#Top private waterfall

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Kulaniapia Falls | Best Waterfall on the Big Island, Hilo, Hawaii

Kulaniapia Falls is Hawaii's top private waterfall and offers day passes and unique off-the-grid accommodations and adventurous activities to do on the Big Island.

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Rifugio Dei Pirati | Italian countryside villa

Nestled at the top of the tallest hill in Tartosa and with surrounding waterfalls, private breaches and tropical trees. This place is the perfect villa for your Sims to rent for a peaceful vacation.

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[statusexile]

Michelin Star Treatment and My Body's On The Menu

Summary: You work as a naked sushi model in a high-end Japanese restaurant and professionalism was the name of the game. But when Ghost and Konig walked through the door, your composure was put to the test.

Pairing: Simon “Ghost” Riley x Reader x Konig

Warnings: afab!reader, dub con, exhibitionist, nipple play, fingering, squirting, wakamezake, mask kink, reader goes by she/her pronouns.

Word count: 1,804 words

NSFW. MDNI!

a/n: Nyotaimori (女体盛り) is the Japanese practice of serving sashimi or sushi from the naked body of a woman. This fic probably wouldn’t be 100% accurate to the real-life practice because I’m not Japanese. Nonetheless, feedback and suggestion are always welcome, along with reblogs and likes. Thank you for reading! ❤️

Working as a naked sushi model for a high-end restaurant was never your dream. Your friends and family always find your job as peculiar. They always ask you why would you want to be a human sushi platter for wealthy people. While some people see your job as an art form and others think it’s degrading to women. You didn’t care about their opinions anyway; it kept food on the table and paid your bills and that was all that really mattered to you.

Still feeling a bit groggy from the long shift, you sat down on a bench in the fitting room and began counting your tip money. The day had been long, but the customers were generous, you are pleased with the amount of money you have made today. Even though one group of customers that you got earlier were a bunch of drunk and obnoxious business men. They’re not trying to grope you or anything, but they’re just really rowdy and it hurts your head so bad. Unfortunately, you can’t say anything because you're not allowed to speak while you're on the job.

You get up from the bench and begin tidying your hair and make-up. There’s only one more reservation for the day: a table for two people. Perhaps they’re a couple, you think to yourself. At least it shouldn't be as disastrous as the earlier group, as you walked out from the changing room into the private dining room that was booked by the pair. The interior of the room was opulent. Soft lighting and the sounds of waterfall provided a serene atmosphere, while traditional Japanese motifs of cherry blossom and zen gardens adorned the walls. The restaurant was clearly designed to create a serene and elegant ambience that would enhance the dining experience for the guests.

You took off your kimono, leaving you bare, and climbed onto the dining table, lying down on top of it. The sushi chefs began decorating your body with a variety of sushi and sashimi, placing them on top of leaves that had been sanitized to prevent direct contact with your skin. After that, they covered your nipples and your genital area with flowers. And now all you have to do is wait for the customer to arrive at the restaurant.

It doesnt take very long for the pair to arrive. They’re two tall, muscular men in military attire, and you can see the outlines of their muscles on their clothes. Both of them are wearing masks: one is wearing a skull-printed mask, while the other is wearing a draped style mask.

Your heart skipped a beat when the two men entered the dining room. You’ve always been intrigued by masked men - there's something alluring and mysterious about them. You didn’t know if they were hot or ugly underneath their masks, it doesn’t matter to you, it was the mystery that made you so intrigued and turned on about them.

They sat down on the tatami and ordered sake from the waitress; it didn’t take long for the waitress to come back with their drinks. They began eating immediately, taking some of the sushi that was placed on top of your stomach. The dinner went well so far. You could hear both men talking about their jobs in the military - the one with the skull-printed mask spoke with a deep, husky British accent, while the one with the draped mask spoke with a thick German accent. Soon you learned their names were Ghost and Konig.

They spoke about an upcoming mission, using fancy words, code names, and military slang that you didn't understand. But all you could focus on was their sexy voices - it was as if they were trying to turn you. You couldn't do anything about it - you couldn’t even move your body an inch while you were still with the customer. So, all you could do was stare at the ceiling, trying to not let it bother you.

They were nearly finished with their meals, and you felt a bit disappointed because it means they would leave soon - but you didn't know that the real fun was about to begin.

Suddenly, you felt Konig’s fingers graze your thigh. You were surprised by his sudden action - this felt so wrong that you should have stand up and called the manager at this point - but you were already so turned on at his touch. You could feel a shiver running down your spine.

“So beautiful,” Konig mutters so himself, still grazing his fingers on your thigh, “Shall we have some fun with her, Lieutenant?”

“Your call, Colonel. I’m down if you’re down.” Ghost replied while he stares at you. You could only see his eyes, but you could feel the lust in his stare. It looks like he’s going to devour you whole.

“Alright then,” Konig said as he removed the flower that covered your fold. You’re already so turned on at this point and his action made it even worse.

“Clench your thigh real tight, schatz.” You didn't know why, but you immediately complied with his command, so you clenched your thighs as tight as possible. You could see Konig pouring the sake between them. You could feel the cold liquid grazing your hot skin as you let out a soft mewl from the sensation as it’s slowly running down in between your thighs. He lifts his mask up and starts slurping the sake directly from your crotch, you could feel his soft lips touching your fold. This is so inappropriate, and you could definitely get fired if your supervisor found out that you allowed a customer to do something like this. But your body could only succumb to his action. You’re already way too deep in it anyway and there’s no turning back at point. “So delicious,” Konig said after he finished drinking, wiping his own lips with his hands. “Your turn, Lieutenant.” he added as he passed the sake bottle to Ghost. Ghost did the same thing Konig did earlier. He poured some more sake between your clenched thighs, slurping them, but suddenly after he finished drinking, he opens your legs a bit and give a single lick at your labia. You let out a moan, still trying to keep quiet, but now it’s getting harder. “She’s indeed delicious, Colonel.” he said to Konig in a satisfied tone, “Don’t worry love, we’re gonna make you feel so good” he added. Konig started to remove the flowers that covered your nipples, you could sense the chilly air gently brushing against them.

Konig and Ghost scooch over from their seats, and now their faces facing your breasts. “Open your legs real wide for us, sweetheart. Please, allow us to return the favor for your hospitality this evening.” Konig hums in your ear. Both of them slowly opens your legs, revealing your now dripping cunt that’s been covered with your own liquid and the sake from earlier.

“Shall we enjoy the dessert for the night, Colonel?” “After you, Lieutenant.”

Suddenly, both of them start latching to your nipples, as Konig’s hand starts rubbing your damp cunt with his calloused hand. You let out a loud gasp as you jerk your head back from the sudden sensation. One of Ghost’s hands pinning you down, ensuring you stay still in your place. You tried to wiggle your body, but his hand was so strong, keeping you in your position.

“Be quiet, love. We don't want anyone outside to know we're doing this, do we?” Ghost purred in your ear in between sucking your breast. You could only nod at his words, feeling absolutely lost in the pleasure they’re giving to you. Konig starts to insert two of his fingers inside you and start thrusting them. You bit your lips so hard they’re probably bleeding at this point but you didn’t even pay attention to it as you lost to the overstimulation and pleasure.

“So fucking wet for us” Konig whispered while his mouth is still latching to your breast, now he’s using his thumb to play with your clit and adding another finger inside you. You've already surrendered to them, letting them do whatever they want to you at this point. You could feel your holes stretched thin with his fingers as if he shoved his entire fist inside you because of how thick his fingers are.

Your body shudders as they keep sucking your breasts without mercy and Konig finger-fucking you relentlessly. You’re trying so fucking hard to stay quiet, only letting out soft moans and pants, making everything even more painful than it already is.

“I could feel you’re clenching around my fingers, schatz. Come on, I know you’re so close. I know you can do it.” Konig whispers seductively in your ear. You could feel your brain becoming mush. Your body feels like it's about to explode as you start mumbling nonsense words. You didn't care at this point if anyone outside could hear it, you just want to cum so fucking bad.

It only took a few more thrusts of Konig’s fingers before you cum, your body shakes violently and your vision turns static from the orgasm he gave you. He still thrusting them over and over, milking your orgasm dry. You squirted all over the table, basically drenching the entire surface with your cum.

“Ah, there you go… I know you can do it. Was für ein gutes Mädchen” Konig finally gave one last thrust and pulls out his fingers from your cunt. Both of them give your nipples on last lick after finally letting them go. Your body seems like it can't stop trembling. “So good, so fucking good...” you mumbled softly, your voice is still shaking.

“I guess we have to clean up this mess. We can’t let your supervisor know you’re doing this with customers.” Ghost chuckled as he took a couple of napkins to clean up the mess you made on the table. It takes you around five minutes before you're able to regain your composure.

Both of them stand up from their tatami. Konig pulls out his wallet from his back pocket, takes out some money, and slips it into your hands, giving you a very generous tip.

“Compliment to the chef, the food was delicious.” Ghost said as he opened the door, and both he and Konig went out from the dining room, leaving you alone.

After a few more minutes, finally manage to sit and starts counting the tip that Konig gave you, which basically covers two months’ worth of rent. You can only laugh to yourself, still confused by everything that happened earlier, but you are very satisfied at the same time.

Maybe this is the best job that you could ever have, after all.

[mariposa-writes]

Stressed - Travis Kelce

Travis Kelce x reader

Summary: Travis just wants to help you.

Word count: 1.5k

A/N: Trying to put more Travis fics out there, since there are barely any. This is my first time ever posting on here, please let me know what you think. Thanks and have a great day!

You sat at Travis's dining room table, looking over your stack of bills. It felt like they were never-ending, and it seemed like no mattered how much you worked there was never enough money.

You were constantly stressed, over everything. You couldn't even remember the last time you'd felt even slightly relaxed. The bills you received yesterday, were much higher than expected. Then you had to find time to work at your job while interning at KPMG, one of the top accounting firms. Not to mention you had 3 essays due soon along with multiple assignments. Plus Travis had some event he wanted you to attend, where you would officially be showing up as a couple.

You guys had decided to keep your relationship on the DL for the past year and managed to keep your relationship hidden from the public.

Travis placed a hand on your shoulder, making you jump. You hadn't even noticed that he'd gotten home. "Hey, it's just me." He chuckled, finding your reaction funny. You got up out of your chair, placing a quick kiss on his cheek. "Sorry," you mumbled before cleaning up the mess you'd created on his dining room table.

You quickly hid the bills under some of your notes, not wanting Travis to know you were struggling. You knew Travis all too well, knowing he would want to do anything he could to help you, whether that meant paying off your student debt or paying all of your bills. Hell, he'd probably even higher someone to write your essay's for you if you asked.

You were his world, and he was willing to do anything to make your life easier.

You quickly shoved the papers into your backpack, "I'll get started on dinner. I didn't realize what time it was." You said, getting ready to head into the kitchen.

"Hey," Travis grabbed your wrist, leading you back to him. "What's wrong?"

You blinked a few times, "Nothing, everything's fine. Just tired." You plastered a smile on your face, trying to be convincing. His eyes narrowed, clearly not believing you.

He sighed, deciding to let it go. "Why don't I cook tonight." He suggested, "You can go take a relaxing bath or something."

"Are you sure?" You asked knowing Travis didn't normally cook, "I can help if you want?"

"Babe, don't worry, I actually can cook, believe it or not." He laughed slightly.

"Not," you mumbled. You'd guys been together for a little over a year, and he hardly ever cooked. If you didn't feel like cooking, then you'd guys either order in, or he'd have his private chef come cook up a meal.

He slapped your butt as you turned to walk away, "I heard that." You laughed before rushing up the stairs to take a shower.

You loved Travis's shower, especially when he was with you. Sadly he was cooking dinner, so you had to enjoy the waterfall shower alone. At least you got to make the water scolding hot when you were alone, Travis always accused you of trying to burn your skin off with how hot you liked the water.

After your shower you changed into one of his shirts, that went to mid thigh on you and threw on some shorts you had in the dresser Travis had gotten for you 6 months ago.

You ventured down stairs with a smile on your face, feeling slightly relaxed after your shower. You could also smell the food from down stairs and it surprisingly smelled delicious.

Your smile quickly left your face when you turned the corner and saw Travis standing over your bag, with papers in hand. "What are you looking at?" You asked, despite already knowing what he was looking at.

Travis dropped the papers on the table, "Why didn't tell me you were struggling to pay your bills? Is this why you've been so distant lately?" His words were unexpected, you didn't think you'd been distant lately. You always tried to be in the present when you were with him.

You snatched the papers up and shoved them back into your bag. "You had no right to look through my stuff." You seethed. You couldn't believe he actually went in your bag and looked through your personal belongs.

"Well, I feel like I have to cause you'll barely talk to me anymore." Travis threw his hands up, frustrated at the situation.

You walked to the kitchen and grabbed your keys from the counter. You hated fighting and all you could think about was getting out of there before it got worse. "I have homework, I need to go home and finish it." You stated, walking out of his front door and to your car.

"Y/n" He called, following you. You ignored him, opening you car door and getting in. He caught the door before you could slam it shut. "Babe, don't leave please. We can talk about this."

"Trav," you pleaded. "I don't wanna fight right now. I just wanna go home."

"Bab-" you interrupted him by closing the door, starting your car and backing out of the driveway. He stood there watching you the whole time.

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The next day you had gotten up and went to your classes. Travis had been texting you all day, but you weren't responding.

You didn't know what to say, you felt like Travis had invaded your private information. Travis was an open book, he would tell you anything you asked. But you were more closed off.

You didn't trust people as easily as him. Maybe, because of the way you grew up. You learned to be independent form a young age and your mom always taught you to never trust anyone.

This caused some issues between you and Travis, even if you didn't realize. Like the time he bought you a car because, he didn't want you driving your old beater that had trouble starting up during the winter.

He worried that it would break down and you'd get stranded somewhere. Well, you're still driving that car and Travis has a spare car parked in his garage since he refused to return it.

You walked up to your apartment, feeling even more tired than normal. You hadn't been home all day, after your classes ended at 2 you went to the place you're interning at and worked until 6, then you went to your other job and worked till close.

It was now 11:15 and when you opened your door, you didn't expect to see Travis sitting on your bed. His head snapped up when the door opened and you walked through. "Trav, what-"

"I'm sorry. I shouldn't have looked through your stuff. I don't wanna fight, I love you so much baby and it kills me when you're mad at me." He was now standing in front of you cupping your face with his hands. "I just want to make your life easier. You could've told me you were struggling. I would've helped you pay your bills."

You sighed, leaning into his hand. Travis loved physical contact, while you were the opposite. You hated hugging your friends, or anyone for that matter. But when it came to Travis you craved his touch. "That's why I didn't tell you. I knew you would want to pay for everything and fix it. I can handle it myself, I've been doing it for the past 22 years. "

"Just cause you have been doing it doesn't mean you still have too. I'm here now, you're not alone anymore." Tears started to well up in your eyes.

"But what happens when I become dependent on you, and you leave me" He tried to cut you off, to tell you that'd never happen but you kept going. "Trav, you have literal super models in your dm's. What if you wake up one day and realize you don't wanna be with me and you want to be with one of them." You were crying now, you'd never voiced these fears to Travis. He wiped every tear that fell away with his thumb. "Then I'm alone and I don't know how to function on my own anymore, because I'm so dependent on you."

"Babe, I'm never gonna leave you." He knew where these thoughts were coming from. "I'm not your father, I would never leave you because I thought I found something better."

"How do you know?"

"Because I already know that you're the best there is." He took your hand in his. "Babe, we fit together so well. You fit with my family so well. Jason and his family love you, my parents love you, and most importantly I love you. So I'm begging you to stop shutting me out. Turn to me when you need help."

"I love you too Kelce." He leaned down, his lips meeting yours. His tongue slipped between your lips, making you moan. You were certain that he was the best kisser in the world. This continued for a few minutes, you growing wetter by the minute.

"Move in with me." He said, his forehead resting against yours. Your eyes widening, "and before you say no, just know that I've been thinking about this for a while. This isn't a split second decision."

Your mind told you no, but for once you decided to listen to your heart. "Yes." He smiled, before his lips meet yours again. He lead you over to your bed and you two had the best night of your life.

[simmervlogs]

Hello Simmers, welcome to Château Chantlilly, a family home (5 bedroom, 3 bathroom) in Windenburg.

This beautiful Château, also known as the "Chantlilly", sits on a moat. Elegant, fully restored property dates from the second third of the 18th century. The high quality construction is in the classical style, topped by a large triangular pediment pierced by an oculus. In front of the main courtyard, the château is stood upon a moat, surrounded by walled parklands greeting you with twin curved stairways. As you cross the threshold, you are immediately imbued with the soul of this timelessly elegant residence.

The immaculate lush walls reflect the light that streams in through the tall windows and high ceilings .On the ground floor, an entrance hall leads to a informal living room adjoining a dinning room. The reception rooms are extremely refined and open, with marble flooring and beautiful fireplace topped by a trumeau mirror.

To the left of the entrance is a a beautifully appointed kitchen, bar and pantry which also connects to the the dinning. Two twin curved staircases greet you to both wings of the home with an attractive wrought-iron banister leads to the upper floors.

On the second floor, 3 spacious and luminous ensuite, decorated in light tones and with parquet flooring, have retained their mirrored fireplaces. The ground floor is also equipped with another bathroom, office, external suite for guests or your in-laws and a very private art gallery hidden behind the bookcases.

Meticulous restoration, carried out with an obvious love of authenticity, has preserved the unique character of this Château. Exceptional services have brought modernity and comfort to this residence, while preserving its soul.

Enjoy the lush gardens, waterfall, ponds and pool while you gaze upon the elegance that is now your home, Château Chantlilly.

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[astarion-approves]

Astarion x Reader

Some fluff, very slight angst, and an adorable kitten.

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The sun is shining brightly, leaving a warm embrace of its touch upon your skin. You take a moment to stand in the light and enjoy it. After all, it’s not every day Astarion asks you to join him in a private walk.

At least not during the day, that is.

“I do cherish these moments, you know.”

Astarion joins your side, the vampire you’ve come to love pausing to lift his head and in the direction of the sun. You feel your heart beat faster as you gaze at this mysterious vampire.

A man enjoying his freedom, grateful of feeling the sun again.

“It’s not very often that we find ourselves alone… and with this much clothing on-“

Astarion chuckles, his laughter bringing that lovely feeling in your chest, a feeling that you’ve been eager to share. But then his smile falters, and you watch as he worries at his bottom lip. His fangs catching at the edge, the sharpness reminding you of everything he’s capable of.

“Look, there’s… something we need to talk about.”

Astarion tilts his head, motioning you to follow him. It’s unlike the vampire to move so slowly, his feet dragging in front of you as he leads you to a large rock to sit together.

He stares straight ahead, refusing to make eye contact with you. You notice how his hands hang in front of him, his thumbs twiliting around themselves.

Very unusual.

Is Astarion going to leave the camp and never return now that he has his freedom?

…Has he decided to move on from you?

Astarion notices your uncertainty, his composure breaking for just a moment. The look in his eyes… was fear.

“It’s about us. The party, our group.”

You rip your gaze from his, forcing yourself to look out and into the area around you. Focusing on the birds as they sing their love stories, the waterfall near by as it crashes into the water below, a fat little bumble bee as it buzzes by—

And then a single soft meow.

Your head snaps back to where Astarion sits, the vampire stares back at you, his smile wide and eyes glimmering with joy.

In his hands he holds a kitten, its fur a black darker than the night sky, and bright red eyes that glare like daggers into your heart. Two large fangs poke out from under it’s upper lip, teeth that remind you of… Astarion.

And now that you thought about it. Your first meeting with Astarion was in a nearly identical fashion. Only that his dagger was a sharp blade ready to slice across your throat.

“I’ve named her Tiger, isn’t that just adorable?”

‘Tigers are orange.’

Astarion clicks his tongue at you and instead brings his focus to the kitten, who looks up to the vampire with a loving gaze; nothing like the evil glare you received.

“Of course, I know that! She’s still cute nevertheless.”

Tiger purrs as Astarion slides his hand down her back. All the while the cat is still glaring in your direction.

The level of confidence the creature holds only makes your heart melt. You slowly raise your hand towards the animal, watching her for any signs of a battle about to begin.

Although your chances were low, you managed to successfully pet the top of Tiger’s head.

It was love at first pet.

“I assume by that charming little smile of yours that her joining the group won’t be a problem then?”

Your hand halts, Tiger huffing when you stopped petting the top of her head.

‘Wait. Was this what you wanted to talk about?’

Astarion snorts.

“Of course, darling. I mean, whatever else would we have to discuss?”

‘I thought you might want to leave the group.’

Astarion gasps dramatically, earning a roll of the eyes from the kitten in his lap.

“Me? Oh, I would never.”

'But you wanted to talk about the group–"

"Ah. Well. Yes."

Astarion gestures to the kitten in his lap. A kitten who now naps peacefully with no care in the world.

"I figured I would need some sort of permission before brining a cat back to camp. I thought that sleeping with our makeshift leader would certainly have its benefits in convincing you that Tiger needs to join our party."

A weight has been lifted off your shoulders. For now, it seems that Astarion wishes to stay with you and the others.

He simply wanted to bring another member to the party. A member who just happens to be an adorable kitten who makes your lover smile.

'Tiger can join the group. Anything that will make you smile like that is always welcome.'

"R-Really?"

He seemed surprised, but you don't miss the happiness that flows from him.

"Always putting my needs before your own… No one has ever done that for me…"

You smile and lean back, sighing softly to yourself as you look up to the sky once more. Perhaps Astarion was truly unaware of your feelings for him. He has you tied around his finger… and you wouldn't have it any other way.

[writeslikeanaria]

Can you please write an omi fic of him losing his v card with mc (But make it realistic like an adorable bumbling doof? Mistakes, miscommunications, giggling, bashfulness) XD

These HL boys are becoming far too suave for my liking lately lmfao!

Xxxx love your writing btw

virgins do a standup special

ominis gaunt x reader

summary: two sassy kids have private fun time for the first time ever. or, author has way to much fun writing dumb shit. (i spiraled. i'm sorry. but thank you for requesting!!! and thank you for enjoying my writing!!! i'll do more of it i promise.)

word count: 1.9k+

warnings: SMUT, author went wild, first time woohoo, oral!m recieving, reader needs to self pleasure badly, bad attempts at comedy, p in v,

requests open! request here :) (i normally write better than this is swear)

Celibacy didn't look the best on you.

Staring at your reflection, you followed you tired eyes back and forth, drained from the restless night you had just slept. Hours spent, holed up in your hot bed, sleeping next to your quiet boyfriend, as you tried desperately to not shove your finger down your panties.

This night was no different. It was just past two in the morning and your mind had yet to drift into slumber. The crackling of the gentile fireplace and the hum of the sea breeze outside had not worked their magic to soothe you to sleep. Ominis, on the other hand, bless his heart, was out like light, sleeping like the Inferi. Sometimes, you had to place the pads of your fingers to his pulse point to even check if he was still breathing. Yet, he was, his breath puffing from his soft lips in small doses, his clothed chest rising and falling with his rhythmic heart song. You longed for that type of peace.

Instead, a fire roared inside of you. Sweat drowned your forehead as you glanced at yourself in the mirror beside his bed. It was full length, allowing you to see both yourself and you sleeping boyfriend behind you. Except, every time you would stare at you boyfriend, the fire would ablaze. Everything Ominis would do was like tinder. You pouted at yourself, ignoring the waterfall between your legs.

You were being courteous, is what you told yourself. Six months of dating and nothing more than your tongue deep inside his mouth. You were fine with it – really, you were – but you wished you could just progress past Ominis' gentleman hands, and onto the more animalistic side of him.

Too busy staring at yourself, you hadn't even noticed the stirring figure behind you, waking from his sleeping beauty rest. Humming deeply, Ominis rolled over, wrapping his arm around your sitting hips. He coughed softly to break in his sleepy timbre. "What are you doing?"

Not even fazed nor startled at Ominis' tough or voice, you sighed in response, shrugging your shoulders defeatedly. "Just thinking. Go back to sleep. You need your beauty sleep, Prince Charming."

Ominis snorted at your joke, but scooted closer to you, until his head was resting in your lap, breath fanning over your bare thigh, barely anything keeping his face from your most exclusive area. He rubbed his cheek against your soft skin lovingly, before pressing his lips gently to the tops of your thighs.

"Talk to me. Maybe it'll put me back to sleep." Ominis spoke, voice still not fully warmed up. After a pause in the conversation where you couldn't reply, Ominis piped up again. "I want to hear your thoughts."

You lifted your hand to his hair, and stroked the blond locks in an attempt to slow your racing mind. Biting your lip, you felt the guilt rush up your body. Lowering your head, ashamed, your voice came out in a mere whisper.

"I want you."

Ominis lifted his head slightly, life rattling under his skin. His lips turned into a confused frown, eyebrows knitted together into a stout line. "I'm right here? Do you think I'm leavi–"

"No." You stopped his words, before letting out another sigh. "I want you. In a sexual context." You weren't sure if your words were clear enough, so you spoke again. "I'm horny."

Still having not replied, Ominis stayed still, tongue slightly poking out of his mouth as he remained deep in thought. The wait was killing you as your boyfriend stayed quiet, the only time where his silence wasn't endearing, but exceedingly frustrating, considering the rainforest coming into season on the flesh side of your panties.

"Please say someth–"

"I'm a virgin."

"I know. I'm your girlfriend. We share these things." You snapped, not in a harsh way, but in a way where Ominis knew that you weren't truly upset with him. Biting your tongue, you restarted your speech. "I'm sorry. What I meant to say was, I know, but, sometimes I have needs. And I recognise that you may not want to sleep with me, and I fully respect that. I love consent, big fan. Some might even call me a consent groupie, but on top of that, I just need to let some inhibitions go occasionally."

"Wait a second–"

You did not, in fact, wait a second. "You know, when you woke up, I was actually staring into this mirror, trying to decide what the etiquette around masturbating next to your boyfriend was. I was a couple minutes around from taking myself to pleasure-smeade and praying that you'd stay asleep. Or maybe I should've gone to the bathroom."

"Hold on–"

You didn't hold on. "It's just that I don't like masturbating in bathrooms. It's way too cold, and I have this fear of the tap just turning on and a ghost walking in, or even just someone rattling the door nob–"

Ominis bit into your thigh to shut you up. You yelped in response, smacking your hand over your mouth to stop any more surprise noises from escaping your throat. You grind your teeth together. "What the hell was that for?"

"I'm trying to tell you that you don't have to pleasure yourself next to me." Ominis hissed back at you. "I would be very happy to," his voice dropped low, to almost a whisper, "make love to you."

You stared at your boyfriend, your polite, bashful boyfriend, whose face was now a lovely scarlet, long eyelashes downturned as his words come out like the crudest word someone could think of. You smirk.

Leaning down, you sink yourself off the bed, and onto your knees in front of Ominis, kneecaps hitting the hard, cold floors beneath you. You knew he couldn't see you, but you stared into his eyes anyway. "I'll give you a blowjob if you can say the word 'sex'."

The scarlet crossfaded into burgundy. Ominis let out a small gasp, before placing his hands over his ears and whispering out into the world, "sex."

You laughed, leaning up to place your lips against his, pressing as much love as you could muster through the emotion in your kiss, but you were unable to stop the giggles from coming out. As you both laughed your way through your pash, your nimble fingers made their way to Ominis' pant's waistband, flicking at the fabric, until your impatience wore down to the thinnest layer of the earth. Tapping your fingers at his waist, you encouraged Ominis to stand up slightly, so you could shimmy the rest of his pant down his leg, revealing his briefs, with a very strained cock protruding from it. A very large cock aswell.

"How the hell am I supposed to fit that into my mouth?"

Ominis furrowed his eyebrows. "Why would I know? It's your mouth, isn't it?"

You pinched his thigh. "But have you seen the size of it?"

"No. There's many things I haven't seen."

Ignoring his cheek, you slowly roll down his briefs to reveal the mammoth you were so afraid of. It was longy, veiny, with moles covering it's ivory length. You squeezed it experimentally and relished as Ominis let out a long hiss of approval.

Meekly, you let your hands wander the length of his cock, mesmerised by it's very being. "I've never actually seen one of these upclose before, only in those muggle education books we have in the library. It's actually different from what I imagined." You licked from base to tip and hum and the texture. Ominis' thighs tensed. "I thought it would be more, rock like, but it's reminding me of... soft rubber."

Ominis let out a throaty gasp as you alternated from stroking, licking, and just straight up babbling about his cock. "You know, darling, it is just skin and muscle, I thought you would know th–"

He was speaking too much. Deepthroating your boyfriend, you watched as his entire face contorted, hands reaching into your hair, and lacing his fingers into your locks. You didn't mind the pressure, slowly lifting yourself off the cock, and then back down again, catching a rhythm.

You stopped running your mouth and focused on giving Ominis the pleasure he deserved. Through sloppy and wet noises, your lips suctioned around his member, tongue gliding over the ridges of his cock. Humming occasionally at the salty taste oozing from the tip, you watched out for all the signs that Ominis was enjoying this as much as you.

His head was thrown back, eyes closed, as sweat enclosed his neck and collarbone. His teeth had pulled his bottom lip into his mouth and refused to let go, blood cracking from the skin. The fingers in your hair had not relenting, staying firmly in place as you worked your magic, which is how Ominis so easily lifted your head off of his cock after a short while.

You fake pouted. "I was actually enjoying myself."

Ominis snorted. "You sounded so lewd that I thought that you might've been replaced with a whore."

You slapped Ominis' dick in response. "You know, if I wasn't so horny right now, I would've taken offence to that comment."

Pulling you upwards, you met Ominis' lips once more, adjusting yourself so you could sit in his lap. Grinding down on his exposed crotch, you let out a moan, right in Ominis' ear, just so he wouldn't miss it, or mistake you for someone who wasn't so ridiculously turned on right now.

"I want to put my penis inside you now." Well, that was direct. You let your head fall into the crook of his shoulder, trying to stop your laughter from deterring him. "I would like that very much."

Satisfied with your answer, Ominis hoisted you up my the butt, and laid you down on the bed, spreading your legs seductively, and sitting between them. His warm hands rubbed soothing circles on your thighs as his brain tried to figure out what to do next.

You cocked your head. "Would you like me to remove my panties?"

"Oh," Ominis' eyebrows raised. "Only if you don't mind."

Rolling your eyes, you pulled your panties down your legs, throwing them off to the side and resettling yourself on the bed. You should've felt more exposed, completely bare and presenting your pussy like a modern piece of art, but Ominis made you feel so unbelievably safe. You smiled at him, knowing that he wouldn't be able to see, but not caring anyway.

"Gotta find the hole..." Ominis brought his fingers up to your unmentionables and starting rubbing around until he found a hole. Unsure, he bit his lip out of confusion. "Its... tighter than what I was expecting." Beat. "And drier."

"Ominis, that's my anus."

"I was just kidding..." He wasn't.

Fixing his hand placement, Ominis tried again, fingering your cunt with the dexterity and delicacy of a moose being told that he has to cook, and not really knowing how to, because it's a moose.

When he was sure he had found the right hole, he gripped onto his cock, and lined it up to your entrance. "Are you ready?"

You nodded.

"By the sound of the rustling pillow, I'm going to assume you nodded." Ominis slowly started entering you, both of you letting out harmonious moans over each other. The pleasure was almost too good as Ominis thrusted in again and hit that perfect spot and–

"Unghhh...!"

Came with six seconds.

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i'm so sorry for whatever the hell this is i'm actually so tired and out of it but i hope you enjoy this. i love writing i love words i love metaphors i am a god.

[blackdollette]

idk if youve already done sum like this buttt, fem reader is a pole dancer and jack or euro pay for a private lap dance or sum and reader gives him a lil somethin more when they alone 😝

since yall voted for euronymous!

"i drop it like it's hot on the pole." | euronymous

midnight dancer girlfriend. - lana del rey

✮⋆˙ [tags] @faesucksass @lustkillers @mayathepsychic1999 @josibunn @si1nful-symph0ny @vanlisbon @livingdead-reilly @oliviah-25 @lankysimp @auggiethecreator @livingdead-materialgirl @monkeyfart

stripper!female!reader x euronymous

word count: 1.6k

contents: pole dancing, striptease, teasing, masturbation, fingering, public sex, unprotected sex, squirting, slight overstimulation, a little aftercare

euronymous’ eyes were locked on you from afar. you could feel the burn of his stare along with at least one hundred pairs of other eyes that couldn’t remove their eyes from your body. you effortlessly slid down the pole, your hair flowing and perfectly covering your illuminated face as your black leather skirt lifted a little, leaving almost nothing to the imagination of all those who gawked at you from the crowd. awestruck men couldn’t help but throw dollar bills onto the stage as a token of appreciation for the show you were putting on.

euronymous sat at the bar in the corner, slowly sipping from his beer, the cold glass bottle chilling his pale fingertips. he had ended up at the club on a late saturday night, craving a different kind of excitement than his usually rowdy concert scene. and boy, did he get exactly what he was looking for. he had been lured in the second you walked onto the stage, and decided to make himself comfortable as you discarded your pieces of clothing one by one until you were left in your lacy black bra, matching panties, and a tight skirt to keep the crowd thirsting for more.

he watched a bead of sweat drip down your neck, rolling in your cleavage before disappearing into your bra’s fabric. he wanted to lick those droplets while you had your hands in his hair, moving up and down on his cock as you screamed out moans of ecstasy. he began to feel extremely overdressed in his leather jacket and dark jeans, especially as his manhood pressed against the tight denim. 

the lights in the club went red-tinted magenta as you flipped upside down on the pole, spreading your legs in a perfect split before getting yourself back on your feet, kicking off your heels as money rained down onto the stage. your stage. the undeniable flush in your cheeks from the thrill made you look all the more enticing. like a succubus on earth that was delivered as a blessing to whoever laid eyes on you. you were glowing underneath the electric pink light. truly a tempting sight that implemented sinful thoughts into the minds of everyone who saw. you got on your knees, running a hand through your hair. 

you held a hand out to the crowd, silently asking for a drink. mulitple people held out their beers, desperate to have their bottles touched by your lips. you snagged a bottle, throwing your head back as your took a greedy gulp from it, a waterfall of liquid pouring down your neck and chest, earning a roar of cheers as you handed the bottle back to the lucky man, leaving a lipstick stain on the rim. he took it, hugging it to his chest as his face lit up like he had just won the lottery. you had seen people sell things you’d touched outside the club. you knew they went crazy for shit like that.

euronymous’ body trembled as you crawled across the floor, saying your hips in a way that was enough to make him run mad as you collected all the cash, stuffing the bills into your bra and a few into the lace of your panties, just barely peeking out. his eyes trailed down your curves, starting at the tops of your breasts and trailing down to your hips. he wanted to run his hand down your body while you were lying on your back with two of his fingers shoved deep inside of you. you brought your hands to the back of your bra, and that did it for him. he called the bartender, trying to get the words out of his tightening throat.

“what can i get for you, sir? another beer?” the bartender spoke loudly over the music while he cleaned a glass. euronymous cleared his throat, trying to sound like the “terror incarnate” that he’d forgotten he was. “i-i wanna book tonight’s dancer for some alone time.” his voice sounded more squeaky than he’d like it to. “alright then, sir. ill just need you to sign this sheet.” the bartender pulled out a leaf of paper and placed it on the counter in front of him, handing euro a pen. the paper had the words “private sessions” in bold at the top of the page with the price right below it. €100 per session. but he was too horny to give a fuck. he saw your name and an open time on a line at the bottom, a space for a signature. he picked up the pen with his clammy hand and messily scribbled down his signature, slamming the money onto the counter and returning the sheet. the bartender looked at him with a satisfied smile before pinning the paper in the wall. so euronymous was finally going to get you alone. perfect.

~ ~ ~

that was 30 minutes ago, and now euronymous found himself in one of the club’s backrooms, sitting on a little bed as he fidgetted, waiting for you. his scheduled time was 9:30pm, and it was currently 9:29. he mindlessly studied the mattress, a variation of cumstains littering the blanket. now he really knew what he was in for tonight, and his mind raced with disgusting thoughts that would be frowned upon if he was anywhere else. the sound of the door closing interrupted his thoughts, and there you were. you were all sweaty and tired, but somehow that only made you more alluring to him. you had slipped a jacket onto your skimpy outfit, granting you a little more modesty.

you locked eyes with him immediately, frozen in place by his appearance. you had never seen someone like him at a place like this before. his long, midnight black hair contrasted his snow white skin that made way for crystal blue eyes. he was like a fairy tale mixed with your darkest nightmares. he sized you up hungrily, and you felt heat pooling in your core. you broke the silent, a grin tugging at your lips. “so i’ve got you for the night…” euro’s groin sizzled at your hint of possessiveness, which he instantly found he liked. your voice was low and smoky, and he couldn’t help but wonder what it would sound like when he pounds into you, making you cum for the umpteenth time as you whimpered out his name. you walked around the room, lighting a few candles before glancing at him once again.

“i don’t see many guys like you around these parts.” you come to sit on the bed beside him, checking out his body from a closer distance. he was jacked. you could easily make out his defined biceps through his leather jacket, and you could see his nipples sticking from his thin black tank top. you seemed slightly amused at his silence. “you dont talk much, huh? that’s fair. what’s your name?” he cleared his throat. “euronymous, lead guitarist of Mayhem. call me oystein.” your expression grew sly at the mention of this. you casually crawled into his lap, slipping off your jacket and his. you sat down with your legs on either side of him, resting yourself right on top of his aching boner.

a barely audible groan slipped from his lips as his eyes instantly fell to your tits. he so desperately wanted to tear the bra off of you and take them into his mouth, pinching and biting at your nipples until they were all red and sensitive. you held his hands, bring them to your hips so that he was gently straddling your ass. you brought your lips to his ears, whispering softly enough to turn his bones into putty. “you know… i don’t think i’ve ever been fucked by a rockstar…” as his hands touched you, you felt the callouses on his fingers, and you pussy throbbed at the thought of those fingers curling inside of you, making you squirt over and over again. 

the room fell silent as you turned around, your head by his feet and your ass pressing right against his knotted stomach. you unbuttoned your skirt, adding it to the pile of clothes on the ground. and there it was. those curvy hips, plush thighs, and round rear that had caught his eyes at the very start. goddamnit, he would cum right now if he couldn’t get himself together. you start to grind your hips against him, your clothed pussy coming into contact with his boner every now and then. he leaned back onto the bedframe, starting to really enjoy the show. he didn’t even realize his hitching breath growing louder.

you kept your back in a perfect arch as you continued to tease him, rubbing your hard clit against his belt buckle as he gave your ass a squeeze, followed by a firm slap that make your ass jiggle. the movement made his heart jump. he began to get touchy, slipping his thumb in between your legs as he gently rubbed your pussy through the fabric. he was instantly coated in your juices as a quiet moan slipped from your lips. then you started to pick up the pace.

you sat back up, turning to face him. you backed away a few feet before reaching your hands to the clasp of your bra, unclipping it in one swift movement. your tits were revealed to him in an instant, your nipples brushed to stiff peaks by the cold air. you tossed your bra to him and he caught it effortlessly, starting to unbuckle his belt. he tossed it to the side, unzipping his jeans. his cock sprung out and slapped the base of his stomach, leaving a drop of precum behind. he wrapped your bra around his dick, starting to pump it as quicker cum dribbled from the tip.

“o-oh, fuck…” heat coiled in his gut as you slipped your thumbs underneath the band on your panties. you kicked them off your ankles, now sitting completely nude in front of this hungry predator. “y-you’re fuckin’ perfect…” he brought a hand forward to start pulling you to him, bringing you to sit on his lap once again. he wasted no time connecting your lips in a dirty kiss, his tongue tracing your teeth and locking with your tongue as he brought his fingers to your swollen clit, using your cum as lubricant as he rubbed quick circles onto it. you moaned into the kiss, bucking your hips into him as you covering his fingers with your liquids.

he flipped you around so that you were laying on your back. he was now face-to-face with your perfect little pussy. he dug his teeth into it, hungrily lapping up every single droplet that your folds produced. he shoved two fingers into you, them sliding in with ease as he curled them. he hit your cervix within seconds, and you completely lost it. you were screaming, crying out his name as you rutted your hips against his nose, the tip bringing more stimulation than anything else. your hands were tangled in his hair, digging into it as your sensitive bud began to pulsate. “j-just like that, oystein..! i’m fuckin’ cumming!” he forced your legs apart even more, his hips helplessly bucking into the mattress as puddles of cum formed underneath him. his face was covered with your nasty fluids, but he had never been happier. as his fingers hit your g-spot once more, the floodgates broke open. you screamed as water rushed out of you, drenching his hair and face. he stuck out his tongue, drinking you up and not letting a single drop go to waste.

he flipped you over again, making you sit on his lap as he locked his lips with yours, backing into the headboard. he lifted up your hips and set you onto his cock, finally granting himself some relief. “s-so fucking tight!” you began to ride him, holding onto his shoulders for dear life. he grinned as he groaned breathlessly, growing needier by the second. he began to take off his tank top, revealing himself to you. but your eyes were screwed shut as they filled with lustful tears. he grabbed your throat, hungrily kissing your neck as your body started to shake. “...all fuckin’ mine, baby…” his words made your skin vibrate as you felt that familiar feeling polluting your insides.

“g-gonna cum again..!” your words were cut short as another powerful orgasm tore through your body. your cum poured out like a waterfall, covering his as hot strings shot out from his tip. he growled like a wild beast as he filled you up, stuffing you with warmth. you collapsed onto your side, panting heavily as cum leaked out from your hole and onto the bed, adding to the collection of stains. you were tapped out in less than 2 minutes. euronymous sat up, looking at you as he twirled your hair in between his fingers. “all fucking mine.”

author's note: in my flop era 😝😝😝

[hometoursandotherstuff]

Over-the-top 1977 home in Potomac, Maryland has 5bds, 6ba, and some very unique features. $2.450M.

A covered entrance with double doors opens to a huge foyer that features a slate floor, a koi pond and waterfall.

This is a formal sunken living room, two steps down from the entrance foyer.

The formal dining room is directly off the entrance foyer.

The chef's kitchen has double islands. One island has a "leathered" finish Brazilian quartz counter. There's a cubby with a built-in desk and a large pantry.

Off the kitchen are 2 entertaining spaces that share a double-sided fireplace.

It is a MCM after all, so it has to have a conversation pit.

The primary bedroom has a separate sitting area.

The bedroom itself is spacious.

The walk-in closet features mad cabinet space. I like that it's all hidden.

The en-suite is very large, full of mirrors, a sunken tub, and windows to private Zen gardens.

One of the secondary bedrooms is a plain, but it's bright and a good size.

The casual family room has big sunlight.

Another secondary bedroom with an open en-suite mirrors the others.

In the back of the 2.05 acre property are two large tiered decks, a patio, and a free-style pool with a rock feature.

[muffinsin]

Can I request how the sisters would take their virgin s/o should they be gentle or rough. How would they start. Would they be romantic about it? I’d love to see that

Of course! My, I have some thoughts on that!👀

Let’s get into it! :)

Masterlists

Bela

Bela has it all planned out

She knows, one only loses their virginity once, and she wants everything to be perfect, down to the last detail

She talks with you about it, and you settle on a day for it to happen

She doesn’t want it to feel like a random fling to you

Hidden away, she plans for days, buys and prepares things until it’s just the way she wants it to be

She chooses her bedroom, a very secluded and private part of the castle, as the room she’ll take your virginity in

The eager eldest daughter of Alcina Dimitrescu sets up beautiful flower bouquets and well smelling candles, dim lighting and beautiful, comfortable sheets

She tries to be as romantic as she can be, should you enjoy this. Only things you enjoy today

During the day you’ve agreed upon, she spends breakfast with you in your bed, near the maiden quarters

She doesn’t eat the same things as you, but is content to cuddle or talk about how beautiful the sunrise looks from your window

She takes you out to see the most beautiful places in the forest, hidden deep within- ponds and flowers that bloom this season, bird nesting places as well as caves she has found with old, far older than even Mother Miranda, paintings inside

Once back at the castle, she spends quality time with you. She likes to keep you near her as she reads, the lit fireplace warming your skin

Bela ensures you have a beautiful dinner with her in the castle gardens, with only your favourite foods as she settles for her signature glass of blood-wine

As she takes you to her room, she is slow and gentle

She gives you plenty opportunities to speak your mind- it’s very important to her that you know, you can stop it at anytime

Bela treats you by far the softest, with gentle touches and skilled, precise hands that remove first her clothing, then, once she’s had enough of you ogling her, yours

She starts off with trailing kisses all over your neck and chest area, allows you to lay below her as she teaches you a thing or two

She’s very soft and gentle as she parts your legs and asks you for permission once again

When given, she starts off by giving you oral. She’ll stray from her kinky fantasies for the first time, instead take good care of you in a vanilla fashion

She doesn’t want to overwhelm you, though, should you initiate or wish for something kinkier, she will gladly give into your request

She ensures you know, this day is about you

She will edge you for once, however. She just can’t resist dragging out the noises you make

She’ll drag two orgasms from you, then offer you to rest

Bela is content with only getting you off the first time, though is pleasantly surprised when you ask to pleasure her as well

She’ll teach you to finger her, how to angle them up and rub her clit with each thrust, and she’ll shower you in praises

Still, her cool facade is gone in seconds of you accidentally touching her

What is left of the controlled woman is a moaning and gasping test subject for you as she allows you to try out what you want on her

Occasionally, she attempts to guide you. At other times she just lays gasping beneath you, fisting the sheets as you do what you want to her to explore

The poor thing is sensitive and pent up enough, she has no hopes of trying to conceal how good your inexperienced touch makes her feel

Should you express the wish to eat her out, and still have the endurance and strenght for it, she becomes one needy girl on top of your face

Praises falling from her lips like water droplets in a waterfall, wetness even more so from her cunt

She’ll gasp out instructions here and there, though overall mostly grind against your lips

She’s quite the soft dom the first time, even if this doesn’t change all that much most of the time

Her aftercare consists of cuddling. She’ll pull you against her chest even as both of you pant

Hold you tight to her as she strokes your hair and tells you how good you’ve been

Perhaps, she will even bring you a snack and water as you cuddle together

Cassandra

She loves you, and wants the first time to be special for you

It hasn’t quite been for her, more so just a fling, and she wants to make up for that with you

While she is nowhere near as romantic as her sisters, she will still show her care for you

Unlike with Bela, the first time of the two of you together is very spontaneous

Cassandra bends down to retrieve blades that have fallen from her desk, and very much so feels your stare

She shakes her ass teasingly, mumbling something about taking a picture before she rises again

She feels herself growing wet at your stare, but doesn’t act on it. She wouldn’t think you’d randomly be ready, after all, but enjoys being eyed like a piece of meat. It’s worship, to her

She’s taken back when you’re suddenly up against her and, with a flushed face, tell her you’re ready

She has, “accidentally”, been teasing all day, with her thick ass brushing up against you when she sat on your thighs while you read,

Her breasts smudging against you when she hugged you in the morning,

Her voice low and breathy when she returns from her visit to the dungeon

You knew even then how turned on she was, even as she just greeted you and asked about your day. No doubt she has gotten off down there. In turn, it turned you on too

Her displayed ass under tight clothing is just the tip of the iceberg now

She smirks at you, her teeth dragging against your skin. She never fails to make you shiver

“Are you so sure about that, morsel? I’m well tempted to ruin you for your perverted thoughts”, she speaks, asking for permission while also speaking a warning: she cares, yet will not be all that soft on you

Upon agreeing, a small glint is seen in her golden eyes

Immediately, she grasps you tightly, eagerly so. She’s been waiting for this

You find yourself on your bed with your wrists restrained above your head easily, her other hand tracing your neck

“You’re all mine now”, she whispers all too hungrily

Cassandra all but tears your clothing off with sharp, precise nails

She allows you one more chance to speak your mind before her free hand reaches down to pleasure you between your thighs

While she won’t bring out ropes and whips for the first time yet, she will pinch and scratch, bite and mark eagerly

By the end of it, you will be covered in bruises from hickeys and her tight grip, her bite marks as well as pinched and rubbed skin

She’s eager and rather rough in the way she squeezes your wrists and restrains you, and all but demands you to react

She wants to find all your sweet spots, and takes her sweet time with it

Her lips explore your neck and chest, each inch covered and marked until you’re mostly covered in bite marks and hickeys

She makes sure not to drink too much from you, though cannot resist a taste for herself at your hip

She works her hand fast, and rough, and quickly learns where your most sensitive spots are and exploits them

Cassandra will make you beg to cum for her

She doesn’t care you’re a virgin, and inexperienced. She’ll tease and edge you until you, her little lamb, finds their voice

She teases you of how well your virgin blood tastes, as well as how sweet it is when you’re cumming

Can you truly blame her for overstimulating you, then?

She let’s go of your hands only in favour of moving between your legs and having a taste for herself

Cassandra is fast and eager, her own fingers inside of her while she sucks, licks, and moans between your spread thighs

She does so love overstimulating you…

Even when you squirm and shake on the bed for her, she merely coos sadistically and holds you in place

She’s very likely to grab some toys to finish you off

Her aftercare consists of a bath and cuddling in bed, where she will massage cream into your sore muscles and bruises

She will leave you with her bite marks, though

Daniela

Oh, a virgin! She’s thrilled!

She wants it all to be romantic, really

Soft candlelight,

Prepared rooms of champagne and flowers,

Soft sheets of a made bed

In reality, it’s a little different

Sex with Daniela comes very spontaneous

It’s no secret to you that she can be very, very aroused very easily

A small comment is enough to make her breath hitch, or an action such as praising the pretty redhead

When you playfully slap her ass, she gasps and is immediately up for it

She’s full of excitement, all the time

Though, she usually holds back. She knows you’re a virgin and doesn’t want to overstep

She’s been taught the importance and special occasion of losing one’s virginity

It takes little to arouse her even when you aren’t actively doing something, and often she will be in the library, squirming to a scene of smut she’s reading

Poor Daniela gets so flustered so easily, and can smell and feel herself growing wet between her legs countless times a day

Usually, she tends to this herself, hidden away in her room when you’re busy, her legs spread and a dildo within her

Such as she is doing this day

Too caught up in her own neediness and actions, she doesn’t notice you approaching

You, however, hear the very obvious moans and hushed gasps from the other side of her door

Daniela is not the best at being subtle, really

With her eyes closed, laying on her back and her legs spread, she doesn’t notice you enter her room until you lean above her, your hips accidentally pushing her wrists down and making her push the toy deeper inside of herself, your hands cupping her warm cheeks

“My lo-ha! Love!”, she greets, flustered and all too aware of your hips keeping her wrists pressed up between her legs. She can’t move the toy out of her, nor can she push it in and out more

Daniela grows only more flustered when you slide one hand from her cheek and trail it down her naked body, until you grip the toy between her thighs

“You don’t have tAAH!”- She finds herself cut off and moaning, her head thrown back when you thrust in and out, by far faster than she has done it

Accidentally, it seems, she has turned herself into your test subject

“Lo-Oooaaah! Love!”, she shrieks, her thighs merely spread by you as you lean down and watch her take the toy inside

Poor Dani is extremely put out by this. She can only grip the sheets at the fast pace of the dildo ramming in and out of her pussy

You’re inexperienced, and your fast, wild thrusts make her feel torn in two

You’re so tempted by her, you can’t help but brush your finger against her soaked and pink clit

Daniela gasps and moans again. It seems she has truly turned herself into your test subject now

The thought of a virgin dominating her without any effort makes her feel even hotter

Sweet Daniela will let you drag an orgasm from her before she swarms on top of you, the dildo peeking out of her and pressing against your stomach

She’ll wait for your vocal permission before she tugs off your clothing and moves between your legs to repay the favour

Daniela is a very good girl the first time for you, albeit it shows early on how needy she is

She’ll lick and suck, orally bringing you to orgasm before she uses her fingers as well

Should you be into it, she all but offers you the toy, still buried deep inside of her

With her pink pussy pushed up and smearing against your stomach, she lays on top of you, humming dreamily as she pushes the dildo in and out

She’ll praise you and shoot you loving smiles, even as she absolutely ruins you and drags orgasm after orgasm from you while her cunt drools all over your skin

Daniela makes it a point to lick the dildo each time after you orgasm, partly to allow you a little break, and partly to show off just how needy she is once again

She’s gentle, though demanding, bringing you to orgasm over and over again if you don’t restrain the energetic thing

Should you not stop her or grow too tired, she will spend hours toying with you and allowing you to experiment what your kinks and tricks are on her

[meatballhead-usagi]

Forgotten Realm - City of Splendour (Barbarian! Bakugo x Reader, Chapter 2!)

When you oh so politely informed Bakugo that there wasn't supposed to be a living, thriving city on your expedition he seemed to not quite comprehend the fact. Surely the surface people didn’t think that everyone in the city just died during the cataclysm? The entire war party looked flabbergasted when you informed them that, not only that the rest of the world thought the people here were just a myth, you were a scholar who focused on extinct civilisations - and you focused on Musutafu, specifically. 

Tags: barbarian!bakugo x female!reader, all characters are aged 18+, slow burn romance, swearing, fictional language, atlantis vibes, reader and bakugo get real close in terms of physical contact but no kissing or sexual conduct (yet lmao), reader is slightly shy. Word Count: Roughly 2k Find the masterlist here! Or part one here!

Katsuki came to the conclusion that the smartest thing to do right now was to bring you back to the city. It would give him the chance to figure out what to do with both yourself, and your exploration team. The blond heaved as he escorted you through the dimly lit streets of the City of Splendour. Twinkling lanterns illuminated the streets and you eyes couldn’t have been more lit up if they tried. You look in awe up at the sights, the people, the architecture.

The hushed whispers of 'yahaka', outsider, didn't seem to phase you.

Bakugo watched your expressions closely. It was entertaining to him to see your sense of wonder in seeing his city for the first time. The sense of curiosity emanating from you being somewhat endearing to him. 

As bad as it sounded, you wanted to see every single thing the city had to offer regardless of the situation you found yourself in. This was technically a perfect opportunity for a private tour, and you had after all only been yearning and searching for this place your entire life. So, despite having your hands bound together in rope and being trailed along through the streets like a prize, you stop to examine a large statue of a woman. She bore a fierce resemblance to your captor, looking between the statue and then to him, and then back at it.

"Who is this?" You ask, speaking in Musutafan again. You were met with a simple grunt and a yank as Bakugo took hold of your bicep. You didn't quite catch what he said under his breath.

"The Lioness of Musutafu," Kirishima spoke up in his friend's place as you were again pulled and yanked along by the blond, "That is our queen." You look at Kirishima with a curious expression. Not that queens weren't fantastic rulers, no no. It was the fact that the history recorded in the Book of Musutafu had indeed mentioned the title. Though, that book had to be hundreds of years older than the statue, and the current inhabitants of the city so it was out of the question that it was indeed the same woman. "Queen?" You ask. He nodded. Kirishima was taller than Bakugo, with longer, wilder, red hair which trailed across his back and shoulders. It was tied back for the most part, with two smaller pieces framing is face in horn-like fashion. Despite his sheer size, he didn't come across as intimidating. He simply gave you gave a nod and a half-smile.

You nervously give a polite smile before your eyes trailed to Bakugo's hand. His fingers had lingered a little too long when you followed the wordless command to begin the walk up the staircase before you. He caught your gaze and narrowed his eyes, removing his hand and giving a tug on the rope as he walked a few paces ahead. Kirishima had an intrigued smirk on his face and nudged his friend, earning a snarl from the blond. You kept quiet.

As you reached the top of the staircase and walked a short-ways through great marble pillars, you were met with a beautiful water garden. There were toppled statues peeking out from above the waterline, and another cascading waterfall framing what you presumed was the throne. It wasn’t a grandiose chair, but it was set higher than other seats with vibrantly coloured tapestries and cushions placed upon it. A woman sharing the same ash blond hair as your captor sat perched on it, accompanied by a man with brown hair sitting beside her. Your entrance caused the woman to stand.     

“Bow. On your knees.” Kirishima said to you in a hushed tone as he bowed, and you quickly copied his action. Bakugo didn’t bow, just stood there looking up at whom you deemed to be his parents through the physical similarities they shared. He was a ruler here.

You lift your head a bit to see how this was going to play out.     

“What is this?” The woman answered, her tone a mix of angry and intimidating, “Where did she come from? Katsuki, you know no outsiders can see the city and live!” She clearly wasn’t worried about you being understand the language.   

 “She’s from the surface, rekke. Knows the language.” Bakugo’s clearcut words caused his mother to stop in her tracks. She didn't seem phased at the fact she'd been shown such disrespect as to be called a crone, but was more the fact you had heard - and understood - every word of the conversation that was taking place. She and look towards her husband for his input, before looking back at you. 

“Can you speak our language, then?” The male asked, watching with calm intrigue. When you didn’t immediately answer his father, the younger Bakugo’s boot gently nudged your thigh to provoke you to respond. 

“Y-Yes, yes I’ve been studying it almost my entire life.” You lift your head as you look at the two of them, recognising the woman before you from her statue outside of the palace. This was indeed the the Lioness.

“I’m a scholar, I’ve dedicated everything to the study of this city and its language, and traveled a long way to find it. I wasn’t expecting for everyone here to be...” You did your best to find the correct words, but you were out of practice seeing as you’d never held conversation with someone else who could speak the language. 

“Alive.” Mitsuki finished your words for you as she began to descend the throne to study you. She hummed as she circled where you knelt. She was like a predator circling her prey, sizing you up and trying to see through you to find your intentions. You see where the name 'The Lioness' was derived from. When you weren’t deemed a threat, she looked at her son. “Was she alone?”  “No. There’s a couple dozen of the fuckers taking refuge in the temple. Took her cause she can speak alright. Thought she could help w-” Bakugo’s words were cut off when Mitsuki raised her hand to stop him. He grumbled lowly in response.  “Lets keep it that way. Seal the exit to the temple, no one goes in or out of the city til the intruders leave. Kirishima, organise extra guard posts. Take every precaution to ensure we’re not discovered. We don’t know their true intentions.” She was quick and to the point. Once her back was turned Kirishima sent you an apologetic look as he rushed off to carry out the command he was given. Mitsuki gave a satisfied nod as she began to walk up the stairs again.

“Wait please, allow me to stay. Uh, he said that I could help with something. If I can help make use of me.” Your soft plea piqued the king's interest, it was clear on his face as he watched you look up at Katsuki - his son - with a pleading expression. Katsuki's gaze was already on you when your eyes met his. Intense and questioning, but not hostile as it had been before. A howl of laughter erupted from the Queen as she sat back in her chair. The quieter male that was with her whispered softly into her ear, drawing Mitsuki's focus back to you. "And what makes you believe we need the help of an outsider? All your peoples have done is cause us grief." Mitsuki asked as she leaned back, awaiting your response.

Katsuki pulled a book from his cloak and held it up for his mother to see. It certainly piqued her interest. "She had this. She can help." The prince growled lowly, waving the book a bit before he dropped it down on the ground next to your knees. "I found her, I'm keepin' her." He began to untie your hands. You looked confused as to why he was having such a sudden change of heart, but didn't argue. Whatever kept your head attached to your body at this point.

“If no one will come looking for her, my dear, then I suppose to it wouldn’t hurt to learn everything we can of her people and what they’re capable of.” Masaru said it softly, holding Mitsuki’s hand and looked at his wife. "We've never had an outsider be able to understand us before. If we leave her things scattered at the temple, the others could think she’s been killed by an animal and leave.” Masaru spoke up again, clearly the diplomat of the family.

“Katsuki!" Mitsuki’s voice raised and sharpened as she did very little to sway Katsuki as he ushered you along with him, walking out of the water garden. You squeak like a little mouse as you watch him take a few paces then begin to follow - you’re probably safest with him, anyway. Mitsuki let out a disapproving sigh as she watched the two of you leave her throne room. "Istik! Come back here!" She yelled out. Brat.

You find yourself now just following Katsuki through the halls of the palace, always a few paces behind him. You lingered around for moments as you stopped to see the paintings on the walls, the carvings in the marble and the beautiful views of the city from the windows and open-door balconies.

You get to get a feel for the marble when your back hits against the stone, earning a gasp from you as you're now sandwiched between the coolness of the pillar and the warmth radiating from the prince. One of his large calloused hands had pinned your arm above your head and his face was hot enough that you could feel his breath fanning over your lips.

"I want to know everything," Katsuki spoke in a low and gravelly tone. Pointed. Sharp. Demanding. It ignited something within you and every nerve from your core to your spine tingled, "Where did you learn our language? How did you get here?"

He started drilling you with questions. What were your intentions here? Where had you come from? Was the rest of the camp planning an attack? And when you stuttered and stumbled over the words, he tightened his grip. "Answer me." "One question at a time, please." You manage to breathe out in a hushed, soft tone, "I'm not used to actually speaking your language. I've only ever read it." He pulled himself away from you. The cold of the night air nipped at where you could once feel his warmth. Your body craved for the heat of him to come back. "You can read this?" His tone dropped, less harsh but still gravelly and coarse. He held the book out and inspected it before opening the pages to delve into it.

"Yeah, just like you can." You watch him curiously. "I learned by reading that and other artefacts. I wrote my entire doctorate on the study of-" He cut you off. "This. You can read this?" Katsuki asks it again, crimson eyes lifting from the page he was examining and searching deep into your eyes for the truth. You swallow timidly and nod again before the thought crossed your mind. "You can't read?" You ask it softly, timidly, as if you do not want to cause any offence in even suggesting the idea. He grunts as a response, closing the book and handing it back to you. You take that as a no. He stepped back and put his hands on his hips as he leaned his weight back. Katsuki looked you up and down, and you held the book closer to your chest. The two of you share a moment of silence before you speak up again. "So, does this mean I can stay?" He responds with a grunt. But you take what you can from him - it wasn't a no.

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Price of Life (part 1)

Summary: She wandered up the magnificent hill, into the temple quarters where he resided. She did not want to climb up the hill in the middle of the night to meet with an erratic, cold, and cruel sorcerer. But there was no choice. Her village, inflicted with a devastating curse, had become close to a ghost town--- crops did not grow, people died of famine, and even babies just out of the womb perished along with their mothers. She hoped to ask for his aid in getting rid of the curse that afflicted her village. Yet, she could not have ever predicted what that help would cost her in return.

planned to have only 2 parts. trying out JJK fanfic, hopefully it turns out alright.

powerful sorcerer Sukuna x chubby, poor brown OC (Yaara)

Triggers: dub-con/non-con, rough sex, humiliation (mostly in part 2)

The humongous hill loomed in front of her as she trudged up, the sweat dripping off her forehead cooling her form as a riotous breeze loitered through the otherwise quiet night. She farmed day in and day out due to her sick mother and dead father. Nobody else supported her family except herself. And she would've continued, if not for the rumors of the famine getting worse and more people dying off. If the number of deaths continued the way they did in her tiny village, nobody would be left to even bury those who had died.

Everyone knew that Sukuna never helped. If anything, he made things worse. An extremely powerful sorcerer, capable of ousting even deities, he was infamous for being cold, arrogant, and inhumane. He lived up the hill, having private chambers in the temple only for himself. The price he made people pay for taking his help, made most refuse to even think of taking it. It was never anything simple like food, crops, clothes, money, or even jewelry.

The cost of his aid would often be insurmountable. He demanded payment in lives , in sacrifice, and many other deranged practices that people in her village mumbled about in hushed voices--as they drank tea. They did not even dare to offend him when their village was placed a far distance away from his residence, for fear that word of their blatant disregard at his practices would reach his ears.

She finally got to the top of the hill, staring resolutely at the splendidly white , gold tinted marble doors adorning the entrance of the temple. It was silent, except for the twinkling of a few wind chimes placed around the entrance. Normally a calming place for most people who visited, Yaara did not feel the same this night. She stressed about what he would ask her to pay in return for helping her town.

She had nothing of value to offer. The most she could do was to help him with any chores he had for a few years in the temple , or to pay him in crops she had harvested. Pondering all these thoughts, she opened the heavy doors and walked into the temple, the doors immediately shutting behind her.

Yaara continued to walk further into the white, cold and rather desolate temple. It was rather dim inside except for the light from torches lined along the long hall ,side by side--illuminating the long stretch of passageway til the altar. All the priestesses must be asleep since it is the middle of the night.

A cold gust of wind made Yaara shiver, as she foraged along the uncertain path to his chambers. Yaara neared the massive jade altar of Buddha, 50 times her height. An equally impressive waterfall continued to pour water upon Buddha's head. This temple was known for being built centuries ago by a king who insisted on constructing it with a waterfall at the center with cherry blossoms littered all around the waterfall.

As Yaara walked reticently around the perimeter, looking for any entryways that may indicate a separate set of chambers, she saw a man-- if that was what you could call him, meditating near the waterfall, on a ledge tucked away near the statue's head. The man did not look normal in the least. He had what looked like multiple arms and an intimidating aura. Before she could call out to ask him where she might be able to find Sukuna, the man opened his eyes. Red eyes. Eyes that foretold misery and cruelty. His gaze sharpened upon her form as he bellowed out, "What are you doing here, mortal girl? In the middle of the night in my abode"?

Shivering like a leaf, frightened by his foreboding voice, she squeaked out, "I-I have come to see Sukuna, Sir. I need to talk to him right now". The prior irritated expression on the man's face vanished as a mirthless laughter spilled out of his mouth, the angle of his mouth curling upwards into a smirk. He snarled, "You have come to see me? The greatest sorcerer of my generation. And you don't even know who you are talking to? What an ignorant, pathetic mortal"!

He jumped down with a stunning speed from his ledge, landing right in front of me. Startled at his sudden appearance, I fell on the hard rock beneath me, my bum just barely cushioning the fall, mortified at seeing his form. His tall frame towered over me as he grunted out, "Well. You might as well speak mortal. I don't have all day or night for your pesky human problems".

I crawled onto my knees, sitting on the ground, hands up in supplication as my mouth quivered, whispering in a feverish tone, "My town is in trouble Sir. They are plagued with famine and death. A curse has been placed upon it. C-c-could you please help me remove the curse? We are burying people everyday. Soon there will be no place to even bury anyone".

The sorcerer's eyes glinted as a menacing smile contorted his aristocratic features, "You can have help if you can pay the price mortal". His gaze trailed my body in a hungry manner as he purred out ,"That is if you can withstand what it entails".

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⭒ Tumbled Stones Station ⭒

⭒ Part 2 ⭒

⭒ Pairing: Okul x Fem sarentu reader ⭒

⭒ Part 1 here ⭒

⭒ Summary: With Okul busy and your friends away, you spent your time alone in your favorite spot. Thank eywa for that since your heat had arrived unexpectedly.

⭒ Warnings: Smut, Okul worried when they can’t find reader, Reader in heat, P in V, Dom Okul, Sub reader, Okul has male anatomy in this, Forming Tsaheylu, Marking, Creampie.

⭒ Word count: 1,086 ⭒

⭒ Translation(s): Rutxe -> Please, Yawne -> Beloved, Paskalin -> Honey, Tx’äw oe, si oe engati -> Breed me, make me yours, Darling -> Yawntutsyìp, Hahaw nìltsan ma tìyawn -> Sleep well my love.

⭒ A/N: Soo first smut fic with Okul. Since ig they can have either female or male anatomy I chose male for this. Hope yall enjoy it I tried my best🥲

⭒ Tagging: @daydreamer246 @ikeyniofthetayrangi @itchaboi-itchyboy @aria-tempest

The next few days you unfortunately spend alone since Okul was busy training with Anufi and your friends were miles away, visiting the Zeswa clan.

Anufi had given you your own private room since some of the kame'tire still didn't trust you, of course you accepted it but much preferred the cave behind the waterfall that was nearby.

Zaeli refused to go in at first, making you have ro walk there but gradually over time started flying through the water, landing on the spot she claimed as her own.

She was what the humans call a 'guard dog' but instead she's a guard ikran, alerting you if any predators were close by.

Since Zaeli had the front of the cave, you naturally took the back, fixing it up into a comfortable living space. There was a makeshift bed, a shelf filled with various items you could weave into a top, loincloths or even jewelry. For lighting there was bioluminescent moss covering the walls.

Not wanting your ikran to feel left out, you also decorated her spot. There was a giant purple rug you had weaved so that she didn't have to lay on the cold hard ground, three baskets, one full of Mudcrawer fish, one full with fortunes fruit, and the other full of Echo stalker meat.

The entrance to your room was blocked with a fur tapestry, it was originally supposed to hang on the wall but you decided it would be best to block out your part of the cave.

Eywa you were so glad you did.

That morning when you woke up your body was sweating profoundly, your vision blurred as you tore off your top and loincloth.

You felt fine for a few seconds before the pain returned, making small whimpers fall from your mouth. Two of your fingers found their way down to your slick covered slit before pushing inside, trying to scratch the itch that lingered deep inside you.

Okul was exhausted, having been training from sunrise to eclipse. They missed you dearly, it had been too long without you being by their side.

Luckily, Anufi had let Okul leave early today, sensing that they needed a break. But when Okul went to where your private room was, they frowned seeing as you weren't there.

That soon turned into panic once noticing you weren't anywhere in the hollows, Okul asked around if anyone had seen you and thankfully someone did.

Hastu mentioned that he had seen you leave on your ikran towards the nearby waterfall yesterday. Thanking him, Okul set off on foot towards the falls since they had no ikran of their. It was a beautiful day for a walk anyway.

Upon reaching the falls, a sweet smell caught Okul's nose. Curious, they waded into the water, going behind the falls, then stepped inside only to be met with Zaeli who lit up at the sight of Okul.

"Hey girl" Okul smiled, patting her side."Where's y/n?", Zaeli let out a small shriek then nnudged them onto the path to your room.

The sweet smell became stronger and stronger, the more they approached where you were. Soon soft moans pricked at Okul's ears, reaching for the tapestry they pulled it to the side stepping past it before their gaze landed on you.

You were sprawled out across your bedding, hips desperately humping against your fingers trying to reach your climax. Your pheromones invaded Okul's senses as they gave into your intoxicating scent.

Okul slowly walked over till they were beside you then kneeled down, yanking your fingers out of you.

A whine left your lips but it was quickly replaced with a shriek as Okul shoved two of their own fingers inside, curling them against your sweet spot. Loud squelching noises filled the cave along with your beautiful moans.

"O-okul.. rutxe.." you whimpered, feeling your climax approaching. Okul grinned, placing a soft kiss against your lips "Shh yawne, i will take care of you."

Removing their fingers, Okul stripped from their clothing, taking their loincloth off last. Their cock slapped against their stomach as a low groan left their mouth.

Okul moved into position, teasingly swiping the head of their cock between your soaked folds before grabbing onto your hips, and slamming inside.

The sound of skin slapping against each other filled the area as Okul rutted into you, completely drunk off your pheromones. 

"Doing so good for me paskalin" Okul grit out, leaning down to capture your lips with theirs. One of their hands slipped into yours, intertwining your fingers with theirs while the other kept Okul from putting their full weight onto you.

Okul moaned softly into the kiss, their thrusts becoming more harder. Breaking the kiss, they trailed wet, sloppy kisses down to your neck, grazing their fangs across it causing shivers to run down your spine.

You lifted your free hand, moving it to Okul’s back, before tugging on their kuru. Getting the message loud and clear Okul leaned up just enough to look at you “Are..are you sure?” They asked softly.

“Please..” you nodded, tugging again on their kuru, “Tx’äw oe, si oe engati.” Okul removed their hand from yours, reaching behind them to bring their kuru over their shoulder while you grasped onto yours.

Grunting, Okul held their kuru close to yours, the pink tendrils dancing, searching for some connection. With a shakey hand, you connected with them, forming the tsaheylu bond.

Both you and Okul gasped as your climax washed over you like a tidal wave, it was all too much for Okul. The sensations of your walls clenching around them, the loud squelching of your pussy as they rutted into you like no tomorrow. Okul leaned down, immediately sinking their fangs into your neck as they came, painting your walls white.

Their hips finally stilled, slowly Okul unlatched from your neck licking the wound clean before peppering your face with soft kisses “Are you ok yawne?” They asked softly.

You gave a small nod, but unfortunately Okul didn’t accept that. “Words yawntutsyìp” their words a soft command. “I’m fine” you muttered tiredly.

Nodding, Okul moved to pull out but was stopped by your tail coiling around their thigh. Getting the message, they opted to flip you both over so that now you layed ontop of them while their arms wrapped around you.

Snuggling into their chest, you yawned softly as your eyes slowly began closing. “Hahaw nìltsan ma tìyawn” they murmured, kissing your head before falling asleep aswell.

[mopeyy]

Forgotten Love

Nor x Fem Na'vi Reader

angst

Summary: Reader is in love with Nor, but he's still in love with her dead sister.

Inspired by this post!!

The soft ground of pandora glowed with each step you took, the leaves rustling from the soft wind. The glowing plants and moon guided you safely through the forest. You thought back to what led you out here tonight, how nobody in the resistance could find Nor, and you were tasked to look for him. Of course, you were the only one who knew where he'd be. You knew Nor more than anyone here, you'd memorized him from the many years you spent together in the RDA.

You stepped over a log, making your way towards the top of the waterfall, his favorite spot. You weren't surprised to see his figure sitting there, his legs dangling over the edge. Since the resistance rescued all of you, he often came up here to think. You didn't try to be quiet as you approached him, not wanting to accidentally scare him. His sharp ears twitched when you took a step. He knew you were there.

He said nothing when you took a seat next to him, still keeping his gaze on the view infront of him. Determined to end the silence, you spoke first. "Everyone is looking for you, Priya sent me to go and find you." He let a soft smile pass his face, "Well than you've found me." His gaze was unwavering, still not turning to look at you. You took note to the crease in his brows, and how his ears were slightly pinned back, he was upset. "Is this about the Aranahe? I know we spoke about it last time." You questioned.

Was he still upset? Scared that the Na'vi might view him different? Your thoughts came to an end when he replied, "No, not this time. its just-" He paused, contemplating on wether to not to tell you, "Its nothing, don't worry yourself" He ended, deciding to keep whatever he was thinking about private. You let out a soft sigh. With everything going on it was not a good time to keep secrets from one another. You placed a hand on his shoulder, "I don't mind worrying, you are my friend. Tell me, what's on your mind?" He glanced at you from the corner of his eye before placing his hand on top of yours.

He opened his mouth to speak, "Im just thinking about Aha'ri. How unfair it is that we get to be here and she doesn't. " You stayed silent, leading him to continue, "She would have loved it here, to be Na'vi. She was so brave and adventurous." A smile overtook his face as he spoke about her. You watched how his eyes held a different look in them. It was a look you haven't seen before. Why did he look this way when speaking about your sister? "I don't know I just...well, do you ever think about her?" He asked, turning to face you and watch for your response.

You swallowed before answering, "Of course I do, everyday. She was the only family I had left." you whispered, voice growing quiet and sad at the thought of her. He took your silence as his turn to speak, "I sometimes wonder what things would be like if she was still here. How different they would be." You raised a brow at this, confused you asked, "Different how?" He paused once again, thinking about his next words, "I haven't told anyone this before but, when we were children I.." he hesitated, taking a short pause before continuing, "When we were children I was in love with her. And...sometimes I think I still am." He confessed. He watched your face for any sort of reaction but you couldn't believe what you were hearing. Yes, Nor often talked of your sister but you just thought it was because he missed her like the rest of you did, you had never imagined that he may have loved her. You knew for a fact that your sister had not felt the same. When you were children all she focused on was escaping and keeping your Sarentu culture alive. She wasn't focused on love. and never once had she mentioned such a thought about Nor. How could he love someone who didn't feel the same, someone who was no longer here? How could he still love her when you were right here, in love with him.

Your eyes fell to your lap and your ears pinned to your head. You removed your hand from his shoulder and stood up. Watching you, he stood up too. "Im sorry, was that too much? I know speaking of her can bring back the memories for you and that was never my intention." He explained, he felt bad thinking that the thought of your sister made you sad all over again. You shook your head and began walking away from him, "Its not that Nor, its nothing don't worry." He started to walk behind you. He didn't want you to leave the conversation upset. "What happened to being friends and telling each other what's on our minds?" He questioned, using your words against you. When you didn't respond he grabbed your arm. Soft enough not to hurt you, but tight enough to stop you from walking away. He put his other hand on your hip, turning you to face him. "Y/n, what is it?" He pleaded.

You let out a soft breath before looking up at him through your lashes, begging your eyes not to water. "Its you Nor" You spoke. His face changed to one of confusion. His eyes narrowed and his brows creased in confusion. "I-what?" He replied, the confusion evident in his tone. You rolled your eyes. How could he be so dense? "Im upset because of you Nor. How could you love my sister when I've been here the whole time? How could you love her when I love you." You mumbled the last part. When he stayed quiet you continued to speak, "Why do you think its always me who finds you when no one else can? Why do you thinks its always me who comforts you when your upset? Why do you thinks it me who knows what concerns you? Why do you think its me who knows you." You finished.

Upon your confession his grip on you loosened. You took this as your chance to leave. Your broke free of his grip and walked away into the forest. he didn't follow after you.

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August

From the Marcus Pike Fan Fic Diary

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Sorry this took a while, no real idea why, it’s been written for ages, but here it is our August entry tk the diary. Picking up exactly where we left off. Let see what our happy couple are up to.

Synopsis:- you are enjoying your holiday with Marcus & one day he has decided you should explore a more remote part of the island.

Word count:- 1400

Warnings:- DO NOT READ IF YOU ARE UNDER 18! Sex pollen & aphrodisiac used, every type of sex possible, swearing, exhibition, out in public sex, basically whatever you are expecting Marcus & the reader to do they do it.also please remember this is a diary.

I’ve never written sex pollen before so this was interesting. Thanks for the read as always peoples. See you next month.

Fuck diary, oooh god.

Like I knew this holiday was going to be special, but damn what happened today was insane.

We’re now into our second week of our holiday in Barbados. The private villa with an infinity pool has been well used & let’s just say we are both tanned all over.

Every morning we make love in the shower, Marcus is seriously thinking of changing our shower at home to give it a shelf to sit me on so he can fuck me. We then go out for the morning to explore a different part of the island. Then the afternoon is sunbathing by our pool. Why I brought bikinis I have no idea. I start off wearing them, but the second we start to apply sun lotion on each other, we both take our clothes off & then fuck until we have to dip in the pool to calm & cool our bodies down. I’d never been skinny dipping before this holiday but every day since we’ve been here I’ve swam naked or kinda swam, making out with Marcus as we watch the sun start to set is always magical.

So today started off as any normal day this holiday. Coffee & fruit for breakfast, then I sucked his cock in the shower, he then fucked me from behind & then it was time to get dressed for our excursion. Marcus for the last 3 days has been looking intently on the map & he thought he had found somewhere brilliant. A little lagoon about 5km away from here. He told me to just wear a bikini & a floaty sundress & just bring suntan lotion. He had his small little camera, which is waterproof. The pictures on there even before today are for our eyes only. We’ve taken some very sexy photos this holiday, including a video of him fingering me before slamming his cock inside me so he can show me how I clamp differently around him. Oooh that was good to watch back. Sorry I’m getting distracted.

So I hold onto Marcus as he drives the scooter to this part of the island & we park it up securely & start to head down this rocky path as things get more green & lush the lower we go. Eventually I hear Marcus go”get in” & as two branches are moved out of the way, we see this perfectly clear blue lagoon. You can see the bottom of it. It’s surrounded by luscious vibrant plants. A waterfall cascades to the side of it, & there are these radiant purple flowers. I had to kiss him in that moment it was too perfect to not do it. There was no one else here just us, & everything just felt so calm.

“Why is there no one here Marcus?”

“No idea, maybe they don’t want people to find it but I’d heard there was a hidden waterfall, so I thought I’d try & find it for you.” He said as he took off his vest top & I took off my sundress.

We started taking pictures of this paradise & did a few little poses.

“Marcus”

“Yea baby”

“My bucket list has making out under a waterfall on it”

“No? really?” He said sarcastically. “Wish you had told me.” He smirked. His shirt comes off as does my dress & he scooped me up in his arms & we walked under the waterfall.

“FUCK” we both screamed. It was freezing water. We both visably shiver.

“So”

“Baby” I don’t think I’ve felt every sense of me be so on edge as it was for that kiss. The way his hands caressed my body. How tense his chest felt as my hand ran across it. How we were both being drenched & frozen both physically from the waterfall cascading as well as our emotions & love for each other.

“I love you” I whispered to Marcus as we broke the kiss.

“I love you more” he said.

“Prove it” Marcus was never afraid of a challenge like that. So he looked around for a few seconds & then his eyes opened wide. He stepped out of the waterfall & a few seconds later came back to me, holding a few of the purple flowers. He had picked three. He gave me one to sniff.

“Isn’t it just a lovely smell” he said as he tucked one behind my ear moving the wet hair out of the way. I then placed one behind his ear too. I stood there one arm around Marcus, one hand holding the flower as he had his hand on my waist as he took a few cute selfies of us. He then put the camera down & started to kiss me passionately again.

“Oooh Marcus” I moaned, feeling my own emotions grow more. There was a fire burning inside me. His hands cupped my breasts as he grew hungrier in his kiss & I felt more aroused that I had done in my life.

“Fuck baby, I think I need to get in that lagoon, I’m burning up” he groaned as he started to untie my bikini top. I didn’t stop him & I slowly walked us back into the lagoon. Slightly warmer than the waterfall. It wasn’t long before Marcus had his trunks off & we were both struggling to get my bottoms untied.

“Just tug them Marcus” I almost shouted. I had an urge, an urge to be claimed by my man. My bottoms floated off in the water as he pushed me against a rock in the lagoon. My legs had never been so open. He wasted no time. His penis rock hard, slamming into me as I tried to stay balanced on this rock. Moaning for the whole island to hear.

“Fuck Marcus more more more”

“Fuck baby”

We filled the air blue. But cuming didnt calm either of us down. He was still rock hard & kissing me in a frenzy. I was still burning with with desire. My itch wasn’t contained. Murcus pulled me into the lagoon & fucked me in the water like he was a wild animal. But even that wasn’t enough.

“Baby what’s happening” he said as I bent over the rock I was originally fucked on & he took my arse. Pounding away like there’s no tomorrow, our urges still wanting more & still wanting the release of pleasure.

“I don’t know Marcus, but keep going” he slapped my arse turning it red. He let out a growl reserved for his most feral moments. He left love bites over every inch of my body. I clawed at his back, my manicured nails leaving lines on him. We have no idea how long we were in the lagoon but I know that when it did eventually end, I ached. Marcus could just about breath. We were in the biggest sex haze of our lives.

“Marcus what did we just do?” I said as I floated in the lagoon the water feeling so good in my sensitive spots.

“No idea, but let’s try not to have that much sex again” he giggles he’s struggling to lift himself out of the lagoon so decided to float with me. He pushed the sodden hair out of my eyes. “But now we know why people don’t talk about this place”

As I write this diary Marcus is in the shower. We’re being extra careful. We want whatever we touched to be off us. I’m sitting here in my towel writing you. But I’ve had a Google. Those purple flowers we picked. If you mix them with water their scent gives off a toxin, similar to an aphrodisiac. Marcus & I just enjoyed what some call sex pollen, & because we were already in the mood it increased both our mojos.

Hmmm I’m gonna tell him this…

…

He’s still got it in his system or so he says he does, because when I told him in the bathroom he dragged me into the shower & he fucked me like it was a 6am wake up. God it was good.

I’m never gonna forget today.

September

[gauloiseblue]

Private Love Hotel

[Giorno Giovanna × Reader]

Warning: kidnapping, dub-con, yandere

In the wealthy area of Naples, there was once a private hotel owned by the mafia. Only people within the organization who could rent a room, as the hotel itself is just a cover front. Beneath the surface, there was a filthy business going on. Illegal guns, drugs, booze, high-class brothel, and even killing contracts. It was notoriously known as a killing ground, before there was a new policy imposed by the boss. Any killing that happens in this hotel won't be forgiven, and the killer would pay a heavy price—with their own life.

Besides drugs and killing, there were lesser businesses that made people stay for a night. It was the prostitution. Even though it's not as heinous as those top businesses, it still shared the same atrocities. The demand of the escorts were high at that time, and so to meet their demand, they relied to the human trafficking business.

Naples is known for its raving tourism, and it's not a surprise that it added some numbers to the overall missing cases. Although it's not always caused by the human traffickers, it still contributes a hefty part of the cases. Lone travelers, or even local girls were often targeted by them.

But after the great war within the organization, the hotel fell into the hands of the renegades. As a result, it no longer becomes the hotspot for the criminals. There's no more drug trades, and the abducted girls were released discreetly. Of course, there was an outrage from the old pack, but they were quickly shut down by the young rebels.

In the beginning, only a few knew about the existence of such place. But now, there's only one person who can actually enter the hotel.

The reason? Quite simple. Because he's the new owner.

—

"We've arrived, sir."

The man in the back seat slowly blinked away from his thoughts. It seems like the endless ride from Cosenza to his city has finally ended.

"Grazie, Bono."

The chauffeur lowers his head politely, before he opens the door for the young Don.

When he stepped out from the car, he let out a satisfied sigh, as he finally touched the ground. His bones are aching, and he wants nothing but a long and hot shower.

"Pick me up at 8 o'clock tomorrow morning will you, Bono?" He asked, and the old chauffeur replied with 'certainly, sir.'

He dismissed the old chap before he went to the grand buildings in front of him. The buildings have an overall white exterior, with a hint of gold embellishments. There are some wisteria flowers creeping on the wall, and they seem to always bloom. He looks down to the marble tiles under his shoes, it seems like they've been polished. It appears that his henchmen did a great job on keeping this place beautiful when he was away.

The waterfall sound greets him as he opens the door, the replica of Fontana del Nettuno silently watches him as he enters the place.

The elongated pool from the fountain ripples softly when he dips his hand, the water is pleasantly cool. It was something that he usually does whenever he came, though he wasn't quite sure why. Maybe it's because he always wanted to do that before he owned the place, or maybe it's just a peculiar habit of his.

He wanted to sit by the fountain for a bit longer, but he needed to see his cara.

Oh, yes. A woman after his own heart, with a pretty name—(Y/N). A woman with a perseverance in her eyes, burning with hatred. Just like a wildfire, and it's beautiful.

When you were first brought to him, he shivered the moment he met your eyes. You had a certain intensity of willingness to fight, and it mesmerized him. He had planned to release you along with the other girls, but within that second, he changed his mind.

He hums as he presses the lift button, and the familiar 'ding' is heard when the lift has arrived. He ignored the other floors and immediately thumbs the 7th floor button.

The door is closed, and he leans his head to the back as he crosses his hands. He stares at the ceiling, and he finds himself staring at his own reflection. His weariness makes him look far softer, and he no longer looks like the ruthless Don Giorno Giovanna. But he doesn't mind, because at the end of the day, he just wants to come home to you.

As he reaches the 7th floor, he steps into the red-carpeted hallway. This particular floor was exclusively reserved for the higher ranks, as the rooms are bigger than the others. The statues made of marbles are standing on either side of the hall, decorating the place with the touch of arts and plump bodies.

Even though he only uses one room, he keeps most of his wealth in the other rooms. Golds, money, arts, his wide collections of booze and jewelry, and everything unimaginable. Some of them are priceless, and Mista had commented that it's a bad idea to keep them in just one place. But he has his teroso in this hotel, so he might as well put his valuable things in here.

When he opened the door of your room, he noticed that the room was quiet. It's no surprise, given that you always try to hide from him. But when he turned around, he suddenly saw something swing at him at a light speed.

Alas, Golden Experience was faster than you as it caught your hand before you could hurt him.

"Cara." He spoke in a calm manner as he saw you with your hand suspended in the air, holding a screwdriver. And to your horror, the tool in your hand had slowly turned into a white lily.

"How clever of you, you managed to steal this thing from my men when they came here." He commented as he plucked the flower from your hand, "But certainly not patient enough to kill me in my sleep."

There is a visible rush in you as adrenaline makes you tremble, but there's also an unmistakable fear in your eyes. Of course, you didn't know what's going on due to the fact that he never used his stand against you before.

You shrieked when he suddenly twisted your arm painfully and pinned you to the nearest wall. Your cheek was the first one to hit the hard surface, and it would be a lie if it didn't hurt.

"Let go of me!" You shouted and kicked around, but he just chuckled at your futile attempt to fight him.

"How can I become so sure that you won't try to kill me again?" He said with a sneer.

A surprised yelp escapes your mouth when he tears your pants down, cool air begins to kiss on your exposed skin. He called out his stand to keep you pinned to the wall, before you heard the sound of metal clinking and zipper from behind.

"No, no, Giorno, please don't." You protested.

"Relax, (Y/N)." He pried your legs open so easily, even though you had put all of your strength to keep it shut. You almost lost your balance when he pulled your hips toward him, and soon enough you felt him lining his member in front of your lower lips. You screamed when he entered you in just one thrust.

"Please, please Giorno—" Your voice choked up when he began to move. The initial thrush didn't hurt you much, but with every snap of his hips, the pain was gradually increasing. Even though you despise his touch, he never treated you like anything but a lover. But the way he treats you now is like how you were being used in the past, and it shouldn't bother you but it did. Unknowingly, you begin to sob.

You feel the weight that has been holding you against the wall disappear, before Giorno presses himself against your back. He slips his hand under your chin, and guides you to face him. You feel his lips grazing on your wet cheek. "Why do you always want to run away from me, cara?" He began to speak as he kissed you, "All I ever did to you was to make you happy, and I only asked you to love me in return."

"It's not fair," You cried, "I didn't ask for all of this."

"Oh, cara." He cooed to you softly, "You just haven't realized how much you need me. But I'll wait for you, I'll wait for however long it takes."

He begins to return to his usual pace, where he takes you in a slow and loving manner. Although you still refuse to give in, he no longer sees any resistance from you. He smirks, you were just like a wild thing, but it seems like he finally got you under his control.