#Green green dress (what a pleasure to undress)

[wayward-dreamer]

Couldn't Resist

Square/s Filled: Car sex @spnaubingo

Pairing: Dean x F!Reader

Word count: 915

Summary: Y/N can't resist Dean when he's wearing a suit.

Warnings: Swearing, fluff, smut: dirty talk, unprotected sex (wrap it up people), car sex, public sex

A/N: Just felt like writing something short, hope you all like it! Happy reading :)

“God, we shouldn’t be doing this…”

“You’re the one who jumped me, sweetheart-”

Dean’s words were interrupted as Y/N’s lips molded to his, the kiss passionate and rough, matching the frenzy of her hands unbuttoning the top of his white shirt, knowing they didn’t have the time or the space to undress completely but she still needed to feel him. They were on a case, both of them talking to witnesses while Sam was doing research back at the motel, and well… when she saw Dean in his FBI suit she really couldn’t resist any longer than she already had since that morning. So on the drive back to the motel, she told him to pull into an alleyway next to a strip mall, climbing into his lap just as he turned off the engine to the car. It was broad daylight, there were side exits to the stores so anyone could walk out and see them, but she really couldn’t give a fuck in that moment. With her boyfriend’s hard cock pressing against her wet panties, the only thing she cared about was freeing him from the confines of his dress pants as much as she could, and getting him inside her immediately.

“What did you tell Sam?” she asked, breathlessly as his lips moved down her neck.

“Baby needed fuel,” he replied between kisses along her neck.

Y/N glanced over her shoulder to see a man walk past the alley, too distracted by his phone. Anyone walking past could easily look down the length of the lane and see them through the windshield.

“We should hurry,” she muttered, reaching for his belt.

Dean smirked as his palms slid up her thighs and over the curve of her ass, her black skirt bunched up around her waist, her own white shirt open down to her stomach with her white lace bra exposed to him, and hopefully only him. He pulled her panties aside just as she undid his pants, wrapping her hand around his incredible girth as she lifted herself up, slightly. There wasn’t any time to waste, so she didn’t, sinking down on him and letting out a rough gasp as his shaft stretched her walls, completely sheathed by them. He held onto her hips and helped her rock against him, her hands clenching his shirt tight as she threw her back, moaning loudly at the feel of his cock pumping in and out of her tight heat.

“Fuck, this is the best idea you’ve ever had, babe,” he groaned, his neck straining, veins pressed against his skin as he laid his head back against the top of the seat. “You look so fucking good like this, love it when my good girl gets so deseprate for me.”

She moaned wantonly as she continued to ride him, his hands pulling her hips down hard and fast, just the way she liked it. The head of his shaft was pressing against her g-spot with every thrust, her walls gripping him tight every time and she knew she wouldn’t be able to hold on for too long. Which was probably a good thing because of where they were. Quickies in the Impala were few and far between considering they were always with Sam, so whenever they found some time alone, they had to take it.

“Oh fuck, oh god, Dean,” she whimpered, dropping her back down and staring deep into his green orbs. “Love the way you feel, love feeling your cock inside me…”

“Shit,” he hissed, his lips pulling into a grin as he watched her. “So perfect, look so good riding my cock, sweetheart. You close?”

“Yeah,” she gasped, taking his hand and bringing it between her legs.

Y/N bounced faster on Dean’s lap just as his fingers circled her swollen nub, sounds of pleasure leaving both of them as they chased that blissful release. Her head tipped back as her hand pressed into the top of the car for leverage, her moans growing louder as her hips faltered, and he knew how close she was. With one last moan from both of them, her core tightened, her walls clenching around his throbbing cock, wetness covered him just as spurts of his seed spilled inside her. They both tried catching their breath as they came down from the high, a soft giggle escaping her as her eyes met his.

“Fuck, that was awesome,” he smirked, pulling her down for a searing kiss.

She hummed against his lips, wrapping her arms around his neck as she pushed herself closer to him. They were lost in the moment until she briefly opened her eyes, her peripheral view catching someone opening the back door to one of the stores. She ripped her mouth away from Dean’s, leaving him stunned in his seat as she climbed off his lap.

“Someone’s there,” she huffed, quickly fixing her clothes.

That launched him into action as well, making sure he was decent before starting the car, the engine roaring to life. He drove forward, looking through the rearview mirror and grinning as he saw the confused store owner watching them leave. As he pulled out onto the main road, they looked at each other, both of them erupting into laughter. He took her hand in his and brought to his lips, planting a soft kiss to her knuckles as they made their way back to the motel.

His girl was full of surprises and he loved it.

[starogeorgina]

𝐒𝐮𝐫𝐩𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐞

The king’s queen and hand

Paring: Aegon ii Targaryen × reader x Ser Criston Cole

Warnings: Swearing, smut

“Anyone walking by would think I have invited a whore from the streets of Silk into our bed.”

You swat at Aegon’s arm, “shush.”

The playfulness in your husband's voice brings a smile to your face. He has been attending small council meetings until late hours most nights discussing war plans, and by the time he returns to your shared apartments, you are fast asleep, so the intimacy has been lacking, and you crave nothing more than Aegon’s attention.

With your back pressed against his chest, you feel a vibrating ripple from him as he chuckles, “Am I wrong?”

“Oh gods,” you whine loudly, gripping onto Aegon’s wrist as he speeds up his movements of sliding two fingers in and out of your dripping cunny while rubbing his thumb over your sensitive clit. His free hand is squeezing roughly at your clothed breast.

Aegon grazes his teeth against the back of your neck; he loved how obnoxiously loud you were being.

Your orgasm crashes over you like a wave, and your body shudders with pleasure. “You're doing so well, taking my fingers,” Aegon whispers. “But I think you're ready to take more.”

“I want all of you, now.”

“Patience sweet wife,” he removes his fingers from you, leaving you with an ache between your legs that was verging on painful. “I have a surprise for you.”

A tingling sensation shoots through you. Aegon shuffles further back on the large bed that dominates the room until he hits the pillows, then motions for you to do the same. Your hand skims across the soft velvety emerald green sheet below, which matches the canopy adorned with gold thread and embroidered with intricate symbols including burning flames and dragons, before you sit between your husband's thick thighs again.

Hearing the clicking sound of the door closing, your head snaps up, and you lock eyes with the king's hand, who was wearing comfortable clothing instead of his usual armor. “Ser Criston,” heat rushes to cheeks; you were thankful that you hadn’t begun to undress yet. “I wasn’t expecting to see you; the hour is late.”

Criston stares at you for a long moment, his eyes filled with uncertainty. “Forgive the intrusion, your grace, but the king requested I come at this hour.”

You sit upright and look over your shoulder to face your husband. “Aegon?”

The candlelight flickers softly, casting shadows across the room making your brother-husband's lilac eyes glisten, and his expression even harder to read than normal. In high Valyrian Aegon says he knows about your conflicting feelings towards the knight, who was not only the hand of the king, but your former sworn protector.

Your mouth goes dry. “What is your suggestion?”

It was common for the occasional lady to join you and Aegon between the sheets since you both found pleasure from it, but never before has it been suggested that another man joined. You assumed the surprise he mentioned would be a new toy, oil, or even a new outfit designed for your husband’s eyes only.

Aegon licks his lips, “for the king's hand to fuck you. Is this something you want?”

“I—I don’t know.”

“What do you say, Ser Criston? I see the way you look at my wife, and until the war is won, I cannot always be here to protect or satisfy her myself.”

Licking at his lips, Ser Criston looks down at the ground.

You lean forward and mumble into Aegon’s cheek, “I don’t believe he wishes—”

In the blink of an eye the knight is standing at the foot of the bed, “I believe what you are suggesting would be improper my king, I do not wish to offend her grace.”

Aegon reaches his hands down over your shoulders and slowly unlaces the front of your dress, revealing your breasts. “You can leave anytime Cole, or join me in pleasing our queen.”

The sexual tension in the air thickens as Aegon’s hand brushes against your thigh, slowly pulling your skirts up higher sending a jolt of electricity up your arm. You could feel the heat emanating from your husband's body as his soft stomach pressed into your lower back, fuelling your desire. In a low voice you say, “no offense would or will be given Ser Criston.”

Aegon smirks against your neck.

Kneeling on the bed, Cristion’s eyes widen in anticipation as he stretches his arm out to slowly reach out to touch your breast. He traces his fingers over your nipples, causing them to harden under his touch. Sensing Criston was nervous, you decided to take the lead. You grip Aegon’s hand and press it against your other breasts; his touch is a lot rougher than the knights. You raise your skirts enough until your cunny is completely bare.

“My wife is wet and desperate to be touched.” Aegon rubs his thumb against your clit again, causing you to whimper. “Get on with it, Cole, or this chance will slip away.”

Criston seems lost in thought as he stares off for a moment as if he’s contemplating what to do. You half expected him to excuse himself and leave, but the knight surprises you by suddenly untying his breeches and lowering them enough that his hard cock springs free.

Aegon gives you a mischievous grin and says, “You’re going to enjoy this, my queen.”

You respond by clashing your lips against his while instinctively moving your legs open to make space for the knight. Criston presses the tip of his hard cock against your dripping hole, pushing into you slowly and stretching out your tight walls.

You moan at the stretch, “Oh gods!”

Criston grips your chin, turning your head away to face him so he can kiss you. His lips are softer than you imagined. Aegon hooks his hands under your knees to bend them back, opening you wider as Criston speeds up his thrusts.

Lightly, you tap at Aegon’s thigh and motion for him to move to the side. You lay completely flat on your back and fumble to pull his breeches down. You take Aegon’s cock in your hand and begin to stroke him before licking at his tip and taking him into your mouth.

“My queen, your cunt is so tight.”

Your free hand finds Cristion, linking fingers with his as his thrusts become sloppy. If your mouth wasn’t muffled by cock, you’d be moaning both of their names.

“Fuck!” Criston pulls out just as he cums, coating the outside of your cunny and thigh with his seed.

“It’s your mess, Cole; clean it up.”

When Criston goes to reach for a cloth, Aegon clicks his tongue and says, “With your mouth. And don’t stop until she cums.”

Without argument, Criston kneels between your legs and licks up your slit, tasting your wetness mixed with his seed eagerly. This continues for a few months until both you and Aegon climax at the same time, and his cum spills down your throat as your juices cover the knight's face.

—

You bask in the comfort of your husband's arms and the warmth from the water covering you from the chest down.

“May I ask what is in the box?”

A dark red leather box had been placed on the small table near your tub by one of your ladies a few hours prior. You were so exhausted from your activities the night before that you hadn’t had a chance to gift the item inside yet.

Stretching out, you lean further into his embrace. “I will deal with it shortly.”

“And which one of our children is this for?”

“It’s not for the babies. I’ve got a new collar made for my dragon.”

Aegon nuzzles his face into your neck, “dragon and children alike are spoiled just like their mother.”

“Me? Spoiled?”

He nods, “Not only do you have me wrapped around your finger, it appears the king's hand is bewitched by the sweetness between your legs also.”

“Hmm, I do hope so.”

[pelova4president]

All eyes on you II

Mapi León x Ingrid Engen x Fridolina Rölfo x Reader

All eyes on you I

summary~ After making their intentions very clear they take control.

!warnings! 18+ smut, dirty talk, making out, masturbation, oral, fingering, praising/degrading, strap-on use, blowjob, orgasm denial, thigh riding

“Maria why don’t you get her ready to take a cock then. I’m sure she’d appreciate that, don’t go easy on her though. You know how we want this evening to go.” Ingrid instructed Maria. They’ve been fucking planning this.

The thought of them planning this out, wanting you like that drove you crazy. With you still between Frido's thighs, Mapi made her way towards you. She made a show of leaning over you to take the blonde behind you in for a kiss. You looked up, trying to see the passionate interaction between the two of them. But Ingrid wouldn't let you, taking your face into her hands and kissing you just as passionate.

Mapi took that moment to slide your panties aside. Spitting on her fingers she rubbed at your clit. You moaned into Ingrid's mouth, giving her easy access to slide her tongue in. She took total control over the kiss, like she'd been doing all night.

Ingrid left your lips swollen. With Ingrid next to you Mapi kissed up your legs, kissing your inner thighs and slowly moving up your pussy. The Spaniard began licking your pussy in slow motions, not wanting to give you satisfaction yet. Both of Frido's hands cup your tits, groping them gently with her palms. Her fingers tug at your nipples, pulling out a string of breathy moans from you. "That's it, make some pretty noises for us." the blonde whispers in your ear.

The defender in front of you began circling your clit. Putting just enough pressure to receive pleasure from it, but not enough to really get anything from it. “Mapi, need more. Give me more.” you moaned out, tired from all the teasing. You just wanted something. “You think you’re the one making calls here? I’ll give you what i want and you’ll take it or you can forget the idea of an orgasm at all.” the replied sternly. Mapi may not be the hardest dom in the room but she still had control over you.

After what felt like forever, she finally pushed a finger inside you. Fucking you slowly, she pushed another one in without a warning, stretching your hole out. And while you're being ruined by Maria Frido's whispering sweet nothings in your ear. "You're so pretty. You're doing amazing sweet girl." she kisses you behind your ear.

Almost reaching your peak you try to let the woman between your legs know. "Mapi fuck- 'm gonna cum." you moan out, your head falling onto Frido's shoulder behind you. But before you could let loose Mapi's fingers disappeared. With a frown you looked down. "Why'd you do that?" you asked her. Her face was soaked in your arousal, "You don't deserve it just yet." she grinned.

Frido stood up from behind you, placing you down next to Ingrid who was looking at you with hungry eyes. Her green eyes were filled with lust, the green being replaced by her dilated pupils.

Frido returned with two strap-ons, a blue one and a bigger red one. Mapi took finally took your dress off, taking your naked body. All three of the women in front of you were fully dressed, feeling so exposed you tried to cover up. "Why are you covering up?" Ingrid asked you confused, her brows knitted together. She looked around, seeing what bothered you.

"Quítate la ropa y no es sólo ella la que está desnuda" the dark haired woman spoke. You didn't exactly get what she said but you assumed it was something along the lines of 'take your clothes off' since they started stripping for you.

Ingrid was wearing a pink lingerie set, the colour complimenting her dark hair and light eyes. And while Frido was taking her clothes off, revealing a blue set, the colour of her eyes, Ingrid undressed the other woman. Mapi wore a simple black thong and lace bra. They were absolutely stunning. "Better now baby?" Frido smirked cockily, securing the strap-on around her hips.

With wide eyes you looked at her, how could she be so fucking hot. "Aw, looks like someone can't use their words, cute. But i think we can make that mouth a bit more useful hm?" You don't have time to respond. Maria's finger intrudes your mouth and she presses down on your tongue. "Suck" she commands, so that's what you did.

In the corner of your eyes you could see the Scandinavian women whisper something to each other. They saw you look and they smirked. "Get her mouth nice and ready for my dick Maria" Frido walked over. She stands in front of you, the silicon dick before you. "Go on, you thought you were the only one receiving pleasure tonight? Suck me off." she bluntly says.

Following her commands you begin taking the tip in your mouth. Slowly taking more in your mouth, on your pace. That was until Frido decided it wasn't enough. "I know you can suck dick better than that." she grunts. You're taken aback by her rough movement bringing her hips forward, forcing you to take the whole length at once, without warning. Trying to keep your breaths steady your open your throat up as much as you could. The tears prick in the corners of your eyes.

"You're doing good, so perfect." Maria sucks your pulse point after saying this, marking sure to leave a mark for everyone to see, "So fucking good for us". Maria was fucking herself next to you, her breaths getting more erratic by the second. Frido was close too, her hips were no longer pushing roughly into your mouth, now her movements were longs and deep.

"Joder- Fuck…" Maria cursed reaching her orgasm. "Jesus, gonna come in this slutty mouth of yours-" Frido groaned, her hips stuttering. Riding her orgasm out she took her dick out of your mouth. It was not that you saw Ingrid again. Mapi was wetting the red cock between her thighs.

"Are you gonna take all of this, pretty girl?" the Norwegian asked. "Yes please" you answered looking with glassy eyes. "So sweet, how can i see no to that face hm." you laid down on your back.

Ingrid teased your pussy, rubbing the tip against your clit. "Please Ingrid, i want you." you tried to convince her to stop the teasing. It worked, she pushed the tip inside, your mouth opening at the feeling of the stretch. Steadily, she moved the red dick further in. Her pounds were slow, almost like she wanted to tease you. "Come on Ingrid, the slut likes it rough." the blonde next to you said. Maria's head was thrown back, riding the girl's cock.

Ingrid started to get rougher. "Like this? Want me to treat you like a slut?" the sound of her hips coming in contact with the flesh of your ass. You bite your bottom lip hard to prevent a moan from escaping your lips as her mouth comes down to bite your neck. "Don't hold back those pretty noises for us." she licks the marks on your neck. You could feel that Ingrid was getting close too. "You're so fucking perfect, need more of you." The words tighten the knot in your belly. "Please please let me come. Need it." you begged once again. "Come for us" Ingrid said coming undone. With a scream of her name you reached your high.

The post orgasm haze was hitting you hard. Your sight was still blurry when Ingrid pulled out, offering you some water. Just when you thought you were done for the night, Frido offered you an offer you couldn't resist.

"Think you can take one more orgasm?" you nodded furiously, ready for another. "Yeah? If you really want one, you can you it yourself. Get off on Maria's thigh." she exchanged a glance with your teammates and gave you a smirk. "But," of course there had to be a catch. "if you don't get off before Ingrid does we get to fuck you whenever, however and how many times we want the whole of next week."

Mapi placed you on her thigh, one leg on each side of her thigh. But of course Ingrid didn't get the same treatment. Frido was giving her fucking head, while you had to do it all yourself. "Go on then, or can't you do it yourself now? We fucking ruined you for everyone eh? Including yourself." Mapi kissed up your shoulder.

You could hear Ingrid moan and the wet sounds of Frido's tongue on her pussy. It only made it harder for you. Grinding yourself down, you just couldn't find the right position. But when you finally did, it was heavenly. And now not only Ingrid was close but you were too. "I know you want to lose. Let her come first, amor." she was right, you did want to lose.

You held your orgasm off as long as you could and when you heard Ingrid reaching her peak you got the green light. Mapi guided you through your orgasm, leading your hips with her strong hands on your hips. "That's it, such a good girl." she praised you.

Tired from all the action you leaned forward, your head in the crook of her neck. The other two women got everything ready in the bedroom for you. "Gonna take you to bed now, okay." Mapi picked you up and walked you to their bedroom. Placing you on their soft mattress she cleaned you up. You felt the bed dip and all the women who ruined you just minutes ago laid down next to you.

Placing a kiss on your head Ingrid spoke, "Get some rest, you'll need it. We won, so this was just a tiny bit of what's to come." You hummed and snuggled into Frido who was already gone. "G' night, thank you" you mumbled before drifting off.

And eventually, they did get to show you their bedroom.

A/N definitely underestimated how hard it was to write an orgy but it's here. Thanks for reading :)

[lokisgoodgirl]

A Fine Silk Robe [Loki x Fem.Reader]

A Link to my Masterlist is HERE Summary: Loki has a luxurious w*nk to thoughts of you. (w/c 1.6k) Warnings: 18+ Minors DNI. Smut. Language.

Loki placed the book he had been reading to the side; the pages yellowed with age and the careless touch of a thousand fingers before his own. Low lights of the city twinkled in the darkness beyond as he lounged by the window, casually waving a hand. In the corner of his palatial chambers, dying embers of the low fire roared back to life at the command. The god’s forefinger curled to his upper lip, stroking it softly as his thumb rested below his chin. The hour was late on Asgard. And its Prince was horny.

He uncrossed his ankles. The fine silk robe he wore sliding teasingly against muscular calves stretched out on the window-seat. Dark emerald shimmering in shadows which licked the walls in pulsing waves. The god closed his eyes, letting his head rest against the wall. It had been a long day, but his mind was restless. His forefinger traced down his wine-moistened lip, pulling gently on its descent. It traced down his neck, travelling the route he knew your fingers would take as you began to worship him, straddled on his lap. Loki trailed the line of his collarbone, a delicate refrain in the muscled expanse of his chest. A spread palm slid beneath the edge of the silk there, imagining the way you would run your own across his skin. You would be a tease, but your eagerness would be betrayed by desperation simmering in your eyes. A touch of shyness too, Loki thought. Trepadation as you explored his mysterious body for the first time beneath trembling fingers. Gods, how he wanted you. Loki’s mind stalled on the coy backwards glance you delivered so masterfully in the great hall this afternoon. The image had been smouldering tauntingly in his mind ever since. His thoughts wandered alongside his hands to the silk tie of the robe, tugging it loose. The belt gave no resistance, the light knot coming undone with a teasing flourish of his long fingers. Dark green silk entwined around the god's pale wrist, a delicate snake coiling around his thick forearm tensed with anticipation. He recalled the way your shawl drooped over your bare shoulder, eyelashes fluttering as you ran your hungry eyes down his body. Were you undressing him in that quick-witted mind of yours? Imagining what it would be like to remove every layer of tight Asgardian leather piece by piece? Did you imagine his legendary cock sating you? Yes, Loki thought confidently; of course you had.

You had heard him moan the syllables of your name many times in the dirty recesses of your mind. When you closed your eyes in your innocent, unspoilt bed; those delicate hands wandering beneath the sheets. He could smell it in the air. The trail of decadent arousal that surrounded you whenever he was near. Like an animal in heat. The prince's legs widened, the luxurious dressing gown spreading sluttishly around his open thighs. His palm ran firmly over the flat base of his stomach, toying with the edges of his neat pubic hair. He scratched it gently, making his hardened cock twitch. Images of the filthy deeds he would enact with you flashed through his mind, teeming with vivid debauchery before he even began. Would you insist on swallowing his cock? Yes, you would wish to worship your prince. You would be curious to how a god tastes, sucking at the font of his legendary masculinity, choking on your enthusiasm as he growled deep curses above you.

Perhaps, if the Lady allowed it; he would show you why women of Asgard whispered his name through giggles when they had drunk too much wine. Doubtless, you knew of his skills in delivering that pleasure. He would bury himself between your glistening folds, making you lose yourself against his bedsheets as you gasped with pleasure.

Indelicate howls of passion would come clawing from your throat as you forgot your manners. As you forgot the inane trivialities and expectations of court life. It would all turn to naught as you came over his tongue again and again and- “Uhhhh...gods” he hissed, the delayed gratification of his long fingers wrapping around his desperately aching flesh a sweet relief. Loki sucked his bottom lip between his teeth, biting gently. He was burning, the colour behind his eyelids smouldering burgundy. A loose fist grazed to the tip of his thick cock, fingers gathering eager drops of moisture. He massaged the tip of his length; slippery pre-cum making him groan as his needy manhood begged for friction. “Such a tease…” he murmured to himself, gritting his teeth. The way you pressed your cleavage together across the table at the banquet, baring the curve of your elegant neck towards Loki as you indulged the courtier to your side. Did you fantasise about that inferior oaf sucking your nipples between his teeth as he brought you to ecstasy with his fingers alone? Nails scratching at his shoulders as he made the world around you melt to orgasmic bliss beneath his powerful touch? Loki thought not. “Norns….yesss...uhh fuck. Yes.” A curled fist stroked hard flesh in fluid synchronicity, veins beneath the velvet skin pulsing as his arousal thundered with hot, stiff blood. Deep moans rumbled in his chest against sealed lips as he stroked, his brow furrowing as he pictured what lay beneath those exquisitely draped dresses that hugged your figure so temptingly. Loki’s palm slid over the sensitive tip with every swipe of his fist, slick drips of arousal running freely now. His widened thighs began to judder as shocks of pleasure rose and fell with every flick of his wrist. He was taking you from behind against the walls of the palace gardens, your pretty gown raised around your hips as he thrust into that sweet cunt. Moans of his name filled the air, your hands braced against ancient stone, climaxing around his mighty cock, chanting like a drunkard in your delirium. “Gods above” Loki panted, a loud groan whining from his throat as his face turned upwards; eyebrows knitted in twisted anticipation. The god’s scalp tugged the wall as he slid downwards, free hand gripping a fistful of emerald waves splayed at his side. The dressing gown edged down his broad shoulders, flapping against his bicep with every pump of the taunt smack against his hips. Loki raised his knees, trying to gain purchase against the silken material beneath him as he slid further down the window-seat. His heavy breaths made his bare chest rise and fall in time with his hand. Intense, wanton moans of pleasure soaring brazenly around the vaulted ceiling. The echoes would carry.

Loki’s grunts were primal as he chased plateau, the firm palming of his cock making his toes curl. Low grunts peppered the air as his hips twitched, ass clenching as he teetered on the brink of climax. Not yet, he thought. Not yet, not before I- The muscles on his neck bulged as he fought against the tide of building cum heaving its way upward. Desperate moans erupted from parted lips, heavy pants which made his stomach clench with every journey of his white knuckles from thick root to slippery tip. “Uhhhh gods...Y/N...yes.f-fuck me. Fuck.me, g-gods...”

His back arched, mind racing as he searched the gallery of filthy imaginings he kept of you for moments like this. Claim loyalty to me, darling; he would whisper in your ear as your dress fell around your ankles by his bed. And I shall ruin you for lesser men.

He was so close. So fucking close. What he would give to empty himself inside your tight cunt; the pleasures of that teasing, hot quim wrapped snugly against his benevolent flesh. Loki grasped the silk at his side, pulling it outward as he fucked himself without mercy. The rough friction of his palm tugged at the delicate foreskin, waves of painful pleasure consuming his very being as his eyes rolled back.

The god’s dishevelled hair spread against the cushions, the open arch of the window exposing him to the city spread below as he came undone. Could they hear his cries of pleasure? He hoped they could. “FuckkkkkK” he growled, clenching his thighs as he approached the final precipice. You were mounted on top of him; riding him like an Asgardian battle-steed. His Valkyrie; you would work him until you were sated. Until you were utterly and completely satisfied. His face buried in your cleavage as you took your pleasure from him, milked every drop of lustful satisfaction from his willing cock – a prize you would claim selfishly. Insatiably. You would pin his arms above his head, fuck him like a slave; royal lineage be damned- until he flipped you over, the game afoot; pressing his solidly wet length against your teasing back entrance- With a thundering groan his legs shook, open thighs twitching as his toes pointed. The taunt skin of his stomach creased as he quivered upward, tensed shoulders leaving the cool stone as Loki of Asgard gave in to his base desires. A final squeezing swipe of his thumb against the tip was all it took. Fresh cum spurted in thick ropes over the apex of his fist. He juddered forwards, dark hair swinging around his jaw. It caught in his lips, a gasp inward making strands stick to his tongue as his features twisted in anguished pleasure. Pure white seed dripped leisurely between his fingers as he slowly released his crushing grip with a deep sigh, squeezing from base to shaft one last time. The god fell back against the cushions, letting his naked thighs fall wider, extending one long leg outward. A fresh breeze rolled from the window-arch over his body, drying the thin sheen of sweat gathered in the crevices of his abdomen. Loki carelessly wiped his fingers on the fine silk robe, letting the fluttering panel fall over his outstretched leg.

Thoughts of you wrapped in the luxurious material flashed through his mind, coyly covering yourself in his colours after copious orgasms bathed in the heat of the fire. You would pad to the bathing chamber, throwing him the same knowing look over your shoulder that you had today in the great hall. And by the time you got back, he would be hard again. He would have you. Of that he was certain. And perhaps tonight, he would sleep after all.

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[rosemary-morgan]

Arthur Morgan X F.Reader - A sweet surprise (18+)

(Pictures found on pinterest/google. That one with Arthur is mine. Collage made by me 🌺)

Warning: 18+!! smut, unprotected sex, explicit content, fingering, spanking, oral sex (f and m receiving), cum play, language

Hello, my pretty and wonderful little bees out there 🧡🐝 I have some filth for you. And… oh boy, it's just pure filth. I think this is by far the naughtiest thing I have written so far (❁´◡`❁)

Many thanks to @fangirl-ramblings 🖤 she has been beta reading for me 🥰 The summary was her idea

Summary: You and Arthur take a little time out to enjoy your love to the fullest. And in Saint Denis, a very special gift awaits Arthur - a special something that you know he will love

Arthur Morgan X F.Reader - A sweet surprise (18+)

You are both laughing as you arrive back at your hotel room. The night in Saint Denis had been wonderful and you hadn't had such a good time in a long time. Going to the theater tonight had been a great idea of Arthur's and you had enjoyed every minute of it. 

The door closes behind you and at that moment Arthur hugs you from behind and you sigh contentedly, closing your eyes and leaning against his strong chest.

"Thank you, for this wonderful evening, Arthur," you whisper,chuckling softly as he kisses the small spot behind your ear.

His lips move tenderly over your skin, kissing your neck sensually, for Arthur knew exactly how sensitive you were in that spot. Instantly you moan softly, biting your lower lip and enjoying how tender he is. His strong hands slowly slide over your hips, stroking the beautiful dark green dress that you're wearing.

"You look lovely tonight, Y/N..."

Playfully he bites your earlobe and you can hear him laughing softly in the next moment, deeply arousing you. His deep voice had an immediate effect on your body and you felt it instantly. You could already feel a tingle between your pretty thighs and this feeling was strengthened even more when his hands grip your breasts and squeeze them with pleasure.

"Arthur..."

"Mmm... you smell so good, Y/N..."

Gasping softly, he says this as his lips glide over your neck. His right hand slid from your chest down to your thigh and he slowly gathered up the long skirt of your dress so he could touch your tender skin that was hiding underneath. Oh, Arthur already saw himself lying between your pretty legs. 

"Arthur, my love, I have a surprise for you," you whisper as Arthur continues to kiss you unflinchingly, making you moan as he kisses just the right spot on your shoulder.

You smile, pulling away from his tender kisses for the moment. Questioning, but with a teasing smile, Arthur looks at you as he takes your hand and intertwined his fingers with yours. His look was full of love and full of desire.

"A surprise?"

"Yes. But you'll have to wait a little longer."

Without objection, Arthur let you lead him to the divan, where you made him sit on it.

"You stay here for a moment and I'll be right back, darling."

A seductive glance from you was enough to make Arthur submissive. He took a deep, excited breath as he watched you disappear behind the divider. Arthur could only hear you opening the drawer and that made him very curious indeed. 

Little by little, you threw your clothes over the partition and Arthur became more and more nervous, more and more impatient, because every time a piece of clothing fell off your body, more skin was revealed. Arthur licked his lips at the thought, because he wanted to touch you, kiss you, taste your body.

"Babygirl? What are you doing?"

"I'm getting undressed," you said, giggling softly, because you could already tell by his voice that he was impatient. "Arthur, don't you dare look!"

"Alright, alright. I'm a good boy."

You couldn't resist teasing him, so you stuck your bare leg out of the partition and gave him a little taste.

Arthur grinned in amusement. He knew you were playful and he loved that. He also loved being teased by you and you loved it when he showed you where your place was... afterward.

It took you another moment to pull your last piece of clothing over your body. You were a little excited to present yourself right away in your new lingerie, because this one was really daring. And the way Arthur reacted the moment you came out from behind the partition, your surprise served its purpose.

Arthur's eyes grew wide, his lips were slightly parted as if he wanted to say something, but no sound came out.

"Surprise, surprise, my love."

"Sweet Jesus..."

You wore a black corset, which ended under your breasts and showed them off beautifully. In addition, you wore long, black silk stockings, which were attached to the corset with suspenders. But what finally made Arthur go crazy was the fact that you were not wearing any panties. Your most intimate part was out in the open, but you were wearing those wonderful suspenders and your gorgeous, sweet pussy was on display in all its beauty.

"Fuck... Y/N..."

What a sight! You had known he would like this and it excited you. Playfully, you bite your lower lip as you approach him slowly and smoothly, turning around once so Arthur can admire your bare ass.

"Do you like my little surprise, Arthur?" 

You laugh softly and seductively, already knowing the answer.

"If I wern't such a fucking gentleman, I'd throw you over my shoulder right now and fuck your brains out in bed!"

Oh, Arthur would certainly fuck you good and he would take you in that outfit. God, yes, he could already see you in front of him. How you would lie whimpering under him, in your stockings, while you would willingly stretch your pretty ass towards him, which he would slap a few times properly.

The thought alone heated Arthur up a lot and he began to sweat, instantly opening the collar of his shirt.

Arthur was about to get up, but you stopped him, because you weren't finished with your surprise.

"Relax, Arthur. Lay back and relax."

Arthur watched you kneel between his legs with lust in your eyes. 

Arthur grinned as he stared at your magnificent tits pressed upward by the corset. What would he give now to press his face between those magnificent pillows? To lick and suck on your nipples? 

"You're pure sin, you know that?"

"Mmm, is that so, Arthur?" you asked in a sweet tone as you slowly unzipped his pants and pulled down the zipper. Arthur drew in a sharp breath, knowing what was about to come, and he couldn't wait to feel your sweet mouth around his cock.

"Y/N... mhmm... you are such a naughty girl..."

You playfully lick your lips as you look at him, pulling his pants down a bit to free his manhood. His cock popped free, lying on his stomach and already aroused, but you knew there was more to be done. He already had a considerable size.

Tenderly, you grab his cock, slowly running your hand up and down, enjoying hearing Arthur take pleasure in it. You bend your head forward and start kissing him, tenderly and slowly. Your tongue glides along his velvety shaft, all the way up to his tip, which you then embrace with your lips and suck on.

"Ahh..."

Arthur lets his hand slide gently through your hair, watching you closely as he loved this view. As you look up at him, with your beautiful, big eyes, you finally take it into your mouth and Arthur thought he was losing his mind.

"Fuck..."

Pleasurably, he dropped his head into his neck as you sucked him and your delicate fingers stroked his testicles, knowing how wild that was making him.

"God, Y/N... ahhh..."

With a seductive giggle, you take him out of your mouth to now play with his plump, thick balls. You suck them gently into your mouth while Arthur makes it even easier for you to get  on the right spot. He rose from his spot, now towering over you as you still knelt in front of him. His hands held your head tightly as you worked his balls, sucking them greedily, but gently.

"Oh fuck... fuck..."

Arthur stroked himself, playing with the tip of his cock, while you sucked his balls greedy.

"You're such a naughty girl... mhmm..."

After a while, you took care of his hard, thick cock again. You wrapped your hand around it, massaging it, and Arthur looked down at you lustfully, grasping his cock himself. 

"Open your mouth!" he commanded, smacking his cock gently on your lips, whereupon you promptly stuck out your tongue catching the pre-cum dripping from it. Moaning with pleasure, Arthur watched you enjoy this moment very much. He rubbed the tip of his cock along your cheek, smearing his fluids over your skin.

"Ah... yes, Arthur..."

"You like that, don't you, Y/N?"

You look at his beautiful face with a smile, his shining eyes are so sexy.

With your delicate hands you embrace your plump breasts, his cock squeezed between the soft pillows and you massage it. Arthur moaned instantly, watching his cock being massaged between your tits.

"Oh, I'm going to fuck you so hard for this; you won't be able to leave this room for the next few days... fuck... ahh..."

He was about to explode right in your face, but you stopped abruptly and you could hear the heavily disappointed undertone in his voice as the warm, soft feel of your tits no longer surrounded him. When Arthur opened his eyes, you were already on your feet again and with a cheeky expression on your pretty face as you backed away from him. You wanted to play, Arthur saw that and he liked to get involved in that kind of thing.

"Oh, so you wanna play, sweetheart?"

"Mmm, maybe."

Arthur took off his pants completely, already tugging his shirt over his shoulders, and tossed everything carelessly in a corner until he was finally standing in front of you in his full glory. 

Oh, what a man. So tall, masculine and muscular. His thighs resembled solid marble columns, his chest was covered with fine hair, a few scars adorned his body and he was perfect for you. Perfect and beautiful. Just as you were for Arthur.

His hungry eyes observed your body, the gorgeous, rounded hips, the plump tits that came out of that corset very provocatively. And your sweet, wet pussy, which was so indescribably beautiful and delicious. As was your scent, which was overwhelming.

"How beautiful you are, Y/N..."

He came closer to you and just as he was about to grab you, you slipped away from him and Arthur was very excited by that. It wouldn't be long before he had you either, as the room didn't offer many opportunities for escape. 

"Come here!"

He caught up to you quickly, reached around your thighs and waist , and threw you over his shoulder. With a solid smack on your buttock, he made you moan lustily.

"Mmm..." He bit your buttock with delight, making you laugh softly. "I should spank your ass, sweetheart. You'd like that, wouldn't you?"

"Mmm, why don't you try it, Arthur?"

Suddenly you feel his fingers sinking into your pussy and you take them deep without any problems.

"Look how wet you already are, princess!"

He finger-fucks you quickly, for a brief moment, which made you moan lustfully and whimper. When he takes his fingers out of you again, he licks your nectar off of them.

"Mmm..." He purrs softly, taking you to the bed where he tossed you in.

Instantly you spread your legs wide for him so he could see you in all your beauty. You were so dripping wet for him that it was already sliding down your labia and wetting the sheet beneath you.

"What a sight... I can't wait to lick that pretty pussy of yours, Y/N."

"Then come here, Arthur..." you said as you bit your lip and prepared to give yourself completely to him.

And Arthur wasted no time either, immediately laying down between your legs, inhaling your scent, murmuring deeply and excitedly and licking his lips as he did so. Shortly after, he sank his face between your pretty thighs and you felt his mouth taking you fully. Arthur was kissing you greedily, hungrily, enjoying the nectar that came out of you. 

You felt incredible pleasure, clawing at the sheet beneath you and moaning sweetly, while he eats you out like a pot of honey. He gently takes your labia into his mouth, sucking on it and then letting go. He did this over and over again, then ran his tongue between your labia and quickly swirls on your pearl with the tip of his tongue. And as Arthur did this, he could hear you whimpering and moaning, which excited him deeply. God, he couldn't wait to ram his hard cock deep into your wet hole and make love to you until you were completely drained in that bed. He had a single image running through his mind; you, covered in his cum, lying whimpering on the bed, with your legs spread wide, and yet you would be begging him to keep going. "Mhmm... ahh..." That filthy thought heated him up beyond belief, nearly driving him out of his mind.

His hands held your thighs tightly, holding you on the bed while his tongue pushed deep into your pussy. Soon, you started to tremble and that's when Arthur knew you were about to climax. 

Looking down at him, you stared directly into his eyes, which were full of lust and greed. They were dark with desire and you knew you were in for a long night; and hell yes, you wanted it. There was so much you could do, so much you could try. Just the two of you, wrapped in your passion, in the immense love you had for each other.

"A-Arthur... ahh..."

Your lust overtook you, your fingers clawing desperately into his hair and your lower body quivering as your climax shook you.

"God... Arthur!"

You tried to push his face away from you as this pleasure was almost unbearable and your clit was so incredibly sensitive, but Arthur wouldn't let you push him away, he held you close, fucking your hole with his tongue and you thought you were losing your mind. It gave him an incredible amount of pleasure to see you trembling so full of lust. He only let go of you slowly, looking at you very closely, seeing the lust in your mimic.

"Mhm..."

Arthur licked his lips sensually, you could see your nectar shimmering on his face and in his beard.

"Arthur... oh god..."

Your beautiful smile of joy, made his heart almost burst with joy. His warm body laid on top of you, his lips kissing yours hungrily and full of passion, while he guided his cock to your wet, wet pussy, stroking the tip over your clit, before entering deep inside you, moaning together with you full of pleasure...

♦♦♦♦

Your pussy was like velvet and you were hot, so wet. Arthur thought he was losing his mind. He began to thrust into you. Slowly at first and he savored being so deep inside you. His throbbing cock filled you completely. "Ahh... you're so tight and so hot..." he moaned against your ear and he bit your earlobe. His voice had gone a notch  darker and that made your body tremble with pleasure. His lips kissed your mouth as he moved rhythmically inside you and his tart scent clouded your senses. He smelled of leather, thyme and tobacco...

The sound of his balls smacking against your wetness filled the room as he thrust hard and deep into you from behind. Your butt cheeks bounced with each thrust, as did your plump breasts. His strong hand gripped your ass, squeezing tightly, before giving it a good smack.

"Ahh! Arthur... yes..."

"You like that, don't you?" he purred, deeply aroused, while he kept fucking your brains out. His hands spread your butt cheeks apart and he enjoyed the sight of his cock slamming into you again and again, his balls slapping against your pussy.

"Oh, fuck... mhmm..."

Enveloped by your scent and your husky, lustful sounds, and after more powerful thrusts from Arthur, he felt that he would soon reach his climax and you too felt yourself tingling violently between your legs and the feeling growing in your belly. When his hand slid between your thighs to caress your clit, you were soon overcome by your climax. Your ass stretched out to Arthur and you clawed at the sheet beneath you for help, driving him crazy with the sight of your beautiful body. And finally he squirted his seed deep into your soft pussy, growling lustfully and closing his eyes as he thrust into you trembling and riding out his climax. "Ahhhh!" 

He clung to you as you both collapsed on the bed, breathing heavily. Your hearts beat quickly in time and it took a moment for you to calm down from your climax. You felt so desired, so loved; you felt like you would always find protection in his arms.

The two of you stayed like that for a few moments; your foreheads resting together, not wanting to lose the feeling of the other. This was a special moment for both of you...

♦♦♦♦

"I would love to stay here for a few more days. Just live like a normal couple on a vacation," you said as you put the last of your clothes in the suitcase. Arthur could understand you very well. It was something different not to have to worry all the time about what was going to happen to all of you. The two of you had not spoken once about the current situation in the camp during the time you were here. At the moment everything was going well, but for how long? You had often had this thought, but this weekend, you had completely blocked it out, and that was a good thing.

"You know, sweetheart, I'd like to take you to Strawberry. To the mountains, to nature. Enjoy the peace and quiet..." Arthur hugged you from behind and kissed your neck, smiling contentedly. Loving you was a blessing for him. You were an incredible woman that he desired so much and his heart, his soul, belonged to you alone.

"What do you think of that, Y/N?"

"I'd love that Arthur. Just you and me..."

"Yes."

He tenderly kissed your lips and whatever was to come was of no importance at the moment.

[the-desilittle-bird]

Can u do a pt. 2 of the fic whit female Lucerys Velaryon? It would be wonderful see a description of their wedding nights (smut pls if u feel comfortable, if not avoid ❤️❤️

AN- This is the first time I am writing smut so pardon me if it's not upto the mark. Also, I went quite filthy I guess but it's Aemond we are talking about...

Being Rhaenyra's Daughter and Having to Marry Aemond...

Part 1

Warning- Smut [Non-con to Dub-con, Fingering (fem!receiving), Breeding Kink, Pinning, Loss of Virginity, Choking, Dirty Talking!], Forced marriage.

GIF Credits to @terendelev

You woke up with sore muscles and to a strange chamber. The bed was fluffy and soft; pillows fluffed and cozy.

What caught your eyes was the colour green; everything from the bedsheets to the curtains and the few tapestries which depicted Aegon the Conqueror and his wives.

The panic was setting in your bone and before you could do anything, the door opened and in came the Green Queen. Alicent Hightower.

"I am so glad that you are awake, my dear."

The panic turned into anger which soon turned into desperation of freedom when she decided to speak again.

"The Small Council has decided that it shall be perfect to marry you to Aemond; to try and unite your family with ours."

Only three days later, you were sat on the vanity; being pampered by the handmaidens, decked in dozens of jewel and hidden behind the silks of green.

The marriage took place in the throne room, with all the houses favoring the Greens present.

Otto Hightower escorted you, walking you down the aisle, to the boy you had once maimed.

Only then you were regretting not slashing both of his eyes.

But it was too late.

The marriage took place as is accepted in the Seven; instead of the traditional Valyrian marriage sealed in blood and fire.

But you were glad it happened that way.

Because a marriage in the Seven can be annulled.

"I am his and he is mine, until the end of his days."

No body but Aemond noticed the modulation in your vow.

The feast following it was small.

And it ended with Aegon drunkenly announcing the start of Bedding Ceremony.

"No man shall touch my wife except for me."

You were escorted to your new chambers by your new husband.

Once inside, the seriousness of the matter heightened until his fingers found the lace holding your dress together.

You had squealed, trying to escape the tight grip of his hand on your waist as he unlaced her dress.

"I am not going to bed you!"

"No one asks for your permission."

Once in your chemise, you were thrown on the bed, with his weight caging you between him and the bed.

You tried to push him away but his hand quickly found yours, pinning you down either your hands above you.

His empty hand raised your chemise to your waist, revealing your lower body to his prying eyes.

Long fingers found your core, a long stroke evoking a sharp breath and a choked gasp.

"Stop!"

"If I did, then the deed would be even more painful."

Rubbing the center of your pleasure, unwantingly moans escaped your throat, pleasing Aemond a lot.

His finger dipped inside you, burying it in your heat and stretching your tight hole.

"Relax yourself and you might like it as well."

As much as you wanted to remain unfazed, it was hard with a burning pleasure coiling inside your lower stomach.

The add of his second finger burned, his thumb continously rubbing her clit; pulling out moan with every single thrust of his fingers.

You came on his fingers; ashamed of yourself.

And then, you saw Aemond undress himself; a perfect chance to run if you used your agility

But the immense pleasure left your body exhausted and granted your lower body inability to walk.

The struggle returned to your body when you realized what was to happen.

And noticing it, Aemond's one hand pined you to the bed with a hand around your throat, which applied enough pressure to cut of half of your breathing; getting rid of his breeches quickly.

Your body tensed as the pain coursed through your veins, only for you to realize that the true torture has just began.

He was big and hard to accommodate.

"You are mine now."

Your virginal blood coated his cock; forever spoiling you for any other lord.

His thrusts were slow and calculated at the start and quite uncomfortable for you.

But soon the pain turned into pleasure and moans spilled from your lips before you could catch them.

And Gods! Did your husband had a dirty mouth.

"I will make you mine. Spoil you for any lord."

"My sweet little whore, aren't you like your mother. So wet, even for your enemy."

"What would your family say when they see you, carrying my child."

"Gods, you are so tight for me. Just perfect. And how beautiful, befit for a prince like me."

His fingers balled in your brown hair, pulling them ever so slightly as he forced you to look him in his eye.

The eyepatch wasn't present and you were met with the glistening sapphire.

His lips groaned and grunted near your ears, speaking filthy words which only seemed to turn you on.

"I will spill in your sweet cunt."

"You will give me heirs and let me fucj you as I see fit."

"I will make such a good whore of you that your mother would be proud of you."

That night when the boy was done, you were barely able to speak and a limp in your walk for the entire week that followed.

And soon enough, you were indeed with a child.

[sserpente]

Requests from two anons. The photo became a pair of knickers and I’m not taking responsibility for it, haha! Are you all ready for Valentine’s Day? I know I am! Remember, if you don’t have anyone to spoil you, just spoil yourself! PS: How perfect is this gif for this Imagine?

Words: 2364 Warnings: smut, (body) insecurities, virgin!Reader

Loki gnashed his teeth, hissing quietly as he closed the door to his room at the Avengers Tower, each and every movement a painful reminder of how his hardness was rubbing against the tight fabric of his leather trousers.

He was soon going to lose his mind if he didn’t get to share his bed with you. Needless to say, he would not lay a hand on you until you begged him to fuck you—but, given the current progress of your relationship, there was a chance he would be waiting for quite a while longer.

Damn that royal chivalry he had grown up with. Part of him longed to just throw you on his bed and have his way with you, to make you cum for him over and over again until he had you screaming his name, begging him for more and to stop both at the same time. But the other… the other respected your pace.

He considered himself lucky. For all he knew, you could have rejected him for what he had done here on Midgard all those years back and yet, you had received him with open arms. He was the last person that had expected would fall in love, ever—or ever again, especially after what had happened with Sylvie. And yet here you were now, making him go insane with desire for you, a mortal.

He’d be foolish to admit this to Thor, let alone the Avengers. For all they knew, he was oddly protective over you. They needn’t know more, not at the present time. For now, he wanted you all to himself, and eventually… eventually he would have his way.

It was as clear as the waters of Asgard that you were untouched. The many times you had shared kisses you had been timid, holding back on what could have turned into… something more heated and most of all, naked.

He’d had you sit on his lap before, making you ride his thigh. He’d sneaked his hand under your skirt while you were working and running errands for the Avengers, forcing you to stay quiet as you came all over his hand, coating his skilled fingers with your juices and he sure had realised soon enough just how submissive you were around him.

He could see it in your eyes—how much you enjoyed giving him control over your body, over your pleasure. The amount of trust you put in him made him even harder and he grunted as he leaned his forehead against the cool wood of his door for a moment before letting out a deep breath and reaching into his pocket with a smirk.

It was pair of your used knickers he had taken from you without your knowledge, tucked into his pockets using magic when you were not looking. It was a green pair—one you knew he loved seeing on you. In fact, whenever you got dressed or undressed, he made sure to treat it as a show, and he adored how it made you blush every single time, for soon, you’d started wearing his colours—you never lost a word about it but it was obvious to him you had done so to both please and tease him.

The knickers that were currently in his hand were soaked. He’d made sure to tease you relentlessly today, whispering sweet nothings and filthy promises into your ear throughout the day and yet, not allowing you any relief. Perhaps he was being a little crude but then again… it was only a fraction of what he was feeling every single day. Besides, he was the God of Mischief.

You’d never taken the initiative before yet, confirming to him just how innocent and inexperienced you must have been with men. He’d not yet asked you to please him with your hands or even your mouth even though the thought of you kneeling before him almost had him cum in his leather trousers.

Instead, for now, he brought the knickers to his face and pressed them against his nose, inhaling deeply. The damp fabric against his skin had him moan and before he knew it, he let his clothes disappear with magic, stepped further into his room to lean his hand against the wooden bedpost and wrapped the knickers around his rock-hard cock, stroking it without any further delay.

 -

In love. With the God of Mischief himself. You grinned to yourself now that you were alone. Loki had retreated to his own room for the night, respecting your privacy and making sure you got enough sleep after all the work Tony and the others had been putting you through lately.

He was so kind, so respectful and gentle… so unlike what the others had warned you he was like. And just like that… you had fallen for him. At first, you’d kept it to yourself, admiring him from afar but when he started making advances… spending more time around you, standing or sitting just a little too close, taking interest in your work and your person… you’d soon begun wondering if you were dreaming. Sure, Thor too had fallen for a mortal woman before but Loki?

You didn’t exactly perceive yourself as particularly alluring, let alone conventionally attractive. You’d never been the girl the boys were after at school, never been the girl that got invited to prom or crazy college parties, and before Loki… you’d never been in a proper relationship and were hence rather… pretty… completely inexperienced.

He knew. You knew he knew. He had to. The way you kissed him shyly, never initiating anything but holding his hand or leaning against his chest when you were cuddling on his or your bed and you made him watch one of your favourite movies or TV shows with you.

And to be quite frank… you couldn’t possibly imagine him desiring you in a sexual way. You wanted him to, hell, in your fantasies, you’d done all of the filthy things you’d seen in porn films before with him but in reality… in reality, you chickened out at the mere thought of speaking up about it. But if there was one thing you knew about Loki it was that he was incredibly perceptive—and whenever the two of you were together, you couldn’t feel more comfortable.

With a sigh, you entered the small en-suite bathroom in your room and splashed some cool water on your face. But when, after drying yourself up, you reached for your hairbrush, you frowned. It wasn’t there. You must have forgotten it in Loki’s room—that god loved brushing your hair and braiding it. He’d learned to do it for his mother when he was young and since then, it seemed, it had become part of his love language.

You smiled to yourself. Now you had an excuse to see him again before going to bed. Drying yourself up, you left your room and made your way over to Loki’s. You were the only one who could enter and walk straight through his wards, so you didn’t bother knocking when you got there.

“Loki, I think I left my brush in your—“

You froze when you opened the door, revealing the God of Mischief naked and pumping his hard length… with a pair of your knickers. Your lips parted, heat flushing your cheeks. Loki barely managed to halt. He was flustered when he turned around, his aroused blue eyes meeting yours.

“—room,” you finally chirped. “I’m s-sorry, I should have knocked.” It was a conclusion rather than a question. Loki gave you the slightest hint of a smirk. Did he know? That the very sight of him—like this—made your heart race, your stomach tighten and your pussy clench?

“It’s on the vanity,” he rasped at last, almost… unfazed. Was he biding his time, curious as to what you’d do? Even after the many times Loki had coaxed countless orgasms from you, you had never felt more desirable than right now. If he stole your worn knickers to bring himself some relief, to make himself cum to the thought of you… it filled you with a wave of arousal and confidence like you had never felt before.

“Can I… um… can I… help you?”

Loki stepped closer to you, his scrutinising gaze never leaving yours.

“If you wish,” he purred, releasing his member at last.

“Tell me what to do…” Part of you longed for him to order you to kneel before him so he could fuck your mouth until he’d had his fill… another… another bathed in his respectful behaviour around you. There was no way this was the same man who had once attempted to subjugate Earth. And just like that, you realised with a start… that you wanted him to sleep with you. Now.

“Loki…” He knew without you so much as trying to put your thoughts into words. Perhaps he could tell by your dazed look, your shallow breathing…

“Are you certain? I’m not sure I will be able to stop once I have you writhing beneath me, pet.”

“I-I’m… I’m sure. Please, Loki.”

“Then get on the bed. Take off your clothes… and don’t take your eyes off me when you do.”

You nodded, biting your lower lip with joyful anticipation as you did as you were told. You knew exactly what he intended to do to you with this. He wanted you to feel sexy, to feel alluring. And, the more seconds passed under his scrutinising gaze… the more you started believing that you were.

You still attempted to cover yourself up once you were fully naked, with all of your clothes discarded on his floor.

“Ah-ah-ah… let me look at you, pet. Spread your legs for me.” Your eyes widened. Hesitantly, you did as you were told, revealing your throbbing and wet cunt to his greedy eyes.

When Loki licked his lips, you were done for. By the time he crawled on the mattress and hovered above you like the god he was, you’d lost your ability to speak and yet, his soft kiss kept you in this reality, anchored to the love and affection you had for him.

Loki’s leaking tip pressed against your entrance, making you flinch not out of fear but anticipation. You bucked your hips, your eyes rolling to the back of your head when his soft hands travelled up and down your exposed body, caressing every single inch they could find.

“Please…”

The God of Mischief chuckled. “Patience, pet. I am just as desperate for you as you are for me but I will be taking my sweet time with you. At least the first time.” It sounded like a threat. No, like a promise. No, both. You moaned, arching your back to get even closer to him and then, slowly… you felt him push inside.

You were so wet there was hardly any resistance and unlike what your friends had told you, you barely felt any pain as he stretched you out, taking you inch by inch until he was fully sheathed inside of you.

Loki stilled, studying your reaction all the while you were hoping that your pleading expression would make him give up an ounce of control and fuck you.

Shit, what was going on with you? How had the sight of him masturbating turned you so feral? How had your used knickers around his cock flipped a switch in your mind? And did it matter? No, an aroused voice in your head whispered.

And then, finally… Loki withdrew and thrust forward again, repeating the motion slowly and intimately. You dug your fingers into his naked back, pulling him even closer to you. Your legs wrapped around his middle, heels pressing against his buttocks. His hot skin on yours had you see stars, even more so when his strokes became more erratic, more eager.

Loki began to rut into you mercilessly, whispering sweet nothings into your ear and fuck… narrating to you what was happening.

“Hmm… does it feel good, pet? My cock filling you whole? Your soaked quim is squeezing me so tightly, I…” Your breath hitched when he was interrupted by a moan, his eyes closing blissfully. Every single thrust hit pleasure spots inside of you that you had no idea existed. Higher and higher you climbed, nearing your orgasm so fast it almost scared you, and when Loki’s hand ghosted down to where your bodies met, pampering your clit with skilled fingers, you were ready to fall.

“You have no idea how much I’ve longed to finally be inside of you, make you mine…” The curse that left his lips was in a different language, Old Norse, perhaps. “Cum for me, pet…” He grunted, breathing out your name. “Now.”

It was an order you couldn’t have disobeyed even if you had wanted to. You practically exploded, your pussy milking him for dear life. Again and again, you clenched around him rhythmically, feeling his own release as he jerked against your walls and filled you up with his seed.

Pleasure surged through you like Greek fire, consuming you from the inside out. Helping each other ride out your orgasms, it wasn’t for a while until Loki finally came to a stop and rolled you over so you came to lie on top of him, with his cock still deep inside of you. Some of his seed came dribbling out of you, staining your inner thighs.

“Are you alright, my love?”

“Yeah… I just can’t move.” You grinned even though it was already too exhausting to move your lips too much. None of your friends had ever told you that the first time having sex would be this tiring… in a good way. Your eyes fell shut.

Loki chuckled darkly. “Oh dear, if you believe I will let you sleep just yet, you are very wrong, pet.” His promising words already sent a new shiver through you. And even though you had no idea how you would keep up with the stamina of a god… you were already looking forward to even more sex with this wonderful and mischievous man.

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A/N: I hope you enjoyed this story! Make sure to stop by on my account if you want more Imagines! ♥

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MIZRAK X OLROX!!

Warnings: Top!Mizrak, Bottom!Olrox, anal sex, gay sex, riding, oral sex, face sitting, 69, missionary (position), Power bottom!Olrox (sometimes), choking, biting (no blood drinking)

FEM/FEM ALIGNED DNI!!!

“Let’s continue this somewhere more comfortable.” The long haired man dressed in purple insisted.

“The name’s Olrox, by the way.” He added as he began to walk away.

Mizrak quickly sat up from the ground that he was previously pinned against. He walked up to the man named Olrox and followed him to the supposedly “more comfortable place.”

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As the lot of them both walked into the room Olrox was staying in at the inn, Mizrak shut the door. Olrox stepped deeper into the dimly lit room.

Two windows were placed on the wall opposite of the one that held the door. A large bed with white sheets and puffy white pillows was parallel to the wall with door. It could be found placed in the middle of the wall to the left of the door. The 2 windows had a bit of light pouring into them, but most of it was blocked out from the curtains due to a vampire inhabiting the room.

After Mizrak was done studying the room, he noticed Olrox beginning to undress. An ever so slight blush appeared on his bearded face. So, that’s what he meant by “somewhere more comfortable.”

Once Olrox was just in his boxers, he glanced over at Mizrak who was still fully clothed. Olrox’s green eyes almost seemed to glow. They were a mesmerizing shade of green that reminded Mizrak of the trees in the sunlight back in his home country.

“Ahem.” Olrox cleared his throat causing Mizrak to snap out of his thoughts.

Olrox raised a brow.

“I shouldn’t be the only one almost naked, Mizrak.”

Mizrak furrowed his brows slightly as he began to undress. He took off the heavy armor, and the underclothes until he too was in his boxers. Mizrak’s body was extremely well built. Big pectoral muscles and hair that covered his chest. Biceps that could easily snap slabs of wood in half if he tried. A toned abdomen that flexed everytime he moved. A happy trail that certainly was a “happy trail”. Olrox smiled to himself. It seemed he had chosen well.

Olrox strode over to Mizrak. He put one hand on his sternum, and the other was guided up to Mizrak’s face. Olrox leaned in close and whispered in his ear.

“I know you want this, Mizrak. I know how pent up you are.” Olrox chuckled.

Mizrak growled softly before spinning, taking the Aztec man with him, and pinning him to the wall.

Olrox’s cock twitched in his boxers. He smirked playfully.

“Did I strike a nerve?”

Mizrak huffed in annoyance as he proceeded to kiss down Olrox’s neck before leaving a few hickeys. The long haired man grunted quietly. Mizrak brought one of his hands down from pinning Olrox to playing with one of Olrox’s nipples. He rolled it between two fingers while still leaving marks all over Olrox’s neck and collar bones.

“Mmm..” A groan of pleasure left Olrox’s mouth.

Both of their cocks were fully hard and practically begging to be released from their cloth prison.

Olrox brought it upon himself to grind their hips together causing them both to moan. A particularly loud moan left Olrox’s throat as Mizrak bit down hard on his neck.

“Lay down on the bed, Mizrak.” Olrox ordered in a stern voice.

Mizrak, breathing heavily, reluctantly agreed to walk over to the bed and lay down.

Once he was on the bed, Olrox took off his boxers and then say on top of Mizrak’s pelvis. The short haired man’s cock twitched against Olrox’s bare ass, wanting nothing more than to be inside of it and to get this over with.

“Impatient, aren’t we?” The Aztec asked rhetorically.

Mizrak glared at him.

Olrox sighed before laughing. He pushed a fallen strand of his long, black hair behind his ear that was pierced. A beautiful piece of jewelry adorned his pointed ear.

Olrox got up slightly and turned around so that his ass was right next to Mizrak’s face. Olrox’s quickly pulled off Mizrak’s boxers and tossed them somewhere in the room. Mizrak’s cock stood at full attention. It was hairy at the base, and was thick. It seemed about 8 inches long. A few prominent veins ran from base to tip. Olrox licked his lips.

“We’ll please each other.” Olrox expressed before fully sitting on Mizrak’s face.

The bearded man opened his mouth and started to tease Olrox’s hole before eventually pushing the wet muscle in and fucking him with his tongue.

The vampire immediately went ahead and got to work on the knight’s large dick. He teased the tip with his snake looking tongue, making sure to lick the slit. He stroked the shaft of it while still sucking just the tip. Mizrak moaned against Olrox’s hole. His hips bucked up, wanting more friction.

“Be patient, Mizrak.”

Olrox went back down on the Turk’s cock, this time deep throating him in one go. He bobbed his head up and down on Mizrak’s big dick. Mizrak moaned against the other man’s ass, still busy eating him out.

Mizrak placed one of his hands on Olrox’s hard dick that was nudged between the two men. He began to stroke it in time with the thrusts of his tongue. Olrox whimpered deeply, causing vibrations to be sent through the knight’s cock.

They were both close at this point, Olrox’s sounds of ecstasy grew more frequent and louder as he continued to suck off Mizrak. The short haired man trembled ever so softly as he was about to cum.

They both came at the same time. Olrox’s cock spurted cum onto both of their abdomens as it was still wedged between them. Mizrak shot his load into the vampire’s mouth. He swallowed everything while getting off of Mizrak just enough to spin right back around and plop back down on him.

“Don’t think we’re done, Mizrak. We haven’t gotten to the main course.” Olrox smirked while he licked his fangs seductively.

The Turk’s dick began to harden again from both anticipation and the sight of a handsome vampire about to ride him.

Olrox chuckled and reached behind himself to grasp Mizrak’s penis. He lifted himself up so that he could guide it against his hole and slowly sink down onto it. A vampiric hiss left Olrox’s throat from the slight burn of his hole being stretched.

“So tight..” Mizrak groaned powerfully.

Olrox smirked at the knight who began to grunt in ecstasy as the Aztec man rode Mizrak’s cock. He took it all the way to the base and bounced back up to the point where Mizrak’s dick was almost fully unsheathed and then sat back down on it. Olrox maintained that as Mizrak brought one hand to the vampire’s waist, and the other to his the long haired man’s throat. The Turk squeezed causing Olrox to pant and moan.

Mizrak took the initiative to thrust up in time with Olrox’s riding.

They both groaned, and huffed in bliss, relishing in the feeling. Once Olrox was distracted, Mizrak flipped them so that the vampire was laying down on the bed with his legs over Mizrak’s shoulders and the bearded man thrusting into him harshly.

“Fuck.. Not bad for a human..” Olrox joked before moaning loudly as Mizrak pushed directly against his prostate.

The human continued to choke Olrox, resuming what he had yet to finish. Mizrak’s brows furrowed as he felt himself starting to feel that knot tightening in his lower abdomen. The Aztec sensed this and realized that he was close as well. His hole pulsed around Mizrak’s cock, increasingly getting tighter.

“I’m close.. Cum inside of me, Mizrak.” Olrox’s voice was breathier due to the impending orgasm.

Mizrak nodded while still choking and fucking Olrox. The vampire grasped hold of his own dick and began to jerk himself off with the short haired man fucking him.

Their moans became louder and louder until they both came. Olrox came onto his abdomen, and Mizrak released his thick seed deep inside of Olrox. After he was finished cumming, he pulled out and rolled over to the left side next to Olrox.

The green eyed man’s hole was puffy from the harsh treatment. It fluttered, still wanting to be filled. Mizrak’s cum was pushed out in thick globs by the muscles in Olrox’s ass.

Both of them panted heavily before Mizrak blurted out.

“That was a lot better than I imagined.”

THANK YOU FOR READING!! I love this pair. 😭🙏

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Hello! When is the next part of first times coming up? Anyways, I love your fanfics sooooo much <3 thanks for making this community so much better 🫶

Hey hey hey @ant0weems !! It’s right here!!! Thank you for your caring words 💞 I do my best, babes <333 —Added request from @principal-weems09 : “Strap on maybe? Please please please your work is amazing” Thank you all for your patience. This one’s a lot… Hope you Enjoy ♥️

First Times Ch 5: Higher Level of Involvement ~Larissa Weems xFem Student!& Sorcereress!Reader

Link to Ch 1, Ch 2, Ch 3, Ch 4

Mommy… Masterlist

Requests & Prompt-List

Warnings: NSFW, ANGST, smut, loving and intimate sex, strap-fucking (R receiving), enchanted strap, Sorcery(R), mistress kink, praise kink, first time penetration for reader, kissing, tears, unhappy cliffhanger, etc.

Enjoy (;

“I’d like to do something new with you today, my Dear…” Larissa hummed, “not intense, but a level up. I’d like to take care of you today, Darling.”

You shuddered lightly at the prospect of this new, mysterious thing.

“Yes please, mistress…”

Larissa hummed in satisfaction at you using the correct term.

“Already off to a good start with your manners, sweet girl…” Larissa purred.

Larissa then stood up from her desk chair and walked over to your sitting frame. She lended you a hand, which you happily took, as you stood up, flush up against the tall, blonde.

“To the bedroom…?” She seductively hummed.

You bit your lip and nodded.

“Please mistress…” you whimpered.

Larissa took you by the hand to her private quarters.

“Your mistress is going to take such good care of you, my darling…” she cooed, closing the door to her bedroom behind you.

With the morning all to yourselves, you two took your time undressing each other. The blondes hands caringly caressed your frame, slowly removing each article of clothing. You did the same, unzipping the woman’s dress, letting it pool on the ground. Both your undergarments were next to go, then leaving you both standing in front of each other, nude. Larissa guided you to the back of the bed until you fell backwards onto the mattress.

“Wait here, love.”

“Yes mistress…” you whimpered.

Larissa then disappeared into her closet for a while, before coming back out. She was adorning a purple 6in strap. Your eyes widened and your breath hitched at the sight.

This certainly was a step up…

“Color, Sweet girl…?” Larissa lovingly checked in.

“Green Mistress.” You confirmed.

“Good girl…” Larissa cooed, now crawling onto the bed.

She easily guided you into the middle of the bed, spreading your legs, only to reveal your slick cunt. The blonde then reached over to the bedside table, and she grabbed a bottle of lube. This relieved the tightness in your chest a bit. She applied the lube onto the faux cock generously, before placing the bottle back on the nightstand.

Larissa then positioned herself above you, lining her dick up with your aching hole.

“Wait…” you muttered, suddenly being hit with an idea.

“What? What’s the matter?” Larissa quickly and concerningly asked, pulling away.

“No no, it’s okay…” you reassured her, pulling the blonde back to you and her cock back against your entrance, “I just had an idea…”

“Oh…?”

You then muttered a spell underneath your breath.

“I enchanted it.” You breathed out with a grin.

Larissa’s eyes widened and her throat went dry. And without another word, she began to push into you. You both groaned out in unison, Larissa being able to feel your walls with the strap-on enchantment and you being new to the feeling of being so full.

“Oh my… Oh—” you choked out in a mix of pleasure and pain, as the woman slowly filled your tight hole.

“Breathe, sweet girl, breathe…” Larissa caringly whispered, “The pain will subside, I promise…”

You did your best to take deep breaths. Your hands clawed against the blonde bare back, as your whole body pulsed in pleasure as the woman’s dick finally bottomed you out. Larissa stayed there until you gave the go ahead. You felt so fucking full, but there was aching pain in your core that needed subsiding. Larissa let out a low groan at how your walls were fluttering around her dick.

“I… can you… move mistress… please…?” You stuttered.

Larissa nodded lovingly as she began to slowly pull back and then back into you. Your breathing was staggered and your cheeks were flushed red. Low groans fell from both your lips, your skins slapping each other slowly.

“Such a good girl… taking me so well…” Larissa praised you, fucking you into the mattress slowly and lovingly.

It felt intimate…

It felt loving…

It felt vulnerable..

She continued to thrust into you, speeding up just a little bit, making you whimper and breathily moan out even more. Her sounds got louder and more lewd as well.

“This alright, love…?” Larissa breathily groaned.

“Yes yes yes, mistress…!” You breathily chanted, “please so good…!”

At one point, her thrusting slowed back down again, eliciting a whimper from your lips. Larissa met your gaze with care and dare you say— love…?

“I’d like to swing your left leg over my shoulder, sweet girl… Would that be alright?” She breathed out, struggling to string her words together, as her mind was so far in the pleasure of fucking you.

“Yes please, please mistress…” you panted.

The blonde then hooked your left leg around her shoulder and began her thrustings once more. This time, her dick was hitting a whole new part of your throbbing cunt. More mewls and moans spilled from your lips. Larissa was pushing you and her both closer and closer to the edge. A few more slow, intentional, deep thrusts from the blonde, brought your right to the edge. And Larissa herself right alongside you.

“Sweet Girl, I can feel your walls fluttered like mad around my dick…” Larissa breathily moaned, “Wanna cum for your mistress…?”

You nodded vigorously, screwing your eyes tight shut and scratching up the blondes back even more.

“Wanna cum…! Wanna cum mistress please…!!” You pleaded.

“Open your eyes, sweetheart… And cum for me…”

Your eyes fluttered open to the sight of the blonde goddess above you. She sent you over the edge. Her heavy breathing… Her glazed over, caring eyes…. Her trembling lips… Her luscious, cascading, platinum locks…

You came with sweet cries, licking your legs around Larissa’s waist, as she fucked you through your high. She started to slow down afterwards, but you stayed connected to her, shaking your head.

“Want you to cum…” you breathlessly mewled, “inside me… please mistress…”

Larissa’s eyes widened and she gulped. She wanted nothing more. And how could she refuse you… So, the blonde continued to thrust into you, about to reach her high.

“Make me yours…” you pleaded, “Wanna be yours mistress please…!”

Larissa’s breath hitched. Back to what she had deflected earlier. Commitment…

“Are you sure, love…?” Larissa nervously whispered.

“Yes yes yes, please I’m yours, take me…” you whimpered, pleading to the blonde with your eyes.

But before Larissa could get another thought in, she came with a guttural moan. You moaned right alongside her, seeing the blonde in such ecstasy above you. The blonde collapsed beside you, panting heavily and stunned, trying to process everything that’s happening. Silence took the room, before Larissa began,

“Darling I—”

“I can’t just be the servant to your mistress…” you breathed out, interrupting Larissa.

Larissa gulped. You sat up and looked over to the blonde.

“I’m sorry, but that’s not who you are to me. I… I don’t mind the pet name during sex, but you mean more to me than that outside the bedroom…” you admitted.

Larissa sat up as well, still adorning the strap, meeting your gaze with pursed lips and a slight blush. She sighed. She had to ask. Ask the question she’d been avoiding the answer to.

“What do I mean to you then?”

“I’m… I’m not sure… But it’s more than just sex…” you whispered.

Larissa gulped. She looked away.

“You’re a student and I’m the headmistress… I shouldn’t have started this in the first place… It’s evident that with feelings around, this should be ended… I’m sorry…”

What…?

A wave of emotions washed over you. Anger. Sadness. Fear. Betrayal. Loss. Your eyes began to water. You had to get out of here before you started crying.

“Fine.” You muttered, getting up and quickly putting on your clothes.

You were gone in a matter of minutes. And that’s when the guilt hit Larissa. She’d fucked you and then left you high and dry. She hadn’t helped you out of your sub-like space. She hadn’t cared for you afterwards. She’d just fucking deflected again. She’d been a fucking coward. And now you were gone.

What had she done…??

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Chapter 6 ~Work in Progress… (Happy ending coming, I promise!!!) 😚

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Could you do aemond with a whore for the first time/mommy kink maybe?

A Taste (18+)

Pairing | Aemond Targaryen x prostitute!reader

Warnings | SEXUAL CONTENT - MINORS DNI; aemond is rude, mommy kink, tit sucking, slight humping (wc: 1.1k)

Note | My first ever request! Hopefully I met your standards.

Aemond sprawled on the plush bed, his usual stoic expression present on his face.

He was waiting on one of the famed whores to come to his lush quarters. Aegon gifted her for his name-day. He did this every year and every year Aemond declined the filthy offer. He saw it as something to look down upon.

But this time around, he caved in.

Rhaenyra and her bastards were back in Kings Landing. He loathed how they got away with everything but he was scolded for the simplest of things. He needed a distraction. And what better distraction than a skilled whore (as Aegon would say).

He palmed his cock, ready for some sort of release, lilac eyes flying to the door. A soft knock echoed on the door. The whore bowed politely, thick curls of brown cascading down. “Your grace.”

Her voice sounded so innocent. Way too innocent considering her occupation.

Aemond commanded, “Come here girl.”

“Yes, your grace.”

The pillow girl wore a gauzy purple dress, thick thighs and full bare tits underneath. She slowly approached the end of his bed, lifting a leg to crawl before Aemond stopped her, “I didn’t say you could join me. Kneel of the floor.”

Her face remained placid, nodding. “yes, my lord.”

Aemond crept to the edge of the bed, spreading his long legs on each side of the kneeling girl. Her wide brown eyes peered up at him, long dark lashes fluttering.

The little smirk on the whores face was causing anger to flare in his chest. Aemond snapped, “Is there something entertaining little slut?”

She giggled, eyes flashing in mirth. “I’m just very grateful to be graced with your presence.” Before Aemond could respond she urged. “Let me take care of you.”

The one-eyed prince’s jaw ticked. He needed to make a good impression. Last thing he wanted was for the whore to gossip among her friends and humiliate him.

Aemond gripped a thick of her messy curls, her face showing slight pleasure. He rasped, “What do you suggest then?” Her full lips widened into a grin, hands sliding up Aemond’s leg. He squinted his good eye, tugging harder, demanding a verbal response.

She bit down on her lip, “Let me take control and you’ll see stars, my king.”

King. He liked that. His cock seemed to be in agreement.

He wondered for a slight second if Aegon told her to say this things, but in that moment he couldn’t find himself to truly care.

“Very well. Work your whore magic.”

She suddenly stood, untying her strings that Aemond hadn’t noticed before. He must have been too invested I her heavy tits. She rasped out, a devious look in her pretty eyes, “Would you like me to undress you, my King?”

Aemond groaned, “Of course. What did you expect?”

He slightly regretted being rude when all she did was ask for permission.

She nodded, climbing onto the bed, sliding off her thin excuse for a dress. Aemond eyes were drawn to her peaked brown nipples, the heavy droop of flesh, stretch marks laying on top of them. His cock throbbed painfully in his trousers.

She laughed again, “Want a feel? Let me strip you first.”

Aemond somehow was pushed back, elbows cushioning his fall as the woman untied and pulled at his rich silk and wool, emblazoned with green. All he could do was stare at her swaying breast, mouth growing wet. The Prince never felt this desire but he wanted it so bad. So bad it almost hurt.

“Lift,” She ordered.

Aemond lifted his hips for her to shuck down his woolen breeches. The boots had already been discarded earlier and his tunic must have been removed along the way. His cock lay on his pale belly, already flushed a deep red and dribbling pearls of white.

Her brown curls shined while she climbed atop his hips. The wetness of her cunt shifted against Aemond’s own desire, making him whimper. He immediately tried to cover it with a clearing of his throat but the damage was done, she laughed at him.

Her blonde curls shifted and shined while she climbed atop his hips. The wetness of her cunt shifted against Viserys own desire, making him whimper. He tried to cover it with a clearing of his throat but the damage was done, she chuckled at him.

“Don’t laugh at me,” he pouted snarled.

“Nothing to be ashamed of,” She caressed his small waist, “Would you like to suck my tits now, pretty baby?”

Pretty baby.

“Please,” he whimpered.

She wrapped lean arms around his shoulders and shoved her creamy tits forward. Aemond made a broken noise— overwhelmed on where to begin. The pretty whore thumbed one of his sharp cheekbones cooing, “How about the left? Poor little dragon. I’ll take care of you.”

He wanted that so bad. Aemond had to always controlling. Couldn’t relax. This was close enough to realization. The Targaryen sealed his lips around a brown nipple and suckled eagerly, hands coming up to maw at the abundant flesh on her chest.

She whimpered and writhed against his weeping cock. “That’s so good, get your fill sweet boy.”

Aemond whined, sucked, and licked eagerly. He whimpered at the soft feeling of her heavy teats. His balls suddenly felt very full and achy, sensitive to the point that it hurt.

“M-mummy,” he whimpered, totally lost to the desire clouding his mind.

“Yes, my sweet boy, suck all you want,” she replied while carding her hands through his silken waves. The angel rubbed her slick cunt against his cock, coating it in sweet warmth. Aemond gasped as he pulled back, both hands on her ample chest.

He dove onto the right nipple, neglected and ready for the taking. He thumbed at the other

one, delightfully slick and puffy from his ministrations. The whore moaned softly, encouraging him even more.

Aemond shuddered and cried around a peaked bud, “O-oh gods, mummy, please! Don’t stop.”

He mewled and sniveled, shoving his face between her heavy teats. All Aemond could do was rut and chant, “Mummy, mummy, mummy, mmh!” She rolled her hips along his length in smooth glides. Aemond wailed in ecstasy, his overfull balls drawing up painfully.

She groaned at his words, “That’s it baby, give it to me. Make mommy proud.”

“I-I will! Oh fuck!” he cried. Aemond shook with hefty sobs as he finished. It almost hurt how much he painted her cunt with his spend. The one-eyed prince felt his muscles grow limp. He couldn’t be bothered to remove himself from her tits.

The unnamed woman gently moved off of his lap, settling herself in the center of his plush bed. She opened her arms, silently inviting him to lay atop of him and so he did.

They basked in silence, allowing their heartbeats to calm. The blinding lust disappeared from his eyes, and suddenly he regretted everything that happened.

The whore must’ve seemed his unease and ran her fingers through his hair. “You needn’t worry, my king.” She pressed a kiss to his temple, “This stays between us.”

He nodded, instantly believing that she would keep her promise. He finally relaxed, forgetting the stress of the cruel world for once.

[clone-anon-after-dark]

So Good (Gregor x F!Reader)

Word Count: 1557

Warnings: dom!Gregor, foreplay, light bondage (leg restraints, no pain), use of safety colors / safewords (yellow used, but no need for red) and option to tap out during oral (never used), oral sex / gentle face fucking of reader, unprotected PiV sex, sex toy, little bit of edging, praise, telling reader they can take it but backing off when they seem unsure, aftercare with a shared shower. I think that's it. Oh yeah, NSFW, Minors DNI

A/N: established relationship. This fic was inspired by this post and subsequent interaction with @deewithani. Thank you!

There are two versions of this fic. The m!reader version can be found here.

He kissed your neck as he helped you undress. His touch was firm but tender. Grounding. Your breath caught in your throat as you felt his hands glide down your hips and legs as he removed your last piece of clothing. 

“Doesn’t seem fair,” you said, kissing just below his ear. “You’re still dressed and I’m bare.”

“Just how I want it,” he replied with an involuntary giggle. He had a dark, but slightly playful look. “Lay back,” he instructed.  You did as you were told and he pressed kisses along your collarbones and breasts.  You’d talked about the plan over dinner and just talking about it was enough to leave you more than a little wet. You waited, wanting to make the anticipation last and get the dishes clean. Now you had the rest of the night together.

You were brought back to the current moment by Gregor kissing the skin where your legs met your folds. You wiggled a little, causing him to hold you down as he placed more kisses. You smiled at him. 

“Take your clothes off,” you said sweetly. “I want to see you.”

“Now, now,” he replied. “I’m the one calling the shots. You’ll get to see and feel plenty of me soon enough.” He pulled out a pair of soft leather restraints, a toy, and a bottle of lube.  The toy was one of your favorites. It stimulated your g-spot and your clit.  He took his time touching every inch of you as he lovingly strapped each of your calves to your thighs using the restraints. You tried closing your legs, but really couldn’t. He chuckled and pulled his shirt over his head. 

“That’s right,” he said with a grin. “Completely exposed for me.”  You relaxed into the vulnerable position. Before he could ask, you offered “green” and he continued.  He lubed up the toy, making sure nothing would feel raw, and placed it inside you with the small suction spot right over your clit. Gregor took the small remote controller for the toy and turned it on.  He started on the lowest intensity, not wanting to overdo it and still getting you warmed up.  He watched you respond to the stimulation, adding kisses along your breasts, the inside of your elbow, and the back of your hand.  He slowly turned up the intensity as he stripped and continued to watch while you moaned and played with your nipples.  Once his cock was free he started lazily playing with himself to the tune of your vocalizations.  He could touch you in all the right places simply by pressing a button. He switched up the rhythm of the toy’s vibrations, just to keep it interesting and to make sure you didn’t get too close too soon.

“Good girl,” he said, watching you respond.

You smiled up at him as he propped your head and upper back up with a few pillows. He straddled your chest with his now hard cock right in front of your needy mouth.  Your legs twitched against the restraints in anticipation of what was next.  You loved the taste of him.

“Hands on my hips,” he instructed.  “Open your mouth. Relax your jaw and throat.”

You did so, already struggling to focus with the pleasure still being pressed deep inside your core.  He used the remote to calm the vibration just enough so you could focus on his cock.

“Two finger taps and I’ll stop,” he reminded.

You tried to relax your jaw some more, allowing him to push himself further into your mouth and just hitting the back of your throat.  He paused there with a grunt.  Gregor was never comfortable pressing in so deep you couldn’t breathe, but he loved the feeling of your mouth around his length.  He pulled most of the way out and started to fuck your face with short thrusts, enjoying the feeling of the head running over your lips.  You squeezed his ass, spurring him on.  He started longer movements of his hips, groaning at the feeling of your tongue on the underside of his cock. He turned the vibrator up and you started moaning along his length. His familiar smell and taste permeated your senses. Your gaze moved up his body as he pleasured himself using your mouth.  You looked up toward his kind eyes. Even when he took charge, he looked like he was so in love.

He switched the pattern on the vibrator, causing a new surge of heat through your body.   Not a minute later, your moans came stronger and he knew you were close.  You felt the familiar build and knew he would make you wait to finish.  He turned the vibrator down all the way and paused, leaving the head of his length in your mouth. You held your mouth open so he could rub the tip over your tongue as he talked.

“You’re close,” he said knowingly with a little chuckle. “Now, do you want to come with my cock buried in your pretty mouth or buried in your gorgeous cunt?” He studied your face. “Either way, I’m going to enjoy filling you.”  He held his cock off your tongue just enough that you could speak.

“My pussy,” you answered.

Gregor grinned and moved down the bed, placing himself between your legs.  He smiled at the sight of the restraints putting you in the perfect position.

“Let’s keep this in,” he said, tapping the end of the toy buried inside you. “You can take it.”  He hovered over you, holding your hands above your head and kissing your jaw.  He felt you tighten up at the thought of taking him with a toy stuffed inside you.  

“Color,” he asked, looking into your eyes for the truth.

“Yellow,” you answered quietly.  He simply nodded, let go of your hands, and removed the toy.  He left it on a towel off to the side and went back to hovering over you and kissing your jaw.

“Better,” he asked.  

You nodded and added, “green” with a smile. 

With that, he was pressing into you, groaning as he bottomed out. He adjusted his position so he could watch you take him.  You felt the familiar stretch as he took you, rubbing up at the perfect angle and bringing you closer to the brink.  He picked up the pace and pulled you further down the bed, lifting your hips to meet his own.  Your breath started coming in fast pants and moans.

“Gregor,” you almost whined, “I need more, please.”

“Go on,” he said with a grin, pausing enough to turn on the toy and hand it to you so you could use one end on yourself.  “I want to see.”

He started fucking you again, your bodies now making squelching sounds. Your mind was barely functioning with what he was doing to you, but you pressed the tip of the toy to your nub and started moaning his name. Gregor kept a steady pace, determined for you to finish first.  He kept pressing at the perfect angle and with your sensitive bud now vibrating at a glorious speed. It was enough to send you over the edge and you came while crying his name.  He helped you ride out your orgasm and whispered “so pretty.” You put the toy aside as you recovered from your high, content to let him use your body for his own pleasure. Watching you climax beneath him was just as fun as finishing himself and in no time he painted your walls, burying himself inside you while whispering praises.  

Once he started to catch his breath, he eased himself out of you, sat up, and loosened the leather straps.  You stretched out and Gregor took his time to rub your legs.  His hands worked to massage down your thighs and calves in slow circles.  He kissed the spots under your knees and smiled at you like he was drunk with love.

“You did such a good job for me,” he said, helping you sit up so he could rub your back.

“I had fun,” you replied, leaning into his touch.  He kissed your neck and wrapped his arms around you, holding your back to his chest. You sighed and leaned against him for a moment before trying to reach for the towel.

“Oh no,” he said.  A giggle overtook him as he held you closer before adding, “I take care of you when I’m in charge. That’s how that works.” 

A soft smile spread across your face and you turned to look at him. “If you insist.”

“I do,” he replied.  “Actually, instead of the towel, how about a shower?”

You nodded. 

Gregor stood up and gave you a hand, making sure to stabilize you if your legs weren’t feeling totally ready.  He turned the water on at the temperature you liked and you both got in.  He washed your body with the utmost gentleness and washed himself off while you pressed kisses along his chest and back.  He wrapped you both in fresh towels and you found yourselves back in bed, lingering kisses accompanied with content hums.  You whispered your love to each other before you fell asleep together, Gregor holding you in his arms and making sure you felt secure.

Tagging: @staycalmandhugaclone @trixie2023 @dukeoftheblackstar

[matttgirlies]

Matt & Me🎀

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a story heavily based on Priscilla Presley’s Book “Elvis & Me” based in the 1950’s - 1970’s.

fem! reader x singer! matt

disclaimer!! - in no way am i saying matt would ever support or do these kind of things, for the sake of the book certain unethical things do happen at times.

y/nn = your nickname for any confusion🩷

Chapter 10

It was the era of the Polaroid and the beginning of videotape. He was the director and I his star acting out fantasies. We dressed up and undressed, played and wrestled, told stories, acted out our fantasies, and invented scenes. Whether it was dressing up in my school uniform and playing at being a sweet, innocent schoolgirl, or a secretary coming home from work and relaxing in the privacy of her own bedroom, or a teacher seducing her student, we were always inventing new stories, and eventually, I learned what stimulated Matt the most.

Almost every night I made quick trips to the local drugstore to buy considerable amounts of Polaroid film. Some of the cashiers knew me, and I wondered if they suspected what we were doing.

I put on dark glasses to “disguise” myself, but ended up looking even more conspicuous as I’d sweetly request twelve packs of Polaroid film while making excuses like, “Gee, the others must have been defective. I just can’t seem to get them to come out right,” or “You’re not going to believe this, but someone stole my film.”

Making it in and out of Graceland was no easy feat, either. I’d pass Mr. Stall at the gate at odd hours of the night, smiling and waving hello, returning shortly with the same smile and the same wave. I was sure he harbored some suspicious thoughts about what I was doing.

Matt laughed when I told him. “It’s all in your mind. He’s no more thinking anything than a dog sleeping.”

“Well, what if he starts spreading rumors, like I go out at night?”

“It might create some excitement around here. This town’s dead. Boston needs a little gossip!”

Matt and I both loved creating these sexual fantasies and it seemed to bring us closer together. I had no previous sexual experience to compare with his inventive sexuality and I was ready to indulge him any way I could. Being in the fast lane, he was exposed to every pleasure available in life. Ordinary thrills sometimes were not enough, especially when he was under the influence of powerful drugs.

At first I was totally open to Matt and many of his ideas. I lived for those moments we were alone. I was careful to say little that might jeopardize my bond with him. I fulfilled his needs, and his beliefs became mine. Under no circumstances were his ideas or playfulness perverted or in any way harmful.

A few days after he came home, he led me to his long black limousine and we sped off to one of Boston’s most exclusive boutiques on Union Street for some after-hours shopping, just as we’d done in Las Vegas. While the boys milled around the shop and the store’s sales staff tried to look nonchalant, Matt got a big kick out of having me model dozens of stunning dresses and suits and coats that were so stylish I was doubtful I could wear them. I was still an insecure teenager.

“Matt,” I said, wearing a sexy gold lamé gown that clung to my every curve, “these clothes are too sophisticated for me.”

“Sophisticated?” he said, regarding me admiringly. “What’s sophisticated? You could go around wearing a feather and that would be sophisticated.”

“Well, bring me a feather then.”

We spent four hours at that shop and during that time, I had a personalized lesson in the Matt Sturniolo Fashion Course.

As I tried on dress after dress, Matt delivered a running commentary on color. He liked me in red, blue, turquoise, emerald green, and black and white—the same colors he himself wore. He liked solids only, declaring that large prints took away from my looks. “Too distracting,” he said. He hated browns and dark green, colors inextricably associated in his mind with the Army.

Exhausted and a little confused about my new look, I walked out of the shop dressed in a sleek black linen suit with four-inch highheeled shoes to match. With Matt sitting proudly beside me, the guys loaded the trunk of the limo with armfuls of packages, and I felt very special.

Back at Graceland he had me model all my new clothes again for Grandma, who patiently sat through a long two hours of changes. I was Matt’s doll, his own living doll, to fashion as he pleased.

It was the early sixties, when clothes and makeup veered to extremes. Women’s eyeliner was heavier, their hair more teased, and their skirts shorter than ever before. All the rules I’d learned about dressing and applying makeup (less is more, the simpler the better) were being broken, and men seemed to love it. Matt certainly did. If I went a little light with the mascara or black eyeliner, he’d send me back upstairs to apply it more heavily.

Matt liked long hair. When I’d cut mine without asking his permission, he was shocked.

“How could you cut your goddamn hair? You know I like long hair. Men love long hair.”

He wanted it long and jet black, dyed to match his because, as he said, “You have pretty eyes, baby. Black hair will make your eyes stand out more.” He made a lot of sense to me and soon my hair was dyed jet black, like his.

The more we were together the more I came to resemble him in every way. His tastes, his insecurities, his hang-ups—all became mine.

For instance, high collars were his trademark, not because he especially liked them, but because he felt his neck looked too long. He never felt comfortable unless he was in a customized high-collared shirt, though in a pinch he’d turn the collar up on a regular shirt as he had when he was in school.

When he told me that the collar I was wearing on a particular blouse was too small for my “long, skinny neck,” I too began wearing high-collared shirts. Why not? My sole ambition was to please him, to be rewarded with his approval and affection. When he criticized me, I fell to pieces.

The Pygmalion nature of our relationship was a mixed blessing. The most fundamental thing at this stage in our life together was that Matt was my mentor, someone who studied my every gesture, listened critically to my every utterance, and was generous, to a fault, with advice.

When I did something that wasn’t to his liking, I was corrected. It is extremely difficult to relax under such scrutiny. Little escaped him. Little except the most salient fact of allthat I was a volcano about to erupt.

There were evenings when he’d send me back upstairs to change clothes because my choice was “dull,” “unflattering,” or “not dressy enough” for him. Even the way I walked came under review; he told me to move more slowly, and for a short while, he had me walking around the house with a book on my head.

I appreciated his interest, but I hated having to hear him remind me of my shortcomings so many times, and each time having to promise him that he’d never have to tell me again.

Would I ever be able to live up to his vision of how his ideal woman should behave and appear? She had to be sensitive, loving, and extremely understanding, meeting unusual demands any average woman might reject. This included being left behind when he made spur-of-the-moment, questionable “business” trips.

She had to be pretty and she had to possess an offbeat sense of humor to survive all the joking at Graceland. Often I’d walk into Sunday afternoon football gatherings and hear inside jokes about the cute all-American cheerleaders. Eventually I found myself thinking like one of the guys. “Nice tits and ass,” I’d say to myself. “A little heavy in the thighs, but the face makes up for it.”

Matt had a strong aversion to wearing jeans. As a poor boy, he had no choice but to wear them and he never wanted to lay eyes on another pair. That applied to everyone in the group.

His firm ideas on my wardrobe didn’t make it easy for me to go out and buy clothes for myself. One day I came home proud of a dress I’d just bought and couldn’t wait to put on. I knew he didn’t like prints, but this was a blackand-white flowered silk that I thought very special.

The first words out of his mouth when he saw me were: “That dress doesn’t suit you. Does nothing for you. Takes away from your face, your eyes. All you see’s the dress.”

As he tore me apart I started to cry. “Are you quite finished?” I inquired. I didn’t give him a chance to answer, bolting for my bathroom and slamming the door.

A few minutes later I heard his voice from the other side of the door: “You gotta keep away from those large prints. You’re a small girl, Sattnin.”

I opened the bathroom door and snapped, “Okay, I’ll return the fuckin’ dress.”

Matt fell to the floor laughing; eventually I joined in, unable to stop myself. Once again I’d compromised my own taste.

He ignored no aspect of my appearance, including my teeth. He took me to his dentist, told him to clean my teeth and give me a thorough examination. He was to look for probable cavities only and should I need any fillings, they were to be made of white porcelain. To him a mouth loaded with gold or silver was an eyesore.

He was equally fanatical about posture. If I slumped, he’d straighten my back. When I’d look up at him and wrinkle my forehead, he’d smooth it out—or tap it—telling me not to get in that habit. I didn’t like him rapping me, so I learned that one fast.

When we came home from the movies one night, I was getting ready for bed and he was in his office playing the piano. I came in to listen, propping my foot on the bench where he was sitting. He looked down at a small chip in my nail polish and I immediately withdrew my foot from the bench and started making up excuses about why it wasn’t fixed. “I’m going to have my pedicure tomorrow,” I promised.

“Good,” he said, “cause that doesn’t look like my Little Girl’s. You should always keep them looking nice.”

I was leading a double life—a schoolgirl by day, a femme fatale by night. Our evening appearance downstairs usually resembled a grand entrance. Even when our only intention was to have dinner, we always dressed for the occasion. Matt might wear a three-piece suit with a brocade vest and a Stetson hat. Under his coat he always carried a gun. He’d given me a small pearl-handled derringer and I carried it in my bra or tucked it into a holster around my waist. We were a modern-day Bonnie and Clyde.

Matt loved films, and we went to the Memphian almost every night. He was still renting the whole house after regular hours since he couldn’t attend a movie without being mobbed. One of the guys always lined up several films in case Matt didn’t like one of them or decided to see as many as three or four in a row. We usually arrived around midnight, our limousine pulling around to the back of the Memphian. From there we’d proceed into the side door like a royal couple leading their court.

Already seated in the theater were the usual crowd of thirty to fifty local friends and fans. Matt always sat in the same seat—with Nate Doe to his right, me to his left.

Before calling “Roll ’em!” he looked around the theater to make sure everyone was seated. He was an acutely aware person and could immediately spot any unwanted or unfamiliar faces. If any new faces were sitting too close to him, Matt suggested they move elsewhere. He was more lenient with the girls. He might not demand they move but he certainly wanted to know who they were, and should they object to being asked for this information or smart off in any way, he would not hesitate to have one of the boys escort them out, telling them never to come back.

There were times Matt rented the entire Boston Fairgrounds after closing and we all  spent hours on our favorite rides. We tried such daredevil feats on the roller-coaster as seeing who could stand the longest with both arms outstretched as it whipped and twisted around the track again and again.

Matt loved the bumper cars and would team up with the entourage against some locals. They’d spend the night seemingly trying to kill each other, laughing and bruising themselves like tough little boys while we girls watched and cheered them on. After several hours my own enthusiasm waned.

Excerpt from: "Elvis and Me" by Priscilla Beaulieu Presley. Scribd.

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a/n - hope u enjoyed this chapter!!🎀

[serenasoutherlyns]

so you're a stranger again

Benovak, teen. Ao3. Thanks to @jelestes who encouraged me to finish this.

The woman across the room from her eyed her again, this time unsubtly, undressing her with her eyes. Olivia shivered, the look was so unabashed, so full of desire that it made her cheeks burn. The woman tossed her red hair over her shoulder before putting down her glass on the bar. Olivia’s heart pounded: she was making her way over to her.

Casey looked so good that Olivia almost couldn’t keep from kissing her as soon as she could reach her. She wore a green satin dress that Olivia didn’t recognize. It clung to her body, showing off everything, the open back especially had Olivia’s heart racing. She must’ve gone shopping for the occasion, Olivia couldn’t imagine when. The dim light in the lounge glinted off the clear pendant of her gold necklace.

“Hey gorgeous,” Casey said in that seductively low tone of hers, “can I buy you a drink?”

---

One year ago…

“That new DA’s a piece of work,” said Elliot, rubbing his temples. “I don’t know what Branch is thinking.” Olivia hummed in agreement. “She is kind of your type, though.”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” said Olivia.

“Tall, skinny, pale,” he said, “plus you love lawyers.”

“Two,” said Olivia, “I’ve dated two.”

“More than I have,” said Elliot. “I’m just teasing you. Plus, no way she lasts more than a couple months in sex crimes.”

“Let’s hope. Why do we even need an assigned DA anyway?”

—-

“That would be lovely, thank you,” said Olivia in reply. Casey smiled at her and beckoned to the bartender. Somehow, she even made that gesture sexy.

“What am I getting you?” she asked. Casey’s voice was still, deep, and driving Olivia insane.

“Whiskey and soda,” said Olivia. She thought she would branch out tonight, after all, they weren’t themselves for an evening. She played with her necklace for a moment, hoping it would call Casey’s attention to her décolletage. It worked. Casey cleared her throat before ordering.

“May I take this seat?” Casey asked. Her girlfriend, not her girlfriend for the night, didn’t abandon her chivalrous nature. Olivia nodded and Casey slid into the seat beside her gracefully.

“I’m Casey,” she said. “Who do I have the pleasure of sitting beside tonight?” In another situation, if it really were a stranger, Olivia might’ve laughed at the pickup line. They were already playing a game, though, so it didn’t feel silly.

“Olivia. It’s nice to meet you, Casey.” She held her hand out for an introduction, and Casey took it. Instead, she kissed.

“The pleasure is all mine, Olivia.” The bartender came back with her whiskey soda and Casey thanked her. Olivia took a steadying sip. She knew she had no reason to be nervous, but her hands still shook a little. Casey just looked so good, was being so shamelessly seductive, that she couldn’t help it. For a moment, Casey’s glances faltered. She placed a hand on Olivia’s shoulder, reassuring. “What brings you out tonight?” Casey asked.

“Long day at work,” said Olivia, which wasn’t a lie. “Figured I’d unwind before I went home. What about you?”

“Similar,” said Casey. “My coworkers drive me insane, sometimes.” Olivia almost laughed at this. She knew Casey was talking about Elliot. The two of them had gotten into a little disagreement at work that day. If it had gotten much farther, Olivia may have had to break it up.

“Mine too,” said Olivia.

---

One week ago…

“Do you ever wish we’d met differently?” Olivia asked. Casey was beside her on a mostly-wordless Saturday night that they were spending with takeout, crosswords, and the latest Belle and Sebastian album. Casey took a moment to respond.

“What brings that to your mind?” She said. Olivia stretched, and when she was done, rested her hand on Casey’s thigh.

“I mean,” said Olivia, “I think we make a pretty good couple. But we met with so much conflict, sometimes I wish it was different.” Casey considered it.

“I’ve had that thought,” said Casey. “Don’t you think it makes us closer that we know how to fight?”

“I do,” said Olivia. “Still, sometimes I wish we’d been two strangers at a bar.”

“You romantic,” said Casey. Olivia had never considered herself one before Casey, even with previous girlfriends she’d been reserved in that area. With Casey, though, she would show up on her doorstep with roses and was even letting her teach her how to cook. She sometimes would imagine meeting Casey for the first time without all the fighting, Casey’s presence outside of work that she was so fond of. Casey’s voice broke her chain of thought. “We could always have a do-over.”

“What do you mean?” Said Olivia.

“Pretend we don’t know each other,” Casey said. “Be those two strangers in a bar. I’d kind of like to try and pick you up, actually. Show off my game.”

“Your game,” said Olivia. “I know you’ve got game.”

“What if you pretended you didn’t? Let’s both wear something pretty and go to the same bar one night. It’ll be fun,” said Casey. Olivia was starting to get to know every side of Casey, a couple months into dating her, but she didn’t know she had quite that capacity for whimsy.

“You wanna seduce me, Novak?” Olivia said. She had butterflies thinking about it, which seemed like a good sign.

“I do,” said Casey. “I’d love to.” The word love made Olivia’s butterflies race even faster. She really did know that she loved Casey, but hadn’t said it yet. Maybe it was a little too early still. Maybe she was just nervous.

“Okay,” said Olivia, “let’s do it.” Casey grinned at her. She very smoothly took Olivia in her arms and kissed her.

“I can’t wait to meet you,” she said. Olivia relaxed further into her touch, and went back to her crossword.

---

After talking for a while, Casey asked Olivia the question she’d been dying to hear all night.

“Would you like to get out of here?” Olivia nodded at first, and took the final sip of her drink. They closed the tab, and then Casey popped out of her chair. She look Olivia’s hand as if to help her down. She did it so effortlessly. Olivia was so glad they’d decided to do this tonight. The cab ride back to Casey’s dragged on painfully slowly. Everyone in New York seemed to forget to drive in the rain. Casey made it entertaining, though torturously. She started with holding Olivia’s hand, then moved to her thigh. If they really were strangers, perhaps it would be too forward, but Olivia did not mind. She eventually leaned over the middle seat and kissed her, chastely then deeply. She felt a little bad for the cabbie, but figured he’d seen worse.

When they got inside, Casey offered Olivia another drink, but she declined. She wanted a totally clear mind. Casey had gone so far as to do a little bit of redecorating to make the space seem different, not like the apartment Olivia spent so many hours at these days. The thoughtfulness of that fact made Olivia’s chest warm. She picked up the kiss where they had left off in the car. She pressed Casey against her kitchen counter, holding her hips. Casey may be the seductress, but Olivia knew she was the one guiding. When she had Casey’s breaths quick, she pulled her into her bedroom. This was breaking character a little, but she didn’t care. She needed Casey, and knew Casey needed her.

In the calm of the early morning, Olivia knew it was time. In a completely quiet moment, she sat up on her elbows to observe, make sure Casey was awake.

“Hey, Casey?” she said. “I love you.”

“On the first night we meet?” Said Casey teasingly. “You move a little fast there, Olivia.” Olivia blushed.

“I, maybe I should’ve waited to say it.”

“No,” said Casey, “I wish I’d said it weeks ago. I love you too, Olivia.” Olivia took her hand and drew circles on the back.

“You were not kidding about seducing me, by the way. Jesus, you’re hot. That dress…” Casey laughed. “Thank you for making me do this.”

“My pleasure,” said Casey. She sat up to kiss Olivia. It said everything.

[unicorncornflakes]

Little One - Story AU! | Chapter 2

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Paring: Reader x Aemond Targaryen.

Summary: You are the only daughter of Jacaerys Velaryon, future lord of the tides. After the victory of Aegon and his side in the war, your family suffers the rejection in Driftmark. There you must always give an account to the king's new hand, Aemond Targaryen. However, when the time comes, Aegon and his court claim you as Queen Helaena's lady-in-waiting. As a new piece of the Greens' strategy to coerce your father, you are taken to King's Landing to begin your life in high society. Aemond will be, much to his pleasure, in charge of guiding you in this new stage.

Tags: Alternate Universe/ Enemies to Lovers/ Emotional Hurt/Comfort Drama & Romance/ Eventual Smut.

Warnings: This fic includes noncon, dubcon, manipulation, violence, death, forced marriage, and inc3st, at some points.

Tag-List (If you wanna be tagged in thi series or all of my work, let me know): @thedamewithabook @bluevxnus

Author´s note: Pls, enjoy! Feedback, shares and comments are always welcome!

Word Count: 3.5K

"What do you think, princess?" One of the tailors looked at princess Jaehaera, who looked sad in front of her mirror. Aemond, sitting as he watched, with a cup of wine in his hand, looked at his daughter, Aegon's daughter. This was how he had to see her, and how he had tried to see her thus far. Jaehaera was his niece in the realm's eyes, but that didn't exempt him from acting like her father most of the time. At a table in the young princess's chambers, the Hand of the King was sitting watching as she tried on the last dress he had had ordered for the princess, who as always seemed to enjoy only her solitude.

"Fine" she replied in a small sweet voice. And that was all he said to her, showing no emotion on her face or in her voice, barely blinking. Just looking in front of the mirror. The tailor looked at Aemond as if he expected some directive more than just 'Fine'. He took another sip of his glass in silence, just before speaking.

“It's a good dress. I like the use of green and gold" Aemond replied, without a smile, just staring at the tailor, almost as if he could read what he was thinking, tasting the fear he had of him... he liked having that power over others. He took another sip and the tailor didn't know what else to do. This was not a conventional royal family in any sense. Fear, secrecy, and unease seemed to reign throughout the red fortress ever since the greens had won the war. They were all puppets and Aemond the main puppeteer. The silence was still heavy in Princess Jaehaera's chambers and the tailor dared to speak once more.

"Then, if it's fine with you, I'll retire to make the final arrangements, my prince" said the poor man. His gaze dropped from him. He could not bring himself to defeat that cruel look that Aemond seemed to maintain all the time. Several of the maids ran to help Jaehaera undress her and she just sighed sadly. She was the living example of what the war had done to the children who had spent their childhood in it. Aemond worried that she was so lonely, but he too had been a lonely child, and he hadn't fared so badly, had he? The tailor was preparing to leave when Aemond spoke with authority.

"Wait," he said, taking his hands behind his back and slowly approaching that man. The new dress twisted in his hands. Aemond's presence was more than any of this fortress could bear. “The other dress that I ordered you…” he began saying, but the tailor interrupted him.

"Is that dress also for the princess, my lord?" he asked confused, but soon realized his mistake. He had interrupted the one-eyed man at his request. Fear could be seen in his eyes at such audacity, and Aemond only smirked, as if taking mental note of the challenge.

“Do you think Princess Jaehaera will wear so many see-throughs at a tournament holding?” he asked arrogantly, perversely inviting that man to interrupt him again. Aemond couldn't see it, but Jaehaera looked at him for a moment in confusion. Finally, she just continued to be dressed by her maids.

"No, of course not, my lord," the tailor replied quickly, almost bowing to be forgiven. Aemond smiled again, amused by the situation, and returned to square himself on the ground, maintaining his always powerful posture.

"The girl who has to put it on is already here," he informed without expressing any emotion, although he was excited by the prospect of seeing you in that dress. "Tomorrow I would like you to come back with it and we can try it out to her"

"So it will be done, my lord," said the tailor, bowing a thousand times, just before leaving. Aemond smirked again and turned away. Jaehaera was already dressed again and she had leaned on the balustrade of the balcony that overlooked her room. Aemond moved to stand beside her. It was a good day.

“Hm, today is a good day for flying” was all he said and Jaehaera didn't even look at him. She this she kept watching as Morghul, her dragon, and Tessarion, Daeron's dragon, flew together through the sky, almost in perfect synchrony. Two more of the few survivors of the Dance "Maybe we could go flying together today." Aemond tried to sound excited at the prospect of spending time with her, but he knew it didn't sound natural. Few things moved Aemond anymore.

"Uncle Daeron and I already said we'd go flying together today," she whispered back. "But thank you, Uncle Aemond." Jaehaera had enjoyed the stories Aemond had told her when she'd been a child, but that was all. The beautiful memories that the princess had of her 'Uncle'. Aemond was not a loving and charming man like Daeron, not even a man given to pleasure like Aegon. He only knew obligation and duty.

Aemond turned, ready to leave Jaehaera's chambers. He would spend the rest of his day until dinner in the library. He could go see Helaena or his mother, but he would only find them mourning the loss and damage of the war. Aemond Targaryen must have been the loneliest and most feared man in the seven kingdoms.

You felt your skin burn, completely stung by the victory of that sponge she had used to scrub your body. You had told that girl, which had gone to attend to you in the bathroom, that you knew how to clean yourself. But she this she seemed to have despaired seeing your soft and slow movements during the bath and had ended up taking the sponge and doing it herself. It was clear that she used to work fast. She must not have given her time to do all his tasks in that big castle. She finally looked at you with relief when you got out of the tub and began to dry yourself off. You did it briskly while she sighed with relief and began to prepare her dress for that night.

“At least you know how to dry yourself. That reassures me” the woman told you as she took out a garment from her own trunk that she herself had brought there “By the way, my name is Mistra. I'm going to be the one to help you bathe and dress for the time you're here” she sighed tiredly as she took another green garment out of the new trunk.

"I have brought my own clothes" you answered her, pointing to the trunk that she had prepared for you in Driftmark before leaving. You walked over wrapped in the towel, and when you opened it, it smelled like home. You felt tears well up in your eyes, but you didn't cry. You couldn't cry there, when would you come back? Maybe never and that saddened you more.

Mistra looked at you for a single moment as if she took pity on you, but she only continued afterwards preparing the green dress while she watched as you looked for another one in your trunk. You brought her a black dress, with the heraldry of the Targaryens with turquoise blue motifs. You liked that dress. You showed it. As if it were what you wanted to wear and the poor woman smiled sadly, as if that garment reminded her of better times.

"You can't wear that garment. Come on, it would give the one-eyed man and her mother a heart attack if they see you with that ” she spoke to you as if you were in Driftmark. You smiled at her crazy ways, but then you remembered your father's words. You couldn't trust anyone, what if that woman and her words were just a way for you to fall into Aemond's trap? Your smile faded at that moment and the woman noticed it. You remained silent while she dressed you. You saw your reflection in the mirror. You were dressed completely green. You didn't like it and you looked the other way. "Don't worry, you'll get used to it. We all did it when they won” Mistra sighed, and you turned to look in the mirror. You wanted to go home.

Aegon took another swallow from his wineglass, until it was empty. "More," he ordered, and the cupbearer came running to refill it almost to the brim. The swollen features and scars that covered part of his face from the war made it almost impossible for Aegon to breathe or drink, but that didn't stop him from drinking. Aemond looked at him. He was sitting in the center of the table, in the king's place. They hadn't started dinner, but Aegon was already on his fourth glass of his wine. Aemond was standing behind him, waiting for the rest of his family to dine. Silence prevailed between the two brothers. Aemond had arrived on time as always, and Aegon had been brought there by the guards, on Aemond's orders. What was not done in that place if it was not under his command? The first to appear were Helaena and Alicent. Helaena was dressed in mourning for her dead children, she had almost lost her mind in those years, and Alicent was carrying her with difficulty to her chair. Aemond came over to help them, while Aegon continued to drink. Looking at the sadness and madness that reigned in that room, Aemond wondered if he had been worth the victory. But of course he was worth it. He was almost king. The room was barely lit, as it always was when Aegon dined with them, as if that would prevent the rest of his family from seeing his burn-scarred body. Now not only was the atmosphere hostile and gloomy, but it was also poorly lit. Aemond heard Daeron's laughter down the hall, and Daeron appeared with Jaehaera on his arm. The young woman's eyes always lit up when she was with her younger uncle, but they soon became dull as she entered the room, seeing that unfortunate spectacle, which more than inspired glory and triumph, exuded fear and grief. Daeron kept smiling, at least he didn't stop doing it even under the circumstances. Always gentle and nice.

“And (Y/N)?” Daeron asked, moving closer to Aemond in a whisper, having released Jaehaera to his mother. “I think you should set her as Jaehaera's lady-in-waiting. They are more or less the same age, and the princess could use a little company” Daeron whispered close to him, genuinely concerned for his niece and the loneliness that surrounded him.

"Since when have you thought and not obeying, brother?" Aemond snapped, giving him a dirty look. He fixed his only eye on his younger brother, as if he wanted to scare him away. But Daeron kept on talking to him.

"Then why did you bring her?" the knight snapped, and Aemond was just about to respond when everyone else in the room fell silent. All eyes were on the small figure that appeared dressed in green through the door of that room where they always dined. Daeron and Aemond looked at you, even Aegon stopped drinking. You felt clearly uncomfortable and looked at the only figure you knew in that room. Aemond was looking at you now with a smirk and moved closer to you. While the guard announced you. “Lady (Y/N) Velaryon” You had never been announced before and you felt your stomach turn. Aemond took your hand and led you before the others in the room. You saw Queen Mother Alicent sigh as if she didn't believe what was happening, as if the last place she expected to see you was there. She looked at her middle son as if after dinner she was going to talk to him. Aemond led you to the center of the room and there he released you. Daeron smiled as he stepped behind a young woman who must have been a little older than your age, with violet eyes and silver hair. She must be Princess Jaehaera. Daeron placed a hand on her shoulder and caressed her. You felt yourself as if you were a dog that had just been adopted, a pet for the use and enjoyment of that family. You looked at Queen Helaena, who was staring at the ground, almost as if she wasn't there.

"So, in the end, Jace did know where to put his cock" Aegon laughed, raising the glass to his misshapen lips and watching you in silence, almost as if devouring you. Everything that Aemond's cold, distant gaze hid was shooting out of Aegon's eyes. You have never felt so exposed. They introduced you to everyone who was there. That's how you met the princess, the queen and the queen mother. The latter didn't even dare to look at you, as if your presence only bothered her. But, the worst was when arrived at Aegon II's turn. He made you kneel before him and forced you to kiss one of the rings he was wearing. You realized that the war had destroyed him, but he tried to smile at you with his best smile and spoke to his brother with an amused tone “Aemond. Very good acquisition. She's very pretty when she's kneeling down.” You felt your cheeks turn red and you looked down at the ground.

Aemond did not reply. He only told you to sit down for dinner in one of the corners of the table, next to the princess. You prayed before dinner, much to your bewilderment, because in Driftmark few times they thanked the sitters before dinner, but you weathered it the best you could. You opened your eyes in half of the offering, and while you saw Aemond also with his only eye closed, Aegon looked at you funny, at the same time that he drank from his cup. He even winked at you and you closed yours again tightly. You didn't know if you could get used to that. Once the prayers were over, you began to eat. While Aegon ate without measure, the others took small bites. It even seemed to you that Aemond did not even take any food to his mouth, only occasionally his glass of wine.

Daeron was the only one smiling at that table. His eyes lit up every time he looked at Jaehaera and tried to get the two of you to talk, without much success. Everyone at that table seemed sad, and you could only be lost in thought as you turned the food on your plate.

"What a pretty little girl," Aegon whispered to Aemond, who, as always, had sat to his right at that dinner. He brought the glass back to his lips without taking his eyes off of you. You didn't even see it, too deep in your sadness to attend to anything else "Do you think that she already...? You know?" he indicated his younger brother with a suggestive grin, taking a sip again. Aemond didn't even speak. I just take another small sip from his glass. His throat was suddenly dry from imagining Aegon in the same bed as you. He was sure that it was the idea that was going through the king's rotten head at that moment.

"According to her parents she hasn't bled yet," Aemond replied for the first time taking a bite of the pheasant they had served. There was also roast pork, but he never ate pork. It was a matter of principle.

Aegon snorted in amusement at those words. "Yes of course. Those boobs belong to a girl who doesn't bleed” said the king without taking his eyes off your cleavage. Aemond had you had another of the green dresses put on you for his enjoyment. Not Aegon's.

"Anyway, your grace is not going to fuck her" Aemond replied without looking at him, continuing to eat, wishing his brother would shut up for once. He leered at you with the only good eye of his. You were very pretty that night, but he wasn't going to touch you. He had promised himself. He wasn't going to fall under the spell of legs spreading for him again. What had happened with Alys was proof of that. He couldn't fail on such base instinct again.

“So… have you brought her for yourself? To Fuck her and deliver the final blow to those bastards?” Aegon laughed, finally breaking away from whispering in Aemond's ear with his alcohol-laden breath. The one-eyed man on that occasion looked at him in a bad way.

"No. I just want to prevent her parents from trading her for something that could be a threat to our power” he said through his teeth, trying to explain, as if that was the only excuse for which he had brought you there.

"You will speak ‘your power’" Aegon replied as he returned his attention to his food. Was it the only reason? Well, he also felt that he controlled Jace that way and any desire for rebellion that much better. He now he had a hostage in king's landing. Those were all the reasons why he had brought you here. He lied to himself.

Helaena made no sound. Since she had lost Maelor and Jaehaerys, she had not enjoyed any of his encounters with Aemond. With her gaze fixed on the ceiling, she waited for her brother to finish his duty. She didn't want to get pregnant again, but she prayed to all seven of them for it every night Aemond came to her. At the beginning of marrying Aegon, Aemond's visits had begun to happen due to the lack of appreciation that the king had had for Helaena. She needed an heir, and Aemond had made her two before the war. They had fulfilled his part of the bargain. Her younger brother had never shown much sign of enjoying it, though she had at first. She had caressed and kissed him in search of a simple touch of love. Aemond had sometimes smiled, sometimes, very rarely, laughed, and sometimes he had returned her kisses. But not now, now it was just the obligation to maintain a status quo that didn't make anyone happy.

Aemond continued his methodical thrusts of her, not even looking at his sister who lay beneath him, her legs spread and her body drenched with the sweat that dripped from his body. Now Aemond was even thinner, but he was still slender and strong. His white skin was seen on many occasions crossed by scars that were even whiter as a result of the Dance and some confrontation that he had had afterwards. He continued his duty by pinning his one eye against the wall. He had undressed out of habit, as if it would help either of them finish sooner, and he had left the eye patch on. They would finish soon. He told himself. He worked on his mind to get aroused. He thought of Alys and the encounters he'd had with her in Harrenhal. Always torrid and passionate. He thought of her seeking his release and continued to move his hips almost desperately to finish. Something like a snarl escaped his lips at that moment, just as he remembered that time he'd fucked Alys on her fours and she'd smiled over her shoulder as if she'd enjoyed it. He wanted to believe that she had enjoyed it.

One of his hands grabbed one of Helaena's thighs and moved her under him. He was close to his climax. He buried his head in the pillows. Gods. He pictured you. It was a simple moment. You, like Alys, seemed to enjoy it. You screamed his name like he was a god while you cumed. All your hair scattered across the pillow as he kept pounding into you. You yelled at him that you loved him and he still didn't slow down. He growled again and gave two last thrusts that released him from the tension that had occurred in his lower stomach. He had verified in recent times that if he thought of you, that duty became a little more enjoyable. He came out from between Helaena's legs, who was still in that position. The maester had instructed her not to move afterwards, thus increasing the chances of conception.

Aemond got out of bed and went to the table where there was a single glass of wine. He took a drink while he looked out the large window of the room. He heard his sister cry, trying to control herself and return to silence. He placed both hands on the cool stone and stretched out his back. He was tired. But, he realized why he had brought you to King's Landing. You smiled. You were the only person he had seen genuinely smile in all those years. He remembered the first time he had seen you swim on the beach, so smiling and pretty, and he told himself that he also wanted to be the reason for your happiness. He hated himself for wishing for something so stupid.

[mariaxxxxx]

Chapter 5 - The pleasure and pain you offer me ( +18)

Summary: To save your nation You are given as a bride to a sea god.

Warnings: 18+ ONLY/ Minors DNI, Angust, Hurt comfort, Sex, Apologies, Crying, Creampie, Passionate sex, virgin!reader, size difference, smut, soft!dom!, HEA, somnophille, slight degradation, duvious consent, pregnancy, arranged marriage, inexperienced reader, abortion commented, unprotected sex (don't do that wrap this thing), kidnapping, aftercare, curse words.

A/N: English is not my mother tongue. I apologize for any errors.

A/N: Reader is heavily implied to be Mexican but i tried to keep it as free to the imagination as possible

A/N: Hi people! I hope you haven't abandoned me. I apologize for taking so long to post the new chapter. I underwent a medical procedure and am still in the recovery process.

Work count: 2.958

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You were taken to the hut where you first saw K'uk'ulkan. The man left her on the ground and walked away with impressive speed. You were still out of orbit when your maids surrounded you and began to take off your dress, jewelry and ornaments. Her hairstyle was undone leaving her hair loose. Her magnificent wedding dress was replaced by one in a light, semi-transparent fabric. With the work completed, your maids left with mischievous smiles on their lips, leaving you alone in the room.

You needed all your strength. Not physically, at least at that moment. But you had to gather all your courage and self-control during that time when you were alone in the cabin. After all, when K'uk'ulkan entered that environment, her current husband, would enjoy what was rightfully his; You. Your mother and priestesses had prepared you for this moment. They instructed him that the marriage bed could be good for both of them; You must please and be pleased too.

However, even with the instructions received, you still felt nervous, you had never even kissed a man and now you had to consummate the marriage. You knew that you would be naked in front of each other, you knew that it would touch you that he should enter You to plant his seed, and you still knew, from listening to one of the priestesses, that during the first time pain might arise. One of them told him, just before the procession, that a woman's first time hurt as much as burning her skin on a hot metal plate. Her mother scolded the priestess for uttering such foolish words, turned to You and said: “It is just a nuisance, my daughter, it will pass. How to thread a ball of yarn through the eye of a needle. It's a question of space.”

Your mother's words echoed through your mind making things even more confusing and frightening for You. To try to distract yourself, You observed for the first time, truly, the private environment that was your husband's and now hers. There were richly designed paintings on the walls, some still incomplete. You ran your fingertips between the images, admiring the lines and details. You found it in your own mind to ask what those drawings meant to the culture you now belonged to.

You were startled when you heard the sound of footsteps approaching. You turned around, watching your husband near the entrance. She was not as well dressed as before; his serpent-shaped ornament was taken off, as were his golden shoulder pads and bracelets and his cape. All that remained on her body were green shorts with white details.

“I apologize for this, my queen. Talokan may have harsh traditions for foreigners.”

"Everything is fine." You said as you clasped your hands in front of your body. “I don't know exactly what happened so I haven't had time to form any opinions about what it was all about.”

He found your answer funny and was ready to laugh, a lot.

“In Talokan, after the wedding, the bride and groom are undressed and taken to the wedding bed by their guests.”

“Oh!” the sound escaped his mouth. “Remind me to thank the man who brought me here safely. I wouldn’t feel comfortable being undressed in front of everyone.”

“I’ll thank him myself for not allowing anyone to undress her.”

“So...” You said, trying not to show your nervousness. “What do these paintings mean?”

“I made them myself.” He said looking at them with great pride. “They tell the story of my birth. It’s not complete yet.”

“I didn’t know my husband was such a talented artist.”

He let out a cute giggle and seemed to blush at his words. You thought his reaction to such a flippant compliment was funny.

“I appreciate the compliment.”

“I hope our children have your talent.” You blurted out.

“I hope they are as beautiful as their mother.” He is approaching You, like a serpent about to pounce on its prey, a hungry serpent before the most succulent bird. “You, my queen, are the most beautiful woman there is.”

“My husband didn’t pay close attention to the other women.” You said as you flinched slightly at his touch on your cheek.

“I never argue with myself, I know what I’m saying, I say that my wife is the most beautiful woman there is.” He whispered with the rest close to his, eliciting a smile from You.

“I appreciate the compliment, my husband.”

“It wasn’t a compliment.” He replied. “It's an observation” He starts a trail of kisses down your neck. “Come with me, my queen.”

K'uk'ulkan guided you to a part of the hut where there was a circular reed large enough to take up the entire space. You were surprised that the piece of furniture fit in a seemingly tight space. You could, one day, ask him how the architectural system of that place worked, but his thoughts were more interested in what he would do with You on the padded furniture.

"What should I do now?" You asked looking at him. His eyebrows arched into an expression of disbelief. You felt like an idiot in that moment for asking something so stupid.

“Anything my wife wants.” He said as he approached You. “Tell me what your heart desires.” He brought his face close to his, their lips almost touching.

You didn't know what your heart wanted, but your body demanded that man, needed him. You advanced on him, truly kissing him for the first time, it was awkward and awkward at first, but your husband was willing to guide you. When You finally got the hang of it, the kiss became pure desire and passion, much more than You could have expected.

K'uk'ulkan took you in his arms, without stopping to kiss you for a single moment on the way to the reeds, he put you on your feet and took off, or rather, tore off your dress, leaving you completely naked for the delight of his eyes. .

"So beautiful." He whispered as he ran his black eyes over her uncovered body.

His chin was pulled forward and your lips crashed against his once again. You returned the kiss in a few seconds. His tongue pushed her lips and they parted welcoming him very willingly. The hand that held his jaw snaked towards his and pulled you closer, deepening the kiss making your mind spin and your heart flutter. His hand grabbed his chest, searching for something to hold on to while the other was around his neck.

You gently pushed him away, panting; your eyes met his which sent goosebumps across your skin. His chest heaved, his eyelids trembled and his legs were as soft as leaves. K'uk'ulkan held You by the waist, preventing You from moving away from him. His lips didn't stay away from yours for long, they brushed against yours once again, causing waves of electricity to course through your body.

"Sweet." He murmured against your lips, opening his eyes. K'uk'ulkan seemed very happy to see his current state. He hovered over You with a beautiful smile pulled on his lips while yours could barely be felt. He slid his hand down her shoulders, his fingers caressing the soft skin.

You let out a startled cry as you fell backwards into the reeds with your husband hovering over you. He seemed happy with your reaction as the beaming smile never left him. Her husband bent down and ran his fingers over the space between her breasts, leaving a hot trail wherever he went.

“I will take good care of you, my love.” He spoke while leaning on his shins, placing himself between her legs. He kept his eyes fixed on hers as he held her foot with one hand and brushed his fingers against her belly. He was slow in his actions wanting You to feel all the pleasure he could provide. When K'uk'ulkan's fingers brushed against your intimacy You let out a sigh and a loud moan.

"My husband." You whispered, as your heart pounded in your chest. He laughed at the situation, he seemed to enjoy the way you looked miserable under his touches. He began to plant delicate kisses on your inner thigh, You shivered, and dug his fingers into the sheets beneath You.

“K’uk’ulkan… oh Gods!” You screamed when you felt tongue and lips on your pussy. You struggled as you felt the mix of strange but pleasurable reactions. K'uk'ulkan opened her legs even further and began to devour her pussy. You could feel the cool jade of his nose ornament brushing against your sensitive, wet flesh. In one quick movement he used his tongue to play with your entrance, the sudden action made your hips contract and you moved away. But before You could get anywhere he pulled You closer by your legs.

“Don’t walk away from me.” He said with a slight hint of irritation in his voice as he held your hips firmly.

“I’m sorry…” You spoke in a pathetic whisper. “I’m not going to walk away.”

“You are being sweet to me, my love. I appreciate that." He purred, his eyes fixed on yours. He dragged his lips along her skin and dove back into her pussy, which was getting wetter and wetter. You moaned and writhed at the explosion of pleasure that filled every cell in your body.

With his fingers digging into her hips, her husband dragged his tongue over and around her wet flesh. He ate You, caressing your sensitive pussy with his tongue tasting your sweetness. His hands slid into his black hair and his knees knocked against his body. A strange feeling slowly filled his body; first on the toes and went up with each stimulus.

“K'uk'ulkan...” You said urgently as the strange feeling seemed to grow more and more. “I...I...I think...” He ignored you and held your pussy even closer to his face. Licking, sucking with more desire.

One of his hands left her hips and pressed one of her breasts, squeezing and playing with the erect nipples. His tongue snaked around your pussy making you see stars. Her nails raked his scalp and her thighs squeezed her husband's broad shoulders. While his legs trembled, his heart jumped, his toes twitched and his fingers tightened on the sheets, K'uk'ulkan pulled with his lips a specific spot on her pussy, causing a violent result.

A scream of pleasure escaped your throat, heat coursed through your body trapping You in a world of wonder, your toes curled unable to hold steady and a wave of pure satisfaction filled every inch of your body. When the feeling went away, you were nothing more than a messy little thing staring at the cave ceiling. You were stuck in a trance of pleasure that you didn't feel your husband pulling out of your pussy. With the back of his hand he wiped the traces of pleasure from your mouth and beard, but he didn't do a good job: You got so wet that the remnants of your excitement remained in your beard.

With his eyes focused on her face, he ran his hand down her waist and across her ribs. The calloused palms felt his breasts and then the hands wandered to his neck. He held her jaw and gazed into her eyes, still clouded with pleasure.

“Ah my queen. My sweet and beautiful queen.” He said teasingly, a wicked smile stretched across her lips. You blushed at the words said and wondered how that man had so much power over you.

K'uk'ulkan stood back on his heels and removed the shorts he was wearing. You blushed violently and looked away when his waiting member became hard and rigid. He pushed his body until he was on top of you with his arms placed on either side of your head. He leaned in and pressed his lips against yours once more. He forced your lips apart and his tongue met his. He kissed you gently but intensely, teasing every corner of your lips until he kissed you more deeply.

His hips pressed against his as he began to rub his cock against her sensitive pussy. You sighed, separating your lips from his as his dick was pushed against his pussy. You moaned, your legs opening to have more of that contact, when you felt the head of his dick brush against a sensitive spot. Electricity shot up her spine at that action, but her mind was distracted by yet another voracious kiss from her husband. He bit your jaw, licked your chin with his tongue. You shivered in his arms from the excess stimulation on his body. You moaned his name more than once as he ground his hips into yours repeatedly.

You squirmed against his body, until your cheek was pressed against his, feeling his beard. He pressed his mouth once again against his as his hand roamed his body in gentle touches. He gently squeezed her breasts, passed her belly and guided it to the small space between her hips. Grasping the base of his cock, her husband ran the head up and down, and back again, up and down her pussy. His body shuddered against his and a huge gasp escaped You as he began to press against You.

His legs twitched trying to close before the intrusion. Sue's husband kept his knees open as he slowly entered You. When he was halfway in, You began to let out pained moans and whimpers at the opening his penis forced into his body. K'uk'ulkan muffled her sounds with gentle kisses to her lips.

“It’s okay, my love.” He murmured to You, gently. But You were convinced that he was too big for You. Your heart clenched in your chest and your belly twisted in pain when he was finally inside You. You felt his hips pressed against his. You can feel his member inside him, your breath caught in your throat. He risked a slow movement. You let out a loud moan, struggled, closing your eyes tightly and digging your nails into your husband's back. He let out a moan when he felt all of her heat envelop him.

“It hurts.” You said, trying to get rid of him on you and inside you.

“It will pass soon.” He warned as he gave another slow thrust. Even with all the lubrication present, the pain was unbearable; he was big and thick.

“Please...” You exclaimed, struggling beneath him. “It hurts.”

Without you noticing, a stubborn tear came out of your pupil and slid down your cheek. The discomfort was too much. The pain was too much. You had never felt such a sensation in your entire life. K'uk'ulkan guided his left hand over his face and wiped away the stubborn tear.

“I’ll stay put until you get used to it.” He whispered between moans and sighs.

You could feel your husband's hard cock inside you, still. It was a mixture of pressure and laceration. His lower abdomen burned with heat and heat. You looked at him bent over You, with his face pressed against your right shoulder letting out low moans. The pain didn't go away, it was as if the sensation was going to tear him in half. Her eyes closed, her fingers rubbed her nails hard across the entire length of his back.

His attention was diverted when he felt a hot liquid drip from his entrance. The curse had broken, as a trickle of blood ran down his thigh and dripped onto the sheets, a moan left his lips and echoed around you. It made you dizzy as the pain was replaced by a small tickle of something more welcoming that blossomed in your core as he remained in your torn canal.

“K'uk'ulkan...” He fixed his gaze with a sullen expression. “It doesn’t hurt anymore.”

His grimace was replaced by a wide smile. He brought his chest closer and removed his dick from her pussy. His lips exhaled a loud moan at the movement. A strange sensation surrounded his body that oscillated between pain, pleasure and fear.

He lowered his head and kissed you once again. He guided his cock into her pussy again, this time with one powerful thrust. He dragged his cock against her tight walls, pulling back only a fraction before repeating the thrusting motion. His face contorted with each thrust. His dick made sure you were full, feeling him touch your most sensitive spots. His eyes began to roll back, his eyelashes fluttering, as his legs began to shake with each hard thrust.

Her nails scratched his muscular back as a violent explosion of pleasure made it impossible to control her body hissing. You tightened your thighs around him as your walls clenched and rippled in that feeling of pleasure. K'uk'ulkan continued his thrusts, this time, chasing his own release.

Pleasure clouded your feelings as You felt the heat of your husband's seed being spilled deep inside You. His throat closed and You choked on the violent waves of electricity that coursed through his body. He left You filled with his hot seed, with eyes closed and limbs numb. At that moment it was as if the sun rose in the west and set in the east, the seas dried up and the mountains were blown by the wind like leaves.

[gremlintheslut]

Forever theirs

Chapter 10∆...yes She does

The judgment day x fem!afab!reader

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I sit nervously on my mommy's hip as she walks down to the basement. The boys follow closely behind us. We enter the basement and walk right past an open door leading to my old room. I racked my brain for ideas as to where we are going. Mommy stops at a door I remember seeing when I first left my room but I never thought about it.

Rhea steps back and Damian takes her place in front of the door. He pulls a key out of his pocket and pushes it into the keyhole of the door. He twists the door handle but the door doesn't budge.

He slams into the door with his side and it swings open. I look into the room and see the room Finn took me to the day before they took me. I look at the comfy silk sheet and I'm suddenly very happy they didn't take me to my old room. My eyes lock onto the familiar toys on the wall and wonder if anything will be different this time.

Mommy sets me down on the edge of the bed. I watch as the boys walk around the side of the bed like sharks circling dinner. The butterflies in my tummy flutter as I realize they might be getting toys.

Mommy grabs the hem of my dress and I shift my weight on the bed so I'm no longer sitting on my dress. She pulls it up and I put my arms up so she can remove my dress from my body.

I sit completely naked as Mommy didn't give me any undies. "now things are gonna be a bit different this time" she says. I'm even more excited as I think she's going to tell me we get to use toys today.

"do you know what safe words are sweetie?" Damian asks as he returns to my field of vision. " no Daddy" I shake my head. "okay, well we use something called a traffic light system" I nod my head listening closely.

"red means stop everything I don't like this, orange means something wrong please fix it, and green means you're fine" I smile knowing I can make them stop if I want. "so if you're in pain you yell red and everything stops," Rhea says making sure I understand.

"But if you wanna beg and beg us to stop we'll keep going because you seemed to like that" She finishes and I blush like crazy knowing damn well I'll beg. 

I watch as Mommy undresses in front of me. First her shirt, then her pants, then her bra, and finally her panties. I stare at her chest the whole time and fail to notice the boys undressing themselves too. Mommy climbs onto the bed straddling my lap. She leans down and presses her lips to mine. She's soft and gentle with me to start off.

I feel the bed dip and arms wrap around my waist. Next, I feel lips against my neck sucking hickeys into my skin. I feel rheas tongue brush against my lips and I part them for her. I'm lost in the kiss and for a second I forget that 2 people are watching us.

Next thing I know both sets of lips are removed from my body and I am pinned down. I look up and see Dom looking straight back, straddling my lap. His hands that are pinning my wrists are seamlessly swapped for Rhea's. "be a good girl for us" he tells me as he moves from my lap to in between my legs.

He lines himself up and slowly pushes into my cunt. My eyes water as I adjust to his size. He begins to move when he thinks I'm ready. He slowly thrust in and out of me and the pain I feel slowly begins to fade and be replaced by pleasure.

He moves a hand down from my hip and places his thumb on my clit. He slowly rubs Figure 8's into my clit as he picks up the pace of his thrusting. Tears of pleasure run down my face and out of the corner of my eye, I can see Damian jerking off.

I decided to look at the other members and find they are all masturbating. I am slightly shocked but I only look for a second more. Dom finds my G-spot and begins to hit it with every thrust.

I close my eyes and tilt my head back and let moans leave my mouth freely. I can hear the grunts from all the other members as I feel my orgasm approaching. "can I please cum, Daddy?" I say after being interrupted by moans several times.

"I think you've been a good enough girl," he says and I let out breathy thank yous as my release hits me like a bus. He cums at the same time as me and fucks me through my orgasm. He slowly comes to a stop and takes his hand away from clit.

After a few seconds, we've both caught our breaths and he carefully pulls out. "let's get you cleaned up sweetie" he says kissing me on the lips before getting up from his place in the bed.

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