her sorely after being apart for quite a spell, have had no reasons to say no. However, walking back to your apartment snow soaked and alone is definitely not how you have pictured the grand finale of your date. You have been having such great time, stealing sweet kisses and drenching each other in saccharine words. Making the most out of your little time together, you have been squeezing it for all its worth. Not a dot is to leave unspared. How anticlimatic that it has to end the way it is.

As your mind has been plagued with rampant thoughts, it is no surprise that you fail to notice the presence of another until a hand is tightly pressed over your mouth. Startled, you struggle. Nothing but foolish attempts that bear no fruits as an arm slithers across your waist. It maintains a strong, unyielding grip, as you are pulled into a body, and being pulled further still into a dark alleyway. Your struggles, however, do not cease, writhing and kicking your feet with all your might.

“Shhh, it’s me, love.”

The warmth of her breath softly caresses the tip of your ear. Her voice, husky and hushed, is a tranquilliser, dissolving in you ear like warm cocoa. Only then do you calm.

Caged in her arms and sandwiched between her body and the wall is you, and suddenly, you find the cold no longer a bother. You watch a finger finding home on her lips, a silent hint for you to keep quiet. As she peeks her head out from your hiding place to survey the vicinity, all you can feel is your heart throbbing giddily. How she can make but a plain gesture, something as mundane as hushing, ridiculously, arrestingly captivating is beyond you.

“I think I’ve lost them.”

She looks mighty fine simply standing before you. So, finding your fingers wandering towards her waist, too, is beyond your control.

She welcomes you eagerly, unclasping your fingers on her waist only to reposition them behind her back. “Come here.” Her arms then find home across your back, gathering you into her chest and keeping your bodies firmly pressed together.

It feels as if a thick, cosy blanket has been settled over you. Her body heat alone seems to instantly thaw the chill in your very bones as you feel pleasantly warm all over. Your face has found sanctuary in the little nook of her neck where you nuzzles her like an affectionate kitten.

“Hmm, you’re so warm.” When you hum, she counters. “You’re so cold.”

Her hands leave you. They are instead brought over to her mouth where she blows warm air into the little cocoon, rubs them against each other. Once satisfied, she settles them atop your cheeks, gingerly cradling the frozen cherries in the warm palms of her hands.

“I’m sorry I couldn’t come back sooner, my love.”

Her forehead descends onto yours, her lips whisper-soft as she kisses the lovely, little arch of your nose.

“But, I know just the thing to make you warmer.” You feel her smile on your lips when she presses a kiss that, to your disappointment, do not linger. “Come. Let’s quickly get ourselves out of here.”

And that is how you find yourself back in your apartment, straddling your girlfriend’s thighs as the mighty panther feasts on the succulent swells of your breasts.

Her eyes are a mesmerising dark, two black holes pulling you in as wicked lips leave nebulae in their wake. Like a starved man, she suckles your tender flesh with frenzied desperation. Stars burst beneath her mouth. Fireworks explode behind your eyelids. Your waist is a home to her hands, and her nape, a home to yours. A harsh suckle coupled with a flick of her twisted tongue has you mewling wantonly, back curving and fitting flawlessly into your lover’s front. Two puzzle pieces coming together.

By the time her warm mouth detaches from your soft mounds, she is as salacious a mess as you are. A thin glistening line of saliva bridging the two of you, your breasts are dewy with drool, as well as her face for there are little rivulets of spit raining tantalisingly down her chin. Your lover looks every bit the portrait of a majestic panther, ravenously devouring you as though you are her little morsel. In fact, you are, and the realisation has liquid lava pooling in your gut.

Greatly galvanised and irrevocably aching, you are but a moth to a flame, diving down for her mouth like a madman. She receives you all too eagerly, careful yet determined digits digging into your ribcage as your fingers venture into her healthy curls. They hold her there, grip white-knuckled tight.

“There. I’ve thawed my sweet little meal and made her nice and toasty. Ready for the taking.”

As she fuels your needs with her sinful remarks, all you can think in your hazy head is that there is no better way to end the night than being undone by your mighty panther’s cleverly wicked mouth. After all, you can confirm from experience that they are capable of unimaginable crafts that will have your eyes rolling to the back of your skull.

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inlovewithgreta · 1 year

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Sweet Thing — Alcina Dimitrescu x Fem!Reader

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Warnings: Praise, biting, marking, spit kink, drink play (red wine), thigh riding, blood kink, etc…

Word Count: 6.2k

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You were too focused on finishing the final touches of your dessert to notice the tall raven-haired woman glancing at you from across the room as you held your breath to ensure the icing along your cake was precise. Your bottom lip was tucked between your teeth as you examined your hard work with the intricate lines that formed the most beautiful pattern atop the cake.

It was one of the other maids birthday's and you took it upon yourself to help her celebrate as you and your fellow workers were the closest to the young maid as she had no family left. When you thought of the idea to make something special for her, you were surprised to hear from Alcina that she was allowing you to do such a task in her castle, as it was your place to care for her, and not anybody else, but the tall woman had her eye on you as you were the newest hire in the castle.

Although you had only been there for nearly a month, she noticed the way you were quick and efficient at your job. Rooms got cleaned without a speck of dust in sight, and she took note of the way your gentle hands moved her expensive decorations around, only to put them back in their exact position after they were thoroughly cleaned. You were never one to pry into Alcina's business unlike the other maids when one would suddenly go missing or there was a new bloody mess to clean after Alcina's daughters were done snacking. You kept to yourself, and that was something that intrigued her.

You knew of the Dimitrescu family's inhuman abilities but didn't dare ask questions out of respect, and with that, Alcina never laid a finger on you. . . That was, until a large pale hand found its way to your shoulder just as you had finished your task.

"Is it finally finished?" Alcina's sultry voice rang in your ears as she blew smoke past her lips from her lit cigarette that sat delicately in its elegant holder between her fingers.

"I think so—" You eyed the finished product, refusing to bring your eyes to the woman towering behind you as she slipped one of her black gloves off.

"Then I think it's time we taste it." Without hesitation, Alcina leans forward, her clothed breasts just barely touching the top of your head as she dips a slender finger into the frosting covering the cake, making you stand completely still in shock at both of her actions.

As Alcina brought her icing covered finger to her face, your head tilted up and eyes lingered on the way her darkened red lips wrapped around her pale finger before swallowing and contemplating for a moment.

"It's lacking a bit of. . . sweetness." She admitted with a frown.

"Oh– perhaps you need to wash it down with some wine! I've heard the other maid's talk about the wine cellar, I could go fetch–"

"No!" Alcina immediately cut you off, catching herself by surprise with her quick response.. "I mean. . ." She quickly looked around before catching sight of an unopened bottle of red wine to her left and picking it up to show you. "This will do just fine. Be a dear and grab two glasses for me." She pointed towards the glass cabinet that contained her favorite wine glasses, hoping to distract you from her fast response as she herself just realized why she was quick to begin with. You mentioned the wine cellar. There were things that happened down there that she didn't want your innocent eyes to see. There was a reason why the Dimitescu family was always in need of a new maid, but for some reason, the second you walked through her grand doors, there was something that stopped her from wanting to harm you, and it was at this moment that she realized she had a special liking to you, and she couldn't control her wandering thoughts any longer.

"Two glasses?" You eyed her curiously.

"For the two of us, of course. I thought you could use a break, unless you'd rather go back to cleaning–"

"Two glasses coming up!"

Alcina held back a smirk as she took a step back, allowing space for you to move freely around her and nab two glasses from the wooden cupboard.

"Where would you like me to serve you, Lady Alcina?"

"What have I said about the formalities, darling?" She tilted her head slightly.

"To call you by your given name. My apologies, Alcina." You bowed your head in respect.

"You're too sweet for your own good. . ." Her gaze immediately softened as she tilted your head back up with the point of her finger under your chin. "That's why you're my favorite." She smiled for the first time at you, and you felt your cheeks heat up at her words. "Now come, it's been a long day and I can't stand another moment in these infuriating heels." Alcina dropped her finger from your chin and clutched onto the wine bottle as she aimed for the door. Due to her height, Alcina had to bend forward to step under the doorframe, completely filling your view with the curvature of her lower body as her rear end was at eye level as she bent her way into the next room with you just behind her, a slight blush creeping onto your face when you noticed your lingering gaze on the woman's body and had to force your eyes away.

"Where are we going?" You question, when you two walk past the parlor where she normally drinks her beloved wine.

"To my chambers. I have a proposition for you."

"Why not ask me here?"

"It's more of a. . . private matter."

"Right. . ." You nodded your head in response as if she could see you with her back turned as the two of you made your way up the grand staircase and down the dimly lit hallway leading to her bedroom. She entered the same way she had to leave the kitchen, with the slight bend of her body, clouding your view once more with her backside.

Your eyes immediately scanned the elegant room surrounding you, as it had been your first time ever allowed into Alcina's private quarters. Her furniture was larger than a regular humans, to be more accommodating of her larger physique. She sat at her vanity with a small huff as she freed her feet from her black stilettos, tossing them to the ground as you just stood quietly at the entrance, fixated on the way her fingers were gentle with every move she made. Even as she was sitting down, her posture remained perfect.

"You can come in. Close the door behind you and pour us some wine." She chuckled when she caught sight of your nervous stance.

"Okay. . ." You immediately came to her side after closing the door behind you and setting the two glasses on her vanity before popping open the wine bottle and gently pouring the dark liquid into each glass, careful not to make a mess with the way your hands were slightly shaking.

"Thank you, dear." Alcina swirled her wine before taking a large sip, quietly humming at the plethora of flavors reaching her taste buds.

With hesitation, you picked up your own glass, and did just as she did, swirling the beverage around before taking a small sip. You hummed to yourself once you got a taste of the wine, as you immediately took a liking to it.

"Good, isn't it?" Alcina asked, before tossing her gloves on her vanity, followed by her large black hat that always shaded her face, freeing her pin tight curls.

"Very." Your eyes were trained on her as she looked at herself in the mirror, taking the pins out of her raven colored hair, and running her slender fingers through her curls.

"Good. I knew you would like it. After all, I do make the wine myself." She states matter of factly as her golden eyes meet yours through the reflection.

"You're very good at it."

"That's very kind of you, thank you." She smiled softly, and you gave her one in return. "Will you be a dear and unbutton my dress for me?" She asks politely.

"Oh- of course." You set your glass down next to hers before standing behind her, bringing your shaky hands to the back of her white dress and carefully unbuttoning the fabric little by little, slowly revealing her pale back until each button was undone. "There you go."

Alcina took another sip from her glass before she stood up, towering over you. "Would you like to hear my proposition?" She asked calmly, slowly sliding her arm out of her sleeve.

"Yes. . ." You eyed her curiously, slightly knitting your eyebrows, and forcing yourself to not tear your gaze from her glowing eyes. "You said it was a private matter?"

"I did, yes." She slid her other sleeve off, and slowly dropped her lush white dress down past her curves, revealing her slightly see-through black laced lingerie set that barely covered her luscious curves.

Your heart immediately started beating faster, and Alcina immediately caught on as you cleared your throat and tore your eyes away from her, instead taking another sip of your wine to cover the rising heat in your cheeks.

"If I'm being completely honest, you're one of the best maids I've ever hired. And I know you've only been here a month but I've noticed how hard you work. It's quite impressive." Alicia admitted as she bent to take another swig of her wine, thinking about her next words carefully.

"Thank you—"

Alcina lifted a finger to your lips, silencing you, before sliding that same finger down to your chest, walking you slowly backwards towards her bed. "And so I had this thought, that since you do so much around here, perhaps I could do a little something for you in return."

The back of your knees bump into her bed frame, sticking you in between both the bed and Alcina.

"Is that okay, doll?"

You nod your head, throat going dry at her sudden closeness.

"Use your words."

"Yes— do what you want. Please." You instantly caved, words coming out as more of a beg than you had originally planned, but with a bit of liquid courage, and a half naked Alcina towering over you was all it took for you to completely give into her control without a second thought.

"Good girl." Alcina smirked, and revealed her long and sharp claws in nearly an instant, making you freeze in place with wide eyes. "I'm not going to hurt you. I just want to tear this little dress off your body, is that alright?"

"Yes. . ." You were soft spoken and didn't dare move as she gently used her claws to rip your dress open from the front, it fell straight to the floor in the blink of an eye, leaving you shocked that she left you completely unscathed.

"I've been very curious what you've been hiding under that little maid outfit of yours, and I will say that I am pleased with what I see." Alcina admits, yellow eyes scanning your body from head to toe, as the only garments covering your body were your bra and panties. She returned her nails back to their normal red polished fingers and used a gentle hand to push you down at the edge of the bed. An idea ran through her mind as you sat below her, Alcina turning around without saying a word to grab the now half empty wine bottle from her vanity. As her body faced away from you, your eyes couldn't help but land upon her rounded ass and admire her luscious curves as her thong sculpted her ass perfectly, and not noticing how long you were staring until she spoke out.

"You know how I knew you were different from the others?" She questioned, bringing your focus back up to her face. "You look at me with those bright beautiful eyes with pure admiration. Whether it was close or from afar, I could tell you weren't gazing out of disgust or hatred. It was different. . ." She smiled faintly at the thought as she made her way back to standing in front of you. "It was the kind of look you gave me just now. Like I wasn't just some kind of tall hideous monster."

"I mean, look at you. You're not hideous, nor are you a monster. You're beautiful, Alcina. Truly. How could I not look at you with anything other than 'perfect' on my mind?"

Her gaze fixated on you, only sensing the truth in your words, and you swore you saw her cheeks turn just the slightest shade darker than her usual bright porcelain skin.

"And this, my dear, is why you deserve a special treat." She tucks loose hair behind your ear.

"Which is?" You slightly raise a brow out of curiosity.

"Why me of course." She grazed a slender finger along your jawline. "That is, if you'll have me. I won't force you into anything you're not comfortable with." Her face softened, full of sincerity, almost begging you to agree. "Let me show you how grateful I am."

You looked up at her through your long lashes, taking a moment to think about what she was offering, and what you were about to agree to. You knew she meant every word she said. She had respected you from the start, and it was a surprise to both of you that you each had an eye out for each other, and unspoken feelings were mutual.

"Show me then." Her eyes lit up at your words, and Alcina wasted no time in gently pushing you all the way back against the plush mattress, your body falling softly onto the sheets, and holding yourself up by your elbows.

Alcina carefully crawled her way above you, straddling your hips with her meaty thighs, and ensuring she didn't add her full weight to the pressure against your hips, as she didn't want to squish your small human body.

"What do you say we finish this bottle up, hmm?" Alcina flashed the bottle in front of you, and you nodded your head in return. A smirk toyed at her lips just before she took a swig at her new thoughts. When you thought she was going to bring the bottle to your own mouth, she brought it back to her signature red lips, but this time you notice she didn't swallow, but instead set the bottle down on the floor, bringing her attention back to you.

You licked your bottom lip slowly as Alcina placed both hands on your cheeks, and leaned down, hovering her face just inches from yours, causing your back to arch as you attempted to reach up to kiss her lips. Alcina pulled away ever so slightly with an arched brow, wanting words of affirmation before she continued.

"Please. . ." You instantly begged her through your parted lips.

She slightly chuckled before pulling your face completely to her own. Her large hands gently squished your cheeks, causing your mouth to open, your tongue sliding out past your bottom lip just as Alcina spit her wine carefully into your mouth which you took without hesitation. She gave you a moment to swallow before smashing her lips against yours, both of you humming at the new contact.

Her tongue swiped against your bottom lip, asking for more access, and in return your lips spread. She immediately dove right in, her large tongue dominating yours. You completely fall back against the sheets, Alcina keeping her body pressed against yours as her hands roamed your body.

You snuck a hand down to her large breasts, grazing your thumb against her hardened nipple, eliciting another hum from the woman.

Alcina was the first to pull away for air, only to bring her lips to smother your jawline with wet kisses, using a light hand under your chin to tilt your head, giving the woman access to your open neck. She immediately attaches herself to you, sucking and kissing along your neck, holding back the urge to sink her teeth into you once she reaches your pulse point.

"Mmm, you smell divine." She admitted between kisses, slowly working her way down your skin, and leaving soon to be marks along your flesh.

"Thank—" Your words got cut off with a gasp when Alcina nibbled your collarbone before soothing it with her wet tongue.

When she reached your chest, Alcina lifted her head with a slight lick of her lips, bringing her golden eyes to yours.

"I see we still have more fabric to get rid of. May I?" She asks politely, pointing to your bra.

"Yes." You were quick to give her permission, which she took with a small smile, reaching behind your back to unclasp your bra before sliding the thin fabric off of you, and throwing it to the side.

Her eyes landed upon your bare breasts almost instantaneously, gazing at their fullness with hunger in her eyes, watching as your chest rose and fell with your quickened anticipated breaths, loving the way you slightly squirmed under her gaze.

"My, my, even better than I imagined, little one. . ." She placed a gentle hand on your chest, cupping her breast softly, and grazing her thumb over your nipple, repeating the same action you did to her before.

She raised a small brow when you sucked in a breath, taking her sweet time in lowering her face towards your chest. Your back impulsively arched, pushing your breasts quicker towards her face, eliciting a deep chuckle from the woman.

"So impatient. . ." She looked up at you through her mascara filled lashes just as she flattened her tongue over your hardened nipple before attaching her lips to your breast. Alcina was gentle with her mouth movements, not wanting to graze her teeth against your sensitive skin, or accidentally harm you in any way.

A hand slid through her soft black curls, just barely keeping her head in place as her mouth worked wonders along your bud before kissing across your chest to pay attention to your other breast.

She slid a hand up to cup your other breast, fingers toying with your nipple and giving it a slight pinch, earning a small whimper to escape past your lips.

She then leaves wet kisses down your sternum, golden eyes watching every little movement of yours, whether it was your quick breathing or the slight arching of your back when she kissed a spot that felt ticklish.

As she kissed lower and lower, her kisses became faster and more needy as she went past your navel. Alcina, while lowering herself down, had her back arched, pushing her rounded ass in the air.

That view.

It was the kind of view that would be etched into your brain and never be forgotten.

She truly had the most beautiful curves you had ever seen.

Her teeth grabbed the thin lace, slowly sliding your panties down your legs, leaving you completely bare in front of her. Alcina's lustful gaze never leaves your lower half as she tosses your panties behind her. Her slender fingers glide past your glistening entrance, spreading your wetness around before bringing those same fingers to her mouth, and sliding them past her lips.

"Mmm. . ." Alcina uses her tongue to lick her fingers clean of your juices. "You have the sweetest little pussy." She hummed, leaning her face towards your wet center and licking a strip up your folds with her flattened tongue. Her hands held your hips down, not wanting you to move from her touch.

Alcina had never truly enjoyed herself as much as she was in the moment with you. She never thought she would've taken a liking to anyone, let alone one of her maids.

A quiet moan escaped past your lips when she flicked her tongue against your sensitive clit. Her fingers kneaded at your hips as she used her full mouth to pleasure you. Chills ran down your spine when she sucked your sensitive bud. She thought to herself how she couldn't possibly get enough of you and your taste along her tongue.

Alcina slid a hand between your thighs, slowly inserting a finger into your cunt. Her pace started off gentle and slow, before slowly increasing her pace little by little. Her pace matched the suction along your clit, and your moans couldn't help but grow louder.

"Be as loud as you wish, dear. I love hearing those pretty little moans."

Your hips begged to buck, wanting to push yourself impossibly closer towards her, but her strong hand kept you pinned down against the mattress.

"M-more, please. . ." You begged, gazing down at the woman between your legs.

Alcina slid a second finger past your entrance, eliciting a small whimper from you at the fullness of her fingers against your walls.

"You're so tight— just relax for me, Angel."

Your eyebrows knitted as you adjusted to her curled fingers, mouth agape as Alcina was giving you all of her attention. With every movement, your sweet spot got pleasured by her slender fingers, expertly curved just for you.

You did your best not to pull on her tight curls when your eyes rolled to the back of your head as her pace quickened.

"Yess, just like that—" You whined, head lulled back against the soft mattress.

Alcina felt your legs quiver around her, as you felt yourself quickly reaching your climax.

"You're close, aren't you?"

"Mhm. . ." You softly moaned out, hands clutching onto the comforter beneath you.

"Cum for me."

Your breath hitches in your throat, legs threatening to close around Alcina as not a moment later, you find yourself reaching your sweet release, coating her fingers with your juices.

"That's my good girl." Alcina cooed, keeping her relenting pace, wanting to see if she can get another one out of you.

Eyes nearly rolled to the back of your head as Alcina never faltered, her slender fingers putting in their work and stretching your walls.

As she went to adjust her positioning, her round ass jiggled ever so slightly, the sight immediately being etched into your brain. It made you wonder how one could be built so perfectly, and it made your cheeks red when Alcina's gaze fell onto you, catching sight of you checking out her ass.

Her small chuckle sent vibrations through your core, your breathing picking up as you felt yourself getting close once more.

You tried, but failed to hide a whimper as Alcina quickly switched her fingers out with her tongue, wanting to get an extra taste of you as you came for a second time. Your orgasm hit you harder than before, toes roughly curling as she used her tongue to lap up your mess. She hummed when your climax reached her tongue, savoring every little taste she could get of you.

Her movements slowed as you came down from your high, gently licking a strip up your folds to taste you one last time before sitting herself up, allowing you both to catch your breath.

You watched as Alcina sat on her knees, fingers gliding past her lips to suck off the cum from her now messy fingers, yellow eyes closing for just a moment as she licked them completely clean.

Your eyes fell upon her large breasts as she leaned herself forward to hover above you, hands relaxing on either side of your head.

"You're just the most delicious little thing I've ever had. . ." Alcina spoke softly, her gaze fixated completely on you. "Where have you been all my life?" She asked, fully not expecting you to answer, but was shocked when you did.

"Waiting for you." You admitted with a slight blush to your cheeks, eliciting the most beautiful smile you had ever seen form on Alcina's face.

"Fuck, you're perfect."

Her lips smashed against your own, engulfing you in a quick but fiery kiss.

She rested her forward against yours, both of you relaxing into the other's touch. You never thought she would ever be this close to you, but her touch comforted you, it made you feel safe.

However, your clean thoughts didn't last long when she pushed her full breasts against your own as she peppered your face with small kisses.

"I wanna go again." You blurted out, when her kisses reached your jawline.

"What?" She lifted her head to look at your face.

"I said. . ." You lifted your thumb up to swipe over her bottom lip. "I want to go again," You gazed at her with lustful eyes. "Please, Alcina."

"I see I severely underestimated you." Alcina smirked.

As she attempted to lower herself back down, you quickly grabbed her shoulder, stopping her in her tracks.

"I want to be on top this time."

"Really?" She lifted a high brow, her smirk not leaving her face.

"Yes." You pulled your bottom lip between your teeth as you looked at her with your best begging eyes.

"Okay. . ." She was hesitant at first, as she had never dealt with anything like this before, and never, ever, had anybody even want to spend this much time with her. It was all new, and part of it scared her, but the other part was relieved that she no longer had to worry about crushing your smaller body.

Alcina repositioned herself to sit next to you, eyes never leaving your body movements as you gently moved yourself to her lap, but only straddling one of her thighs, which she instantly caught onto.

"Ahh, I see now. The little maid just needed something a little bit more physical, hmm? Such a needy little thing."

Due to her height, her breasts sat directly in front of your face, and you had to tilt you head up just to look at the woman in the face.

You run a hand down her chest, fingers stopping at the small clip at the front of her bra that held it closed.

"I also need to take this off. You got to see mine, I think it's only fair I get to see yours too."

Alcina smiled and playfully rolled her eyes at your response, loving the bit of confidence that you had to admit what you wanted.

"If that's what you want. . ." Alcina brings her hands to her chest, carefully unclipping the small clasp and sliding the thin lace off her body before throwing it to the side, freeing her large breasts from their holder.

Your eyes couldn't help but wander across her chest, your bottom lip tightly being pulled between your teeth as your gaze fixated on her breasts.

Alcina watched as your eyes lit up at her bare chest and reached a hand down to your own, bringing it up to her chest, and allowing you to feel her.

Her pale skin was soft and smooth like butter, and your hand slowly slid over every bare inch of her. As you lowered your hand, your thumb grazed over her hardened bud before pinching it between your fingers, eliciting a small gasp from Alcina at the unexpected pleasure.

Her hands slid down to your hips, kneading at the soft flesh as she slowly began to glide your cunt along the length of her thigh with ease as your wetness was still very prominent.

You cup her breast gently and toy with her nipple as she keeps a firm grip along your waist. Your hips start a gentle rhythm, slowly working your way across her thigh, softly moaning as you attempt to push yourself farther down.

Alcina watched with fascination at your neediness for her, and how quick it was for you to be completely at her mercy.

Before you knew it, your free hand had slid down her sternum, past her navel, and landed upon her thin lace panties that had been soaked since she made you cum for the first time. Your gaze fell upon hers, Alcina immediately knowing what you were asking for, and nodding her head reassuringly.

Your hand slid underneath the fabric, fingers gliding over her wet cunt as your hips rocked back and forth against her thigh. A soft moan escapes when your fingers circle Alcina's clit, gently giving pressure to her sensitive bud.

You bring your mouth to Alcina's chest, sending wet kissing all along her voluptuous pale breasts, following the slight pattern of her veins.

"Just like that my sweet girl." Alcina cooed, followed by a deep moan eliciting from the woman.

You do your best to fit her tit into your mouth, flicking your tongue against her nipple. Alcina's grip only grows tighter along your hips now that you weren't the only one getting pleasured, her trying to hold back her long line of deep moans at the contact she's been craving oh so much. Your fingers were doing wonders for her, pleasure coursing throughout her entire body in a way that had her going feral on the inside.

Alcina's hunger for you only grew stronger when you curled your fingers inside her needy cunt, her head lulling back at the sensation. Your movements, now turning slightly erratic as you felt a knot in your core.

"Alcina. . ." You softly moaned out her name, feeling yourself quickly spiraling towards your third orgasm.

Your soft moans harmonized perfectly in sync with her deep ones, both of you getting lost in the mountain of pleasure you were giving each other. You only gave her a moment to adjust to your fingers before you matched them with the pace of your hips, her wetness quickly dripping down your fingers and into the palm of your hand.

"Fuck— just like that." Alcina moaned out, eyes reopening and gazing back down at you, watching your frantic movements along her thigh and your lips wrapped around her nipple.

Her eyebrows knitted just as your breath caught in your throat, both of you completely on the brink of an orgasm.

"Cum with me, Y/N." Alcina tried to order but it came out as more of a beg, but she didn't care. All she wanted was for the two of you to finish at the same time.

You nodded your head frantically, vision going blurry as you came along her thick thigh. Not a moment later, Alcina deeply inhaled as your palm hit against her clit, causing her to cum just a moment later with a drawn out moan.

"Fuck—" You whimpered, legs shaking around her thigh as you calmed your erratic movements, trying to catch your breath.

Alcina was breathing heavily by the time she got through her orgasm, and deeply sighing as your fingers slipped out of her. You brought your hand to your mouth, flattening your tongue against the palm of your hand, lapping up her juices before shoving the same two fingers in your mouth to clean them from her release.

You hummed when your eyes met with hers, loving the taste of her along your tongue. But, before you got to enjoy it for too long, Alcina gently grappled your wrist, pulling your hand away from your mouth to make room for her lips, engulfing you in a passionate kiss. Her tongue slid past your parted lips, begging for a taste of what you had.

After a long minute of making out, you both broke the kiss simultaneously to catch your breath as neither of you had the chance to catch some air.

"You didn't have to do that, you know." Alcina finally spoke after a minute.

"I know, but I wanted to. You pleasure me, so I pleasure you, it's only fair." You said playfully.

"Then I guess next time I won't be so fair." Alcina toyed, forcing you to smile followed by a small chuckle.

She tucked a stray hair behind your ear before her face had suddenly changed its emotions, as if she was thinking about something. Her eyes had glued to your exposed neck, gazing at your veins and listening to the fast beat of your heart.

You watched her swallow with a distant gleam in her eye. Following her gaze, you realized what she was staring at.

Your neck.

"Alcina—" You gently cupped her cheek, pulling her out of her trance.

"What is it, dear?"

"You're thirsty, aren't you? And not for wine."

"Well— Yes, but that doesn't matter." She waves her hand, standoffish. "I have some old blood bags in the fridge—"

"You can drink mine." You immediately offered her.

"No, no. I'll find something or someone else." She averted her gaze, wanting to avoid the conversation of you being a potential victim.

"You won't hurt me." You repositioned yourself and tilted your head to the side, completely opening your neck to her. "I know you won't."

Alcina deeply exhaled, knowing she was dying to have a taste of you, but having a fear of taking it too far to the point where it was lethal. After all, she had a special liking towards you, and wouldn't forgive herself if something bad happened to you because of her being reckless.

"I can't—"

"It's okay." You took her larger hand in yours, interlacing your fingers with her long ones, and giving her hand a gentle squeeze, hoping to reassure her. "I trust you, Alcina. Let me help."

"Fine. . . But just this once." Alcina sighed, hesitating to move. She licked her stained red lips before slowly leaning her head towards you.

You felt her hot breath along your neck, and her hovering just over your skin.

"I trust you." You repeat yourself for her to encourage her to continue.

Her hand reaches for your jaw, holding your head still as she quickly takes in your scent with a deep inhale.

"You smell divine. . ." She admitted, her nose immediately sensing the fading of your perfume with the lovely smell of sex.

Once she found the right spot, Alcina was careful when sinking her fangs into your flesh. You grew silent as you did your best to remain still, sucking in a breath at the sharp sting along your skin. Her thumb stroked your cheek to help keep you calm and at ease.

The pain was mild, and was quick for you to get used to. Alcina hummed when she finally got a deeper taste of you, knowing that you were the sweetest thing she had ever had. Her eyes closed as she got her fix of what she needed most.

After a few minutes, your vision started to grow a tad blurry, and you instantly felt relieved when Alcina slowly took her fangs out of you as carefully as she could. She used her tongue to soothe the faintly reddened area, completely cleaning your neck of any blood.

"Thank you. . ." She licked her lips with a grateful smile and her cheeks slightly flushed.

"You're welcome." You smiled back.

"Let's get you cleaned up, darling." Alcina offered, gently lifting you from her lap and setting you back down on the bed beside her.

She left you alone for a minute as she grabbed a wet rag along with some supplies to take care of your wound. The two of you sat in silence as you used the rag to clean yourself off while Alcina tended to your neck, cleaning the area completely and placing a bandage on top. She gave your neck a small kiss before returning everything to the bathroom.

Once she came back out, Alcina noticed the tired look on your face, and smiled weakly.

"You must be exhausted, why don't you sleep in here tonight?" She offered, making her way back towards the bed.

"Where would I sleep?"

"With me of course." Alcina chuckles as she makes her way to her side of the bed, and takes her thong off before sliding under the lush sheets behind you. "Come on, lay with me." She lifted the sheets next to her, making room for you to slide in at her side.

The two of you faced each other, gazing into each other's eyes silently before Alcina broke the silence.

"Don't be shy dear, come closer." Alcina opened her arms for you.

You didn't hesitate to scoot closer towards her with a small smile, tucking your face into her neck and intertwining your legs with hers. You yawned just as Alcina wrapped an arm around you, pulling you flush against her warm body.

Sleep instantly took over you, exhaustion hitting you like a stack of bricks and you soon found yourself falling asleep in Alcina's arms as she gently traced patterns along your bare back.

She let herself enjoy the peaceful moment, waiting for you to be completely asleep before she allowed herself to fall into a deep slumber with you tucked safely in her arms.

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