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tw: watersports, exhibitionism, orgy? i dont actually knowww
a/n: yeah im writing watersports idgafff anymore
thinking of lady pearl with front facing kelvin will a full bladder on her lap and shes playing with her in front of an audience (and her audience is actually the rich eastside ladies and actuallyyy garofano too shes there) and shes encouraging kelvin to let it all out while they all watch but poor kelvin is so shy... and she presses down on her bladder but it just wont happen :( so she stuffs kelvin so full with her strap (or maybe her gun!) that she cries and pees on the stage while everyone watches and shes just sooooooo embarrassed but lady pearl invites them to come on stage to clean away her tears and eat her out while kelvin whines and whimpers <3
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thinking about making kelvin cry. i want her to cum so many times that she starts sobbing and babbling but still asking to cum some more... i think she could benefit from reciting recipes while cabernet fingers her over the counter for an hour
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mesmerism
cw: professor!chameleon x student!reader, reader is in university and of age, hypnotism, cunnilingus, power bottom chameleon, strap-ons, nonconsensual mind snooping (???), semi-public sex at the end, very bad understanding of the human sexuality syllabus
a/n: sorry to anyone who takes or has taken the human sexuality program.
you donât quite remember the exact moment she had wormed her way into your mind. you donât recall when you had started looking at your psychology professor that way, and you certainly donât remember the first time you lay on your bed, thrusting your fingers deep into your dripping cunt to the thought of her. and most importantly, you definitely donât remember a quarter of your lesson material- because you were too busy dreaming away about your professor.
you think itâs not obvious. you hope itâs not. but you donât know that your professor notices every tint of red on your cheeks and flits of your eyes.Â
at first, she downplays it as nothing more than a fidgety student. but with every lesson that passes by, her interests grows- especially after watching the way youâd cutely ask her questions after class.Â
âmi- miss theseus?âÂ
your professor turns around to see you, bright eyes staring up at her curiously. she smiles, noting the enthusiasm in your demeanor- and perhaps, something more than that.Â
âhello, darling,â she watches as your face flushes ever so slightly, âhave a question?â
âwell⌠itâs somewhat embarrassing, but- i was just wondering⌠is there truly no difference between a vaginal and clitorial orgasm? if they both originate from different spots, surely they aren't the sameâŚâ
you flush as you ask the question. her lips curl into a little smile.
strange, she wonders. no one has asked her this question before, if she recalls. the only way someone would have to ask if-
ânever had either before?â she teases, but manages to infer from your reaction that she was right. she relishes in the way your eyes look elsewhere and the shuffling of your feet.
you're quick to deny it, but she already knows. no matter- she can always touch on that again on a future date.
it was never just one occurrence, either. many times you would approach her, asking⌠questions⌠that might hint at something more than an educational curiosity.Â
âwould you know if homosexuals have better communication than heterosexualsâŚ?âÂ
a thinly veiled implication.
âwell, i wouldnât know about the latterâŚâ she mused, and walked off, leaving you to think about the answer.
she could hear an almost-silent squeal from you.
you pique her interest- more so than she would've expected. she enjoys observing the way your fingers fiddle with each other whenever you speak to her. it doesn't take long for her to begin sorting through your mind with her little tricks-Â
only to see the perverted little fantasies that you hoard- especially in her classes. she tends to find you thinking about her thighs - wondering how she'd look in a gorgeous low cut blouse.
of course, she doesn't hesitate to wear one the next day, leaving you nearly drooling onto your lap. she had fun poking around your mind that day- filled with thoughts of eating her out on her teacher's desk.Â
this little game of hers continues for weeks, sifting through your head to pick out your preferences- what makes you fidget, what makes you flustered. she ups the ante as well, walking up behind you when you least expect it, placing a gentle hand on your trembling shoulder.Â
you remember her leaning in close, close enough that the scent of her perfume overwhelms you, and her breast only lightly brushes against your hair, and that was only for a mere few seconds before you mutter out something about âgoing to the bathroomâ, and scampering out of the classroom like a little mouse.
all she did was giggle, and return to her table.
the day she decides to start her little plan is a mundane one- at least for you. well, nothing out of the ordinary about your fantasies anyways- except for one at the very back of your mind, that she couldnât quite reach herself. what better way to expose it than getting you to say it?
you only snap out of your daydreams when you feel your professorâs presence behind you- whipping your head around quickly to see her smiling down at you.Â
âsee me after class. i have something to show you.â she walks away without turning around, leaving you vibrating in excitement in your seat. time passes by as slowly as ever- until finally, the bell rings, and the rest of the students filter out of the classroom one by one, except you.
when the last student finally exits, she looks up from her work to you staring directly at her, and beckons you to come forward with a wave of her finger.Â
you stumble forward, nearly falling flat on your face. âyes, ms theseus?â you ask, wondering why she'd ask you to stay behind.
âdon't be too worried dear, you're not in trouble.â she muses. âiâm just here to ask you about something.â
you nod your head curiously, waiting for her to continue.
âi was wondering- what do you think of hypnotism in therapy?âÂ
âmmmâŚâ you think out loud. your professor was never one to hide details about her career- once mentioning the way she dabbled in hypnotherapy.Â
âwell, i donât particularly know how useful it would be for all patients, especially since not everyone has the same hypnotizability rate, and it doesnât change with ageâŚâ you offer your opinion thoughtfully.
âwhat about if you were the patient? what do you think?âÂ
âmeâŚ? i⌠uhâŚâ you trail off, suddenly experiencing a strange feeling rising in your gut.Â
you stop mumbling as you watch her take her pocket watch attached to her belt. before you can ask what she was doing, she puts it in front of your face and snaps !
you blink confusedly, feeling no change in your body. that is, until she decided to ask a question. âwell, letâs try it right now. what do you feel?â
you try to speak, but the words that come out of your mouth donât feel like yours- or at least they feel like theyâve been forced out of you. âafraid.â you blurt out, and slap your hand over your mouth immediately after.
she stands up and advances towards you. âreally? afraid? of what?â she almost-whispers, trying to pry an answer out of you.
you can only take steps backward. âof, of-â you stutter, trying to suppress the words bubbling in your throat.Â
âtell your professor, darling- are you hiding something from me?â she presses harder, cornering you as your ass hits the table behind you. nowhere to run.Â
ân-noâŚâ you look away, avoiding eye contact.Â
âreally? nothing like, say, a fantasy-âÂ
you cut her off with words that force their way out of your mouth once again. âof you?â your eyes widen and your body starts to tremble.Â
âthatâs right.â you donât see it, but her lips curl into a sneer. âtell me more.âÂ
not a question, a command.Â
âof, of youâŚâ you try to swallow down the fantasy prodding inside your head, but her power is much stronger than that. â...taking me on your lap-â when the words are uttered, your core flares to life, arousal coursing through your body, despite your vocal autonomy not being your own.Â
âmm. anything else, dear?â she pushes even harder.Â
tears well up in your eyes, but your core gets wet too- being cornered by your favourite professor like this. she places a hand on your shoulder, making you shake harder.Â
âum- uh, spanking me⌠in your office⌠telling me to keep quiet⌠while other people walk pastâŚâ you mumble out- embarrassed of that fantasy in particular.Â
what a cute thing sheâs been hiding from me, she wonders. with that, she retreats, leaving you with room to catch your breath.Â
âwell, thatâs all i have to ask for now, darling. next time,â she mumbles, âwill be a lot more⌠exciting.â just like that, before you can react to anything, she raises her hand and snap!
you jolt up in your seat in the classroom, from what seemed like nothing more than a filthy dream, one that left your panties wet. you look around confusedly, only to see that everyone had already left the classroom, except your professor, who had noticed your awakening.Â
âgood afternoon, dear.â she chuckles, closing her book. âi was going to wake you up, but you were sleeping so peacefully.â she almost coos at you, standing up to walk toward you.Â
youâre confused. what just happened? was that really just a dream? but it felt so realâŚ
while you were caught up in your thoughts, she reaches your side and places a hand on your shoulder.Â
âremember to sleep early, dear, we canât have you falling asleep in class.â and just like that, she leaves the classroom, and leaves you in a daze.Â
you shift in your seat, trying to process what had just transpired, hyper-aware of the heat in your groin. another cold shower tonight, you suppose, one filled with the memories of what seemed to be a dream.Â
the following weeks seem to be a hazy, heat filled one. your professor keeps wearing the exact outfits you always dream of, and multiple dreams of you confessing your deepest desires to her- but always ending up waking at your desk, with her smiling at you as kindly as ever.
you think itâs quite strange- itâs almost like someone is listening to your thoughts, and somehow bringing them to life. everytime your professor shows up in an outfit that is someone just your type, you thank the heavens above- not knowing that she finds it quite amusing.Â
once sheâs pried enough secrets out of you, she finally decides to confront you, on a day just like any other, sunset filtering through the blinds of the classroom windows. all the students are gone, just like usual, leaving just you and her in the classroom, together. today, sheâs dressed in a way that you seem to have fantasized about the most- her blouse, with the top three buttons conveniently undone, and a short pencil skirt, and you couldnât help but drool over yourself when you thought she wasnât looking.Â
she approaches you in the same way she has in so many other countless âdreamsâ. and sheâs straight to the point this time.Â
âso darling, when were you going to tell me about how you want to eat me out from under my desk?â she sits on the table in front of yours, legs crossed. she says it nonchalantly, as if it were another question on the syllabus.Â
âwh-what? what are you-âÂ
she reaches out to give your cheek a little pat. âhush now, i know more than you might think, dear.â she stands up and walks behind you, putting both hands on your shoulders. âdonât think i donât notice you drooling over me during class. youâre lucky youâre a top student- or iâd be a lot more strict on you.â
her words ignite a spark in you- strict? what kind of strict is she talking about? punishing you with a cane? denying you of orgasms? perhaps-Â
âlisten when your professor is talking.â she tuts, making you snap back to her gaze. an extreme sense of deja vu hits you- has this truly happened before?Â
ânow as i was saying. when were you going to tell me? after graduation? thatâd be too late, no? what other time will you finger me on my desk?â she whispers it now, riling you up slowly as she spills your own secrets back to you.
âi know, darling,â she watches in amusement as she caresses your shoulder, almost grazing over your neck. âi know the way you want me to hurt you, to pleasure you, to take you mine. â she sighs. âi just wished youâd have told me earlier to save all this time. even though i teased you so much, you still did nothing to chase your desires.â
âhowâŚâ your voice comes out quiet and meek, unable to look her in the eyes.Â
âthatâs my secret, darling. not for you to know- at least not now.â
before she can say another word, you burst into tears. âi-i, iâm so sorry, miss theseus, i promise it wonât happen again, i didnât mean t-âÂ
a finger, pressed against your mouth, shushes you. âi never said i was mad, darling. i do find you quite adorable, actually.â
your tears clear up quick, sniffling quietly as you look up at her.
she prompts you to stand up, and motions you to follow her to the front of the classroom. she very quickly, but seductively, strips herself of her skirt, leaving herself in lace panties. you can only stare in shock as she leans against her desk.
 âwell? what are you waiting for? itâs in your human instinct to embrace your innate desires. go on, have a taste of what youâve been dreaming of.âÂ
without any hesitation, you drop to your knees in front of her and pull down her panties, making her gasp and giggle at your eagerness.Â
âno rush, dear, the classrooms only get cleaned at night.â she mumbles, stroking your hair, spreading her legs to reveal her core. you note that sheâs already wet- no doubt from teasing and making you squirm. you donât really feel like taking your time- foreplay can wait for another day- and you dive right in, licking broad, flat stripes up her cunt, reveling in the absolutely delicious taste. you moan when your tongue hits her already hard clit, vibrations traveling through her to make her whimper softly.Â
you eat her out like a starved woman, occasionally plunging your tongue into her hole. you push your nose against her trimmed pubic hair, inhaling her scent as much as you can. it makes you giddy, and it makes your eating sloppy. Â
above you, she moans as she very gently pushes your head harder against her, nearly grinding her hips against your face. âso good,â she sighs out, âyouâve learnt quite a bit in this class, huh?â she chuckles, but youâre far too occupied to respond. one of your hands, previously gripping her soft thigh, moves to prod at her entrance.Â
you move up and suck at her clit gently, making her grip your hair harder. âcâmon, put that tongue to more use⌠youâre always asking your little questions anyways, yeah? the ones that- oh!- â she gets cut off as you push two of your fingers into her slowly- âthe ones that you think are just- haah, regular questionsâŚâ she throws her head back as you hilt your fingers completely in her cunt.
your face heats up when you recall the countless questions you had asked her, poorly disguised in the name of education when really, you were just trying to gather some information about her. she continues to tease you.
âthereâs so much that i know⌠you didnât think a licensed psychologist couldnât figure out what you were thinking? how pathetic.â she mocks, recalling that you quite enjoy being degraded in your fantasies. your own pussy burns at her words, almost having half a mind to reposition yourself and grind down on her heel.Â
she knows that youâre wet, almost more than her, and decides to offer it to you. she moves her leg to tap your clothed crotch with her heel. you whine into her cunt.
âgrind.â the order is short and simple, and you waste no time trying your best to pleasure yourself on her. in turn, you thrust your fingers quickly, trying to make her cum over you. you start sucking her clit harder, earning a âgood girlâ from her, and curl your fingers into her soft, sweet spot, making her cries reverberate throughout the room.Â
âjust a little more, darling- oh⌠next time, itâll be under my desk during classâŚâ she coos, encouraging you to drive her over the edge. you barely get a warning as you feel her clenching around your fingers, and she pushes her head hard as she climaxes, cum dripping down your wrist. she moans into the air softly, riding her high out on your face.Â
â good girl, â she mumbles, slapping your cheek a few times when you pull away, a string of slick connecting your face to her red cunt. âmuch better than i expected. but i think, you still have a lot to learnâŚâÂ
you nod, almost drooling, ready to accept any lesson from her. you almost reluctantly move yourself off her heel to stand up, leaving yourself unsatisfied.
but you're here to please her, after all.
âwell then,â she moves to her desk to take something out of a drawer. âhow about this?â she pulls out- a harness, and a dildo- something which strangely fits your tastes. âitâs time to properly learn how to please a woman like me.â she smiles, and hands them to you.
you fumble slightly putting it on, hearing the metal bits clank together. it amuses your professor, but eventually you get it on. âgood.â she purrs, and lies on her back on her desk and gets comfortable. she uses her fingers to spread her cunt, to show you her sopping hole, enticing you to come closer. âcome on now, fuck me like youâve always wanted to.â
you stumble forward, entranced, one hand holding up the strap and prodding at her hole. âmiss theseus⌠i canât believe this is happening.â you breathe out, still in disbelief. âthank youâŚâ but before you can say anything else, she shushes you.
âthe sentiments can come later. come on, you have much to learnâŚâ she teases.Â
âthen iâll have to oblige.â you murmur, slowly pushing into her tight, warm, cunt. she lays her head on the table, moaning as she feels the stretch.Â
âa pity i canât teach you this during class. youâd already have me crying on this desk if that were the case.â she drawls, trying to provoke you into speeding up. you take the hint.Â
without any warning, you push all the way in, hilting yourself in her pussy. she moans in shock, but she clearly doesnât mind as she grinds back onto your strap, and wraps her legs around your waist.
you start moving, putting your hands on her soft hips to steady yourself. you thrust clumsily, trying to set a rhythm to please the older woman. you try to thrust upward to the spot you had hit with your fingers, jerking the strap around inside her. her long, drawn-out moans fill the room, and you desperately pray that no one is walking outside right now.
sheâs already sensitive- and it doesnât take long for your thrusts to exert more power as you feel her clenching around you.
âfaster, dear,â she moans, hands gripping the edge of the table, âmake me cum, and iâll reward you.âÂ
the idea of a reward makes sparks erupt in your brain, and you speed up, thrusting mindlessly in an attempt to get her to cum faster. you move a hand to rub on her hard clit, making her whimper on the desk. âjust like that.â she whines, drawing closer to her orgasm.Â
her moans grow louder in a beautiful crescendo, and when her pitch reaches its peak, so does she. she tightens incredibly around your strap, creaming around it as you hilt yourself inside her all the way. her limbs tremble, eyes rolled back into her head as she processes her orgasm fully. when she stops shaking, you look down and pull out to see a ring of white on the base of the strap.Â
she slowly sits up on the desk, panting, sweat-covered, and with a small smirk.
âgood girl. youâll get a reward tomorrow.â she breathes out.
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ânow class, iâll be grading your papers so go about your own studies. the exam is next week.âÂ
groans of âyes, miss theseusâ ring about, students jeering at being reminded about the finals.
âgood, theyâll be busy doing their own things.â she murmurs under her breath. underneath her desk, you plunge your tongue inside her cunt, hidden from view. sheâs good at hiding her orgasm- already came on your face once without any visible reaction.Â
âi think iâll keep you under here for the rest of the semester. iâll get you a pillow for your poor knees.â she says as quietly as possible. all you do is nod vigorously and continue eating her out, trying to please your professor as much as possible- as much as she wants.Â
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help me stay awake tonight?
cw: moore x reader, bondage, vibra/tors, edg/ing, over/stim, ruined org/asm, pet names, mentions of public sex, ejacu/lating strap, gags, ruined org/asm, multiple org/asms, watching yourself get fucked???
quite the amazing idea from my twitter mutual i think. i like it lots
âyou know, itâs already two in the morning.âÂ
you peek into mooreâs office, looking on as she yawns and types away at her computer.Â
âmmm.â she hums, and tears her eyes away from the bright shining screen. âalready?â her eyes zero in on the clock above the door frame. âwell,â she shrugs, âmy work is due soon, anywayâŚâ and just like that, she turns back to the computer.
you sigh and step into her office, moving to stand next to her. âwe have another meeting in the morning thoughâŚâ you grimace, trying to get her away from her work.Â
âthatâs fine!â she giggles lightly. âi can always sleep after the meeting ends.â
you pout at her, causing her to coo. âdonât worry too much about it, cutie. i just need some coffee-â she reaches for her thermos flask- âto get me through the night.âÂ
you reach over quickly and grab the flask from her. she whines and tries to grab it back. âno more coffee for you. youâll die of a caffeine overdose, you know.â
moore sighs and drops her hands. âfine. youâll help me stay up tonight then?â she pleads with you.
âwhy not.â you shrug, playfully rolling your eyes. this wouldnât be your first all-nighter anyways.
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âm-moore, wait!â those are the last words that you choke out, before moore shoves a thick cable into your mouth, muffling your noises. your hands are bound too, by a smaller, thinner, cable, that moore had decided she had no more use for. youâre squirming on a cleared-out table, clothes tossed away to the corner of the room.
âperhaps your cute noises will keep both of us awake till the meeting, hm?â moore had said, before lifting you up and plopping you on the table.
she hums as she binds your ankles to the legs of the table, to keep you still for her. your eyes follow her movements and you watch as her huge, floating monitors reposition themselves around the room.Â
âi guess i can take an hour or two off of work, right?â moore holds that ever-kind smile on her face, though you donât miss the mischievous glint present in her eyes either. your eyes widen as you see her walking toward you, with a vibrator in her hand.Â
âno need to look so surprised, cutie, even someone like me has needs to fulfil when iâm working in the middle of the nightâŚâ she chuckles and moves to stand in front of you, staring directly at your already glistening cunt, clearly aroused by the situation that youâre put in. she taps the head of the vibrator on your throbbing clit, making you whimper behind your gag.Â
âwhat a good girl, staying still for me⌠well, not like you can do anything about it anyways.â she muses, and turns on the vibrator. the whirring of the device rings through the room, scaring and exciting you at the same time. without letting you react, she pushes the head of the vibrator directly onto your clit, making your thighs attempt to close instinctively.Â
you moan desperately, eyes widening as the intense pleasure rocks through your core so quickly. she moves it around, trying to determine the best position to stimulate you the hardest. you toss your head from side to side, drool escaping from the corners of your lips.Â
she moves the vibrator around until it hits the underside of your sensitive clit, and thatâs when you really start reacting. she delights in the way that your teeth dig into the cables that gag you, and your legs struggle to kick against the air. your cunt is already dripping slick onto the table, wetting the area under your ass. she giggles as she watches your body shake against its restraints, eyes rolling back into your head.Â
you squeal (as best as you can while gagged) when she turns up the speed on the toy, now vibrating against your clit so painfully, so deliciously. you donât get to warn her at all before you suddenly cum, and start squirting onto her clothes, staning it.Â
but the moment the first jet of fluid hits her, she reacts fast and takes the vibrator away quickly- smiling as she watches your eyes go wide, hips attempting to buck up against nothing as your squirting dies down, as does your ruined orgasm. tears fall from your eyes, and your clit is left red, angry, and throbbing, waiting for more stimulation from the cruel woman in front of you. little whines escape your gag, making her coo at you.
âoh, cutie, donât whine so much! why would i let the night end so quickly? thereâs still so much time leftâŚâ she pouts, keeping eye contact with you as the still-on toy vibrates in her hand. she moves and whistles as she moves the huge screens in the room once more, three of them now hovering over your still shaking body.Â
âletâs see here⌠ah!â she exclaims excitedly as she wheels something over to you, a strange contraption with multiple cameras attached. she positions it right beside the leg of the table, and with that, the monitors around you turn on, with the screens first showing some static before cutting to blurry views of your thighs, your breasts, and the middle monitor- a centered view of your dripping cunt.Â
your entire body flushes a deep red, and your eyes lock on to the view of your own pussy gushing more slick at the sight. you squirm and whimper, biting down on the cable- you feel as if your teeth have dug into the cables to expose the copper inside. she moves to set down the vibrator on a table, and from the same drawer, pulls out a harness, and a thick, translucent, dildo- clearly meant to stretch your cunt out. itâs ribbed- she plans to make you cum over and over tonight.Â
your body wants to wriggle away, but you also donât miss how your pussy throbs at the image of getting stretched out by moore. she catches it as well.
âi saw that, cutie.â she muses as she puts the harness on. âlooks like you want me to fill you up too.â she fixes the dildo into place, showing off her strap in all its glory. âwhat do you think? does it look good on me?â she teases, delighting in the way you nod desperately, a few more tears rolling down your face.Â
âgood girl! now, i donât have any lube here, so youâll just have to help me get my cock ready for you.â she cheers, as if she werenât about to fuck you into oblivion. she walks up to you, clacking of heels accompanied with the whirring of machines resounding in the room. she reaches down to take the cables out of your mouth, causing you to choke on your spit.Â
when you recover, you look up to see her nonchalant face, and down to see the thick dildo in hand. âopen wide, baby.â thatâs the only warning you get before she shoves her cock into your mouth.Â
you gag immediately, trying to adjust to the size of the strap in your mouth, nearly forcing its way down your throat. you glance up, with tearful eyes, and for the first time, you see a change in mooreâs expression.Â
a darker glint in her eyes, and her smile seems a little more sinister- her cheeks flush a dark red and she huffs everytime she thrusts her cock deeper into your mouth. her look excites you wildly, and you try your best to take her into the back of your throat.Â
you tear your eyes away from her, and at the corner of them, you catch a glimpse of one of the monitors- zoomed in on the way your mouth stretches around her. you nearly bite down on her strap in arousal, but instead relax your throat to allow her to fuck into it deeper.Â
moore hilts herself in all the way, hands intertwined in your hair. she grinds into your mouth a little bit before finally pulling out, cock covered in drool and your lips flushed red. âso pretty.â she smiles, and slaps your cheek lightly a few times. she grabs the once discarded cables from the table beside her and shoves them back into your mouth, gagging you once more.Â
she then walks back to the foot of the table, and you can lift your head up to see her align her strap with your sopping hole. she clicks her tongue, âeyes up, look at the screen.â you nod, eyes zeroing in on the screen displaying your cunt and her strap that is prodding at your swollen clit.Â
âgood.â she praises, and finally starts sinking her cock into your pussy. you let out a shaky sigh behind the gag, and your eyes roll back as you feel the stretch of every ridge of the dildo against your walls. you try to roll your hips forward to meet her pushing, but sheâs binded you well- you can only lie there and take everything she gives you.Â
â biiiiiiiig stretch, cutie.â she mumbles, as she hilts herself inside your needy cunt. you look dizzily at the screen, watching as you visibly clench around her. you can only whimper out, trying to get her to move inside you, and she takes the hint. she doesnât hesitate to begin thrusting slowly, helping you get used to the large toy.Â
eventually, when she sees that youâre comfortable, she starts speeding up, and digs her fingers into your thighs. only the slick sounds coming from your cunt, and the soft â mmfgh, mmf âs can be heard throughout the room. you can barely focus on the screen as you can feel yourself approaching your much-needed orgasm, eyes crossing and toes curling.Â
moore can feel you clenching harder around her- she knows that youâre close. âcum anytime you want, cutie- ah, but i wonât touch your little clit, âkay? itâs already so sore from the vibrator just now.â she fakes a sad pout and coos at you, though you could tell she was stifling a laugh while she was looking at your current, piteous state.Â
you can only whine at her, though she pays no mind to the noises you make. without warning, she angles the strap differently- hitting your sweet spot intensely. and just like that, you cum immediately, squirting over her strap and dirtying her clothes. but itâs not enough- your swollen clit still untouched, still left unsatisfied amidst the jets of fluid squirting from your already sore cunt. your long, drawn out whines and hip movements tell moore all she needs to know.Â
she slows down, making you shake your head desperately. âaww! not finished yet?â she giggles, thrusting hard just once into you, your head thrown back from the mild shock. âfine,â she says, almost mocking, âiâll touch your pretty clit this time.âÂ
she pulls out of you, making you whine at the empty feeling, but it doesnât take long for her to return, with that cruel vibrator in hand once more. she slides back into you with ease, making you whimper. however, the whimper turns into a scream when you feel the vibrator back on your clit, kicking your body into oversensitivity.Â
amidst the buzzing of the toy and the the sounds of filthy squelching, you can hear moore laughing- at you, no doubt, as she pushes the toy against the underside of your clit once more. your hips try to wiggle away from the stimulation, but itâs impossible with the way youâre tied- and you cum around her with a squeal, but she doesnât let up with her movements. you glance at the screen once more, now catching a view of your slick dripping onto the floor from your drenched cunt.Â
the buzzing gets too much, almost painful , but she pushes harder. you slowly lose the strength to struggle against her, eventually succumbing to the pleasure she gives you. youâre simply laying limp on the desk, head thrown to one side with your eyes rolled back. she can tell that youâre close to your limit.
âone more, okay?â you barely get a nod out, and she grins. âgooooood girl.â itâs almost patronizing, but youâre is too fucked out to care. âmaybe i should keep you tied up to a machine next time? that would be better than any coffee i could drink, no?â she proposes.Â
the thought has you squeezing around her once more. she continues putting the filthiest ideas into your head. through your hazy mind, you can barely make out a few things she says- âhow about i fuck you in the meeting in the morning?â and, ânext time, iâll record you getting fucked silly and send it to you while youâre working.âÂ
through a couple of choked out sobs and tears, you agree mindlessly- you canât wait for the next time she has you like this. âgonna give you a treat now, sweet girl.â you donât have the time or energy to question what she meant, before you feel her slam her strap home, and then something filling you up. your eyes jerk to the screen, and you can see a thin shot of cum flowing through the dildo into your worn out cunt.Â
you cum wordlessly for the last time, creaming around her strap, body convulsing on the table. she jerks the dildo a little bit around inside you, trying to get her cum as deep as possible. she slows the speed down on the vibrator, eventually stopping it and putting it aside when your jerking dies down. she says something about pulling out- you can barely process anything anymore- and slowly removes her strap from your pussy, and you can feel the emptiness in you once more. your eyes watch wearily as your mixed fluids drip from your hole- which reminds you.Â
your fingers, luckily, arenât bound, and you make weak noises, pointing at her crotch area.
âme? oh, you want me to cum?â she giggles, petting your cunt gently. âdonât worry about it, sweetie, maybe iâll have you eat me out under my desk tomorrow. you groan out gently, feeling your binds be removed. when she finally takes the cables out of your mouth, you cough a few times before speaking hoarsely.Â
âmoore⌠the meetingâŚâ you can barely keep your eyes open, but you can feel her scoop you up into her arms, and kiss you on the forehead.Â
âworry not cutie, iâll clean you up and you can rest on the couch. iâll wake you up when the morning comesâŚâ she trails off, and itâs the last thing you hear before you pass out in her arms.
âah⌠but thereâs the issue of carrying you to the bathroom without you getting seenâŚâ
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cw: langley x reader, lowkey dubcon (just a little), spanking, crying, gunplay, a little bit of dacryphilia, edg/ing, over/stim, power play, degrading, squi/rting, reader is not chief
A/N: couldnt stop thinking about that one langley supervision event
a click of a tongue, and a hand on your shoulder. but as quickly as it was put there, it disappears.Â
langley circles you slowly, staring daggers into you.Â
âyou know, this isnât what i expected from you.â langley walks to the desk, and slams her hand down on the reports. the sudden loud sound makes you jolt in place, hands clenched behind your back. âi didnât hire you so that you could give me this crap.â she snarls, picking up the papers. âthis isnât the intel that i asked for.â
âm-miss langley, i t-tried my b-â
âand yet, you still didnât get what i want.â langley sighs, rubbing at her temple. âhm, no matter, i suppose. there is still time to get what i want.âÂ
you almost let out a sigh, but she doesnât stop.Â
âbut this time, i think you need to be reminded on how to do your job.â langley muses, walking over to the couch, and sitting down.Â
âw-what?â you stammer out, afraid of what will happen next.Â
âdonât be so scared.â she scoffs, âitâs either this or you leave my office right now and never return.âÂ
you donât have much of a choice, and you know it.
âfine.â you mumble, and finally start inching towards her.Â
âgood.â her voice is stern, and it sends something more than just fear through your body. âover my lap. come on, now.â
a noise of confusion leaves your mouth.Â
âdid i stutter?â no response. âgood. oh, and pants off.â
ah, you see where this is going now.
you quickly shed your pants, not wanting her to wait any longer, afraid of another scolding. your now bare legs are cold against the cool air of her office.Â
you get on the couch awkwardly, trying not to look into her burning eyes. you lie over her lap, trying not to get too comfortable.
ânow, this will just be a reminder that you must do your job properly. â she leans over and sneers. âespecially if youâre working for me.âÂ
without any warning, langley lifts a gloved hand and spanks you square on your ass. it doesnât sting that bad- not yet, at least- and elicits a surprised yelp from you. your head whips around but she immediately shuts you down, other hand coming up to hold your head in place.Â
âno moving.â she taunts, and then another smack.Â
this one is slightly harder, but your panties still save you from most of its force. it still makes you squeal nonetheless. you squirm gently in her lap, feeling heat pool up in your core. your mouth almost opens to ask for more, but you refrain.Â
âmm. letâs do away with these pesky panties.â langley surprises you once more by ripping them off, and flinging them onto the floor.Â
âw- wait, i-â
smack!
this one hits much harder- you can feel the cool leather of her glove against your ass now. you jolt in her lap, almost pushing your ass towards her palm. she doesnât miss anything, of course.Â
âthis is supposed to be a punishment, you know.â smack! â it stings a little more, flesh beginning to turn red.Â
âi, iâm sorry-â smack!
âyouâre not crying yet. i donât think youâre that sorry.â you canât see it, but thereâs a wicked smirk on langleyâs face- obviously taking pleasure in her actions. she spanks you another three times in quick succession, each hit making you jolt forward on her lap, tears now welling in your eyes.Â
smack!
this one is hard- you whine out, and your toes curl. you can feel your cunt getting wet, though you desperately wish that she wouldnât notice. a tear slides down your cheek, feeling your ass burn as she rubs her cool hand over you.Â
âm-more, pleaseâŚâ you whimper quietly, but she still hears it.Â
she clicks her tongue. âneedy.â she mocks, raises her hand, and delivers the hardest hit yet. both the slap and the scream that leaves your mouth echo through the office. youâre finally fully crying now, choked sobs escaping your lips as she squeezes your ass hard. the pain stings, but it makes you drip over her lap.Â
without missing a beat, she pushes your legs openly slightly and swipes a couple of fingers through your cunt.Â
âalready so wet.â she says. âthatâs pathetic, you know? itâs supposed to hurt- unless youâre just a little painslut.â she snickers, and reaches for something from her hip. you barely get to turn around and look before you feel it- cool metal, pressed against your warm pussy.Â
you immediately try to squirm away, but she holds you down in place. ârelax, the chamberâs empty. itâs just a reminder not to mess up again, hm?â she rubs the barrel over your clit slowly, making your hips jerk in her hold.Â
â mmfph- b-but- âÂ
âdonât lie to me. i can see how wet you are.â she teases your entrance with the tip of the gun. âcry for me more.â she says, and pushes the gun into you ever so slowly.Â
sheâs kind enough to let you take it inch by inch, aided by the slick that keeps pouring from your cunt. you moan out with every movement, clenching around the thick barrel that slowly worms its way into you. itâs cold against your warm walls, and she strokes your back tauntingly.Â
âgood slut⌠take it all inâŚâ she whispers, and manages to push the gun halfway in before stopping. your legs are trembling, drool dripping out of the corner of your mouth- onto her couch. the barrel is snug in your wet cunt thatâs aching for an orgasm.Â
âmaybe thisâll teach you.â langley chastises as she begins to thrust her gun slowly. whines and whimpers spill from your mouth, trying not to cum immediately around the thick barrel. the thrill of having such a deadly weapon up your cunt arouses you to no end- and langley knows it too.Â
she twists her weapon inside you, allowing you to feel the ridges of her gun against your walls. each motion of her wrist making you thrust your hips backward to meet the cold steel of her gun.Â
âiâm- gonna cum.â you cry out, not wanting to cum without her permission. thankfully, you wonât be- sheâs already decided that.
âi can tell. youâre enjoying this too much.â she muses. your orgasm is close- so close, but she needs to remind you that youâre not here to enjoy yourself too much. just as youâre about to soil her gun with your release, she swiftly pulls it out of you- leaving your cunt squeezing nothing but the cold air, high dying down slowly as you desperately try to chase the feeling of the weapon inside you.
ân-no, please, please ! wanted to cum, so bad.â you cry out, squeezing your thighs together, but itâs not of much use.
she laughs, tapping the wet tip of the gun on your twitching cunt. ânot yet. youâre not here to have fun.â she chuckles again, putting her gun aside. âthatâs enough of that. iâll have to clean it later.â she feigns annoyance.Â
âah⌠hic! iâll clean it for you later, if you want- hic! but please, need to cumâŚâ you trail off, hiccups interrupting your sentence as your legs spread open shakily.Â
âiâll think about it.â langley says nonchalantly, gloved fingers now prodding at your sensitive pussy. she gathers slick from your cunt and rubs it between her fingers, lubing them up. without missing a beat, she pushes them into you, making you whine at the feeling of being full again.Â
she curls her fingers against that spongy spot inside you skillfully, watching you squirm as little âuh, uhâs fall from your parted lips. she knows exactly where to strike- trying to elicit the most delicious reactions from you.Â
you can feel your orgasm surging up once more, hoping that this time sheâll allow you to cum all over her glove. â please, â you beg, wiggling your hips, trying to get her to push her fingers all the way into your cunt. she laughs at you, striking your ass a couple of times to feel you clench around her.
âyou look adorable when youâre crying for me.â she sighs out, making your cheeks redder than they already are. âcry more, will you?âÂ
just as she says that, she pulls her fingers out of you, ripping away your orgasm once more. your body attempts to curl itself up in her lap, cunt twitching at its loss once again. you pant heavily, trying to hump greedily against her thigh, clit twitching against the fabric of her skirt. you cry noisily while your pussy dampens her clothes.Â
âso dirty⌠so noisy.â she chides, grabbing your body and manhandles you around, making you squeak as she props you upright. she positions her fingers upright on her lap. âride them. donât you want to cum?â she coos mockingly.Â
head fogged, you oblige, and lift your hips and lower yourself on her fingers. though still, they hit much deeper, gravity aiding your movements as she hums in approval.Â
âcum like this.â she orders, spurring you on to bounce on her fingers harder. you approach your peak quickly, just by watching the smirk on her face.Â
âm-may i?â you stutter out, voice wracked by pants and whines.Â
âgo ahead.â
with her permission, you slam yourself all the way down on her fingers, finally cumming all over her hand and lap.Â
â f-fuckk-kkkk⌠â you whimper, rolling your hips. as your eyes roll back into your head, you think that youâre done and satisfied- but langley just so happens to disagree. before you can move to get off of her fingers, she decides to thrust them upward- the sudden movement making you fall forward onto her.Â
âah, ah- itâs too much, too much!â you cry out, feeling her fingers move once more inside your already sensitive pussy. she pays no mind to your cries, instead, leans forward to bite into your sweat-covered neck.Â
langley sucks- hard- a reminder for the near future- one that youâd see in the mirror every morning. it makes you groan as she continues pistoning her fingers in and out of you. the oversensitivity brings you so close, but youâre too dazed out to ask for permission to cum this time. no matter, she wonât interrupt your pretty crying and the tears that stain her shirt.
her thumb furiously rubs circles on your clit, making you cry even more.Â
â cum. â the order is short and sweet, and you cum again- squirting over her lap. her fingers curl gently now, helping you ride out your high. your jaw is slack as your toes curl, and your arms lock up around her neck. your orgasm lasts for a few minutes, and she keeps her fingers inside you throughout.
langleyâs thigh is soaked by the time youâre finished. she moves you off her lap gently, laying you down on the couch while standing up, watching as your squirt drips down her leg. she leans over to pat your cheek a few times.Â
âthereâs a shower attached to this room. join me when youâre ready.â
you nod slowly, trying to regain strength in your limbs.Â
âperhaps i should make you grind on my boot the next time you mess up.â
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colour lighting studies but im too ptnbrained





singles for each this canvas is ridiculously huuuuggeee uggh
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duckcoins to spare
cw: angell x eleven, camgirl!eleven, mastu/rbation, squi/rting, toys, actually not much to say here
A/N: ange11. twitter mutuals are the ones in chat...
angellâs eyes burn at the screen, looking through all the jobs that are listed in front of her.Â
âcommission: take out the gang fights at the bar by district 14â
âcommission: need someone to kill a billionaire!! urgent!!â
âcommission: can someone deliver my groceries to my door???â
angell groans as she scrolls through the list of commissions on dismyth. eyes flicking away the moment she sees any with a low payment offer. which is basically all of them. ever since she dropped off the chief of the MBCC back onto itâs doorstep, no one has been around to help her with taking the best jobs for her.Â
or cook red bean soup, but thatâs not her number one priority.Â
angell turns around to look at her record player, sitting broken on her desk. she had tried to clean around after chief had been dropped off, but had haphazardly knocked her record player off the table- rendering it useless.Â
angell doesnât actually need the money from her commissions to continue living- chiefâs been sending her money every week, making sure her needs are met. but she needs more money to fix up her record player, and for now, has simply been listening to her favourite song on some sketchy video playing site on dismyth.Â
angell switches to the tab thatâs playing her music, deciding to pause it. she stops the music, wanting to switch off the computer, but not before something catches her eye.Â
a live stream- with a pretty girl in the thumbnail, that reads, âCall at 3AMâ. angellâs eyes flit down to the title of the livestream, which is âCall at 3AM: Late night âchatâ streamâ. she once more considers closing the computer, but the stream has already piqued her interest- and besides, itâs not like she has any commissions to do right now, she can take a break, right?Â
angell shrugs and decides to click on the stream, not thinking much about what she would find. immediately, the video opens, and sheâs greeted by the sight of that woman- eleven, if the name of the channel tells her anything- in the thumbnail. her face is red, sheâs panting, and as angellâs eyes move downward, she watches her breasts move up and down as her chest heaves. before she knows it, she sees one of elevenâs hands propping her up on the bed and the other down between her thighs, thrusting a big, bright pink dildo into her-
angell hits the power button of the computer, sending it into sleep mode. she stares, dumbfounded, at her now black screen. her face rises to a bright blush, cheeks heating up as she tries to process what she just saw.Â
ah⌠that- that wasâŚ
angell can feel her head spinning. she doesnât know what else she expected- why else would someone be up at night, streaming on the dark web?Â
âi- i probably shouldnâtâŚâ angell mumbles to herself, shifting in her seat. she thinks it over for less than a minute, and with shaky hands, hits the power button on her computer again.Â
itâs okay to be curious, right?
angell enters her password into the computer, and it boots up again- back to the tab, where eleven was on the screen once more. she was still fucking herself, while looking at what is assumedly her own monitor. angell watches, flustered, as she watches the thick, apparently vibrating toy move in and out of elevenâs cunt. so big⌠doesnât it hurt? angell thinks, watching intently as slick drips down the toy onto the bed.
elevenâs voice rings out through the silent room. âas you can, see- ah!â  she moans, âthat this toy is reaaaaally powerful at itâs third setting- haaaahâŚâ she trails off, grinding down on the vibrating toy beneath her. âi havenât felt this good in a while.â she whimpers out.Â
angell looks at the livestreamâs chat, wondering what people comment on content like this.Â
âmari: oh my god Eleven please one chance I wanna put my head between your boobs so bad and bounce on your strap pleaseâ
âCherieLuna: oh my! Eleven!! âŚ. Alright brb guys gonna withdraw more moneyâ
âMBCCChief: ELEVEN??? This is NOT what the AV Room equipment is for!!!â
âty: i wanna suck on the toy when youre doneâŚâ
âkorichi: Eleven please just one taste, please đ â
âRahu: ???â
âHopeless Romantic: Hey babe⌠I think youâre suffering from a lack of vitamin me ;)â
âeiri: I NEED TO DO SCISSOR WITH HER SO BAD UNTIL MY LIPS FALLS OFF UNTIL THE BED BREAKS UNTIL THERE'S A NEW CHASM CREATEDâ
âGanceGance: ma'am you're voice is so good I came twice already đĽľđĽľđĽľ â
âRahu: eleven⌠can i visit later?â
âCherieLuna: Rahu???â
angell stifles a laugh at the particularly lewd messages, wondering if these people think about their digital footprint.Â
eleven looks over at the chat, reading the comments that fly by in a flash. âoh⌠amber⌠three comments in a row already? someone must be awfully desperate tonight.â
âamber: let me lick it up đ
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âamber: eleven please strap me downâ
âamber: Let me bounce on itâ
âif you subscribe maybe, iâll let you- mmm- Â do more than bounce on it.â eleven chuckles.Â
and without thinking it over too much, angell decides to send a message in the chat.Â
âangell_1231: youâre really prettyâ
eleven pauses grinding down on her toy, noticing angellâs message immediately. âa new viewer? havenât seen you around before.â she says, before continuing.Â
angell wonders what she should type next, while watching eleven squirm on her mattress. âah- everyone, looks like iâm already gonna cum for the first time tonight.â eleven giggles, adjusting her body slightly so that now- angell has a view of the thick toy vibrating in her soaking cunt, buzzing away in joy as her hips jolt every few seconds.Â
angell canât take her eyes off the display- a world that she has personally never dipped her toes into before- so alluring and beautiful, and she can feel her throat go dry and her own core heat up at the erotic display in front of her.Â
âfuck- fuckfuckfuck- i-iâm cummingâŚâ eleven moans, hilting the toy inside her as deep as possible, her slick dripping onto her thighs and on the mattress. she heaves for a while, panting while the chat goes wild at the sight.Â
ânow, what about i let you all control the next toy?â
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itâs been one week since angell first watched elevenâs stream. sheâs taken up more commissions since then, no matter how ridiculous they may seem- she wants to earn more money, after all.Â
itâs three in the morning once more, and angell is seated at her computer, cursor hovering over elevenâs livestream. sheâs been thinking about it all week- and now that eleven is finally live, she supposes she can take some time to relax for a while. she clicks it, and once again, eleven appears on the screen, this time with her fingers pinching at her nipples.Â
as per usual, the chat is as crazy as ever- people interacting with her and with each other.
âHopeless Romantic: You and I should have a private stream⌠â
âe-dommommy: please, sheâs not gonna dm someone as cringe as youâ
âHopeless Romantic: Really? What makes you think sheâll go for someone who didnât even say anything up till now?â
âe-dommommy: wanna bet? hey eleven, is that your name because youâre an 11 out of 10?â
angell tears her eyes away from the little conflict happening, drifting her view to elevenâs tits instead. she can see how stiff elevenâs nipples are, every tug making her whimper a little louder.Â
â oh, how i wish i had someone to play with my tits while they fuck me- look, iâve been sitting on this this whole time-â eleven lets go of her tits to pan the camera downwards, to show her swollen cunt, stretched around another thick, but this time, glass dildo. angell squints at the screen, watching the way she can see elevenâs clit throb, and the way her pussy clenches around the toy.Â
it makes angellâs own core clench, and her hand fights the urge to drift below and pleasure herself too. sheâs in her regular sleepwear, but the fabric of her underwear is enough to bring stimulation on her clit. she finds herself rocking back and forth on her own chair ever so slightly, getting off to the display in front of her.Â
ât-this one hits so- ngh, deep,â eleven whimpers out, feeling the toy hit all the right spots in her. she grabs the base of the toy and pulls it out slowly, letting the camera catch every shine of slick that it pulls from her cunt. âthis is one of my favourites- it makes me cum so hard everytime i use it.â she continues, pushing it back in with shaky hands. the high-quality microphone picks up the noises that emit from her actions, filling angellâs room with the filthiest sounds.Â
angellâs sensitive ears pick all of the sounds up- causing her to soak into her panties- but she makes no move to touch herself. instead, she watches on as elevenâs moans rise in volume as she plunges the toy in and out of herself.Â
âi-iâm gonna cum- mmph! can you all see?â eleven moans, her other hand rubbing furiously at her clit now, causing her to gush over her toy. âfuck, iâm- iâm cumming-!â her words cut off, and she throws her head back- and she squirts all over the camera, the hot liquid hitting the lens and dripping off. she pushes the dildo in as hard as she can, panting and riding out her orgasm, rubbing slow circles on her clit.Â
angell is burning up now, feeling like she needs to take off her clothes- sheâs been sweating at the sight this entire time. without thinking about it, she presses the âdonateâ button, and decides to donate five hundred duckcoins. she can hear the ping! of the donation from the stream, and looks at eleven, who is still breathing heavily, looking at her chat.
âoh, its you, angell_1231⌠ah⌠five hundred duckcoins? thank you so much for the donation- i hope you attach a message next time, hm? flattery can get you to so many places.â eleven chuckles, and the beautiful sound makes angell blush. she simply comments an âokayâ, to which eleven gives a thumbs up to her comment.Â
before she can hear eleven speak more, angell closes the tab- she doesnât want to stay up all night watching eleven, since she has a job tomorrow. when she stands up from her chair, she becomes aware of how wet her panties are.Â
she supposes her shower will have to be a cold one tonight.
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it's another night at the computer. angellâs sitting at her computer once more, watching eleven's livestream. they know each other a little better now, since sheâs been chatting more- plus she had asked the chief about eleven after she saw her berate her usage of professional equipment on her streams.Â
âmaybe you can persuade eleven to stop using the AV roomâs equipment.â chief grumbles, before giving angell elevenâs phone number. but all angell can do is stare at it- she doesnât quite know what to tell eleven just yet. so she decides to watch another stream.Â
she chats more freely now, though all she says are just short sentences. nonetheless, eleven still acknowledges every sentence she says- and every donation she makes.Â
âoh angell, you donât have to donate every single time i have an orgasm, you know.â eleven pants out, watching the notification of another five hundred duckcoins coming in from angell. âthatâs the second time tonight⌠you should keep some money for yourself, you know.â she groans as she lifts herself up off the toy she was sitting on.Â
âangell_1231: just thought that ur too pretty to let me watch this for freeâ
âquite the sweetheart, arenât you.â eleven tosses the wet toy to the other side of the bed, and sits back down with a grin. âwell, guess what. it seems afterâŚâ she trails off, doing the maths in her head, âthat last donation, youâre entitled to a private call with me, you know.âÂ
angellâs eyes widen, and her hands start trembling.Â
âangell_1231: whatâ
eleven giggles when she sees her message. âso cute! you didnât know?âÂ
âangell_1231: noâŚâ
âwell⌠just know that you can cash that in any time you want.â eleven says, and winks at the camera. before she can continue with her next part of the stream, angellâs fingers fly across the keyboard.
âwhat about⌠now?â
eleven looks surprised for a second, before breaking out into a smile. âof course! how could i say no to my number one supporter?â she quickly hits a few buttons on her computer, and turns back to the stream. âsorry everyone⌠looks like the stream is ending early today⌠well, until next time then!â she hurriedly turns off the stream, before the rest of her audience can complain about the early end.Â
angell is surprised by how eager eleven had seemed to end the stream, but before she can ponder on it, a window pops up on her computer.Â
a video call request from eleven.Â
angell lets out a noise, and quickly reaches over to adjust the webcap atop her computer, so that only her body is visible. she doesnât need to let anybody see her face, after all. she hits the âacceptâ button, and elevenâs smiling face appears on her screen once more.Â
âhey! angell⌠is that you?â elevenâs voice rings through the room, as her eyes dart across the screen to get a better look at angellâs body.Â
ây-yeahâŚâ for the first time, angell is nervous- she stutters, and she fiddles with her own fingers in her lap. âhelloâŚâ
âoh! i didnât expect you to sound so handsome.â eleven compliments angell, causing her to flush a deep red.Â
âthank youâŚâ angell trails off, not knowing what to say.
deciding to take the lead, eleven continues. âso, anything in particular youâd like for me to do for you?â she asks, wondering what a handsome woman like angell would want. when she doesnât answer, she continues. âroleplay? ASMR? or something simple like masturb-â
âthat.â angell cuts her off. âcan you teach me⌠that?â âahâŚ? teach you how to⌠touch yourselfâŚ?â
ây-yes⌠is there anything wrong with that?âÂ
âwell, itâs just that⌠i had expected you to be⌠more daring with your request⌠people donât pay as much as you do to get a lesson.â eleven thinks, recalling her previous private streams.
âiâve never had the chance to do such things⌠to myself⌠because of my lifestyle⌠and seeing you just got me curious- and i couldnât help but think about what if i were to do that to myselfâŚâ angell chooses her words carefully, trying not to divulge anything about her job or life.Â
eleven looks surprised for a moment, but lapses back into her playful character immediately. âwell then, after all thatâs said and done, i couldnât possibly be so mean as to not teach youâŚâ eleven reaches over to her webcam and adjusts it slightly, so that the camera captures her upper and lower body. âturn your camera down too, okay?â she asks.
angell obliges, tilting her camera downward- and elevenâs view is now of angellâs chest, to her lower body sitting in her chair. she can see angell shifting uncomfortably in her seat, and tries to help her relax.Â
ârelax for me, okay? this will feel better when you let yourself focus on it.â eleven assures her. angell chokes out a stiff âokayâ. âwhy donât you start by taking off your panties? i can already see you soaking through them, you know.â eleven chuckles.Â
angell looks down in embarrassment, having completely forgotten that she had only been wearing a t-shirt and panties- knowing sheâd be taking a cold bath in the early morning. she flushes a deep red, but pushes her panties off her legs instead, revealing her already wet core. she attempts to hide herself, but eleven puts a stop to that.Â
âdonât hide yourself, i think youâre really pretty down there.â eleven whispers into the microphone. angell moves her hands hesitantly, spreading her legs a little wider. âyouâre already wet, hm? my stream turned you on so much?âÂ
âo- of course⌠it does every time i watch you.â angell admits. thatâs something else eleven didnât expect- if anything, she had assumed that angellâs compliments were just her way of trying to get into her (figurative) pants, but seeing the nervous woman on her screen now made her realise that her short, often lacking-in-emotion comments were just the way angell was.Â
now itâs elevenâs turn to blush, not expecting this turn of events. âw-well, this display is turning me on all the same too.â she mutters, but loud enough for angellâs sensitive ears to hear it. angell pretends like she doesnât, though, and tosses her panties to the other side of the room.Â
ânow what?â
âstart with touching your clit.â eleven instructs, demonstrating it on herself. she ghosts her fingers over her clit, letting out little whimpers as she does- the slick from her previous orgasm on stream helped with lubricating her movements.Â
angell tries to mirror her movements- gathering slick from her own cunt to rub gently over her own core. due to her heightened senses, the feeling of simply a single stroke over her clit makes her jolt upwards in her chair, letting out a high-pitched moan that resonates throughout the room.Â
eleven is surprised by angellâs sensitivity, and thinks that it will make this more enjoyable for both of them.âdoes it feel good? just a few touches down there already have you letting out pretty sounds.â she whispers huskily into the microphone, watching the way angellâs fingers twitch at her words.
ây-yeah⌠feels different.â angell pants.
this piques elevenâs interest. âoh? different from what?â
âah⌠â angell pauses, and hesitates. âfrom the way my underwear feel against my clit.â she moans out.Â
âhave you⌠ever cum from that?â eleven questions, wanting to know the extent of angellâs experience with pleasure. the revelation of angellâs innocence in this aspect is turning her on, and she strokes her own clit faster.Â
âno⌠never⌠not enoughâŚâ angell huffs out. her middle finger is more daring now, stroking her bud gently. the rough pad of her finger adds extra stimulation, making her hips jerk forward ever so slightly in her chair.Â
eleven smiles. âwell, this will be so, so much better than your silly panties.â she coos, spurring on angell to rub her clit a little bit faster. her legs spread wider instinctually, letting eleven have a better view of her pussy. âuse two fingers now, okay? how many times did you try to get off against your underwear?â
âevery- ah! streamâŚâ angell whimpers, listening to elevenâs instructions.
âyou should let more of that emotion slip everytime you comment in my stream after this, okay? let me know that youâre getting off to me fucking myself.â eleven presses, as she can see how angell speeds up her movements, and the way more slick drips from her cunt.Â
elevenâs words are almost pushing angell over the edge, but eleven doesnât want to stop everything here. âare you gonna cum for me? already?â
angell nods desperately. âmhm, so quickly-â she cuts herself off with a moan, and rubs faster. âgonna c-cum already.â she stutters out. eleven takes her own fingers off her pussy first, preparing herself to deny angell.Â
eleven smirks. âhmm⌠not yet. take your fingers off.â angell doesnât know why, but she listens to eleven- denying her own orgasm. her hips buck gently into the air, trying to chase the orgasm that she took away from herself. âgood. iâll teach you something more pleasurable, okay?â
angell nods with a whimper, ignoring the urge to continue getting herself off. she watches her screen as eleven shows her wet fingers to the camera, before dipping them down to her entrance. angell gulps down as she sees the tip of elevenâs finger dip ever so slightly inside- she finds her own hand trying doing the same.Â
âthatâs it, take your time with it, okay? do what makes you feel comfortable.â eleven says, watching angellâs clumsy movements. angell nods, and when eleven puts her singular middle finger in, just a little, she follows suit- the warmth of her own insides making her shift in her seat.Â
âfeels⌠strangeâŚâ angell huffs out.
âyou need to get used to it, after all.â eleven hums, starting to thrust her own finger shallowly inside herself. angell watches, and mimics.
after a while, she gets used to the sensation of something inside her- her thrusts get deeper, and sheâs accustomed to having her finger inside her- up to the second knuckle. eleven watches, and moans in approval, letting angell know that sheâs proud of her.Â
âthis is my favourite trick. i love to push my fingers as deep as they can go- â eleven moans while pushing her fingers all the way in, âand curl them up just a little- and fuck myself just like that.â she starts pumping in and out of herself, the squelching noises from her pussy now awfully audible to angellâs flushed ears.Â
angell looks at elevenâs face, contorted in pleasure, and does the same. the feeling of her fingertip pushing up against her walls is a new, better sensation than simply thrusting her straightened finger inside her- and her moans rise in volume in tandem with elevenâs.
âfeels so much- ngh!- better!â angell chokes out, already getting close to the orgasm she was denied just now. she can feel her walls clenching around her finger, the pulsations of her cunt driving her to fuck herself faster.Â
ârub your clit with your other hand.â eleven instructs, doing the same on herself. their moans grow to a fever pitch, both of them gushing more at the sight of each other getting off. the moment angellâs other hand touches her clit, she lets out a little scream, her oversensitivity nearly pushing her over the edge immediately.Â
âahâŚâ eleven groans, getting close to her own orgasm. âangell, baby, cum with me okay? have your first- oh!- orgasm together with me.â she whines.
angell, too overwhelmed with pleasure, simply nods in acknowledgement. she speeds up the motion of her hands, mirroring the quick pace that eleven is going at now. together, their noises match each other and rise to a crescendo until- both of them cum over their fingers, slick gushing out and dripping onto the fabric below them.
angell, having never experienced such sensation in her life, is overwhelmed quickly- her eyes roll back in her head, and her legs straighten under her desk, and her toes point- and eleven takes in the sight of angell, in all her glory, letting go.Â
angell rides out her orgasm, her fingers slowing down, eventually coming to a complete stop. boneless, she leans back on her chair, too hazy to take her hands off her cunt. now, only the sounds of her heavy breathing and elevenâs panting fill the room, and it takes a while before any of them say anything,
âso⌠was that everything you expected it to be?â eleven asked, breaking the comfortable silence.Â
âit was⌠better than i expectedâŚâ angell says, still dazed out on her chair.Â
eleven lets out a giggle. âlooks like you enjoyed it? i did too.âÂ
âreallyâŚ?â angell blushes.Â
âlike you wouldnât imagine. in fact⌠i enjoyed it so much that iâll give you another private session on the house, hm? i can teach you so much more.â eleven whispers, before giving angell another wink.Â
angell smiles, though she knows eleven canât see it. âsure,â she answers.
âthenâŚâ eleven leans into the microphone and whispers sexily, âiâll see you at another three AM.â she giggles after, and ends the video call without letting angell respond, leaving her on a cliffhanger.Â
angell stares at her computer screen, before tossing her head back and lying in the silence. the slick on her hands is drying now, and she supposes that she can take a shower after she lies there for a little while more- a warm one this time.Â
perhaps the chief would let me visit the bureau some time?
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not an older sister but a mother (both vers) đŠľ
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â§ âcome closer⌠let me hear your breaths closelyâŚâ she asked of you as you obliged, lying down closer next to her on the warm and soft sheets. it was silent for a moment, a comfortable, loving silence. she whispers; âohâŚ. you sound just like a kittenâ
â§ you look up at her with your reddening face, seeing her soft expression made you even more embarrassed, and so you buried your flustered expression into the crook of her neck swiftly.
â§ all she could do was embrace you and coo sweet nothings into your earâŚ. she would have never expected see the chief in such a state, but she definitely wouldnât have it any different.
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neighbours on sloane street (intro)
spreading the garodela gospel. i love the idea of two old women taking care of each other
cw: none. only fluff,,,,,,,,,,
a/n: they make me cry
snip, snip, snip.Â
the sound of the scissors resound in the quiet salon. the owner is focused, clipping up and cutting down her clientâs hair.Â
an everyday practice for adela.Â
her clients, usually, are talking about their troubles. but perhaps today is not as usual as the rest.Â
âmiss adela, have you heard?â adelaâs client shifts their topic, all of a sudden.
adela hums. âhm?â she waits for a response.Â
âthe shophouse next to you. someoneâs moving in today.â the girl in the chair talks excitedly. âwhat do you think they look like? where did they come from? oh, i wanna meet them when they arrive!âÂ
adela nods along, motions visible in the mirror. she wonders too, of course, but reserves her questions for the time being. but her client doesnât catch the way her eyes flit to look outside the window of her cosy shop- she wants to meet the new person too.Â
and there she sees it. out of the corner of her eye- a woman with purple hair, outside her shop. sheâs looking around, presumably trying to find her new home.Â
and then, her eyes settle on adelaâs shop. they drift from the sign, to the glass, and finally, adela herself. but before they can lock eyes, adela quickly looks back at her client- she doesnât want to be caught staring.Â
â-you think they came here for? gosh, hopefully they arrive before i have to start on dinner!â her customer finishes rambling.
adela takes a few seconds to respond. â...i hope i see them, too.â
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âthank you miss adela! iâll see you in a couple of months!â the girl waves goodbye to her, bell clinking as she leaves the shop. adela smiles and waves back. just as the door closes, the belltower rings.Â
6pm, she thinks. time to clean up.Â
she first moves to clean up the tea off her counter.Â
âŚmm. thereâs still some left over.
perhaps a cup of tea is enough to greet her neighbour.
cup steady in her hands, adela leaves the salon. she walks over to the shophouse next to hers, and peers in the same, glass windows that her own shophouse has. there she sees her- the beautiful woman, inside, pulling clothing out of a suitcase.Â
a new neighbour, adela smiles. the shophouse has been empty for ages. she pushes the door open. without even missing a beat, the woman turns sharply to face her, with incredible reflex. her eyes are wary at first, but she recognizes her- the hairdresser next door- and loosens up just a bit.
âhello there.â adela starts, with a smile. âi heard someone was moving in today. thatâs you, i assume.âÂ
the smile is returned. âthatâs me. moved from somewhere near 5th avenue. here to set up my tailoring businessâ she puts down the fabric she held in her hands. âi saw you. youâre the hairdresser next door, yes?âÂ
adela nods. she moves forward to hand the cup of tea to the womanâs now free hands. âfor you. figured youâd want something to drink after travelling here.âÂ
âi appreciate it.â the woman accepts it gratefully. âmy name is garofano.âÂ
âiâm adela.â
pretty name, both of them thinks, but neither of them let it show on their faces.Â
âthank you for the tea, adela.â garofano giggles.
âyou can return that back to me tomorrow- iâm sure youâd like to rest now.âÂ
garofano hums in agreement. âindeed. perhaps youâd like to come over tomorrow instead? iâd love to get to know more about the neighbourhood.â
the invitation is warm- like a bright light in the fog.Â
adela agrees.Â
perhaps this is a new mundanity she could get used to.
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adela finds herself standing in front of garofanoâs shophouse. just for the teacup, she thinks. that is, until she sees the warm smile through the window. she goes in.
garofano is humming something, a tune unfamiliar, while moving fabrics around. the creaking of the door makes her turn her head.
âadela! youâre here.â garofano beams. âis your work day over? how would you like to spend more time here?â sheâs bustling around the shophouse, moving supplies here and there. âas you can see, i still have a lot of work before my shop is set up- iâd love a little company.â
adela agrees, without hesitation (much to her surprise), and soon finds herself rearranging needles in a container. she glances back, every so once in a while, to observe the older woman arranging furniture. a certain feeling blooms in her heart- sheâs not quite sure what it is- but she figures that itâs all part of the new mundanity.Â
they exchange little conversation, accompanying each other in a comfortable silence, occasionally broken by garofanoâs humming. both of them move about, but thereâs only so much work that can be completed in a day.Â
the sky outside is dotted with stars when they decide to rest for the day, laying on garofanoâs couch conveniently in front of the windows. adelaâs brought over tea once again, steam rising in front of their faces as they sit next to each other under the calming moonlight.Â
theyâre close to each other- so close, their shoulders are almost touching, but adela doesnât dare move closer, though her heart tells her to do so.Â
âi wonder, what will life here be like?â garofano giggles, staring up at the sky. âitâs been such a long time since iâve had the time to relax like this."
adela nods, following the conversation. âwell, i do quite hope you enjoy your time here⌠perhaps, the belltower will be the only thing disturbing your relaxation.â she teases lightly, earning a laugh from the older woman.Â
âit wouldnât, for the most part. after all, when it rings six times, thatâs when i know that youâre free to come over.â
itâs a subtle comment, sure, but lights a certain spark in the fog nonetheless. adela lets out the palest blush, thankful that garofano doesnât turn her head to witness it.
by the end of the night, adela bids garofano a goodbye, and a goodnight. she stays outside the shop until she sees her disappear into the back.Â
she goes to bed that night, with her worries set aside. sheâll get used to the change in her schedule- sheâll look forward to the booming of the belltower at 6 PM. and the fog lifts, just a little more.Â
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sweeter than blood
summary: her coffin finally creaks open. she's so hungry for you and your love.
cw: vampire!garofano x fem!witch!reader, fing/ering, cunnil/ingus, bloody sex, but not the period kind, soft sex, sciss/oring, a little plot at the beginning
a/n: born from my phd in yearnology. i am yearning for a woman who will call me darling
minors dni
the sound of soft footsteps echo through the little house. you scuttle around, sweeping up the dust off of the floor- itâs been quite a while since youâve cleaned.Â
without garofano, whoâs been asleep, to ask you to help her clean up, the small house the two of you currently live in has gotten a little bit messy. well, it was more messy, but some clutter here and there wasnât something a little magic couldnât fix.Â
hours ago, you heard rustling from the coffin in garofanoâs bedroom- which made tears well in your eyes. your beloved was finally waking up- after 7 months of waiting. you walk to her coffin, tenderly caressing the polished wood grains. you close your eyes, and recall the fateful incident that had occurred.
arrows whiz past your head as you run through the forest. you almost lose your balance and fall as the whistle of a projectile rings though your ear, the sound too close for comfort.Â
âkill the witch!â
âburn her at the stake!â
the villagers continue hurling stones and shooting arrows at you, far into the deep forest.
iâm going to die here, you think, as you feel your legs beginning to cramp, sharp branches growing off of the tall trees scratching away at your robes. i didnât even get to say goodbye to-
your thoughts are cut off, as you stop dead in your tracks. your path is blocked, a wall of dense, thick trees in front of you. your head whips around to see the horde of villagers already approaching you. the leader of the horde carries a pitchfork, but not for long- your eyes widen as you see him pull back, and swing forward- the weapon flying directly at your head.Â
before you get the chance to react, a figure jumps in front of you. the scent is unmistakable- garofano, with the prongs of the pitchfork stabbing straight through her body. she stares down at you, making sure youâre not hurt. youâre unable to scream, only widen your eyes in fear.Â
she gingerly reaches around her to pull the weapon out of her back, dark blood oozing out of the holes in her body.Â
âitâs⌠itâs the vampire!â the man who threw the pitchfork yells. âeverybody, run!âÂ
the humans scatter like flies, tripping over themselves to get away from the bloody vampire in front of them.Â
garofano stares at you gently, amidst the pain in her body. she strokes your cheek with a bloodied hand.Â
take me home, sweetheart. i must rest.â
those are the last words you had heard before she collapsed into your arms. she had already spent her energy looking for you- getting a fork through her body was the last thing she could handle. you had brought her home and laid her to rest in her coffin- and yearned for her for the past seven months she was recovering her energy.
youâre stronger now- you often think back to that day, knowing youâd have been able to take all of the villagers out with a flick of your wrist. or maybe two.Â
but now is no time to reminisce about the past. you sit patiently by the coffin, waiting for the coffin to creak open. you donât have to wait long before the lid of the coffin is nudged gently, pushed open from the inside. you help her, and peer in.Â
garofano lay there, just as beautiful as you remember. a tear escapes your eye as you see garofanoâs own eyes open.Â
youâre barely able to hold in your sniffles and cries. âgar-garofano⌠iâm, iâm so sorryâŚâ you choke out, words shaky, âyou shouldnât have came to rescue me that day.â
her soft eyes are fully open now, only staring up at you with a gentle smile. a trembling, scarred hand reaches up to stroke your tears and cup your cheek. her thumb is soothing, and you lean into her touch while hiccuping out apologies.
she shushes you, thumb running over your shaking lip. âitâs okay,â she murmurs, âit wasnât your fault.â her kindness only makes you sob harder.Â
âbut, b-but i-â
âno buts, darling, i wouldnât have left you there to die.â she slowly props herself up in the coffin. âand besides, iâm awake now, okay?âÂ
she doesnât miss a beat. she pulls your head down and kisses you on the lips. the action takes you by surprise, but you donât hesitate to reciprocate. you melt into it, more tears falling from your eyes as youâre finally able to experience her taste for the first time in years.
âiâve missed you.â you mumble, in between wet, messy kisses. âso, so much.â Â
her grip on your face tightens ever so slightly.Â
âme too,â she says, âiâve had so many dreams about you in my time of rest.âÂ
then, a nip on your lower lip.
âbut now is not the time for reminiscence.â
a finger comes up to drag down the fabric covering your neck.Â
âiâm hungry.â she whispers.
she doesnât miss a beat. her fangs extend immediately, driving her teeth into your skin. you gasp- first in shock, then in pain, as warm, red blood trails down your collarbone. she wraps her arms around you greedily, your body going limp in her hold. the pain doesnât last for long- a warmth spreads from the area of the bite swiftly, coursing through your veins.Â
her tongue laps voraciously at your dripping blood, feeling energy fill her limbs. âbeen longing for a taste of you.â she groans into your skin, vibrations amplifying the heat in your body.Â
you can only respond with a little whimper, the sensations feeling brand new after way too long of not feeling them.Â
when she pulls away from the appetiser, her face is bloody- but a huge grin resides on her face- she had just had a taste of her favourite meal, after all.Â
âi have just a little more strength now, darlingâŚâ she extends her hand, âwhy donât we move somewhere softer?âÂ
you nod, taking her tender hand, and she climbs gracefully out of the coffin. she turns to look at her bed, sheets messy and pillows strewn.
âiâve slept in your bed every day you were gone.â you say, blush rising to your cheeks.Â
âi hope it smells just like you.â she comments amusedly, pulling you gently along to the bed.Â
she sheds herself of her clothing, tossing them aside.
she lies down on the bed, arms outstretched. âcome here, dear.âÂ
you climb onto the bed, slowly crawling into her soft embrace.Â
âjust now was the appetiser. now itâs time for the main course.â she declares, before going for another bite at your neck.Â
this one is stronger, more primal- the venom sheâs sunk into your bloodstream courses through you rapidly. it gets you heated, beads of sweat forming at your temple. your core starts to burn just a little, your clothing suddenly feeling hot and stuffy to be in.Â
ever the attentive woman garofano is, she takes notice immediately- how could she not when you were squirming atop her?Â
she takes your robes off without trouble, the motion having been practised a thousand times before. she tosses the robe off, and youâre left in your underwear- something she easily rips off and throws to the side as well. youâre left bare, straddling her thigh.Â
she licks the blood at your neck once again, thatâs dripping down and staining her clothes. she moans as she feels the mana from your blood strengthen her. oh, how she has missed this sweet, succulent, taste.Â
subconsciously, your hips grind down on her thigh- each lap of her tongue only making your arousal heavier.Â
blood stains garofanoâs face, down to her neck. she pulls away from your wound, looking up at you with a smile on her face. the venom in her bite leaves you dazed, mindlessly grinding down on her thigh, wetting it with your slick.Â
âso needy⌠youâve been waiting for this for a long time, hm?â she asks, watching you nod so desperately for her touch. âi wonât disappoint you, darling.â
with that, she surprises you by hoisting you up by the hips, bringing you forward until youâre kneeling just over her face. you look down to see her licking your blood off her lips. but the semblance of cleanliness doesnât last long, as she tilts her head to bite directly next to your pussy.Â
you whine out, leg twitching from the pleasure and pain. slick only gushes harder from you, and you reach down to relieve the pressure, rubbing on your clit.Â
âneed you, garoâŚâ you slur out, motions faltering. her venom is so potent- even the sensation of your own blood running down your thigh is enough to almost push you to orgasm.Â
she sucks your thigh so gently, coaxing more blood out of the wound. now that sheâs had her fill of your blood, she wants something sweeter. she doesnât bother to wipe her mouth off, and thrusts her tongue right into your dripping cunt.Â
you squeal out, hand faltering its motion on your clit. the sudden stimulation makes you fall forward, your other hand going to grip the headboard.Â
âgaro!â you whimper out her name, âtoo- ngh, much!âÂ
âaw,â she pulls away, cooing at you. âmy little witch is so sensitiveâŚâ
you havenât been touched in so long, after all. youâve spent countless nights shoving your fingers deep into your pussy, trying to mimic the feeling your lover had given you so many times in the past. but it was never enough- nothing could replace her.Â
âiâll make you feel so goodâŚâ she mumbles, and forces your hips down on her face once more. her tongue reaches deeper this time, hitting every good spot inside you. it has you gasping, crying, and whining out for her, and your hand on your clit speeds up.Â
âc-cumming already-â you choke out, clenching around the tongue inside you.Â
she hums, letting vibrations roll through you- encouraging you to cum on her tongue after so long. she shifts an arm to move her hand, pushing two of her fingers into you, making you cum immediately.Â
you throw your head back, eyes wide open, and your hand falters once more. garofano notices, of course, and pulls her tongue away in favour of licking your clit instead. she curls her long fingers deliciously, making sure each stroke pushes you further into the throes of pleasure. your legs tremble uncontrollably, threatening to clamp around her head. she doesnât mind, sucking your clit harder.Â
you pant above her, gripping the headboard to make sure you donât fall over. you ride out your orgasm for a few minutes, before slumping forward. you look down and see garofano licking her lips clean- or as clean as they can get, bloodstained- once more, as well as a bloody mess between your thighs and her neck.Â
youâre dazed. so beautiful, you think. you could never tire of this sight under you. you shuffle downwards and lean down, and now youâre face to face with your lover.Â
âi love you.â you declare softly, before kissing her. she moans into it, letting you taste your own cum and blood on her tongue, but you donât mind- this wasnât the first time.Â
when you pull away from the sloppy kiss, garofano stares at you, adoration in her eyes. you wish this moment could last forever- but youâre still needy. the venom hasnât worn off, it seems.Â
garofano knows this too, as she asks you to sit up on the bed. âmy turn to be on top,â she says, flipping positions. youâre lying down on the bed this time. she spreads your legs, and slots herself in between them. sheâs straddling one of your legs, thigh pressing against your cunt.Â
âweâll both feel good now.â she sighs, moving forward to press her already wet cunt against yours. a shaky sigh leaves your lips, grinding back against her. the sound of slick against slick fills the cosy room, the intimate noises only serving to spur the both of you on harder.Â
garofano rolls her hips delicately yet forcefully, propping up one of your legs onto her shoulder. âiâve dreamt of this so often, darling.â she whispers, kissing your ankle.Â
âme t-too, my love,â you respond, already feeling another orgasm rise in your core. your actions are filled with affection, each grind back against her getting wetter by the second.Â
garofano chuckles lightly as little âi love youâs drop from your mouth repeatedly, babbling away as you grind your clits against each other. she takes your hand and intertwines your fingers. âcum for me whenever youâre ready.â she commands, tightening her hand around yours.Â
you look up at her, tears welling in your eyes. â h-ng! i- iâll never let you get hurt like that again- promise! â you wail out, wanting to convey all your love and regret to her. âiâll protect you from now on!âÂ
itâs as good as a declaration of eternal love for her. and itâs one sheâll remember forever.Â
âand i promise i wonât leave you alone like that again, my little witch.â she leans over, before the final climax, and in a shaky voice, âi love youâ.
the moment the words hit your ears, you cum. you wrap your arms around her and pull her close, whining and whimpering. the pulse of your cunt, and your pretty noises push her orgasm forward as well.Â
cum stains the bed, and movements become sloppy. when your pussy gets too sensitive, you collapse onto the bed. garofano moves to lie down on the bed with you.Â
youâre already drifting off to sleep, but you donât want that just yet. and of course, she knows.
âdonât worry, sweetheart, we have so much time ahead of us. rest now, youâve lost a lot of blood.â she reassures you, putting your mind at ease.
you declare your love for her one last time in a soft murmur, making her smile, before falling asleep in her soft arms.Â
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