#stap touching me

[poisoned-pearls]

wanting to include azul reflexively slapping people bc it’s absolutely hilarious that octopi do in fact just. Punch people vs. not knowing how to describe someone doing a light slap that doesn’t hurt for any longer than a second without overusing ‘lightly’

[p0orbaby]

It Might Be More of an Obsession

summary: feeding your child in public stirs feelings inside of alexia she didn’t realise she had

warnings: SMUT 18+, breastfeeding kink, breast milk, stap on use, fingering, breast play, top!alexia, sub!dom, not proofread

a/n: this is… something. it’s an acquired taste so i don’t blame you for skipping past this if the themes aren’t your thing

word count: 1.9k

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“Ella está a punto de llorar”

You turn your head, pausing your conversation with Frido to find Mapi holding your daughter at arm’s length over the table.

“Jesús María, ella no es una bomba,” Alexia exclaims, reaching out to save her kid from being dropped into a vat of paella.

“Pass her here, Ale. She’s just hungry”

You can’t blame her. Outings with the team are an event even for you these days, let alone a four-month-old who is the center of attention at every gathering. She’s an easy child, patient, and calm. But even the most mellow of souls needs a food break.

Alexia stands, cradling your daughter as she wriggles animatedly in her arms. “Shall I warm up a bottle?”

You shake your head. “I’ll feed her. It’s not too busy here and the girls won’t mind.”

Alexia gives you a nod, admiration shining in her eyes as she hands your daughter over to you. Finding a comfortable position, you settle into your chair and begin to feed her.

The conversation around the table continues, but you catch a few of the girls sneaking curious glances in your direction. It’s clear they’re all trying to act casual, but some are more subtle than others. Like a group of teenagers sneaking glances at their teacher’s cleavage, except, you know, less creepy and more endearing.

“Oye, Alexia,” Patri teases, nudging her captain with a playful grin, “put your tongue back in your mouth, vale”

Alexia rolls her eyes, but you can see a faint blush creeping up her cheeks. “Shut up. I’m just making sure they’re both okay.” This, of course, is said with the dignity of a queen who has just been told she’s got spinach in her teeth.

Ona joins in, unable to resist a little ribbing. “Right, because that’s why you’re looking at your wife’s chest like you’ve never seen boobs before. Maybe you should take notes for when it’s your turn, eh?”

Alexia chuckles, trying to brush off the teasing. “When it’s my turn, I’ll be a natural. No need for notes”

“Don’t give her any ideas,” you interject, smiling as you switch your daughter to the other breast. “I’ve already got one Putellas rinsing me dry, I don’t need another”

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The house is quiet, a stark contrast to the lively atmosphere of the team gathering. The baby is finally asleep in her crib, and the two of you tiptoe out of the nursery. You close the door softly, turning to find Alexia already watching you with an intensity that makes your pulse quicken.

She doesn’t say anything, just takes your hand and leads you to the bedroom. Her touch is gentle but insistent, a silent promise of what’s to come. The door clicks shut behind you, and the air is thick with anticipation.

“Alexia,” you murmur, but she’s already moving, her hands on your waist, pulling you close.

“Shh,” she whispers, her breath hot against your ear.

Her lips find yours, the kiss deep and hungry. You can feel the restraint she’s been holding onto slipping away. Her hands roam your body, urgent, demanding. She breaks the kiss, her eyes dark with desire.

“Take off your clothes,” she commands, her voice low and rough in the soft light of the bedside lamp.

You comply, heart pounding in your chest. Alexia watches, her gaze never leaving your body. When you’re finally naked before her, she steps closer, her hands finding your breasts, cupping them with a reverence that makes your knees weak.

“So beautiful,” she murmurs, her thumbs brushing over your nipples. “I can’t get enough of you”

Her mouth follows her hands, lips and tongue teasing. You gasp, your body arching into her touch. She’s relentless, her need for you suffocating, almost overwhelming.

“Lie down,” she orders, and you do, your body moving without even thinking. Not that you have the ability to do that now anyway, your brain is shrouded in fog.

She climbs over you, her eyes locked on yours as she lowers her head to your breasts again. She nips at the flesh, then takes your nipple between her teeth, and you moan, your hands clutching at the sheets. Her other hand slides between your legs, fingers finding you wet and ready.

“Please, Alexia,” you whisper, your voice shaky.

She looks up at you, her eyes blazing. “You like that, don’t you? Watching me watch you. Knowing how much I want you”

“Yes,” you breathe, the word a plea.

Her fingers thrust into you, hard and fast, her mouth still working your breast. The feeling of her hand and her mouth together is almost too much, your body straining towards release. She’s rough, dominant, taking you with a fierceness that leaves you breathless.

Her mouth moves to your other breast, her tongue flicking over your nipple before giving it the same treatment as the last. The sting sends jolts of pleasure through you, making you cry out. She pulls back for a moment, her eyes meeting yours with a possessive heat that has you melting.

“You’re mine,” she growls, her fingers curling inside you, hitting that perfect spot. “Say it”

“I’m yours,” you gasp, your body tensing, the pleasure building to an unbearable peak.

“Good girl,” she purrs, her thumb rubbing your clit in tight, precise circles.Your breath catches in your throat. Alexia’s fingers are persistent, driving you closer and closer to the edge. She knows exactly what you need before you even do, and she’s giving it to you with an intensity that leaves you trembling.

Without warning, she withdraws her hand, leaving you panting and on the verge of begging. She stands up, her eyes never leaving yours as she reaches into the bedside drawer. The familiar rustling reaches your ears, and you watch from under hooded lids as she fastens the strap around her hips. The sight of her, so confident and in control, sends a fresh wave of arousal straight to your core.

“Turn over,” she commands, her voice firm.

You obey, albeit on shaky limbs. The anticipation is almost unbearable as you feel her position herself behind you. Her hands glide over your hips, guiding you to where she wants you. The tip of the strap presses against your entrance, and you can feel her hesitation, the slight pause as she ensures you’re ready.

“Ale, please,” you plead, your voice gravelly, strained.

She doesn’t need to be told twice. With a slow, steady thrust, she fills you completely, her hips meeting your ass. You moan, the feeling of being taken so fully, so deeply, nearly overwhelming.

“¿Es esto lo que querías?” she asks, her voice a low growl. “To be fucked like this?”

“Yes,” you gasp, your fingers digging into the sheets.

She begins to move, her thrusts slow and deliberate at first, allowing you to adjust to the fullness. But it doesn’t take long for her pace to quicken, the need in her movements undeniable. She’s unabated, her thrusts hard and deep, each one sending shockwaves of pleasure all the way down to your toes and back again.

You can hear her breathing, harsh and ragged, as she fucks you with a single-minded intensity. Her hands grip your hips, holding you in place as she drives into you over and over. The sound of your bodies coming together fills the room, mingling with your moans and her low grunts.

“Tell me how it feels,” she demands, her voice tight with restraint.

“Amazing,” you manage to gasp. “So good, Alexia. Please, don’t stop”

Her response is a sharp push that makes you cry out. She leans over you, her lips brushing against your ear. “I won’t stop until you come for me”

Her hand snakes around your body, finding your clit again and rubbing it in sync with her movements. It’s almost too much to bear, pushing you closer and closer to oblivion.

“Come for me,” she whispers, her voice a dark command. “Quiero sentir como te corres”

With a final, desperate drive, she sends you tumbling. Your orgasm crashes through you, a tidal wave of pleasure that leaves you shaking and winded. She holds you tight, her movements slowing but never stopping, drawing out every last tremor of pleasure you could possibly give her.

Finally, she pulls out, her hands gentle as she helps you turn onto your back. She leans down, pressing a soft kiss to your lips, the fierceness of earlier replaced by a tender intimacy.

But she’s not done. Not yet.

She repositions herself, between you open legs. The look in her eyes is predatory, and you know she’s far from finished with you. She adjusts the strap, aligning it at your entrance once more, and presses in with renewed vigor. Your overstimulated body quakes under the assault of pleasure and pain, and your moans turn to cries of pure, unadulterated ecstasy.

“You like that?” she growls, her rhythm punishing. “You want more?”

“Yes, yes, please,” you beg, your voice raw with need.

Her hands grip your breasts, squeezing hard as she continues to fuck you with abandon. Your vision blurs, your body teetering on the brink of another orgasm.

“Come again,” she commands, her voice dripping with dominance. “I want to feel you shatter around me”

Her thumb finds your clit once more, rubbing it with ruthless precision. Everything is alight as you fall over the edge again, your body convulsing as another powerful orgasm rips through you. You scream her name, your voice hoarse, as you come harder than you ever have before.

As you lay there, breathless and trembling, Alexia’s eyes darken with a new kind of hunger. She leans down, her mouth hovering over your breast. “I want to taste you,” she murmurs, her voice thick with desire.

Before you can respond, her lips close around your nipple, her tongue flicking over it with practiced skill. You gasp, the sensation heightened by the intensity of your recent orgasms. She sucks harder, her mouth working with an insistent hunger. You can feel the milk let down, a warm trickle that she eagerly laps up, her moans of satisfaction vibrating against your skin.

“Oh God, Alexia,” you breathe, the mix of pleasure and the intimate act sending shivers down your spine.

She switches to your other breast, her eyes locking with yours as she sucks, her hand still playing between your legs. The sight of her, so completely lost in her need for you, is almost too much to bear. She drinks from you like she can’t get enough, her mouth greedy and relentless.

“Do you like this?” she whispers between licks and sucks. “Knowing how much I need you, how much I want every part of you?”

“Yes,” you gasp, your body arching into her touch. “God, yes.”

Her fingers thrust into you again, matching the rhythm of her mouth on your breast. The pleasure is overwhelming, a heady mix of physical and emotional intensity that leaves you trembling and gasping.

“One more time,” she commands, her voice a dark, velvety whisper. “I know you can give one more”

Her mouth on your breast and her fingers inside you, the feel of her breath on your skin. She’s perfected everything, and you're seeing stars for the third time. You come with a shuddering cry, your body convulsing around her fingers, the pleasure blinding in its intensity. Tears roll down your cheeks

Alexia continues to suck gently, drawing out the last waves of your orgasm until you’re a quivering, breathless mess. Finally, she pulls away, her eyes filled with a satisfied, predatory gleam.

“Perfect,” she murmurs, her fingers brushing tenderly over your flushed skin. “Absolutely perfect”

[miss-soph-star]

Emily Prentiss x Reader (Possession)

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SMUT: Dom/Sub Dynamics, Top! Emily/Bottom! Reader (reader does top Emily), Strap Sucking, Oral, Fingering, strapwarming, Degradation/Praise, Spanking, Breathing Play, Stap, Masturbation, Voyeurism/Exhibitionism, Dumbification

p.s. as a sub i found the last section so hard to write i was cringing so hard at myself…i hope i did it justice <3

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Emily guided you off the jet and into her waiting car, she had been in a mood from the moment you woke up in the hotel room. Wrapping the case took longer than expected and once you made it to the jet, case files had to be completed, and actions had to be justified. Though Emily was possessive in her behaviour; the case had taken a toll on her, the victims reflecting you, the way they were discarded scared her and yet the whole time you were insistent you would be fine, it drove her protective side crazy and now she was clearly incapable of keeping her hands to herself, her hand tightly gripping your thigh as she drove through the silent streets, an eerie feeling, the dead of night, streetlights shone, reflecting the rain that had previously fallen. Emily was silent the whole journey, her eyes fixed on the road, but her presence demanded your obedience, and the silence only furthered your excitement, anticipation bubbling under your skin as her hand continued to grip your thigh, nails slightly piercing into your flesh. She owned every inch of you, and she knew it.

Pulling her car into park, your gaze finally met hers. What was once just her side profile, was now fully her, she softly smiled reassuring you subtly of her care for you, knowing the scene you were both in for and wanting to ensure your security. Pulling you out of the car and into the hallway, Emily’s fingers skilfully slipped beneath the waistband of your work trousers as she shoved you against the door.

She cupped your mound, feeling the wetness seeping through the fabric between your legs before removing her hand completely, your legs buckling slightly and clenching. “Upstairs and on the bed.” She commanded, as you ran straight there, perching on the edge, pulling off only your dress shirt and trousers, leaving you in just a simple underwear set. Emily stalked over too you, removing her own clothing before pushing you back against the bed, crawling between your legs, her fingers once again reaching between your thighs, stroking gently over your clit.

Your eyes rolled back gently, closing over at the pleasure and the exposed position you found yourself in. “No, my love, eyes open.” Emily whispered leaning down, her lips brushing against your neck, before sucking your pulse point. “Mmm, Em more please. I’ve missed those lips.” You whimper under her touch. “Fuck baby, love when you talk like that.” She groans as her fingers spread your legs and cup your pussy again. “So wet for me, I’ve barely touched you slut.” Emily said pulling away causing you to gasp as she walked towards the closet.

“Don’t tease mommy.” You muttered out, knowing the name would catch her attention, she grabbed what she needed before stalking back over to you as you propped yourself on your elbows a cocky grin plastered on your face, only for Emily to push you back against the bed, her hand wrapped around your throat restricting your air, “Watch it brat.” She spat out before tapping your face creating a visible red print, as you moaned, “Oh you like that love, like it when mommy leaves her mark on your skin. Like it when everyone can see who you belong too.” She smiled smugly as you bit down on your bottom lip.

Emily remained over you, her gaze never leaving your body as she stepped into the harness fastening the dark straps against her pale torso. “Emily, please,” you whined as she stroked the appendage over you, the base gently bumping against her clit, as the slick lube dripped from base to tip. She quickly positioned herself between your legs rubbing the strap against your clothed centre, just enough to tease you before she hooked your panties and pulled them down your toned legs, allowing her strap to finally rub against your dripping cunt.

Your hips rolling in desperation, but instead of fulfilling your whines, Emily gently slide into your centre, holding you still as she warmed her strap in you. “You like when I use you pretty girl.” She began sucking and nipping at your breasts as her strap remained buried in your cunt, your walls fluttering around her, desperate to feel her thrusting into you. Your moans endless as she continuously assaulted your breasts, leaving marks of her possession in stark contrast to your skin.

“You’re going to take me like a good girl. No whining, no bratting, complete submission for mommy tonight or I will punish you.” You nodded, tears already starting to glisten in your eyes from her teasing as you tried to still your hips from bucking against her, desperately wanting to please her. “Yes mommy, your good girl,” with that Emily seemed pleased, she began slowly thrusting allowing you to adjust to her size, your head lulling backwards as the ridges of the strap dragged against your walls repeatedly, causing you to shudder, a shiver running through your spine, her hips flush against yours forcing the strap into you, the tip hitting your sweet spot as only Emily knew how to.

“Taking my strap so well, my good girl,” Emily whispered as one hand gripped your hips, the other snaking between your legs to circle your puffy clit. “Fuck, Em it’s so big.” She smirked her hips slowing, “You’re doing so good, princess, letting mommy take out her frustration on you.” Her praise fluttered in your stomach, your hips bucking towards her, but instead of fucking into you faster she slipped out of you, flipping you over and bringing you onto your knees. You looked over your shoulder at Emily who smirked, twirling the purple Crystal plug in her hand.

Lube slicked the base as she pressed it gently against your slick asshole, “hmm feels good mommy,” you moaned as she toyed with you, pressure increasing slowly. She inches the cool metal between your cheeks slowly as you clenches around the toy. Soon it was seated between your cheeks, a little pop as it slipped comfortably in.

“Be a good girl and let mommy fuck you from behind.” You hummed in pleasure as she grabbed your hair, pulling it into a makeshift ponytail, as her strap slipped back into you before fucking you hard as you clenches desperately, your holes stuffed.

You bit your lip, trying to focus on the way her strap rubbed your walls, stretching you so deliciously, the mix of pain and pleasure coiling in your stomach, waiting to be released down her strap. “Shh,” Emily cooed as your eyes watered with the pleasure, “Tell mommy how good she makes you feel princess.” You whined out, clenching the bedsheets as your hips slammed back to meet her thrusts, desperate for more. “You’re dripping down your thigh’s princess. Does mommy make you feel good?” Emily whispered as she pressed against your stomach, the pressure causing you to jolt. “Oh fuck, mommy so good. Please make me cum for you.”

Emily obliged, her fingers toying with your clit, rolling it, and circling it as she continued to thrust into you. With a pinch to your clit, and her order “Cum for me now,” your orgasm crashed over you, you panted and squirmed as Emily flatted her hand over your pussy. “Such a good girl for me.” She groaned in your ear, feeling you dripping over her hand and strap as she pulled out of you.

You whined at the emptiness but soon she rolled you onto your back again,  thrusting into you, replacing her strap with her fingers, circling your clit with her tongue, devouring your cunt. She hummed into your cunt, causing a vibration to shoot straight through you. “Look at you, so willing you cum for me again darling.” Emily continued fingering your cunt, her long fingers filling you, gently stroking the ridges of your walls as they wrapped around her. She could tell you were close by the way your thighs began trembling under her curling fingers and wet tongue. She started to suck and nip your clit as her fingers scissored inside of you. “Oh, I’m cumming, fuck Em.” Emily sucked hard on your clit as she pressed her fingers up into the ridges of your walls. As your second orgasm racked through your body, Emily pulled her fingers from your centre,

“That’s it honey, good girl.” Emily panted as she finished guiding you through your orgasm, your cum coating her digits. “Such a good girl for me. My good girl.” Emily purred as you shook, your legs quivering below Emily’s strong gaze, as you watched her devour your essence from her fingers. Your eyes screwed shut, back arching and thighs clenching from the incessant throb from your core.

Emily loved watching you like this, so vulnerable, so susceptible, so impressionable to her every whim. She knew you would let her take you anyway and anywhere she wanted you, just a toy for her to play with, planting her fingers in your holes and fucking you dumb. Emily’s dark irises remained solely focused on your glistening core, cum leaking from your folds, your pussy plump and used.

She ran her fingers through your cunt, slightly dipping into the entrance whilst biting her lip watching you squirm as she pressed her palm over your clit, moans eliciting your mouth, whining and whimpering at the over stimulation. She admired the coating on her slender digits as she looked at you, “Such a mess, on your knees now love.” She commanded, as you tried to pull yourself up submissively.

Clearly not moving fast enough for your dominant, Emily grabbed your hair pulling you onto your knees and she shoved her digits into your awaiting mouth, “Suck,” you obeyed, holding eye contact as you bobbed your head, sucking her digits clean, just as you would her strap. “Such a good girl for mommy hmm.” She praised, her fingers tugging in your hair, “Who do you belong to slut?” She tugged tighter, raising an eyebrow, “You mommy, I’m your slut.” You whined out gagging around her fingers, your brain still hazy from the fucking, Emily had given you.

Emily slowly began to pull you back down from your orgasms, her palm gently caressing your chin as you sucked contently on her fingers, she placed a gentle kiss to your temple ensuring you felt safe, “Let me clean you up love. You did so well for me,” Emily said gently pulling her fingers free, a string of saliva still connecting them to your mouth, you bit your lip as your thighs squeezed together, “Your voracious, you know that.” She winked.

You giggled as she pushed you back onto the bed, laying you out flat, gently easing the plug from your ass, before she grabbed a clean towel, wiping you down to ensure you were comfortable as your head lulled to the side. After Emily cleaned you up she pulled you close to her side, drawing the plush duvet over both your naked frames, the skin on skin pulling you back to her.

As you lay there boneless, your thoughts drifted, to the idea of topping Emily. It was something you had though of before but never once had you acted on it. Of course, you had fucked her before; eaten her out, made her cum over your fingers, but only ever under her direction, still in your submissive role. Your gaze dropped to the thick strap, haphazardly thrown on the floor from earlier, your stomach rolling at the thoughts clouding your mind. What would it be like to make Emily fall apart, fucking into her with the strap, looking down at her, or pulling her raven locks from behind, having her ride you or even fucking her face, as tears and saliva rolled down her chin. You really were not sure you could top Emily, but the idea made my clench around nothing as she held you, softly stroking your hair, sensing your daze.

“Hey lovey, what are you thinking so hard about?” Emily questioned, slightly squeezing your waist, turning you to face her as her bare thigh slot against your core, “I know your not this wet again over nothing, I can feel your cunt clenching against my thigh.” She smirked, lifting your chin towards her eyeline. A red blush covers your cheeks as you squirm under her gaze, “What’s my pretty girl thinking about now?”

You smiled innocently, not wanting to divulge such thoughts. “Just, you Em.” She smirked, “That’s who your thinking about, not what. Now tell me pretty girl.” She commanded softly, her grip tightening on your chin as her tongue swept over her bottom lip. “Nothing really, just you know what it would be like if I was your dominant.” You hid your face, blushing profusely into Emily’s chest, desperate to avoid any eye contact.

Emily was taken back by such sincerity, the vulnerability in your voice as you expressed your post-scene thoughts. “I haven’t though about it before y/n, but I’d be willing to try, if that is something you’d like to explore once.” She guided you to look at her once more, her brown eyes searching for yours in this moment of exposure. “I don’t know if I have it in me, but I do think about it sometimes and it makes me feel all types of ways.” You giggle, pulling Emily into a soft kiss, to distract her, as you flicked the bedside light off and cuddled up for bed.

As the night continued passing touches lingered, anticipation grew, and you decided you needed her. Emily was softly snoring next to you, the rise and fall of her chest a comforting rhythm, though usually lulling you to sleep, you were restless, a possessive nature was settling over you, one you had not experienced before. You nuzzled closer to Emily placing a kiss on her forehead. “Em wake up.” You gently ran your fingers over her toned arms as she shifted towards you, her eyes fluttering open. “Something wrong sweetheart,” she spoke gently, her eyes filled with concern but soon replaced with desire as she saw the possession in yours.

You shook your head, chuckling, “No nothing wrong, just can’t sleep. I have been thinking about you, again honey.” She smiled, placing a kiss to your lips, “Anything I can help with princess.” You pushed forwards feinting dominance, “On your back, pussy spread, I want to see you, beautiful.” She took a breath, trembling and swallowing as she allowed you to take control. She needed you now, but the idea of submission was something Emily had never played with before.

You tilted her chin up a little, your gazes intertwining in reassurance, “We are in this together babe, remember. We’re exploring and finding out what we like. I am only doing this if you want me to.” She nodded, knowing the conversation all too well as one she had given to you repeatedly, instilling it into your being. “I want this my love, take control.” You had never seen Emily nervous before, so vulnerable, but she knew she was safe, and she cherished the repour you had built.

Taking your time, you memorised every inch of her being, like you had frequently before from a different angle. Emily settled in the middle of the bed, dazing longingly up at you, awaiting your commands, trying to be as pliant as she could for your first time in a dominant role. You felt exhilarated by the change in roles, but a sense of apprehension still clouded your vision.

You took in her frame once again, your focus centring on her swollen pussy, she was already soaked, “So good for me Em, soaked already.” She moaned as you drew your fingers through her cunt, before bringing her slick to your mouth, “You taste so good honey. Letting your submissive, fuck you, how does that feel?” Emily growled, her eyes darkening, you knew next time you would be punished but the opportunity was too good to pass.

Lowering yourself between her legs, your tongue flattened against her core, licking from her entrance to her clit, slightly dipping your tongue into her as she moaned. You paid attention to the sounds she elicited as your lapped at her cunt, before taking her clit into your mouth, sucking harshly as she writhed beneath you. “Please y/n more, stop teasing.” You were taken back, Emily Prentiss begging for you to touch her. “Was that you begging for me to touch you Em.” Emily gripped your hair as you looked up from between her thighs, “Hands to yourself, I’m in control.” You advised “if you want to cum you will behave you brat.” You shot a glare at her as Emily complied releasing you from her grip and settling to hold the sheets. “Say please,“ you taunted her.

“Fuck, please y/n, I need you.” Emily begged, you entered two fingers into her dripping cunt and began to fuck them into her, rubbing against her sweet spot as your tongue made circles around her clit, her hips bucking against your face as her cum dripped down your chin. As you ate her out, she was getting close, her thighs trembled and tensed, her knuckles whitening under the sheets as her grip tightened. “What do you need Em?” You asked teasingly.

“P- Please make me cum for you darling,” Emily’s eyes pleaded, glazing over with the pleasure, but you only pulled out of her cunt, slamming your fingers into her mouth instead, before grabbing the strap from the bedside cabinet and adjusting it to your waist. “On your knees.” Emily slid off the bed, shaking from the pleasure, she looked up at you submissively through her long eyelashes as you tapped her chin, “Open and suck. Get it ready for your pussy Em.” Emily’s lips parted as she took your strap in her mouth.

Your hand tangled into her hair as she bobbed her head taking more of the strap, fucking her face until spit was dripping down her chin and she began to gag. “Good girl, you suck my strap so well Em.” She smiled at you; a haze clouded her usual dominant persona, one you recognised in yourself. “On the bed, legs spread.” You pointed and guided Emily towards where you needed her. Pushing her knees to her chest you rubbed the strap through her dripping folds. “Please y/n need you in me.” She whined, as you slowly pushed into her core, stretching her out as her mouth fell agape in pleasure and her eyes rolled back.

“So good for me Em, taking me so well,” you praised, landing a slap to her ass. She moaned out as your felt her walls clench around the strap. “Good to see you like to be spanked Em.” She rolled her eyes as you smirked, before she could protest you thrust into her fast and hard, the fake veins of the strap rubbing skilfully against Emily’s walls, the tip rhythmically hitting her sweet spot. “Rub your clit, I want to see you fuck yourself over my strap.” Emily lost it, she reached down, her eyes darked and she circled her clit, looking up at you moaning, her eyes fixed on yours, knowing it would get a rise from you. “Such a little vouyer, Em. Does it feel good knowing I can see your cunt being destroyed, so exposed, dripping and needy for me.” She moaned, her exhibitionist nature showing.

Her moans gained volume as you reached up tweaking her nipples, thrusting into her whilst she played with her pussy. “You can cum Em, let me see you.” You stated, pinching her nipple perfectly as you felt her clamp down on the strap, her body trembling under your control. “Hmm so good for me,” you praised, pulling out of her, “Fuck y/n baby so good.” You smirked at her worship of you. Pulling off the strap, discarding it on the floor, you knelt between her thighs, licking through her folds, savouring her taste. “You look so good beneath me Em.” You winked as she squirmed under your gaze, pushing your head away smirking.

“Okay princess, will you let me take control from now? This is new for us both and I think some aftercare would be good.” You nodded, allowing her to take back some control, knowing it would help bring her back to her usual base level. “I think we should shower Em. Let me help you wash up?” She nodded as you reached your hand out to her, she gladly accepted it as you made your way into the bathroom to shower.

Emily turned on the facet, the warm water enticing as she pulled you into it, the steam enveloping your bodies, “Thank you honey, I feel so good. I’m proud of you for telling me what you wanted earlier.” She nuzzled into you closer, your usual shyness returning as her soft breasts pushed against you, her arms draped around you under the water, “I love you Em. You’re so good to me.” She hummed satisfied, “I love you too y/n. Forever and always.”

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Tag List: @olderwomenenthusiast @m-1234-5 @wands-natsthing

[coldfanbou]

Releasing Tension

Here's the fic for the week. Julie gets to have a lot of fun tonight.

Length 2.1K

Julie X mreader

“I hope you’re ready,” Julie said, swinging her hips as she walked. The sultry woman convinced you to return to her hotel room after a few drinks together. She spun around, walking backward with her hands behind her back, smiling at you as she leaned forward and gave you a look at her cleavage. “You have no idea how pent-up I am. I really need this,” She said as her eyes drifted downward.

You watched as Julie lowered her jacket to her elbows, revealing more of her dress.”I’ll try not to disappoint you.” 

Julie reaches out, grabs your belt, and begins to unbuckle it. “I sure hope so. I’m going to be riding you all night. Let’s get inside.”  She pulls you along by your belt, opening the door quickly and ushering you inside before closing the door behind her. Julie kicked her boots off before slipping her jacket off in the doorway, revealing her simple back dress. Its short length showed off her toned legs; its loose staps gave you another view of her cleavage when she leaned over. “Should I just slip this thing off, or do you want to tear it off me?” Julie said, her thumb under one of her straps, moving it off her shoulder. She steps toward you slowly, playing with her hair as she leans against you. “Well?”

“I want to see it slip off you.”

Julie gives you a sly smile and takes a single step back, slipping her thumb under her other strap; she moves it off her shoulder and lets her dress slip down to her waist. Her perky breasts jiggle as Julie rocks from one foot to the other. Her light brown nipples were stiff already as she stared at you. “Are you just going to stare, or are you going to touch me?” As you step toward her, Julie wraps her arms around your neck and pulls you into a kiss. The slight scent of alcohol hits you when Julie moans as you cup her tits. “That’s more like it,” She groans in a low voice. She raises one of her legs, rubbing it against the outside of yours. “Help me get this off before we take this to the bed.”  Your hands move down her toned stomach, lingering momentarily before finding her dress and pulling it down. Julie’s wide hips catch the dress, forcing you to press your hands against her to get it off. 

As your lips went in for another kiss to take in her body, Julie’s inner thigh was slick with her nectar. She pressed them together and rubbed them back and forth before you spread her legs apart and carried her to the bed. You could feel the ends of her lips curl upward, her smile growing more prominent as she imagined how long the night would be. As you place her on the edge of the bed, Julie raises her foot, stopping you from getting closer. “Not so fast, mister. We need to get you undressed, too.” Julie’s delicate hands reach for your jeans, unbuttoning them and pulling down the zipper before pulling them down. With a significant bulge, Julie beams a smile at you as her palm runs up and down the shaft. She bulges down your boxers and frees your cock, watching it with glee as it springs out. You quickly throw your shirt off and watch as Julie changes position, lying on her stomach as she grabs your cock and slowly strokes it. “Look at this little guy,” She says, her hands eagerly pumping your shaft. “I shouldn’t say that. It’s going to be more than a handful to deal with.” She says, smiling at you.

You groan her name as she continues to stroke your cock, “Shit, how are you so good?” 

“You think this feels good? Just you wait.”Julie replies. She leans in, tilting her head slightly as she kisses the tip. You twitch in her hand, making her giggle. Julie scooches closer, turning slightly as she kisses your shaft, her hand still moving along your base as her other one cups your balls. She gives you light squeezes as her tongue runs along the side, moving back toward the head. You throw your head back and moan, enjoying her soft touches. 

You watch her kick her feet softly as she spreads her lips and swallows the head of your cock. Julie’s tongue gingerly moves around the edge of the head, sending shivers down your spine. She slowly wraps her lips around the head, trapping it inside the warm and wet cavern. Her tongue ran over the tip as she gave your balls light squeezes with one hand, and the other moved along your shaft. She groaned, enjoying herself as she coated your cock in saliva. Julie’s eyes occasionally shot up, checking your reaction. Pleased with herself, Julie began to bob her head, her deft tongue rubbing the underside of your cock. You rested one hand on her head, guiding her as she took another inch inside. You felt the warmth of her mouth grow hotter as you hit the back of her throat. Julie retreated slowly, sucking on the head before audibly popping it out of her mouth. A thin string of saliva kept her tied to your cock; she chuckled and gave the tip of your cock a sloppy kiss, her lips pressed roughly against it. “Mwah, nice and hard,” She commented, her hand still stroking your shaft, covering the rest of it in saliva. “I don’t know about you, but I want to move on.” 

Julie shifted onto all fours before lying on her back; her knees bent as she spread her legs apart. She moved one hand down her stomach, eventually reaching her lower lips. She spread them apart slowly, “Fuck me,” she commanded. You weren’t going to go against her orders and crawl over her with your cock in hand. Aligning it with her cunt, you push the head in first. You both moan. Julie’s walls clamped down tightly, and you felt the heels of her feet press against your back. She wrapped her arms around your neck and lifted her upper body off the mattress. “Don’t be shy. I want it all inside me, fuck me up.” Her words excited you, and you rammed the rest of your length inside without a second thought. You tore through Julie, earning yourself a loud cry of pleasure as she threw her head back. Her legs fully wrap around your waist, and her arms tighten around your neck.

You stay buried inside Julie, her walls squeezing you before relaxing. You begin to move slowly, feeling your cock rub against every nook and cranny of her cunt before rushing back into her. Each thrust makes Julie moan; she felt stretched out by your cock and loved every second of it. She pressed her lips against yours, stifling her own moans as you continued to stir her insides. Julie used her legs to push you deeper inside, sending you crashing into her womb. Her brain was melting away from the pleasure, the only thing on it being your cock. “M-more mmm cock,” She mumbled as you pressed your lips against hers. 

“You’re so tight,” You groan, struggling to keep your pace as you feel your orgasm coming. Julie’s thighs squished your sides as they tensed up. Julie felt herself about to blow. She let go of you, resting against the bed and gripping the sheets. She gritted her teeth as loud cries flowed from her. With the slight separation given to you, you played with her tits, fondling them and watching them bounce from every thrust. 

Julie could feel your cock throbbing inside her, about to cum. Before you could utter a word, she gave you an order, “I’m on the pill, cum inside me. Cum in my pussy.” You buried your cock inside of Julie and unloaded, pouring your cum into the idol, feeling her walls squeeze more cum out of you as she reached her climax. Julie's low moan filled the room as she arched her back. “Shit, there’s so much.” She said, her chest heaving. Her leg lock loosened around you, eventually falling away entirely as you pulled out your softened cock. Julie looked down, her fingers gathering cum as it poured out of her. She brought her fingers up to her face, spreading them apart and watching as your cum spread along her hand. She gave it a taste, licking her fingers clean and groaning. “I want a little more,” Julie huffs as she moves to the edge of the bed, her head hanging off the end. She purses her lips, “You felt my throat earlier; I want you to use it this time,” She opens her mouth, sticking her tongue out as she waits. You get in close, accidentally smacking her cheek with your cock before she’s able to wrap her lips around the tip.

Your cock was covered in cum from your orgasm, making the experience all the better, for Julie got an early taste. She relished in the taste, enjoying the salty liquid as she lapped it up. Julie feels your cock getting hard again, expanding in her throat as you push it further inside. Turned on from feeling it so far inside her, she began to play with herself. The idol squeezed one of her tits roughly while her other hand teased her clit. Her hums only made the deepthroat feel better. You didn’t notice yourself pushing the entire length of your cock inside her mouth. Julie’s fingers moved faster, flicking her clit as she felt your cock quickly throbbing inside her. She was excited, thinking about the cum you were going to dump into her stomach at any moment.

“I’m gonna cum, Julie,” You groan; you continue to thrust into her throat, feeling the warm tightness around your cock. You watch her tits jiggle with your thrusts and reach for her nipple, pinching the hard nub. You watch as Julie’s hand furiously moves in and out of her cunt and slam your hips forward, driving your cock into her as you shoot your cum into her stomach. You hunch over Julie, groaning as you feel her tongue swirl around your cock. As you pull out, Julie’s lips wrap tightly around you, scraping every ounce of cum from your cock. You jerk yourself off, getting one last spurt of cum out. It lands upon Julie’s face, forcing her eyes shut. Once it was over, Julie rolled onto her stomach, breathing heavily as she wiped the semen off her face.

“Oh my god, you have no idea how badly I needed that.” Julie licks her lips, satisfied with all the cum you gave her. Patting the spot next to her, Julie says, “You can still go, right?”

“I can keep going,”

A massive grin forms on her, “Great. Lay down. I’ll take it from here.” You lay down on the bed, glad you’ll rest while Julie does all the work. Stroking your cock, Julie works to get you hard again. Feeling extra sensitive, you groan every time her palm rubs against the head. Once at full mast, Julie crawls over you, squatting over you with her legs spread wide. Julie spreads her lips, dripping your cum back onto your cock before rubbing the head of your cock against her folds. The idol before you coos as she sinks onto your cock, every inch slowly going inside her smoothly. Julie leans forward, nearly falling if it wasn’t for you holding her up. “Shit, sorry. It just feels so good,” She groans. Julie intertwines her fingers with yours, using you as support as she lifts herself along your shaft before slamming herself back down. You both cry out in pleasure and know that neither one of you is going to last very long. Every bounce Julie makes brings you closer to your third orgasm; her walls are tightly wrapped around you, squeezing you as she goes into her deep squat. 

You can only watch as her cunt swallows your cock, groaning from the pleasure as her insides rub the head of your cock incessantly. Every time she moved along your shaft, more cum would escape her cunt, coating both of you as your bodies met. You felt Julie’s grip get tighter; she squeezed your hands as her walls clamped down around your cock. “I’m- I’m gonna cum,” She mumbled, struggling to stay balanced. Julie crumbled from her squatting position, straddling you like a cowgirl and grinding against you as she tried to hold off on her orgasm. You let go of her hands, moving your own to her waist and holding her in place as you impaled her with your cock. Julie threw her head back, whining as she climaxed. You came with her, your cum pouring into her as she collapsed on your chest. “It’s so warm, I’m so warm.” She said softly, grinding on your cock. “We’ll go again after a small rest.”

[ladysherreeamore]

Things "Just Friends" don't do

Nic decided to say "he's just my friend" after almost 8 months 🤭 how many times did you rehearse that line? Or did you get caught off guard and have to think about what you should say to keep things professional?

If Luke is "just a friend" then I have a few questions for you Nicola Mary Coughlan

1. Why did you open your blouse for Luke to look at your boobs?

2. Why did you sit with no space between you on the couch looking at him with sex in your eyes saying "seven"?

3. Why can't you resist touching each other?

4. Why do you look at him with heart eyes as if no one else is around?

5. Why did you say you don't have a relationship with anyone like you have with Luke?

6. Why did you say "people want me to marry Luke"? Who are these people?

7. Why did aren't you friends with or following Antonia?

8. Why were you and your bestie JVN throwing shade towards Antonia?

9. Why did you amd Luke keep touching each others butts?

10. Why did you write an audiobook about co-workers who fall in love? It sounds like it's about you and Luke

11. Why are your end of year photo dumps Luke coded?

12. Why is the claddagh ring Luke coded? Why is it in the position as if you are married? Why can't you stop wearing it? Why did it switch hands? You know we connect it to Luke

13. Why did you have a polaroid of you and Luke on the back of your phone? This is what a woman does when in a romantic relationship with that person

14. Why did you fidget so much and keep looking to the left while saying "he's just my friend" while wearing the "luke coded ring"

15. Why is Luke hiding? Why did he do a thirst stap post about you? Why does he only come back to post about you? Why does he get jealous? Why are you both acting out of character if your "just friends"?

I have a lot of male friends and I don't act like this with them. We don't believe you!

We can play along until the truth comes out

[gloomuri671]

Under the Influence

Sae Itoshi x Reader

Warning: drinking, make out session, suggestive, sa, grinding

A/N: Oh sevens, have mercy on me. Do not tell my brothers.

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Dear Diary,

Something I learned while living with my grandparents, after my parents divorced, was to always reject overbearing gifts three times before accepting. That's gives the human brain enough time to really consider their options - their choices. At least with my grandparents. It's always stuck with me even until now.

Now, I can hold my liquor quite well. Better than most people some people might say.. At least I hold it better than Sae Itoshi.

Not long ago, Sae is officially eighteen years old. Now we're here celebrating his birthday ina club against his wishes. His team dragged him here to celebrate, so he dragged me with him. Sae is a more respectful man, he doesn't drink, and doesn't even glance at drugs. He studies, practices soccer, and goes to the gym. "A model student," some would call him. Bringing him here was just another excuse for them to drink.. Plus it's a twenty percent discount. It's a pretty good deal!

Perhaps I shouldn't have, but I couldn't help it, dolled myself a bit more than usual. Every girl deserves and should feel pretty. Just a tough up here and there. It's my best friend's birthday too! A part of me hopes he'd call me pretty too. He hasn't said it, but... Oh forget it.

"Lil' mama, over here!"

It goes to show, I was attracting the wrong men, sadly. I just walked in and was immediately approached by a group of middle aged men. "I'm here with my friends, sir," I said. He grabbed my waist and let be too the bar. "Oh, I'm sure they'd understand," he waved off. I looked back at the table where Sae and his teammates were waiting for me. They didn't see me yet, but I hoped they'd catch wind and save me. I'm definitely in the wrong shoes for this.

"I'll have a whiskey," he ordered. He looked at me and nodded to the bartender, "Go ahead, doll." You looked over the menu and chose a pricey little drink while giving the bartender a look. He nodded and stared shaking up your drink. "You know how to pick 'em," the man next to you said, "I'm a more old fashioned man myself."

Oh diary, I was so scared. When our drinks came, I took a sip of mine and sighed in relief when I realized the bartender mixed more juice than alcohol, little to none - just enough to calm me down. "What brings you here?" The bartender asked. One by one the men around me answered his question, but by the look on his face, he wanted my answer the most. "My best friend turns eighteen today," I said, "Him and his team are over there waiting for me." They recognized their country's junior soccer team from the counter. "Oh, so go for men in high places?" Another man next to me pondered. He touched my knee and I jolted slightly. I was afraid. "No need to be so eager, sweetheart," he chuckled. I gave a silent plea for the man behind the counter, whom nodded his head, and disappeared from my sight. What was he doing?

"I own one of the more infitely successful companies in Spain," he told me, "I could shower you in diamonds. Jewels that you stare at while window shopping." His slid up to my thigh slowly, stopping at the helm of my dress. The man on my other side played with the stap of my dress. "Would you be my little sugar baby, doll?" What the hell am I supposed to do?! Somebody! I looked around the club and not one person looked sober enough to help me. Anyone! I looked towards Sae's table, my table, and everyone at that table looked completely out of it.

Get me out of here!

"Sir, I'm going to have to ask you to stop touching my lady."

Huh?

Stopping my search for any help, Sae and Jordan stood a few steps from me. Jordan, the only other Real Madrid junior player that I could call "my friend." "You her boy toy, shrimp?" Jordan scrunched up his nose, but Saw didn't even flinch. "Yeah, so hand her over," he said nonchalantly, "I don't like you holding her up." Oh. My. God! With the way Jordan was trying not to snicker, I knew my face was red.

It wasn't long before one of the men threw a punch at Jordan. Now a browl broke out between Real Madrid and the middle aged men that flocked around me. "You want another drink, ma'am?" The bartender asked me. I looked at him and scanned over the menu before ordering a drink of my choice. "On the house, sweetie," he told me. "Thank you." I sipped in my drink slowly while the brawl was happening. Sooner or later, the staff would have to break up the fight, but for now.. I'll just watch.

When the fight died down, those men were kicked out and the team stayed for more drinks. This is how I found out that Saw is a lightweight. Best Mid Fielder in the world and he can't hold his alcohol? I'm a little buzzed too, but.. Since when did he become so.. Clingy?

The party died down and I, the designated driver, took everyone home with the van we rented out for road trip games. Oh, if coach ever found out what we were using it for... He'd wonder why we didn't bring him! Oh, but if Sae is a lightweight then coach is the complete opposite of that. The tab would've been doubled.

Pulling up to the school, me and Sae switched cars so that I found drop him off then head straight home. One thing is for sure, I'm never letting Sae drink again. "You can put the seat back, Sae," I said. He complied, but now he was staring at me. "Can you hold my hand?" He asked me. I glanced at him then focused back on the road. Wordlessly, I gently held his hand and relaxed feeling his warm hands - slightly warmer because of the alcohol.

One hand on the wheel, I parallel parked my car in front of his drive way. Turning off my engine, I said, "Okay, we're here." I looked to my little passenger prince and into those dangerously teal eyes. Was he watching me this whole time? "Hard not to," he said, "Your pretty when you concentrate on something. Did I ever tell you that?" Did I say that out loud? Shit. He fixed up his chair to sit up right. Never once did he look away from me though.

He let go of my hand and used it to trace my jaw instead. I shivered under his feather like touch. Eye contact is a dangerous thing with Sae: It's like he was Jafar and could hypnotize me into submission - not too far off actually. Still... He's never looked at me this way before.

Looking at him more closely, I'm reminded that my best friend is drunk and has no idea what he's doing. I cleared my throat and gently pushed his hand down. "You're drunk, Sae," I told him. As much as this hurts, rejecting his touch, I couldn't let him do this to himself - to me.

I open my car door and get out as fast as I could. Once I close the door, I take deep breaths to calm myself down. "What the hell was that?" I whispered. This wouldn't be good for my conscience. Whatever it was - whatever I was feeling - whatever he was feeling.. "I'm blaming it on the booze," I muttered.

I took the keys and unlocked his house door, only now realizing that the birthday boy isn't with me. I'm reminded that my passenger prince can't open his door on the inside and came back. I looked through the window to see him nodding off slightly and giggled. I opened up the door and peeked my head in. "Sorry about that," I said, "C'mon, I'll help you to bed."

I reached out my hand and yelped when I was suddenly pulling into the car. Landing face first into his chest, the door was pulled shut, and the recliner pushed back. I gasped and scrambled to get up. "Where you going?" Saw asked. There was something different about his tone. I froze and looked down at him. His legs were open as far apart as the car would let him. "Come here," he beckoned, patting his lap expectingly. I gulped, but complied.

"Sae, bestie, you're drunk," I told him. He nodded and nuzzled his head into my neck. I'm sure he can feel my pulse, the shiver I felt when I felt his breath on my neck, the goosebumps I felt when his arms trapped me to him. "I know," he assured.

One

"It's me, Sae," I told him, "It's me, Y/n, your best friend." His breath became shakey and he kissed the pulse on my neck. "I know, Y/n," he answered back.

Two

"You're gonna regret this in the morning," I warned him. He shook his head and trailed kisses up my neck, to my cheek and kissed the tip of my nose. "I won't," he said. My breath shook, before I wrapped my arms around his neck.

Three

I let it escape me like broken dam that's been slowly coming down after so long. I finally kiss him. I could taste the Hennessey on his tongue, just as sure he could taste the Rum off of mine. His lips were soft, everything I imagined. "Fuck, Y/n," he groaned. Oh, shit.

My last bit of restraint left me and mounted his lap like I would a horse. I kissed him with ever bit of desire I held for him. I opened my eyes, but his were closed. I sighed in disappointment. I would've loved to look into his eyes right now too. Closing them again, I instead focused on the hands that started to roam my body. I returned the favor.

Reluctantly, I broke the kiss to come up for air. I would've loved to drown in him longer, but I didn't want to overwhelm him. No, not when I finally get to kiss him after all this time. I precked his lips, then his cheek, his jaw, all the way down to his collar bone. His breath was heavy, and I reveled in ever second. Searching his neck for that one spot, once he let out a moan, I attacked it desperately. "Make that sound again," I whispered. He called for me among his curses. Oh, fuck I'm a goner.

When his hands made their way to my ass, I knew it was over for me. Giving a squeeze, my breath shallowed and I suppressed a moan. Noticing this, he did it again until he was playing with it as if it was play doh. My dress hiked up a bit, but I could care less. Especially when the tormentor of my dreams is right under me.

What other sounds could he make? His lustful gaze filled me with determination. I fully sat down on his growing buldge and circled my hips slightly. His breath hitched, a loud moan came from him, eyes blown wide. "There's those pretty eyes," I muttered. I grinded down on him, my hand cupping his face as if he was fine China. "So handsome," I whispered. Perhaps he heard me the first time, because now be fought to keep his eyes open. Never once looking away from me. Oh if only he knew what he did to me. Or maybe he did?

One hand on my ass and the other on my hip, he helped guide my hips on him, grinding up to meet me half way too. A shakey moan leaves my lips before I could stop it. Hes kissing me again, only this time, he's looking me in the eyes while doing so. A man could offer me millions of diamonds, but all I'd care about are the ones watching me right now. Looking at me with a hunger I'd only ever fantasize about. Such precious jewels and right now they were all mine. "All yours," he whispered to me. "Oh my god." I said that out loud too!? "All fucking yours," he said again, planting kisses on my neck. There would most likely be marks in the morning, what a hassle. "Always been," he whispered in my ear, grinding us closer together. I moaned at the sensation.

Maybe the Vodka hit me harder than I thought. Because now I'm most likely soaked down there. Sae would never say that to any girl who showed interest. I've seen it may times before: The love struck fan confesses her love, but Sae doesn't even spare them a glance. Now I'm imagining he'd declare himself all for myself? But I wish that was so. So I'll believe he ment to say that for now.

"F-fuck, right there," I whimpered. My hips feverishly grinding down where his buldge hit the spot just right. Over and over and over again. "S-Sae," I whimpered. He finally left my neck alone, helping me reach my high, kissing my lips like he would in my dreams. "C'mon, babe," he told me, "私のために兼. (Watashi no tame ni ken.)" Oh, f-u-uck. That's it.

Riding out the high of the moment, Sae let out a loud groan. Looking down at his lap, I gasped when I saw the mess we made. I saw the creamy white slowly trying to escape from his pants. I let out a shakey moan and tried to get off him. He held me in place, though.

"Thank you," he whispered into my hair, "I love you." My heart skipped a beat. "I love you," I said without thinking. It was only when his arms tightened around me did I realize what I had done. "Oh no," I thought out loud, "Oh no no no no no." I got up, rolled the window down, reached my hand out and opened the door from the outside. Was he fucking serious.

Getting out of the car, I fixed my dress and helped Sae out of the car. He looked confused and I wouldn't blame him: I was too. Locking my car, I helped into his house and to his room.

I took off his shoes and changed him out of his dirty sweaty clothes. He'll thank me later. Since it's his first time drinking, he'll know the horrors of waking up and smelling like shit, but at least he'll be in fresh clothes and not in the ones that already probably smell like shit and would get worse the longer he waits til the morning. My breath hitched when I saw his cum soaked underwear. It didn't help that Sae looked like he was studying my reactions.

Once he closed his eyes I finally let myself sober up and pace his room. "Why the fuck did you do that!? Bad, Y/n. Don't you know how much he trusts you?" I quietly scolded myself, "I'm such a bitch. I couldn't even keep my hands to myself! Taking advantage of your crush when he's drunk is the dumbest and shitiest thing I could've ever done." I ran my fingers through my hair and looked down at Sae, who was sleeping peacefully in his bed.

"Look at you," I whispered, "Sleeping peacefully while I'm left to ponder what the fuck I'm supposed to do now." I looked at the blanket over him and fixed it better so that he could feel more comfortable. I looked at the AC and turned it down a bit, making it colder, so that I would be less sweaty in the morning. "Why must you torture me so much? Don't you know how much I love you, soccer genius?" I laughed slightly, "Pfft- "I love you" my ass... Wish you were sober though." I sighed softly. Took his shoes and left the room.

He'd forget it all in the morning.

I'm never letting him drink again. It's bad for my heart.

Oh my.. What have I done? Anyways, that's progress.. Maybe. Now this is getting interesting.

What do you think will happen?

-Levi

[sapphicshitnvibes]

Ovulating is not for the weak I s2g. Because the number of fantasies that I now want to play out with my girlfriend (if she wants to, obviously) that only popped into my head as of today should be fucking studied.

Railing me from behind with a strap while she tells me what a good lil cumbunny I'm being? Fuck yeah. (The "bunny" thing is a recent development too tbh. I haven't mentioned it to her yet because I'm too embarrassed😅) But tbh I'd love to just sit on her lap, cockwarming her stap while she tells me how pretty I look.🥰 Debuting a pastel lingerie set and some bunny ears, maybe even a tail plug if I'm feeling fancy~

Or, putting a blindfold on me, tying my hands up, and maybe even playing music/white noise/whatever the hell in my headphones while she has her way with me. All I can go off of is her touch, and I could only guess what she'd do next. Maybe she'd eat me out for hours, going and going until I couldn't anymore. Maybe she'd edge me forever, or hold my legs apart so I'd have to take whatever she gave me.

Fucking myself with a remote controlled dildo while I eat her out, so she gets to decide when I cum. Maybe she'll try to sync it with her own orgasm, or maybe she won't let me cum until she does. Maybe she'll keep me cumming over and over again while my head is between her legs.

She sits behind me so her front is to my back while I'm playing on my switch or something, and she starts asking me about the game I'm playing. While I'm explaining it, she starts touching me all over. Slowly at first, maybe with some kisses on my neck while she gropes my boobs. But when I start to stumble over my words, she keeps moving lower, gripping my neck a little while she puts her hand down my pants. "Go on babe. I wanna hear about your game.😇" (The game is long forgotten.)

Maybe the roles are reversed. Maybe she rides my face, grinding against my tongue while I eat her out like a woman starved. She grips my hair, making me moan against her, and I grab her hips to keep her moving against me while I listen to the pretty noises she makes.

69ing while I suck on her clit until she screams?

Her putting a toy in my ass and my pussy while she either eats me out or shoves her fingers in my mouth, calling me a good little slut? Calling me needy for wanting all of my holes to get used at the same time? Her telling me that she's so glad that only she gets to see me like this, whiny and desperate to be used?

That's just a couple of them tbh😅

[jamdoughnutmagician]

Ultimate Fantasy (Eddie Munson x Reader 18+)

Ever since @raccoonboywrites said about Eddie getting fucked, I could not stop thinking about it. I had other stuff I was working on, but my brain would not rest until I churned out this Eddie pegging fic. So here it is! Enjoy this little bit of filth :)

Word Count:837

Masterlist // Eddie Munson Masterlist

Eddie braced himself on his elbows as he arched his back, raising his hips and presenting his ass up to you. The pale skin of his perfectly peachy cheeks tinted pink from where your hands had squeezed into the plump flesh as you worked him open on your fingers. 

Soft whimpers tumbled from his lips as you teased his hole, stretching him on one finger, then two, even three, even going as far to lean close enough to let your tongue drag across the puckered skin, gliding upwards until your tongue meets the seam of his swollen balls.

You had been talking about this for a few days after, Eddie had gotten a little too high one night, and let slip that this was something that was on his ‘ultimate fantasy’ list. Talking through everything that might be a concern or worry, setting a safe word, creating a safe space to explore this new side of your relationship with your boyfriend. 

Whilst this had been a suggestion that Eddie had brought to your attention, you can’t lie, the thought of having your boyfriend completely at the mercy of your control sent a chill of excitement down your spine.

And all of that brings you to where you are now. Pressed up behind Eddie, perched on your knees, with the material of the staps biting into the soft skin of your thighs. A generous amount of lube spread over his ass and the fake cock strapped to the harness. 

Your hand skims across the flat of his back, a gentle reminder of how much you love him.

“You ready, Eds?”

“I think so?”

With your hand wrapped around the base of the dildo, you slowly push your hips forward, guiding the length towards his hole. The head pops in and you still your movements for a moment to check in with him when you hear the little breathy gasp that he lets out.

“Are you okay?”

“Want you to keep going, please. I promise I can take it, I just wanna feel it.” 

Your hips keep slowly moving forward, sliding into him inch by inch until you’re fully seated deep inside him. The groan that rumbles in the back of his throat is enough to make your cunt throb with arousal. Not yet, this wasn’t about you, this was about Eddie.

“How’s that feel baby?” you coo.

““Feels like I can feel you all the way in my fuckin’ guts.” he shudders 

“I’ll take that as a good thing?” 

“Yeah, fuck, yeah definitely a good thing.” his low breathy laugh comes.

“I’m going to start moving now, okay baby?” you tell him, your voice as sweet as syrup.

“Please.” 

That’s all you need to hear from him before you’re drawing your hips back until just the tip remains, and thrusting forward. Fucking into him with gentle, controlled thrusts. Eddie’s soft whines turn into fully unabashed moans as your movements pick up, pounding into his tight hole with heavy thrusts.

His poor needy cock hangs heavy between his thighs, flushed with need and steadily dripping with pearlescent arousal.

Your hands grip his hips for more leverage as you continue to bury yourself in him. Squeezing the soft flesh under your fingertips in an almost bruising grip.

 The drag of your cock inside him was unlike anything Eddie could have ever anticipated, but now he’d had just a taste of the pleasure, he knew this was something that he would never be able to be without.

“Touch me please..” he whines, even surprising himself at the needy tone of his voice.

“But, I am touching you, baby” you tease, punctuating your point with a particularly pounding thrust.

“M-my cock..please..ah..it hurts..” he grits through his teeth. 

Good boy, remembering his manners. Your hand reaches around his slim hips, down to where his poor neglected cock hung hot and heavy between his thighs. Veins throbbing under your touch as you coast your fist up and down his length. With every thrust of your cock pushing into him, he was jerking forward into your fist, desperately in search of his release.

You could tell he was getting close, his skin was blooming scarlet, intricate inky tattoos sitting on flushed, sweat-drenched skin. He was arching into your every move. Despite not being able to see him from this angle, you were almost willing to bet that those pretty chocolate brown eyes were rolling back as he shuddered with need. 

It didn’t take very much more than a few well-angled thrusts, the head of your cock pounding against his prostate, and your slick fist working over him before he was coming with a deep growling moan spilling from his lips. Rope after rope of dripping white spurting from his tip, glazing your knuckles and the sheets below. 

As the pretty moans died on his tongue, you could only hope that this was the first of many times where Eddie would only too happily bend to your will in the name of pleasure.

@penguinsandpotterheads @paybacksawitch @aphrogeneias @mrsjellymunson @eddiesxangel @onegirlmanytales

[dazedantics]

"Hey, Buddy," You say with a smile as your blond haired companion opened the front door.

His furrowed brow and deepset scowl immediately shifted into a look of surprise as Kaveh saw you standing on his doorstep.

"Y-Y/N? What are you ... It's so late, why aren't you at home?"

You handed him a grocery bag and stepped inside, closing the door behind you.

"Ehh, it's been a while since we hung out so I thought I'd stop by. Plus, you've been so busy lately you've ignored all my messages, you feelin' alright?"

He let out a groan and hit his forehead with a palm, "Ah, Sorry. This last project has just been a bit much. I've been trying to finish it as fast as possible so I can just forget about it already."

You tied your hair up as you made your way to his kitchen, reaching for all the tools you'd need to make what may have been his only meal of the day.

"How did I know," you muse rhetorically. "Well, I'm sure you already know that's a bad idea, so c'mon, might as well take your break while I'm here."

The tired male ambled over, placing the bag on the counter.

"Thanks." He mumbled. "How can I help?"

You placed two glasses on the table. "I'll handle it. Just sit there and tell me what you've been up to," you lifted a large bottle of wine from out of the bag you'd brought with you.

A smile made it's way across his lips. "If I don't see to the end of my project after this, I'm blaming you."

***

A few of glasses of wine and two full plates of stew later and Kaveh was wide awake. The slouched posture and tried tone had been replaced by expressive gestures and loud declarations.

Seeing him back to his regular self made you giggle, mind hazy from the smooth red liquid running through your system, and you dopily hung on to his every word.

And Kaveh didn't mention his project the whole time, so your mission to help him out of his overworking funk was a success.

You leaned into your palm, lazy smile on your face as he continued his speech that you were partially paying attention to.

"You know for once I'd like to just cruise through life easy, right? No all-nighters, no deadlines to catch, and no responsibilities. Just the chance to enjoy the fine things in life, ya know?"

"You're almost there." You reassured.

He snorted with a roll of his eyes, "Yeah, right. You know better than anyone that's not true. It's gonna take years before I can get even a trace of that life."

"Well ... I think this is fun too. You'd get bored of the constant luxury. Having little moments to indulge yourself is probably what makes nights like this more enjoyable."

"... you're spoutin' nonsense."

You let out a laugh, tears coming to your eyes, and he laughed along with you.

"Ah ... I'm so glad I met you, Kaveh, you're ridiculous."

"The only thing that's ridiculous here is your haircut. I mean, seriously, it's flying up everywhere I don't know how you manage it," he grumbled, reaching out to pat it down.

In reality he was only making it look as he described.

"I rock this look, excuse you. Besides you look as if you just got out of bed since I got here," you countered, reaching over to muss up his hair as well.

You twirled the blond locks between your fingers for a while before your hand fell to his face.

He was warm, face flushed from the wine, skin smooth to the touch.

His crimson eyes locked with yours as you began to caress his cheek.

"... you're soft ... like a baby," you murmured beginning to pinch at his cheeks. "Widdle baybay ...."

He recoiled, reaching up to push you away. "Stap!"

You giggled, leaning over the table to reach him better. "Aw, c'mon, I don't have your flawless skin, I jus' wanna feel a lil' bit."

He immediately brought his hands up to cover his face. "Nuh uh!"

You began to coo at him, making him giggle as you tickled in attempts get him to lower his hands.

Soon, you had forgotten your whole reason for tickling him and continued on even as he moved to try and pry your hands away from his sides.

"St-stop! Haha ... I have to pee ...!" He breathed out, curling back into his chair.

You continued to giggle and laugh, neither of you noticing the soft clicking of the front door or the heavy steps approaching you.

It wasn't until you heard a deep, monotonous voice behind you that you noticed someone had entered the house.

"What are you doing up so late?"

You squeaked, banging into the edge of the table and stumbling out of your chair to hide behind Kaveh.

The blond was quiet for a moment before letting out a long groan. "Just enjoyed a nice evening for once, something I'm sure you wouldn't know about."

The man who entered took a glance at you, striking teal and red eyes not revealing a hint of what he might be thinking stopping you in you in your thoughts.

"I don't remember saying you could bring a roommate."

Kaveh scoffed, folding his arms and crossing his legs indignantly, "Oh, relax, they just came to visit is all."

The man looked back at Kaveh. "For your sake, that better be true," he turned around and headed off to his room, "keep the noise down or I'm kicking you both out."

Kaveh mouth off silently behind him in mocking.

You watched the man silently as he walked away, catching onto the way the tips of his ashen hair bounced as he walked and the jut of his muscles moving beneath the tight, black fabric of his shirt and the curves tracing down just under his spine ...

"Ugh, Alhaitham is the worst." Kaveh spat, sipping the remainder of his wine.

You went to sit back in your chair. "I've heard the stories ... hot as hell though."

Kaveh buried his face in his hands, speaking in a low tone so he wouldn't hear, "damn right."

You leaned forward to press your head against the table, hand reaching up to pat Kaveh's hair.

He looked up at you after a moment. "Y/N, why are all the cute ones such assholes?"

You shrugged. "Not all of them are."

He gave you a bored look, "really? I'll believe it when I see it."

"Mm ... you're not an asshole."

He smiled softly at you.

"... thank you." He took your hand in his, brought it down to his lips, and pressed a soft kiss to your palm.

"... what if you were my roommate? I mean, I'm sure we'd have hella more fun everyday. Plus, with you around I just might be able to tolerate that jerk a little more."

You chuckled. "Didn't he just shoot that idea down?"

"Forget that guy! It's high time I got my payback on him. Besides, as long as we mange to get rent in on time he won't have much to complain about."

"Pretty sure that's not how it works"

Kaveh sat up straight, holding both your hands in his now, and scooted closer.

"Move in with me please, save me from this misery."

It took a moment of hazed contemplation for you to nod along.

A tired smirk made its way across your lips, "Got the paperwork lyin' around?"

[jeonginsdiary]

Hey so for tktober can I please request prompts 3, 19, 27 with Lee Seungmin with a ler of your choice? I'm kinda in a ler mood rn and really wanna see him get super wrecked.🥺🥺😚😚 It's totally fine if that's too many prompts or you don't wanna write it. Love your work so so much!! Have a great day!!💖💖💖

- tickletober day 17

- interrogation

- lee! seungmin | ler! minho

- (please watch this video before reading to get an idea of how seungmin was pinned!)

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“aww, does this tickle?” minho cooed like it was some kind of interrogation, seungmin thrashing violently in his grip. he currently had the younger under him, arms pinned with one hand while the other clawed at his vulnerable tummy. the vocalist tried kicking out but found it nearly impossible considering lee know’s legs which wrapped around his own.

“YEHEHEHEHEHEHEHES!!” the boy managed to cackle out in response, trying to bring his arms down but finding his attempts fruitless.

he managed to lower his pinned wrists just a bit, but the dancer pulled them right back up. “so tell me, do you think it’s funny to nearly kill me!?”

to set things clear, all seungmin had done was made a tiny sacrifice. chan was in one of his moods. one where he would tickle any member in sight to pieces. now, seungmin knew he was the next victim and he couldn’t help but call an unsuspecting minho to take his place. well, it’s obvious what the outcome was…

but nonetheless, seungmin arched his back weakly and dug his feet into the sofa “NOHOHOHOHOHO I’M SAHAHAHAHAHARRY!” he cried, desperate to get away from the older’s tickling fingers which were now wiggling into his exposed armpits.

lee know grinned. “don’t you think this deserves a little punishment?” he asked the vocalist in a sweet tone, cocking a brow after receiving a giggly “no!” in return. he moved his hand back down, and clawed at the boy’s belly again, knowing how desperate it made the younger. “there’s no escape min, why don’t you tell me your worst spot~” he cooed in a singsong voice, halting his attack as he waited for an answer.

“nooo! you already know it, don’t play dumb hyu—AHHHHHAHAHAHAHAH STAHAHAHAHAP!!” he was thrown into another round of hysterics when lee know vibrated his fingers back into his stomach “OH MY GAHAHAHAHAHAD! STAP DOING THAHAHAT!” seungmin threw his head back with a giggly scream.

“then why don’t you tell me your spot, huh?” the dancer stretched the boy’s hands up higher and dug back into his pits.

the vocalist shrieked. “STAHAHAHAHAHAP TOUCHING MY AHAHAHAHARMPITS!!” seungmin whined, trying to twist around but finding himself stuck in lee know’s grip.

“oh?” the older hummed. “would you rather i tickled your feet?” he questioned, loving seungmin’s panicked eyes and high pitched laughter.

the younger blushed at the thought. “NOHOHOHO PLEASE DOHOHOHOHON’T—AAAGHHHAHAHAHAHAHHH!!” he let out the most deafening shriek he could muster when minho poked into his navel, using his index finger to wiggle around mercilessly. “IM SAHAHAHARRY!!” seungmin managed to choke out before he shook with silent laughter, trying his best to pull his arms down but being way too weak to do so.

the older noticed this and giggled at his efforts. “keep your arms up! you know you won’t be able to get them down anyways~”

all seungmin could do was arch his back, dig his socked feet into the cushions, and throw his head back crazily, mouth wide open but no sound coming out.

“you’re cute.” the older couldn’t help but tease, letting the boy go and pushing a hand through seungmin’s messy hair.

“i hate you…” the vocalist groaned, leaning into minho’s side and dozing off. he was getting a serious wrecking for that later…

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should i make another fic when chan gets minho??

[qmakobin]

Milk&Coffee

A/n: Hi! how you guys doin? Made this fanfic while listening to Milk & Coffee by Ballistik Boyz. I know the song is not about romance at all (it's about love's complexities based on my understanding) but I thought of cute prompts out of that. THIS IS JUST A FICTION FROM MY DELUSION. SEPARATE REALITY FROM THIS.

Wc: 953 words

Genre: fluff, romantic oneshot, slow burn, neighbor romance

Summary: Y/N once a self-proclaimed morning-hater, finds her mornings transformed by the charming presence of her neighbor, Masa. Sweet, slow-burn mornings turn into a tender routine neither of them wants to break.

I hated mornings. But ever since Masa moved into the apartment next door a year ago, they didn’t feel as heavy anymore.

"You're always half-asleep when you open the door" he laughed one chilly morning, holding two cups. Oh God he looks so damn good. I hid my face because he might see my face burning "Thought I'd bring your usual, milk and coffee. Extra sugar, just how you like it."

I blinked, still sleepy, dressed in a hoodie and mismatched socks but I don't mind. I became more comfortable around him. "You're too cheerful for 6 a.m. What's in that cup of yours? Energy drink?"

He just smirked and handed me the coffee. "Just black. I like my coffee like I like my mornings... quiet but intense."

I rolled my eyes at him but I couldn't help a small smile tugging my lips.

Every morning, he kept showing up. Sometimes with breads, sometimes with stories about his training and schedule. He's an artist and he have a group, Ballistik Boyz. Always with that crooked smile, deep dimple and his chocolate long hair that curled slightly at the ends made my chest flutter.

I grew a little crush on him. Just a little. Who wouldn't?

He once said I reminded him of his highschool friends.. And I don't have any friends outside work that’s why we clicked. The entire floor of this apartment was just us, so our hangout became the narrow stairwell between our doors. That tiny spot had seen shared laughter, yawns, coffee, and quiet yaps over the months. Bringing me his freshly brewed coffee became his routine.

“You know” he said as we sat on the steps between our apartments “you and me... we’re kinda like milk and coffee.”

I tilted my head, curious and confused. “What? because I’m sweet and you’re bitter?” sometimes he's unpredictable.

He chuckled, looking sideways at me. “No, because you soften me.”

Haaaa!???? What did he just say?

I stared at him, stunned. That was the first time Masa said something that made the air feel warmer.

He looked away, pretending to sip his drink. “We blend well, that’s all I’m saying.”

?????????

There was a long pause. What the hell? Why all of a sudden he became like this? You better stap Masahiro😭

The air between us quiet, warm. I sipped my coffee, wondering if he could hear how loud my heart was beating

I stared at him after.

He looked back, holding my gaze this time. “You soften the bitter taste. Make me better.”

And for a second, I forgot how to breathe.

"Masa..." I whispered, unsure what I was even trying to say.

I shook my head, trying to look away, but before I could, he leaned just a little closer, his shoulder brushing against mine on the step. “Can I try something?”

My heart skipped. “What?”

His free hand gently touched my jaw, barely there. I-i can't breathe with his sudden act“If you hate it, push me away.”

Before I could even answer, he leaned in.

And kissed me.

Hsgstahajsjsjsjsj!!!!!!!!

It was quiet... like him in the mornings. Warm. Simple..

His lips were soft, just like his voice when he told me I softened him. Just like the way he brought coffee without being asked. Just like the way he always listened, even when I wasn’t talking.

He pulled back slightly, just enough for his breath to brush over my lips.

“Well?” he whispered, eyes searching mine.

"Ha?" I'm hanging. Lagging.

"You okay?" He asked while staring at me. Oh God, Those eyes!

"No"

He blinked. “What?”

“I—” I broke into a nervous laugh. “You just kissed me"

"Want to try it again?" Whattt!!??

I choked on air. “Ha?” Is he really serious asking me this??

He leaned in and stared at my lips.

“Masahiro” I warned, heat creeping into my cheeks. “I will throw this coffee at you.”

He leaned closer, smirking. “Do it. I’ll still kiss you.”

“You’re funny.”

“And you’re red.”

“Shut up!”

He laughed softly, then his hand lifting to tuck my hair behind my ear, fingers grazing my cheek.

“You’re cute when you’re red" he murmured, voice dipping lower.

I looked up at him... eyes wide, heart pounding, and I knew he was going to kiss me again before he even moved.

This one wasn’t gentle like the first.

He leaned in slow, but the kiss was firmer. Pressed with more certainty, lips warm and tasting faintly of coffee.. just a little bitter, just a little sweet. Like us. It wasn’t rushed or desperate. Just… right.. He tilted his head, deepening it just enough to make my knees weaken a little, just enough to make me grip his shirt for balance feeling the heat of his chest underneath.

And then.. he smiled against my lips.

“Still want to throw the coffee?” he whispered, breath brushing my skin.

“Shut up" I whispered back, completely breathless.

He leaned his forehead against mine. “I’m gonna make this a routine, just so you know.”

I blinked. “What? Kissing me every morning?”

“Mmm” he hummed, brushing his lips over mine again, teasingly. “That, and bringing the best brewed coffee of mine”

I shoved his chest lightly. He didn’t budge, just laughed, dimple deepening again.

I stared at it, that stupid dimple, then reached out to poke it with my finger.

He caught my hand and brought it to his lips, pressing a soft kiss to my knuckles.

“Careful" he murmured. “If you keep looking at me like that, I might kiss you again.”

I hid my face against the cup im holding. “You’re the worst.”

“Yeah sure, but you still open the door for me every morning.”

And somehow… I knew I always would.

----- THE END.

Should I make an ending for this? like do they really start dating or nah? anyway, Thank you so much for reading this story, if you have spare time, you can read my other story here. It's also available on my a03

[miss-soph-star]

Alex x Reader x Casey (Be Quiet)

☾ ⋆*･ﾟ:⋆*･ﾟ☾ ⋆*･ﾟ:⋆*･ﾟ☾ ⋆*･ﾟ:⋆*･ﾟ☾ ⋆*･ﾟ:⋆*･ﾟ☾ ⋆*･ﾟ:⋆*･ﾟ☾ ⋆*･ﾟ:⋆*･ﾟ☾ ⋆*･ﾟ:⋆*･ﾟ☾

CW: Fingering, Oral, Strap, Strapwarming, Mommy kink, Dom/ Sub Dynamics, Praise

☾ ⋆*･ﾟ:⋆*･ﾟ☾ ⋆*･ﾟ:⋆*･ﾟ☾ ⋆*･ﾟ:⋆*･ﾟ☾ ⋆*･ﾟ:⋆*･ﾟ☾ ⋆*･ﾟ:⋆*･ﾟ☾ ⋆*･ﾟ:⋆*･ﾟ☾ ⋆*･ﾟ:⋆*･ﾟ☾

Getting out of the shower, feeling the cool breeze tingling over my skin, I slipped on one of Casey’s oversized shirts before heading into the kitchen. Alex was on a work call in her home office and Casey had been preparing case notes all morning, so I had to keep myself entertained whilst they finished for the day. I decided to grab some snacks and watch a film, so I headed to the kitchen, looking in the cupboards. Reaching up into the cupboard I felt a presence behind me, Casey brushed up against my back pressing me against the counter.

“Hi honey,” Casey whispered into my ear, gently nipping at the skin, causing my heart to flutter with anticipation. Her hand wanders up and down my side, before stopping at the exposed skin of my thighs, massaging them before her fingers tickled higher gradually before halting at my core. “Hmm no panties, interesting.” I smirked, allowing no words to slip from my lips, just looking up submissively into her eyes. Casey swiftly spanked me, before grabbing my waist turning me to laying me over the island. “Are you going to be a good girl and let mommy please you?” I whined out in response bucking my hips up against her, she pinned my hips down, stopping me squirming. “Words y/n, mommy can’t understand your bratty whines,” Casey said raising her eyebrow. “Please touch me, I’ve been so patient all day!” letting out a desperate whine, trying to gain any friction I could. “I know princess, but you’ll have to keep that pretty mouth shut, you wouldn’t want to disturb Alex while she’s working, now would you?” “No mommy of course not, I’ll be good.”

Pleased at my submission, Casey’s mouth began kissing up my thighs, closer and closer to where I needed her as the wetness grew. Reaching my clit, she began flicking it with her tongue, eliciting a low while. “Please, mommy I need more.” She stopped sternly looking up at me, from between my thighs, “Patience sweetheart, you’re going to cum more than once tonight.” Before I could elicit a response, her mouth latched onto my clit, sucking as she held my hips in place, gently humming intensifying the pleasure.

Needing more friction, my hand tangling its way through her locks, pressing her down to gain more pleasure, as I began feeling my high approaching. I tried to press my legs shut, the pleasure becoming overwhelming, but Casey forced them open, flicking my clit at an increasing pace as my orgasm ripped through my body. “Hmm, you taste so good honey.” Placing a gentle kiss on my pussy, she pulled me off the counter, encouraging me to keel, which I did on command, watching as her pants slid down her toned legs and her strap hung between them. “Suck, and then I’ll show you how rewarding it is to be mommy’s good girl.”

Latching my lips around the appendage I slowly took more into my mouth. Casey’s hands found my hair, pulling it into a ponytail, helping guide the strap into my mouth. Looking up at her I began bobbing my head, preparing the stap for her, she began to fuck into my face, watching as my eyes began to water and spit dripped down my chin. “Mmm good fucking girl, taking all of mommy’s strap, your always so submissive for me.” Casey praised, further edging you before pulling out of my mouth, helping you to stand up, guiding you to the couch.

“Come ride mommy, honey. I want to watch you cum.” Without hesitation, I straddled Casey’s lap as her hands held my hips, slowly guiding her strap into me. I quietly moaned, feeling how full she made me, “Hmm fuck, mommy your so big.” Casey grinned in response to the torrent of words falling from my mouth with my moans, “Such a submissive slut, taking all of mommy, imagine if Alex could see you what she would say.” Casey hips jolted upwards causing the strap to push fully into me. “Oh fuck.” Casey landed a spank to my ass in warning, “You’ll have to keep quiet if you want to cum y/n.” Nodding I settled back down onto the strap, opening my legs, as Casey began thrusting into me at a fast pace. Silent sobs left my lips as the pace quickened, Casey roughly fucking into me, a smile plastered across her face watching me begin to come undone, as my eyes rolled back. My pussy wrapped around her strap, causing tiny shocks were sent to my clit. “Mommy can I – I need to cum.” “Good girl, begging for mommy already, such a needy sub. Cum for me sweetheart.” With that I came for the second time, whining as she pulled out feeling the emptiness, but before long Casey flipped me onto my back, shoving the strap into me and began thrusting once more.

Catching me by surprise I let out a moan, to which she filled my mouth with her digits, allowing me to suck them, whilst with the other hand she guided my leg over her shoulder allowing her to fuck deeper into me. Her pace quickened as the strap began hitting my spot, my moans became uncontrollable, luckily muffled by her fingers, now deep in my throat, as my eyes watered with the intense please she caused, fucking me roughly. My walls fluttered at her domination, as her strong gaze never left mine, knowing I was powerless, destined to be her fuck toy for the night. I felt my orgasm becoming closer as the strap rubbed my clit with each thrust, Casey looked me in the eyes before instructing me to cum for her. “Cum honey, I was to watch you.” With that the orgasm wracked through my body leaving me sensitive as she pulled out. “Hmm, you’re so pretty when you cum darling.” I blushed, as she stroked my cheek gently. “Thank you Casey. I really needed your full attention this afternoon.” Winking, Casey sat down on the couch, strap still attached to her hips. “Come sit honey, lets cuddle for a while until Alex is free.” Feeling suddenly empty I took my chance.

I straddled Casey’s lap, letting her strap penetrate me again, before cuddling into her shoulder, wrapping my legs around her waist. “Hmm someone still feeling needy, princess?” Rasing her brows. “Hmm I just felt too empty Casey, needed you inside me, I wanted to feel you.” Casey let out a low chuckle, seeing how submissive and needy you were still, pulling a blanket around you and embracing you in her arms as you shook, still coming down from your high. “Such a good girl for me. I love you.” “I love you too, Casey.” The two of you sat in silence for a while, as she ran her fingers through your hair, peppering kisses on your forehead.

After a while, Alex came in to find her two beautiful girlfriends curled up together on the couch. “Hey honey, have you been behaving for Casey?” Looking up at her, eyes wide you nodded, still tired from your orgasms. Alex laughed, “is someone feeling extra submissive today?” You only giving her a subtle nod before cuddling back into Casey’s neck, a red blush covering your cheeks. Alex placed a gentle kiss on the top of your head before coming to join you both. She pulled the blanket off, allowing her to get under and join you both. Soon she realised you were sat on the strap, on Casey’s lap.

She chuckled, “Hmm I can see how submissive you are feeling today. You’re so needy, you must feel Casey inside of you. Such a good girl baby.” Casey laughed as you hide further into her neck, “You would be surprised how many rounds we went, and she kept quiet every time for you. Our girls so good for us Alex.” Casey winked, “Hmm She is, such a good girl for not disturbing mommy’s work meeting.” Alex whispered, causing you to shuffle on Casey’s lap, her words shooting straight to your core. Alex nipped at your neck, as she whispered to you, “Now let me clean you up princess, mommy’s been hard at work today, she needs some release.” Bucking your hips against Casey, you moaned at Alex’s words, you were in for a long night, and you knew it.

[everdyingneverdie]

Yearning for the weekend, so I can see my lover. Holding hands as I guide them to my room, giving knowing looks, small touches, making them go insane from the chaste behaviour I do to tease them.

They can't control themselves. They push in for a kiss. it happens every time, but I can't help but squeak in suprise. I give a look innocence as they adjust the staps on the harness while I was playing dumb, doe eyed. My spine shivers as they push me down, my face buried in my pillows.

A wet member slides into me as I am pegged roughly, without mercy. They were cute and played puppy until they topped me, then it was rough sex and dirty talk, belittling me. I couldn't quip back, I lost the ability to talk, substituted with humiliating moans and muffled squeaks into the pillow.

"Despite being older, you make such cute sounds, dear." And even, "I'm going to put a litter in you!" Or something to that effect. It was a haze of passion. What was an hour felt like a moment. And by the end, I was drooling from both ends.

I'm looking forward to next weekend.

[myreygn]

*rolls in* Did I write these while dancing to Rewrite cause it's the best Brotherhood opening? Absolutely. Anyway- tada! :D Forgive me if they read a little OOC or shallow- it has been a LONG time since I've watched Brotherhood (might genuinely start it up again, no promises but a deep consideration) I hope you like them, Rey! :D <3 <3 <3 *rolls out*

FMA Brotherhood Tickle Headcanons :D

Edward: SHORT KING! (Shh, don’t let him hear you call him that) We love! We adore- is it weird I always assumed he was canonically ticklish? Maybe it was all the fics I read growing up about him- ANYWAY! This man is a walking tickle spot. No matter where you touch him, do it lightly and he’s weakened. And he is ANGRY about it! He’s the king of those “Ehehehe-STAP! >:O” kind of giggles! He gets so grumpy about it you’d think he was being serious, but then if you don’t play with him he’s all pouty (Not that he’d ever admit it). If I had to give him a specific tickle spot I’d say his belly- again, blaming all the fics and art I consumed growing up, that was a common spot- but also he just radiates being ticklish there? Like I said though, he’s a walking tickle spot so go nuts! Just..be prepared. As a ler-he is ruthless. The kind that can push past his own ticklishness to get you good!

Alphonse: My baby! The “Big little brother”! Canonically ticklish (Finally remembered that scene it only took 15 years what-) it’s been SO LONG since someone tickled him? Kind of hard to do so when you’re a suit of armor, admittedly. When he had a body, he was the go-to target for Ed and Winry whenever they hung out. He’s got the CUTEST laugh! It’s bubbly and giggly and endearing to listen to; the kind if Ed heard it again he’d likely tear up because it’s so nostalgic and happy sounding! As a ler, Al is so GENTLE. Hands made of metal, but the most feathery of touch- he mainly pokes and prods at Edward whenever his brother is #stressed (which is admittedly often). Sometimes he’ll poke at Winry whenever she’s about to lose her mind over her workbench. His worst spots were his ribs and belly!

Winry: I had such a crush on her growing up-RIGHT WINRY! Queen- we love our lady mechanics! I’d say she’s just as ticklish as Edward, but just in different spots! Her armpits are really bad- sometimes her hair will get stuck there and she’ll squeal and twist around to throw her  wrench at whomever tickled her. Admittedly Ed likes to sneak up on her and tickle her before running for the hills, so she’s got a 50% hit rate. (No Edwards were harmed in the throwing of her wrenches). Her hips are also ticklish, though you have to use those deep tissue methods if you want to tickle her there. Her laugh is really pretty and fun, the kind that makes Ed-you stop and linger for a while, you know? Like Al, it’s nostalgic and heartwarming! As a ler, she’s dangerous! She knows ALL of Edward’s spots (as his go-to mechanic and childhood friend, naturally) and has a knack for finding them on others! She’s got those metal detector hands!

Roy: Mm, mm, mm- how I love me some Roy Mustang! This man- this MAN, he is the type to be all bravo. “Me? Ticklish? HA! As if I’d be taken down by something so childish!” And then- like immediately gets taken down by something so childish. He’s not nearly as ticklish as Edward or Winry, but like…he’s got no defenses. Especially when Hawkeye tickles him, he’s gone. Dead. Deceased. Sing his praises at his funeral, he is not coming back! His legs are by far his worst spot- squeeze his knees, pinch his thighs, run your fingers along his calves- gone. Thanos snapped. He’s got a hearty laugh- loud and boisterous (kinda sexy) and addicting as hell! He’s not much of a ler himself (cause he can literally be destroyed in five seconds flat) but when he does get the chance, he’s actually rather good at it! Arrogant in his teasing, sure, but very mindful of his lee’s reaction and what’s okay/what’s not. (Also big on aftercare- he’ll get you whatever you want and need). Can you tell I love him???

Hawkeye: I still have a crush on Hawkeye-EHEM! Right- our angel. Our goddess. Our badass queen. Don’t let that quiet, composed personality fool you- this woman is DEADLY on all fronts; including tickling. By far the one who tickles Roy the most when they’re alone, she has that man pinned and screaming for mercy everytime. She’s meticulous-drawing out every last breath of laughter until she’s satisfied (or until her lee calls it quits, whichever comes first). She herself is ticklish, but it depends on who’s tickling her whether or not she’ll give you a laugh. Most people will get a dry, sarcastic “ha ha.” Before she glares at them till they wither. If it’s Roy or someone she loves, you’ll be charmed by her soft breathless giggles and gorgeous smile that can kill a lesser man. She’s just so- AHH!

Envy: (I’m going in cause I know you love them) Does one’s tickle spot change depending on the form you take? And does that even apply to someone like Envy when their entire being is One. Big. Tickle spot? Scientists have yet to find the answer, but I can say with full confidence that Envy CANNOT handle being tickled under any capacity! One touch is all they need before they’re spazzing out like a bug and chewing out whoever dares to tickle them up down left right all the way to hell and back- all while laughing like a hyena and not fighting back cause they actually LIKE it???

Their preferred tickle spot changes on the day to day. Sometimes they crave belly tickles, others good ol’ neck tickles. Sometimes they want to get ribbed, but I’d say their thighs are consistently favored. Accidental brushing against them will get Envy giggling, but be very, VERY careful. They take any and all tickles as a challenge and will immediately seek revenge, even if it was a genuine accident. Did I mention they like tickles? More on the receiving side, sure, but they get SUCH a power rush when they can take someone down as a ler! Can tease with the best of them, but can’t handle teases in return- the enigma of Envy!

Oh also they get jealous if they witness tickle fights and don't get tickled too. Super pouty but also quick to cheer up when they finally get tickled back <3

Thank you, goodnight! (It's 5pm where I am)

i am SHRIEKING over these i love you you're amazing 😭😭🛐🛐 i'm super happy you're considering it, no pressure tho ofc!!

alas, the hcs - everything under the cut for length!

nah nah i gotcha- ed gives MAJOR canonically ticklish vibes, all of the scenes of winry fixing his arm alone like come on 😭 i agree, he'd pretend to get so mad about it too, he would never admit that getting tickled actually reminds him of some of his happiest childhood memories. and i looove his stomach being his death spot, i gotta throw in his underarm tho; but only on one side, right where the metal meets the skin. that's basically a spot exclusive to winry, but just let her trace it reeeaaal lightly and he'll be giggling and stuttering out cusses while absolutely melting into her they're my babies i'm sorry- 💗💗😭😭 (also yk his ler instincts kick into high gear the second someone dares to utter the l-word, and if only to tell him what a "cute little giggle" that was)

ALPHONSE MY SON i'm ready to cry about him at any given time 😭😭 ed would be so miffed that he can't tickle al back while he's in the armor, but he would totally tell him in great detail how exactly he's going to do it once al gets his body back. like al would tickle ed to calm him down or get him to stop working and then once ed lies down he's like "i can't wait to pin your arm over your head and scribble your armpit with all five fingers at once" and when al's like HUH?? ed would just go "goodnight :)" and zonk off to al's armor clanking as he shakes with fear (but also he's really excited about it okay can you blame him)

METAL DETECTOR HANDS IS PERFECTION STOPPIT 😭💀 winry is definitely the one who starts every single of her and ed's tickle fights (because ed is too cool and too adult for this bullshit, obviously.) and they give each other NOTHING, it's always an all out war with them and sometimes al even has to step in and pull them apart by the scruff of their necks like little kitty cats. also the aim of her throwing her wrenches gets better the more deadly the tickle attack, as crazy as it sounds, so if ed wants to get her really good chances are he's absolutely gonna end up with a concussion 💀

squiggily i must say you conceal your love for roy mustang so well i really couldn't tell 😌😌 i honestly didn't think he was that attractive until he got turned into a pathetic little guy by some rain and then i was like oh yeah i get it shfgdsxkj- no fr tho he's so cool, his fight scenes go crazy hard if he doesn't get nerfed by the weather and he's such an amazing character too - AND YES mans is weak, that is the face of a man who CANNOT resist when someone so much as grazes against the back of his knee. hawkeye likes casually putting her leg over his lap like a seatbelt and then tickle his legs so all he can do is kinda flop around and grasp onto her arms without actually doing anything to push her off 💗💗 and imagine roy as a ler to ed tho, can you imagine- he'd lecture him about obeying your superiors while poking his stomach urgh he's such a dad 😭😭

riza hawkeye the woman of my dreams 🛐🛐 girl is a mean ler, the eye of a sniper sees all weak points immediately - if her and winry teamed up they'd be unstoppable, everyone fears the day they might get the idea 💀💀 she also sometimes tickles her friends and/or comrades very briefly when she feels like they need to shut up, she'll notice someone nearly dozing off during an assembly and pinch their side before giving them the blank stare of silent judgement which, unsurprisingly, always works. also- "if it's roy or someone she loves" oh that's weird you just said roy twi- *gunshot*

ENVY 😭😭 MY BELOVED PATHETIC CREATURE 😭😭 MY DEAREST DETESTED DELINQUENT 😭😭 MY MASS MURDERING ICON OF BITTERNESS AND HATRED 😭😭 you have no idea how much i actually love this asshole, they're like one of the few characters who actually gets me into ler mode?? like i usually never sit there watching a show and think "oh i wanna wreck you" but bro is walking around with their waist out i mean come on slut sorry i couldn't resist

i know the homunculi are technically like. not capable of love or whatever but i like to see them as dysfunctional siblings in my head, just for me to enjoy, personally, and i just. envy was getting the annoying younger sibling treatment i feel it in my soul. lust especially, she loved just pinning them face down, sitting on their thighs and raking her nails up and down their sides and envy's just screaming but also they're having fun psht don't tell anyone- and them being jealous when others get tickled but they don't STOP that's so funny, envy you don't have to live up to the name all the time 😭😭

THANK YOU SM FOR THIS I LOVE YOU- this is exactly what i needed, i've been starved for someone to talk to 💗💗 good night to you too (it's midnight here so that checks out lol)

[scodscod]

WHY IS HE LOOKING AT LIKE THIS!??! NAAAAH STAP!!! I-I-I CAN'T!! they did him two the most gorgeous face expressions in one card!!!! im crying.. touch me with your lips like you do it with this lucky af card!!! I want to be ace of spread!!! I WANT TO BE ACE OF SPREAD!!! AHHHH!!

[saintgoths]

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CHAPTER SEVEN - ORPHEUS.

WORDS - 5,914.

RATING - 18+ [Serena being nasty, f/f fingering, dry humping, Will being desperate. Canon type violence.]

SUMMARY - Secrets are revealed between Serena and Cersei, and Will finds himself becoming more infatuated with Serena.

"I've tried to fight this, but you are my weakness." Iris by Pastel Ghost.

feedback would be appreciated! and i would like to say, this story is a will romance story, but i just want you to be aware that serena is a man-eater...

i also cross-post this fic on wattpad and ao3.

previous chapter - chapter six.

After a deep breath, Serena looked out of the carriage Thomas rode on, gently directing the carriage to its destination, the wind was soft, but Serena could still hear the low curly whispers with her enriched hearing. All her senses clear aside from her mind.

The time she shared with Will, kissing him, touching him and feeling him had been a permanent stap in her mind, and Serena was unsure if hated it or craved more of him.

However, Serena wasn’t sure if Will had actually liked her, had pondered if he was only sexually infatuated with her. Though, she couldn’t forget the soft hints of his fixation.

With a frown, Serena gently bit her lip. Had she overlooked Will? Had dismissed his signs of affection towards her due to the destructive mask of a personality he usually showed. Nevertheless, the story he revealed to Serena about his sister, Ella, and how he got her killed had been another focus point in her mind.

Now with her arms crossed, Serena had wondered if he exposed himself to other people so they could ease their suspicions of him. Like, Tessa?

Serena then touched her lip.

She wanted more of that kiss. She had wanted more of Will. She had remembered that night when she touched herself with him in her mind. Serena had now been content they had similar dreams of each other.

The carriage had then come to a stop, the halt had caused Serena to snap out of her thoughts, had now focused on Thomas who had now opened the door, she had stared at him, had wondered if she looked like a madwoman.

“You always go to interesting settings,” Thomas said as he helped her down.

Serena smiled, before she comically pointed her nose up. “That’s what happens when you’re popular,” she smiled.

As she made it to the surface, Serena had then pulled out something from one of her pockets Victorian women usually wear, it had been a bracelet. “A gift,” Serena smiled. “For always doing favours for me,” she said and then passed it onto Thomas.

He had quickly taken in, had saw letters on the bracelet and had anticipated to read it. He frowned. “What---vera…cal-e? osfa afri?” He poorly pronounced and as kickback, Serena had laughed before she corrected him.

“Veracale osfa afrae,” she said and Thomas stared at Serena as if she were mad. He knew many languages existed in the world, but he had never heard anything that sounded like that. “It’s a language from where I live---where I used to live,” Serena said. “It’s called bracelet of trust.”

“What language is that from?” Thomas innocently asked and with her arms behind her back, Serena pressed her lips into a thin line.

“I will tell you another day,” Serena said. “But remember, the bracelet is a reminder to trust me,” Serena reminded with a certain look in her eyes. “Trust me when I say, leave this place.”

Quiet, Thomas looked back at her. “The bracelet is beautiful, it has designs I’ve never seen before,” he commented and with a soft tap of his hand, Serena bid him a quiet goodbye as Thomas returned to his seat.

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Serena had felt everyone’s eyes turn to her the second she walked into the party, as if they had all sensed her, sensed the different essence and sweetness she carried. A couple of gasps had spread as if they were fallen dominoes, and the sentence ‘Venusian Spirit’ was shared by a couple of the Downworlders who had ogled at her.

Serena hadn’t said anything, yet had taken in what they each said about her. Though, a certain redhead had caught her attention, Angelika. “You’re finally here,” Angelika said in relief, her smile was bright but tight. “People were about to start leaving, calling me a liar.”

“My apologies for my lateness,” Serena said but Angelika bowed her head as she dismissed her tardiness.

“That’s fine,” Angelika responded. “It’s probably culture for Venusians to turn up late to parties,” Angelika joked as she had then motioned Serena to follow her.

The stares didn’t stop, but it didn’t rattle Serena. She was usually looked at. “I feel there is much Vampires here,” Serena said as she stood behind Angelika.

“There are much,” Angelika clarified as she then examined the people around them, almost all of them had behaved like hungry deviants ready to feast. “Much Downworlders are here too, all interested in you. There hasn’t been a Venusian Spirit here in the Mortal Realm since eons ago,” Angelika explained and with a short smile, Serena clasped her hands together. “You’re like a prize to them, someone they want to parade around, feast upon,” Angelika continued fore she looked back at Serena. “Both ways,” she winked as she intertwined her arm with her.

A moment later, a man had appeared in front of them, almost as if he had floated towards their direction. “Serena, meet a good friend of mine, Carlisle Ivanov, from Russia.”

Carlisle had been blonde, almost so blonde his hair appeared white, but it was different to the shade Jem had due to the Yin Fen. Carlisle’s hair almost appeared as bright as a halo, eyes blue as the sea and features perfectly sculpted. He had raised Serena’s hand and kissed the back of it. “You’re more beautiful than Angelika exaggerated you to be.”

“Thank you,” Serena kindly acknowledged.

Carlisle had then moved to look at Angelika. “She’s ravishing,” he pointed.

“Pounce off already,” Angelika joked. “You seem like you want to dig your fangs into her neck.”

Serena twisted her face as the two of the Vampires continued to joke, aware another presence had stepped into the trio, Serena furrowed her eyebrows, she had thought she had recognised this person. “I’ve heard a Venusian Spirit’s blood can be poisonous to Vampires if taken without consent.”

Serena knew exactly who he was, dark hair, dramatic flair, cat-like eyes. This is Magnus Bane.

Confused, Serena silently searched her mind to clarify where she had seen him before.

“Magnus Bane,” he introduced, aware of the confused look Serena had on her face.

With a neutral look, Serena commenced to introduce herself, but he was quicker than her, with a smile, he spoke once more. “Serena Venrosa?” He questioned, though with the tone of his voice, it was barely a question, it was as if he was sure. “Everyone here is speaking about you, sorry for your loss,” he said, and there had been a specific look that flashed in his eyes, as if they were emotions of guilt.

Serena sourly smiled, she had now planned to drown herself with liquor, and as if Angelika had read her mind, the woman gently nudged Serena. “I’ll guide you to them.”

It happened quick, their drinking, there had been a few people that had come across her and spoke to her, touch her, her hair, her skin as if she was an artefact or a part of a Petting Zoo. She didn’t know how to feel about it, but Serena had known that she had wanted to turn her bubbling pain into pleasure. Aware that Angelika had stared down at her, as if she had been exposed meat. Serena’s nose flared at the strength of the drink before she took another sip.

“You’re beautiful,” Angelika said and with a charming smile, Serena had thanked her.

“The drinks here are really strong,” Serena said as she downed another.

“They’re full with aphrodisiac,” Angelika informed and with a bright look on her face, Serena made a noise as things commenced to make sense.

With a side smile, Serena pulled some of her hair to the side. “I am beginning to feel lustful.”

“Lustful enough to kiss me?” Angelika teasingly asked, and with a brief pause, Serena stared at Angelika’s lips.

They were redder than before, as if they had begged for someone’s mouth to kiss them. “Yes,” Serena whispered before she moved to press her mouth against the Vampire’s. Angelika had been quick to moan whilst Serena’s hands hastily travelled around her body, passionate, Angelika had moved her lips to Serena’s skin, kissing the wings of her shoulders and the crook of her neck while she listened to Serena whimpered from her touch.

“You smell so sweet,” Angelika whispered, her tongue possessive as it licked over the area she had yearned to bite into. To fight against her thirst, Angelika moved her fingers to the wetness of Serena’s core, circling and rubbing her tightness.

Carlisle had appeared behind Serena, and with her mouth tucked behind her teeth after she moaned, Serena moved her face close to his as she began to kiss him while Angelika focused on driving Serena to her peak. Carlisle stared into Serena’s eyes. “Can I?” He whispered and without being able to form a sentence, Serena nodded before she gave the man space to dig his teeth into, and he was quick to do so, Serena gasped as she could feel her blood slowly drain from her.

It had felt good, everything had felt so good. Serena had now felt Angelika’s lips go to the other side of her neck and start to suck on her blood. Eyes screwed shut, Serena had felt her body tighten as she was close to her climax. With her arms around Angelika’s figure, she orgasmed, the sweetness of her blood amplified, and with a moan, Angelika pulled her teeth out of Serena, but Carlisle had been stubborn.

“That’s enough,” Serena frowned, and with a gentle nudge, Serena pushed Carlisle away from her.

He wasn’t offended, but Carlisle licked the blood of Serena’s around his lips. “They didn’t lie about Venusian blood,” he smiled and as Serena sat down against the closest chair, she breathed out a laugh.

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Serena had been asleep when it had happened, the lashes of her past confusing her, flashes of her younger self looking at herself in the mirror smiling, twisted into a circumstance with her eyes wide, face and hands smeared with blood as she stared at herself with wide eyes. It had all been her fault, hadn’t it?

Confused, Serena looked around as the scene morphed into an occurrence of Magnus Bane with his hand on her head, magic flowing out of his hand as he stared at her with an empty look.

With a big gasp, Serena had woken up, images of her dream slowly being pulled away from her memories, Serena scratched her head.

She had groaned, stroked her neck, aware that the holes had healed, Serena noticed a few alcohol bottles she had taken from Angelika’s party and sighed. She was still wearing her dress, when she returned to the Institute, Serena was so greatly slumped that she fell asleep the second she entered her room and met with her bed.

She had liked the time she shared with Angelika and Carlisle, but had remembered the look in their eyes once they tasted her blood.

Bored, Serena reached for the bottom of her bed and pulled out the book Lord Sapphire had given her. The Book of Aphrodite, had read upon the Venusian Language, and the Ancient Version of tongue, her name Venrosa came from Ancient Venusian, as it had meant ‘Of Rose’.

Her parents taught her some of Ancient Venusian, but it was her brother Vincent who had known it the best, second was Anya, her late sister, intrigued with the language, Serena’s fingers trailed along the lines until a short knock had echoed from her sealed door.

She had sensed it to be Will, and quickly she had pushed the book back under her bed. “Come in,” she said, and slowly, the Herondale boy unlocked her bedroom door. His eyes were dark but there was a bright smile he had on his face as he then spoken to her.

“You’re finally back,” he said and with a confused look on her face, Serena had sat up.

“Is there a reason you came to see me when everyone else is sleeping?” Serena questioned.

Avoidant of her question, Will’s eyes fell to the gown she had still worn, and his eyes softened. He had wanted to tell her how much she looked like a doll. “You’re still in your gown,” Will said as he closed the door behind him.

“Heavy night,” Serena replied and intrigued, Will’s eyebrows raised.

“Party?” He had asked. With a hum, Serena nodded her head. “Who’s? Maybe next time I can accompany you since you’re new to the realm,” he said with a mischievous sparkle in his eyes.

Serena cursed under her breath. “You still remember that?” She said, referring to the time they saw each other in Myrtle and Doves.

“That’s not something I can easily forget,” Will replied, his tone more serious.

“Right,” Serena sighed and without asking, Will sat on her bed.

“I’d like to know what realm you come from, the culture, the language,” he shared as if he was wishing.

Serena stared at him for a bit, a brief pause shared between them. “One day.”

Awkwardly, Will looked at his fingers, as if a coat of anxiety had draped over him. “I’m sorry for kissing you.”

Serena cocked her head to the side. “Don’t apologise, I liked it,” she smiled and with a sharp glint in his eyes, Will looked at her again.

He was in disbelief. The way she had left, it made him think otherwise. “But the way you left---” he began but Serena sat closer to him and looked into his eyes which had caused him to come to a halt. He had wanted to mention how dreamy her eyes were.

“Have you thought about the proposal Loras has given you?” Will inquired and shocked that she had forgotten, with guilt, Serena frowned.

“Truthfully, no,” she replied as she shook her head. “Honestly, I haven’t thought about Loras at all.”

At ease, Will’s shoulders dropped. “Loras, Davidson and even Lyonel,” Will named. “They all feel passionate about protecting you.”

“Because of what I am, I have people hunting me, it’s why my family died,” Serena reminded as she had then cupped Will’s face, he had been so quiet, compared to his usual state. “I cannot come back to my home because of it, and for now I’ll be here.”

Will leaned against her touch. “Do you have any idea of who is hunting you?”

“I don’t know yet,” Serena truthfully said. “But I will find out, my family’s death will not be in vain.”

Will had then looked around Serena’s room, he had glanced at the paintings, his hand around Serena’s wrist as he steadied her open palm against his face. “Do you like it in this realm?” He asked, his voice almost a whisper.

“I haven’t really gone to explore it,” Serena clarified.

“There’s an excellent café,” Will suggested. “It’s called Benny’s.”

Serena scrunched her nose, she didn’t realise how cute he was. “Thank you, I will check it out soon.”

“Alone?” Will perked, had moved as if he was a golden retriever.

With a smirk, Serena slipped her hand away from his face, and like a shadow, Will’s hand followed hers. “I never said I’ll be going alone,” she winked and Will grinned at her.

“It seemed like you brought the party home with you,” he smiled as he referred to the bottles.

“And what about it?” Serena asked.

With a face, Will stood up straight. “I’m not judging you,” he said. “I want to drink with you,” and relieved, Serena’s body language softened. “I will be coming back,” he said as he quickly got to his feet, and without letting Serena speak, Will hurried out of her bedroom, leaving her shocked.

He had been quick, almost too quick he almost tripped, Serena had laughed. He returned with two glasses for them to drink out of. Before he passed Serena one, Will filled her glass with the wine she had brought back, had gently glanced over the brand she had and looked back at her.

“These drinks are normally found in Downworlder parties,” he said as he passed her the recent filled one. “You went to a Downworlder party?” He questioned, confused with an arched brow, he hadn’t had the intention to judge her for going to their type of parties, he had merely wondered on who invited her.

Defensive, Serena hid her mouth behind her glass. “It was the most fun I’ve ever had compared to being here.”

“Touché,” he hummed as he sat himself down next to her, his glass filled, Will took a sip. “You reveal your powers but you don’t tell what you are. That’s quite annoying,” he said as he leaned on his elbow.

Serena laughed at him. “Well, I don’t because Charlotte told me not to. She told Henry.”

“Then I’m surprised he hasn’t put you in his lab,” Will joked and Serena laughed again. “Are you still reading those Greek Myths?” Will questioned before his eyes twinkled. “Oh, right, Greek Lore,” he corrected himself and with a side-eye, Serena smirked at him. “I’ve been reading the story of Orpheus.”

Surprised, Serena raised both of her eyebrows. “Orpheus?” She repeated. “Suffered great grief over his wife,” she whispered as her eyes then moved to the still wine. “Going to the land of the dead to bring back Eurydice, what a knight.”

Serena bit her lip, her family weren’t properly buried. Serena had pondered if they were stuck on their path to Neptune. Perhaps that was what her dreams had been trying to tell her, that she could bring her all back.

Aware of the pool of thoughts Serena had been in, Will smiled. “Did I just give you an idea?”

“Maybe,” Serena winked as she had then moved her wine glass to her nightstand. “My favourite book is Midas,” she said as she returned to her seat. “Having to be careful what you wish for,” she muttered, avoidant of his gaze, it wasn’t like she had been scared of Will, in truth, his stares were strong.

Surprised, Will tilted his head to the side, his drink had almost been finished and he was tempted to have a refill, thus he did. “I judged to quickly and thought your favourite book would involve Aphrodite’s…since she’s all about beauty…and you’re…” he had then trailed off and with a humoured expression, Serena took her drink again.

“That’s stupid,” she snorted. “The drink is getting to you.”

With a gentle pout, Will’s eyes traced the body of Serena’s. “I do believe you’re beautiful, everyone does,” he said, and gently with his free hand, he played with the fabric of Serena’s dress. “The way everyone looks at you, even the women, like Jessamine,” he listed and Serena scoffed at him as she moved her wine back to the nightstand. “Despite what has happened between the two of you, she looks at you as if you were a new idea…a new inspiration.”

Complimented, Serena’s cheeks became red. If she had known Will was so poetic. “I see your beauty of a Siren,” he said as he then moved his hands to the ringlets of her hair, twirled it between his index and thumb.

“I---Will---”

“Kiss me,” he begged and stunned, Serena stared at him, they had already kissed before, but his inquire for a second one had shocked her. Honestly, Serena didn’t know he’d want to kiss her again, but with the way he had set his cup down and returned his gape towards her, she had saw the look of desperation fill his eyes.

As if he had been a groom waiting for his bride. “Kiss me, Serena,” he begged once more and so she did, she locked her lips with his, her hands against his chest as she gently pulled onto the fabric of his garment. Her eyes had been shut as she had taken him in, unaware that Will’s eyes had been open, watching her kiss him, to see her pretty features twist and soften every other second.

Will shuddered before he closed his eyes, his hands worked against her back as his paws slid into her hair. He had pressed her against her bed and tucked himself between her legs, easily lost within her taste, he hadn’t realised he had pushed himself against her clothed heat, desperate to meld into her and her very own soul. Will had moaned into her mouth, frantic to her touch. “My Aphrodite,” he had moaned as he continued to rub himself against her, one hand weld with hers as the other hand had dug into the materials of the bed sheets.

His brows furrowed at the sound of Serena’s moans, her sweet moans that encouraged him to continue. He had wanted her, so intently he had felt like he was about to lose his mind. “My Aphrodite,” he continued to cry out, his covered cock had throbbed and jerked, the feel of her swollen pearl against his shaft excited him, she had tightly wrapped her legs around his waist and moved her hips in a circular motion, he had felt so good, so good she had wanted him inside of her.

To pound her and take her as his. “Will!” Serena whimpered as she could feel herself crave to climax, addicted, he had cupped her face, thrusted his hips forwards as he could feel his cum leak into his trousers, but he couldn’t stop, he didn’t want to stop, his eyes stared intently down into hers as he could feel a second wave push through as he animalistically humped against her, his moans caught in wild whines as he desperately licked the skin of Serena’s neck, never had he ever wanted to taste someone so much, be in someone, ruin them.

Serena had never thought her night would end up like this, under Will, being defiled by him as he roughly rubbed himself against her, she had been so close, her body had twitched and Will responded to every jerk of her body to a lower kiss down her body, he hadn’t realised he ripped her clothing, and Serena’s mind had been deeply warped with lust to realise the same.

“Will!” She cried out as she cummed against her panties, sensitive as she could feel Will chase for his third climax, and once he did, the two of them pulled away from each other.

Sat up, Serena hugged herself surprised.

“I need to go,” Will said, his eyes wide as he had realised what he had done.

“It’s best to,” Serena whispered and, on his feet, the Will left.

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The next day, Serena had taken Tessa to the café Will had suggested. Serena had wanted to help Tessa take her mind off Nate for the moment, on the other hand, Serena had remembered that Tessa had wanted to spend time with her.

Currently, the two had sat on the outside table of the Benny’s. Serena had noted the unsure look Tessa had on her face, she repeatedly played with her fingers as she spoke up. “I don’t know if it was right for us to leave.”

“Nate will be fine,” Serena sighed. “Relax, Tessa,” she winked and with a brief smile, Tessa had dropped her shoulders.

As the Venrosa woman drank her tea, she tilted her head as she gazed at the other woman. “Besides Nate, how is everything?”

“Jem,” Tessa brought up. “He’s feeling better after what you did,” she smiled, and Serena had noticed that was the first big smile Tessa had displayed today.

After what had happened with Jessamine, Serena took in that Tessa had lost much confidence within herself. “I wish you told me what you were.”

“Time will come,” Serena replied, her eyes now focused on the busy street behind Tessa.

“Will is much happier because of it as well,” Tessa brought up, and unsurprised, Serena raised both of her eyebrows. There was then a brief pause before Tessa questioned Serena. “Do you like Will?”

There was now a long pause, to hide her surprise, Serena pushed a side smile. “Why do you think so?” She played and embarrassed, Tessa shrugged her shoulders.

“I see the way Will looks at you, and sometimes I see you look at him the same way,” Tessa explained, there had been a pout on her face, but Serena was unsure if Tessa liked the idea of Serena and Will having a romantic relationship.

So, she shrugged. “I find many men attractive.”

“But Will,” Tessa pushed, almost as if she was a child begging for something.

Serena flatly smiled. “He can be charming and tolerable when he’s not spewing crap.”

Tessa laughed---the two women continued to speak to one another before they were approached by someone. it had been a Warlock---was what Serena easily identified. They had barely looked Tessa’s way, their eyes stuck on Serena as if she had been someone who stepped out of a picture. “It’s nice to see you again,” the Warlock said, and confused, Tessa looked at Serena who had appeared like she had tried to figure out who had been speaking to her.

The Warlock was a light blue woman with eyes of a frog, they had dark hair that they didn’t tie up, and even if how they looked was against Victorian etiquette, Serena had thought that their unique appearance suited them very well.

“You didn’t speak to me the other night, but I’m Arodine,” they introduced. “It was a nice show you put on at Angelika’s birthday,” she said and with narrowed eyes, Tessa had taken in the subtle information.

“Thank you,” Serena said, nervous that Arodine would speak about what she had done with Angelika and Carlisle.

On one hand, it had seemed like Arodine knew what Serena had been thinking with the smirk she had on her face. “Say, I have a party next month,” she said as she passed Serena an invitation card. ‘I would like for you to come, you as a Venusian Spirit attract many people.”

Serena tightly smiled; she could feel Tessa’s stare steep deeper into her skin. “And Carlisle wants to see you again, obviously he cannot tell you because the Sun is out.”

“Oh, Serena hummed as she played with the edges of the invitation card.

Before Arodine left, she had gently bowed to Serena as she was then gone, Tessa’s eyes were immediately filled with shock. “Downworlders?” Tessa breathed out and with furrowed eyebrows, Serena leaned back on the chair she had sat on.

“They’re more fun,” Serena shrugged with a dismissive look.

“What is a Venusian Spirit?” Tessa questioned and Serena gently breathed in, she wasn’t surprised Tessa would catch and hold onto what Arodine had said.

“It’s what I am,” Serena said. “And don’t tell anyone else about what Arodine said,” Serena commanded with narrowed eyes. “Not even Jem,” she frowned and stubborn, Tessa had sat up on her seat.

She hadn’t been intimidated with the rough tone Serena had, and had all intentions to argue with her. “You put yourself in danger,” Tessa pointed out and Serena comically scoffed at her.

“I can protect myself from Downworlders, I have the powers too,” Serena frowned, her usual bright eyes darker, commanding enough to silence Tessa who had then slumped herself on the chair.

“If you say so,” Tessa muttered.

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Serena had held the invitation she had received from Cersei; it was for the preparation of her bachelorette party and Serena had felt the most excitement she had felt for weeks. Other women from Venus had come to London for the preparation party, and Serena was sure most women from her home realm were going to be there.

A preparation party was of Venusian Traditions, for the women to be together before they partied like the Olympians. When Cersei sent the invitation card to Serena, she had written that her mother wouldn’t be there, but would be with Lyonel, which Serena had been thankful for.

As she knocked on the door, one of the servants quickly opened it and guided Serena to where everyone else had been. Serena’s eyes lit up, it had felt so familiar, it had felt like home.

Serena’s sight had then moved onto one of the ladies who was pregnant, a close friend of hers from back home, Mesona. Serena’s eyes softened. She didn’t realise how quick she had walked towards the pregnant woman and then held her hand, taking her from the conversation she had before Serena arrived.

“Serena,” Mesona smiled and uncaring for Victorian manners since all of them belonged to Venus. Serena immediately hugged Mesona. Had been careful to not be too tight due to the baby who she had easily sensed to be a Venusian Spirit.

With bright eyes, Serena placed her hand against her bump. “Oh, Mesona,” Serena breathed. “I’m so happy to see you, you---your baby, they’re a Venusian Spirit!”

“Hey!” Andrea waved as she stepped into the conversation, surprised to see Andrea here, Serena pulled away from Mesona and had moved to greet Andrea. “How is it at the London Institute?”

“Davidson should be there now,” Cersei said, she had moved away from the current gossip she had been in. Hands behind her back as she had a strange smile on her face.

She had looked beautiful, with her golden locks and halter dress. With how Venusian Cersei’s dress looked, Serena had felt verily out of place. Cersei’s hair was styled in an up-do, with some strands over her face, she wore flower-shaped pearl earrings and a beautiful diamond necklace. Serena felt breathless, she had well-matched the atmosphere of the party.

The room was lit with candles that gave the room a brownish and orange hue, there had been live music playing with violins and harpies, and there were a few servants who had kindly passed drinks and food to the women. “He’s such a good man protecting you,” Cersei went on and awkwardly, there had been a few shared glances by the other women in the circle.

“Yes,” Serena smiled. “He is,” she said before she returned her gaze to Mesona. She had found her fingers touching the pregnant lady and awkward, Cersei pressed her lips into a thin line. “Mesona, how’s your marriage with Atlan?”

Excited, Mesona had dragged Serena to where they could sit and busied herself explaining her marriage while Serena had informed Mesona on what had been happening in the Institute. The rest of the night had gone well, Serena was last to leave, and she had been last to leave due to her guilt over her affair with Davidson.

When she was on her feet to exit, she was stopped by Cersei. Uncomfortable, she turned to look at the Sapphire woman who had closed the door. She had a specific look on her face that had made Serena’s mouth run dry.

“Cersei,” Serena lightly joked. “The silence is killing me.”

Curt. Cersei shrugged her shoulders. “Okay,” she said as she placed her hands on her hips. Anxiously, Serena bit down on her lips, ready to defend herself about the truth between her and Davidson. “Have you been fucking my father?”

Shocked, Serena’s eyes widened, immediately she opened her mouth but with one finger pointed up, Cersei spoke. “Don’t lie to me.”

Ill-equipped, Serena’s eyes watered. “I used to,” she whispered, in fear of losing her best friend, Serena hadn’t been aware that dozens of tears had already fell down her cheeks. “I---”

“You once told Davidson and I that you lost your virginity at a young age,” Cersei shared, her eyes wide and clasped together. “Was it my father’s doing?”

Serena couldn’t be her usual defensive self and argue with Cersei. In shame, Serena had felt herself become small. “I---” she whimpered again and with clenched fists, Serena had felt herself begin to shake.

Unprepared for what Cersei would do to her, she had then felt surprised when she had experienced Cersei’s arms wrap around her. Cersei had been sorrowful. “I am not angry at you but my father for taking advantage of you,” Cersei whispered as she buried her face between Serena’s shoulder. “I wished,” she sighed as she pulled away to face her. “That you told me sooner,” Cersei requested as she wiped Serena’s tears with the pad of her thumb.

Serena’s lips trembled. “I didn’t know how to,” she softly cried and once more, Cersei hugged her again, had allowed Serena to cry against her shoulder.

“Thank you for not being angry at me,” Serena said as she rested her head against the wing of Cersei’s shoulder.

Had felt a huge relief pick her up, before she came to the Preparation Party, Serena had the intention to avoid Cersei majority of the times, out of shame and guilt due to what had happened between her and Cersei’s father, but then, there had been the affair between her and Davidson.

How would Cersei feel if she found out that she had not only been bedded by her father, but also by her fiancé. “It was my mother who had told me, had thought it would turn me against you, but evidently, it didn’t work, I’m better than that,” Cersei empathetically smiled.

Serena softly returned the expression back to her; the two women had let each other go. Cersei had called for a carriage for Serena to take her back into the institute.

Before Serena had left, she had thanked Cersei for her kindness. The trip back to the Institute was calm, thus she had drowned herself in thoughts to what would happen if Cersei found out that she had slept with Davidson.

Fingers tight, Serena was surprised when the carriage shook, as if someone had attacked it. Surprised, Serena immediately stepped out of the carriage to see what had happened.

They were here, the Rosehunters.

There were two of them, with weapons that she had identified to be of Venusian Steel. With an apologetic look towards the driver, Serena quickly gathered magic to defend herself and the carriage.

She had been quick, the power greatly flowed through her and attacked the two enemies who attempted to dodge, but Serena had been easily filled with rage, this had been part of the group who had killed her family. With a flared nose, Serena manipulated her chaos to turn into a long spike and easily darted it into one of their face’s, but strangely enough when they were attacked, they turned into a black smoke and ashes, as if Serena’s powers were of Holy Fire.

She had then turned to look at the one who had been left, there had been in a certain stance as if they were pondering to fight or flight. Though, Serena was quick, a huge blast of power ripped through them and just like their team-mate, they burst into smoke and ashes.

With a big sigh, Serena turned to the driver who had looked like they had seen a Hand of God pierce from the sky. “Go back to the Sapphire Household,” Serena commanded. “I’ll go back to the Institute by feet,” though there had been a hesitant look on the driver’s face that had then been encouraged by the power he had seen displayed in front of them, with a respectful bow of his head, the coachman left.

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